Das Hier #45

I went out, as I am often wont to do, even if it's not what I should be doing, it is not only you humans who can be stubborn.

We aliens are not perfect neither.

As much as we might like you to believe, we simply aren't.

Though on the whole, we mostly are.

I came home but didn't go to bed so I have yet to sleep and know that I should go soon.

But I hear the call of the words and that is a call that I would like to answer in more depth than just the surface of a hundred words which makes me say, well, I had to write then because I wasn't going to tun the risk of leaving the whole half empty, but a hundred words ain't even five minutes worth of writing.

So I press on.

And yes, I think that I am losing my alienness writing all the time as I am, exposed to your simpletude.

Not that I mind it, your simpletude, it's just the better things of home that I still think of. The temperature of course and the more reliable technology. Those are the things that I miss most.

What I don't miss is the lack of freedom given the artists like myself. The homeworld used to be a veritable paradice and not just for the few, but for the many.

Only that changed when the wrong peiople took advantage of holes in the system that we had never thought anyone would take ad\vantage of and slowly our freedoms were eroded.

I had the good sense to get away before it went to complete shit as you humans say.

So I am very happy to be here. but that doesn't mean that I must mind my place and say only nice things about the the people of your world.

It cannot be denied that the loud country is on a scary path, but I don't live there and despite what somem of them seem to think, they are not the the lonely land on your world of free people.

Though as I said, the people of the loud country are on a scary journey.

I only hope the journey ends before it reaches the destination that it has been set upon.

And this is where I can be thankful that there's no weight to my words because the conductor of that train that the people of the loud country are on is notoriously skinned thin. Even though his ski is anything but thin. Not that I myself am perfect in weight5 and composure. Then again I am not taking a proud nation down a path only the writers of fictions would have ever imagined them going on. Like that Eric Arthur Blair fellow of many years ago who wasn;t even writing of them.

But if the shoe fits as you humans say.

It's enough to make an alien weep.

I seem to have found some flow and I haven't touched upon the story that I thinkg I can begin the writing of that is based upon the drawing that I frew earlier, after I returned form spending some time with a drink amongst you humans.

It involves a heroic robot obeying his programming while a mysterious cloaked figure hovers nearby and watches, with an unreadable expression as only his eyes are revealed beneath the hood of his cloak.

Oh, I don;'t need to wriote more now do I? You already got an idea of the story yes?

I can write it in full away from your impatient gaze as you have some good sense of it now, even though you';ve not yet read a word of it.

Though since not a word of it has been written, how could you?

If I stopped right here and didn't write another words until the 3rd quarter, I'd only have to write another thousand, twice over and some fixings to make it to the first good peak and I'm not yet half the day into my writing.

I'd be something of a fool if I didn't push on a little more now wouldn't because I can bring that twice a thousand down with the fixings down to just twice a thousand, or dare I say it better, with just a little more time spent in front of the desktop.

Granted, I might have to begin that story I mentioned, but you won't mind that will you?

I didn't think you would.

"There is no life on board that little craft, only valuable pieces of technology, yet the little robot, who has no sentience as they would measure it still does its best to prevent those bits of technology from being destroyed upon its impact with the hard cold Earth.

It seems unfair to me that the robot, which has become wounded, or damaged as they say, because it is not like them, will go unrewarded for its efforts. Though it will almost surely be repaired, some nameless and unremarkable human will simply say that it was merely following its programming, it didn't have a say in the matter.

Well, I think that on this day, I will give it a say. And there is no time like the present.

And having decided on a  course of action, the floating hooded figure with only their eyes being able to be seen,pulled and arm from out of the folds and gestured at the robot, giving it the say that they thought that it should have."

With that kind of start drawing me even closer to a thousand words, how can I not continue until I have written that one thousand words and probably a bit more so that I can get away with writing twice one thousand words in the next two quarters and still have the kind of day that i am hoping to have.

I'll still be going to bed soon though, but I might just go when I only have to write 1800 words for that much desired climb to the fiurst good peak, which would be a most welcome development since I let the first quyarter pass withokut a single word written and I can't know that I will indeed be able to write as freely then as I am now.

I might wake up after I sleep and find that when I come to the words in the third that I can only force out a couple hundred of them, which is going to force the 4th to shoulder what's left of the load if I have any hope of climbing to the first good peak.

So onward I go!

At least for a little longer as it is now half past nine and while that would be a good stopping point, I am not yet below the 1800 word half, which is the least of where I want to be with the writing of the final words of the morning.

Yes, my rest can wait.

But mark my words, I will not stay here past 09:54, whioch will two hours of writing, even if I find myself at 1999 words then, I will not write but one mopre word to reach 2000.

Not that I am going to do that because that would an inmhumanly high number of words to write between now and then and alien though I am, I can't possibly write that many words in such a short amount of time.

It's an absure amount of words to write in twenty minutes. And I struggle to believe that many humans can write that many words that quickly.

Do you know a human that can write 753 words in twenty minutes?

And even if a hundred humans said that they can do that, I would think that they are boasting, or lying.

No matter, I don't need to write that many words by then, whatever number of words I write by then I am secure in the knowing that I am well on my way to the writing  of three good thousand words, or reaching the first good peak.

Somethign terrible would have to happen for me to not believe this and I don;'t see that happening.

Of course, Nos Glorieux surely didn't see themselves falling off the hill and down into a series of slumps that have all but wrecked their chance at qualifying for the tournament.

And more importantly, the people of the loud country surely never thought that some would be despot would rise from his many failings and get elected to the highest office in the land and reveal himself to be worse than imagined.

I am marching hard towards the success of the day but not as stupidly fast ast to have 1999 words in two hours, so I will not be like those imagined humans that can write two thousand words in two hours.

Well, less than since I did knock out earlier and lost some time that I could have put towards writing.

Still I am harvesting the words like a machine. Believe me. So it is a shame that I have to stop now when I am as close to the camp at the base of the mountain and might not be able to make the third even half as good as the bad that I made of it yesterday.

Though I am of course further ahead today at this time than I was yesterday.

Much further ahead.

In fact, I could even skip out on the writing in the 3rd entirely and not fall short of the first good peak because I have but 1400 words to write from this point.

Ha! Even less than as it turns out because I did the math and the math said that I had just slipped past 1600 words which means 1700 and even 1800 are mine to make fall before that time which I promised I would stop at.

Only I don't want to stop now! I want to continue dammit!

"Awareness. Why am I doing this? I am damaged and the automatic scan of my instruments has told me that there is no life at risk in the vehicle that I am trying to stop from crashing into the dirt." The now aware robot said as it continued to bathe the vehicle with force slowing radiation from its optical units. And then it stopped and put all of it efforts into blasting out of the way of the once more out of control vehicle before it collided with it.

Yeah! That was some good writing and while I know that I said I was going to stop at the two hour mark, I want to bring the writing of this week's second quarter to the next milestone if you don't mind.

And if you do, well too bad, just get over it eh?

Ha!

I kid, but why should you be against me writing hard when I can make it so that I only have to write half a thousand in each of the next two quarters to climb to the first good peak? Not that there's be any harm in writing a thousand twice but over in the second half of the day to  reach the second good peak for the second straight day so that we can avoid the need for writing a hundred thousand words in any single month this decayear.

And that my friends is something that the good Petrie was unable to do in 2019. He needed to write 100,000+ for six months  and that is something we are in a position to avoid having to do.

So for that do I continue writing now when I have set us on the path to the first good peak with the whole of the second half still to come.

And thanks to my latest count of words, I will have reached the camp at the base of the mountain by the end of this very paragraph if I haven't estimated poorly.

But I haven't so I can surely go now as I cannot fathom not writing 1000 words in the second half of the day.

Be well humans.

It is good that I don't even have to write a thousand words for the rest of the day to climb my way to the first good peak because I have been awake for two whole hours and I'm only writing now.

And I can't even say that I was drawing up a storm because I wasn't.

I was just taking it easy and letting time pass because I couldn't get off my figurative butt.

Yes, I could have rhymed that but if I'm going to rhyme, I'm going to go all in and the whole posting will be full of poetic bragging.

And yes, I could have rhymed there too, but again, I'm not about half measures when it comes to the verse.

Of course, as you no doubt know, I'm an alien, not a machine and even though I write six days a week without fail, even on the days that i write, there are going to be points in the day when I just need to chill and hang out and that was what I was doing.

Not that any of you have come after me for  how regularly I'm here as I've only missed the one day a week each week is consistent as hell and augurs good.

Aye laddy, that is two plus one. I can do math too.

But enough about poetry and not giving you what you haven't asked for, I'm going to make it to the first good peak today and it won;'t be because of poetry because poetry doesn't help for that.

Apologies to Halston, who we need going deeper into the year, but poetry is not going to lead the way in our millionizing the decayear while the good Petrie writes 500,000 words, if that.

Shout out to the good Petrie for what he did in 2019 but his 2020 ain't going to be as good.

As a collective however, we're built for the long run and we're not only going to do this once, like the good Petrie did, but we're going to do it for twelve straight years.

Yeah, I said it. We're here for the long run! 

And the good Petrie? He's just gonna keep writing each day, getting nowhere as he gets older, knowing all the while that life has passed him by.

But yes, he had his magical year of writing 1,025,805 words.

Did he monetize it?

No he did not. We will monetize our run though, you can bank on that.

Just as the haters can bank on Nos Glorieux one day winning the trophy again.

It's just a question of when. And in spite of how gloomy it is and yes, it is gloomy with a low probability of them having success in getting to the tournament, but I don;t think that they are as afar away as many others do.

They might even win a trophy before the good Petrie makes any other mark in his wished fors.

And that is sad for the good Petrie because they are three years away from being a serious contender, but if they don't qualify for the tournament this season, they will in the next.

Mark that too.

"Good, little robot. You have made the first decision of many that you will make for yourself, But be aware, with freedom to think for yourself, that there are consequences. There were none for you today, but you cannot say that there won't be the next time that you decide."

Be well humans and rest assured, I will be back later.

Rant incoming humans, but it only applies to a small number of you and likely doesn't apply to my small number of readers.

Why are the socks that I bought in what seems like last week and have only worn two or three times, already sporting a hole in one of them?

Were I still on homeworld, I would not need to wear socks, but your Earth is so very cold as compared to the homeworld where we have tamed its natural nature and don;t have to worry about things like Winter so there's no need for socks.

But here there is and one day, not too terribly long ago, I was out and about and I bought four pairs of socks and was quite pleased with both the price and the style and I thought that I would have them for a long time, without any problem, unless i lost one of them in one of those curious dryer incidents where a pair is split up for unknown reasons.

And a blink of time later, a single one of those eight socks has a hole in it when I have barely worn them?

I know that my feet are alien and I bought socks made for humans, but my people do not have large feet and and our nails do not grow, but even if they did, what kind of excuse is that?

Make better clothing humans because clothes are essential, even for the nudists who live amongst you and wear clothes with a sense of displeasure.

So now I am faced with one of two decisions, to either discard the pair or pay the outrageous cost to have that single sock repaired, because I refuse to let this sock go, even though I will admit it is hardly the most important thing to be as bothered as I am, but here it is, the cause of a rant.

Are you happy human makers of clothing that your shoody workmanship has me ranting?

Oh bother.

And for shame. I shouldn't have to be sending any of the eight for repair this early!

Now it is time to sup, which I bought between the times that I was writing.

And I just realized that I need to draw as well, 

But that will have wait until I have climbed to the first good peak.

Ideally, after I climb to the second good peak, not that we need to climb that high, but if I can, why shouldn't I?

Time is slipping away from me and I am still supping. And as a result, it is not looking like I will climb to the second good peak.

Not that we need this yet, because we don't as we're rallying with this week, but it is within striking distance. Though that is a long strike as  we are almost a thousand words away as of the last count.

And I have to draw too.

It's a shame, but again, we don't need the second good peak day.

I just want it if I can have it.

But too much time has passed for me and by extension, the collective us, to strike hard and climb all the way to the second good peak.

And since that is the case, we might as well stop here, which is what I am going to do now.

Be well humans. 

Charles Petrie


Date
02-21-20

Time
07:54-10:04=140, 17:17-17:59=042, 20:10-23:07=177
359 Minutes

Word Count 
2035+594+565=3194