Two Sides of the Coin

The Coin: I am the Coin. I shine among the others. I, despite my relatively low value, can be bartered with any other stuff you can mention. I, too, have ever-changing values, which depend on the activities of various interests. I cannot buy love, but I can be valued as love.

The Coin: I have two sides of myself, of course, one is the Superbo and another is the Inferbo. Like tossing coins, life goes on with one of my sides on, but can’t be both or neither. Well but who is the Coin? The Coin is the Superbo and the Inferbo. You bet. But the Superbo ain’t no Inferbo, neither do they otherwise. They’re fighting their way to show up at any chance, but sometimes they sit together and chat. I know it, I am both of them. No Superbo without Inferbo, despite their mutually exclusive relationship.

The Coin: Nobody could interfere if they’re up to a chat, not even me, the both of them. And it’s time for them to chat. And if there’s Superbo and Inferbo together, they’re me, so that I will not exist or I am exist if both of them are around. Think of it yourself, but remember, when they’re talking, I’m not there. Or I’m there. It’s up to you.

Superbo: So here I am. I’m not the Coin, I’m just Superbo without the Inferbo. And there’s no Superbo together with Inferbo, so there’s no Coin. Maybe the Coin doesn’t even exist at all. Except, yes, that shiny thing in my pocket.

Inferbo: Failure, that is. Existence of the Coin is nothing but a failure. Great people might be flashing outside the Shell. But me, Inferbo, is safe within the Shell. Got everything here, except my self esteem. Should’ve left it out there. Not me, of course. That’s Superbo when he’s bouncing his ass around. He won’t go far from the Shell, not with me in there.

Superbo: I’m sorry, audience, but poor Inferbo lives in a shell. I don’t know what’s inside, I never know, I’m not him after all. But I belong here, under the sky, on the Earth, born to explore, adventure, and conquer. I know that everything will eventually be mine. Everything I’ve seen, yes they are. But not that with Inferbo around. I won’t make it in time Inferbo’s on, and once he’s done, I’ve got to start it all over again. However, the Coin plays on external interests, and now it’s my showtime on demand.

Inferbo: But after all these years, I was the one who showed up most. There must be a conspiracy out there to kick me off and let Superbo on the show, but they won’t succeed. I’ve been controlling the Coin before, and I’ll do it again. My Shell is undoubtedly powerful. Nobody could breach the defense. Not even Superbo.

Superbo: You did it when the Coin was in the Shell. Everything happened within the Shell. Now that the Coin was exposed–discovered by everyone and was put on a pedestal–I’m taking control. The Coin is Superbo, and you, you can watch it in your Shell. An inconvenient truth, it is, but it is and there’s nothing you can do with it. Not in the Shell.

Inferbo: But I’ll take the Coin into the Shell again, when it’s time for me to show up. Everytime I show up, I’ll do everything I could to take it into the Shell, and as you know, in my Shell, I am invincible.

Superbo: The matter is, my friend, that there’ll be no time for you to show up.

Inferbo: There’ll be. It’s as certain as tossing a coin repeatedly on successive heads hoping that you’re gonna get tails eventually.

Superbo: But, my friend, the tails had already showed up successively before, dominating for a long, long time, so chances are thin, if not negligible, for you to show up again.

Inferbo: You lot are really confident with what small chance you’ll have. You played with streaky wins and believed that you’ll never fail. We played with sharp calculation and ensured that we’re not gonna fail.

Superbo: Yeah, taking you a lifetime to calculate something that, by chance, I can get through in a split second.

Inferbo: By chance, my friend. Chances are, the next time you try, the streak will come to an end.

Superbo: Not with me at the high winds.

Inferbo: Define high winds.

The Coin: Enough, you two! I am the Coin, and I am in charge here. Now that I’m here, you two could disappear or simply exist together, which is impossible. Now scram.

The Coin: I remember that I said that I can’t interfere when the two are talking, but I can. Sometimes I surprise even myself.

Change?

I’m a man of subtleties, intrigue, and uncertainty, and so does my thoughts. It affects the progress of my work more or less, and now I decided to alter the plot of my story a bit. It’ll at least delay the progress a month or two, but it’ll give extra twists on the plot which makes it even more intriguing and alluring to read. I might be going too far and risk my lifetime opportunity into producing a novel suitable only for post-doctoral philosopher to digest, so that though my great name is hailed in university halls and libraries, the contents of my book will not be exposed to the public; those whose mind I’m intentionally trying to enlighten.

First, at the beginning of everything, let the prologue be the life of Nicolette Wynter, how she’s been dreaming of being another person, literally. The prologue will include the news of anomalies which began to occur throughout Harris.

Then, I shall expose the readers to Nicolette’s history class, delivering them a detailed description of the world at that time; the cultural and technological background of this whole story.

And, as we know, there’s a supernatural connection between Nicolette and a witness of great evil described later in the book, concealed by all means by many governments of the world. Such evil action was so sensitive that the means of covering it involved the complete erasure of all evidences–including the witness mentioned.

Like the former version of the story, the connection was made through means of subconscious realm–dreams, in this case. That the witness and Nicolette shared memories through Nicolette’s dreams, so that the keychain of evidences won’t be lost even though all witnesses has been cleared.

The difference is, the connection didn’t come constantly in a lifetime, but happened by chance, triggered by an accident where Nicolette got hit on her head. The witness herself, however, did not know about the connection, and thought that all had lost when she, along with hundreds of thousand citizens of Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, perished in a horrible catastrophe known to the world as the ‘Halifax Bloody Snow’. The connection was terminated ever since, but left questions to Nicolette’s curious mind, as well as a preserved keychain of investigation to unveil the most horrible secret of human civilization.

There are still lots of things to be done, but I’ll take care of it soon.

It’s July! Horray!

Okay, the post after June 19 was dated July 14. It’s been nearly a month and I know that it has bad effects on my blogging habit, but the delay was inevitable.

First, I couldn’t go online since June 20, and the Internet facility at my residence was only available after July 1.

Second, even though the Internet facility was available, I could only access it for one hour and a half a day. C’mon, how could one blog given only an hour and a half to think and write and post? The internet connection itself were also ridiculously slow, and the connection occassionally terminated at critical moments.

I’m at my parents’ residence, but will be back late in this month. I hope I can blog regularly again as soon as I’m back.

And hey, July 14 is Fortuna’s birthday! Happy birthday Fortuna!

Statistics

When one or two casualties fell as a result of wrong system in this free world, it’ll be considered a tragedy. But if the casualties went in great numbers of more than two digits, it’ll only be mentioned as statistics.

An all-out search conducted by the States police rescued 985 missing injured casualties of the Cleansing tragedy–those found alive by miracle, they said–and recovered 55,764 bodies. 31,794 of them were still missing–including the Heretics all over the United States, which had became the most wanted criminals. Unfortunately not even one of them were caught–or at least spotted–anywhere in the States. They were like vanishing in the trails of dawn after the Cleansing were carried out.

Some of the living casualties and witnesses confessed that they saw the suspected cult leaders which rallied the Heretics, but due to the chaos during the Cleansing, none of them were able to identify any of them. The tragedy itself left a deep trauma upon all American population, as well as the world. So deep, that not any of the witnesses dared to testament the details of the Cleansing and its systematic chronology.

Neither did the Appleton students which were at Harriet Green Lawn during the Cleansing.

An Earlier Catastrophe (III)

Charles Montgomery, he was killed by the Heretics as the first blood spilled in the year, in a ritual marking the beginning of the Cleansing.

Mark Jernigan, he succumbed into the will of the Heretics. He became one of them, had faith on their grim ideology, and thus, joined them to bring out the Cleansing. Although so, his motives were solely by fear of demise as like his friend Montgomery, and in that condition, were tolerable.

Frank Sicily, he’s still with the Jocks. If the Heretics were about to get him, they’re about to face the whole Jocks. And it means that, the Heretics were about to slaughter the entire Appleton Annihilator squad.

The Heretics were on the move. Using identical black vans, they swarmed the city streets, heading to their destination: Frank Sicily. And that means bloodbath.

The mysterious cult leader, he disappeared among the shadows of the moving Heretics. His motives were still unknown, but his work was catastrophic.

And there left the witnesses: Fedca Lawrence and his fellow Commoners, silently returned to follow the Heretics; whilest Jane Maxwell and the girls stayed at their place, waiting for them to begone completely while gathering courage to approach the pentagram at the center of the amphitheater.

As they did so, Nicolette took a clear view of the phallic figure. No, it wasn’t meant to be phallic at all. It’s a figure of a pharos, or ancient lighthouse, and at the place of the beacon, there was an eye: an ever-seeing eye of the Dei–whatever they called it.

A hint: it’s the Lighthouse of Mankind. And Nicolette had no idea of what it was until the  manifestation of the Lighthouse itself, January 17, 2050.

As the dawn breaks, the world were shocked by the greatest massacre ever to occur in the United States, and the highest death toll in the US history.

The Heretics’ Cleansing were carried out in almost all high schools all over the United States, resulting in the death of 25,382 high school students–all of which were typically high school jock–and 88,543 missing. Among the numbers missing were the Heretics, the suspects of this horrible crime, all with ingeniously identical identity: black robes, bald heads, satanic tattoos, and background as the bullied and intimidated ones in high school. Many experts tried to link this with cases of mentally unstable high school students committing brutal vengeances against their oppressors at school, while this rendered the police all over the States working way past their work time, to conduct a completely failed investigation.

America would never be the same since that day. And neither would the world.