The Mission part3

In the Land of Sealth the months passed quickly under Posav Maantenon, the money began to flow and the Pirates of Penury were happy with the ransom I paid every month. Under Posav’s henchman, O’Riley, I began my training in the knowledge of the spaceport. I learned the secrets of Morgannis’ robbery of the peasants which were the metering of the liquid aether used by everyone to power the glow orbs and power the difference engines. (This was a sad story, for the discoverer Thesolosius had wanted to give the power of the liquid aether to everyone, but his Over-Lord, Eastinghaus was beholden to Morgannis for much gold and sold Thesolosius down the river.) Under O’Riley I moved quickly to other realms of knowledge; after two months I was brought to study direct transmission of high intensity liquid aether. This kind of knowledge is not usually imparted to the normal wiremen of our Guild, so I was eager to learn. After learning of the dangers of the high intensity liquid aether (tales were told of the disintegration of any who were careless with this great power), I was permitted to study for a short time the automata controlled by the binary analytic engines of the Embedded Temple. Life was good again as I moved to the night watch at the spaceport—my family was free and my studies began again at the Sister’s Temple of Takoemeq.
Now that it looked as if I might have stability of good conditions, I began to question whether I should eventually continue down the path of secrets toward the Temple of Wireless. I had discovered other paths of knowledge that would eventually permit entry to that temple; I only needed to penetrate the dark mysteries of the Calculus. I began to hear about LaGrange, Leibniz, Newton, and of course Gauss—I must break through the Differential and Integral Calculus—I know that the secrets of Maxwell’s silver hammer will break down the door to wave mechanics and propagation and help me when I grok the electronischen of antennas and subspace aether. Now if only, to sleep…perchance to dream…
Posted by Mad Russian the Natural Philosopher at 1:15 AM
1 comments:

rfmonk said...

Urgency gripped my heart and emotions as I noticed the great temple library baren of upper coterie, niether were they to be found lurking in or about the rfmon. A lot of noise lately about custom crafted scripts made for the sole purpose of targeting one specialized facet of the matrix, so I had expected many observers patiently laying,jacked in to the shadows of cyberspace. Their absence only meant one thing, master had decided it was time for there departure to further cloak their access points, and I struggling with the outer cabal math runes, once again to be passed up, ignored, for lack of skill. I must work harder, longer, further, deeper--maxwell, why are you so far off? Farther than the stars themselves.(exellent story, thank you for the blog-from-word-tip, cool)