Skip to main content

Not The Droids You're Looking For

I don't know how much time I have.

I can't really go in to too many details here. This thing has already turned my life upside down and if they manage to find me--it won't be turned upside down, it will be over.

I've been hacking various blogs..trying to get the word out. I don't really know how many people read this A.T. guy, but hopefully someone will remember this post when this shit really goes south.

I'm taking a big risk with this, but the worst that will happen is they knock on this shlub's door and find out they've got the wrong guy. By that time I'll be long gone.

Nano Flush. You may not know about it yet. But you will. Unfortunately, it will be too late.

Forget science fiction. Nano-technology exists. Hive-mind programming exists. And there are far more nefarious entities than the government out there. Using the American public as a massive test bed for experimentation.

There was a movement by aging hippies urging everyone to "Kill Your Television." Sadly, they weren't too far off.

Back to Nano Flush. I haven't got much time on here before they trace my proxy route back.

Here's the thing. Avoid ANY urinal or public bathroom with an electronic scent dispenser that is moisture activated. It will look like a dish strainer in the urinal with a blinking LED. Red while you are urinating on it, Green when the "scent" has been released.

Only it isn't the scent. The time that it takes the LED to turn from Red to Green is the amount of time it takes 100 nano-bots to traverse up the stream of urine, back in through the urethra and in to the blood stream of the subject. The kinetic model of these nano-bots were based on salmon spawning.

Yes. I know it sounds far-fetched, but believe me--if someone told you 20 years ago that a generation would walk this earth that would never be able to get lost again, you wouldn't have believed that either.

The division I worked in conceived the nano-bots as a means of delivering vaccines in third world countries. But we were quickly dismantled as soon as we proved it could work.

I really don't have much time left. Already the power is starting to glitch in this coffee shop. A sure sign that they are trying to narrow the search grid.

If I get a chance to upload the schematics before they shut me--

shit.

They're here. I have to go.  Please...don't believe the press. Stay away from Nano Flush.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

-Jonas Harman


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Marriage Material??

I had a friend call me today, fuming. I consider myself a good listener on most days. Considering that I was out of town on a work trip and doing absolutely nothing in my hotel room, my listening game was on-point.

She recounted the exchange that sent her off. I will spare you some of the more personal details, but the gist was, at one point, the dude-bro she was talking to flat out told her that she wasn’t marriage material.

Torn between wanting to be a supportive friend and being completely gobsmacked, I felt her frustration. No. That’s not quite right. I didn’t feel the same frustration she felt. I’m approaching what some consider middle age. I’m white. I’m primarily interested in women. Oh, and I have a penis. So...no, I can never truly feel the same frustration she was feeling. Or an anger that comes from the same place her anger came from. No matter how in touch I am witn my feminine side (whatever the fuck that actually means).

Instead, the frustration and anger I was feeling w…

Out of Sorts

Not sure what my deal is today. I got up this morning to go for a walk and it was spitting rain, but no biggie. My thriftstore Nikes were kind of hurting my feet, so that didn't help. But it felt good to go for the walk (other than the hurting feet). And it's all going well...and then I get into work and just turn into PMS-Man.  I don't know what my deal is. I just feel bitchy this morning and I'm not sure why. So..um. Yeah. That's all I got.

Post Con-Fusion

It's 5:40 AM on a Wednesday. I have been up for an hour. I have an outline for a work in progress that I intended to work on this morning. I was in the middle of a chapter that I started at lunch and had every intention of continuing this morning. But, much like me, it seems the characters wanted to sleep in today. They wanted to just hunker under the covers as the rain danced its hypnotic melody on my roof. The swoosh swoosh swoosh of the ceiling fan keeping time with the rest of the nocturnal orchestra.

So, I shifted gears. I am taking  a course on getting more words on the page. Something that I want to do need to do if I am to get all of these books that are floating around in my head out in to the world. It's not so much that I think the whole world will love and adore them, although I certainly hope that is the case. No, it's more the fact that it's getting crowded up there. I need to get these words on the page for my own sanity as much as anything else.

Sanity,…