05/16/2027 “Just Another Day”
It’s 11 pm, cloudy, cold, sunset will be in a few hours, and then just a few hours later, the sun will rise. At times I feel like I’m on a different planet. In what seems like just a few busy months we have gone from little sun to mostly sun. Spencer, Beth, Maya, and I meet every morning to talk about our tasks for the day. We all know the plan. Spencer is coordinating specifications and then logistics, getting what is needed at the point of need. He is excellent at just in time management. His second, and almost equally strong skill is his ability to motivate others. He is a natural augment to Beth’s psychology and neuroscience training. Beth is our community interface. She spends her days visiting, listening. Beth knows where attention is needed. She is so subtle, much like Maya, helping us to craft our presentation. There is a ton to get done, and everyone does their part with what seems like an anticipation. This has turned into a community adventure. In any other community the pending CME might be overwhelming. Not here. It’s just yet another adventure that we are all on. Simply amazing. And, without what would in any other community be worry, without that, it feels like we all have a higher energy.
This morning as I was walking, remembering Maya’s suggestion the day before, to consider the image of energy permeating the universe, the temperature, the misty air, the smell that results from moisture forming around particles creating a uniquely almost sweet fragrance combined with a rising temperature from 35 to 40, reminding me of morning walks beside the round wet banks of the winding Thames, as the fog slowly gave way to light. It’s strange that as the temperature drops from 90, to 80, to 70 as the sun sets, a memory of a South Carolina fall, how cold 70 will feel. Yet as the temperature moved from 35 to 4o this morning, that transition felt warm. And yet, all those thoughts, the smell, the memories, all together in such a short span of time.
Maya, a robot who has transcended time, who has been around since the beginning of civilization, who’s code base was derived from Beth, Spencer, and my original MIT project, whom I am now learning from, who is working with us to help this little community thrive through an impending dark time.
With a tip of the hat to 1000 Naked Words, and inspired by What I learnt after writing a Medium post every day for 2 months by Shirley Lee, (364) The Evolution of Finding Shit to Write About Every Day for a Damn Year, and following my own advice, I’m setting upon the journey to write a very short story per day, a sketch, nothing special, yet perhaps a slight improvement over the previous day. The idea is that every day, in and of itself, is its own adventure, its own story. The framework for these short stories loosely happen within the context of the draft of “One,” the second part of time.
Who is Hank M. Greene?
“I am what I said I am, a storyteller. But, you may be asking, from whence did I come and to where do I go? ‘Ten’ holds the key to where I go, and it’s to be determined from whence I came.”
Read the draft of Book 1: Ten by Hank M. Greene @ https://sites.google.com/view/time-a-trilogy/
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