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.

Red October

Music=

1. November Rain-Guns N' Roses

"Let us cultivate our garden."
-Voltaire

UFOtext=

I. Saint-Emilion
"The First Citizen proposes that Guardians of Truth should moniter & control the Media of Paris. It is for their own good he says."
The Count stirred his coffee. Cream swirled in his porcelain cup like the arms from a spiral galaxy of stars.
"But he has no jurisdiction over Paris." countered Princess Lei. She looked soberly at the Count.
"Well...not yet. But notice how the Union of Worlds under command of the First Citizen grows & grows. He is a Napoleon of the stars. Of that there is no doubt."
The Count held the hand of the Princess. How long would Paris remain free? Or even her precious Silk Path for that matter? Foreboding questions in darkened clouds loomed over the Count. He knew first hand about the capricious iron fist of authority. He affectionately released the hand of the Princess. Autumn stirred within him like turning leaves of nature's pallette. He felt barefoot upon the stones. He could feel the doubt of the Princess. She looked at the world like an unfolding adventure that she would tame to fit her youthful ideals. She knew no defeat. But the Count knew the power of the objective universe. Defeat was always possible- from the tyranny of rulers or the madness of crowds. Hail Caesar- beware the Ides of March. And so it was. It never changed. Would it ever? The Count wondered. Like Rene Descartes, he knew one thing for sure- he existed. He felt that profoundly. He reached out & held the earnest hand of the Princess. Perhaps reasoning & experience allowed room for one more person in his universe. One small victory in the microcosm. One rose in the garden.

EquinOX

Music=
1. Silvery Sometimes (Ghosts)
-Smashing  Pumpkins

"X22"




UFOtext=
I. The Lost City
"The Deep State destroyed the Lotus of the Galaxy. This was necessary for the birth of the Empire. We are programmed to follow the directives of the Elites."
Astira's earpods decrypted the ancient dialect. Their tiny quantum computers now generated a clear audible translation in galactic standard.
"Princess Leizu arrived from the stars- exiled from the Lotus of the Galaxy. The Empire & their Court of Elites now welcomed the exiled Princess. She joined the Inner Circle at the Crescent Lake. Soon thereafter a revolt occurred & she vanished without a trace- until now."
"Yes" said Astira, "until now."
Q-Anon 1ZB she thought. Her life hung by that one thread. Quantum computers didn't help when allowed only one guess for a secret key.

Shadowban

Music=
1. Square 1
  -Coldplay

"All warfare is deception."
-Sun Tzu








UFOtext=
I. The Lost City
Astira spoke carefully:
"Q-Anon 1ZB"
She paused. 1 zettabyte. All the lost info of the ancient shadow planet. Vivienne's key from Joshua.
The drone hovered & hovered. Finally it spoke.
"Astira. Welcome to the gates of Heaven's Seventh Empire. Take us to Princess Leizu."
The drone moved in close to the dragonship & opened its wings in a welcoming gesture. Astira stared in fascination at the flying machine- a birdlike cyber insect.
"Princess Leizu is on another planet. She sent me here."
Astira carefully lowered her laser pistol. She gazed into the eyes of the artificial intelligence.
"Excellent. How may we assist the emissary of the Princess?"
Astira worked to contain her excitement. 
"Take me to the royal chambers on the highland. Then show me a passage to the Crescent Lake."