REESE Let's get off the road. 182 INT./EXT. DRAINAGE CULVERT - NIGHT 182 ANGLE LOOKING OUT from the mouth of an enclosed concrete storm drain that passes under the road. Midway twixt this culvert, is a utility vault door leading to bowels unknown. Reese, ignores it, followed by Sarah, trudges down the slope and ducks inside, the two sit across from it, The floor is wet but he doesn't seem to mind. They both hunker down with their backs to the concrete, facing each other. They look beaten, grimy, exhausted. She huddles under the blanket, waif-like. Suddenly, a little after three minutes later, they here an upbeat rythym `code knock' from inside the vault door. Flabergasted hearing this, looking at one another, Reese shakes his head, grimaced in a rictus of a head pistoning up and down with a `WTF' scowl. Sarah exclaims, How far down this rabbit hole do we want to go Reese?! (current-time-string) "Mon Jan 8 21:22:02 2018"
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OCS-14101 20DEC17
RE: PICU ASSUMPTIONS
AGENDA: BALKANS BRG-BLUE VS RED VS GOLD PROTOCOL ATTACKS
ET AL EHAO
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KATTACK Game 1: Gold contacts fume, sells 01e to fume.
Intrinsic >> BC(none) possible
PICU $\Psi$:
a canonized minimal representation
evolving weights per ops, per atoms.
eg CORDIC cycles per op.
variable and bounded $\Psi$.
hipsi's > x are finite.
Where hipsi(High Psi) are shortest str to transmit.
Beyond Significance Definition
$T_{B}$, ..., 01e Operational Calculus, ...to general algorism
(current-time-string) "Wed Feb 7 01:13:59 2018"
2*pi^10/(9*e^12) 0.347573 7041 191686249944318812
1*pi^4/(11*e^12) 3.2577092 7041 8815392232577393
1*pi^4/(12*e^12) 0.00013557479105830915610013 7041 4
2*pi^1/(5*e^12) 0.00846715391 7041 718692418127206
2*pi^3/(5*e^12) 0.61748464676599 7041 6750954907
2*pi^4/(7*e^12) 1.385632307131817 7041 88066869
2*pi^10/(9*e^12) 0.347573 7041 191686249944318812
3*pi^0/(2*e^12) 0.001367822948331774312004 7041 27
3*pi^6/(7*e^12) 7.54648170045284515878260 7041
3*pi^10/(1*e^12) 34.6712615763 7041 261796330462
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``For what affections those qualities transcendental
and symtomes the mirifici have become in their first
mitosis and generations, the same must the needes retain
and keep afterwards for the teethings of their constant
quick. Their generation be so induced with this initial
affection, and this law so prescribed unto them, that
they be so equally holomorphic, therefore this mirifici
of their evolving consonant qualities be throughout
so equally holotropic.''(438)
1915 Ononmatodoxology Tercentary
Joost Burgi: "Chandler e Quille Ouvre Lettre"
An Appreciation of Murchison Castle, Edinburgh
cc:
OCS Charterhouse Marianburg, Bayerisch, e Friesland, Olanda
original latin at SOM Metorea e St Hilarion Mt Athos
PARROT: SQUAIUWUCK!
SPOCK:
[mimic, impression of WERNER HERZOG's whispy or DAVID ATTENBOROUGH's
whispering viewing New Guinea's Birds of Paradise]
"..gracefully just so.. the difference being, to `flake' ..uncoil
cable slowly rocking on one's heels with synchronized `spiro-gyro'
denouement.. an exquisite smoothie, an.. easing.. `an easement' ..much
more satisfying.. then listening to you two."
PEW: Hey Spock, ..read that already in Robert Stack's "How to Make a
Three Foot Stool" -coauthored by Roger Moore.. so how-bout moving
along and "fascinate" this: Human coders are afraid they'll break pi's
user interface -- but they're never afraid to remove their cuff-links,
and with all the good gawdamned time in the world-slowly roll up their
sleeves.. ..and with the great thing about a fundamental constant, is
you can break other things, and see how they tick.. so, they can
break your face.
SPOCK: Fascinating.. Hilarious. I just love it ..have to write that
down.. got a pen?
CUT TO:
EXT. SEATTLE AIRPORT, RUNWAY -- DAY
BOEING wheels screeching...
Nicholas' jet touches down tarmac, SEA/TAC Airport. Weather
terrible, driving rain, Seattle cold, and do you understand
miserably wet?
EXT. SEATTLE AIRPORT, LOADING ZONE -- DAY
Nicholas follows a CHAUFFEUR. The chauffeur opens a 2017 Daimler
Benz Maybach 625DL($438,000.00 w/ Trucoat(tm), Coritnthian
Leather(tm)) LIMO door, closing it with a staid leavened solidity
promising the extra armored security and safety, for the most
demanding patrons of bilionairism's seriousy adult needs.
Several pressed SHIRTS hang waiting, with one AFTER HOURS(tm)
mint and one rose in glass Baccarat Iris Flute(tm) affixed to
diamond tufted roof support. (TTL fare $687.55, includes
shirts. This is water off the back of a duck personal liquid
wealth, $1,448 Million free and clear beyond expenses/mandates
1997, Today 3.64 Billion)
EXT. VAN BAER/GRANT BUILDING -- DAY
Uve, Gaear Aarndt, Fagelein - VAN BAER paterfamilias' conclave,
1830's Indonesia Dutch East Indies Import/Export,
Ancestors: brutally cruel Dutch congo slave trade
Bordello, Casino Burlesque
Copra
Marine bronze foundary
Olland Amerika(SOLD)
Viet Nam US surplus export,
TODAY
other family line success inport/export Sino Shenzen vast
electronics mart.
`Coutre-feit, LLC' Fake, counterfeit Swiss Watch Dealer/Broker,
Shenzen and Hong Kong
Old German/Dutch/Polish extended family globally distributed in
book publishing, mining, dry bulk freight brokerage, copra, coca,
increasingly Chinese import/export.
In the failing rump shadow of the Baer/Grant Publishing offices,
the limousine idles. Downtown Seattle, cold grey, and wet. Three
blocks west, four blocks north, is th notorious 1st and Pike
`Show Street' intersection, bullseye seedy center of Seattle's
raw agressively closeted turbulent Combat Zone, organized crime
shake downs, insurance racket, corrupt precinct beat cops -no
busking musicians here, multiple porn shops strip clubs crack
addicted female skeletons, explicit Apple Theater(tm) marquee
reads LIVE SEX FILM EMPORIUM, vertically, the front of the
marquee rising from the 2nd to the top of the 3rd floor, cold
rain buses grinding- savaged rudderless addicts outside as well
as inside, street walkers, shitheel's world of iconic miserable
fucking shithole proclaiming sordid criminal depression's only
entrance/exit is back to redundant concertina razor wire coiled
gate to Washington State's corrupt CCA Prison's slave industrial
labor compounds `Wally's World' Walla Walla festering worked
state owned slaves' hell hole.
INT.
VAN BAER/GRANT/(VAN ORTEN) GROUP, LLC
VAN BAER/GRANT PUBLISHING(tired, existing only on tepid fumes),
Once NYC, San Francisco, Chicago, Seattle Today, Only this
residual Seattle single floor distressed office remains,
Nicholas in New York, has been seeking a buy out interest for
another to hold this bag -of all his horrible Albatross Van Baer
assets for decades, dwindling bounces left in this old
snaggly-tooth snaggly-puss. a particularly sad, slow-cloying
descent of now a gerontology half-way house of oldster pensioned
employees on walkers, oxygen, and worse, too painful to witness
let anlone engage with, huge horrible molting bird carcass
around his neck. Nicholas hates Seattle.
Distressed building-2nd floor, only now, multiple belt-tightening
reductions, and moved into old `greasy' Shorey's Bookstor Bldg,
then reduced again and moved to 4th/Pike, above a disgusting and
lurid `ADULT EMPORIUM' -the once `storied' Shorey's Annex, now
some half-century long gone.
ALAN VAN BAER'S SEATTLE OFFICE -- DAY
Meet ALAN VAN BAER, elderly CEO of family dynasty's
book-publishing business, phony blue-blood practiced affection
like a D-List TV Soap-opera actor, (a past genealogical distant
and shamed guilt-riven-ed and criminally exhiled Dutch slavers
buying an aristocratic knighthood) generations congenitally
soured by sharp practices, at his desk facing Nicholas. Behind
Alan, Nicholas sees `fin-de-siecle(at least mid-19th century old)
bone-colored peeling paint walls framing hard cold rain audibly
pounding floor to ceiling vintage embedded wire hex mesh --old
tech poured thick, wavy-- glass windows, with an inviting and
intriguing set of dust-layer caked flat-black patina-ed Dutch
East Indies/Bali Shadow Puppets susppended facing one another
over Alan Baer's head, appear to have been hanging there many
many decades. At the cracked bone-white window's paint-chip
layered sill/fensterbonk, we notice a modest collection of quite
old very well-crafted detailed intricacy and rare
dust-covered(forgotten) exceptional quality bronze dragon opium
pipes, and assorted related asian sundry msterious metal boxes,
oriental paraphernalia.
ALAN VAN BAER
All these years... the first time
ever you step foot in these offices,
it's to ask me to step down?
Nicholas now stands by sun-bleached faded, tatty, dog-eared, and tired
CHILDREN'S TEXT BOOK mock-ups. "Math- Magic." "Wonder-Words."
They're "Little Baer Books." This is a sad fetid tired line, today's
children avoid them if possible: "They're icky".
NICHOLAS
You promised you'd meet projections,
Alan. A dollar sixty per share you
said. So, I don't think this is so
surprising a visit.
ALAN VAN BAER
Projections were far too optimistic.
NICHOLAS
Admittedly...
ALAN VAN BAER
Our E.P.S. was one fifty last
quarter. We're up eight cents per
share.
NICHOLAS
But, the expectation was ten. And,
in this case, expectation is
everything.
ALAN VAN BAER
Will you really hold me to it over
pennies?
NICHOLAS
My stock's falling. Isn't yours?
Those pennies are costing me
tens of millions.
ALAN VAN BAER
The stock will turn.
NICHOLAS
It probably will. In fact, I'd go so
far as to say it almost certainly
will, in time. Why should I settle
for that?
ALAN VAN BAER
Because it's fair. Give me next
quarter. If you still feel this way,
vote your shares...
NICHOLAS
You're talking tomorrow. Today is
what counts.
ALAN VAN BAER
You intractable son-of-a-bitch. If
your father could see you now...
NICHOLAS
What?!
ALAN VAN BAER
Your father was a friend. Goddamn
it... I watched you grow up. How do
you end up treating me like this?
This swings Nicholas into a new mode: acutely-focused anger.
(NOTE: Michael Douglas playing the part of Nicholas Van Orton, is
in real life a publicly admitted clinical sex addict(PC
euphanism for a sodomite) suffers the consequential severe
limbic distemperate rage and half-hooded eyelids --the
sodomite's `mark'-- the definitive signature of this sickness,
societal taboo for historically recurrent proven reasons)
NICHOLAS
It is so very inappropriate for you
to mention my father. Or, did you
think this, between us, was
friendship? Just because you went
fishing with my father, I should sit
on my hands while you throw my money
away?
ALAN VAN BAER
Now, look...
NICHOLAS
(holds up his hand)
I'll be done in a minute. You
misspoke before.
(gesturing with forefinger waving horizonally with
that staid indifferent slower carelessness of a long
practiced and experienced CEO)
You're not "stepping down." I'm taking you out at
the knees. The whole point is to prove that
you're not deciding anything anymore. I'm firing
you. Action's taken. Confidence restored. Stock
goes up. I pump and dump..(not to be confused with
a `dump and pump'!).. I sell my shares.
ALAN VAN BAER
There is no Baer/Grant Publishing
without Alan Baer.
NICHOLAS
Remember Daniel Grant? Do
they say, "without Daniel Grant, there is no
Baer/Grant Publishing?" He's gone sailing, Alan.
He's out there enjoying his golden years, probably
wondering where the fuck you are, what the fuck
are you still doing at the ol' miserable fucking
dead albatross.
At Alan's desk, Nicholas clears a space for his briefcase.
NICHOLAS
I will be blunt. You made a promise. You failed.
NICHOLAS (COND)
The severance I'm offering is more
than equitable. Valid tonight only.
(looks at the Cartier solid gold Tank watch
with Carbochon deep blue coral jewelled crown)
For one hour.
Nicholas takes a foul CRS advert BIC(tm) ball point pen from a messy
inked Zip-Lock(tm) bag, lays it on the blotter.
NICHOLAS
I'll step outside, have a walk around the block,
take in the sites, grab a bite to eat. .so you'll
have all the relaxed privacy you need to read and
sign it.
He tries to unlatch his briefcase clasp. It's stuck.
ALAN VAN BAER
I could fight you on this.
NICHOLAS
You could. But, if I leave without your
signature, this complex agreement begins to
automatically disintegrate; benefits shrink,
options narrow, compensations shrivel. Simply have
a look at it, and think you will be pleased.
Nicholas works on the briefcase the whole time, distraction
growing as it becomes a true struggle.
NICHOLAS
So... it is in your best interest...
to sign presently.
Nicholas sits, pulling the latch, trying to see what's
jammed. It refuses to open. Nicholas stares at it,
frustrated, then... an odd realization...
He takes his keys out, finds the C.R.S. KEY, tries it, ahh!
It doesn't fit. It was like ..meant for this lock, but bothched
somehow?!.. Alan Baer watches, WTF wondering.
Forgetting himself, apoplectic Nicholas grabs up the briefcase,
pulling, grunting, desperate, striking it with his palm.
Nicholas straightens, upstart practice and experienced
schizoidal... composed.
NICHOLAS
Well... as luck would have it, you've
just gotten a reprieve, I'm sure
you'll come around to my way of
thinking.
(picks up briefcase)
I have a plane to catch. My
attorneys will contact you.
Nicholas exits. Alan Baer doesn't know quite what to think.
CUT TO:
EXT. SEATTLE AIRPORT TERMINAL -- DAY
On the sidewalk, apoplectic Nicholas violently bashes his
briefcase over and over again against a fire hydrant, aiming
for that hex head bolt atop dead center, seeking a
non-rounded surface to afford an edge to penetrate. To
penetrate deeply. To do serious damage. This is murderous
anger, criminal violent endangerment of the addicted raging
sodomite.
NICHOLAS
(shows us finally, his true colors)
#$%$#@!@ Gawdamned Kochsucker fucking cunt shitty cuntie fuck
fuck fucker %$#$%^&! butt fuckie cunty dick cck ass...%$$#@
EXT. SAN FRANCISCO AIRPORT, RUNWAY -- SUNSET
Nicholas' jet touches down.
INT. CAMPTON PLACE RESTAURANT -- NIGHT
Nicholas sits staring. His embarrassingly battered briefcase --a
signature artifact of a seriously sex addicted derangement
inducing a violently troubled individual-- is near. He checks on
his other wrist a vintage solid gold Franscoix Paul Journe
Tourbillion watch, impatient, flags down a WAITER...
NICHOLAS
Is there a message up front from a
Conrad Van Orton...or, Seymour Butts?
(current-time-string) "Fri Jan 19 11:49:32 2018"
(1+pi/e)*(pi/e)+oo = 3.06864 87217
(1+pi/e)^(pi/e)+oo = 3.006864 53812
. . . . . .
e^pi+4*pi^9/e^8 = 63.140 0478239
* * * * * *
pi^oo+e^oo-oo = 3.140 1123865
* * * * * *
e^pi+3*pi^9/e^8 = 53.140 2090261
e^pi+2*pi^9/e^8 = 43.140 3702283
e^pi+1*pi^9/e^8 = 33.140 5314305
e^pi+0*pi^9/e^8 = 23.140 6926327
e^pi-1*pi^9/e^8 = 13.140 8538349
e^pi-2*pi^9/e^8 = 3.141 0150371
. . . . . .
(1+pi/e)*(pi/e) = 2.4 9143305
(1+pi/e)^(pi/e) = 2.4 2964887
. . . . . .
(e+e/oo)^(e/oo) = 12620.660001
(e+pi/oo)^2*pi^9/e^8 = 666.00012222
(pi^9+e^8)/(pi^9-e^8) = 1.22222
(current-time-string) "Sun Dec 31 15:58:44 2017"
"We're going to be hunted and killed because we won't buy on credit
and we won't go into debt."
-Priss- PLEASURE UNIT REPLICANT.SN65.358979.3234.SER.T785.
Bladerunner sanctioned termination by Decker
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WILSON'S RUINS
BLOOMINGTON, ILL
20GA18
_______________
Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make a $\pi$\
revolution inevitable.
-- (collapsed Jugoslav) proverb;
"Tell the truth and run."
unix fortune "Fri Jun 17 19:10:35 1998"
"Take no harbor near the highway."
-Pseira proverb
"It was one time too many
One mute to reason too few
It was all too much for me and you
It was time to go
Nothing more we could do
One breach too many
For we surviving few"
-- Systemic Greed's Hyperinflation Of the US Dollar
Sentinels, kalaxons are shrieking, gentlemen.
We are under attack.
Pseira? You want to put a lid on that.
Accounting has observed a New Scientist Special Edition
was $19.99 on cover, and a Time's Special Edition $17.99, same, at T&C.
Cyrus Harding all chattell, scrape your hull, clean you deck,
Fasten your chin straps people, lock and load, and lock your hatches.
..keep the ehao afloat.
(current-time-string) "Sat Jan 20 10:58:01 2018"
(e/pi)^(s2-1)-(e/3)^(1/z2) = 0.00000000118
(e/pi)^(s2-1)*(3/e)^(1/z2) = 1.00000000125
(e/pi)^(2-s2)-(e/3)^(s2/z2) = 0.00000000163
(e/pi)^(2-s2)*(3/e)^(s2/z2) = 1.00000000177
. . . . . .
(e/pi)^(s3*3) - s2/3 = 0.0000007136
(e/pi)^(s3*3) / s2/3 = 0.1111111279
(e/pi)^(s3*3) * s2/3 = 0.2222222558
(e/pi)^(s3*3) * s2/2 = 0.3333333837
. . . . . .
3/s2 - (pi/e)^(s3*3) = 0.000000321
3/s2 / (pi/e)^(s3*3) = 1.000000151
3/s2 * (pi/e)^(s3*3) = 4.499999318
3/s2 ^ (pi/e)^(s3*3) = 4.929880514
\subsec{$\dpi$'s Diadacti - Her Chosen Students}
"He was a modest, good-humored boy. It was Oxford that made him
an insufferable ass."
% On academia (current-time-string) "Venerdi Augosto 14 04:47:44 2009"
Knowing pi tilts pi's opinion that the world should go on.
(current-time-string) "Wed Feb 7 02:23:29 2018"
-C Walken: Man On Pi -(Artisan 2003 IMBD)
JUAREZ Revision 3/19/1998 130
WALKEN
(Alarmed -seriously displaced- involuntarily swallows:)
"A man can be an artist,
of food, anything, whatever.
It depends on how good he is at it.
Creasy's art is $\dpi$, you know,
the math constant, 3.1415 dot-dot yada-yada.
He's about to paint his masterpiece."
"That's all I have to say."
CREASY
"Happiness and love is between them and $\dpi$.
My business is to arrange a meeting."
It's off to your next $\dpi$\ class my friend. I guarantee you, you
won't be lonely."
(current-time-string) "Tue Feb 6 16:52:43 2018"