Sunday, September 27, 2015

Tin Universe Middle Grade Series #3

Written by Brian C. Williams
Edited by Tina Caceres

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Sunday, September 20, 2015

Tin Universe Daily #222

Tin Universe Daily #222

Operation Play The Jaz Of New Wounds: Part 1

The Maydex computer was one of the most advanced pieces of technology in all of the British Empire.
I say “was” not just trying to get my tenses right.
I think that was simple past?
The “was” was also to push a point that no technology is beyond future advancements.
The Maydex computer was built to help detect any sort of Beyond Human activity come from anywhere close outside British borders. It’s meant as an early warning system.
You know what Maydex can’t do?
A Maydex computer can’t predict a Jaz Brooks.
Jaz Brooks sat in a chair scratching her forehead ,bringing blood and ripping the skin.
If she kept this up her forehead might end up looking like Dusty Rhodes.
RIP The American Dream.
Jaz was sitting on a chair, and the chair she was sitting on was an old wooden rocker that had been placed on the porch of a rundown house.
Jaz was about 5’10 and looked like a normal 20 something. She was a young lady in the generation of fast food and crazed diets. She had a figure but was also shaped like someone who worked out on a regular basis.
Basically as a friend of mine use to say “She has a bit of cornbread about her.”
Continuing on my unwarranted discussion of her appearance Jaz was wearing a wife beater shirt and if she was bigger chested she would have been showing them to the world but without a bra they stay hidden.
Her fashion was a pair of jeans that were black but with splatters of yellow paint on them and she was barefoot except for barbwire wrapped around her right foot.
The barbwire had pierced and ripped open wounds that dripped blood creating a blood puddle on the porch.

The Maydex didn’t pick up her until the first drop hit the porch of the old house.

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Tin Universe Daily #221

Tin Universe Daily #221


Operation Babel Fishing: Part 2

An M.B.H.T. device, otherwise known as a Music Box Hack Tool is a small crank wrist device that moves in appearance very much like the interworking’s of a small music box. In fact the function of a M.B.H.T. device is to detect one thing on purpose and that is to detect unsafe open Wi-Fi and computer systems, but it also detects any sort of one way or two way listening devices nearby.
He likes to make people think he’s a cosmic maker, tinker of thrown away pieces, a manipulator of things to work a way not originally meant. Part of him wants people to believe he is part of some interdimensional DIY culture that creates technological tips to doing things on their own.
He’s had his run ins with more than a few Hacker Scales, been hunted by groups of CNC Assassins across sterile lands, and he even got involved in the family feud between the Woodworked Bots and the Metalworked bots that left a big scar on one of his legs that will not heal.
He did create his M.B.H.T. device and considered it part of his “learning through doing” philosophy. This way of thinking is why he had walked this day to where he was.
Serenity had been sitting in an office for 6 hours playing with his gadget, an office only a few people had set foot one in. He was sitting relaxed like it was a place he was all so familiar with and had no worries about having his feet up on the old oak table. His old WWII Army boots were a sight set against the nice wood finish and the brass and gold decorating its surface.
The room was stark in decorations but with things here and there to make points about its usual dweller. There was a Baby Hand Of Fate in a glass box on a lone shelf hanging on the wall behind the desk chair. Also one side of the office hung a poster from the 1990 movie Hidden Agenda, and on the other side a picture of his boss.
No, not him.
Not her either.
Or him.
Robert Gilligan, codenamed Spotlight, the head of Viking Section, a secret arm, for the most part, sort of, of the Security Service of the British Empire, this important man walked into his office with a little cackle seeing that Serenity had made himself comfortable.
He had received a letter a few months ago from Serenity saying he wanted to stop by and talk about business.
‘Making yourself at home?’
Serenity sat up straight smiling, ‘You know me. I’m always where I want to be and where I need to be and where that is is home.’
‘You have always been a confusing man to talk to Serenity.’
‘My dear man, with any way of communication it’s all about how you listen.’
Spotlight sat down at his desk, ‘So what did you want to see me about? Oh, and thanks for the help with the Peacock Katana operation.’
‘Always glade to help. And I would be more than happy to continue to help.’
‘Are you asking to join Viking Section? After I asked. No after I begged you to be the field leader, now you are ready to join up?’
‘I’m offering out of the kindness of my heart to help out a friend.’
‘Yea, right, I’m buying that.’
‘Would you want to take up and use my talents? That’s what I’m asking.’
‘You’ll have to answer to Gator. He’s a good man and I’m not demoting him. Even for you.’
‘All good with me my old friend.’

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