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Three:

Like the breaking of a fever, the thing called time - fractures, cools, ebbs away, a wave in retreat. There is debris left behind all the flotsam and jetsam washed up. There are husks of butterflies everywhere; dropping like leaves from the edges of windows, from the fronds and trellises of bush and plant, from the walls and the trees. They crunch under foot.

“Ugh,” the girl exclaims twisting her foot to peer disgustedly at the sole of her boot, “disgusting!”

She looks up again and at the old man. “What is it?” she asks with an exaggerated wrinkle of her nose.

The man waits, toying with a broken I.D. disc – one of the objects found in his evidence searches, of itself just a small piece of twisted metal, the old man has decided to give some meaning to the object, to the name stamped on it – Lee Chuang.

The girl blinks and asks slowly. “Who – are – you?”

It could go on forever like that.  

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Today I am uniquely awake, I look out across creation and it is good.



The girl is losing temporal balance, slipping into the past, the various pasts, moments crashing into her like waves, drawing her in, the undertow dragging her further and further.

The old man is rounding a corner when she approaches him, unexpectedly and out of nowhere. She stands firmly despite her awkward boots and tells him. “I've come to collect my library book.”

The old man waits. The girl falters. “No, I mean I'm here to collect my... I -...”
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Islands


There's a scraping, he is, a scraping away, I can hear it, I can see him, scraping. He thinks, I have never been so awake. I have never been so aware. The pale girl is staring at him as he scrapes at his plate with the blunted cutlery. She says, “I think something bad happened here.” But it doesn't feel that way to him, it can't do, must not do - this sensation, this miracle awakening. That's all he has to hold onto.

That's in the kitchen, if it is a kitchen. Somewhere else there is a garden of sorts,, a neglected scrub of green at least, and there are cliffs, a wide lake. Sitting by the edge she says the same thing again.


No,” says the old man. “I don't know about that...”

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six: of Elephants and Endings.


And there was darkness, and the darkness was troubled.
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five: Alice's adventures underground and in the air

 Falling into an aeroplane should not take a long time, or so Alice supposed,
and yet here she was floating through the darkness at a rate that could only be described as slow.
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four: Alice’s Adventures on the Island – and what she found there.

 “Curiouser and Curiouser,” said Alice as she and the Baron walked slowly through the teaming undergrowth of the island. “I mean – it seems to me that a moment ago it was night time, but now we seem to be in the middle of the day.”

The Baron huffed impatiently. “People are always in the middle of something, everybody knows that.”

“Not everybody,” Alice scowled, “because clearly I didn’t know that.”
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four:

once upon a time there was a girl and a ship and once upon a time
a girl in the water.

But when you float, everything is far away.

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three:

My brother has marble eyes. He never blinks.

i say to him, with my mind, i tell him everything so he will know it’s me and that i’m here, and that they have me in chains but when they were wheeling me in to this place, wheeling me down the long dark passages, i saw something.

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two:

"What is that, like, a mantra or something?"

Listening down.

Whispers.

"Leachers, Seeders, Feeders, Breeders.” Just whispers, repeating.

“Maybe he’s crazed.”  and the other voices...

“Maybe you hit him too hard.” are louder.
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"Woah - hold up!"

i said, panting slightly and resting my hands on my knees. That's what they tell you, right?
If you're dizzy, feel faint, bend low and breathe slow, it's the truth i know - i remember it from... somewhere.

The wind is barely touching the sand.
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one:

"Woah - hold up!"

i said, panting slightly and resting my hands on my knees. That's what they tell you, right?
If you're dizzy, feel faint, bend low and breathe slow, it's the truth i know - i remember it from... somewhere.

The wind is barely touching the sand.
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Three
: men. maps and metal

Walking away from the hut of the fast-fingered old woman, I could see the Captain tending to the last of some cargo as it was hauled up from the dock on a treacherous looking pulley; the captain nodded to me and then raised his eyebrows at the ensuing four letter invective that I let fly. Falk had heard just about every sailor’s curse in his time at sea, but rarely so explosively and so continually. I was still swearing and spitting as I strode up to the gangplank.
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Two: The Island


The proud dark ship slipped into the harbour like a cold hand stealing into a glove – waiting for the soft surroundings to warm the tense flesh. Around the shallow inlet there were tropical leaves and petals from a dozen different varieties of flower and tree, layer upon layer, the sunset splashed red and rich and so the dark ship waited for colour also.
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this is the  first chapter of the redrafted new Babylon Dutch story,
which i hope makes a little more sense now...
see previous:
http://wytchcroft.livejournal.com/44827.html
http://wytchcroft.livejournal.com/52348.html


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Pathlab report
Received; box, memory junkets, seven suitable. Request delivery ASAP further batch, re; order number 01010/Br1iSt/1978/AxR.

Equipment installed as per arrangement.





Comment:

The Precinct here looks viable still, since the police cleared the office section and rebuilt the barricades. As I believe I said, it’s rare for a nest to be returned to once the creatures have been flushed. There were some notes left behind (not many unfortunately), one of the crew here must have been a scientist prior to mem-loss (or maybe they just got implanted?). It’s clear this was a sophisticated unit. If their new location is discovered I would recommend attempting o extract the leaders. It’s possible they have information we don’t, certainly what we see here suggests that they have extended Short Term Memory period without use of a Hot-wire.
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and then slipped me the key. 
It felt solid, had a nice weight, a real object in my hungry palm, flesh trying to savour the feeling. Skin memory.

"Don't worry Mr Leveaux, it's there alright, as per - we haven't let you down yet have we?"
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- and stopped. That’s what you get for sitting in a crash bar too long, he thought, everything smears.

Listening to the bloody Rolling Stones again – aint it weird, yes it is. Trying to spoon more of the congealed sweetener into a swamp of black coffee, like hiding evidence, like burying a corpse.

And the music – some randomly titled confusion of sessions – it was still now, with every plastic tinsel glittering sound from way back, the thin wire layers of muzak and demon irony.
So very now.
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Thanks luv, don’t mind if I do.

I have to change the Dictaphone tape and the old woman scrutinizes me as I do so, her gaze is a bit un-nerving.

Got yer piqued in’ I?

Well, as I said, we’re all very interested.

Hah hah! Look at him – like the cat on the proverbial! Hah hah!

It’s ready, I say.

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That was back in the war of course.

The old woman finishes her tea with a slurp born of indifference to me and my colleagues - indeed to people in-toto.

Weren't you all evacuated back then? I ask. That's what we're always told.

Well of course, what with His Nibs and the boys up to no good on land and sea and - d'you know why my generation all hate clowns? It’s the balloons see? Just like the bloody King's. Him and that bloody bitch of a Queen lapping up the Empire between them like hungry dogs to a dish.

Mind you, that was after...

 

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Memory Lane is a loose environment in which several stories and/or fragments have ended up being set, either by design or by implication or simply accident.
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