For Lilian and the Indigos - Above Top Secret

Chapter 7
The next morning Lee and I took our breakfast on the terrace, gazing at the bridge, gilt in
actual gold now and glowing in the early sun, and at the bay, and the skyline to our right,
also now a mostly golden sight, with the hills of Sausalito to our left. Others were
gathering in the skies around the bay, and though no one was nearby, I would guess that
already three hundred thousand houses had found their viewpoint for tonight’s display.
The whole shoreline of the bay was dotted with houses, parked at many levels above the
surface, none close to one another except as it might appear so in the distance, and except
for groups that were connected to share the experience together.
We had a team of ’botties place a sofa facing the view of the bay over the edge of the
terrace. As they brought a table laden with finest caviar, fresh coconut, and other organic
delights, we sat and tasted the spiral of anticipation sensed around the bay, seeing a house
here and there settling into place, sometimes close enough to distinguish it was a house,
but most often as a dot off towards the city or Sausalito, with the field filling in across the
bay throughout the day.
Our repose led to expressions of our love, and in repose we languished for a while,
nibbling on the delights from the table and each other.
Finally, I said, “I really want to read more of the diary.”
Lee knew well my particular gratitude and interest in Amelia, and we both implicitly
understood the synchronistic aspect of his discovery, and so he understood my shift of
focus. Besides, he, too, enjoyed the bits of history he discovered on his phototreks, and
this was as exciting to him as it was to me. We both relished the fact that we could share
this find.
Lee nodded eagerly, and at my thought, the diary was retrieved from its last location and
brought forth by a ’bottie. It still sat on top of the brown plastic bag which sat atop the
zipper bag, and the ’bottie laid the stack beside me. We settled in to read with a final
kiss.
March 24, 2009
To the Lizard Hearted I have been pointing out the advantages of letting
the Human Hearted free. Sure, they would no longer have us as slaves –
and if you believe some, as food, ritual objects, and sexual toys – but they
also would not have to spend time worrying about how to keep us from the
truth. They, too, would benefit from the chance to direct their creativity,
being served by the robots, rather than us, to the standard of living they
now have.
We, in turn, in granting them their luxury, expect ours to be allowed as
well. Individuals of Sentience will build their lives to the quality picture