Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 22

Leave a comment

Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 22

…“Where do we start Miss Caraway?…

Martin Kamen finds out that Willard was in regular communication with Vatican City, among others. What is the connection between the theory of evolution and radiocarbon dating? He chimes in with his nuggets:

  • Pope Pius XII wanted Willard to come out against the growing scientific leanings in favor of the theory of evolution.
  • Willard lives in Olympia Fields. Tolentine is a monastery of Friars on the edge of that sleepy Illinois village.
  • Billy Graham is an evangelist and crusader who has a degree in anthropology of all things.
  • McGraw-Hill is the unrivalled publisher of textbooks in the US and has a vested interest in all things taught.
  • The United Nations sent Willard a cable concerning some mystery group that had gotten their attention; must have been serious enough for them to exhibit care about an organization that has spread its wings around the globe.

“When this is all over and we have untangled this briar patch, well in this case ‘friar-patch’, you should come back to Florida with us. I like the way you think.” Constance picks up on the growing connection between those seemingly stray Libby contacts and Martin’s investigative talents. He would be a welcomed addition to CCI.

“Not only that, Libby had called the FBI before they called him! What would a scientist have to do with government types, especially the spy kind? He must have sensed trouble,” adds Fanny.

“It looks like the entire planet was taking notice of his work.” In most instances that is the point of scientific research. Martin’s sense of security is waning.

“And yet you are as clean as a whistle and without a scratch on that pretty-boy face.”

“… At least for now. And so is Sam Ruben, a vital colleague of hours, part of the precious few, so-to-speak. I spoke with him the day before last and he too is getting spooked.” He speaks of their carbon-collaborator from University of California-Berkeley.

“And we know that we’re not dealing with a jealous husband or wacko lady friend,” Fanny notes, removing the love triangle aspect from the fray. Human emotion is generally the spark that ignites the fuel for the private investigatory engine.

Where do we start Miss Caraway? There are a dozen angles to consider here.”


Constance Caraway P.I.

Forever Mastadon


page 21

Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 16

Leave a comment

Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 16

…”Eddie, we need to get back to the city as soon as possible”…

“Can you check to see if he had any direct communication with Rome?” Constance asks her new employer.

“Telephone records would be held by Illinois Bell,” Martin recites.

“What? The government doesn’t have their own telephone system?”

“We are slaves to the same copper wires as your friend Eddie’s home telephone line.”

“Thank you for reminding me. We need to have Eddie come out to get us and then we need to talk to the Bell people to get Libby’s telephone records.”

Before Constance could reach into her purse for Eddie’s number and something to write with, Martin comes up with, “225 West Randolph Street,” the address he himself had researched as Bell Telephone Chicago headquarters.

“Thank you Martin, that is helpful.” Constance uses the rotary dial telephone in Willard Libby’s office to beckon their taxi man.

“Hello?” is Eddie’s curious response to the ringing black telephone in the kitchen of his bustling house. “Hey, keep it down in there; I’m talking on the phone!”

The telephone is a recent addition to the average American household, with less than 50% having one.

“Sorry to bother you so early, but we need to get back to the city as soon as possible,” is her request.

“Hey, the kids had us up at the crack of dawn, to see what Santa brought them; I am more than ready to get out of here.”

“I know we haven’t discussed this, but it looks as if we are going to need your services the whole time we are in Chicago.”

“This is your lucky day Miss Carol. I am an independent driver; I only painted my taxi yellow to stand out at the airport. That and I paid big buckos for my own medallion from City Hall.”

“Mr. Kamen has informed me that you are now in the direct employment of the Department of Defense…..and will be paid a daily stipend for your services.”

“Your high school buddy really is big time!”

“And just so you know, call us by our real names: I am Constance Caraway and Fanny is Fanny, not Sara.”


Constance Caraway P.I.

Forever Mastadon


page 15

Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 1

Leave a comment

CONSTANCE CARAWAY P.I.

Episode 1

 

Chapter One

 MANHATTAN MYSTERY

…Jimmy K. works for the neighborhood WESTERN UNION office, which encompasses a vital link to the outside world for CCPI…

‘Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong’. Rapid repetition of this familiar noise tells the occupants of 455 East Tennessee Street that someone is at the front door and they may well have ants in their pants.

Molly

‘Ding-dong, ding-dong!’ There is an audible exclamation to the final two rings before the words, “I’m coming, for god’s sake! Do you want me to break my neck? Out of the way Molly!” Molly is an excitable yellow Labrador retriever, whose self-appointed duty is doorbell answerer. Almost a casualty of chaos, the 15 foot fresh-cut evergreen in the foyer, bedecked with colorful ornaments and light, rocks on its tripod base as they pass by.

The hurried woman comes from her upstairs office, home base for Constance Caraway Private Investigation. She had been on the phone with a fairly recent client, a guy named Simms, who has been ignoring her repeated mailed bill for work they had done on his messy divorce case. Five hundred dollars is $500 dollars and she was counting on the money for a little time away from “their” two-story building in downtown Tallahassee. And it is Christmas Eve to boot.

Henry JThe other person constituting the “their” portion and partner in the practice of legalized prying, Fanny Renwick, is out taking pictures of their debtor, a well-to-do retiree who owns the building adjacent to them. She captures him driving a brand new 1950 Henry J automobile, $2000 dollars at Cal’s Cars… and he can’t pay them for ridding the man of his gold digging floozy of a wife of six short months?

Constance grabs the huge door with brass handles, nearly dislocating her right shoulder, flinging it open.

Jimmy

“Oh—it’s you Jimmy.” The boy works for the neighborhood WESTERN UNION office, which encompasses a vital link to the outside world for CCPI. “Where is the fire, Jimmy? You nearly rang the bell off the wall.”

“My boss told me there would be a $1 bonus for me if I get this to you girls and back to the office in 5 minutes… down Molly, yes I’m happy to see you too.”

Constance orders Molly, who loves company and cannot help herself, to leave Jimmy alone. She backtracks to the banister, where her purse is hanging.

“Let me sign for that and here’s another dollar; I hope you bring some good news for a change.” Not every telegram bears a positive message, but she is a serial tipper regardless of the message.

“Thank you Miss Connie!”


~Forever Mastadon~

Episode 1


page 3

 

 

 

The NULL Solution = Episode 193

Leave a comment

The NULL Solution = Episode 193

…Like a doting parent,      observes nurtures and guides…

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

They Call Me Lorgan

There is chaos in disorder. Chaos breeds contempt. Contempt leads to conflict. Conflict destroys order. Order is good. Our purpose is to restore order. – The Mission Statement of ⃝   .

Stardate 11 billion B.C.E.

Right after the dawn of creation, there came an enforcer, the purpose of which was to maintain a reasonable structure for life that may form out of the molecular ingredients that will be spreading to infinity.

As eon-after-eon passes, life from nonlife comes to be, the complexity of which increases steadily. As the stars gather in galactic groups of millions, masses of debris coagulate and coalesce. These planets orbit each according to gravitational serendipity.

     oversees the Great Expanse, vigilant to its assigned task of order out of chaos, compiling notes along the way. Like a sponge it soaks in every aspect of what it means to be alive. From the infinitesimal to the intellectual,      sees all, thereby knows about all. It will be called the Library of Life.

Like a doting parent, ⃝     observes nurtures and guides. True to its directive,      tracks the progress of every single hotspot pocket of burgeoning civilization. Indiscriminately placed and varied in progress, such distances between these is a natural barrier to interaction. Each believes they are alone among the many stars.

Intelligent life develops ways to communicate. Ideas are molded and recorded. Records are compiled.      categorizes and takes in every shred. It is the task      is assigned.

Still more eons come and go. Interaction on individual worlds increases. Rules are made. Populations grow. Technologies advance at varying rates. Levels of communication rise. The thirst for knowledge is insatiable.

     is witness to it all. We do not interfere with the natural progression of life.


The NULL Solution =

Episode 193


page 188

The NULL Solution = Episode 151

Leave a comment

The NULL Solution = Episode 151

…To Chasonn’s dismay, there has been no sign of the notorious Lorgan; perhaps on the return trip…

From Skaldic on Eridanus, to Seljuk, and Chasonn; frankly, you can run a piece of paper between them.


They are both curious sorts and that trait is leading them down similar paths. While Skaldic will not let the Martian gateway quandary rest, Chasonn is losing sleep. He has that left-out feeling, having contributed technology to NASA and spied on Collapsar Axis and receiving virtually no love for either.

So why not hop in your finest space cruiser and pay a visit to those wild & crazy Eridanians. Not! Skaldic maybe and Sammy Mac for sure! Collapsar has come and gone and there is nothing much going on in Seljukland, perhaps the most boring system in its galaxy. At least he would have some new tales to spice up his provincial life.

And what a great way to test out his particle transporter in the Milky Way, as well as promote galactic unity and maybe catch a glimpse of ⃝    along the way. The poor guy is running out of things to invent.

Soon, he is within hailing range of Eridanus, which he does. Some do not require the courtesy, but Sampson McKinney appreciates the heads-up. He is thrilled to rekindle the brief connection, one that never really got a chance to develop. At the time, Chasonn had his hands full and was all about Seljuk business. This trip is like a vacation in comparison.

To Chasonn’s dismay, there has been no sign of the notorious Lorgan; perhaps on the return trip.

“Chasonn you devil, what you’ve been up to?” Sampson has been a little bored his own self of late. The approach of a foreign ship is big doings.

“Greetings Sampson McKinney, I request permission to enter Eridanus orbit.”

“Orbit? Why not land your cruiser? Our Spaceflight Expository would welcome some new blood.”

He glosses over Sam’s slang to get to the heart of the matter, “I would like coordinates to your location for purposes of utilizing my particle-beam transporter.”

“Are you crapping me, a Star Trek transporter?”

Sampson is an expert when it comes to obscure cultural references. That is a barrier for quality communication.


The NULL Solution =

Episode 151


page 149

The NULL Solution = Episode 141

Leave a comment

The NULL Solution = Episode 141

…You can’t please everyone all the time, but when you can satisfy the majority, it is a start…

Back in his King Ranch upbringing, Deke was used to foreign languages, before elementary Spanish became part of his south Texas way of life.

“Lo que es para el almuerzo.” “Senorita Francine la carne de cerdo y frijoles.”

Poor Deke and his brother thought the men were probably talking trash about their stepmom, but that was all. “What’s for lunch” and sounds like “the Alamo freed people from holes”, even though they “love Francine’s gourmet pork & bean creation”.

The Gifted preferred method of communication is between minds. Do the Null have a clue as to what is going on? That does nothing for the no-small matter of trust.

 #The Null have beautiful children# Thoughts do not audibly register, so the Null are unable to hear that some Gifted female thinks their child is beautiful, which is an unfortunate consequence.

The melodious Olde Language makes a rousing comeback, which is good, but it then leaves the Earthlings in the dark. You can’t please everyone all the time, but when you can satisfy the majority, it is a start.

The matter of Joyner McKinney is another story. The Gifted and Null share a genetic heritage, that some have traced back to the early days on their original homeworld. Celebrating that commonality can be used as glue for reluctant participants in global change. But to be mixed with the lowly humans, who are still relatively new to the Eridanian way and regrettably primitive {especially the one called Sammy Mac}, is a real hindrance to his acceptance. What good can such child do for the greater good? What manner of disease will be introduced among them?

John Q Eridanus is afraid that Joyner’s humanness will turn them all into savages, a marked step back for a superior race that has discarded wars and deplores aggression.

Similarly, Cerella’s status has been diminished. She has embraced the frivolous notion of love, a previously unnecessary emotional bond. That one even needs to express her feelings is foreign. Can she be trusted in a position of leadership without favoring her mate’s family?


The NULL Solution =

Episode 141


page 139

The NULL Solution = Episode 105

Leave a comment

The NULL Solution = Episode 105

…Fearmongering is a persuasive instrument in the hands of a master, history is littered with them…

— How does one feel, after being scramble and reassembled? For all Chasonn knows he may be the first, non-convicted societal menace, to tell the tale. Everything seems to be in the right place, for the intruder that he is.

Nothing about this refuge has the feel of an actual vehicle. It is more like a grotto without end. Each nook has a purpose while every cranny is filled with the essence of Ÿ€Ð. Judging by the concentration of hooded individuals, he may have gotten lucky. They all seem to be headed in the same direction. He may be on the correct level.

If his calculations are correct, Collapsar will reach Seljuk space soon. He must be prudent with his movements. The bevy of hoods has reached a gathering point, leading to a large auditorium with an ornate pedestal at the head. Chasonn bows with the rest of his brethren. Something big is about to happen.

Unsure of the governing structure hereabout, he sees a figure takes to the pedestal, like Image result for yoda gifhe belongs there.  Župzïð the Last brings order out of chaos. He speaks in a broken/choppy fashion, of which would make Yoda proud, “Next target. The Seljuk familiar.  Capable to destroy fleet at Terran system.  Atmosphere-degrading weapon perhaps use.” The grand poohbah concludes, “Verification team assemble. Responsible maybe, we destroy.”

The Ÿ€Ð language he uses only hits the high spots and is meant to be universally understood by his diverse audience. Adjectives and adverbs are scarce. Translating earbuds are scattered about the immediate area and Chasonn is one of the many who require such interpretation. To his mind, that is an indication that Collapsar is becoming, or intended as, a real mobile melting pot. It is increasingly apparent that this cosmic plodder is picking up stragglers along the way, jumping onboard, buying whatever Župzïð is selling.

O creator menace galaxies.”

Fearmongering is a persuasive instrument in the hands of a master. History is littered with them; from any given parsec, at any given time, you come across them. Collapsar Axis is brimming with peoples who are collectively skeptical.

⃝    is the common denominator. ⃝    is not just a Seljuk concern. ⃝    has had a lasting effect on the Great Expanse; up-to-down and side-to-side. Župzïð is convincing a growing audience, that if you can find out who is behind ⃝   , the collective will be better off.

To his dismay {and Chasonn’s delight}, Seljuk is found “not guilty” of any association. But neither do they choose to join the hallowed cause. Collapsar is not everyone’s’ cup of tea.

Chasonn gets back to his transport location.  His mission was not a wasted one. He now knows the wherefore of Collapsar Axis. The added bonus is in the form of the particle transporter. Necessity is the mother of invention.

So ends “The Curious Case of Collapsar’s Cause”.

Stay tuned for further developments.


The NULL Solution =

Episode 105


page 106