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Chapter: First Contact
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First contact, ouch!
First contact, ouch!
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I still get the vibe that they are like “The Rake,” a folklore creation
from accounts from people that seen them, here’s a short explaining it:
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/iz-wtSiMqWo
I put them right up there with Bigfoot personally…
They seem friendly, but the implants should help if they are not.
Nice little kiss-up, “smells better than home,” which I have my doubts.
Simplistic drop-pod, I hope it’s armored. But it’s looking like this is going
to end badly if that flyer can’t dodge it. It’ll be a good excuse to attack
if any. I just wonder if they would back down if they knew there was their
own kind on board. Like when the core tried to attack Catia.
*on board the ships*
Things are getting rough with my father, just last week he woke me at 2am thinking
he had to get ready for a show, Up until 13 years ago he was taking part in an
opera troop at the local collage, he had to quit after the heart valve replacement.
But he woke me up, shirtless, demanding to know where the “guys” were and it was
time for him to go to the show. It took 20 minutes to convince him that not only was
it a memory, but he needed to go back to bed. He doesn’t know time at all anymore,
what the year, month, day of the week, any of it. Times like this, I know it’s dark,
but I almost wish he had died, it’shard seeing the body but knowing he’s not there
anymore. I’ll keep up taking care of him, I can’t do anything else,
I just hate seeing him suffer like this.
That is one of the hardest caretaker situations that I can imagine.
I saw it happen with my parents and others but I was not the caretaker.
I don’t know if it means anything to you,
but I will be praying for you for your strength.
Thanks, I spend my nights distracting myself from
the stress. I start counseling in 2 weeks for it.
They are worried about me too.
My Dad’s Mother passed from complications of dementia. In the last
couple of years the only way She knew me was because she still
remembered my Dad (her 2nd born and eldest surviving) and I could
tell her that I was his firstborn. Alzheimer’s (and other forms of senile
dementia is a terrible way to go!) If we are the sum total of our
experiences, then when dementia strips of our memories, it in effect
strips away who we are, layer by layer. My Dad’s sisters took care of
Grandma in her waning years. After a while she lost memory of all
her (6) children. My Aunts had to be careful not to mention my
Grandpa around her. Early on she lost the memory of my Grandpa’s
passing in ’80. If my aunts weren’t careful she would end up grieving
my Grandpa’s passing all over. It hurt to see her in that state.
My Grandma Mullins was one of the sweetest people you could ever meet.
She was still that sweet even after she lost the memory of my Grandpa.
He’s been like that for 2 years now, the only reason he knows me is he sees
me and my wife daily. He actually was excited today, I finally cornered my
son into helping me switch out my father’s toilet. That doesn’t sound like much,
but you have to understand, he NEVER cleaned it after my mother’s passing.
It’s been 9 years. Between the filth and the fact only six of the jets still worked,
even after I shocked the tank and the water ways inside. First thing he did when
it was done was take a dump LOL! Now I just got to see my doctor, he had used
insulin needles everywhere and I got got by one that didn’t have the cap… I
told him strongly that from now on, I didn’t care if it panicked him,
I WAS going to clean his room!!! Gads…
C’mon…. You did too 😉
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/1MFcIt_y5A0