Trick Or Treat

Music=
1.The Two Sides Of Monsieur Valentine
-Spoon

“Doubt is the origin of wisdom.”
Rene Descartes

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UFOtext=
I. Saint-Emilion
The Count, the Princess & Ivy listen to the First Citizen.

Slow Climb

Music=
1.Get Out The State
  -Spoon

"xx"








UFOtext=
I. The Lost City
The dragonship stood docked on the pier for 50,000 years.
"Is the dealer warranty still good?" asked Astira.
Project Dragonfly lit up in a confusing array of lights. It spoke.
"The airship has indefinite lifespan. It is silicon based, therefore it exists."
Astira looked over the aerodynamic contours- now blunted by heaps of volcanic ash. She doubted the craft airworthy.
"Press the red button to restore." said Project Dragonfly.
Astira could see a small red triangular button in the open cockpit. She pressed it.
The dragonship instantly glowed within a force field. She felt pushed away by something warm & invisible. The ash of millennia electrostatically exploded away from the craft. Astira stood dumbfounded. In a few minutes the dragonship gleamed bright as new. She now realized the Lotus of Civilization had been the First Foundation of its time. Before... annihilation.

Drag Force

Music=

1.Cruel Wind
-Night Flowers

"X22"

UFOtext=

I. The Lost City
Twilight fell & a cool draft brought a faint chill. Astira shuddered. She looked down & out over the vast cavern with its falling water; then she walked down to the pier. She felt refreshed from food & rest. She noticed the first drone waiting for her, hovering over the red dragonship. The other drones circled in their doom loops. 
"Astira- board the dragonship & we will fly you to the gate of the Bridge Path. We will guide you to the royal safe place of Princess Leizu."
"Good." said Astira.
"What is your identification?" she asked.
"I want to use friendly symbols from your brain map. It makes us more human. We are not evil. Call me Project Dragonfly."
Astira felt a menacing chill- a stray draft of the ancient humming wind.

Deep State

Music=
1. Dead Forest
   -Deep Forest 


"X22"










UFOtext=
I. The Lost Citylegacy
The ancient drones probed Astira with tentacles of their Deep State legacy. Their bulbous camera eyes focused on every square millimeter of her body surface. They studied her brain map in the four dimensions of real time. They gawked & googled & twittered.
"Astira- we will take you to the apex of Princess Leizu's royal safe place. It is forbidden to servant drones & most carbon units."
"Just do it." said Astira. She smiled wryly & stood up from her crouch behind the bright red dragonship. Her i6 glowed dull red warning her of the social presence of the drone attackers. She dropped a few pieces of bread.