Posted by BigFeatherPhotos on Fri, 07/20/2007 - 06:02 :: Stories
The Spy / 1
Copyright Dennis Miller
(the OTHER One!)
310 536 0066
Izit1@sbcglobal.net
THE SPY
What if your canary or cockateil wasn’t simply your pet? What if there was a “darker” purpose to little tweety’s calls? Hmmm?
MANDATORY PERIODIC INTELLIGENCE REPORT # 1232w22345ht
FROM Agent #4333DoooWeeyTTT
DATE: ^66>675548Adfe, 675
305 (earth) days since -Inception Of Mission
Most Lofty Ones-
Greetings & felicitations!
I’ve observed these “humans” for nearly one of their units of time, referred to here as a “year”. This is my mandatory, daily report, though as usual, there isn’t much new to recount.
As I’ve reported before, their behavior is consistent with their behavior every other night cycle.
It seems to never vary.
They eat.
Then, they sit in front of this mysterious box that makes colors & noises. They seem to enjoy this “activity”.
It often elicits comedic responses from my host subjects.
The Spy / 2
It is curious.
They seem to glean nothing concrete from this exercise, yet they continue to do it. Indeed, it seems to be almost a routine, nightly. Consequently, I feel that I may be missing some important subtlety. I will invest more time in research and keep you apprised.
It is curious.
All this is, despite your insistence that this behavior must be some sort of ruse to flush out our spies placed among them. On the contrary, I’ve observed no variance in this behavior, and thus, am led to believe that the endeavors described here, and in past missives, is sincere & must form the basis for some religious or political matrix, heretofore unknown to us, or, to our advance intelligence team.
This is, of course, despite extensive research before embarking upon this risky endeavor, prior to full scale invasion. I need not stress the risk entailed or the potential embarrassment (at least!) risked every day by your loyal operatives, myself included.
I’m frequently left alone & reconnoiter at will during these times, incrementally gaining ever more information, prior to the invasion. I’m left the run of the “human” domicile, but my scouting opportunities are limited, as the outer doors to the domicile are, seemingly always kept closed, thus proscribing any more extensive observations.
There are continuing problems with what they call “Windows”. They are clear, and yet, every opportunity I take to try to fly through them, I am stopped by some impenetrable, and invisible force. Regarding these, “windows”- I’ve yet to discover how they utilize them, yet they seem to be an integral part of the typical domicile.
The Spy / 3
I’ve yet to discover the secret behind this formidable technology. It is daunting & cause for renewed caution, in these dangerous times.
Also frequently, I am incarcerated for no apparent reason. During these times, I of course, can only observe, because as you remind me so often, I’m not to disturb my “cover” and disrupt the flock’s plans for more worlds to dominate. Any false steps, would, of course, constitute, early warnings, and would, of course jeopardize these long held plans.
As for myself, and, regarding personal concerns, I’ve been fortunate in that I’ve had little trouble locating edible substances, within my compact and transparent spy chamber. And, while I do not recognize many of these foods, they have proved, ultimately, to be edible. At great risk to my personal self, I’ve been forced to experiment with many of these alien foods, but fortunately, to date, there have been few mishaps.
The Skies Be Thanked Profusely.
As near as I’m able to ascertain, this culture is ripe for invasion; ready for domination. There is a tendency among the natives to ignore important facets of their world around them; such as: the environment, weather, predators, etc.
It is quite possible that our ultimate domination would be a blessing, thus saving a great deal of loss of life & life’s opportunities. In this agent’s opinion, there is a drastic economic & cultural slide about to begin, which, if we act quickly, can be avoided.
Suggest continuance, and even acceleration of long-held plans regarding gradual, but rapid introduction of ever more of our agents into this society.
The Spy / 4
Eventually, our superiority will become apparent to them, and as in other worlds, they will cede their government to our control; to our (obviously superior) wisdom.
The Skies Be Thanked Evermore!
******
The TV show went out to commercial. The husband took a sip of beer.
The couple sat in their couch awaiting the beginning of the next show. It was a nice evening together.
“You know, Hon, I’ll be working late again, tomorrow night. I’ll call to let you know when to start dinner, okay?”
“Sure. Just call ahead & everything will be ready for us to eat together when you get here, alright?
“Sure.”
He took a sip of beer. He looked at their cockateil talking loudly into her mirror.
“You know, isn’t it strange... Every night, almost like clockwork, Dewey starts talking to her mirror, between nine thirty and ten. She talks earnestly & loudly.
- Almost like someone with something important to say, but with a poor long distance connection.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed.” She replied. “You’re not the only one who shushes her so that we can hear the TV!”
“Still, it’s weird how she can be so...punctual. It’s consistent. Nine thirty- to ten pm every night, she talks to the “other bird” in her mirror.”
He took another sip of beer.
The Spy / 5
“Yeah.” She agreed. “It must be an important facet of her little life; talking to the “other bird” in the mirror, every night before she goes to sleep. I think it’s kind of sweet.”
“Really?”
“Yeah...”
“Okay...”
About then, the next TV show started.
They lost interest in Dewey, so long as she was quiet. Besides, it was now well after ten pm.
Dewey watched.
Dewey was patient & well trained.
Dewey watched the people.
Tomorrow, she would report again.
Copyright Dennis Miller
(the OTHER One!)
310 536 0066
Izit1@sbcglobal.net
THE SPY
What if your canary or cockateil wasn’t simply your pet? What if there was a “darker” purpose to little tweety’s calls? Hmmm?
MANDATORY PERIODIC INTELLIGENCE REPORT # 1232w22345ht
FROM Agent #4333DoooWeeyTTT
DATE: ^66>675548Adfe, 675
305 (earth) days since -Inception Of Mission
Most Lofty Ones-
Greetings & felicitations!
I’ve observed these “humans” for nearly one of their units of time, referred to here as a “year”. This is my mandatory, daily report, though as usual, there isn’t much new to recount.
As I’ve reported before, their behavior is consistent with their behavior every other night cycle.
It seems to never vary.
They eat.
Then, they sit in front of this mysterious box that makes colors & noises. They seem to enjoy this “activity”.
It often elicits comedic responses from my host subjects.
The Spy / 2
It is curious.
They seem to glean nothing concrete from this exercise, yet they continue to do it. Indeed, it seems to be almost a routine, nightly. Consequently, I feel that I may be missing some important subtlety. I will invest more time in research and keep you apprised.
It is curious.
All this is, despite your insistence that this behavior must be some sort of ruse to flush out our spies placed among them. On the contrary, I’ve observed no variance in this behavior, and thus, am led to believe that the endeavors described here, and in past missives, is sincere & must form the basis for some religious or political matrix, heretofore unknown to us, or, to our advance intelligence team.
This is, of course, despite extensive research before embarking upon this risky endeavor, prior to full scale invasion. I need not stress the risk entailed or the potential embarrassment (at least!) risked every day by your loyal operatives, myself included.
I’m frequently left alone & reconnoiter at will during these times, incrementally gaining ever more information, prior to the invasion. I’m left the run of the “human” domicile, but my scouting opportunities are limited, as the outer doors to the domicile are, seemingly always kept closed, thus proscribing any more extensive observations.
There are continuing problems with what they call “Windows”. They are clear, and yet, every opportunity I take to try to fly through them, I am stopped by some impenetrable, and invisible force. Regarding these, “windows”- I’ve yet to discover how they utilize them, yet they seem to be an integral part of the typical domicile.
The Spy / 3
I’ve yet to discover the secret behind this formidable technology. It is daunting & cause for renewed caution, in these dangerous times.
Also frequently, I am incarcerated for no apparent reason. During these times, I of course, can only observe, because as you remind me so often, I’m not to disturb my “cover” and disrupt the flock’s plans for more worlds to dominate. Any false steps, would, of course, constitute, early warnings, and would, of course jeopardize these long held plans.
As for myself, and, regarding personal concerns, I’ve been fortunate in that I’ve had little trouble locating edible substances, within my compact and transparent spy chamber. And, while I do not recognize many of these foods, they have proved, ultimately, to be edible. At great risk to my personal self, I’ve been forced to experiment with many of these alien foods, but fortunately, to date, there have been few mishaps.
The Skies Be Thanked Profusely.
As near as I’m able to ascertain, this culture is ripe for invasion; ready for domination. There is a tendency among the natives to ignore important facets of their world around them; such as: the environment, weather, predators, etc.
It is quite possible that our ultimate domination would be a blessing, thus saving a great deal of loss of life & life’s opportunities. In this agent’s opinion, there is a drastic economic & cultural slide about to begin, which, if we act quickly, can be avoided.
Suggest continuance, and even acceleration of long-held plans regarding gradual, but rapid introduction of ever more of our agents into this society.
The Spy / 4
Eventually, our superiority will become apparent to them, and as in other worlds, they will cede their government to our control; to our (obviously superior) wisdom.
The Skies Be Thanked Evermore!
******
The TV show went out to commercial. The husband took a sip of beer.
The couple sat in their couch awaiting the beginning of the next show. It was a nice evening together.
“You know, Hon, I’ll be working late again, tomorrow night. I’ll call to let you know when to start dinner, okay?”
“Sure. Just call ahead & everything will be ready for us to eat together when you get here, alright?
“Sure.”
He took a sip of beer. He looked at their cockateil talking loudly into her mirror.
“You know, isn’t it strange... Every night, almost like clockwork, Dewey starts talking to her mirror, between nine thirty and ten. She talks earnestly & loudly.
- Almost like someone with something important to say, but with a poor long distance connection.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed.” She replied. “You’re not the only one who shushes her so that we can hear the TV!”
“Still, it’s weird how she can be so...punctual. It’s consistent. Nine thirty- to ten pm every night, she talks to the “other bird” in her mirror.”
He took another sip of beer.
The Spy / 5
“Yeah.” She agreed. “It must be an important facet of her little life; talking to the “other bird” in the mirror, every night before she goes to sleep. I think it’s kind of sweet.”
“Really?”
“Yeah...”
“Okay...”
About then, the next TV show started.
They lost interest in Dewey, so long as she was quiet. Besides, it was now well after ten pm.
Dewey watched.
Dewey was patient & well trained.
Dewey watched the people.
Tomorrow, she would report again.