Here is some fresh writing, not edited yet, or in order. Here we learn about strange Prince Ferdinand, a man who supplies high tech information to King Stephan. All images and writing and internationally enforced. Property of Carolina Liechtenstein.
Stephan let out a load of pent up emotions, far from anyone other than a random hunter if one were to come by. No one did, thank God. After such a release of utter anger, Stephan felt a weight off his shoulders.
Next, he sat thinking on how strange it felt regaining human feelings; including judgment and free will. Isn’t it consequence that about 300 years ago, passive New Ageism brainwashed the people into non-judgment, and to give up on free will. That was just the start, to something that led to the nightmare of today, where free will and decision was just about gone, and where few resisted the atrocities …
Oh, no! You can’t judge the murderous Federation forces…
Stephan dropped his thinking on that for a moment. It bothered him.
Stephan gave his horse a snack of peppermints and apple, and then unsaddled the lovely animal and watered him at a stream. He then pulled a dark green loden wool coat from the saddle roll and put it on.
The coat was the tradition of the local Bavarian hunters, and that style has survived hundreds of years. Even the habit of Munich yuppies of wearing loden survived, and it survived every economic depression and hyper-inflation so far, even if these coats were not cheap. It seemed that the cowboy hat and Bavarian wool will survive forever, as will Chanel, blue jeans, oxford shirts, tees, Trader Joe’s bags and sexy Versace.
It was getting a bit breezy. He pulled out of one of the saddlebags a light meal for himself, one that warmed its self upon shaking. He then found a new patch of grass and lay on his back looking up to the sky and clouds. It was getting late, and the sun will set soon. Stephan didn’t care at that moment. He and his horse knew the way back at night. The moon will be full, anyhow. The Alps glistened with the sun’s play on ice. They soon were golden and orange. Stephan watched the mountains as the shadows moved across them.
This was a special place, a very special place indeed. He had a secret about this place that only Princess Louisa knew about. It was if there was some kind of vortex here, a portal or something. He discovered that odd feature years ago, while hunting up here. What he discovered changed his life. It started to change the world.
Stephan could swear that Mad King Ludwig II of Bavaria knew about this wonderful portal, about 400 years ago. He also imagined that what goes on up here influenced the music of Wagner. Perhaps Tesla and Einstein knew about it too …
King Stephan pulled from his saddlebags a device that made a contained fire with a flick of a toggle. Although he knew how to build a fire out of natural wilderness material, this was easier. He could easily camp out up there, and manage to stay warm enough, for he was used to his environment. He had done this many times before.
Shit, he could live up here, off the game and off the land, if forced to. He was trained to survive and keep himself alive, indeed. He had top notch fighting skills too, and that beyond his personal security training.
He had learned those fighting skills in another place, via another occupation, indeed.
#
“Mama, where’s Stephan?”
“He went into the hills, sweetie. That’s what he told security.”
“Oh, ok.” I left the room quickly before being asked any specific questions. I knew he had his emergency locator and a couple of guns with him, as always, just in case there was trouble. He’s not about to take along bodyguards, for the secret was beyond mere security clearances. This was hardly a state secret.
Besides, if there was indeed trouble, and Stephan was in danger up in the hills, Ferdinand would step in and help.
Wonderful Ferdinand! Wonderful and amazing Prince Ferdinand! A relative like no other, that old man was. He knew so much, and taught Stephan a lot of things about technology.
Oh how I loved Ferdinand! And such an odd man! He dressed all weird, often wearing all white, like some sort of naval whites, but his suit carried no insignia, so he must not have been in the navy! I wondered how he always kept that suit pristine and clean, free of grass and mud stains in those hills. I sort of knew, indeed I knew actually, and it was a big secret.
Just about everything that came out of Ferdinand’s mouth blew my mind. Just from listening to his vast knowledge, my grades in science, math and history went sky high. Sometimes the teachers would call Mom and ask her where I got some of the crazy notions that I shared in class about technology and space travel. My Mom blamed the new knowledge on Stephan, who was tops in high school, and then at the university’s engineering school. She didn’t dare tell the teachers that I didn’t get all my ideas from Stephan, absolutely not! Mom was proud of her intelligent straight A son, even before the monarchy happened just now.
Mom was also proud of me for following Stephan’s footsteps, and doing well in school too. My IQ didn’t match Stephan’s, but it was ok. I simply wanted to be just like him and Ferdinand. They were so smart and cool.
Stephan was in his third year at engineering school, and already he’s a king. Just the other day, he fretted that being a monarch might cause for him to drop out of school. He hated the whole idea. Mom reassured him that monarchs had to have a university degree, and that there will be arrangements for him to complete his education.
I went outside into the chill air to watch for any sign of Stephan coming home. The barn was still missing a horse and saddle. The gun cabinet in the game room also was missing a fully automatic rifle.
I sat on a railing, looking out towards the gleaming Alps and the sunset that was happening. So pretty it was. I sat there for a long time, as the sky grew dark, and as the full moon came up through the tall and regal fir trees.
Two security men over by the house went into discussion, pointing to the hills where Stephan had gone. Mom came out of the house and reassured them of Stephan’s well being, unaware of me sitting out here under the moon by the barn. She probably assumed I was doing my homework. I watched as she handed the guards some warm coffee. She tries so much to make things seem normal.
#
Nadia sat impassive, no expression at all on her face. She had been indeed brutally beaten and raped by Wilcox, but then reconstructed, and was now fully mentally a machine, although mostly human in flesh. Nadia now sat in her usual sexual clothes, those to attract Stephan, not feeling anything about wearing them at the moment. She was simply downloading information, and scanning data.
Wilcox smiled in utter satisfaction at what was designed and created by his team.
Previously, Nadia had been partially robotic, and yet organic, but not like she was now. Now, she was the capacity to crack a nation’s information, download that, scramble it and share it into Federation data banks - and even locate her king.
#
Stephan was about to nod off, and then heard the sound of footsteps. He grabbed his rifle and stood.
“Who goes there?” He called out.
There was no answer, but Stephan knew not to fire. But, considering the circumstance of having defied the World Federation – he took no chances. He was nervous, and had a sensation in his stomach from that.
“Show yourself, if you will. I am armed and ready.”
He slid his gun off safety as he said that.
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