Thursday, December 31, 2015

Third Impact: Just Missed It!



Third Impact: Just Missed It!

It's after 6PM, 12-31-15 as I type this. According to End of Evangelion, the Human Instrumentality project was about to come to a head a couple hours ago and Third Impact initiated. As the film is about 80 minutes long, it looks like the anime apocalypse isn't gonna' happen.

Geez! I'm kinda' disappointed ...

Oh well ...

First Harold Camping and now this!

Dang!

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End of Evangelion/Neon Genesis Evangelion/Third Impact fan fiction stories by C V Ford:

Beyond Wrong and Wonderful, an Azumanga Daioh/Evangelion crossover fan fiction story here.

The Longest New Years' Day here.

Small Blue Ecstasy: A Tale of Third Impact here.


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Wednesday, December 23, 2015

In Gods' Good Time: Final Chapter Twenty Eight of an Angel Beats Fan Fiction Story

Let's all meet again some time ...

In Gods' Good Time

by

C V Ford

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Chapter 28: Epilogues


Dearest Yuri,

If you're reading this, it means we have gone. Needless to say, Jack and I were as much surprised as anyone when we still found ourselves here after reciting our vows. It seems the good Lord wanted us to spend some time as man and wife before taking us home and for that we are grateful to Him.

Of course we were never really sure of when we would leave but in case we hadn't any time for a real last word with you and the others, we thought some letters to be appropriate.

Wether we have passed on to be with our Lord or maybe returned to our previous lives, either way, don't cry or worry over us. Our time here is over. We go to a better place. You need not be concerned.

It is we who are concerned about you and the others.

Your time, however long you've been here already (Years?), may have only just begun. It is you who are still in that in-between and may see many more pass through.

As I said some time ago, you have all eternity before you. Forever is a long time for fighting God.

You don't think Kanade is really an angel of God, do you? I understand you got to know her some time before you formed the Battlefront. When one thinks about it, the powers she displays are actually no more fantastic than your way of making tools and weapons or for that matter, death here being impossible. She is only utilizing the environment in some way as you and your Front group are in your own.

You may think you're hurting God in your resistance and you'd be right. But you're not hurting Him in the way you think you are.

When I first came here Yuri, I was scared ... and mad. Mad at how unfairly I thought I had been treated in life. I was mad at one and all, thought of ways to get back at the world. At first everything was working out. My anime and movie hobbies led to my interest in languages and history, a better education which in turn unexpectedly opened doors into the world of business. Something that almost never happens to most "otakus".

I had ambitions that later got the better of me. I used people and someone in turn used me. He being much more experienced in the ways of the world, tripped me up. Not only my body but my desire to get ahead was used against me. I found I was to be nothing more than a manipulated toy for others and I got out of that situation as fast as I could.

Only to fall into one worse.

Life and dignity in the world of pornography is cheap. I held on to one and almost completely lost the other. With what tiny bit left, I managed to leave that but just barely.

Having gone home I tried to rebuild into a better life and could have if I had not let the past weigh me down and continue to warp me. In dwelling on it I let even worse damage to myself and my soul happen.

You know even better than I how hard the initial trauma of something can be. The blow is hard, quick and devastating ... The shock paralyzing and numbing. We draw into a hard shell. One so hard that, even though it keeps things out, it's even more effective keeping things in. We're in that shell not wanting to leave.

Just ourselves and our thoughts to keep us company.

And that's where the problem can really begin, Yuri. With only ourselves to refer to ... to consult ... and comfort us. With only ones' self as a frame of reference ... We then block out anything from outside including who and what may help us.

Including God.

Yuri, God has never intended anyone to suffer, you included. Pain, loneliness, separation and evil are the result of the fallen state of the world we are all born in. A state caused, not by God, but by the negative choices we, starting with the first man and woman (Romans 5:12-21), and initially in your case, others make in life. It's because of this it rains on both the good as well as the bad.

At times we let the choices of others dictate what our future choices and decisions will be. When we make the wrong choices or none at all (Even making no decision is still a choice.) we compound the bad situations we're already in and things get worse. Because of that we tend to blame others for subsequent things going bad.

Sometimes we blame God ... for everything.

We don't want to face the truth about ourselves. It's so much easier to point the finger at others and absolve ourselves.

As in your case, Jack and I went through experiences we'd rather but couldn't forget. They hit hard and mean. We wanted to call God into account as you have and we couldn't help but wonder where He was in all our troubles. Though we had a faith and confidence in Him, it was quite superficial. We subconsciously took the Lord for granted, looking upon Him as convenient and handy. Someone to turn to in case of trouble ... and even then only if we felt like it, as if we could just take or leave Him like we would a tool.

Too others, He's an impersonal force who, though He made the world and all in it, pretty much left things to stumble along to crash and burn.

From our discussions with you in the past, you being a passive Buddhist, you had even less of a conception of and faith in Him and thus doubly innocent compared to us. Yet, you do refer to Him as a real person when you blame Him and not as an unfortunate set of circumstances or fate. You think of Him as an actual individual personality and want Him to reveal Himself so you can have it out with Him.

You say you have a grudge against God because of what happened to your brother and sisters. Though you've never said it, you probably even hate Him.
This proves Yuri, that you know Him on some level. You've always known him in some way  in your heart as have all of us (Romans 1:19 and 20.).

There was a story of a martial artist who, though try as he might and no matter how good he got in his skills, still couldn't measure up to his teachers' demanding standards. When he confided in his teacher how much he hated him, the teacher replied "It is a start".

In the Bible copies we've left you and the Battlefront, you'll find a story about a man named Job. Reading it, you'll see a story of a very godly man living his life dedicated to the Lord. He would go out of his way to do that which God commanded and required. No fault could be found in him and he had the favor of God.

Even though he was a very rich and powerful man, he didn't let pride in his achievements blind him into thinking he could do without God or that God had no hand in his life and good fortune. The world was his but he gave credit to God, knowing in the end, that everything belongs to God and it all comes down to Him.

A fallen angel, the very same one who tempted Eve in Eden (Jack said he mentioned that in a discussion he had with you a few months ago.) (1), made a bet with God that he could have Job cursing God if all his children and servants were killed and his wealth stolen.

When this had no effect on Jobs' faith in God, the same fallen angel escalated the wager to Job himself where his body was covered in sores and boils.
Jobs' wife turned on him urging Job to curse God and kill himself. His friends tried to "console" him saying things might have been his fault in some way that he should make up for it to God.

In his misery, Job indulged in self pity and cursed the day he was born and wished he could die and be done with it.

He even questioned God and his motives. He couldn't understand why those terrible things happened to him and why such things happen to good people while evil people go on their way and living well (Job 24:21). He thought God to be unknowable though not impersonal and tried to fathom Gods' mind but couldn't.

But through all his wavering and doubt, he still kept his trust in God

He only knew that God had a purpose for what happens in the world and even though we can't find the particulars, we can know that this purpose, however bad things may seem, works for the good of those who love Him (Romans 8:28-31).
Job also knew he had one in Heaven speaking for him and pleading his cause (Job 16:19 and 19:25-27.).

Later in the story, Job is confronted by God who restates this.

Appearing in a whirlwind, God tells Job to stay steadfast in his faith in Him. He states His unlimited being and power. He reviews the great works of his creating the world and all in it. God then points out how limited man is in trying to figure him out and how futile it is to try.

Job ends up acknowledging that such things are so and he has no right in questioning Him.

God then restored Jobs' health, his property twice over, new children and a long life.

In effect, God gives Job a new life. A new life that, even here in this in-between, can be yours Yuri.

We can no more completely know the mind of God than we can of the wind or the weather. We have trouble understanding why God allows (But does not do.) the negative things happening in our lives and the world. What we do know is that the world is the way it is and that He has to let things play out.

We can however know to some extent through a relationship with Him. A relationship that comes about through acknowledging our own helplessness and turning to Him in hope, faith and trust that the control He exerts is not random or indifferent.

We begin by acknowledging that blood price he paid through his son, Jesus, that we ourselves cannot (Mark 10:45, Ephesians 1:7, Hebrews 9:22). We cultivate that trust by living the life he would have us live (Matthew 22:37-40). We find the strength to live that life through daily prayer and the reading of His word.

Yuri, the life each of us lives is like a valley. Our view of the sky is limited. We only see of it what the mountains on either side and the trees allow. With some, the valley is wide and more of the sky can be seen. With others, it's narrow and less is seen.

The view can change.

With negativity, less of the sky is perceived. When sorrow, regret, resentment ... despair, the valley becomes a trench, a hole.

Think of a well. The deeper you go the smaller the round view of the sky gets. Anger, despair and hatred gets one deeper and deeper.

Jack and I had descended far in our own bitterness and sadness. Our lives, though not hit as hard as yours, were dead and empty. The farther down we went, the smaller the opening to the sky became. We thank God we didn't go so far down as to not see the sky at all.

Don't let that happen to you, Yuri. Don't go so deep in your resentment that the sky will be completely shut off to you. You can climb up.

With happiness and fulfillment, more of the sky can be seen. With a full relationship with God, much more can be seen. When we're with God in Heaven, ALL can be seen and appreciated and one is in a much better position to know the mind of God. (1st Corinthians 2:9)

Though it doesn't seem so, God does care about you and has a purpose for you in life or as in your present situation, this quasi afterlife we're stuck in. There is a purpose for you being here. Think of it as a second chance. A second chance to reconcile with Him and know Him before leaving for forever. That forever being either with Him ... or without him ... With only your bitter thoughts to dwell on and keep you company.

You say you blame God for what happened to your brother and sisters. It's easy to see why you would say that. All what you loved and cared about were taken from you within thirty minutes in a most brutal way and you wonder why God couldn't have prevented or intervened.

Yuri, Gods' own son, Jesus, was brutally killed too. God Himself saw his son die slowly on that cross and though he could have stepped in, he didn't (Matthew 26:53 and 54).

He could have, but it wasn't in His plan of salvation to have done so.

As the world and the bad things in it must play itself out, so God had to allow Jesus to go through what we all do, through the actions of other fallen beings as ourselves and the consequences of our own choices, good or bad. Thus he went through birth, the good and bad in life, temptation, pain and even death.

In doing so he made it possible for you and those like you to keep from enduring forever the pain and loneliness that you are going through right now and hopefully for you, only temporarily.

Again, the world is the way it is because of the fault of ourselves starting with the first man to today (1). God is letting things play out until the time all who will know him, come and do.

You can be one of those.

Yuri, please think about what we've said and read up on this. Your future in eternity depends on it.

We both hope to see you and the others soon. As promised, when Jack and I get to be with our Lord, we'll meet Mari, Saya and Kei and tell them all we know about you. What your doing, how you're getting along ... And how confident we are that you will be with them soon. I doubt they would want you to miss out on what they're experiencing (John 14:1-3).

Again ... You have a chance where you are. A second chance. According to Gods' word, that's not supposed to happen. It could very well be you are something really special in the eyes of God. Please think about it.

Yours forever in Gods' love,

Jack and Rachel

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"This-"

Snapping open his eyes, Jack stared up at the familiar ceiling of his apartment. The TV on the scene of the film he last remembered at ... Where?

Clutching at his chest, pain now absent.

Did I ... pass out? Rachel! ... Where!?

Lifting himself off the floor he blearily gazed about the place. The door, window frames and drapes brought him up short. They were of the same old house construction he had been for years familiar with.

Head clearing further, he suppressed an anguished cry from welling up within.

Only a dream ... The usual overdone, cop out ending of many a bad sci-fi/horror/fantasy. The fantastic experience from only moments before, the joy and happiness of the latter part ... nothing more than a fanciful thought and illusion ... yet had been so ... real.

Hitching up his loose pants, the man staggered to the window. Parting the blinds, he looked out to see the quiet of Darlington Boulevard and the old Ford sitting where he parked it.

It was a most unique feeling of emptiness to find himself ... home?

Head clearing, with a sigh bordering on weeping, he straightened up, giving his minuscule domain a more thorough once over.

And froze.

No. His apartment not the same as of a few minutes before. Some of the furniture placed differently ... a backpack and gear from a recent honeymoon camping trip in a corner yet to be sorted ... the Garand rifle resting on the living room table ...

Things as they were when he was last ... there ...

Running his left hand through his hair, something caught on an eyebrow. Looking at the hand ... ring ... wedding ring ...

Hurrying to the bathroom, Jack stared hard into the mirror. The one staring back was not the one pushing retirement moments before but that of the youthful Jack Duffy of several months past!

"Rache!?"

No. No one here but him yet-

Dashing to the phone, he was about to grab the receiver when he noticed the answering machine message indicator blinking. Reflexively he mashed the button.

"This is a message for James B. Duffy. Mr. Duffy, this is Dr. Delambre of Toronto East General Hospital here in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. I'm calling to inform you your wife Rachel is here at our facility due to natural gas asphyxiation. Her condition is stabilized and is resting comfortably. Indications are for a full recovery. We are holding her for observation at this time.

"For further details, please call our facility at 800 - 555 - xxxx or 905 - 555 -
as soon as possible ... Thank you."

"To heck with that," Duffy muttered as he quickly dialed a Canadian cell number he more than already knew by heart and soul.

Only two rings his ears were met with a stern sounding,

"Hello?"

"Yes ... I would like to speak with Rachel Duffy? Is she there?"

"Duffy ... Yes ... But she is indisposed right now-"

So cold and formal, who-

"Whom shall I say is calling?"

"This is her husband, Jack Duffy ... May I ask who this is?"

"This ... is her mother."

Yeah, Rachel mentioned I have a mother-in-law now. Anna or something like that. Father in law too ... Duffy you're an idiot!

"Mom! Please! ... Who ... IS it?!"

Duffys' heart leaped. The voice of the other coming in plain and recognisable. No dream ... no illusion. Reality more than assuring and happiness still.

"It's ... Him."

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For Anna-Maria O'Hara, the day wasn't full of surprises as much as it was one colossal systemic shock.

On finding her daughter on the floor of her gas filled apartment, she hurled open the windows and dialed 911. Not even waiting for Toronto EMS to arrive she dragged the young womans' limp form outside, waiting exhausted for the ambulance.

The "golden time" being less than ten minutes, several ambulances and more vehicles from the municipal fire department pulled up in their speedy arrival.

Getting Anna aside from her administering CPR, the medics affirmed Rachel still alive, rushing her and the several other residents of the building to Toronto East General. Thankfully, no one was lost.

The fire marshal and gas company officials later stated the cause to be a faulty fitting in a line had finally given way causing the leak.

On waiting for her police sergeant husband Carl to hastily get off duty at his precinct, interesting bits of information hit Anna-Maria like so many fast moving freight trains.

As Rachel, being in an incapacitated state, the ER staff naturally asked Anna-Maria the pertinent questions needed.

"Duffy? Her last name is O'Hara," she said reaching into Rachels' hastily grabbed purse. "See its-!"

Looking at the drivers license and national health card, the woman let out an involuntary gasp.

"Rachel ... Duffy?" She gaped at the cards.

"It says here," the ER nurse pointing at the monitor," she's married to a one James Benjamin Duffy of ... let's see ... Yes! James B. Duffy ... 24 Darlington Blvd., Westerville, Ohio. We've already tried calling him and left a message ... Need to get in touch and let him know."

After an exchange of several more questions and sketchy answers on the part of a VERY confused mother, Anna-Maria was instructed to wait in the ER lobby.

Sitting down, she mulled over the events of the past frantic 40+ minutes.

"Married!? ... When? ... And her not even mentioning it!"

She crossed herself. A habit from her Catholic upbringing she couldn't shake even long after adhering to her Carls' Baptist leanings.

"James ... Duffy! ... Dear Lord, she's made the same mistake I did. An Irishman ... And a Yank at that! And he's almost twice her age ... He's old enough to be ... my older brother!

"Yes young lady. You've a LOT of explaining to do!"

An understatement to say the least, on just then learning some new facts about her "wayward" daughter.

"In running some mandatory tests, we seem to have run into a discrepancey."

"Oh?'

Sitting in a chair across a magazine strewn low table, the intern went on.

"Our past data indicates your daughter to have type one herpes ... yet-"

"Please, sweet Jesus," the more than concerned mother implored silently, "not something worse ..."

"-our tests keep coming back negative ... no trace at all."

Anna-Maria stared deadpan at the intern in disbelief.

"There's no cure for that ... and ... it doesn't just go away ... Does it?"

"No Mrs. O'Hara, that's impossible," the intern answered. "It could very well be she never had it at all to begin with."

"Never ... had it ..."

"Other tests show alphafeto protein and beta quant counts rather high."

"Meaning?"

"For males it would indicate a possible onset of any of various forms of cancer but in the case of females, higher levels are taken into consideration and with further checking ... well ... Your daughter is pregnant. Possibly for several weeks now."

Slumping exhaustedly in the lobby chair, Anna-Maria O'Hara seemingly contemplating the overhead lighting. In actuality she was looking at nothing at all.

"My daughter almost dies ... Has secretly been married to an older man for the saints know how long ... An incurable chronic disease she may not have had to begin with ... now ...

"AND A GRANDCHILD ON THE WAY!"

"Mrs. O'Hara?"

Snapping out of her private chaos, she focused on the intern.

"Is there anything ... I can get you? Maybe-"

"No! ... uh ... No ... Nothing right now ... I just need to-"

A nurse stepped up, handing a paper to the intern.  A brief whispered several sentence conversation concluded, the intern looked back at the still flabbergasted woman.

"I've just been informed," the doctor arose from the chair, "your daughter is fully conscious now, coherent though a bit disoriented."

 Anna-Maria shot out of the chair.

"She's awake!?"

"Yes," doctor replying, "but-"

"I must see her, now!"

"Of course," the physician leading the way back to ER. "But only for a few minutes. We need to prepare a bed and room. We're going to have to hold her for observation for at least 24 hours."

IV attached, Rachel lay on the gurney, exhausted, outwardly calm ... but mentally pained nonetheless. Something wonderful and precious had just been denied her. Moments before what she thought to be the prelude to a wonderful eternity, now proved to be but an illusional fantasy. Cut off from nothing but a dream so real and definite making the reality she was now in, the tawdry substitute it felt.

She was back.

The tears about to flow were cut off by the sudden appearance of her more than concerned mother and the uniformed intern from a few groggy moments before.

"Mom? I-"

Anna-Maria grabbed hold of Rachels' left hand in a tight squeeze.

"Don't talk dear ... just rest. The doctor says you'll be fine. You'll-"

Both gasped at the wedding band about Rachels' finger. Rachel, in spite of her grogginess and fatigue, bolted upright in amazement.

"It's true! It- ... It wasn't some crazy-"

"Mrs. Duffy," the doctor advancing to the gurney. "You need rest. Your husband's being notified as we speak-"

Mrs? ... Duffy? ... HUSBAND!?

"It's real! It wasn't some wild-," pointing to her purse under her mothers' arm. "... MOM! I need to make a call!"

"There'll be plenty of time later for-"

The loud hum of a cell sounded from a purse side pocket.

Noting the anxious looks on both, the doctor nodded.

Taking the cell out and out of reach of her daughter, the older woman took the call.

"Hello?" Coldly calm, Anna-Maria kept herself composed.

A moments passage.

"Duffy ... Yes ... But she is indisposed right now-" Trying to control the situation. "Whom shall I say is calling?"

Another pause in time, Anna-Maria though still formal but getting apprehensive gave an answer to the callers' question.

"This ... is her mother."

"Mom! Please! ... Who ... IS it?!" Rachel anxiously and happily knowing who.

Seeing she couldn't hold off both longer, Anna-Maria slowly handed the phone over to her daughter.

"It's ... HIM."

Shakily grabbing the phone, Rachel put the device to her face.

"Hello?"

"Rachel ... dearest-"

"OH 'm GOD! ... JACK! ...  Is ... Is that you!?"

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"Aw ... Man!"

Sharp intake of breath, eyes snapping awake, the young man on his back in crucifixion pose, stared up into the twilit sky. Mind trying to focus.

"Where am I?" Head slowly going from side to side. "What is this place?"

Running a hand through his orange hair, mind and focus becoming sharper.

To his right, a large three story, three tiered modern glass and brick structure
loomed out of the semi-darkness. On his left, a single level bridge with several other structures beyond.

To his front-

"You up yet?

Bolting upright, the young man took in the source of the sudden question before him.

At a corner of a low retaining wall next to a downward flight of steps, a girl in a strange blue and white school uniform crouched in firing position, shouldering the biggest looking rifle he'd ever seen. Aimed away and down toward a tiny, white haired figure standing on what seemed to be an athletic field.

Turning her green beribboned head toward the young man, the would-be sniper enthusiastically declared-.

"Welcome ... To the Not Dead Yet Battlefront!"

"Welcome ... To the Not Dead Yet Battlefront!"
END

Storyline and original characters (only) copyright © 5-1-14 C V Ford

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1. Be sure to re-read chapters 12, 13, and 14.

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The proceeding is what's known to believers as "the Roman road" as most of the verses are from the Book of Romans.

1.) Romans 3:10-12 - 10) As it is written, There is none righteous, no, not one: 11) There is none that understands, there is none that seeks after God. 12) They are all gone out of the way, they are altogether become unprofitable; there is none that does good., no, not one.

2.) Psalms 14:3 - They are all gone aside, they are altogether become filthy: there is none that does good, no, not one.

3.) Romans 3:23 - For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God;

No one is blameless. If you have trouble wrapping your mind around this, think of it as you would an illness or physical condition. It is a state which we are born under.

4.) Romans 5:12 - Wherefore , as by one man sin entered into the world, and death by sin; and so death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned:
The how and why we are that way. Adam is the reason we're under the weight of sin and trapped in this deadly cycle of entropy, decay and death.

5.) Romans 5:8 - But God commends his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.

6.) Romans 6:23 - For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Jesus is the way out. The other side of the equation. With our acknowledgement of our sinbound state we can go on to have the Lord correct that.

7.) Romans 10:13 - For whosover shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.

8.)Romans 10:9-10 - 9) That if you shall confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus, and shall believe in your heart that God has raised him from the dead, you shall be saved. 10) For with the heart man believes to righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made to salvation.

This is the how in regard to Jesus. Do these and the cycle has no spiritual claim on you.

9.) Revelation 3:20 - Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.

Jesus is waiting for you to answer. He has been there all along knocking. It could be you just didn't (Or didn't want to.) hear it.

10.) John 3:16 - For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

Of course, it goes without saying, "Go and sin no more". I really stink at this.
However, one should always keep going back and asking the Lord for guidance and strength to resist (It's called prayer.). This is what's known as repentance, an active turning away from giving in to ones' baser instincts and it's an ongoing thing.

For guidance I strongly suggest one get in touch with a strong bible believing pastor/church in your area.

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Friday, December 18, 2015

He Should Have Made This A QUIBCAG!

It's possible to wear a kimono and be patriotic, but I'm not sure about a hijab.

He Should Have Made This A QUIBCAG!


That's not my caption in the illustration above, it's Karol Travens'. Caught this at his Ex-Army blog and found it clever.

I like Mr. Travens' site. Until I found it about a year ago (Doing an image search for a blog article.) I thought I was the only one who thought it was OK to be pro-American, pro-white and still be kool watching anime.

Kind of reminds me of something that happened at an unmentionable Wal-Mart wanna-be chain I worked at. Was talking with a co-worker from Iran when a young lady of mid-eastern or central asian descent walked into the store. While she was wearing the "conservative" hijab, the jeans she was wearing was ... well ... not so conservative.

You could say they were tighter than most of the shrink wrap on a lot of the store items!

"Not exactly sharia compliant," I commented to my co-worker.

"NO SHES' NOT!" Smiling.

A "quibcag" by the way is an acronym for "quote introduced by cute anime girl" and the graphic is an invention of Mr. Traven. Hopefully the "concept" will catch on like the "demotivational poster". Until then, here are a couple from Mr. Travens' libertarian/nationalist blog.




Wikipedia link to the Joshiraku anime (The characters in title illustration.) here.

Go to Ex-Army blog here.

Go to Jays' Tee Vee blog main page here. Ifn' there's articles under this 'un then yer already in my sharia-free zone.

Thursday, December 10, 2015

The Longest New Years Day: A Neon Genesis Evangelion/End of Evangelion Fan Fiction Story


The Longest New Years Day

by

C V Ford

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"Ikari!"

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DATE: Thursday, New Years Eve 2015.

TIME: 4:45 PM EST

LOCATION: Presidential Emergency Operations Center (PEOC) aka Situation Room, beneath New White House.

President Jordan Lyman looked out over those seated about the big table. The gathering, a motley collection of military, government officialdom, scientists ... along with two of the countrys' leading clergymen.

"At exactly 6 AM, Tokyo 3 time, 4PM here," a standing aide opened his reading, "at the behest of the Japanese Ministry of the Interior in Tokyo 2, Special Order A-801, the revocation of NERVs' legal protection was revoked by the Japanese Prime Minister.

"Simultaneously, with the participation of our Magi 4 system at MIT, a coordinated cyber attack in conjunction with the other four Magi systems, was launched on the NERV Magi 1 computer system. At 6:03 AM we forcibly terminated our part in the operation on reciept of information supplied by General Scott and ECOMCON. (1)

"At 6:15 AM, Matsushiro terminated their part of the cyber attack. At 6:20, ground and air elements of the JSSDF began their assault on an already evacuated Tokyo 3, the NERV HQ complex and surrounding resources in the area."

"Any word of our assigned NERV liaison team?" Asked the president.

"The last we heard just before all communications was cut off was from a hastily worded text. One of our people tried to surrender to the assault force and was shot and killed for his trouble."

"Killed? ... Why?"

"It has been confirmed by our military liaisons and Ambassador Grew in Tokyo 2 that the attackers have orders to spare no one (2). Execution of ALL non-combat personnel has been authorized. The aforementioned last message from our team at NERV also stated the other nine of them have taken up arms and have sided with the NERV personnel."

"Continue."

"At about 6:23 AM, an N2 device was air launched. Target, Tokyo 3 itself. Leaving the whole of the geofront exposed. This was immediately followed up with an air to ground missile barrage. At 6:28 two large non-nuclear devices of unknown type were also air launched into the geofront.

"At 6:30 AM, nine Eva units of the mass production type were air dropped into the geofront. As for anything occuring after, we can only speculate. The present positions of any of our satellites and the thick haze over and in the geofront make it impossible to determine anything at this time. The Japanese prime minister cannot be reached at this time and other of their government officials aren't giving out any other information-"

President Lyman raised his hand indicating the aide to cease reading for the moment and turned to the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff seated across.

"General Scott," the president addressing the officer, "those heavy lifters carrying the MP Evas, how did they get past our notice?"

The tall muscular Air Force general, acknowledging the Chief Exec explained.

"SEELEs' ECM resources have proved to be quite good. Our intel reports Instead of jamming they came across as a large flight of migratory birds coming from another direction. Those planes are well radar masked to begin with and combined with their flying lower than most radar. They gained altitude at the last moment to drop those units. Units of the JASSDF have forced them down and are now being interned at Iruma."

"The plug was to be pulled on this ... Magi 4 ... our participation officially cancelled before 6AM. Thus it should not have been involved to begin with. Can you clarify?"

"On issuing orders to cease operation, we received no confirmation from the operations center containing the Magi 4 computer system. Our special strike teams immediately went into action, cut all power and com connections and siezed the building with little resistance. Our accompanying technicians were able to shut down emergency power supplies and thus the triad system. As of this moment, all of the MIT campus is in lockdown and Magi systems' technical staff are being held in custody."

"The other computer systems?"

General Scott turned to the accompanying officer seated at his right. "Jiggs?"
Colonel Martin "Jiggs" Casey set down the sheaf of papers he was handling.

"Magis 3 and 5, Berlin and Hamburg respectively, have also been shut down with little difficulty. Magi 6 in Beijing however, presented a problem that has been resolved by the PLA elements assigned. We've been informed the building containing the machines is no longer standing.

"Magi 2 in Matsushiro was still conducting cyber attack right up to 6:19 AM just before the combined air, sea and land elements of the JSSDF made their move at 6:20 AM."

Frowning, the president already having heard the particulars previous, looked to the ceiling and asked rhetorically, "just what the HELL is going on there right now!?"

"It's as our findings stated Mr. President," Scott picked back up. "There's been covert infighting between the upper echelons of NERV and SEELE for control of the project since the very beginning. With what the statements from both about the last angel being eradicated having been issued, the infighting has suddenly escalated to open armed conflict between the two."

"This ... SEELE. We've all known about it. That think tank organization in the U.N. backing NERV." The president stated. "Your reports indicate it's more than for just mere control over NERV and its operations."

"Yes Mr. President," Scott answered. "Something that may effect the very existence of mankind itself."

President Lyman scanned the various faces about the table.

"I've gone along with this gentleman, as it's been obvious from the start that there has been heavy indication in regard to the aforementioned infighting and maneuvering between NERV and SEELE/U.N. and that it could have heavy repercussions in regard to earth defense and our own national security. You, General Scott and your ECOMCON have done exemplary work keeping an eye on this situation."

Taking a breath the president continued.

"I still find it hard to believe however, that this has to do with some ... and I'm putting it mildly to say the least ...some fantastic ... and I might say ... phantasmagorical ... plan having to do with some seemingly half baked, to me, form of ... spirituality? I mean ... the merging of all uh ... souls into some greater collective consciousness or other?

"Your intel and reportage in regard to the internal struggle between them have been well detailed and beyond concise. Every step and move by either has been monitored and noted but for this one thing."

The various officers and personnel about the table raised a collective eyebrow. Most themselves in puzzlement.

"When it comes to whatever ultimate goal either has for this conflict between themselves, your reportage is ... at best ... vague. If there is anything to go on it comes out sounding like that transcendence paradigm shift or whatever that the new agers back in the '80s or '90s claimed was supposed to have happened but didn't.

"The best we have and what's keeping me to lending any credence to this aspect of the situation are those strange research papers the chief researcher of GEHIRN/NERV wrote while still in college. That and the intel on the writer of said papers, this ... Yui Ikari ... we've gotten and ... her disappearance."

"Yes Mr. President. As is also known to us she had also written several articles on spirituality, life after death and transcendance along with several research papers on biochemistry and biophysics in relation to the aforementioned subjects." Gen. Scott affirmed. "Then there is also the fact she's the daughter of Nazo Ikari, a Shintoist mystic and one of the top board members of SEELE."

"These papers and articles ... All written over fifteen years ago, correct?"

"Yes sir. Last one written just before the U.N. officially launching GEHIRN/NERV and well before her disappearance. Considering the 'vague' ultimate purpose both factions stated amongst themselves and each other and the intel gathered, it ties in, matches up.

"One thing is for sure ... The aim of the internal struggle that has now escalated into armed conflict is control of this theologically based goal both sides have in mind. Whatever that goal is ... whatever form it may take ... could have repercussions catastrophic, affecting perhaps the entire globe and all on it."

Sidling up, a secret service aide whispered to the president.

"Gentlemen," Lyman announced turning back to the table, "the Russian president is now on the line to confer. I'm patching this to your table monitors so you can listen in."

Monitors blinking revealed the familiar to the world face of the Russian head of
state.

"Vlad, good to see you."

"As I am to you Mr. President."

"Looks like the situation we feared has come to pass."

"I and my ministers are in total agreement," concurred the eastern ruler. "Our own liaison staff at NERV also under attack. A last message before cutoff has them with your own people defending themselves."

"Good for them!"

"Maybe not good for all of us. As your ECOMCON with our GRU intelligence agrees ... this ... apocolypsis ... may be in the offing."

"That's what you, I and the rest are here for sir."

"Mr. President, It has been over three quarters of an hour since anything can be discerned over here. Have you and your people any further information?"

"We're just as much in the dark right now as you. We-"

The shouting of others on the Russians' end was almost as audible on that of Lymans'. Looking up the chief exec saw most standing, gazing in disbelief at the main monitor at rooms' end. The satellite imaging displayed a huge, long red object plunging through the haze in the exposed geofront.

"What the hell?"

"Mr. President," Scott answered holding to an earpiece "Tracking stations have confirmed an object traveling at incredibly high speed from lunar orbit has entered the geofront."

"The lance of Longinus," Casey put in.

"Lance of what?" the president paused in recalling. "Yeah ... I saw it too ... That thing was supposed to have been abandoned on the moon. I take it this is where it's supposed to start getting 'mythological' on us."

Glancing dowm at his monitor, Lyman noted the President already back at his seat.

"It seems, Mr. Lyman that the ... uh ... mystical events you and I held in much doubt are about to transpire."

"Yes it does Mr. President. I take it your part of the various contingency measures we've discussed are in place on your end?"

"Assets in place and standing by."

"And with that, it's still a wait and see game and ... ," Jordan Lyman paused, thoughtful. "It's New Years Day over there right now ...

"Hell of a way to spend it-"

More exclamations of disbelief audible, Lyman looked up from his monitor at the main on the wall, the present image holding everyones' attention.

"Holy-"

"What in the name of-"

"They're not flying they're-"

"That's Eva Unit 1!" General Scott exclaimed.

"Seems to be missing some of its' armor," observed Casey.

"Those other things floating with it, they're the-"

"Yes Mr. President," Scott answered. "The mass production Evas. What the-!"

"They're ... crucifying it? ..."

Lyman gazed in disbelief at the scene unfolding on the big screen. The colossal white figures of the grotesque giants hurling forked spears into the hands and feet of the lone blue unit.

"Stigmata."

Lyman looked over to where the Rev. Franklin Grimes sat with Rabbi Cohen.

"How Christ was nailed to the cross," the clergyman explained. "Those mindless things are trying to re-enact the passion ordeal of Christ using this mechanoid as a proxy. They-"

"What is that!" The Navy secretary exclaimed.

All now seeing an ornate pattern fluctuating about the Unit 1 centered formation formed by the MP Evas.

"Sephirot!"

"Sephirot!"

All turned to the caftanned figure of the Rabbi.

"The Tree of Life symbolizing the ten attributes and aspects of G-d!"

Samuel Cohen turned his bearded face to the president.

"Mr. President. It's as we feared. These men of SEELE ... They are trying to gain not only Heaven but G-dhood itself! This is utter blasphemy! And all the souls on Earth are required to attain it! You ... me ... all of us. All-"

Lyman tore his gaze from the Rabbi and on to Scott.

"Whatever the hell it is, wether the Rabbi here is correct or not, this bodes no good. We now have a definite target. O Plan One is in effect."

"Mr. President, four F-18s from the Ronald Reagan, one equipped with two B-61 freefall nukes are on their way as we speak. They received orders and broke holding pattern the moment those units appeared and are about to arrive."

"Excellent!"

"Eva Unit 1 and the mass production Evas are rising fast."

The President turned to the techs sitting at a console off to the right side of the room.

"Keep me informed of their progress. Those jets have to reach them."

Lyman turned to his monitor noting the Russian back at his.

"Vlad. O Plan One is commencing. If all goes well, we won't need your militarys' assistance."

"Then here is hoping that-"

More commotion caused both presidents to look up from their monitors. The walls' main screen in Lymans' situation room revealing more calamity.

"Looks like NERV touched off their fail-safe nuke."

"That was no nuke sir."

Lyman glanced at Colonel Casey who was studying the screen intently as it conveyed the image.

"No characteristic heat flash to speak of," the colonel explained. "This is more like ... an upheaval ... something being moved ... displaced ... something-"

"What about our jets?"

"Report just in Mr. President," Scott replied, holding the earpiece. They were just out of the area when this explosion happened. Are now back in holding pattern awaiting further instructions."

"That's some relief. What's the status of the Eva units? Can't make anything out in that cloud."

"Radar has them them at 12,000 meters and holding."

"Good. Stationary target is easier to take out once that smoke clears." Lyman turned to the questioning gaze of the Russian president on his monitor. "Vlad, I'm in the hopes this may be the end of it but I have my doubts."

"As do I, Jordan. We are here as you say, fingers crossed."

The huge column of debris gouted toward the upper atmosphere, spreading it's billowing "mushroom" in an encompassing umbrella overshadowing the northern Kanto plain area. Its' dissipation surprisingly rapid. What the ones present in the Situation Room and Moscow thought to be a matter of hours if not days, was clearing within minutes.

"Mr. President!"

Lyman looked up, a hush falling over the room. A new occurance being conveyed on the screen and a "now what' look on a wearily exasperated chief execs' face.

No ...

It was not over.

Rising slowly then picking up speed, a huge spherical black mass ascended out of the  gaping depression that had been less than an hour before, Tokyo 3/NERV.

"Your ... chamber of Guf perhaps?" The Reverend Grimes inquired.

"In a way ... yes ... but no," the rabbi fearfully replied.

"It has to be the geo-front Mr. President," Colonel Casey in response to Lymans' look. " The size ... dimensions ... couldn't be anything but."

"And any and all within it," General Scott stated." Including NERV headquarters!"

"And rising fast," said Casey.

Examination of the huge crater in the later aftermath confirmed the military mens' observation.

"That ... and much more gentlemen. The black moon .. the egg ... the-"

All eyes turned to Cohen.

"The ... Lilliths' egg! That in which she came to Earth long ago to spawn all life. The vessel from which all life emerged and separated one from another. Through her, SEELE is going to try and bring all living souls back together again! The merging of all into one!"

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"I'm home ...

"Ikari  is calling me ... I am coming."

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"Mr. President," the Reverend Grimes this time. "What my colleague is saying is that what we feared really IS about to come to pass. The end of everything, the-"

"Whatever this UFO is," the hard headed politician began, "it is a new target and- ... GOOD GOD! What ... the hell is-"

Of all that transpired the last few minutes, the next out did them by leagues. The attention from all in the room now rivited on the absolutely colossal figure of the nude apparition rising. Rising face first through the clouds as if from a long sleep.

xxxxx
She, reaching out ...
She, reaching out, confronted the tiny figure of the blue Eva unit before her and of the even tinier entity within. Voices in the mind of that minuscule entity, one from without and one from within the biomechanoid sounded in unison off the walls of the id.

"Fear not. All will soon be at an end. All pain ... worry ... anxiety ... loneliness .... Your suffering ...  over ... The separation that kept you in fear of all and all in fear of you will be no longer ... The hurts and longings ... the wantings and unfulfilled havings ... empty desiring ... the very ache of living yet not living ...

"Will be past ..."

The two voices in the pilots' consciousness became one.

"You, my dearest one are among first of many but you are my very own ... I never meant to hurt you but I had to leave you then to make what is now for many ... but mostly for you to have ... I will always be with you and you me ... I ... You ..."

The pilot, for  unreasons of his own ... let out an anguished scream.

xxxxx

"That face! Is that-"

"The ... Lillit!" Exclaimed the rabbi.

"Bring up the file on the first eva pilot." Ordered Casey to the techs at their panel.

The main monitor "split screened" with the lower right corner displaying a NERV personnel file. Pushing buttons, Casey had the screen zoom in on the face and profile photos at pages' top.

"It's the Ayanami girl," stated the colonel, "... or was. The face ... distorting."

"And increasing in size at a rapid rate," stated Scott.

"Eva units going with it after the geofront."

"Hold it! How can anyone ... Much less a little girl- ," the president cut himself off. Looking around he noted the unstated question on all those present.

"Altitude of apex of anomaly now at height of 60 kilometers and counting," a man at the panel announced.

"Alright! I've seen enough." The chief exec turned to his screen on the table, the face of a very concerned Russian head of state staring back.

"Jordan," the Russian president rarely called others by their first name thus signifying the graveness of the situation. "I suggest we pass over O Plan Two and go on to Three."

"Am in complete agreement Vlad. Units in position as I take it yours as well."

"Mr. President ... ," the Russian replied with a wry grin, "We are ALWAYS ready!"

"Sir!" One of the techs from the panel called out. "O Plan channels now coordinating with Russian Strategic Rocket Forces."

"Mr. President?" General Scott making the question for all present.

"Commence!"

xxxxx

Time: 0705 (local)

Location: Aboard USS Louisiana, Ohio class nuclear ballistic missile submarine. Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean just over 200 miles off the central east coast of Japan. On station at launch depth of 150 feet below the surface.

EMERGENCY ACTION MESSAGE:

FROM: NATIONAL MILITARY COMMAND CENTER

TO: U.S.S. LOUISIANA SSBN 743

SUBJECT: AUTHORIZATION FOR NUCLEAR MISSILE LAUNCH

PART THE FIRST

REMARKS: 1. LAUNCH (10) TRIDENT TYPE S NUCLEAR MISSILES
                 
                2. PLAN ORANGE 3 IN EFFECT
                     
                    LAUNCH READINESS IN FIFTEEN MINUTE WINDOW
                 
                3. SET SPECIAL OP ORANGE PLAN 3 DEFCON 1
                 
                4. TARGET PACKAGE SLBM ECM 54846/9
                 
                5. AUTHENTICATION: CFRTQUY

"We are receiving flash traffic emergency action message. Recommend Alert One. Repeat. Recommend Alert One."

"Sir, we have a properly formatted emergency acition message from National Command Authority for strategic missile launch, captain."

"I concur sir."

"Get the authenticator," ordered the captain.

Taking the mic at the periscope bay the senior officer intoned, "Man battle stations for strategic missile launch."

Drill Authentication/Launch Authentication plastic cards cases from the combination safe in the captains' hands, he, the XO and the two radio men proceeded to the special stateroom below the vessels' bridge.

In an unprecedented move, the captain was ordered several weeks before, to take on passengers. Very special ones.

Capt. Grigory Ustinov, formerly retired from the long since gone Soviet navy, and his aide looked up from their reading on hearing the knock at the stateroom door. Confined for weeks in the stateroom or escorted blindfold to the galley (Security protocols keeping them from anywhere else on the ship.), they held on to their sanity through reading, chess (That lieutenant with him was too DAMN good!) and the movies from ships' inventory. Their command of English improved mightily over the passage of time aboard.

The lieutenant opening the door revealed the four man party and guard.

Noting the objects held by the communications officer, Ustinov nodded to his aide. Handing his superiors' briefcase over, the junior officer started going through his own.

Holding objects similar, the two Russians stood at the entrance.

"Sir. Request permission to authenticate," communications officer looking at his captain.

"Permission granted. Authenticate."

Both captain and communications broke open the small cases with resounding cracks and withdrew the slips.

"CHARLIE FOXTROT RADAR TANGO QUEBEC UNIFORM YANKEE"

With the conclusion of the comms' reading, the XO also intoned from his scan of the EAM paper.

"Captain," comm officer confirmed, "message is authentic."

"I concur sir." The XO stated.

The other comm officer also in agreement.

"Message is authentic," the senior officer turned to Ustinov through the doorway.

Both Russians cracked open their respective cases, the younger reading aloud in his accented English.

"CHARLIE FOXTROT RADAR TANGO QUEBEC UNIFORM YANKEE"

With a solemn steely look from aide to those outside, Ustinov turned to the slip in his hand and read off the characters.

"Da ... I concur ... is authentic."

An inward sigh of relief made by the captain. It meant the two hunter/killers subs openly shadowing them since the start of the mission (And having explicit orders NOT to evade!) received the same and would not cause trouble.

"Thank you Captain Ustinov. Looks like our mission ... and yours ... is about over. It shouldn't be much longer until you're free of this uh ... ," the sub commander did a quick glance of the stateroom, " ... incarceration."

"What had to be done had to be," Ustinov replied solemnly grinning. "Anything to stop possible end of world. Good luck to you and all."

"Thank you captain," the American saluted.

With the Russian responding in turn, the assigned seaman guarding closed the door, dogging it sealed. The four man party proceeded up the passage to resume procedure.

The communications officer handed something over to the captain.

"Sir, your captains' missile safe key"

"XO, take the conn, am going to my stateroom for the launch keys."
In the span of less than a few minutes the captain was back up in the control room with the launch keys from his stateroom safe in the hands of the weapons section. XO waiting and bridge crew at their posts.

Taking the mic from its' clip by the periscope bay, the commander intoned:

"Weapons this is the conn. Set condition one. 1SQ for strategic missile launch.  Spin up missiles 6 through 11 and 16 through 21. Set targeting to target package SLBM54846slash9. This is the Captain. Release of nuclear weapons has been authorized.

"THIS IS NOT A DRILL."

After a pause, the captain continued setting the mic to all parts of the ship.

"Attention. Crew of the USS Louisiana. On orders from the National Command Center we have for some time been at launch depth for strategic missile launch.

We all know what this means. It's not something we would want or wish for. But we have the obligation, under orders issued by our Commander in Chief to take part in executing a special joint operation.

"I am, however, at liberty to say that, as hard as this is to believe, this is not, repeat NOT part of a general or specific attack or retaliation on those we assumed would be our enemies but as part of a joint operation with them. Be assured, this is not the third world war we still hope will never happen."

xxxxx

Time: 5:05 PM EST/3:05 MST

Location: Cheyenne Mountain Complex, Colorado Springs, Colorado aka The Crystal Palace.

"I take it General Scott," General Berringer speculated, "this alert has to do with the anomaly forming over Tokyo Three?"

NORADs' own satellite net being quite efficient and encompassing, it came as no surprise to the Joint Chiefs chairman about Strategic Commands' knowing.

"At the moment I'm only at liberty to say that you take it correctly General. Status?"

"As of this moment we are at DEFCON 3 in case the Russians and/or the Chinese decide to get cute. Bombers are scrambled, reaching fail safe points. Silos and subs on standby alert, ready to go. War Operations Plan Response (WOPR) system analyzing situation as we go."

"Excellent, General."

"About the anomaly sir. From looking at the data supplied by the WOPR I noticed several of our submarines and ships have immediately been taken off the roster. Are these to be on a separate operation? Possibly having to do with that anomaly?"

"As before, I can only tell you General that the matter of the anomaly is being handled as an operation separate from yours as we speak. Information, IF ANY, will be forthcoming later.

"For the moment, your job and that of NORAD is to be ready in case our friends from the east, as you say 'decide to get cute'."

"Yes general. Understood and good luck."

"Thank you General, and the same to you. Hopefully, you won't be needing it."

xxxxx

"Altitude, over one five zero kilometers and still rising."

On hearing the confirmation General Scott turned his attention from the earpiece and looked at the questioning gaze of his commander in chief from across the table.

"The go for launch is set sir."

xxxxx


EMERGENCY ACTION MESSAGE:

FROM: NATIONAL MILITARY COMMAND CENTER

TO: U.S.S. LOUISIANA SSBN 743

SUBJECT: NUCLEAR MISSILE LAUNCH

PART THE SECOND

REMARKS: LAUNCH TO COMMENCE IN THREE MINUTES AS OF 0725

Checking his watch against the paper, the captain lifted the mic.

"Weapons, this is the captain. Status."

"Designated tubes and missiles pressurized. Designated missiles ready for launch."

"Set time for launch at exactly ...  97 seconds ... Mark!"

"Mark. Time for launch set aye."

xxxxx

She rose. Gazing about and down at the ebon sphere before her she placed her hands on either side of the orb, concentrating. The moment had come. For untold millennia her time at hand to bring past and present together and unite the alpha and omega. All that came from her would be her again and she would be whole and one and then some, for that other, that he, and her dearest one ... now also to be her.

xxxxx

"Altitude of target at six hundred thirtythree kilometers." (3)

"MIRV separation executed."

A separate wall monitor displayed the tactical readout. The triangles, two groups from the Pacific, others from two areas outside Vladivostok in Siberia, indicating rockets arcing to the target "split" into several more each, multiple warheads spreading in a pattern to encompass the entity.

A "back and forth" between the monitors indicated to the chief exec time was FAST running out. Satellite imaging reavealing that ... THING ... for some reason or other was sprouting ... wings!

"I have no idea what it's doing but I have a feeling we're cutting this pretty close general."

"Close enough sir."

xxxxx

"I do this for you and all dear one ... All will be as at the beginning ... Unity ... oneness ... peace lasting ever and always ... ever and-"

The arcing patterns of light came to her notice.

"These creatures of me ... So determined to survive ... live ... So many wanting yet not wanting ... Can they not? ...

"You desire the same  ... dearest one? ... You prefer the separation and horror that is life? ... It better to live alone yet near than together complete as one? ... This ... your true desire? ...

"Your also true desire ... That one who rejects you yet not? ... You would have her also ... And others who are close of you yet not?

"That two others? ... That cannot be ... She ... they ... can no more return than can
I ... She ... they ... is I and I am she ... they ... as we were from the beginning ... (4)

"Otherwise ... As you would have it ... will be ...

"Goodbye my ... Shinji ...-"


xxxxx

"Martha!?" The president, staring into space, shouted in surprise. "It's been so long ... it can't ... you're-"

"Did you ... See IT!"

"What I saw was-"

Other bewildered shouts and oaths from other members of the gathering of different names or exclamations of surprise, delight or dread emitted.

"This isn't! ... You're ... gone! ... why-"

"No! ... Come back! Please!"

"Oh God no! ... Don't!"

"GENTLEMEN!"

Snapped from the aftermaths of their private Heavens and hells, all in the Situation Room looked to the Chief exec and the two military men at tables' head.

"What ... did we ... ANY of us ... just see?"

Mixed answers from some, others silent.

"I could have sworn it was the Ayanami girl," said Scott.

"Who I saw was-" The President cut himself short.

Most in the room knew. The First Lady left the scene two years before.

"Look!" The colonel exclaimed, pointing. "The tac screen!"

Detonation flashes making the main monitor useless, the secondary tactical readout showing expanding balls of light enveloping the target.

The president slumped in his chair with a heavy, exhausted sigh. Most of the rest following suit.

"I more than think, gentlemen," Lyman started, "that we ... and the rest of the planet ... May have just escaped by less than the skin of our teeth!"

Exclamations of agreement all around.

"Let us pray and thank God that we may have done so."

Looking down, the president noted his counterpart on his monitor.

"Oh ... Vlad ... I see you ... AND Russia ... are still with us."

"Up until now Jordan," in response, "I was a staunch professing atheist. Now am not so sure ..."

"Yes Vlad ... If this was something brought about by man ... One can only wonder what a real almighty GOD can do."

"As you believers say ... 'Our God is an awesome God'."

xxxxx

DATE: Monday 1-4-16

Time: Noon EST

Location: Presidential Emergency Operations Center (PEOC) aka Situation

Room, beneath the White House.

SUMMATION:

"Gentlemen."

Conversations stopping, the various officials and military personel around the large table turned their attention to the President seated at the head.

"As we now more than know," the chief exec began, "a disaster of more than far reaching global magnitude as been averted."

Noddings and murmurs accompanied in response to the opening statement.

"Over the last couple days, more information has reached my desk in regard to last Thursdays' incident. It seems the facts regarding this Human Instrumentality Project were a collective understatement.

"Had the project actually reached its' hoped for, on the part of SEELEs', conclusion, it could very well have spelled the end of the very existence of the human race as our intel informed."

Though those present also knew, a collective gasp released itself among the assembled nonetheless.

"Information from the Japanese Ministry of the Interior confirmed this. It seems they and the JSSDF forces involved in Fridays' military operation, along with us, were mere puppets in a convoluted scheme to implement a so-called 'third impact' to bring about this, for the want of a better word or term, 'unification' of all human consciousness into one. The result of which would have, as some theorists-"

President Lyman nodded toward the two clergymen.

"-claimed ... been the obliteration of the individual ego and personality of every human being on the planet ... An assimilation of all human souls if you will ... into some kind of hive mind or 'oversoul'."

Seeing the affirming looks on the faces of most, the President noted one or two stood out as skeptical.

"Whatever any of you gathered here think ... One thing is for sure. Whatever form the conclusion of SEELEs' plans may have taken place ... Had these fanatics succeeded ...

"None of us ... And I mean ... NONE ... of us ... would be here talking about it right now.

"In fact ... No one anywhere in the world would be talking ... at all ... PERIOD."

Lyman gave a nod toward General Scott.

"General Scott will now appraise us of the current situation.

The military man set down the sheaf of papers he had been reading and panned his gaze about the table. Updates had been coming constantly and he, like the president, had resolved in not missing anything.

"As you know, it is now open season on SEELE and their affiliates. Elements of Japans' JSSDF and National Federal Police have raided UN headquarters in Tokyo 2. We, in turn, have occupied the auxilliary UN offices in Newer York City where most of the UNs' and in turn SEELEs' reserve personnel were operating. What few individuals and offices of the Marduk Corporation scattered in the U.S. and other countries have been arrested and shut down. The respective law enforcement entities of these other countries in complete cooperation.

"As of this moment, Keel Lorenz and several other of the top members of SEELE are still at large. It's only a matter of time before they're found and brought to justice."

Scott turned to his aide de-camp, "Jiggs?"

Colonel Casey continued.

"As was obvious from the start. There was no way to keep a lid on this. Something as literally huge as well as far reaching would have been impossible to conceal. From the sheer visibility in the region to the naked eye as well as independent media coverage from satellite to net... at least  before the now long term ionospheric disturbance caused by the detonation of our and Russias' missiles ... knowledge of the incident was instantaneous to all around the globe.

"Then there was that problem with the collective apparition or apparitions seen around the world by seemingly every individual on Earth just before detonation."

A subdued mood descended on all present. Each contemplated their own individual desire or dread having been almost made manifest.

"It seems our preemptive joint nuclear strike came none too soon. Had another split second had even passed ... well ..."

Casey paused, the pall of solemnity hanging heavy.

"As a result, the next few days brought panic, confusion and even civil unrest across the world. Some countries are still trying to cope with the disruption.

"Here in the United States, civil disruption was at a minimum. With the exception of some areas in our largest cities, the American people have taken this rather well. They are now awaiting answers and due to your most recent executive orders sir," the colonel nodding in the direction of the president, "information is being released to the media almost as fast as we receive it."

"And with that," President Lyman interjected, "we go on to the next step.

"A special joint session of Congress has been called for Wednesday, the 6th, at noon. In it I will address Congress and the nation, giving a summation and appraisal of what will be the then present situation. Subject to change of course, to any new information that will be coming in.

"It will be full ... and I mean FULL ... disclosure. Nothing to be left out. Our people, and the whole world for that matter deserve to know all the facts in regard to what happened. How we were all duped into thinking we were being protected from a menace from outside our world and experience ..."

The chief exec stifled the urge to vent profanity.

"... only to find the whole world and all in it were nothing more than playing pieces in a staged, sick little game played by some super rich and powerful manipulators playing God and trying to gain Heaven of a sorts ... and taking everyone else with them ... maybe ... without taking God into account-"

The President looked about the large table.

"-and certainly," Lyman scoffed, "not asking anyone else whether we wanted it or not, the big hearted favor these maniacs thought they were doing for us!"

All about the table either nodding or pounding its' surface in wholehearted agreement.

"Gentlemen ... If any of us is to go to Heaven ... or hell for that matter ... real or not ... It should be on a handcart of ones' own choosing. NO ONE ... has the right to make that choice for any but himself.

"And THAT ... is going to be the essence of the conclusion of my ... our ... State of the Union Address before Congress and the world this Wednesday."

xxxxx

Date: Wednesday, 1-6-16

Time: 11:55 AM EST

Location: U.S. House of Representatives chamber anteroom, Washington New DC.

Looking at the anterooms' monitors , President Lyman and his entourage noted the packed chamber in semi-disbelief. Not only all Senators and House Reps present, but it seemed as if the whole diplomatic corps of every other nation in attendance as well. Not only the galleries packed but huge crowds outside, overflowing from the mall to several blocks beyond.

Preliminary reports indicated every form of electronic media communication, from what was disrupted satellite communications left, TV/radio, cable, net, etc. to have hit all time records. People from all over the world including the most isolated far reaches of habitation were, with one form of media or another, waiting on the words to be spoken in New D.C. at deadline noon.

As more information of the past conflict became publicly known, the more answers the world population demanded. The purpose and meaning of what many were calling "The Angel War" and its' culmination of several days past as "3 I Day".

Why did it happen and just what and how many were the sides in that convoluted conflict and just where they really stood?

And what of the actual remaining "veterans" of that war? Two young people found and identified on the shores of Tokyo 3 some distance from the rapidly decaying, irradiated remains of that colossal, semi-corporeal, homunculus. Found in a catatonic state, whisked away, held for treatment. The few other survivors, NERV and JSSDF in the outskirt remains of Tokyo 3, held for questioning.

The President resolved on full disclosure and the people of the world were going to get it.

Looking out at the soon to be mounted podium, President Jordan Lyman turned to Senator Ray Clark, longtime friend and confidante.

"Last minute thoughts Jord?" Inquired the senator. "Hell of a way to start off the last year of your second term."

"I was wondering ... ," the president paused, "what Truman might have been thinking back in July of '45."

"He was only hoping to end the war quickly. And you had to act much faster and sooner than he."

"I know ... He had no idea of the power of that comparatively small device and what it could do then ... or how it would affect the future ... Yet ...

"Ray. I am the second U.S. president in history ever to order a nuclear strike on another country. And on the same people, Ray. THE SAME PEOPLE!"

It had been a horrendous week past. The senator knew of the strain his friend had been under. He had been over this with him more than once the past few days.

Yet in spite of the fact the warheads detonated on the edge of space and not on Japan itself, of his and others reassurances, including private messages from both the Japanese Prime Minster and the Emperor himself, Jordan Lymans' misgivings stayed with him.

"Just what does that make me, Ray? What does that-"

"Ladies and gentlemen," the Speaker of the House began his intro. Deadline noon. "Members of Congress, distinguished guests ... The people of the world ...

"The President of the United States!"

Not only enthusiastic applause but also more than exuberant cheering, thunderously reverberated thoughout the chamber and off it's walls and seemingly off the sky outside.

Senator Clark gave his reply.

"I think sir ... that answers your question."

END


Storyline (only) copyright © 12-6-15 C V Ford

NOTES:

1. ECOMCON - Emergency Communications Control - A fictitious clandestine military organisation formed to implement a military coup d 'etat against the U.S. government in the film/book Seven Days In May by Fletcher Knebel and Charles W. Bailly II. In this story I have it as a pro-system organisation keeping an eye on SEELE/NERV.

You may have wondered why I substituted characters from this book/film for our present administration. I happen to like the film immensely. That and I find the possibility of our current administration attributing 2nd/3rd Impact and Instrumentality to work place violence and global warming/climate change to be ludicrous.

2. Joseph C. Grew was actually ambassador to Japan before the Second World War. I thought it more fitting to have an "Ambassador Grew" mentioned in the story than the actual present one, Caroline Kennedy, who when arriving at her post said something to the effect of, wanting to speak with Emperor Hirohito. Emperor Hirohito died in 1989. Oops!

3. In End of Evangelion the announcer at Nerv states the altitude of the geofront and Rei/Lillith at 220,000 kilometers. She then states "Now entering F Layer". 220,000k is more than halfway to the moon. The ionospheres' F Layer ranges from 150 kilometers daytime to 500 at night. The depiction of Rei/Lillith rising above the atmosphere seems to rule out almost a quarter million kilometers and more in being with the ionospheres' F Layer. Therefore I put Rei/Lilliths' "height" above 500 k.

4. The "she they" Rei/Lillith is referring to is Rei, and through Rei, Yui.

ITEM 1:

Films inspiring this story;

1. Neon Genesis Evangelion (Tetsunoko Production/Gainax, 1995)

Wikipedia article on series here.

Trailer to series (ADV) here.

2. End of Evangelion (Production IG/Gainax/Toei, 1997)

Wikipedia article on film here.

Trailer to film here.

3. Two really great fan made trailers on Neon Genesis/End of Evangelion here and here.

4. Seven Days In May (Seven Arts/Paramount Pictures, 1964)

Wikipedia article on film here. en,wikipedia,org/wiki/Seven_Days_in_May

Trailer to film here.

5. Crimson Tide (Buena Vista Pictures/Hollywood Pictures/Simpson - Bruckheimer, 1995)

Wikipedia article on film here.

Trailer to film here.

6. WarGames (United Artists/UAA Films/Sherwood Productions, 1983)

Wikipedia article on film here.

Trailer to film here.

ITEM 2:

According to most Evangelion timelines, Third Impact/Human Instrumentality is to take place on or about New Years Eve/Day 2016! Neon Genesis Evangelion/End of Evangelion was aired about 20 years ago and 2016 seemed far away then. IT IS NOW BUT A FEW SHORT DAYS AWAY.

A recent peek at Amazon dot com revealed the English dub of Evangelion 3.33 on disc will be released "sometime after Christmas". Other looks revealed it to be in February 2016. Yeah ... lotsa' luck with that. It would serve Funimation right if Human Instrumentality was a fact and was implemented on schedule before I get to see that flick!

So, come New Years, be prepared to be looking over your shoulder for a certain floating, blue haired, albino adolescent and/or your deepest desire or dread.

So ... Who/what do you want Rei to appear as when she comes for you? ... Hmmm? ...

For me, probably as a fondly remembered girlfriend from long ago. I won't stand a chance!

You gonna' git tanged!

SPLAT!

... burble ... burble ...

She's comin' ta git ya geek boy!

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Friday, December 4, 2015

FDR Declares War on Japan



FDR Declares War On Japan


With December 7 coming up, I thought I'd post this:


Mr. Vice President, Mr. Speaker, Members of the Senate, and of the House of Representatives:

Yesterday, December 7th, 1941 -- a date which will live in infamy -- the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.

The United States was at peace with that nation and, at the solicitation of Japan, was still in conversation with its government and its emperor looking toward the maintenance of peace in the Pacific.

Indeed, one hour after Japanese air squadrons had commenced bombing in the American island of Oahu, the Japanese ambassador to the United States and his colleague delivered to our Secretary of State a formal reply to a recent American message. And while this reply stated that it seemed useless to continue the existing diplomatic negotiations, it contained no threat or hint of war or of armed attack.

It will be recorded that the distance of Hawaii from Japan makes it obvious that the attack was deliberately planned many days or even weeks ago. During the intervening time, the Japanese government has deliberately sought to deceive the United States by false statements and expressions of hope for continued peace.

The attack yesterday on the Hawaiian islands has caused severe damage to American naval and military forces. I regret to tell you that very many American lives have been lost. In addition, American ships have been reported torpedoed on the high seas between San Francisco and Honolulu.

Yesterday, the Japanese government also launched an attack against Malaya.

Last night, Japanese forces attacked Hong Kong.

Last night, Japanese forces attacked Guam.

Last night, Japanese forces attacked the Philippine Islands.

Last night, the Japanese attacked Wake Island.

And this morning, the Japanese attacked Midway Island.

Japan has, therefore, undertaken a surprise offensive extending throughout the Pacific area. The facts of yesterday and today speak for themselves. The people of the United States have already formed their opinions and well understand the implications to the very life and safety of our nation.

As Commander in Chief of the Army and Navy, I have directed that all measures be taken for our defense. But always will our whole nation remember the character of the onslaught against us.

No matter how long it may take us to overcome this premeditated invasion, the American people in their righteous might will win through to absolute victory.

I believe that I interpret the will of the Congress and of the people when I assert that we will not only defend ourselves to the uttermost, but will make it very certain that this form of treachery shall never again endanger us.

Hostilities exist. There is no blinking at the fact that our people, our territory, and our interests are in grave danger.

With confidence in our armed forces, with the unbounding determination of our people, we will gain the inevitable triumph -- so help us God.

I ask that the Congress declare that since the unprovoked and dastardly attack by Japan on Sunday, December 7th, 1941, a state of war has existed between the United States and the Japanese empire.



You Tube link to abbreviated video of speech here.

Pathe newsreel on Pearl Harbor here including footage taken from a captured documentary. Special effects were done by Eiji Tsuburaya. They were convincing enough for some to at first believe it was actual combat footage.

Mr. Tsuburaya is best known for his FX work on many of Tohos' sci-fi films including the Godzilla franchise.


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Tuesday, November 24, 2015

A Few Pics and a "Quibcag"

I am NOT an infidel. I was never an adherent to your krap to begin with.


A Few Pics and a "Quibcag"


It's a busy holiday season so I just thought I'd post a few pics I picked up while cruising the net. Enjoy! Quibcag means "Quote Introduced by Cute Anime Girl", a graphic phenomenon found on the Ex-Army blog, one of which I cribbed for the end of this article. Mr. Traven and I share the same dim view of that cult our erstwhile government and media seem so keen on importing.


No caption needed.


If he was American I'd vote for him! Maybe I will anyway.
Got this pic from Armands' Rancho Del Cielo blog.



I always liked Puella Magi Madoka Magicas' Homura Akemi character (See graphic above.). She supplements her power to stop time with conventional weaponry. I liked the scene where she halts time and goes to the locker room of a Yakuza hangout. There, she appropriates a 12 guage, two .45s and ammo. The next scene has her reading up on how to make pipe bombs. I like this kid! Her throwing the pin instead of the grenade has me wondering though.


Mr. Travens' Ex-Army blog main page here.

Mr. Vaquers' Rancho Del Cielo blog main page here.

My Puella Magi Madoka Magica article here.

Wikipedia article on the show here.

Remove Kebab! here. Can't vouch for the quality though. And what's with the old coot with the cup and headphones?

Even Madoka, Homura and Sayaka agree. Remove Kyubey here.

Good grief! There's even a Touhou version. Here.


NO MORE BROTHERS WARS


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