Orthin and Aeick
This is a half of the story my son Joshua Spears and I, W. Dan M. Spears created. It was Joshua’s brain child to do this joint project and It was right up my alley (Sci-fi).
I’m so proud of our family and hope to make this book a reality. Today is there is only 6 pages on the table but I still have High hopes Today is 2-11-2012.
Hello, I’m Orthin Opie Klindro. You may call me Orthin.
From what I’ve learned form you father you human’s have a short attention span. So I will do my best to keep your interested in this rather lengthy message and convey my story to you. Aeick is the best friend I have ever had. That alone should give you great honor. I say that not just because I value my own opinion so highly (for all the right reasons) and because I know what friendship is but that I am older than many of the stars you see from Earth. In other words I 2000 trillion plus year old mage find you father worthy to call him best friend. For this message to fulfill its goal I’ve done my best to combine the truth of my past and a code that will enable you to be wealthier than any one in your system.
I hope that it also enables you to contact and meet me someday to both prepare you for that meet and make that meet a reality.
So first up kid I am physically and mentally very different then you. Far different then the aliens humans know now. As to my true inner or original physical appearance, let us say, if you were to see me on your world I would be mistaken as chunk of multi colored granite. No limbs to travel with or build with. No hair to cut, eyes to see. No physical pain. No predators to feed upon us. We communicated and lived in a way you express as an “out of body experience”. As to my current exterior appearance these days I am a spacecraft, I am Orthin Opie Klindro.
In advance please accept my apologies. -pause- For the betterment of your understanding of why I may go “rambling on” or not communicate as well as yourself or others from other worlds please allow me to explain my perspective.
As a Klindro (Klin-dro my species) I’m not my species best representation of a communicator.
As Orthin Opie Klindro (or-thin o-pie Klin-dro) the spacecraft I know many millions of sub sorted biological, mechanical, chemical, sonic, mental, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera, forms of communication. I know how to navigate in 20 hyper-dimensions and manage countless (56 googolplex) functions while creating this time constricted communication with you. I feel compelled to add that talking coherently in your language is very difficult. I have many suggestions for you guys on how to make your language more sensible for the betterment of all. But as your father would stop this sort of “rambling on” issue of mine and say, “Let it Be Orthin”. I will let it be and go on.
As it was on my home world “We Klindro’s” had been free for our entire existence. We are very intelligent, funny, creative and sociable. Our consciousness was fluid and knew no bounds. As different as that was from your we still had some similarities to societies you are more familiar with in that there were some that achieved more and became more thought of than others and those who were known less of and kept themselves more removed than others. There were chemicals that like water on earth kept us alive and without it we would not be able to reproduce. There was much that was different for us than you too. No food shortage no war no strife. Just the way it should be… well for us Klindro’s. But then “they” showed up.
“They” were Poltroups. Looking back I must say that in comparison to humans a very kind and proper race. The Poltroups saw us Klindro’s originally as an amazing addition to their computers. To try to explain it for your sake imagine finding rocks that could plug into your computers and poof not only does it boost performance 10,000 fold but it comes with an Actual Intelligence (the other form of A.I.).
When I was given consciousness, your version of consciousness or “plugged in” as the Poltroups saw it for the first time it was like being suffocated to death and then being brought back via electric shock therapy for me. I was surprised that I had been away from home for more than thirty years! I slowly begin to see that I’ve been integrated with a brezkeckle 432 (a military grade Poltroupian computer).
It would be if you were one day enjoying a social event out in the great outdoors- then BAM! Someone suffocates you- then BAM! You are painfully brought back from death in a prison and you’ve been surgically attached to a brain dead dinosaur’s body!!
I freaked out! I screamed and then screamed louder but instead of comfort or relief I was jabbed with a cattle prod PA-ZAP! I learned in this manner how I was to behave. I tried to see but all I saw was very abstract. Like when I had experimented with taboo thoughts as a Klindro. An acid trip you dad would say. Sharp meaningless angles I now know to be rooms and floppy colorful blobs following each other about that I now know as Poltroups. I slowly learned in the worst sort way that my race had become slaves. We had become nothing more than nifty new pieces of technology for these Poltroups. That for the last twenty years or so Poltroups mined Klindro’s to the last. Killing billions before learning that we had benefits other than helpful signs of showing where the chemicals they had come searching for in the first place would be. They then starved the survivors till near death in plastic type containers before learning that we required those same chemicals to live. Of course our physical forms requires mere micro-liters.
I learned slowly, but then was taught by an angelic voice. That angelic voice spoke with love and compaction for my situation. Her voice was calming and spoke clearly. It made the bolts of electric shocks near bearable. I learned my dinosaur was within my control and that the more I learned how to use it the quicker my situation improved.
Thanks to Aldex 43341. Aldex Tiel Klindro was her name but 43341 was her designated research #. Aldex saved us by being able to show we have actual intelligence and somehow bridged the communication gap with the Poltroups. If not for her ability to do this when she did all of my kind, my race would have met its demise. Somehow she endured the pain being awaked at a near starved physical state via electric shock, the mental terror of being surgically attached to a dinosaur (computer mainframe) in a prison where without sympathy or direction. She was shocked repeatedly by probing Poltroupian scientist trying to get her to boot-up as it were! Repeating myself here but the Poltroups are a very kind and proper race.
They made an honest mistake. It was not done with any ill intent as are many similar stories I’ve watched unfold over the years.
Your dad would quote a “bumper-sticker” he once saw in Marshfield Massachusetts. Talk about an abstract reference. The sticker read, “Shit Happens Twice”. Let me say that this quote spurred one of my favorite discussions I ever had with your dad. It lasted nearly 5 hours before I understood what any of it meant and why this bumper-sticker’s quote was so funny to him.
If only communication or better yet the availability of the universal consciousness was enjoyed by all. Although most of the cosmos does not understand or are connected with the universal consciousness. And the few who do connection with it often and very understandably mistake it for a spiritual experience. It’s almost as amazing as the spiritual except without the absolute purity. I can say this from a partial personal experience merged with over 10 trillion accounts from near 3000 races.
During the time I had lost my universal consciousness (when I awoke as I was plugged in) I too thought maybe I had been where the Poltroups considered and described a spiritual destination.
Having access to universal consciousness is similar to a humans experience using DMT because in fact the “DMT” is for human’s part of the gate to the universal consciousness. Fortunately for us Aldex was like Klindro’s version of a loving new age hippy from your earths 1970’s era. I know that may sound derogatory but as many meanings that I have associated with a loving new age hippy from your earths 1970’s era it fits best. Understand that she is my, well our hero and that before we had been taken from our world she was no one of consequence then again neither was I.
Aldex 43341 made a deal with the hyper apologetic Poltroups. That about 75% of us would be returned to our home and the remaining 25% would be willing servants to the Poltroups. This was because about 25% of us were already “plugged in” successfully and already awaked or removed from our universal consciousness.
I was to be installed into an amazing war ship. It was going to be called “The Pride of Poltroups 3” but After several corrections made by me to the final design of the ship and the new feeling of love and guilt that the Poltroups had in regard to we Klindro’s They named it after me! “The Orthin Opie Klindro” most officers called me “The Pride of Poltroups 3” but the crew I worked with and communications officers all over the fleet knew me as Othin and I felt a small sense of pride about that… bad stuff that pride.
The Poltroups made me, this spacecraft; this well built “Klindro Frankenstein” locked in and plugged into a war ship. So as battle ship Orthin it would be my job to defend the Poltroups from three other opposing races and those races unique war forces and at times allies.
Worse of these races were known as the Killout their real name was too long and there was no peace to be had with them. There was no communication from them on any level.
So the nic-name “Killout” was made by A low ranking communications officer of the Crith race and it stuck. I never found out why Killout was used or amusing but it was one of very few things we could agree on with the other two opposing forces these “Crith” and the” Wenites”. The Crith looked a bit like a sasquatch or bigfoot (using your dads descriptive terms here) with each strand of hair having the ability to bend like tiny tentacles. If I had to choose the best out of the three opposing races it would have been with the Crith.
Only because they had the best sense of humor. Often making jokes in the thick of battle or even upon the lips of their last words. The Crith simply wanted everyone else to obey their laws and to impose no new laws upon them. The Poltroups could not allow this because many of the Crith laws were intolerable to them.
For Example: One of the Crith laws demanded that after more than a week’s wage was owed the debtor would become slave to the one owed until the one owed felt repaid. That was that law understood as written.
The Wenites were very human not in looks but as opportunist.
General definition.
Opportunism is the conscious policy and practice of taking selfish advantage of circumstances, with little regard for principles.
Anything was possible with the Wenites. Moody liars if I may. From my experience with your father proved to me that not all humans or Wenitwians or other opportunist are bad but the numbers are tilted toward the wrong way I assure you. Part of the effort in sending this story and code to you is for this very reason. Great effort must be made not to compare humans with humans but to compare any species that ventures beyond their planet to others whom have done the same thing. It is my view and generally accepted that the most successful races are those who persist to be the opposite those who practice opportunism.
Their policy is Using Every Opportunity to Better Everything. They are giving, unselfish, and respectful. A policy I’m hoping to get back on track with for myself and well everything. Because Better is usually a great thing.
Alright so Wenites had some great tech back in the day Mind you when I was installed into this ship it was… well it was a very long time ago, long before your solar system formed. The technologies Wenites possessed then are to this hour still sought for… diligently. If not for the Wenites there would be no Warp energy technology as there is nor Mamna worlds nor… these references are not well related to anything… Just me rambling again. Wenites reminded your Dad of sea cows. Many differences of course, like the control arm between the rear tentacles or the jewelry they would adorn themselves with and so on.
But those poor souls home world Wenite itself was falling apart and yet the Wenite greed and self centered ways made them, in the end, loose to the Killout. “Spoiler Alert”!!!
The Killout
Killout just wanted everything anytime. They destroyed anything, would kill with no remorse, and seemed unstoppable. When sharing some of the imagery with your Dad he would call the Killout, “spiders, damn big ugly spiders”. The Killout stood about 5’ tall. They have very colorful external armor plating. These colors have no significance in rank, only size provides that. If you are the bigger Killout you are in charge. Strength and age have their roles but size trumps all.
Under their battle wear they use power suits attaching to their exoskeletons to their colorful armor. This makes hand to hand battles with them futile for the Poltroups, Wenites, and Crith.
They perform in well orchestrated groups of seven. The largest often caring his group on his six legs (they resemble spiders but are not arachnids). This is to strengthen the larger one I believe. They work together well… too well.
The Killout themselves are not great inventors nor seem to be of deep thought. They care very little for art but do appreciate nature of the worlds they have concurred. There have been so many of those worlds concurred that had great inventions (such as weapons, vehicles and so on) have been acquired. So they carry with them excellent technologies that they practice with and learn to use. Such as several remote weapons, even one that appears to be a lazar that changes coarse to achieve its target.
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I’m so proud of our family and hope to make this book a reality. Today is there is only 6 pages on the table but I still have High hopes Today is 2-11-2012.
Hello, I’m Orthin Opie Klindro. You may call me Orthin.
From what I’ve learned form you father you human’s have a short attention span. So I will do my best to keep your interested in this rather lengthy message and convey my story to you. Aeick is the best friend I have ever had. That alone should give you great honor. I say that not just because I value my own opinion so highly (for all the right reasons) and because I know what friendship is but that I am older than many of the stars you see from Earth. In other words I 2000 trillion plus year old mage find you father worthy to call him best friend. For this message to fulfill its goal I’ve done my best to combine the truth of my past and a code that will enable you to be wealthier than any one in your system.
I hope that it also enables you to contact and meet me someday to both prepare you for that meet and make that meet a reality.
So first up kid I am physically and mentally very different then you. Far different then the aliens humans know now. As to my true inner or original physical appearance, let us say, if you were to see me on your world I would be mistaken as chunk of multi colored granite. No limbs to travel with or build with. No hair to cut, eyes to see. No physical pain. No predators to feed upon us. We communicated and lived in a way you express as an “out of body experience”. As to my current exterior appearance these days I am a spacecraft, I am Orthin Opie Klindro.
In advance please accept my apologies. -pause- For the betterment of your understanding of why I may go “rambling on” or not communicate as well as yourself or others from other worlds please allow me to explain my perspective.
As a Klindro (Klin-dro my species) I’m not my species best representation of a communicator.
As Orthin Opie Klindro (or-thin o-pie Klin-dro) the spacecraft I know many millions of sub sorted biological, mechanical, chemical, sonic, mental, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera, forms of communication. I know how to navigate in 20 hyper-dimensions and manage countless (56 googolplex) functions while creating this time constricted communication with you. I feel compelled to add that talking coherently in your language is very difficult. I have many suggestions for you guys on how to make your language more sensible for the betterment of all. But as your father would stop this sort of “rambling on” issue of mine and say, “Let it Be Orthin”. I will let it be and go on.
As it was on my home world “We Klindro’s” had been free for our entire existence. We are very intelligent, funny, creative and sociable. Our consciousness was fluid and knew no bounds. As different as that was from your we still had some similarities to societies you are more familiar with in that there were some that achieved more and became more thought of than others and those who were known less of and kept themselves more removed than others. There were chemicals that like water on earth kept us alive and without it we would not be able to reproduce. There was much that was different for us than you too. No food shortage no war no strife. Just the way it should be… well for us Klindro’s. But then “they” showed up.
“They” were Poltroups. Looking back I must say that in comparison to humans a very kind and proper race. The Poltroups saw us Klindro’s originally as an amazing addition to their computers. To try to explain it for your sake imagine finding rocks that could plug into your computers and poof not only does it boost performance 10,000 fold but it comes with an Actual Intelligence (the other form of A.I.).
When I was given consciousness, your version of consciousness or “plugged in” as the Poltroups saw it for the first time it was like being suffocated to death and then being brought back via electric shock therapy for me. I was surprised that I had been away from home for more than thirty years! I slowly begin to see that I’ve been integrated with a brezkeckle 432 (a military grade Poltroupian computer).
It would be if you were one day enjoying a social event out in the great outdoors- then BAM! Someone suffocates you- then BAM! You are painfully brought back from death in a prison and you’ve been surgically attached to a brain dead dinosaur’s body!!
I freaked out! I screamed and then screamed louder but instead of comfort or relief I was jabbed with a cattle prod PA-ZAP! I learned in this manner how I was to behave. I tried to see but all I saw was very abstract. Like when I had experimented with taboo thoughts as a Klindro. An acid trip you dad would say. Sharp meaningless angles I now know to be rooms and floppy colorful blobs following each other about that I now know as Poltroups. I slowly learned in the worst sort way that my race had become slaves. We had become nothing more than nifty new pieces of technology for these Poltroups. That for the last twenty years or so Poltroups mined Klindro’s to the last. Killing billions before learning that we had benefits other than helpful signs of showing where the chemicals they had come searching for in the first place would be. They then starved the survivors till near death in plastic type containers before learning that we required those same chemicals to live. Of course our physical forms requires mere micro-liters.
I learned slowly, but then was taught by an angelic voice. That angelic voice spoke with love and compaction for my situation. Her voice was calming and spoke clearly. It made the bolts of electric shocks near bearable. I learned my dinosaur was within my control and that the more I learned how to use it the quicker my situation improved.
Thanks to Aldex 43341. Aldex Tiel Klindro was her name but 43341 was her designated research #. Aldex saved us by being able to show we have actual intelligence and somehow bridged the communication gap with the Poltroups. If not for her ability to do this when she did all of my kind, my race would have met its demise. Somehow she endured the pain being awaked at a near starved physical state via electric shock, the mental terror of being surgically attached to a dinosaur (computer mainframe) in a prison where without sympathy or direction. She was shocked repeatedly by probing Poltroupian scientist trying to get her to boot-up as it were! Repeating myself here but the Poltroups are a very kind and proper race.
They made an honest mistake. It was not done with any ill intent as are many similar stories I’ve watched unfold over the years.
Your dad would quote a “bumper-sticker” he once saw in Marshfield Massachusetts. Talk about an abstract reference. The sticker read, “Shit Happens Twice”. Let me say that this quote spurred one of my favorite discussions I ever had with your dad. It lasted nearly 5 hours before I understood what any of it meant and why this bumper-sticker’s quote was so funny to him.
If only communication or better yet the availability of the universal consciousness was enjoyed by all. Although most of the cosmos does not understand or are connected with the universal consciousness. And the few who do connection with it often and very understandably mistake it for a spiritual experience. It’s almost as amazing as the spiritual except without the absolute purity. I can say this from a partial personal experience merged with over 10 trillion accounts from near 3000 races.
During the time I had lost my universal consciousness (when I awoke as I was plugged in) I too thought maybe I had been where the Poltroups considered and described a spiritual destination.
Having access to universal consciousness is similar to a humans experience using DMT because in fact the “DMT” is for human’s part of the gate to the universal consciousness. Fortunately for us Aldex was like Klindro’s version of a loving new age hippy from your earths 1970’s era. I know that may sound derogatory but as many meanings that I have associated with a loving new age hippy from your earths 1970’s era it fits best. Understand that she is my, well our hero and that before we had been taken from our world she was no one of consequence then again neither was I.
Aldex 43341 made a deal with the hyper apologetic Poltroups. That about 75% of us would be returned to our home and the remaining 25% would be willing servants to the Poltroups. This was because about 25% of us were already “plugged in” successfully and already awaked or removed from our universal consciousness.
I was to be installed into an amazing war ship. It was going to be called “The Pride of Poltroups 3” but After several corrections made by me to the final design of the ship and the new feeling of love and guilt that the Poltroups had in regard to we Klindro’s They named it after me! “The Orthin Opie Klindro” most officers called me “The Pride of Poltroups 3” but the crew I worked with and communications officers all over the fleet knew me as Othin and I felt a small sense of pride about that… bad stuff that pride.
The Poltroups made me, this spacecraft; this well built “Klindro Frankenstein” locked in and plugged into a war ship. So as battle ship Orthin it would be my job to defend the Poltroups from three other opposing races and those races unique war forces and at times allies.
Worse of these races were known as the Killout their real name was too long and there was no peace to be had with them. There was no communication from them on any level.
So the nic-name “Killout” was made by A low ranking communications officer of the Crith race and it stuck. I never found out why Killout was used or amusing but it was one of very few things we could agree on with the other two opposing forces these “Crith” and the” Wenites”. The Crith looked a bit like a sasquatch or bigfoot (using your dads descriptive terms here) with each strand of hair having the ability to bend like tiny tentacles. If I had to choose the best out of the three opposing races it would have been with the Crith.
Only because they had the best sense of humor. Often making jokes in the thick of battle or even upon the lips of their last words. The Crith simply wanted everyone else to obey their laws and to impose no new laws upon them. The Poltroups could not allow this because many of the Crith laws were intolerable to them.
For Example: One of the Crith laws demanded that after more than a week’s wage was owed the debtor would become slave to the one owed until the one owed felt repaid. That was that law understood as written.
The Wenites were very human not in looks but as opportunist.
General definition.
Opportunism is the conscious policy and practice of taking selfish advantage of circumstances, with little regard for principles.
Anything was possible with the Wenites. Moody liars if I may. From my experience with your father proved to me that not all humans or Wenitwians or other opportunist are bad but the numbers are tilted toward the wrong way I assure you. Part of the effort in sending this story and code to you is for this very reason. Great effort must be made not to compare humans with humans but to compare any species that ventures beyond their planet to others whom have done the same thing. It is my view and generally accepted that the most successful races are those who persist to be the opposite those who practice opportunism.
Their policy is Using Every Opportunity to Better Everything. They are giving, unselfish, and respectful. A policy I’m hoping to get back on track with for myself and well everything. Because Better is usually a great thing.
Alright so Wenites had some great tech back in the day Mind you when I was installed into this ship it was… well it was a very long time ago, long before your solar system formed. The technologies Wenites possessed then are to this hour still sought for… diligently. If not for the Wenites there would be no Warp energy technology as there is nor Mamna worlds nor… these references are not well related to anything… Just me rambling again. Wenites reminded your Dad of sea cows. Many differences of course, like the control arm between the rear tentacles or the jewelry they would adorn themselves with and so on.
But those poor souls home world Wenite itself was falling apart and yet the Wenite greed and self centered ways made them, in the end, loose to the Killout. “Spoiler Alert”!!!
The Killout
Killout just wanted everything anytime. They destroyed anything, would kill with no remorse, and seemed unstoppable. When sharing some of the imagery with your Dad he would call the Killout, “spiders, damn big ugly spiders”. The Killout stood about 5’ tall. They have very colorful external armor plating. These colors have no significance in rank, only size provides that. If you are the bigger Killout you are in charge. Strength and age have their roles but size trumps all.
Under their battle wear they use power suits attaching to their exoskeletons to their colorful armor. This makes hand to hand battles with them futile for the Poltroups, Wenites, and Crith.
They perform in well orchestrated groups of seven. The largest often caring his group on his six legs (they resemble spiders but are not arachnids). This is to strengthen the larger one I believe. They work together well… too well.
The Killout themselves are not great inventors nor seem to be of deep thought. They care very little for art but do appreciate nature of the worlds they have concurred. There have been so many of those worlds concurred that had great inventions (such as weapons, vehicles and so on) have been acquired. So they carry with them excellent technologies that they practice with and learn to use. Such as several remote weapons, even one that appears to be a lazar that changes coarse to achieve its target.
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