Tashman Dream: C.E.O. finally got me

Another Tashman Technologies dream-

I was on a "business trip" in Florida for Tashman. I recall being in various different motels trying to get 5 separate projects done. It was pretty stressful. I had the impression I was doing these jobs because CEO was somewhere else.

I was worried about not having all of the receipts for my expense report, in addition to trying to do the projects by myself with no support. There was one instance where I had to make a command decision, since I was unable to get a hold of anyone to help.

When I returned to headquarters (which was actually my mother's condo in Tamarac, albeit with different scenery) Christina, the Genie in the Bottle and CEO were there, asked me tough questions. The focus was on my expense report. I couldn't "prove" to him about my expenses. CEO was challenging my car rentals, motels, and food- even though I never even THOUGHT about taking advantage of them. Christina was on his side, totally. They began to second guess my command decision, and CEO began to rant and rave in another room with her.

I knew I had made a mistake by not filling out the paperwork; I internally accepted the blame, but was beginning to tire of the constant punishment here, and would admit nothing. So I finally went face to face with CEO. It was a closeup shot. I saw every small detail of his skin, eyebrows, and deep eyes. His eyes were mockeries of life. I wanted to shake him and hit him, but we just had a stare down. I told him and Christina I'd give them a blank check and just deduct whatever expenses they wanted, but Christina insisted I fill out the red folders correctly and do the paperwork for "fair play". They left, and since I had no receipts, it was impossible to do.

Has the Realtre finally won?

The following was a post in the Dream Seeker Universe, written by someone who knew about the Icons. It was read by no one:



Game over. The Realtre and his minions win.

***

I mean, when you're talking about dolls that look and feel like women, or dolls that look like real-life anime characters ... how long before we see fanboys making love to Pikachu, He-Man, or Optimus Prime?

How long before robotic sex-slave dolls are on sale at Wal-Mart, like some societal nightmare from a 1950's Twilight Zone/Harlan Ellison insane future?

Not only has the Realtre won, it's a landslide. The future is his.

Dace would need to be more aggressive, and that's just not his style.

I know, he'll save a few people, and maybe he'll continue using his powers on groups of people the way he did at the Bear Club, but man ... somehow, seeing those dolls pushed me over the edge.

***

I can imagine this speeding up the end of procreation in the civilized world, while the barbarians swarm in to take over. In a few hundred years? Broken cities with robotic silicon sluts roaming without purpose ... men in dirty robes with dirty beards burning the "Devil's" creation after f***ing it in secret ... a new dark-age, a period of time born of Craigslist and LME ... Earth-X squared, a thing far worse than Jim Krueger imagined ... a day not seen by the Apostle John or Nostradamus.

No one saw this coming.

Byrdman Phone Call

Had a dream I was at Tashman Technologies, and either called Byrdman or received a call from him. I tried making small talk, but finally came out and asked him how his father was doing. I told him I heard his dad was taking his last rites. He started to cry and went into a rant:

"Can't anyone keep a $@%@ secret around there? %@$^@#! Who the !@!$ told you, man? Only 1 person knew, and now EVERYone $@%@# knows!"

I tried to calm him down and pay my respects, and assured him no one told me, but that I heard it in the hallway, but it was no good.

Toilet Bugs

Had a dream I was sitting on my old toilet in Brooklyn, New York. It was a bright Sunday morning, and my family was already awake, eating breakfast. My grandmother was talkative.

After I flushed the toilet, I stood up and saw baby cockroaches on the porcelain. I panicked. Did they come from my body??? I looked closer and they were crab lice!!! So now I have CRABS, I though in horror! I looked at my body in the mirror, but didn't see them on me, so I was more at ease.

Tashman C.E.O. Dream

Artist's conception of CEO.

The setting: The present, in a silver and white spacious building with a lot of natural light.

I was "on the job" at Tashman Technologies, with CEO. and faceless employees. We were in a command room, that reminded me a lot of The Monitor's satellite from CRISIS ON INFINITE EARTHS, except the color scheme was different.

An Indian client requested that we manually cut some wires for the teleportation test.

C.E.O. protested a bit, and I made sure I remembered the client's instructions. CEO. then made a confident promise that it could be done.

At this point, the dream pushed forward to the next morning, and CEO was in a bad mood. Our cutter wasn't working, and the wire format preventing cutting anyway. He started to act confused, forgetful, and then complained that he had to travel to celebrate his marriage anniversary. I asked him how long he has been married, and he responded, "Eight years."

After spending most of the morning in a futile effort to perform the teleporter test, I went on to something else, and CEO's loyal partner Christina, the Genie in the Bottle, came rushing in with a sense of urgency. She said to CEO that the Indian client called, and he's asking for his entire job. He was wondering why it wasn't FTP'ed yet.

CEO, who had forgotten about the events from this morning, came running in with Christina started asking me why the entire job (not a test anymore) wasn't done yet.

I was sarcastic to him, and he was mocking me back. He stormed out, and then I explained to Christina the situation, and miraculously came up with an outside of the box plan to get the job done. I also explained to Christina how much trouble she caused, and the CEO was in a bad mood.

Story Synopsis: Captain Software vs. The Soul Patrol

Written by:	Damian Hospital
Edited by:	Damian Hospital and Tony Vahl
Date:
Full Story Available:	DailySkew Year Four: Fame/Fraud Matrix, Update #29, Pages 172 - 176

Plot

The story revolves around two people:

• a man named Captain Software -- a genius programmer with zero social skills. He doesn't take care of himself, has a notorious passive/aggressive manner, an explosive temper, and creeps out women in the office with gifts.

• A woman named Alexis, who is a Russian mail-order bride and drug addict. She bilks Captain Software for tens of thousands of dollars before finally flying over to the U.S. to be his bride. She cleans him up, and fornicates with the neighbors while he's at work.

The Soul Patrol kidnap the wife, and wait for Captain Software to act. Instead, he chooses to install World Conquerer IV's expansion pack on his computer, and bitch to a friend via instant message.

The Soul Patrol finally end up knocking on his door, and taking him by force.

In the end, the couple are auctioned off to a rich German businessman. Sean Brown, who rarely attends auctions, observes from the back of the room, glad to witness the fat slob and his wife sold off.

Editors' Comments

TONY SAYS:

"Damian wrote an amazing story here -- it was ahead of its time, with it's descriptions of Captain Software being addicted to a World's of Warcraft type of game, and the slothful nature of a person who sits in front of his computer all day."

Memorable Quotes

"Can you believe this? Someone kidnapped my wife and wants me to pay $200,000 ... it simply is not cost-effective to pay that money. And I don’t even have that money to begin with. So they could keep her. I don’t want to call the police anyway...." -- Captain Software, IM'ing an online friend

“I’m about to take your fat ass down in one panel, bastard!” -- Sean Brown, while capturing an indignant Captain Software

Character Appearances

Captain Software (first)

Alexis Leostov (first)

Sean Brown

Maria-Antonia de Jesus

Eva Reichensteiner

Richard Wright

The Auctioneer

Toy Story sequel -- Only a Dream

"I just had to share this dream my husband had with you, Dace."

"Okay."

***

He was in a movie theater. The previews were playing.

On came this idealistic 1940's style cartoon scene -- field, trees, etc. It looked like old-time animation, except....

All of a sudden, you see the whole Toy Story gang, lined up in a row ala Lord of the Rings or Braveheart, advancing as they rode toy cars and vans. They're being drawn in the 1940's style, except, as they move forward, you realize this is 3D CGI.

Buzz asks Woody to clear a field of dead trees ... Cowboy Woody looks, and then Woody Woodpecker shows up ... he starts clearing trees.

The camera pans behind the advancing line, and you see singing trees in the distance, and birds chirping ... all with that 3D quality. A mix of old and new.

Thene the scene switches to a white-haired female senior citizen on a bear rug, on the edge of the forest, surrounded by toys. She's about to get up and leave, when a doll starts talking to her. It is at this point that the doll morphs into a more modern CGI looking character, as does everything around him.

At this point, it becomes clear that toys are no longer hiding the fact that they can talk, and have gone so far as to take over this place, bossing this senior citizen around. The doll orders the lady to stay on the rug. Then, the rug comes to life, and carries the lady off.

AWOL Baseball Coach Sloth

The Traveller's dream journal

11/3/2002

I dreamt of a murder that happened 30 years ago at a military outpost, near a beach. The soldiers involved, as I recall, went AWOL -- they used SCUBA gear and swam away underwater.


Another dream: a baseball coach befriended me -- I was of high school age.

I was on the team. We had uniforms like the Anaheim Angels. At one point, we sat in a circle while a David Eckstein-look-a-like talked about a local college that only had a bowling sports program. Apparently, our school was small, but we still played .500 baseball or better, year after year.


One more dream: I was helping the Sloth clean up his house and surrounding landscape before his parents returned. The Sloth didn't seem to care ... I tried to explain why he should care.

I remember draining a bathtub filled with clothes. Then I was outside, clearing off a grass pathway that ran up to the black bars of a huge natural park. I kept expecting the parent's car to pull up on the driveway, as I cleaned glass patio tables and piled soggy cardboard neatly.