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Wulfgar010's internal log, entry 75329:I decided to trust the Princess and her playfellows; I could not shake the feeling that Lady Eboshi knew something about that long-ago night in Japan, that I'd spent with a lovely lass, and how I'd lost my lucky wolfskin cloak.
The Princess, regardless of her reputation in the Intel Community, had not played us false...that I or Zero could detect; she'd actually seemed to have tried her damndest to be of help. To us, and to my Sword-Brother, Richard; she'd even brought that notorious killer, Ivan Leopold, to heel.
I had evidence on him, if ever I needed to use it, that he'd been involved with the long-dead, hunchbacked, flipper-pawed, batrachian freak known as Discord, who'd almost been the death of RBB, and others, inThe Longest Fall.
I showed off the physical evidence, the ScotIntel technology that we'd found at the scene in Kamchatka, Vancouver, and Rockefeller University.
And the coded transmissions that Zero had intercepted from the Black Star, between ScotIntel, British Intelligence, and the Canadian Maritimes.
The maker's stamp on some of the ScotIntel devices, that indicated that it had been manufactured in New Brunswick.
Zero, after some prodding, also laid out the discovery of the laptop, its attendant sticky notes, along with maps of old rum-runner's roads in the Northern Maine area that Namagomi had annotated in her files, and Hairhead's message, that we had yet to finish pursuing.
Lady Eboshi's stern yet pretty face clenched into a disfiguring scowl, showing off a few until-then hidden scars. She caught herself, and resumed her previous calm mask.
"The man is a villian, and a knave, and a rogue; he is a menace to all who cross his crooked path. This One's experience, and that of Master timmy, is a perfect example of that. The Brotherhood is still in disarray.
This One would recommend that his little prank be disregarded."
Ivan spoke up: "I would tend to agree with This One-err, Lady Eboshi, Friend Wulfgar.
HairHead is not to be trusted.
A sick, shallow individual, he does nothing but amuse himself by toying with the fates of others, like the wicked Tsars and Tsarinas of Old Russia."
I was somewhat surprised when I heard Zero speak...
"Not neccessarily; while he IS somewhat...deranged, from Wulfgar's account of his own discussion with the Professor, Bernstein seemed convinced of HairHead's own shock, and sorrow at Namagomi's death.
Now, while the Professor's capacity for self-delusion is...less-than-finite, I would postulate that his exposure to HairHead and his methods would have rendered him somewhat immune to to deception by HairHead."
"Just WHAT do you mean, his ‘capacity for self-delusion is...less-than-finite', BUSTER?"
The Princess was quivering with anger.
"I think that you would ken my meaning, ‘Princess', particularly where The Community is concerned", Zero opined blandly.
The Princess stiffened at the mention of The Community, short for ‘The Commumity Of The Created"...
At the end of the 20th Century, ‘The Community' was slowly revealing itself; clones, artificial intelligence devices, cyborgs, mutations, and ... other manipulations of science, who had begun to reject their creators.
Those whose quests and questions into and about cloning, genetic manipulation, machine intelligence, and bionic replacement and enhancement, had created...dilemmas, both forseen and unforseen, physical, moral, and societal.
The..offspring of their intellect...had begun gathering, in little enclaves, ghettos, inner-city war-zones, and hidden wilderness retreats.
Their wish? To be, by and large, treated as equals, brothers and sisters, at the least fellow sentients.
Some sought political recognition, such as the Dophin Lobby. Even now, Sea World was at a standstill due to strikes masterminded by the Cetacean Hegemony.
The World Court was due to rule on their petition to be recognized as a true Nation.
Bill Gates hadn't been seen for months, due to actions taken by a sentient software product Microsoft's R & D Division inadvertantly created.
Serves the bastard right, for Windows alone.
For the most part, however, The Community was as impotent as Ross Perot on saltpeter.
Zero and Monica, our missing female sib, had been somewhat active in the cause of The Community's political agenda, much to ScotIntel's disapproval.
Myself, I didn't care for that pseudo-Hippie garbage. I had a job to do. Or so I'd thought...
Ther were darker elements involved, like the Old Men who'd faked JFK's death, so that he and Marilyn Monroe could raise their love-child in relative obscurity in the South of France.
They'd supplied a force-grown clone, murdered for the occasion, to be used in the autopsy.
Lee Oswald had been an old drinking buddy of Teddy's, who'd been convinced to go along...
Charles Manson was a defective Hitler-clone that had escaped confinement...and Gerald Ford was a genetically manipulated body (with the brain of a rabbit) that had been grown to Richard Nixon's specifications.
He had been an early proponent of illegal, secret, and immoral experimentation utilising human tissues.
That's also how he got his children.
Checkers was actually his son...
(To be continued...)
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