28th July 2007

In a small single story shack somewhere in the dessert due west of Sacramento California USA a small malevolent man has just completed what he considers to be a ‘particularly elegant piece of coding’. He reckons it is now time to get the show on the road and taps the enter key on his laptop keyboard to install the patch and initiate an equally malevolent piece of software. The programmer has lived alone and worked in this shack for close to six years, grafting away, day after day only leaving once a week to drive to the local town 20 miles away to stock up on provisions and then eagerly rushing back to be with his beloved creation.

Years ago he was a big shot, head of a whole floor of programmers in an impressive glass structure of a building. He had money, cars, a house by the ocean and a sail boat, and most of all he had respect, he ruled his kingdom. The even bigger shots who owned the company that he worked for allowed him his eccentricities because he was a genius, a star, he was mega. He created software that earned billions for them, he drove his team of programmers relentlessly to the point of self destruction and then he tossed them aside and found fresher younger blood to replace their spent brains. This savage use of personnel earned him a fearful reputation within the industry and an equally fearful name – Phobos.

Now Phobos sits in his two room shack in the desert, the money has long gone, the girls up and left when the bailiffs moved in, the respect dissolved when he was discarded by his superiors just as he had discarded so many before him. Phobos very rarely speaks to others – he prefers his own company speaking to himself constantly, even when he is in the presence of others he prefers to talk to himself commenting on the world and its occupants as if he is a scientist studying specimens in a Petri dish. He never smiles, but on this occasion he does allow himself a smirk of self satisfaction as he looks upon his creation on the LCD screen, his baby, as he calls it, and now with the press of a key he has sent his child out into the ether to grow and develop.

“This is so not gonna make me popular,” Phobos says to Phobos “and then some.” he added wiping cola from his unshaven chin as it dribbles down from his mouth onto his fat belly to join a montage of food and drink stains on a faded t shirt. “Time to sleep” he concludes. Phobos lifts himself from his chair and walks the 3 paces to his bed and allows himself to fall face down on the yellowed stinking cotton sheets only pausing to fart before falling asleep.

Over on the workstation his laptop screen turns from red to a relaxing blue as the software weaves its wonder interlacing its digital tendons into the complex tapestry of cosmos.
“Happy journey my baby – happy journey” snorts Phobos from his slumbers.

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I wrote the above after visiting Phobos some months after the car crash, he was unaware that i was in his home and i was only in his presence for maybe 5 minutes - as is usually when i am taken on these journeys i have no control of my destination and the actual journey is over in a blink of the eye. Phobos is truly a repulsive man looking like the uglier brother of uncle Fester..... sorry i am gonna have to finish now my head is just throbbing - i will pick this up at a later date...

Today is again today

Yes i know that the previous posts may appear to be the ramblings of a complete lunatic but please just stick with me. I know exactly how you feel as it has taken me over a year to come to terms with the reality of my situation, i went through a period of thinking everything that happened to me was chemically induced by all the drugs i have been taking to aid my recovery from the car crash and to help me sleep (yes the car crash did happen - how i wish i could state otherwise). I have now knocked the drugs on the head - well most of them i still need the odd painkiller to numb the pain in my left leg but having dispensed with the majority it is clear that my experiences are not drug induced. Insanity is always a possibility but i have now discounted this due to several factors and my experiments with postings from different eras, i realise that none of the tests i have done would stand up to exacting scientific study not least because i am subject and studier and control. My main reasoning for my beliefs are 3 separate occurrences that all happened on the 28th July 2007 at exactly 09.02.00. From that single point in time my life along with several others has become entwined throughout the cosmos stretching back before the birth of the universe and forwards way beyond its death.

Welcome to the 17th century

Ok i think i am safe for now - and i appear to have reestablished connection. the text may be a little shaky and the spelling even worse because i am using my wifi mp4 to get this posted - this hopefully will enable me to prove to myself and others that i am not insane and that i am definitely for whatever reason being cast out into the void and deposited randomly into differant times and terrifying situations.

If i am not insane this post should be up on my blog when i return to the present.......have to go i an hear something moving in the bushes behind me.

trans_end: "aurora" 11.49 17/05/1682

No idea when i am

i have been taken again _ ihave no idea where i am....@SomeThiNg comming....need to hide

-trans. stopped: "aurora" pro9

30th July 2007

I start to drift in and out of consciousness, i am heavily sedated to help ease both the physical and emotional pain. My left leg is broken and i have 2nd degree burns to most of the left side of my body, they extend from my calf up my leg and torso - my left hand and forearm are badly burned and bandaged as is my face which is also covered with a dressing so i have no idea of how i look, all i know is that it hurts like hell. In this haze of drugs the nightmares come and visit me, i see my family as they were before the car crash - i see them burning - i see them plead with me to stop the torture and put out the flames and then i see others, people who are strangers to me, dark and disturbing beings, malformed and evil. They beckon me towards......

28th July 2007

Just another normal day in the Parks household, mum is upstairs shouting at Lilly my sister to get off the phone and get ready, dad is in the car listening to Terry Wogan and occasionally revving the engine and i am in the kitchen watching Lorraine Kelly chunter on about herbs or herpes or something. Dad is dropping me off at my holiday job and then taking Lilly and mum to the station they are going shopping in Leeds i think he then plans to visit his golf club and loose a few balls in the rough. But as usual we are running late.

Eventually we all get in the car and head off towards the bypass, dad is several shades of red and mum is still not sure that she is wearing the correct outfit for the day and Lilly is in a stress about the fact that dad won't buy her a new mobi - the time is 8 : 59 am.

Approximately 200 heartbeats later i am laying in the gutter my head smashed into a curbstone my left leg horribly twisted unable to move looking back at the burning wreckage of our family car. Within the fireball through the smoke blackened shattered rear window i can just make out the silhouettes of dad, mum and Lilly writhing and twisting in the flames as they char, crackle and cook . 10 heartbeats later my mother perishes followed within a beat by my dad and then Lilly is gone...................

Beginning or End

To the casual reader this blog may at first seem confusing as the dates of posting may not be the actual dates of the events described, in some instances the differential may only be a matter of days in others years or decades. As you will discover when you read on i have absolutely no control of when or where i appear. There are only 3 facts that right now i know to be true....



1 - I have never been so terrified and alone as i am right now.



2 - I will endeavour to post blogs whenever Aurora allows me to do so and when i can gain secure access to the web.



3 - Time travel sucks