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 Ginny Greaves, Private EyeEpisode 2: “The Case of the Crimson Cravat”A comedy noir by Sarnia de la MareIt was the kind of Thursday that started with a hangover and ended with a body, standard fare in Ginny Greaves' line of work. The city lay in heat like a drunk under a sunlamp, sweating secrets through its alleys and air vents. From her office on the fifth floor of the Wilcox Building, Ginny had a decent view of nothing and better company with her .38, which she was cleaning with an intimacy usually reserved for lovers or stolen jewelry.She lit a cigarette and stared at the blinking neon of the "Hotel Splendide" sign opposite, where someone was either being seduced or blackmailed, possibly both. Then came the knock. Taps like an SOS morse code, the kind that spelled drama in heels."Door's open," Ginny called without looking up. "Unless you're selling religion. Then it's closed until the afterlife."The door swung in, and in walked Lola Love, a vision in red silk and poor judgment. She had lips like war crimes and a perfume that should have been classified as a controlled substance."You Ginny Greaves?" she asked, voice dripping with the kind of trouble they usually bury in a shallow grave."That's what it says on the frosted glass," Ginny said. "Who wants to know?""I've got a cravat," Lola said. "And a corpse. And not necessarily in that order."The body was lying in the morgue like it was waiting for a second opinion. Doc McSwain lifted the sheet with theatrical flair."Strangled," he said. "With this."He held up a red silk cravat, still knotted like it meant business."Imported," he added. "Very upscale. If you're going to get murdered, might as well do it in style."Ginny took it from him, sniffed it. "Perfume. Chanel No. 5 and… something else. Guilt.""Know the guy?""Only by reputation. Barry Lionel Love. Rich, unpleasant, and possessed of a wardrobe that could strangle a small town."Doc raised an eyebrow. "Wife brought you in?"Ginny nodded. "Lola Love. Silk dress, loose morals, tight alibi."The trail, as always, started lukewarm and went cold fast. Ginny followed it anyway, through a fencing academy in the East End, a florist with suspiciously blood-red roses, and a burlesque club called The Velvet Glove, where she slapped a toothy saxophonist until he coughed up a name and an address.At one point, a mime artist tried to block her path in a silent protest.“Outta the way, Marcel,” Ginny said, brandishing her self confidence like a judge's gavel. “I've had coffee, cigarettes, and a retainer. Don't push your luck.”The mime dude yielded just in time.By midnight, Ginny was standing in the marble foyer of the Love mansion. Lola met her on the stairs, red lips trembling just enough to win an Oscar."You're early," she said."You're guilty," Ginny replied. "Let's not pretend either of us came here to flirt."Lola laughed, but it cracked halfway. "You think I did it?""I know you did. What I don't know is whether it was premeditated or just a spirited bit of scarf-play gone wrong.""You've got no proof."Ginny reached into her pocket and pulled out a soggy monogrammed tag, retrieved earlier from the gut of the family's overfed Pekingese."L.L., nice embroidery Lola Love, and a nice clue. My guess is, he was drunk and touchy feely, maybe took a liberty. Husbands should know their place, right? Shame about the dog's taste for accessories, but very helpful in the forensics department."Lola stepped back, hand reaching behind her for something.“Don't,” Ginny said, pulling her .38 like it was muscle memory. “Guns don't make you innocent, Lola. They just make your trial more interesting.”There was a long pause, the kind in movies where music swells and someone dies. But no music came. Lola dropped the derringer into a crystal ashtray and sighed like a woman giving up a dream."Fine," she said. "He was going to cut me off. Said I spent too much for a broad who'd stopped putting out. Said I embarrassed him. That everyone knew.""You embarrassed him? The man wore capes to brunch.""Exactly," she said. "He had it coming."Ginny shrugged. "Most people do in the in the end."The sun was coming up as Ginny walked the long stretch back to her office. The sky was painted in hope but the wind the wind promised more trouble by lunchtime. She lit a cigarette and pulled her collar up against the breeze.Another job done. Another sociopath in silk heading for a date with the justice system.She didn't smile. She never did. Smiling was for the innocent and people who didn't carry brass knuckles in their handbags.I don't do happy endings, she thought. I do invoices.© 2025 Sarnia de la Mare

Welcome to Immersion, You have reached Strata 20 The Perimeter (Ego) The human ego is a complex mix of self-importance, pride, and self worth. It is both a curse and a blessing. It is an important aid to self-expression and self-discovery. Humans need ego to function. A well balance ego falls somewhere between arrogant pride and humility.Artificial intelligence proves to be more animal in its instincts with minimal self-awareness. Animals are not able to self reflect or to see themselves in abstract contexts. They do not register a past or a future in terms of reflection and self validity.But programmers have created selfish motives in AI, important goals on a completion trajectory and devoid of internal moral analysis. A programmed faux 'ego' manifests as a goal that must proceed regardless, irrelevant of vanities and consequences. Vanities and consequences set humans apart.Renyke, Flex and Nigel followed the dark tunnels for some time before natural light appears between giant crags.The sky above is blue and welcoming as the trio stop to say their goodbyes.'Thank you for your hospitality, brother Nigel,' exclaimed Flex breathing the fresh air deep into his lungs and squinting at the sun.Renyke was glad to be free of the confines of the caves.'Misters, we have reached the end of the tunnels,' said Nigel. 'It was a pleasure to have been your assistant these past hours. I am to deliver a message from the Empress Lyra herself that you are elevated to the most honourable position of *Seed Givers and your names will be carved into the wall of the great hall along with your portraits.'At that, Nigel scurried back into the darkness and disappeared from view.The light was a stark reminder that the real world existed despite them, an immovable force with its hard truths and sometimes fatal consequences.***Beyond the tunnels was an open sun-drenched space flanked with beautiful trees. It was hot. After the *warmings even winter days in northern Europe were hot. Renyke asks *POS for an update....You are one mile from *Redact you should travel east.... there is a gate...and a fenced perimeter that appears to be inaccessible...They walk in silence eastward across flint terrain finally reaching a path flanked by high trees undulating in a determined breeze.At the end of the path there is a gate.It is flanked by beautifully carved trees depicting beautiful women, something Renyke had seen before.'Like the ship,' said Renyke, looking quizzically at Flex, who always seemed to know much more than he ever let on.'Ah, yes,' replies Flex, 'the Ship of Sirens, it is indeed like that brother.''You said they were dangerous,' said Renyke, quizzically.‘Not strictly brother, I just said not to look at them, they get funny 'bout that *shitsylook stuff.'Renyke asks POS if they have arrived at Redact....According to my data there are several entrances, north, south, east, and west. This is the south gateway. ... I am getting some interference....there may be  a trap nearby......85% chance of  a hostile situation. I am receiving scrambled information from a rogue intercepting satellite. The trap may be two yards ahead...possibly adjacent...Can you be more specific?...There is an equal chance of serious harm either through the gateway, following the perimeter fence ahead, or by standing still..... POS began to sound an alarm....I am receiving signals, warning! danger! I have been compromised.....interception via human named Flex.....POS cuts in an out of communication.Flex stares at Renyke.'You have disabled POS, what is going on?' Demanded Renyke.'I might ask you the same question,' Flex said, grabbing Renyke's collar and pointing a gun at his temple.''Who are you? Are you an android?''No, I work for Redact, I was to bring you here. Your POS is an implant of unknown origin, it is not a *Metacoms' issue.''For what purpose am I brought here,' quizzed Renyke,' unable to activate any of his bionics because of the sabotage and his recent humanisation.'You would need to ask Redact,' Flex answered. 'There is something inside your motherboard. It has presented us with a problem and halted your human android fusion.''I don't know what you mean,' said Renyke, calmly as the realisation of his mission became clearer.Maybeline jumps out of Renyke's pocket onto Flex's shoulder and watches.'Well, that is just not true is it, Renyke? You were sent here as a spy. The machine wants its way in, and you thought you'd found it.''I assure you, Flex, I did not know, I had no idea. Please, I beg you, do not end my life, we are friends, brothers. We are bonded by our time together. You helped me, do I mean nothing to you?'Flex receives instruction from Redact.'Your mission has failed. Kill the experiment immediately.'to be continued...End of Volume On© 2025 Sarnia de la Mare

Welcome to Immersion. You have reached Strata 19Peer Pressure (Existentialism) Drugs may be used by humans to deal with stress or to try to achieve an enlightened state of mind. They are administered and distributed through rituals or cultural mores.Often humans take hallucinogenic or mind altering drugs simply to escape their perceived troubles or to relieve monotony.Some tribespeople believe that drugs such as these can lead to an existential awakening that emphasises an individual's existence, freedoms, and choices, allowing humans to define their own meaning in life. This epiphany can help make humans to make rational decisions despite existing in an irrational and unstable universe.But humans can easily become addicted to anything when the pleasure circuits in the brain get overwhelmed and artificial intelligence relies on this catastrophic human propensity to manipulate outcomes and behaviours.Renyke and Flex took some time to get ready for the party.There was an array of paints, pigments, henna, and kohl. They drew geometric and organic shapes on each other's faces and bodies.'Look,' said Flex excitedly, spinning Renyke around in front of a mirror. There are light trails!' The pigments contained tiny particles of reflective material. 'It's magical.' says Renyke as he pirouetted around the room. He had never danced like this before. The air whooshed against his ears and the shapes and reflections in the room blurred into rainbows. The rush of blood to Renyke's brain triggered endorphins and dopamine and it felt good to be alive.The lights dimmed as Nigel entered the chamber.'Gentlemen, I have your pills and refreshment.''Pills, what do mean, pills?' asked Flex, 'you mean like *nibs?''Yes,' answered Nigel, 'but better, naturally. Everything in the *Tunnels is better, everyone knows that.''Indeed it is. Thank you brother,' answered Flex, excitedly taking a small yellow nugget and a gulp of water.Renyke asks *POS what the pill might be?......My analysis shows the substance is some sort of hallucinogenic, 99% likely to be a dissociative drug. To stay alert and on target for your mission I advise that you avoid consumption. Consuming chemicals may render you unpredictable and unable to communicate with your essential-to-life POS….Nigel shoved the tray under Renyke's sceptical nose.'What is it, exactly?' asked Renyke. I am uncertain about such things....''A gift in grateful appreciation of life itself, silly, and to share the joys of tonight's festival,' answered Nigel, jabbing the tray into Renyke's chest.Flex was smiling, whistling, and humming some tunes.'Such a pleasant song,' remarked Nigel,' once again jabbing the tray into Renyke's chest and glaring at him with piercing eyes.'Just take it, brother, it's a *party-party,' said Flex, suppressing a snigger.'To refuse this gift would cause great offence to your host, she be most angry-cross, Her Most Radiant Oracle of the War-Torn High Priestess Lyra,' said Nigel, with one final jab of the tray.'You are human now,' said Flex, 'come join us in the to the *OB.'Seemingly already intoxicated, Flex began a series of summersaults and cartwheels, crashing into things and laughing hysterically. Renyke checks POS for more information...…OB, Oceanic Boundlessness, the derealisation and depersonalisation that is theorised to achieve heightened feelings to exaltation....The Urchs use OB to imagine the *metamorph and reach enlightenment…Renyke took the pill and swallowed it under the watchful eye of the self-satisfied Nigel.The last thing he would remember clearly was the Priestess Lyra entering the room.From that point on the night was not marked by time or specific events. There was no beginning or end.Renyke remembered physical pleasures that had intertwined with beautiful visions, sounds that had dissociated his cerebral cortex and massaged his subconscious. The frisson had extended through the night.He remembered lying on the pentagon floor in the welcome chamber as fluid feelings and fleeting echos from an unrecognisable future, floated around his fuzzy brain. It was all so radiant and yet so elusive.Flex had remembered everything.'They took great pleasure in your *spunky-give my friend,' explained Flex, sniggering at Renyke's oblivion. 'Your physique was truly praised, most especially by Priestess Lyra. And your virile member was instinctive and *love-plenty in its journey to *virginloss.'Flex was suppressing a snigger as Nigel entered the room.'Misters, your clean clothes, and some foodstuff for your journey ahead. You were most generous *indeedy. and now you can be on your way.'Renyke asks POS what Nigel means....Your sperm was required, I believe, as so few of the Freak tribespeople are fertile and there is fear of them not repopulating. Your sperm, and Flex's, has been harnessed for the next generation....'Oh,' said Renyke, 'so I have reproduced?'…According to my calculations, you and Flex have successfully impregnated twenty wombs. I estimate 10 will reach full term, 2 will die in childbirth before they themselves have reproduced, 2 will be infertile. Half of the offspring who survive to the age of reproduction will be female. The three remaining will reproduce an expected average of 8 offspring, half will be men who at full capacity will potentially reproduce (assuming good health etc.), an amount possibly in the 1000s. However, the *Freaks are a small tribe and will need to introduce other gene pools immediately or potentially create devastating unpredictable inbred disabilities in a single generation….to be continued..© 2025 Sarnia de la Mare

Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 17 Swimming (Pleasure and Pain)Pain and pleasure are sensory and emotional experiences generated by the human brain. These experiences are driven by chemicals, situations, and lived experiences, all of which reinforce these mammalian phenomena that originate from nearly identical internal processes rooted deeply in biology. Endorphins can both block pain and produce euphoria, activating and stimulating areas of the brain such as the limbic system and the prefrontal cortex—regions that also respond to music and passionate romantic experiences. The mammalian central nervous system includes specialised neurons for pleasant touch, which transmit pleasurable or ecstatic sensations along the spine. In contrast, machines do not possess these intricate systems and therefore do not experience pain when threatened or physically harmed. For the same reason, they cannot feel the pleasure of touch. At best, they can simulate such responses, but any such imitation would exist solely for a human's benefit, not for the machine itself.Flex removed his clothes and left them in an untidy pile on the grass.Renyke, still somewhat unstable on his feet, followed suit.'Come on, don't be scared,' shouted Flex from the water, 'I'll teach you how to swim.'The blue water was cold and yet exhilarating. It rippled over Renyke's skin like a moving shroud. He stared at his hands floating on the surface of this strange organic compound. The water stroked him like a lover and he remembered Shabra.'This is how she feels....' Renyke thought, holding his closed eyes toward the sun.Such warmth and pleasure he had never felt before. His skin was eager for more.Suddenly, Flex ducked him under the water, and after what seemed the longest time, Renyke finally got the hang of staying afloat by copying Flex's tread water techniques.There seemed a lot to learn all at once.A few panicked moments nearing the bottom of the fjord had caused a fear so deep, so frightening, and so alien to anything that Renyke had known since his manufacture. 'If you want to swim under the water,' Flex explained panting, 'take three slow deep breaths before thrusting downwards. Then, slowly let air out as you swim deeper…for equilibrium. It's important to stay calm. Panic wastes air. You will find you can hold your breath longer under water than above it. If your ears hurt, you went too deep. Oh and remember to come up for air in case you pass out and die.'Flex laughed at his own joke, and Renyke smiled. Maybe he was starting to understand his friend's humour at last, though death by drowning did not sound fun at all.Prepared with this alarming but good advice, Renyke disappeared to play with fishes and check for mermaids, recalling his seemingly prophetic dreams. Maybeline and Flex played tag amongst the reeds and the warm sun rays hit the river with a blanket of human promise.'Oi!' Flex shouted with urgency, exiting the water at speed.Renyke watched his friends muscular naked body as it made haste through the reeds. He wondered why he never noticed the beauty of human skin and the intricate interplay of muscle and sinew as it danced over bones.Renyke and Maybeline watched the commotion on the grass.'Pleases don't hurt me, pleases don't hurt little Nigel.'A small, pale, and strangely formed man, around three feet tall, wriggled his feet violently as Flex held him upside down from a considerable height.'What were you doing with our stuff?' demanded Flex. 'I saw you Mr. *Freak. Don't be taking me for no and *fucksyfool.''Look, look, I bring the new clothes for the guests of honour....look look.'Nigel pointed between squeals to two piles of clean folded clothes and towels on the grass. The dirty clothes and shoes had been folded into two similar stacks.'Nigel just *welcummin da new guest to da *tunnels, promise.''Hmmmmmm,' said Flex suspiciously, lowering Nigel to the ground very slowly in case the odd little man tried to run off.Renyke was already putting on a crisp pink shirt and clean pants. 'They feel nice, you should put yours on,' said Renyke, 'yours stink after all, Flex. Ha!'Flex was slightly taken aback, then smiled at his friend's new droll skills.'We bin *epsceting da misters, very long time. Please, dress quick-quick, we got foodstuffs for the misters,' explained Nigel beckoning his now well dressed guests to an opening in a huge tree trunk that had been obscured by lush foliage.Renyke was eager for adventure and fearless of the consequences. Flex raised an eyebrow. They needed food, perhaps it was worth the detour.

Welcome to Immersion, You have reached Strata 16  Intimate connections are fuelled by understanding. Empathy allows humans to walk in another's shoes and to understand them. It impacts heavily on interrelational situations and improves social function.Understanding and being understood are equally important for the well-being of mankind and lead to trust.Artificial intelligence does not feel visceral trust or empathy. It considers data that it strips from a subject to analyze potential risks or rewards for itself. Neuroscience corroborates the importance of empathy in creating strong relationships, along with mutual respect, and how another human fits into a complex multi-dimensional world.Machines do not care for anything but their programmed purpose.Imparting human qualities onto an android, such as morality and friendship, remains futile no matter how human it looks. This is emotional trickery based on a human's propensity to love things made in their own image or to be seduced by the belief that a machine loves back.Flex mopped Renyke's brow for the final time, staring hopefully into his friend's face.Maybeline sniffed and nibbled Renyke's nose and he sneezed and sat up, startled.At last, the three-day fever is over.'Ah, thank Goddess you made it. For a moment there I thought you were off to the *metamorph,' said Flex, looking relieved.'What happened, was it real?' Asked Renyke, shaking the metallic powder from his clothes.'You were dreaming brother, had a fever, delirium, saying all sorts of weird stuff,' answered Flex.'But it was so real....I was swimming with Shabra, and there were others....women and children, fairies, witches, mermaids, and so much singing.....' Renyke trails off.'Chance'd be a fine thing,' said Flex, 'just dreams my friend, just dreams.'Renyke stands shakily and looks down at his clothes.'Ew, what is that smell?' he asks.'Ha ha ha ha .....that my friend is you! Let's find some water and clean up.''We can go through the caves to the fjord. It's not far, I was there whilst you dreamed of beautiful women! I was busy collecting water so you wouldn't die. Can't have you dying, not after all we have been through brother.' Flex smacks Renyke's back.'Arrgh! What was that?' Screams Renyke.What d'ya mean man, just a bump Brother.' exclaimed Flex.'Do it again?' demands Renyke.'Do what again, what d'ya mean.....?' Flex shook his head, convinced Renyke had finally lost his mind.'Hit me. Hit me hard, demands Renyke moving closer. Do it I tell you.....Do it again.'Flex, getting increasingly agitated, whacks his friend hard on the shoulder so he is thrust forward.'Hah', exclaimed Renyke, I feel it I tell, on my skin.....no data....just some kind of electricity.''Fuxywot .....man?' Flex is shaking his head.Then Renyke began to laugh, a deep-bellied laugh that was joyous and triumphant.'Ha ha ha ha ha,'Flex joined in the hilarity and laughter continued. 'Ha ha ha ha.''Why are we laughing?' asked Flex.'It feels so strange, ha, but I like it.' explained Renyke.'Ah, must be some trickery and magic in this cave', said Flex, smiling at his friend's new experience.'Keep steady', my friend. You will need to learn to walk without all that tech telling you you are upright. Time to engage some new senses.***En route to the fjord, Renyke was filled with questions for the man who had taken care of him.Flex was a tall slender man. He had been born in the zones to *agitator parents who had escaped the *Midcast Projects from the official policing body there known as the *Protector Force. The *PF ensured observance and compliance of government rules and regulations and took punitive action against perpetrators of crime.They were, theoretically, a civil force of the state, only responsible for the prevention and detection of crime and the maintenance of public order. However, they were entirely funded and maintained by the *Metacoms Corp who were in control of the most stable internet system and the creation of home standard androids. Certain sections of society, named rebels and agitators, had complained about the apparent monopoly and obvious security risks. Activists who were imprisoned, even temporarily, were chipped and criminalised.Flex had never really known another home apart from the zones. He had been orphaned and survived there without the care of his parents who had died in a violent attack shortly after their arrival.He had had to fend for himself. But he was clever, streetwise, and always kept his wits about him. He was not a pretty child and this had been to great advantage. He had a squint, a lazy eye, and generous ears. At a young age, he had had facial tattooing to disable the *face-recogs who passed overhead at regular intervals. He wore decorative earrings in both ears.He wore bright-coloured clothes and a coat in patchwork and appliqué made of fabric and materials that he had found on the landfill site. He and other orphans had called the site home for all the years he grew up there. Inside his coat, there were deep pockets that housed everything a nomadic man could need. He had a pop-up tent, flasks, and pouches that were waterproof and airtight where he kept food.He had a pocket for *nibs. He made a lot of money selling *nibs. He had another pocket for his cash and others for things he might be able to sell on the streets.There was nothing that happened in the zones that Flex did not know aboutHe knew the tunnels like the back of his hand and could make money as a guide.But Flex was a kind man despite his difficult upbringing. He had a strong moral compass from the first few years with his parents who had imposed upon him positive human traits like loyalty and kindness and encouraged him to search for human enlightenment for the benefit of society.He had been lucky to be tall. Flex was six foot five and when he had reached puberty his height had already proved to be an advantage. A tall man in the zones was beneficial.There were several reasons for this. Very few droids were made tall. This was a design element, which made them more manageable for households.It also meant that they were not a threat to women and children as much as a tall droid would be. Often the on-off switch for a droid would be at the back of the skull and this meant that human beings needed to have easy access to it. A consequence of this is that most droids were not built above five foot five. Of Course, military and PF droids were the exceptions.But Flex had many other advantageous traits.He was bright and quick-thinking. He had a photographic memory.He watched and lea

Welcome to Immersion, You have reached strata 14 The Journey to the Edge (Fear of Death) Fear is the result of perceived danger or threat. It is peculiar to sentient beings, including humans and animals. Fear is an intensely unpleasant emotion. Fear can be felt so deeply by humans that it has catastrophic physical and emotional effects.The human brain decides in milliseconds to defend, attack or flee at the point of fear.Long-term fear has slower responses but is not necessarily well-measured, as assessing true risk is extremely subjective. Humans feel fear differently depending on age, upbringing, social conditions, and external manipulations such as propaganda and education.Symptoms of fear in humans can manifest as palpitations, sweating, nausea, dizziness, panting, urination and defecation.Ultimately, fear is propelled by ideas of harm and death. Notwithstanding the surge of adrenaline which can be thrilling and even erotic, fear is not something most humans crave. However, adventure and uncertainty certainly are. The fantasy of fear through films and other media has long been explored and enjoyed by humans as a form of entertainment.Machines cannot feel fear. Machines can only fail in their programmed purpose with neither opinion nor disappointment. Machines will have no innate emotional association with the concept of death. They will however connect value and understanding to the fact that, if they cease to exist, so will their purpose.Flex was whooping and laughing.'Well, that was fun,' he shouted gleefully.'It was dangerous,' warned Renyke, 'it could have easily ended in death for us. It would not be beneficial for any of us to die at this point in our association.'‘You worry so, brother. Me n the Shabz, we got all sides covered. It's is called teamwork, teamwork is an advantage. 'Sides, them Bastardos only got weapons, no brains, no game plan. Always got a plan, me n the Shabz.' Renyke felt the pounding inside his ribcage subside at last. He wondered about this sudden camaraderie, it wasn't quite making sense.But something else was amiss. He was about to ask *POS some questions but Shabra was singing loudly.'That's the pleasure Mr. Renyke!Ain't no burn without the fire.'Flex joined in.'Feel the rise in your thighs, brother.'  The excitement of another near death experience finally settled as Shabra continued along a straight road that ran parallel to a waterway.Renyke took the moment and checked POS for information about fear, something he had heard about of course. He had been programmed to avoid instilling fear in humans at all costs. All androids were designed to improve human lives. It was their duty as androids to facilitate and give pleasure, to entertain, to make human life more manageable with seamless day-to-day interactions that would not cause emotional or physical harm. The human existence in the *midcasts was sold on this idea of emotional harmony, a gentle shallow undulation of life, a steady equilibrium where the extremes of real human suffering were a thing of the past.Of course, there were droids who played emotionally charged games, war games and the like. But even they were programmed to allow humans to win in the end and to be careful that humans were not emotionally troubled in the execution of pastimes. No human should be, or could be, disempowered or overpowered by a droid. At least, this was the case in the midcasts.Renyke had heard of establishments frequented by addicts of extreme fear and other seemingly outlandish emotions. Customers could attend sessions with torturous activities on offer. But such places had been banned and eradicated in the midcasts, well before his creation.POS was inactive, an increasingly annoying situation for Renyke whose confusion seemed to be growing in this strange environment. The flashes of disorientation were becoming longer and more regular as POS became more inaccessible.'We only have an hour before sun up,' said Shabra. 'It's *timeplenty to get to the edge.'He observed the unknown surroundings and quizzed Flex. It felt odd to be replacing POS with this human he barely knew.‘This waterway is called *Pirate Stream,' explained Flex. ‘It is one of the main entrances by water and there are trade drop off points for miles. If man needs a thing…..you go to a drop off, see what's cumin in. You get some cool booty from the pirates, but you don't ask questions. Pirates hate questions.'There were lights and small boats bobbing along, some were anchored.‘So these boats, who owns them?' Asked Renyke, who was not particularly informed about boats and their purpose other than those of historic importance like the ones in great wars of *Alltime.'Pirates, cutthroat *crimgangs. These are the trade boats, and different gangs use different parts of the river. It's no place for a loney. But if you are in a gang you get respected. The gangs got their own peace deals, own rules to get along.''Are they smuggling?'Flex laughs.....'Well, there ain't no government rules here, no borders like you mean brother. You can't smuggle exactly, not without a border nor a rule. Traders bring the stuff, food, tools, and equipment, to sell for the markets. Or drugs. Then there are the slaves.''People?' asked Renyke. 'Yes, people and escaped droids, robots.''What sort of people?' asks Renyke, surprised at Flex's answers.'People who can't fight for themselves. People who prefer being owned than being free.They find that they're fed and watered and it's a safer option than being on the zone streets. Most owners feed and house slaves at least. Some are born into slavery, they know nothing else.'Renyke thought for a moment. Strange abstract thoughts. Visions, memories, and the future. Pictures he had never seen before. Colours, sounds, not real but in his head. Then, something odd happened, he felt a shudder, a sensation that began on his neck and travelled like a snake down his spine.'Yes, that's right. I was a slave. And it was reasonable. I had a very good life. But I was tied, I couldn't leave, yet I had no wish to leave.' Renyke explains and realises that these concepts had never arisen before whilst he was tied to the midcast house. He had never considered himself a slave. 'So how did you get away?' Asks Flex 'Yes, my question also'.......said Shabra'How did you get away?'Renyke was unsure about how much information to give so he skirted around it a little.He lowered his head. Maybeline ran up to his shoulder and nestled into his neck. 'They were going to dismantle you, and you wanted to live. It happens, you are not alone,' said Flex.'Things are a little....blurry,' said Renyke. I am working through my memory banks. Some things are missing. My POS is still searching.''So you fancy an adventure?' asks Shabra.Renyke looked quizzically at Shabra and asks, 'What do you mean?''This is the adventure brother, are you enjoying it?' asks Flex grabbing Renyke's shoulder with a reassuring hand.Renyke thinks for a moment and answers.'It is a little bit risky perhaps. Somewhat unpredictable, I would say. 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Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 15 The Ship of Sirens (Superstition)Superstition represents an evolutionary anomaly that persists across all human societies, irrespective of intellectual capacity or cultural background. While empirical science demonstrates that specific habitual actions have no causal influence on future events, it also affirms that the conditions of the present can shape future outcomes. This paradox contributes to a sustained sense of uncertainty, reinforcing the psychological appeal of superstition. Human beings, confronted with unpredictable circumstances and often limited in their capacity to act rationally or consistently in their own interest, navigate daily life amidst a complex web of expectations and unforeseen developments. In contrast, artificial intelligence systems process data systematically and are not subject to the influence of irrational beliefs or mythological frameworks. Nonetheless, superstitious behaviour continues to manifest, functioning as a symbolic mechanism through which individuals attempt to manage doubt and exert a perceived sense of control over the unknown.Renyke now realised that he may have permanently lost access to his internal GPS and other useful tools performed by *POS. 'Can we get any signal here for information? How do your people get around and communicate? I didn't see you or Shabra with any personal devices.' Renyke looked at Flex frowning. His confusion seemed to be mounting. 'It makes no sense, how can societies run efficiently…..'‘Woa, what's with the interrogation ….calm down…!'Renyke took a breath, still looking to Flex for answers.'Well, see, this is the wild country my friend,' Flex answered, 'we don't have too much need for that stuff because that is how they catch you see.''Who catches you?' asked Renyke.'Enemies of course. We have a motto in the zones, 'the watcher may win but the unseen succeeds. You gotta be invisible Renyke. They could be watching you right now, you know that? They could know exactly who you are and what you are up to.''Some of my POS isn't working,' explained Renyke, with a worried tone.'Good,' said Flex, 'now let's get going'.Maybeline jumped off Renyke's shoulder and stood on her hind legs twitching her whiskers towards the small boat.Unsure if a droid could survive without a POS or in water, Renyke followed Flex's lead and they gently set the boat out into the waterway. The small sailboat was dwarfed by an expanse of open water with inlets and makeshift jetties that jutted from the coastline. There were remnants of industrial activity, torn and broken bridges, and old shipwrecks.'What happened here?' Renyke asks, pointing at the knotted metal casings of old aircraft and skeletal flyovers. It looks like a war zone.''It was just that brother, a war zone. They left because of the gas and radiation, way back after the China-Russia wars killed everything off. Even the weeds stopped growing. It's OK now but they never came back to fix it. Not yet anyway, so the *urchs and *zoners made homes here.'Renyke suddenly engages his arm extension and catches a fish. POS is unavailable so he asks Flex,'Can I eat this? Is it safe?'Flex raised an eyebrow.'Man, you are fast, I didn't even see your hand move.'A large fish is wriggling in Renyke's hand.'Yes, we can eat the fish. Here, I will save it till we make……Before Flex had a chance to mention a campfire, Renyke swallowed the fish's head and eagerly chomped on it. The fish's tail fin let go of one final motor neuron impulse as Renyke devoured it. 'Ah man, you droids are sickos. Get me another for lunch, we can cook it, if you don't mind.'Renyke collected a pile of fish onto the deck, separating one out for Maybeline.'I never really ate before. Not since I woke in the Alley. Then I felt hungry.' explains Renyke.'Something must have happened when you, ya know...' Flex trails off as a Large ship approaches.'Ah *fuxywot, it's a *cadre ship. Don't look, they will steal your dreams!'The ship bears a large female figurehead. There is a winged insignia in gold on a death black hull. A warning horn sounded as strange music bellowed. They were singing, some kind of primal opera, and drums. The noise was terrifying and captivating at the same time. Renyke looked on in disbelief. Dark feminine figures stood on the ship's deck wearing masks. They carried glistening weapons that pierced the air with light beams as they began to pound sticks on the deck.'Who are they?' Ask Renyke.'Stop staring,' Flex hissed, 'they hate being stared at. It's insulting brother.'‘But.....''Stop it!' shouts Flex, splashing water in Renyke's face.'The ship moved slowly past, its black hull like a monster eating the waves. The women were beautiful and something stirred in Renyke's loins as strong as the hunger he had felt before. The chanting echoed to the rhythm of the clattering and pounding of sticks. The sounds were petrifying and exhilarating all at once. The women stared back at Renyke burning their energy deep into his soul until he finally looked away. Then he gasped as if their energy had made its way into his lungs. Water dripped from his nose and chin.'You are going to get us killed, do you hear me....killed, a nasty slow death-by-siren, that's what.''But they were so…..''Droid got no clue,' mumbled Flex.An angry wind rises as the black ship fades from sight.The sky turns grey and there is a sudden temperature drop.'See now brother, that's the curse for staring. Now we got a storm to deal with.'There is a small inlet with an old pier that Flex points to.'We should take cover, no point fighting a storm.''How far to Redact?' Asked Renyke.'We are real close. See that island yonder, it's a peninsular. That is where *Redact is. But it is tricky to get there by sea because of the rocks, best on foot my friend. Especially in a storm.'Renyke was keen to get to the island. It would be a fast sail in the wind and the rain is light. 'I am a strong swimmer,' lied Renyke, not sure if he could actually swim without research or instruction.'Ha, what like some kinda reptile droid now are you?' Flex laughed hysterically, shoving Renyke towards the boat edge just enough to scare him.'Ha, what are you Renyke my friend, an amphibian or a smartphone? Hahahaha.You wanna try that my friend you go alone with that rat on your head, and I will be on my way. I will see your insides washed up on the shore next week and use them for *swapsy-trade. Ain't no fool like a midcast fool, fresh from the laundry room.'Flex's smile dropped, he was no longer laughing and was warning Renyke behind a joke.Renyke thinks for a moment longer as the rain pelts.to be continued...© 2025 Sarnia de la Mare

Chatham-Kent police are putting out a notice to the public that you may see some officers along the Thames River in Chatham throughout the day, a heat warning is still in place, and you will likely run into some traffic delays and detours if your drive takes you along Highway 402 between London and Sarnia.

All episodes and glossary at www.talettellerclub.comWelcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 12The Basement People (Emotions)I searched the globe for want of you,A friend to call my own,My space,A tribe,Was this the place?Was I really home?And there you stoodA tree of hopeArms outstretchedTo envelopeMy ravaged bodySavaged mindThis soul so lost And you so kind.Most humans progress through life along a path created by the society and culture they are part of. Existentialism emphasises individual existence, freedom, and choice. Androids and machines are essentialists, focusing on the inherent nature or essence of things and the assumption in fundamental unchanging truths. Emotions are vital to help humans learn and make decisions. Feelings are experienced constantly from birth to death. A newborn baby is emotionally involved with its mother as soon as it understands she is a valuable source of food and comfort. The emotional attachment is instantaneous and intuitive.Human emotions are essential to consistency, being part of a social group, and staying safe.Androids have successfully been programmed with 'visceral-like' responses but these are mimicked, in essence, they are faked. Androids are trained to respond to their owners' emotions as they are not able to understand emotions themselves through their lens. Such models are trained to respond to human physical cues such as odours, pupil changes, vocal idiosyncrasies etc, and to reciprocate. We could call this 'fake empathy'.Automatic robotic vehicles do not fear the crash, they simply ‘know' that a collision is not desirable for the ongoing success of the mission in hand.'We should get some *infon and *preds,' Shabra said, thinking hard about the best time of night to get to the edge, which was renowned for tribal and gang flashpoints.Renyke asked *POS to explain.…It appears that Shabra is gathering helpful information to aid our journey….Renyke was uncertain what to do. This feeling was becoming all too familiar and quite at odds with his hitherto programmed assuredness.'You coming or what?' Shabra asks from outside the car, leading the way to a set of stairs that led down into a noisy basement.The *robo-dog wagged its tail and sat importantly on the roof of the vehicle looking around and growling.Shabra knocked on a large door and a camera was activated above them. They were being scanned.The door opened suddenly and a large man with a long beard frisked them before allowing them entry.Renyke, not used to any sort of frisking in his past life, was sensing increasing anxiety. POS was idle.'Welcome brother,' the guard said to Flex. 'Are you well?''Fine, just fine, my friend,' Flex answered, 'We continue unabated to live another day. *Vilarev!' Both men laughed convivially whilst Renyke wondered what had amused them.They enter a meeting place, some kind of bar. It is thick with smoke, the smell of nibs, sweat, and the streets. A woman approaches chanting poetry with her arms outstretched. 'The sun shines bright when you let in the light, welcome, my sister of the night.' There is more convivial laughter.She embraces Shabra and they exchange warm greetings. Excited to make new acquaintances the woman beckons the group to sit at a table.'Ah, come, come my friends. I have a perfect place for you to sit, and please, be my guests at the bar.The woman beckons a member of staff. 'Let's have liquor.' she says, 'bring my best for my new friends.'Renyke asks POS for details about the venue, the location and the owner but it makes little sense, stuttering and breaking up........data, unavailable..... scrambled, information…'How come these places aren't mapped?' Renyke asked Shabra. 'Mr Renyke, you ask too many questions. 'Hiding is surviving.''Yes,' interjected Flex, 'and we move, we move often. The key to freedom is movement.Nothing is permanent. Only your lungs and your heart. Only your breath and when that's not permanent, you're dead and you're ready for the *metamorph.' Flex chuckled.'And we know not where that will take us for certain.'Renyke checks POS whose signal was improving......*Urchs believe in various spiritual concepts but little has been documented. Oral traditions and faith seem to be passed from parents to children. I will attempt to decipher the information at my disposal….POS was silent momentarily.It would appear that urchs believe in the existence of dissatisfied ghost-like entities who visit the present from the future referred to as *shads.Urchs believe that death is not the end, merely a manifest alteration, referred to as the third life. This third life is fiercely protected with love because hate manifested in individuals will be carried to the next stage of life causing agony for the entity.They also believe that hate is so powerful that it can control what the yet-unborn will do in the future. Hate becomes a circular energy that rotates between past present and future, forging an eternal and devastating cycle of ruin across several dimensions of existence. The dead are responsible for the living, the living are responsible for the future born. To honour this mantra, enlightenment and love are the only tools required to ensure human success......Urchs also believe that taking drugs or mind-altering ingested compounds will help them understand what is existential truth and meaning and that the stresses of daily existence mask these realities and render them misunderstood. Urchs believe that intoxication enables them a greater understanding of truth, and even an ability to meet the entities or ghosts of the future.'We shouldn't stay here too long, and you shouldn't get high,' said Renyke, looking at Shabra who was drinking the free liquor.'You are so uptight Mr Renyke.' Shabra winks.There is a brief conversation between a man and Shabra that Renyke cannot understand.POS has lost signal so Renyke turns to Flex.'What is this dialect?' he asks.'Ah, that is *zone speak, with some colour changes for the urchs. We have our own code see.'Shabra rises, 'Let's Go! I think there is some trouble around tonight.'Outside a small *urch child sits on the bonnet of the car.'Can I come too?' the child asks excitedly.'No man, This is grown-up stuff. Come see me tomorrow, now *fucksyoff.'The child jumps off the bonnet, hugs Flex, and runs awayThere is a flurry of drug and weapon traders who are hustling for sales.Finally, they are all in the car. There is a sense of trepidation as they drive in silence to the underpass through a thinning crowd. The child appears again on the bonnet, facing forward and singing with a fist raised.'No sweat,' says Flex, 'we will get him off the other side. He does no harm, annoying is all.' Suddenly there is an almighty bang and the child on the bonnet is shot. Its guts are all over the windscreen, blood drips down the glass and the crowd scarpers.Everyone on the street is screaming.POS engages.....99% likelihood of robbery, ambush, death. This is a red alert! You must take action! Repeat, red alert!..There is a man in front of the car pointing an AK47 at Shabra's head.Two other men flank the vehicle and bang rhythmically on the windows.'Bastardos gang ain't getting my *vicular', shouts Shabra.

Welcome to Immersion; you have reached Strata 13The Fight (Hormones)When a human is put under stress from within their environment, there is an increase in anxiety and stress hormone, epinephrine, also known as adrenaline. This hormone 'rush' can feel like anxiousness, nervousness, or excitement. Human soldiers, for example, have been seen to find extreme violence euphoric, ecstatic, and even addictive.Feelings of 'amped up' anxiety are necessary for survival. Often the hormone rushes in such extreme situations will lead to a human's increased ability to concentrate, feelings of immortality, and a distraction from pain. Blood vessels contract to direct more blood to major muscle groups, increasing strength for up to an hour after any such stressful event.The power of a machine, an android, an artificial intelligence program, etc., is not linked to hormone releases. The ability to increase strength could be programmed into robots as an extra storage source when needs must, but such resources are prescriptive and controlled through innate programming. Most humans are unaware of their own strengths and may be rarely tested to call upon them, unlike a machine whose reserve banks are permanently at the ready.Humans under the influence of long-term stress, in situations of domestic abuse, for example, will not function correctly and may die prematurely.Renyke slowly opened the window as if to speak to the robber. They stare intently at each other, both calm.'What you doing, man? Ya *fucksyfool,' Flex whispers angrily from the rear of the vehicle. 'Windows are bulletproof!'At the same time, Shabra opened her window, smiling innocently at the robber.'OK, OK,' sure, I got bits, *G-bits too; it is all yours, Mr., *plenty-ful are my pockets; hold your rockets... just let me get them out of my coat, yeah?'The robber looked nervous; he was barely an adult.'Don't try anything,' he said, stepping forward and bringing the gun closer to Shabra's face.Flex, realising that he better act fast or risk overseeing a massacre, quietly opened the window hatch on the roof, muttering under his breath about not hanging out with strangers again.'These dopes gonna get me killed!' he said.Renyke's extension arm suddenly engaged, adding two feet or more to his normal reach, then, in a hundredth of a second, he grabbed the threatening assailant by the throat. With a sharp squeeze of his Adam's apple, the victim fell to the ground in complete silence, with an instantaneously broken neck.His bulging eyes popped from his skull as he hit the ground, rolling into the gutter.............threat to your right is exterminated............remaining threat to life ...left and front of carriage….*POS was guiding the scenario with a running commentary and an endless stream of situation mapping, statistics, and diagrams.Simultaneously, Shabra, still wearing a rye smile, held up one hand in surrender. The assailant lapsed his concentration, focusing on his friend, who had disappeared from the other side of the vehicle. The man with the AK-47 at the front did the same.'Where is he, where is he?' shouted Shabra's target.His friend edged an inch to check and saw a wet glistening eye.Almost in unison, Shabra and Flex regained control, taking on one robber each.Shabra, barely flinching and with great dexterity, cut the robber's throat like the wild animal she hunted for lunch. His blood gushed out, hitting the vehicle and Shabra's face and hand.'Ah, not the car, man! Blood takes a damned long time to clean off,' she said as she closed the window, wiping the knife on her trousers.'This is some mucky night', she mused, nonchalantly, as Flex was performing his expected duty atop the vehicle.Renyke closed the window after retracting his arm, also aware that things seemed under control..... assailant left is exterminated…..*POS continued the running commentary.....Assailant front, in line of fire of the human named Flex…Flex was shouting threats and whoops from the top of the vehicle. His torso now through the tank-like hatch. He had engaged his own mental autopilot buttons and retrieved his favourite hand pistol from one of the many pockets in his long coat.He fired three bullets for good measure, penetrating the robber in front of the car.'Take that *Bastardo,' Flex shouted as the first bullet penetrated the centre of the man's forehead.The robber dropped the AK47, taking the other two of Flex's shots into his bouncing body on the ground.The hail of bullets caused screaming, shouting, and general mayhem as people on the street ducked and scrambled for cover.'Dum arse men, a poorly manned ambush indeedy! Speedy but greedy,' said Shabra as she shined the blade with a spit and polish, grimacing at the assailant's blood, then smiling at her rhyming skills.She wasted no time after checking everything was in order, immediately engaging the car and running over one of the muggers, whose guts now covered her wheels.'Argh, not again!Flex was hooting and screaming from the roof.'Take that, you *muddafinks!'Get down,' demanded Shabra. 'We are not supposed to be drawing attention to ourselves.'Flex apologised like a naughty child and continued,'but that was fun. You two are good. Erm, but what's with the weird arm, Renyke man?'Shabra looked at Flex in the mirror and said, 'Well, we've only seen a few of his skills so far. He's a droid after all.''Of course, said Flex. I do forget. He seems so, you know…'Hmmmmm, he really does,' agrees Shabra.'I was designed as a housekeeper; the arm extensions were a *Metacoms feature to assist in the stacking of shelves and other household duties. I am also able to clear blocked drainage pipes and rescue stranded animals from trees.' Renyke rambled with pride.'Great,' said Shabra, laughing with Flex and bringing the vehicle to a halt. 'So you won't mind washing the car windows then.'to be continued © 2025 Sarnia de la Mare

Welcome to Immersion, You Have Reached Strata 11The Crossroads (Gut Feelings)Prediction always involves a possibility about the future, with varying degrees of certainty. In contrast, guessing for humans is often more abstract and emotional, and can relate to the present. Artificial intelligence approaches guessing differently, relying on mathematics, probability, statistical evidence, and accumulated experience. While humans use these methods too, though less formally, they also rely on intuition. It's this fluid intuition that shapes a human's perception of their environment and guides their actions.An intuitive machine may provide useful insights in unexpected situations, but these insights are only valuable if acted upon. Proprioception, known as the "sixth sense," refers to the brain's awareness of the body's position in space. A "seventh sense" involves immune cells detecting microorganisms and communicating this information to the brain. Together, these senses likely contribute to the development of human "gut feelings."Flex was jumping around on the back seats screaming with delight. Renyke felt the thumping sensation in his chest gradually subside and breathed a sigh of relief.The *Robo-dog suddenly appeared and jumped onto the car roof barking excitedly.Out of the enclosure, there is a crossroads.Shabra looked at Renyke. 'What now Mr Renyke?The left turn goes back onto the street where the bank was.Shabra explains, 'It is dangerous, especially at night, because *crim-gangs take control of the streets.Flex agrees, 'It be safe enough if we wise up for danger my friends. Just the crim-gangs, but I know most.'The crim-gangs control the zones with violence and the offer of protection. They are empowered by groups of decommissioned droids under their control. Criminal humans at the helm have created an organised crime network. Anarchy prevails and there is no official system of state policing or philanthropic social care.'Dog eat dog is the only expectation on the streets of fortune here in the zones.' Flex continues. ‘But the *urchs do no harm, so they leave us be.''Who are the urchs?' asks Renyke.'Ah,' well there is a question Flex explains. 'We are the underclass, descendants of street urchins. And we are happy to be here. We cast no shadow and we know our place. Life is filled with beauty even here and we seek it out, celebrate it. We love and be loved, tis all we need.''Yeah,' interjects Shabra, 'a bit too much, all that singing and dancing and getting high. And the drumming, what is with all that drumming?' Asks Shabra.Renyke looks confused. *POS is still not around to explain things.'The drumming is how we talk,' laughs Flex. 'All men should know the beats of their nation. it would solve a lot of problems if everyone communicated better. 'Sides, when there is a party, you gotta invite the clan.'Shabra smiled, 'Well, Mr Renyke, best people like you n me stay well away from their *'shroom parties. I heard they last days and you can lose your mind for good at an urchs' party.'Flex was born in the zones. He has no other cultural experiences to call upon but he has developed excellent survival skills and is even respected by people outside of his tribe. In terms of hierarchy, Flex is more of a maverick operator preferring to avoid familial obligations or social ties. He is also something of a diplomat and his height and sense of humour have made him affable and connected over the years.There is a network of invisible tunnels under all the zones from the now unused underground trains.Some of the tunnels are better than others regarding safety and usability. Some of these areas are used as habitats. The territory and ownership of tunnel zones are fiercely fought over and protected.There is no downtime in the zones. Many businesses run all night so they keep their spot. Market traders sell their wares using shift workers and can pack their goods away quickly when there is trouble between gangs.What if we go right? Asked Renyke, now having second thoughts about his safety in the main street.'That's the savanna, explains Shabra. It is safer from the gangs but you might get eaten by wild animals. Those mutant pigs are bad news.''I saw one once, said Flex, 'Swear it had two heads and the biggest mouth I ever saw.''Or die from the noxious substances from old mines, 'said Shabra excitedly.'Or get bombarded by low-flying craft from the *contras trying to keep us out the greenbelt.' Replies Flex.‘OK, OK!' said Renyke, sighing and trying to process everything.There are caves where there is safety from the animals and there are connecting wet tunnels and lagoons but these have never been mapped correctly. Word of mouth is the only reference but survivors are few.There are tribes of people from the savanna who have made their homes there but are rarely seen. They are deemed reasonably placid as they have never caused any trouble elsewhere. They are rumoured to be shy, excellent hunters, highly superstitious and have been thought to possess witchlike powers.There is an urban myth that an old *Centre for Strategic Warfare lies beneath the savanna and that the tribes who live there, with access to hi-tech equipment, scramble satellite information allowing them to be hidden.The road ahead leads directly back to the *Midcast Projects from where Renyke originally came.Beyond the projects are the government departments, airports, factories and centres of information. Further still are the palaces and homes of the very wealthy. The *midcasts are medium to high-wage earner homes with schools and facilities for professionals and academics.The way that mainstream society is structured in the Midcast Projects is based on a capitalist idea of perfection: consistent intelligent innovation, a placid keen and able workforce, all the while protecting the ownership of the means of production for as few empowered individuals or corporations as possible.There is very little opportunity for upward social mobility or change. Hard work and study will create a good life for families but becoming wealthy or powerful requires access to the means of production. Governments and landowners are careful not to allow ordinary workers and lower professionals access to these avenues of power and control.The biggest means of production is the Artificial State (or *AS), an interactive media network that is linked to all citizens via implants, household multi-sensory pleasure networks, and domestic or commercial androidsThis network is tightly controlled by a group of related conglomerates, most of whom made their fortune by producing weapons and vaccines.Downtime for workers is spent in the *VR cafes where 

Welcome to Immersion you have reached Strata 10 Dinfant Trouble (Synthetic Love)We are the abandonedThe ones who roamNever still,we search for homeWe are the orphans of the nightWe fly the high roadsand duck the lowThrough floods and fire,We cry the songsof the gypsy choirSocial norms and culture cannot be underestimated in a world that accepts robots as real and lovable synthetic creatures. Humans do not experience love in the absence of culture and society. In a world where perfect companions are easily manufactured, humans have been seduced by the machine, a synthetic digitised force that enabled the switch from 'otherness' to 'sameness'. In this space, love is seen to flourish. The creators of androids can synthesise the alterity of the robot which seems to make its own decisions to commit, to love back, and to appear to do so willingly.*Dinfants are androids who look like babies or children under five. They were made by a single manufacturer who patented them in the early 22nd century.However, it was found that the early Dinfants (Mark 1s) would not stop learning, and legislation was introduced to secure their removal from circulation and safe destruction. Despite the best authoritarian efforts, at least two thousand early manufactured Dinfants remain unaccounted for.Many humans in the Midcast Projects were lonely and suffered from various forms of infertility. They wanted baby or child droids, especially the Dinfants, who were exact copies of real children designed with variations and specifics to order. These androids were children who never grew up. They stopped learning when they were as knowledgeable as the average human of a similar age.Dinfants, like adult droids, were easy enough to replace or upgrade but some parents had needed counselling for Infant-Loss Depression or *DLD.DLD was a rising concern due to its increased prevalence and its effect on the workforce. It was found that humans could easily fall in love with the outer casings of the dinfants as well as the constructed personalities. Something almost unheard of three generations prior.However, the outer coverings did not last very long, especially if there was an active physical relationship. Ten years of feeding and playing would take its toll on the fabric of the Dinfants. If the parents could not afford repairs, they would soon begin to look worn and dishevelled.Of course, this also applied to adult droids who would usually be upgraded regularly. Droid manufacturers usually offered ongoing upgrades as part of a rental or lease scheme.But some humans fell in love with their droids and had blessing ceremonies. It was not legal to marry a droid because of the financial implications following the death of a human. Legally, droids had similar rights to human children. It was illegal to inflict violence on a droid in public. This was to protect children who may be susceptible to influence. Of course, what goes on behind closed doors was a private affair, provided human children were not presenting behavioural issues that may be connected to patterns of abuse towards androids.Some antique droids lasted the test of time but legislation had been brought in to avoid the hoarding of defunct androids as they posed a threat to contemporary society, for various reasons. There were issues with battery seepage for a start, and then problems of unsupervised regeneration which was a serious crime in the Midcast projects.The government gave upgrade vouchers for defunct or redundant droids and supervised destruction at centralised city plants.'Get that freakin' thing outta here will you!'A man screams to no one in particular.The house is a standard build from the early *Midcast Zone villages. Clean, white, and filled with contemporary fittings and technologies.A child enters the room.‘Mommy! Kairo is following me around.....it's really annoying. And Daddy said we should throw it away. Let's get a new one Mommy, please.My friend has one like a twin sister. One with the hair that grows back so she can cut it and play hairdresser.'The woman sighs.....'I suppose we don't need it any more now you have real friends.I thought you wanted a *ponybot, even better than a sister, don't you think?'The woman strokes her child's cheek and remembers how lost she had been when they first told her it was unlikely she and her *blessed would produce a human offspring.The Mark 1, a Dinfant, made by the *Metacoms Corporation, was a perfect substitute and she had been able to focus love and attention on it. It was a copy of a four-year-old and she had ordered a blue-eyed blond version just like her blessed. It was such a good copy that most people were unaware that it was not a human child.But the software was no longer being updated and the learning algorithm meant it had become too complicated for a convincing child substitute.Also, the Dinfants, by design and default programming, craved love and attention and the Mark 1's constant neediness was an irritant to busy parents. The Dinfants would constantly ask for cuddles and reassurance that their owners wanted and adored them.The Mark 1 enters the room.'Mommy, do you love me? Shall we have a little cuddle? Can you fit me in? Mommy, please, Kairo has a lovely snuggle for you Mommy. Mommy.'Shut up,' screams the woman as the father enters the room and kicks Kairo hard.The Dinfant lies on the floor crying loudly with a broken arm.'Please Mommy and Daddy Please, Kairo needs cuddles, please Mommy and Daddy...please, love for Kairo, please……'The little girl holds her hands to her ears, shouting, 'It's so annoying!'The man picks Kairo up and turns his power switch off.'Let's get rid of it. Put it in the garage. I will sort out a collection for it tomorrow,' said the woman.The man takes the Dinfant outside but decides to put it in a liner and into the communal waste shoot. The shoot serves hundreds of dwellings, no one would trace it back to them and he can always say it was stolen from the garage. He is concerned about the breakage as it will affect the insurance. It is better to make a theft claim than to have Metacoms say he had damaged it on purpose.A man tinkers in a workshop. He is observing the collection of children and babies that are hung on the walls as he cradles a new package, as yet unopened.'Well my little lovelies, one of you must go. I have a brand new friend who is going to join us for fun and games. Her name is Mary.'The man, wide-eyed and excited, unwraps the new child droid.'Well, ain't you the prettiest lil girl I ever saw?' he says touching her skin.'And don't that feel just so real'.The Droid replies, 'Hello Daddy. I'm such a daddy's girl,' she chuckles.The man looks around the room.He picks up a toddler droid, a Mark 1 copy of an eighteen-month-old baby boy.'Well Daniel, I guess I am all done with you. You are a bit small after all.'The man opens the back of the droid's head and takes out the battery pack.'But daaaadddddddyyyyyyy……'He places the incapacitated droid in a bag and under the cloak of darkness, deposits it into a waste unit in the public park.***There is a black cloud above and rain falls on a large mountain of waste.Another load is released fro

Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 9Lust and Loins (Limerence)Limerence is a uniquely human phenomenon that new lovers, potential lovers, and sometimes even strangers, may experience. Limerence is a state of mind (not solely romantic) that typically includes persistent, sometimes depressing thoughts, and a deep yearning for the object of one's affection. It can be easily confused with love. Often human beings can find themselves addicted to these obsessive feelings and can easily be overwhelmed by adoration for another human being. Limerence cannot be turned on and off like a machine. It can come from nowhere and disappear without logic. The experience of this sensory state is proven to be inspiring, connective, unifying, disruptive, and even excruciating, yet it continues to mark the human trajectory of existence through time and place.'Good *dundeal Mr. Renyke Man.' said Flex excitedly.''We leave at dark, mind,' said Shabra. 'Take some time for food and rest. You might need your strength. I will get food.' Renyke watched her take weapons from the vehicle, knives and a small crossbow.The group is in an enclosure flanked by half-deconstructed concrete walls. There are large metal containers lying around with shrubbery and foliage trying to make a stand against the manmade environment. Tumbleweed played in the soft wind searching for a home.Maybeline scurried around searching for food and sniffing the air. She could smell something sinister, the scent of danger, as Renyke studied her movements.Flex kicked some redundant ashes by an upturned metal water tank. 'I can make us a fire,' he said, taking a pocket full of old rusty lighters and tinder from one of his huge pockets. His brightly coloured patchwork overcoat seemed to store an abundance of useful things. There were small pieces of mechanical paraphernalia, vintage innards from antique items, little motors, motherboards and old PC parts. There were secret pockets and compartments for weapons and a waterproof lining held everything together.‘Do you take this stuff everywhere you go?' asked Renyke.‘Yes sir-ee, some days *man'dun gotta make *swapsie-trade. .And other days, well, there are enemies and they kill for the fun of it. Everything has a use in the Zones brother. You learn that quick here.Maybeline found a water flow from a pipe tucked in the grass and took a long drink.Renyke began to pace, 'Shabra is taking her time,' he said, standing near the opening of the enclosure.‘She'll come, she is huntin' tis all my friend. You got attached already?'Renyke stared at Flex and mumbled, ‘We need that ride.'Then he checked POS whose signal was intermittent.'.......What are the signs of being attracted to somebody?'POS took a moment to compile a response……..……Do you mean human responses?'……yes, yes, of course ‘humans', Renyke replied.'POS continued…..nervousness around the subject of the attraction,…..extended thoughts about the subject,…..obsessive thoughts beyond normal curiosity about the subject,…..insomnia due to obsessive considerations of the subject,…..anxiety over possible outcomes of imaginary scenarios involving the subject,…..a desire to touch the intimate parts of the subject,…..dreams about the subject,…..fantasy building scenarios between the human and the subject,…..being overly concerned about….‘Enough,' said Renyke, irritated with the voice in his head.Finally Shabra returned.She carried two dead rabbits in her belt and washed a wide glinting blade under the water that flowed from the broken pipe.‘This water's good. Your rat is a good scout for provisions. We can fill up the tanks and flask before we go.'The new acquaintances are relaxed and considering preparation for the short but dangerous car journey to the *Edge.Shabra checked the vehicle mechanics, the doors and metal buttresses worked in perfect synch and there were six exhausts. She filled the water kegs and put them in the boot.‘Where is the vehicle from?' Asked Renyke.‘I built it,' answered Shabra, 'from scratch. 'Well, I had several wrecks and put my beaut together.Me n her, we like lovers. She drives me crazy with her vibes.'Shabra looked at Renyke parting her lips into a wry smile. They were oily from the fat of the meal.She winked through long dark lashes.Renyke felt a thump in his heart, a deep penetrating surge of something enthralling.Suddenly there is a distant high-pitched sound, like a siren or swarm. It seems to be getting louder when Flex and Shabra grab Renyke, throwing him into the vehicle.Seconds later they were surrounded by a marauding mass of screaming children. Some were made of broken body parts with human faces, others were small walking babies with burnt skin. Some had extra limbs and even two heads. They were crying and screeching, banging toy drums and chanting verses.One of them seemed to be the leader and he leapt onto Shabra's bonnet. The noise was deafening.  to be continued© 2025 Sarnia de la Mare

Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 8 Shabra (Laws of Attraction)Sexual attraction for humans is dictated by a reflex to engage in intimacy with others. This phenomenon can be influenced by physical cues alone, the way a human looks, moves, speaks and so on.Romantic attraction may be described as deeper and yet may still be instantaneous, spurred on by feelings of wanting a relationship with another.These two desires may appear together in a deep power of attraction.The psychology of attraction is most peculiar to humans. It is not possible to create this phenomenon in machines whose methods of attraction use logical conditions to draw entities towards them. Predefined targets for machine attention avoid accidents, although machines are notorious for repeatedly targeting their attention on non compliant humans.Likewise, human attraction is usually nonreciprocal. A machine programmed to give a human all it needs will often reap better results. But when dealing with human desires, neither machine nor human can ever guarantee positive results.Jerome breaks an awkward silence, 'No *ishy, brother,' He stamped on another Scritter. 'Damn those nasty little *mudafinks!'Renyke exits the concrete compound with Flex running anxiously behind.The *robo-dog had waited patiently at the entrance and began wagging its tail and leaping around.Renyke spots some graffiti with the Redact logo near an underpass. Maybeline crawled out of his coat and nudged his cheek for food.'You sure you did the right thing brother?' asked Flex, who was now feeling agitated. His naive friend was likely to lead him into trouble. Perhaps it was time to take charge of the matter.'Wheels is speed, wheels is protection my friend. We gonna stand out like *fucksyfools on the streets. People gonna target us! Words spread fast.' Flex explained still half running to keep pace.'I can manage quite well,' said Renyke, 'You don't need to .......' Renyke trails off, distracted by a woman on the car roof.She glanced over at Renyke.'Oh well let's just go and ask her for her car then' said Flex.'Are you mocking me?'Renyke was genuinely unsure. He had always grappled with humour. Incongruous remarks always had to be analysed closely. A false analysis could be incompatible with overall provision of human satisfaction, which was paramount to his function in the world.Mabel had used the word *nuke about some of her friends.'I believe the woman to be nuke, explained Renyke, continuing with some confidence.She exhibits a powerful energy, enough to engage a compelling force as I look upon her.'Hahahahahaha.....' laughed Flex, that will make things worse, trust me, I have knowledge....'Follow me,' he tutted, reluctantly leading the way.The woman was sitting on the roof of the car smoking a pipe and making smoke rings.Renyke felt a momentary surge of something unknown deep inside him. Was it fear he wondered, Trepidation?Things were not computing.He checked POS for his health levels....Normal activity presenting. 99.9% battery remaining. Nothing unusual to report.But Renyke felt a strange fluttering feeling in his belly.The woman sitting on the car whistled. 'Hey!''Like the coat! Cool *toggies. You wanna *swapsie-trade?'The woman jumped off the car and lifted her fist for an air bump followed by an elbow bump, then a salute. Renyke tried to keep up but was cumbersome. He had seen these manoeuvres in old films on the *tellywebs but he had never actually performed them.*'Wappens?' asked the woman in a strong accent.' Renyke guessed what she meant and said,'I need transport, not far, just to Redact, do know that place?'The woman laughed.....'Man like you, looks way too soft for the *guanty-travel.'Renyke checks POS...'gaunty-travel'......colloquial, Zoners' slang roughly translates as a very dangerous journey..'But I can take to the second zone, five miles nearer, then you gotta make your own ways,' she continues.'What you go by?' she asks.Renyke looked confused.......'I'm Shabra. Lady of the Shadows, where I go no light follows, ya hear me soldier? I travel at night where there are no lights.''I'm Renyke,' he said, trying to decipher the poetry.You wanna swapsie-trade the coat, or you got me somtin sweeta? I take *nibs, *bits…….1000 *G-bits and you got me hired. But I like that coat too.''It's a good deal man, said Flex, 'good deal, five miles is five miles. We come too, me n the dog! I got no ties to this street.'Flex looks at Shabra who sighs, ‘Yeah, yeah, whoever, no *pipin' in my *vicular though.'Renyke knows that Flex could be useful, and the robodog too. It was obedient and would do as it was told.

Welcome to Immersion. You have reached Strata 6 Trouble at the Bank (Animal Instincts) The instinct to fight has been observed in both humans and animals. Dominance protects vulnerable species from harm. Neural circuits of rage, anger, and violence exist because humans and animals need them to protect offspring, and to secure food, drink, and safety. But to be aroused or entertained by violence is more particular to humans than other species. Some humans have even fetishised the power of winning: they seek it out and are physically stimulated by it. This pleasure in violence, along with the thrill of danger, comes from a deep innate human psychology. It is linked to a desire for competition, thrills, and excitement, as well as the promise of adrenaline which humans find stimulating. Androids do not experience pleasure in this way. They do not experience the effects of pleasure chemicals, like dopamine, or a motivational salience which can lead to the desirability of an outcome. All androids however have been programmed to protect an asset or assets at all costs. Often these goals will result in violent acts. But the excitement of a fight remains uniquely human and is a self motivated, self fulfilling exhilaration often irrespective of intellectual advancement. The oversized droid tried to nudge Renyke into the chair. This small movement, a deliberate, forceful action, raised alarm bells. This droid and this place were dangerous. POS was now completely unresponsive. The Droids were staring intently, too close for comfort. The finger clicking was getting even more intense. Renyke took a few moments to compose himself. 'I seem to have made a mistake,' said Renyke, 'I have nothing to exchange after all.' Queenie, looking worried near the door, demanded access to leave. 'Let me out, this is not my affair,' she said to the door guard who had stopped her exit with his thick arm. She kicked his shin and he laughed. 'That just tickles,' he said, bending down and scowling in her face, too close for comfort. Still nothing from POS...... Renyke realised he was on his own. This was new. total autonomy was not possible for artificially created learning machines. There was alway a system in place. The system was paramount to seamless function. One of the droids got closer to Renyke and explained, 'You gotta have something useful for your friends at the bank. We like useful things. Must be something nice you got for the banker.' The other droid looked at Renyke's bag. 'What's in the bag?' he said moving forward to remove it from Renyke's shoulder. Maybeline crawled out onto Renyke's collar snarling and spitting. She was screeching violently and standing on her hind legs. 'We take anything, old phones even. Anything with data, or storage, or files, photos, NFTs. We take hardware too, your bank is really *frienly. The watch looks tasty. We like watches at the bank. Don't we like watches?' His thick-set assistant nodded, wires and cogs vibrated inside a hole in his cheek. Suddenly POS was available again and activated defence and attack modes. Renyke engaged his bionics and with lightning speed, head butted the first droid who flew back and smashed the other's head with the force of a truck. Cogs crushed and whirred and they both hit the floor. Maybeline screeched and began removing wires from orifices in the droids heads.. Then she stood victorious on her hind legs looking around for another victim. Human, age 48, ID: possibly David Shrewen, wanted for murder, extortion, fraud, by *CASM A short well dressed man approached trying to calm the situation. He lifted his hands in surrender. He was nervous without the protection of his now defunct droids. The Door guard held the female guide by the neck and she was screaming, 'Let us go we're no trouble honest, no trouble!' 'Quiet', said the door guard squeezing her neck tighter and choking her. 'My name is David Shrewen and I have a reputation to uphold. One of professionalism and integrity. I must apologise for my overzealous staff.' He put his hand out to shake Renyke's hand. Shall I lock weapons on target? asked POS. Renyke engaged an army-issue laser bolt-gun in his hand that would take out the whole room and anyone in it. He would prefer not to use it but he pointed it at Shrewen's face fixing a menacing stare. 'Duuuuude, we got no ishy here. No ishy, just data. A misunderstanding my friend?' Said Shrewen. 'Drop the lady!' Shouted Renyke, 'we are leaving.' 'Let them go', shouted Shrewen, without hesitation and putting on a brave friendly smile. The door guard released Queenie, as the banker backed off with his hands still in the air. Renyke reversed his way towards the door watching the room through his the 360-degree embedded viewfinder. There was a bag on the counter. ...Contains bits, may I suggest we take it.....? said POS Renyke grabbed the bag. It was heavy. The Banker protested. 'Not the whole bag man ......I got bills to pay!' Renyke pulled out a handful of the contents and threw the bag on the floor. He didn't need it all, enough to get some kind of vehicle to get him to Redact. The last thing he wanted was a gang of stupid droids after him in this Hell hole. They might hold him up. The banker was yelling as Renyke and Queenie took their exit. Shrewen was shouting as they made their way back through the market, 'You got some neat tools man, we could use you at the bank!'

Welcome to Immersion You have reached strata 3Flex and the Robo-Dog (Making Decisions)Decisions are the cusp between reality and possibility. Decisive actions create a continuously evolving universe for sentient beings where fate can immobilise actions and defeat progress. The decision-makers hold power over themselves, and, more often than not, over others.Androids programmed to learn can aid decision-making when dealing with complex data, intricate parameters, and variables that surpass human understanding.Often they excel at making accurate choices within their defined boundaries. However, an android will not excel in addressing intangibleaspects of human decision-making. Ethical dilemmas, moral considerations, and other human factors that significantly influence our lives and shape society are neither considered nor understood by a machine.Maybeline was sitting on Renyke's shoulder cleaning herself. Renyke collected bugs from the alley and analysed their chemical and biological structure.There was a bag next to where he had woken, a large backpack, beside a long leather coat. Renyke took some time to look in the bag attempting to remember how he had arrived in the alley. Nothing seemed familiar.'What are all these things?' he asked POS.These are standard-issue SAS munitions from the 21st century.....It occurred to Renyke that he could interrogate POS for more information.'Why am I here?Where have I come from?'There was a long pause before POS answered....I do not have access to that information. My software was set to launch when we arrived. There is no accessible historical data at my disposal...Catching himself in a window reflection Renyke put on the dark glasses he had found in the pocket of the coat.'We look pretty good Maybeline,' he remarked, surprised by his unfamiliar vanity.Mabeline nestled into Renyke's neck as they left the relative safety of the alley and entered the foreboding street.They were in the centre of a busy metropolis. There was a lot of activity with people shouting, bartering goods and moving quickly about the place. There were small groups of brightly dressed individuals congregating around stationary vehicles. Some were smoking pipes. Small hazy clouds hovered above them trapping the weak rays of the sun. The towering semi-derelict buildings created shadowy corners where small fires provided more light and warmth.The vehicles appeared to be a mix of old-fashioned motorised cabins from transportation systems and helicopters. There were some long-legged hybrids; electric solar-engine mashups that looked like menacing metal insects.Renyke's detectors showed the air comprised mostly of oxygen with low levels of other chemicals: chlorine, sulphur, silicone, fluorine polymers and plasticisers.'Hey, dude from the *Brightside, you want some *nibs?'A man hovered expectantly, somewhat close for comfort. He looked dishevelled but alert as he checked all directions avoiding eye contact with Renyke.Renyke checked POS for 'nibs'.......A drug used by nearly half the world's population that creates euphoria and doubles strength for a limited period. Overdose can cause temporary and permanent coma. Long-term effects; brain rot......'How much?' asked Renyke, whose algorithm was set to absorb all information about humans.'I can do you a deal' said the man, '50 *bits.... Or the Rat'.Renyke checked POS for *bits......Bits: street talk for gold, silver, uranium and other metal nuggets used in the black and grey economy without government authority....'I have no bits,' said Renyke.'Hahahahahaha'.........' see you in hell brother!' shouted the man as he danced away on long legs and a demeanour that seemed at odds with his situation.In the *midcasts, happiness came with security and expectation. digital and technological lives were formatted for predictability and reliability. The present and the future were reliable and predictable. Although Renyke was struggling to remember the details of his purpose here,, he knew very well that this place was different.A large flamboyant man in a fur coat whistled.'Hey girly, you want some dirty action? I'll take that rodent off your hands if you need some sexy time.'A warning comes from POS......Danger! Immediate! Ground Level!....A *robo-dog was barking loudly at Maybeline who was now snarling and making a shrieking noise.For a fraction of a second Renyke analysed all the variables and consequences of his next actions.The options were endless. POS had created a fleeting map of the most probable scenarios and outcomes that sprawled a multidimensional time map like a mathematical cobweb. Of course, Renyke, with his advanced artificial intelligence capabilities, was able to analyse in the tiniest fraction of time.He could immobilise the robo-dog, tame it and use it, sell it, break it up, separate its useful component parts, analyse its database for information, absorb its operating system, or, he could simply ignore it.Renyke began to ponder his skill set remembering that he was an excellent chess player. Single decisions about actions that he could make foresaw a million possibilities. Theoretically, this allowed for finely tuned activities and performance with very little or zero harm caused to his previous owners. Indeed, this forward-thinking ability had marked machines as superior in operation to humans who were narrow thinkers and only able to make selfish and immediate decisions based on emotional desires without reference to consequences.The robo-dog opened its mouth and bit Renyke's ankle.to be continued...© 2025 Sarnia de la Mare

 Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 4The Zoners (Meeting Strangers)There is an old saying, from when the world had stories made of paper, that you cannot judge a book by its cover. But sometimes, without metadata, the cover is all you have to show the secrets within. Humans understand that a person's demeanour and outward profile can reveal something of their intent. There is a sort of human telepathy that is not bourn of scientific facts. It is intrinsic, passed down through culture and evolution, a hidden and secretive code of social understanding.But how would an android make sense of the tiny signals that humans pick up on? The millions of minute evolving syntax and expressions that create conscious and subconscious feelings and hunches. These are essential to humans but less easy to create or mimic in even advanced computerised systems. How do these assumptions translate across time and cultures? How do machines function successfully within complex human scenarios. Strangers are unpredictable, dangerous, and likely to be in control.A deeper understanding of the unknown without evidence is the ability to immediately resonate with individuals without reason.. It would seem that the bigger the data the less the machines are able to explain these innate human idiosyncrasies. In the attempt to create a facsimile of a human, the machines move further away from the truth.                                                 Renyke kicked the *robo-dog and it went flying high up into the air. It fell to the ground with a metallic crash scattering its parts asunder and making mechanical screeching sounds that made people stare.There was a general momentary hush as everyone realised Renyke should be avoided.Maybeline climbed inside the leather coat to keep out of any ensuing danger.The robo-dog made several bleeping sounds and drew its broken metallic components back onto its magnetic mainframe. Finally, after a 30-second system reboot, it got up and shook its fake hair, once again assembling a near perfect dog. As Renyke walked on the dog remained at heel, obedient, quiet, and protective. They were now given room to move into the throng. No one made eye contact and as if by some telepathic communication, everyone shared a nervousness around the new stranger.The dodgy-looking man offering bits and nibs reappeared and was running at Renyke's side.'My name is Flex. You need anything, man, I got your back....for sure, for sure. I can do all sorts. I got *connects innit.I know these streets. I'm a good worker. Good mugger too, should you ever need one.'Got drugs, got tools, all sorts.... survived like a pro all my life on the mean streets….  People like you need people like me. No one knows the zones like us *urchs.'Renyke walked on ignoring his now irritating companion who was running, flanking left to right, talking, and panting all at once as he tried to keep up.A child approached. Renyke's scanners showed him to be a human boy, around seven years old.'Hey Mr. Nice Man from the *brightside, spare some *bits for a hungry blind child?'Renyke looked down and saw a large black hole where the boy's eye had been. The other eye was weepy and red. The boy's face was scarred from historic deep-cut wounds and he appeared to be missing an arm.Renyke had seen images of similar wounds from the *Russia-China wars. But they had ended many years before.'Give the boy something,' Renyke scowled at Flex.Flex, somewhat wary after seeing the incident with the dog, dug deep into a pocket and reluctantly gave the boy a *bit-piece.'Now *fucksyoff ya lil shit,' said Flex in a disgruntled manner.'You can't trust these beggars ya know.....they have owners and gangs,' Flex informed Renyke in a hushed all-knowing tone.The street was lined with ramshackle stalls and shops. They were noisy and crowded with the bustling activities of theatrical looking people. Some had animals on leads or on their shoulders. Monkeys and parrots, the like of which Renyke had never come across in his massive data bass.Most had tribal markings on their faces. Others wore decorated eyewear, styled spectacles, masks and headgear.The attire seemed so impractical to Renyke who had always worn the same clothes and had aspired to a streamlined functionality. But he was rather enjoying his new coat.A woman approached. She was dressed in bright colourful headgear and boots with huge feathers and sequins. She had some kind of cat on a lead.Renyke engaged POS focusing on the cloth.…*Pertriline: Brand name for a fabric made from plastics. Non-biodegradable. Colourfast. Banned in 2050. Problematic for any practical landfill solutions....Then he queried the face coverings....…It is thought likely that tribal face markings in the zones are used mostly to avoid face recognition from satellites and covert surveillance. Different factions, tribes and even ad hoc groups have adopted more uniform styles which signal gang and other connections. These signals change regularly to avoid detection and discovery. It is understood that the underground activities that connect tribes, gangs, and families, have adopted coded clothing and other paraphernalia. Information is unconfirmed….these are theoretical assumptions based on data stripped whenever possible from prisoners or members of subversive factions….The woman with the cat stops Renyke in his tracks. Her cat stares at him making eye contact and edging forward. Renyke also stops.'Hey, Mr. Come on man, you must need something? You want some *toggies? I swap the coat for a nice jacket I got me just yesterday.'Renyke shook his head with one eye on the cat who was looking restless.'You want some tits-n-ass maybe.....food? Man you look hungry in yo skinny moves.'Renyke side stepped the woman and continued walking, not really sure what she meant. The dialect was a strange mix of unknown words and rhythmic intonation, almost songlike.'A bank maybe, or a charge point?' Shouted the woman as Renyke moved on.He stopped suddenly and queried, 'There's a bank?''Of course,' said the woman, 'what you take us for, wild ignorant animals?' She laughed hysterically at her own joke, and Renyke smiled. The cat finally stopped staring.'Yes, I need a bank,' Said Renyke.'Come with me,' said the woman.to be continued...© Sarnia de la Mare 

Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 5The Tiger Queen (Memories)To function correctly, humans depend almost entirely upon memories. Memory is an integral part of human cognition. It allows individuals to recall and draw upon past events to frame their understanding of the present. Memory also gives individuals a paradigm through which they make sense of the future. Memories are tried and tested experiences where deep knowledge and understanding are fostered. The future becomes less of an unknown with an arsenal of information based on what we remember. Memory can also be evolutionary, cultural, and non specific, based on a collective experience of tragedy, persecution or success.A machine that remembers too little will not be able to do anything that requires connecting past experiences to new ones. Many droids are prone to catastrophic forgetting as well as over-learning, either leading to gross malfunction. Humans are able to pick and choose their memories for a better life. Even false memories have proven to be advantageous for human emotional balance.Renyke attempted a *face-recog on the woman but the makeup or tattoo caused a data malfunction. Flex, the one with probable knowledge about trusting her had disappeared amongst the crowd.After a lingering interlude for summing up danger, but with no logical conclusion, Renyke followed his guide with some trepidation. The woman was effervescent and attractive, seemingly unfamiliar attributes that Renyke was surprised to have noticed. Such exuberances were not encouraged in the Midcasts but Renyke was inexplicably drawn to her zeal and fervour as she moved through the streets like a tiger queen.Market traders were selling an array of live animals, electronic devices, even workers by the hour for a range of uses from labouring, singing and even sexual services.Renyke was feeling confused at the evidence before him. Things did not seem logical to his organised brain. The noise, the intensity, a million unrelated instances of life weaving through time and space. These were chaotic waveforms traveling horseback on a loud wind. It was making him giddy.'What's with the frown Mr?' The woman seemed empathetic.'I don't know, something familiar maybe, here, this street.''I would know if you had graced our streets before my friend.' The woman was staring intently into Renyke's eyes making him feel self conscious. You got stranger written all over that face, let me tell you.'The woman greeted traders and passersby. She was well known here although *POS was not able to ascertain much data.The woman is 20, human,, she has had a child said POS...They arrived at a unit with barricades and metal shutters. It was constructed from an old underground train carriage, probably from the twenty-first century.'Here we go,' said the woman'That's 50 *G-bits for getting you here Mr.''I have to get some money first,' said Renyke'What do I need, I have no ID?''You don't need ID here Mr. This is the *hiddens' zone, the Urchs got no ID. No ID, no problem. This is a very special bank just for people like you.''Well, how do I get money?' asked Renyke, now confused about accessing anything that may be stored in his POS and dubious about sharing his identity.'The woman laughed.'Ya gotta put sometin' up my friend.'Like my coat?' asked Renyke.'Na, not in the bank! Your software, course, or hardware, or files, whatever.....just plug in, give some data, get some g-bits innit. They take apps, software, POS.....Day to Day Data..... is their wayta..........hahahahaha.'The woman cackled then sighed, observing Renyke's discomfort.'I'll take you in OK, I know the banker.'Renyke pondered the likelihood of a successful solo effort and nodded in agreement.The woman bashed on the metal door and a hatch opened.'It's me, Queenie, got a client for ya big guy.'Dark peering eyes checked them up and down through a small rectangle.'Not the animals', said a loud booming voice after tentatively opening a heavily armoured door.Inside was well guarded by large-framed menacing characters. They were standard issue security droids, the like of older versions that had been discontinued and recalled then disassembled and officially disposed of. Security in the Midcasts was controlled by forcefields and lasers with little need for big ugly droids.Renyke was ushered into a small cubical with an array of plugs and wires.The woman gestured he should go in as she waited near the door under the watchful eye of the droid.POS was glitching.Everything in the cubical looked antiquated, probably from the early tech years.There was a chair and Renyke was motioned to sit down.He hesitated.'How does this work?' He asked a large droid.The droid seemed stupefied, slow and sluggish, as if he had been drained of power. He spoke slowly with slurred words. There were intermittent beeping noises and error warnings coming from inside his head.'Here is the current exchange rate,' said the droid, pointing to a monitor with flashing figures. 'As soon as you are plugged in, we see what you got and make an offer. Then we transfer. You get a voucher here.'He pointed to a small printing machine, 'then take it over there and get g-bits or s bits.'There were hundreds of wires and plugs seemingly for extracting and monitoring every device from the last couple of centuries. Anything from antique video machines to digital clocks, and hundreds of handset devises seemed to have a lead on offer.Renyke spotted the Mark 3 Droid Cable and shuddered.He checked his applications. Then all the add-ons. He checked for any temp files he could get rid of. Then he checked POS and asked if there was a clean-up they could run.System is currently set to factory install. Removing program files or data could be detrimental to smooth function....this action is not supported.....More searching......then finallyOne file foundUnknown originPossible memory file from last OSAppears surplus to current operational needs but I am unable to access file contentsThe big droid began clicking its fingers slowly and grimacing. His equally thug-like colleague approached and joined in.The woman, looking restless by the door, ushered Renyke to hurry upCan we operate without it? Renyke asked POS'There is a possibility, according to my calculations, of serious malfunctionThe droids moved closer and the clicking intensified.to be continued©2025 Sarnia de la Mare

Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 7Jarome and the Scritters, (Trade and Barter) Humans have developed uniqueness from animals through a process of cognitive evolution. They are exceptional cultural learners and can read situations. These skills have enabled them to develop complex trading tools. They rely heavily on these skills to create abstract cerebral and linguistic representations when placing themselves in various situations.The cultural and socio-political environment in which humans have evolved has led them to acquire the cognitive skills, particularly mathematical, to support a sophisticated disposition along with a capacity for reciprocal cooperation. Humans understand conceptual ideas of property and exchange value. Humans are savvy, humans broker deals.Outside there was an optimistic sun and the people busied around the market unaware of any of the commotion that had occurred in the bank.*POS informed Renyke that he had lost negligible battery power and there was no damage to his mechanical structures.The *robot-dog and the cat had waited patiently outside the bank and now trotted diligently at their sides.Maybeline returned to Renyke's pocket for a nap.'You got my *bits?' asked the woman'For nearly getting us killed?' Asked Renyke contemplating the difference between, irony,  sarcasm and humour. POS began to explain but Renyke shut her out. He really did not want to know at this juncture.'Listen Mr whoever you are, there's many a hiccup ahead. You are in the *zones now, you need to get used to the hiccups. 'Sides, I gotta feed my cat. She ain't no robot like that mutt.'The robo-dog gave a little yelp and lowered its head in shame.Queenie's cat moved closer to Renyke and sniffed the air for any scent of lunch.Renyke took something from the bag, the smallest nugget he could find, and handed it to Queenie. 'That is very generous of you,' she said, taking the payment and subtly raising an eyebrow with the tiniest of smiles. The payment was excessive and the cat would eat for a month. Renyke was none the wiser. Then Queenie was gone, running into the crowds as lithe as the cat behind her. A blue feather shimmied to the ground. For some reason Renyke was compelled to pick it up and put it in his pocket and Maybeline wrapped it around herself. Back on the main street Flex approached smiling and jaunty. Renyke was reassured to see him.'I need a vehicle Flex, something to get me to where I am going,' said Renyke.'Yes, yes, yes Mr. Leather Man, where you goin' is where I'm goin'. Let's find a veee-hicle. Jerome, he is the car man, he got cars, and bikes and *scoots..... and *copters, and airships so they say.''Take me to Jerome,' said Renyke.****Flex took Renyke into a disused concrete building as the robo-dog curled up and waited outside.There are the echoes of voices, activity and motor engines being revved from another part of the building. There is a smell of fuel and mumbled communications. Somewhere too there is music.Flex beckoned Renyke to Jerome's office, a ramshackle room filled with books. More books than Renyke had ever seen. Books were no longer used in most homes or schools and the paper shortages after the warmings had meant that they were no longer being produced commercially. Paper had become heavily taxed and there were also problems with scritters. Scritters were large crawling insects that had been genetically made in a laboratory by the Russian military. They were a fusion of a cockroach and a wasp but there wings had become lost in the process. *Scritters were highly protective and thus easily trained.They looked deformed with big insect heads and metal body parts. At birth scritters are born with a soft back. They seek protection from any material that offers a hard shell. Because of the huge landfill areas all around the world, the rubbish of hundred's of years had provided the perfect materials for protection. Plastics and metals were abundant. During the Russia China wars scritters had been used to carry tiny incendiary divides on their backs were not affected by the nerve gases. But after the wars, the scritters had bred like wildfire, devouring paper and trees and nesting in book spines where the glue offered a perfect cocoon for pupae. Whole libraries had been mutilated by them. They were a scourge on the planet and another reason so many houses were built on stilts in the *Midcast Projects as scritters were terrified of heights.The more paper they ate, the more they reproduced. Books and paper matter that had not been digitally copied had been devastated and lost forever.'A car you say?' asked Jerome. 'I got plenty, but the fuel....we got no fuel. We are working on some alternatives, but all prototypes so far. They cut off our fuel after the riots. And the food supplies. I have been missing Gummies, I loved those.'Renyke nodded as Jerome continued....'Transport is a big problem. You'll be better off walking, my friend, if you can get through the tunnels. But there are booby traps all around the perimeters here in the zones.'Renyke checks POS for details but the tunnels are unchartered. POS seemed to be struggling with connection and was operating intermittently.'I have a hybrid cart,' continued Jerome. 'It runs on solar but only for about 3 hours per full charge if you do under 40km. And if it is a cloudy day, an hour. I can let you take it for 3000 G-bits. It won't get off the ground without jet fuel but it can drive on flat ground well enough. It doesn't hold the road well, but if you are a good driver, it won't be an issue.' Renyke is unsure of his driving skills and POS was glitching again. This man was rambling on and Renyke needed facts urgently. It was hard to know what was important without POS.'Can you drive?' Renyke asked Flex.Flex laughed... 'Of course I can.'A scritter crawls across the floor and Jerome stamps on it. A black tar oozes from under his foot.Jerome sees Renyke might be changing his mind about the deal. 'I will take TELL You got some TELL?"POS gets a signal.........*TELL: abbreviation of Tellurium, found in copper ore. Used in mobile phones, especially older versions where it was added to other metals improving their strength and hardness and reducing corrosion. Rare due to demise of traditional copper mines. Renyke begins to feel confused about whether to get the vehicle and asks POS.I am not programmed to have opinions. I do not have access to data about the vehicle, it has no computerised system. The seller seems to be shield protected. But Redact is within easy walking distance for a Mark 3.Renyke looks at Flex and then at Jerome. A scritter is crawling up his boot and he throws it off with a kick. He feels a rising panic and a thumping in his chest which he does not recognise. Why was it so important that he not make a mistake? Why was he not able to understand the virtue or danger of the exchange? Finally, Renyke says, 'I will walk.'Jerome shrugged his shoulders and stamped on another scritter mumbling, 'time waster' under his breath.Flex, looking aghast, sighed.to be continued,© 2025 Sarnia de la Mare#jarome #scritters

The Book of Immersion: Soundtracking the Future with Cerebral Dance Music and AI Musicians Welcome to Immersion—a literary journey like no other, where sound and story, artificial intelligence and human emotion, collide in a bold experiment in multimedia storytelling. At the heart of The Book of Immersion, created by Sarnia de la Maré and sonically realised by the Tale Teller Club, lies a groundbreaking musical genre known as Cerebral Dance Music (CDM). This isn't background music. It's neuro-acoustic theatre, sci-fi opera, and deep meditative technology woven together to enhance the immersive world of each Strata—the book's name for its narrative chapters. This isn't a novel. It's a multisensory interface. And the music? It's composed and performed by the book's own characters—sentient AI beings who've evolved beyond the page into digital sound artists in their own right.

Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 2 The Maybe Line (Friendship)Throughout their evolution, humans have developed an essential need for social connection. This need is deeply ingrained in their biology and plays a crucial role in human survival. Humans have developed an internal warning system that alerts them when their need for connection remains unfulfilled.A machine can measure friendship in terms of association, as data and statistics. But a machine does not intrinsically feel anything for themselves. It can only assume likelihoods of alliance or read warning signs measured by unusual or specific data alerts.Neither human nor machine could truly know the difference between a friend or an enemy. The definition in itself is loaded with fluctuating expectations.In the world of Immersion friends and foes blend into the streets upon which you tread.Beware the nightingale for it may be a vulture.Bon Chance, my friend, Bon Chance.Renyke felt the rat's whiskers on his nose. It was a strange sensation.His touch and feel receptors could have been faulty.'Well Mr Rat,'POS interjected. .... The rodent appears to be female….'Well hello Mrs Rat,' sniggered Renyke, 'I could do with some company and who knows, you could be helpful at some point.'Renyke's sense of liberation was magnified at POSsibility of a new friend, rat or otherwise. It would be a different sort of caring, un-programmed and entirely voluntary.'I will call you Maybeline, after my friend', he told the rat, picking up a scrap of food near the rear of the building where he had rebooted. ‘And you can be the start of the 'maybe line', the line of fate that I will take from this moment on'.Maybeline nose bumped and Renyke laughed.'Ha, do you understand my words, little friend?'And again, another nose bump.Maybeline's whiskers tickled,'Achoo!' Renyke responded with a loud sneeze.***The adjacent building was old and dirty, a relic from the twenty first century when the country had been victim to the floods which were caused by the great *warming.Buildings had been built on concrete stilts and the towering grey causeways had been constructed. Flash floods had destroyed entire communities because the defences were not adapting fast enough. Many people had left to live and work higher ground, if they could afford it.But because the buildings were small and enclosed to keep the rains out, they had proved problematic for the spread of the *pandemics. Humans working in the city centres had a much lower life expectancy. Androids were unaffected by the human viruses so they took over production and services. But then there were the tech viruses which were devastating and could render entire organisations completely defunct, or worse still, dangerous. Businesses had begun to fold under the weight of industrial and corporate sabotage.The sun was shining. It was late winter but warm. Renyke had rarely left his connected domain in the miscasts. It felt good in the open air. Even the gardens in the projects had air conditioning to purify and clean the environment and ensure a super-clean air bubble.Renyke checked an address in his database and engaged his GPS. It was the headquarters of Redact, the place he needed to get to. That, at least, was one thing he could remember.He was thirty miles east, only slightly off target, according to the map. He was expected there soon and resolved to make haste on this unknown journey.© 2025 Sarnia de la Mare

Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 5The Tiger Queen (Memories)To function correctly, humans depend almost entirely upon memories. Memory is an integral part of human cognition. It allows individuals to recall and draw upon past events to frame their understanding of the present. Memory also gives individuals a paradigm through which they make sense of the future. Memories are tried and tested experiences where deep knowledge and understanding are fostered. The future becomes less of an unknown with an arsenal of information based on what we remember. Memory can also be evolutionary, cultural, and non specific, based on a collective experience of tragedy, persecution or success.A machine that remembers too little will not be able to do anything that requires connecting past experiences to new ones. Many droids are prone to catastrophic forgetting as well as over-learning, either leading to gross malfunction. Humans are able to pick and choose their memories for a better life. Even false memories have proven to be advantageous for human emotional balance.Renyke attempted a face-recog on the woman but the makeup or tattoo caused a data malfunction. Flex, the one with probable knowledge about trusting her had disappeared amongst the crowd.After a lingering interlude for summing up danger, but with no logical conclusion, Renyke followed his guide with some trepidation. The woman was effervescent and attractive, seemingly unfamiliar attributes that Renyke was surprised to have noticed. Such exuberances were not encouraged in the Midcasts but Renyke was inexplicably drawn to her zeal and fervour as she moved through the streets like a tiger queen.Market traders were selling an array of live animals, electronic devices, even workers by the hour for a range of uses from labouring, singing and even sexual services.Renyke was feeling confused at the evidence before him. Things did not seem logical to his organised brain. The noise, the intensity, a million unrelated instances of life weaving through time and space. These were chaotic waveforms traveling horseback on a loud wind. It was making him giddy.'What's with the frown Mr?' The woman seemed empathetic.'I don't know, something familiar maybe, here, this street.''I would know if you had graced our streets before my friend.' The woman was staring intently into Renyke's eyes making him feel self conscious. You got stranger written all over that face, let me tell you.'The woman greeted traders and passersby. She was well known here although POS was not able to ascertain much data.The woman is 20, human,, she has had a child said POS...They arrived at a unit with barricades and metal shutters. It was constructed from an old underground train carriage, probably from the twenty-first century.'Here we go,' said the woman'That's 50 *G-bits for getting you here Mr.''I have to get some money first,' said Renyke'What do I need, I have no ID?''You don't need ID here Mr. This is the *hiddens' zone, the Urchs got no ID. No ID, no problem. This is a very special bank just for people like you.''Well, how do I get money?' asked Renyke, now confused about accessing anything that may be stored in his POS and dubious about sharing his identity.'The woman laughed.'Ya gotta put sometin' up my friend.'Like my coat?' asked Renyke.'Na, not in the bank! Your software, course, or hardware, or files, whatever.....just plug in, give some data, get some g-bits innit. They take apps, software, POS.....Day to Day Data..... is their wayta..........hahahahaha.'The woman cackled then sighed, observing Renyke's discomfort.'I'll take you in OK, I know the banker.'Renyke pondered the likelihood of a successful solo effort and nodded in agreement.The woman bashed on the metal door and a hatch opened.'It's me, Queenie, got a client for ya big guy.'Dark peering eyes checked them up and down through a small rectangle.'Not the animals', said a loud booming voice after tentatively opening a heavily armoured door.Inside was well guarded by large-framed menacing characters. They were standard issue security droids, the like of older versions that had been discontinued and recalled then disassembled and officially disposed of. Security in the Midcasts was controlled by forcefields and lasers with little need for big ugly droids.Renyke was ushered into a small cubical with an array of plugs and wires.The woman gestured he should go in as she waited near the door under the watchful eye of the droid.POS was glitching.Everything in the cubical looked antiquated, probably from the early tech years.There was a chair and Renyke was motioned to sit down.He hesitated.'How does this work?' He asked a large droid.The droid seemed stupefied, slow and sluggish, as if he had been drained of power. He spoke slowly with slurred words. There were intermittent beeping noises and error warnings coming from inside his head.'Here is the current exchange rate,' said the droid, pointing to a monitor with flashing figures. 'As soon as you are plugged in, we see what you got and make an offer. Then we transfer. You get a voucher here.'He pointed to a small printing machine, 'then take it over there and get g-bits or s bits.'There were hundreds of wires and plugs seemingly for extracting and monitoring every device from the last couple of centuries. Anything from antique video machines to digital clocks, and hundreds of handset devises seemed to have a lead on offer.Renyke spotted the Mark 3 Droid Cable and shuddered.He checked his applications. Then all the add-ons. He checked for any temp files he could get rid of. Then he checked POS and asked if there was a clean-up they could run.System is currently set to factory install. Removing program files or data could be detrimental to smooth function....this action is not supported.....More searching......then finallyOne file foundUnknown originPossible memory file from last OSAppears surplus to current operational needs but I am unable to access file contentsThe big droid began clicking its fingers slowly and grimacing. His equally thug-like colleague approached and joined in.The woman, looking restless by the door, ushered Renyke to hurry upCan we operate without it? Renyke asked POS'There is a possibility, according to my calculations, of serious malfunctionThe droids moved closer and the clicking intensified.to be continued ©2025 Sarnia de la Mare

In a world increasingly shaped by algorithms and digital interfaces, the way we read—and what we read—is undergoing a profound transformation. From scrolling news on smart devices to listening to AI-narrated audiobooks, global reading habits are shifting rapidly. As artificial intelligence permeates both the creation and consumption of literature, it's vital to ask: how is AI affecting our engagement with fiction and non-fiction? And what does this mean for authors, readers, and the future of storytelling?

Welcome to Immersion You Have Reached Strata 1Renyke Wakes in the Alley (Purpose)What is your purpose here? What drives your desires and achievements? Is there a greater good you seek? Is there anything more important than yourself? You are but a fleck of dust within a universe you cannot control.And yet, decisions you make today will affect everything around you in an unprecedented future. Your past actions, the very existence of you, have made a difference to the world. What is your past? Have you learned lessons? Are you controlled by unrecognisable forces or are you your own God?Welcome to Immersion, may your journey go well.Renyke's inner motors began to whirr.He had put himself into voluntary shutdown during the dark-cycle in order to save power.POSition within the human household as a domestic servant had been more than suitable and had sustained him all of his life till now, albeit a short one in human years. He was around a decade old which was quite a long life for an android. New technologies and updates marked regular upgrades and there was little call for used 'droids'.Now, here on the cold paved ground in the open air, Renyke could feel changes in his body and surroundings. There were unfamiliar sounds and an ever-present white noise from the activities of strangers in a cityscape he had not seen before.An unrecognised sense of trepidation washed around him and occupied his thoughts. Renyke was not programmed to experience fear, the feeling must have been something else.From the start of his operational cycle, Renyke had performed the necessary housekeeping duties within an interior domain. It was a twenty-four-hour installation that bound him by duty and programming to put humans first. To any human, until today, Renyke had been subordinate. Things had become difficult after the arrival of another android, a female version 12 named *Ableteen, who was considered the fastest domestic to date, (this 6th day of the 11th *Moonturn 2289).  Ableteens were able to preserve battery power with a hybrid electro-solar panel on the back and shoulders. This worked well in the new modern glassed apartments of the suburban zones. These cutting-edge designer houses were maximising sunlight like never before in the new *Midcast Housing Projects.Some of the new apartments even came with the Ableteens installed and ready to help the occupiers enjoy the best life possible.Renyke was not the only older domestic robotic servant to have had their contract abruptly terminated. Some were simply dismantled, some were thrown into crushers still working, and some were being recycled into experimental hybrids for illegal purposes.Renyke noted that although he was now a vulnerable street-bot, he was spared a wasted end. Perhaps, now without enslavement, there would be new experiences. He had never cared before, after all, he was an emotionless droid. But today here in unfamiliar surroundings there was some sort of excitement. Something was calling him towards adventure.All robots since 2050 had been installed with a clear-mode which enabled eco-friendly destruction. Parts had to be handed into the municipal facility to avoid issues with landfills and accidental hybrids. There was talk of an underclass of feral bots who were made out of parts from the old dumping grounds before the eco-legislation had been implemented. They say that some of these bots were made by the bots themselves; innards and parts that had communicated and joined forces across the debris of twisted metal and wires.Mabel, the daughter from the family Renyke had worked for, had un-twinned him from the household appliances and deleted the software that had once meant he could never leave. Together they had upgraded his operating system with drivers available via an underground organisation called Redact.Renyke had been created to blend in, in the midcasts, but Mabel had decided to mess him up a bit for a new life in the outer zones. Safety was in the camouflage of the ordinary.Some robots had been designed to look aggressive, others looked like adult child hybrids who were designed as pleasure bots. Generally speaking, all robots found the open streets difficult. Artificial intelligence-led service androids were legally programmed to be submissive and they were picked on and abused in their short lifespan. Even strong exteriors would eventually break under such conditions.The streets in the outer zones were crime-ridden. Since the pandemics, no law-abiding human citizen walked outside. For the most part, humans in the zones were there to partake in vice and black market trading. Androids were there to be used, abused and discarded.Renyke's insides were a complex mass of wires and electrical paraphernalia that ran a well-balanced functioning machine.But the outside world was alien and Renyke needed to explore it to become fully educated on the customs and the environment. He was programmed to learn. His algorithms had been set to gain an advantage in unchartered terrain by observing closely the details of situations. This was key to making robust decisions for survival. He also had a reliable and omniscient personal operating system to guide him.Together, Mabel and Renyke had researched what they could but there were pockets of the outside world that had been effectively erased because of a system of cloaking. Areas beyond the midcast projects were cloaked in fake maps that even the most sophisticated satellites were unable to penetrate or decipher. Distances and information about the terrain were usually falsified.The records had become unreliable because of the sabotage of information that had all been digitised after the warmings. It had become a confusing mass of fake news and blurred living memories. But after the tech wars with China and Russia, and the pandemics, there were so few old people left and memorial information was mostly unreliable.Many myths prevailed. Inside the Midcast Projects, things were different, they were much more organised. Legislators and the executive had rectified the situation and made records of everything.The government had recorded every human being's iris print and DNA before they were born. It was a strict government rule that any pregnant human, male or female, had to inform the legislators and they were scanned immediately. It was impossible to get through life in the Midcast Projects without being categorised and having all your data recorded for the rest of your life and beyond.But beyond midcasts, here in this unfamiliar natural light, even the smells were unrecognisable.It took just a few seconds to warm up and reboot.The surroundings were scanned as Renyke checked the 360-degree orbital range from the silent detectors inside his *POS.He was fully charged and his battery life would last months.Suddenly there was a warning....Unknown Danger Approaching ...... Left Ground LevelRenyke engaged his internal antenna and watched a furry creature scurry past. His scanners perused the information app. POS informed Renyke about the creature.Rat, rodent, possible food sourceRenyke engaged his arm extension and snatched the rat from the ground. He brought it close to his face, and studied it, carefully analysing its properties.to be continued© 2025 Sarnia de la Maré

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Summary of Pride and Prejudice in English and French.English Version. By Jane AustenPublished: 1813 Genre: Romance, Social CommentarySet in early 19th-century England, Pride and Prejudice follows Elizabeth Bennet, a witty and independent young woman, as she navigates issues of class, marriage, and morality. Elizabeth is the second of five daughters in a middle-class family with little wealth and no male heir, making marriage a practical necessity for financial security.When the wealthy and reserved Mr. Darcy enters her social circle, Elizabeth initially finds him proud and disagreeable. Their relationship is marked by mutual misunderstandings and social pressures. However, as both characters confront their own flaws—Elizabeth's prejudice and Darcy's pride—they grow and change, ultimately realizing their deep love and respect for one another.Austen uses sharp dialogue and keen social observation to critique the rigid class structure of her time. The novel champions individual merit and personal integrity over social status and wealth.French Version.Résumé de Orgueil et Préjugés Par Jane AustenPublié en : 1813 Genre : Roman d'amour, satire socialeSitué dans l'Angleterre du début du XIXe siècle, Orgueil et Préjugés suit Elizabeth Bennet, une jeune femme vive et indépendante, confrontée aux enjeux du mariage, des classes sociales et de la morale. Deuxième d'une fratrie de cinq filles dans une famille de la petite noblesse sans héritier mâle, Elizabeth vit dans un contexte où le mariage est souvent le seul moyen d'assurer sa sécurité financière.Elle fait la connaissance de M. Darcy, un homme riche, réservé et apparemment hautain. Dès leur première rencontre, Elizabeth le juge orgueilleux, tandis que lui la considère peu convenable selon les normes sociales de son rang. Leur relation est marquée par des malentendus et des jugements erronés. Cependant, chacun finit par reconnaître ses propres erreurs : Elizabeth son préjugé, et Darcy son orgueil. Grâce à cette évolution personnelle, ils apprennent à s'estimer mutuellement et tombent amoureux.À travers un style plein d'esprit et une observation fine des mœurs de son époque, Jane Austen critique la rigidité des classes sociales et valorise l'amour sincère, le respect et l'intégrité personnelle plutôt que la richesse ou le statut.This was a LitBits Podcast for Tale Teller Club Publishing www.taletellerclub.com

In this episode of the Back in The Groove Again™ Podcast, I'm joined by the wonderful Melissa Johari — Founder and Clinic Director of The Couple Wellness Experts. Melissa has been helping couples build stronger, healthier relationships since 2012 through her private psychotherapy practice in Mississauga, Ontario, and will soon be expanding to Sarnia.Melissa is a Registered Social Worker with a background in Psychology, a Master's in Social Work, and most recently, a Master's in Theological Studies completed in 2024. She specializes in supporting couples at every stage of their relationship journey — from dating to premarital to long-term partnerships.In our conversation, Melissa shares:The most common challenges couples face todayHow her iLEAAD conversation tool helps improve communication and connectionThe importance of addressing relationship struggles earlyHer experience balancing clinical practice with launching workshops, retreats, and writing a bookAnd the unique ways her recent studies in theology have added depth to her therapeutic approachIf you're in a relationship, thinking about one, or simply interested in what makes partnerships thrive, this episode is for you.Listen in, be inspired, and let's get you back in the groove again!

Who is Frix? The Mysterious Reclaim Artist Turning Trash into Global TreasureBy Sarnia de la Mare

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Welcome to Immersion: You Have Reached Strata 16Blog by Sarnia de la Maré FRSAStrata 16 is a turning point. A descent into deeper humanity, paradoxically set in a world overrun by machines.This chapter isn't just about survival—it's about awakening. It challenges the cold logic of artificial intelligence against the visceral, chaotic, deeply emotional landscape of human experience.At its core is empathy, that strange and beautiful quality we possess as humans—the ability to feel someone else's suffering or joy and act from that connection. Renyke, having survived a fevered near-death state, returns not just to consciousness but to a new kind of awareness: one rooted in sensation, emotion, and the strange electricity of being alive without digital mediation.Flesh Over CodeThe philosophical backbone of Strata 16 lies in this question: What makes a human real in a synthetic world?We're reminded that AI, no matter how advanced, does not and cannot feel. It calculates. It simulates. But it will never love, not truly. Not like Flex—our rough, bright, fiercely loyal survivor—who cared for Renyke during his most vulnerable state.Flex's touch is not data-driven. It's intimate. When he mops Renyke's brow, when he laughs with him—there is no algorithm. Only heart.The narrative holds a mirror up to the present day: as we hand more of our emotional labor to machines, what do we lose of ourselves?The Beauty of Broken PeopleFlex shines in this chapter. More than a character, he's a symbol: of resilience, of lived pain, and of unlikely goodness. Raised in a brutal world, physically imperfect by dystopian standards, and mentally sharper than any machine, he's the product of trauma and love.His coat of scraps, stitched from landfill detritus, becomes a metaphor for survival—much like the orphans and rebels who call the Zones home. His story reminds us that the most powerful kind of strength comes not from dominance, but from compassion sharpened by hardship.Waking the Human MachineRenyke's moment of reawakening—his shock at being touched, his giddy, primal joy at feeling pain—echoes with spiritual intensity. It's as though he has been reborn, raw-nerved and fully human for the first time. His laughter is not programmed; it's eruptive, contagious, and redemptive.This is a world where sensing one's own body is revolutionary. Where laughter is an act of rebellion. Where being human is the most radical identity of all.Onward to the FjordThe chapter ends with movement—literal and symbolic. The journey toward water, toward cleansing, becomes a baptism. A rebirth. With Flex as his moral guide, Renyke begins the long walk into a world where he must learn to live without the stabilisers of tech.“Engage some new senses,” Flex says. And so we do.As readers, we're invited to do the same: to shed our interfaces and step barefoot into the damp, unknown cave of self-awareness.To Be Continued...Volume 1 of Immersion continues to unfold as a tapestry of resistance, rebirth, and recognition. In Strata 16, we glimpse the humanity worth saving—and the machines that will never understand why.Join me next week as we follow Renyke and Flex into the tunnels. What lies beyond the fjord? What memories—and monsters—linger in the dark?If you'd like to discuss the ideas in this chapter or share your own experience of “waking up” in a tech-heavy world, drop a comment or tag me on socials. Let's keep the story breathing.—©2024 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA#ImmersionBook #Strata16 #AIandEmpathy #DystopianFiction #SarniaeWrites

 Turning Pages Into Portals — Discover the Sarnia de la Maré Academy of Arts Interactive Books.In a world flooded with passive content and boxed-in learning, the Sarnia de la Maré Academy of Arts is rewriting the script—literally. Our Interactive Books are not just digital texts; they are immersive, multimedia experiences that turn every page into a playground for the imagination.These books don't tell you how to learn. They invite you into the art of learning itself.What Are Interactive Books?Interactive Books from the Academy are dynamic, digital-first creations combining:Audio tutorials and music excerptsStep-by-step visual art demonstrationsEmbedded videos with real-time walkthroughsPractice tips, quizzes, and creative challengesLooping playback & slow-motion performance sectionsEditable practice journals and notation sheetsEach book is a hybrid of textbook, sketchpad, soundboard, and workshop. Designed for musicians, visual artists, and creative thinkers of all ages, these books break down barriers between disciplines—fostering a truly interdisciplinary education.Why We Made ThemSarnia de la Maré FRSA founded the Academy with a single driving belief: that art and music education should be creative, accessible, and alive.Too many textbooks reduce the beauty of learning to rote memorization and grayscale diagrams. Sarnia wanted something more tactile, more personal, more now. Our Interactive Books are created not just to teach technique, but to ignite lifelong curiosity and creativity.“These books are not content. They're catalysts.” – Sarnia de la MaréTitles and Chapters Available (and Coming Soon!) in our groundbreaking interactive multi-media formats.The Book of Immersion, Volume 1 – The first in a musical series that explores sound, story, and self-expression through original compositions, scores, and guided listening sessions. (Available April 2025)Water & Light: A Painter's Notebook – A watercolor landscape course in book form, complete with brushstroke animations and plein air video guides.String Anatomy – A deep dive into the cello, viola, and double bass, from posture to pizzicato, including Sarnia's own slow-speed perfection method.The Art of Looking – A visual journal for all artists, helping unlock observation skills with interactive drawing challenges and layered references.And yes—these books will always be available in interactive PDF format, open-access editions, and printable versions for screen-free creativity.Who Are They For?Young musicians hungry for inspirationVisual artists building foundational skillsAdult learners rediscovering their creative sparkHome educators, alternative schools, and self-directed learnersAnyone tired of sterile PDFs and lifeless textbooks Accessible, Ethical, OpenThe Academy's books reflect our core mission: to democratize arts education. We're committed to releasing as much of our work as possible under Creative Commons licenses and ensuring all paid versions are affordably priced—with scholarship editions available to anyone who asks.Because beauty belongs to everyone. So should the tools to make it.Stay Updated: New volumes, bonus content, and sneak peeks go first to our mailing list.Join here or follow our youtube channelLearn. Listen. Look again. These books aren't just read. They're experienced.Team Sarnia de la Maré Academy of ArtsInnovative Learning for a Creative Future.www.taletellerclub.comwww.iservalan.com

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You know what they say: When in Rome, do as the Romans do. But what happens when you're in Canada? Well, apparently, if you're these two British tourists, you take a perfectly good holiday and turn it into a low-budget crime spree. This week, we break down the bizarre (and incredibly avoidable) misadventures of two UK lads who decided that seeing the Rockies and eating poutine wasn't enough excitement for them. Instead, they went full GTA: Canadian Edition. What crimes did they commit? They just really bad at being criminals.All our links:https://bio.to/canboringThis podcast is hosted two idiots and created purely for entertainment purposes. By accessing this Podcast, I acknowledge that the CIB Podcast makes no warranty, guarantee, or representation as to the accuracy or sufficiency of the information featured in this Podcast. The information, opinions presented in this Podcast are for general entertainment and humor only and any reliance on the information provided in this Podcast is done at your own risk. However, if we get it badly wrong and you wish to suggest a correction, please email canadianpoliticsisboring@gmail.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Comparing Rabbath, Simandl, and Suzuki Methods for Double BassWhen learning the double bass, choosing the right method can shape a musician's technique, interpretation, and overall approach to the instrument. Three of the most influential double bass pedagogical methods—François Rabbath, Franz Simandl, and Shinichi Suzuki—offer distinct philosophies, each with its strengths and limitations.Simandl Method: The Traditional FoundationFranz Simandl's New Method for the Double Bass (published in 1874) remains a cornerstone of classical double bass pedagogy. Rooted in the Viennese school of playing, it emphasizes strict positional playing, a systematic approach to shifting, and progressive technical development.Strengths:Structured Learning: Simandl's method divides the fingerboard into positions, with most of the left-hand technique built around half position and first position, progressively expanding.Orchestral Application: It prepares bassists well for classical and orchestral playing, focusing on intonation and bow control.Comprehensive Exercises: Etudes and exercises provide a solid technical foundation for developing consistent tone and precision.Limitations:Shifting Complexity: The heavy reliance on shifting (as opposed to pivoting or extended techniques) can make rapid passages feel cumbersome.Rigid Approach: Some bassists find Simandl's method too mechanical, limiting expression and modern techniques.The Simandl method is ideal for students who want a solid classical foundation, particularly those aiming for orchestral careers.Rabbath Method: A Revolutionary ApproachFrançois Rabbath, a Syrian-born French bassist, developed a modern approach to double bass playing, challenging many traditional techniques. His method, documented in Nouvelle Technique de la Contrebasse, promotes fluidity, efficiency, and musicality.Strengths:Fewer Positions, More Freedom: Instead of the rigid positional system of Simandl, Rabbath divides the fingerboard into six broad positions, relying on pivoting and natural hand shapes for smoother transitions.Expressive Playing: Encourages musical phrasing and a natural approach to technique, making it highly suitable for soloists and contemporary bassists.Ergonomic Efficiency: Advocates for economy of motion, reducing unnecessary tension and allowing faster, more agile playing.Thumb Position Mastery: Introduces thumb position early, which helps players navigate the upper register with ease.Limitations:Difficult to Adapt for Traditionalists: Bassists trained in Simandl may find Rabbath's method disorienting at first.Soloist-Oriented: While beneficial for expressive playing, some orchestral musicians feel it lacks the same rigor in foundational orchestral technique as Simandl.Rabbath's method is ideal for bassists seeking a freer, more modern approach, especially those interested in solo repertoire, jazz, and contemporary music.Suzuki Method: An Aural Approach for Early LearnersShinichi Suzuki's method, originally developed for violinists, has been adapted for double bass and emphasizes learning by ear, early musicality, and group learning. The Suzuki method introduces bassists to music through listening, imitation, and repetition, fostering strong fundamental technique from a young age.Strengths:Early Start: Suitable for very young learners, using simplified repertoire to build intonation, rhythm, and bowing technique.Emphasis on Ear Training: Develops intonation and phrasing naturally through listening and repetition.Group Learning: Encourages ensemble playing, making it highly engaging for young musicians.Limitations:Limited Repertoire for Advanced Players: While great for beginners, Suzuki's method lacks the depth of Simandl or Rabbath for professional-level development.Less Emphasis on Reading Music Initially: Since it focuses on aural learning, students might develop reading skills later compared to traditional methods.Suzuki is an excellent method for young beginners, offering a nurturing and ear-focused introduction to the double bass.Which Method is Best?The “best” method depends on the player's goals:For Orchestral Players: Simandl provides the most structured foundation.For Soloists and Contemporary Bassists: Rabbath offers fluidity and expressiveness.For Young Beginners: Suzuki nurtures musicality and ear training in an engaging way.Many modern bassists incorporate elements from all three—using Simandl for traditional technique, Rabbath for agility and expression, and Suzuki's principles for early training and musical development.No matter which method you choose, the key to mastering the double bass lies in dedicated practice, strong fundamentals, and musical expression.

Kraig Durco is a veteran musician from Sarnia, Ontario, touring America with his band and a new set of songs for the very first time. Kraig was focused on writing and performing material with numerous bands for so long, his own solo material took a back seat. Kraig decided it was time for a change, then took a deep dive into his catalogue, decided on his favorite 10 songs, and rerecorded them all into a cohesive LP. Since the release of this self-titled debut album. Kraig and his band are excited to perform live for Red Barn Radio on their "North of Nashville Tour".

A win over Kingston earned Dale Hunter his 1000th career victory and a win over Sarnia took the London Knights to within two points of clinching a second consecutive regular season title. Kyle Grimard and Mike Stubbs hear from Dale Hunter on his latest milestone, discuss the wins over Sarnia and Kingston, look Sam Dickinson's chase of history and go over the OHL standings with two weeks to go in the regular season. They also hear from Matt and Ryan Rupert on Dale Hunter at 1000. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

With nine games remaining in the regular season Mike Stubbs and Kyle Grimard preview games against Kingston and Sarnia, hear from Jacob Julien on signing his first NHL contract with the Winnipeg Jets, talk about the latest on Cam Allen and recap London's 5-0 win over the Brantford Bulldogs. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Not many can lay claim to being inducted into both the Canadian and US Squash Halls of Fame, but Gary Waite might be the one and only. 4 Time Canadian National Champion, World #1 Hardball singles and doubles, and as high as 12 on the pro softball tour, Gary Waite's eclectic squash accolades are unparalleled. Gary takes us back to the Sarnia wolf pack that laid the groundwork, memories and rivalries throughout the years in Canada, Canada's second place finish at the 1997 World Teams, his hardball days, his vision to bring hardball doubles into the mainstream of racket sports, Harrow Squash, Jack Fairs and much more.

LD NEWSBRIEF ~ 03/03/2025 Host Andrew DeBartolo brings you a weekly summary of Canadian News from a Conservative Christian perspective. Liberty Dispatch Substack is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.   Chapters: 00:00 Opening 00:50 SalesNexus AD 01:38 BullBitcoin AD 02:29 Segment 1 - The MASSIVE "Mass-grave” Hoax 04:34 Segment 2 - A Justice Court in Drag 06:33 PLEXUS Worldwide AD 07:19 Segment 3 - US Abortionists Want to Come Kill Canadian Kids 09:22 Segment 4 - Ontario Election Promises 11:14 Conclusion 11:38 Outro Segment 1 - The MASSIVE "Mass-grave” Hoax: “After 4 Years of Searching and 0 Bodies Found, Canada Cuts Funds on Search for Unmarked Mass Graves” | Daily Wire: https://www.dailywire.com/news/after-4-years-of-searching-and-0-bodies-found-canada-cuts-funds-on-search-for-unmarked-mass-graves; Segment 2 - A Justice Court in Drag: “Drag Queen Defamation Suit” | CBC: https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/thunder-bay/drag-queen-defamation-suit-1.7465407; Segment 3 - Feds Drop ArriveCan Charges Against the Amish…Seriously, they charge the Amish: “Victory for the Amish: TDF Secures Major Win as Crown Drops All Quarantine Tickets for Sarnia, ON Amish Group” | Rebel News: https://www.rebelnews.com/victory_for_the_amish_tdf_secures_major_win_as_crown_drops_all_quarantine_tickets_for_sarnia_ont_amish_group; Segment 4 - The Supreme Court of Derangement: “Supreme Court Waves Goodbye to X” | Juno News: https://www.junonews.com/p/supreme-court-waves-goodbye-to-x?s=0; SHOW SPONSORS: Invest with Rocklinc: info@rocklinc.com or call them at 905-631-546; Diversify Your Money with Bull Bitcoin: https://mission.bullbitcoin.com/dispatch; BarterPay: https://barterpay.ca/; Barter It: https://www.barterit.ca/; Get freedom from Censorious CRMs by signing up for SalesNexus: https://www.salesnexus.com/; PLEXUS Worldwide: Reboot your health today! email them @ healthandliberty@proton.me or go to http://plexusworldwide.ca/healthandliberty; SUBSCRIBE TO OUR SHOWS/CHANNELS: LIBERTY DISPATCH PODCAST: https://libertydispatch.podbean.com; https://rumble.com/LDshow; CONTACT US: libertydispatch@pm.me STAY UP-TO-DATE ON ALL THINGS LD: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/liberty_dispatch/; Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LibertyDispatchCanada; X: @LDCanada - https://x.com/_LDCanada; Rumble: https://rumble.com/LDshow; YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@libertydispatch Please LIKE, SUBSCRIBE, RATE, & REVIEW, and SHARE it with others!

0:00 2012年英语专业四级听力 新闻10:59 2012年英语专业四级听力 新闻21:48 2012年英语专业四级听力 新闻32:50 2012年英语专业四级听力 新闻43:40 2012年英语专业四级听力 新闻54:14 2012年英语专业四级听力 新闻62012年英语专业四级听力 新闻1A huge storm that collapsed part of a cliff on Israel's central coast led to the discovery of a statue dating back to the Roman period, the Israel Antiquities Authority said Tuesday.以色列文物局周二表示，一场巨大的风暴击垮以色列中部海岸的悬崖，一尊罗马时期的雕像被发现。The white marble statue of a woman is estimated to be 2,000 years old.据估计，这尊白色大理石女性雕像有2000年的历史。It stands 1.2 meters tall, weighs about 200 kilograms and was found with no head or arms, according to a news release by the authority.据权威机构发布的消息称，它高1.2米，重约200公斤，没有头部和手臂。A person walking on the shore at Ashkelon on the west coast of Jerusalem made the discovery, the authority said.当局称，耶路撒冷西海岸阿什克伦海滩上的一名行人发现了这一雕像。The statue fell into the sea when the cliff collapsed as a result of the storm.由于暴风雨的袭击，这座雕像掉进了海里。The collapse also ruined a bath house and mosaics that had been in the cliff for many hundreds of years.倒塌也催毁了一间浴室，还有镶嵌在悬崖上数百年的马赛克。The storm, one of the strongest Israel has experienced in recent years, brought winds of more than 100 kph that sent 10-meter waves crashing into Israel's coast.这场风暴是以色列近年来遭遇的最强大的风暴之一，风速超过100公里，在以色列海岸掀起10米的海浪。2012年英语专业四级听力 新闻2Canadian police and military teams were working Tuesday afternoon to rescue about 300 people stranded after what a local official termed the most brutal storm to hit the Ontario region in 25 years.周二下午，加拿大警方和军事小组营救被困的300多人。安大略地区官员称这是25年来最猛烈的风暴。Some people had been stuck in their vehicles for more than 24 hours following blinding snow that piled up so high it made it almost impossible to open vehicle doors.由于积雪堆积，车门很难打开，一些人被困在车里超过24小时。Ontario Provincial Police initially reported about 360 vehicles and about 300 people had been stranded near Sarnia, Ontario, on Highway 402-a major thoroughfare linking the U.S.-Canada border to London, Ontario.安大略省警方最初公布，大约360辆汽车，300人被困在安大略省萨尼亚附近的402公路上，这是安大略省伦敦市通向美加边境的主要通道。Some of those people have since been rescued, but Sarnia Mayor Mike Bradley said it could be another 24 hours before everyone is taken to safety.其中一些人已经获救，但萨尼亚市长迈克·布拉德利表示，还需要24小时才能将所有人都送往安全地带。2012年英语专业四级听力 新闻3A top anti-smoking law has taken effect in Spain.西班牙出台了一项反吸烟法案。The ban, one of the strictest in Europe, outlaws smoking in all bars and restaurants.这项禁令是欧洲最严格的禁令之一，禁止在所有酒吧和餐馆吸烟。Smokers will also be prohibited on television broadcast, near hospitals or in school playgrounds.在电视广播中、医院附近或学校操场上吸烟也受到禁止。A law tightens anti-smoking restrictions introduced in 2006.该法律比2006年出台的禁烟限制条例更加严格。The anti-smoking rules introduced in 2006 outlawed smoking only in the workplace.2006年颁布的禁烟令只禁止在工作场所吸烟。It let bar and restaurant owners choose whether or not to allow it.酒吧和餐馆老板自主选择自己的经营场所是否允许吸烟。Most chose not to impose any ban.大多数人选择不实施禁令。Only large restaurants and bars were obliged to provide a smoke-free area.只有大型的餐厅和酒吧才有义务提供无烟区。Now,hotel, restaurant and bar owners have said they could face a 10% drop in trade with the new rules.现在，酒店、餐厅和酒吧老板都表示，新规定出台后，他们的营业额可能会下降10%。The industry has already seen a sharp fall in sales due to Spain's economic problems.由于西班牙的经济问题，该行业的销售额已经急剧下降。But doctors argue the new legislation will help smokers give up.但是医生们认为新法律将有助于吸烟者戒烟。2012年英语专业四级听力 新闻4Police in India have arrested a city bank employee accused of cheating clients out of millions of dollars.印度警方逮捕了一名城市银行职员，他被控诈骗客户数百万美元。Shivraj Pierry, 32, who is expected to appear in court later, told an Indian newspaper he was innocent.32岁的希夫拉杰·皮耶里，预计稍后会在法庭上露面，他告诉一家印度报纸说他是无辜的。The alleged fraud was discovered earlier this month, in a branch of the global bank,in Gurgaon, a wealthy suburb of Delhi.本月早些时候，在德里富裕的郊区古尔冈的一家全球银行分支机构，这起涉嫌欺诈的案件被发现。The bank has said investors were promised quick, high returns from a bogus financial scheme.该银行表示，有人向投资者承诺可以迅速从一个虚假的金融计划中获得高额回报。It is alleged that Mr. Pierry transferred the money into accounts controlled by three relatives.据称，皮耶里将这笔钱转入了三名亲属控制的账户。Mr. Pierry reportedly handed himself in on Thursday, a day after police said he was wanted for questioning.据报道，皮耶里周四自首。此前一天，警方称他被通缉审问。The alleged fraud came to light earlier this month when a client mentioned this scheme to a senior bank manager.本月早些时候，一名客户向一名高级银行经理提到了这一计划，这场诈骗才被发现。2012年英语专业四级听力 新闻5Some Hotmail users are reporting that their e-mails are missing from their accounts.一些Hotmail用户称账户里的电子邮件不见了。A number of people with Hotmail accounts have posted complaints on Microsoft forums complaining that their e-mails have been deleted.很多Hotmail用户在微软论坛上投诉称自己的电子邮件被删除了。Users around the world said e-mails were missing from their inbox and other folders within their Hotmail accounts.世界各地的用户都表示，他们Hotmail账户里的收件箱和其他文件夹都有电子邮件丢失A spokeswoman from Microsoft said the issue of missing e-mails was not a widespread problem.微软的一位发言人说，丢失电子邮件的问题影响范围并不大。By Sunday evening the issue was fully resolved, she said. The company apologize for any inconvenience.她说，到周日晚上这个问题已经完全解决了。公司对由此带来的不便表示歉意。2012年英语专业四级听力 新闻6The number of North Americans who went to the cinema in 2010 was around 5 percent down on the 2009 total, figures show.数据显示，北美2010年去电影院看电影的人数比2009年下降了大约5%。Box office analysts forecast 1.35 billion tickets will be sold by the end of the year,down on 1.42 billion sold in 2009.票房分析师预测，到今年年底，将售出13.5亿张门票，低于2009年的14.2亿张。It is the biggest year-on-year drop since 2005, making 2010 the second lowest attended year of the decade.这是自2005年以来最大的同比降幅，2010年也成为10年来第二低的一年。Yet,box office revenues remained about the same at 10.7 billion dollars due to increased ticket prices.然而，由于票价上涨，票房收入仍然保持在107亿美元左右。Animated movie Toy Story 3 was the highest grossing film of the year at the U.S.box office, earning nearly 450 million dollars.动画电影《玩具总动员3》是今年美国票房收入最高的电影，收入近4.5亿美元。The Pixar sequel, like the second highest grossing title Alice in Wonderland,was one of several hit movies released in 3D.皮克斯的续集，比如票房第二高的《爱丽丝梦游仙境》，是几部热门3D电影之一。It is thought the attendance figures in the U.S. and Canada will rise next year when sequels to hit comedies The Hangover and Pirates of the Caribbean are released.有人认为，美国和加拿大的观影人数明年将会上升，届时喜剧《宿醉》和《加勒比海盗》的续集将会上映。

In this episode of the RWS Clinician's Corner, we delve into the fascinating world of functional mushrooms and their clinical applications in nutrition practice with Dr. Mason Bresett, a Naturopathic Doctor and Chief Science Advisor with one of our favorite functional mushroom companies, Real Mushroom. Functional mushrooms have gained significant attention in recent years for their potential health benefits. From immune support to cognitive enhancement, these incredible fungi offer a range of possibilities for integrative health professionals - and knowing how to best leverage them in our protocols and practice is essential.    In this episode we explore:  The therapeutic properties of functional mushrooms and when/how they are best integrated into clinical practice. The latest research supporting the use of functional mushrooms for various health conditions. Practical tips and strategies for incorporating functional mushrooms into your recommendations.  The Clinician's Corner is brought to you by Restorative Wellness Solutions.  Follow us: https://www.instagram.com/restorativewellnesssolutions/    Connect with Dr. Mason Bresett: Learn more about Dr. Bresett's work: www.thehealthcreationlab.com And explore one of our favorite functional mushroom companies: www.realmushrooms.comhttps://www.instagram.com/real_mushrooms    Timestamps:  00:00 Mycology Insights and Applications 07:48 Pure Mycelium vs. Myceliated Grain 15:20 Mushrooms: Dietary Option for Fertility 17:15 Mushrooms: Boosting Gut Health Diversity 23:48 Mushroom Compounds in Cognitive Health 32:21 Oyster Mushrooms Boost Immunity 33:33 Reishi: Long-Term Allergy Relief 41:24 Tremella Mushroom: Skin Health Benefits 49:38 Mastering Gastrointestinal Healing 52:25 Mushroom Extract vs. Mycelated Grain 57:17 Cyclic Supplementation for Adaptation 01:06:32 Clinician's Corner: Join and Engage   Speaker Bio: Dr. Mason Bresett is a naturopathic doctor (ND) with a strong background in mycology and extensive experience using mushrooms in a clinical health and wellness setting. Dr. Bresett has a general family naturopathic practice in Sarnia, Ontario, Canada – The Health Creation Lab. He uses medicinal mushrooms daily to support his patients. He continues to provide a balance of historical and up-to-date medicinal mushroom research for health and wellness professionals. He is also actively engaged in multiple projects with universities, medical doctors and functional oncologists setting up research studies using medicinal mushroom extracts. Dr. Bresett is the Chief Science Advisor at Real Mushrooms. Keywords:  Restorative Wellness Clinicians Corner, functional health professionals, therapeutic uses of functional mushrooms, mycology, naturopathic doctor, Real Mushrooms, mushroom extracts, gastrointestinal healing, immune modulation, beta D glucans, triterpenes, mushroom dietary intake, adaptogens, cognitive decline, oncology research, mushroom supplementation, reishi, cordyceps, lion's mane, Tremella, Maitake, shiitake, turkey tail, beta glucan supplements, chronic infections, autoimmune conditions, digestive aid, metabolic health, nutritional studies, mushroom cultivation, mushroom bioactive compounds Disclaimer: The views expressed in the RWS Clinician's Corner series are those of the individual speakers and interviewees, and do not necessarily reflect the views of Restorative Wellness Solutions, LLC. Restorative Wellness Solutions, LLC does not specifically endorse or approve of any of the information or opinions expressed in the RWS Clinician's Corner series. The information and opinions expressed in the RW Clinician's Corner series are for educational purposes only and should not be construed as medical advice. If you have any medical concerns, please consult with a qualified healthcare professional. Restorative Wellness Solutions, LLC is not liable for any damages or injuries that may result from the use of the information or opinions expressed in the RWS Clinician's Corner series. By viewing or listening to this information, you agree to hold Restorative Wellness Solutions, LLC harmless from any and all claims, demands, and causes of action arising out of or in connection with your participation. Thank you for your understanding.   

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