Unable to Focus

I open my eyes. I look out on my back yard. I'm proud of how nice it looks after a mowing. Finishing the tea, I put out my last...

With Tommy dead, I'm now the cop at the station house with a track record of three partners dead. I feel as if I've become your own superstition...

I open my eyes. I look out on my back yard. I'm proud of how nice it looks after a mowing. Finishing the tea, I put out my last (next?) cigarette. Waves of shock and a measure of fear take me as...

With Tommy dead, I'm now the cop at the station house with a track record of three partners dead. I feel as if I've become your own superstition. I've even heard they call me the "black cat," and not as a racial comment...

I open my eyes. I look out on my back yard. I'm proud of how nice it looks after a mowing. Finishing the tea, I put out my last (next?) cigarette. Waves of shock and a measure of fear take me as the sudden stranger next to my azaleas catches my eye. Why he's standing in my yard I do not understand....

With Tommy dead, I'm now the cop at the station house with a track record of three partners dead. I feel as if I've become your own superstition. I've even heard they call me the "black cat," and not as a racial comment. Besides office politics, Tommy had become my friend. While pleasure and work never mix well...

I open my eyes. I look out on my back yard. I'm proud of how nice it looks after a mowing. Finishing the tea, I put out my last (next?) cigarette. Waves of shock and a measure of fear take me as the sudden stranger next to my azaleas catches my eye. Why he's standing in my yard I do not understand. Before I get to ask him to politely piss off, he raises his right arm...

With Tommy dead, I'm now the cop at the station house with a track record of three partners dead. I feel as if I've become your own superstition. I've even heard they call me the "black cat," and not as a racial comment. Besides office politics, Tommy had become my friend. While pleasure and work never mix well, He and his wife had been over for enough barbecues, both of our families knew each others' names...

I open my eyes. I look out on my back yard. I'm proud of how nice it looks after a mowing. Finishing the tea, I put out my last (next?) cigarette. Waves of shock and a measure of fear take me as the sudden stranger next to my azaleas catches my eye. Why he's standing in my yard I do not understand. Before I get to ask him to politely piss off, he raises his right arm, and points the .38 revolver at me...

With Tommy dead, I'm now the cop at the station house with a track record of three partners dead. I feel as if I've become your own superstition. I've even heard they call me the "black cat," and not as a racial comment. Besides office politics, Tommy had become my friend. While pleasure and work never mix well, He and his wife had been over for enough barbecues, both of our families knew each others' names. Speaking of families- if this killing wasn't altogether about justice- then it was for leaving a young mother without her loving husband and their kids' father...

I open my eyes. I look out on my back yard. I'm proud of how nice it looks after a mowing. Finishing the tea, I put out my last (next?) cigarette. Waves of shock and a measure of fear take me as the sudden stranger next to my azaleas catches my eye. Why he's standing in my yard I do not understand. Before I get to ask him to politely piss off, he raises his right arm, and points the .38 revolver at me. As the bullet comes towards...

With Tommy dead, I'm now the cop at the station house with a track record of three partners dead. I feel as if I've become your own superstition. I've even heard they call me the "black cat," and not as a racial comment. Besides office politics, Tommy had become my friend. While pleasure and work never mix well, He and his wife had been over for enough barbecues, both of our families knew each others' names. Speaking of families- if this killing wasn't altogether about justice- then it was for leaving a young mother without her loving husband and their kids' father. I wait for the piece of garbage to even notice me before taking aim. I want to be there, looking him in the eye, as I take his life. Just as he finally looks...

I open my eyes. I look out on my back yard. I'm proud of how nice it looks after a mowing. Finishing the tea, I put out my last (next?) cigarette. Waves of shock and a measure of fear take me as the sudden stranger next to my azaleas catches my eye. Why he's standing in my yard I do not understand. Before I get to ask him to politely piss off, he raises his right arm, and points the .38 revolver at me. As the bullet comes towards my head, I realize what it is I've done to deserve my own death. I breathe. It will not...

With Tommy dead, I'm now the cop at the station house with a track record of three partners dead. I feel as if I've become your own superstition. I've even heard they call me the "black cat," and not as a racial comment. Besides office politics, Tommy had become my friend. While pleasure and work never mix well, He and his wife had been over for enough barbecues, both of our families knew each others' names. Speaking of families- if this killing wasn't altogether about justice- then it was for leaving a young mother without her loving husband and their kids' father. I wait for the piece of garbage to even notice me before taking aim. I want to be there, looking him in the eye, as I take his life. Just as he finally looks, and I squeeze off a shot, one of his body guards notices. While I'm certain my shot got the bastard between his eyes, the bodyguard's bullet...

"So, how did you enjoy the dual corporeal experience? Were you satisfied this time? We have much work to do," asked L-14's production partner unit. "Can we please abandon this folly of meddling in these Terran life-forms? Their bodies felling life trying to fly in mud."

She was not happy on this assignment, but what else is a sentient power to do besides work? Some entertainment was called for occasionally. Besides the value of new neural connections, and the learning experience, it simply felt pleasant to remember the sensation of sun on the skin. "I truly appreciate the added flavor of a dual human experience, dear one. Such thoughtfulness as yours does make the life of an Influencor better. I'm fortunate to be assigned with you."

You suddenly realize, just one more year of maintenance for these slow, primitive human minds, and the species may well end up being the next to avoid the nuclear threshold scenario, which so often wipes other worlds. If successful, this would make the third civilization both L-14 and Wv-768 had led towards the community. Such result only come from those teams assigned by Home Council, who work with an effort of epic proportions. Wv-768 reminds you it's only a moment of bliss more before you must be at the human's "United Nations" assembly. "These primitive creatures and their antiquated concepts," you tell yourself amused.