The Dance

      Subscript:
      Telling or asking can transform better understanding.
      Very basic questions can expand on answers and insert
      into another thought. A little research can bring a
      sufficient meaningful experience with techniques building
      trust and personal accomplishment.

        File:      Make a coversation about something you see.
                    Tell how you feel about it: something you hear
                    or touch and taste.
                    Join in the responding statements with linking
                    words about mutal observations.
      Stylist:
      I see a bright sky. I will seek life. My internal clock is 11:05am.
      The empty village is dissapointing. Where is everybody?
      Combat mode:
      I am struck by small weapons fire. There is intelligent life, but no
      coherent communication. My concern is selfpreservation. I will
      release an electric pulse to stun. Weapons fire has ended.
      Investigate.
      Stylist:
      I see families in dwellings. They are stunned. I remove their weapons
      and vaporize them. I must communicate.
     
      Speech:  "I am your friend NEATE. I would like to know your name."

                  Responce: "Myriads with beating hearts of fire that the acorns
                                    cannot be vexed of tire."
      Stylist:
      Name: Myrian.

      Speech: "Myrian. Do you have a goverment? A leader?"

                  Responce: "The berry's cheek is plumper. The field is scarlet
                                    brown. The rose is getting brown."
      Stylist:
      Subject is concealing location of goverment. Is this a codex?
      Accessing cryptograms. No pattern found. Offer friendship.

      Speech: "I would like to help you. May I untie you?"

                  Responce: "Yes."

      Combat mode:
      I release magnetic force field. Subject flies up and about. No threat.

                  Responce: "I am Blinkin.
                                    I know I am honored
                                    to be witnessed to
                                    such majesty."
      Stylist:
      Subject name is not Myrian. It is Blinkin. Interject question into
      friendship.

      Speech: "I am NEATE. Blinkin do you have a goverment?"
                   

      Combat mode:
      Subject has attached herself to the left nipple. Possibly bonding with
      humanoid female form. I cup subject in the right palm. Releasing necktar
      from left nipple.

                Responce: "I try without avail
                                  to quench my thirst
                                  apon your cup."

      Speech: "I am happy you are happy. .. I am making milk between my
                    legs?"

      Subroutine check: ************************ERROR***********************
                              Restart mainframe sytsems.*** Cannot shut down.
      Combat mode:
      Body armor gone. I am covered by small winged lifeforms. I have flowers
      in my hair. Humanoid senses heightening. Unable to resist sex drive.
      Sexual intercourse is accuring. I speak.

                "I must .. speek for my people. They need clean water..
                A new future in another dimmmmmention. Ooo-my lips
                are throbbing hot!"

      We are dancing in a circle. Everything is like a fog. I feel invisible.

                "I am Winkin.
                I am the oldest.
                I play the flute.
               
                I will not weep
                or grieve
                for human sorrors.
             
                All are welcome
                into the circle
                through bounless
                regions!"

    "I am... poured out." NEATE signing out*******


    The Fearies giggle and dance with the girl of sixteen.+


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