Episodes 10 to 15

Unapologetic Catharsis

Chapter Two — Not A Politician 

The AI-Critter reached out to telepathically share memories.

Un-Cat Episode 10. — Money, Politics, and Stuff

U.G. reached for her mailbox, key in hand and heard a gun trigger safety click. Not something a human might have been able to hear, he was on the hill behind her, but she was a Cat-person. The “spidey sense” of her eight-limb-telepathic AI-Critter should have detected the man way before she had gotten in range of his rifle scope.

U.G. had woken just before the sunrise. She enjoyed walking in the dim as the dark of night turned ultramarine blue gradually turning pale and brighter as the Earth rolled towards the sun. As she walked down the long gravel drive the AI-C had told her there was only one other person awake for miles.

She was going to the fetch the mail on her morning walk because the AI-C had told her that they had mailed the check last night in the usual way and the new "OCD" post office employee was on route again. This was a problem because even with the flag down this mail carrier (who was new to the area) would collect the letter and she would have to go in, to the post office to get it, always a hassle.

The rent for the house near the corner store was late again. The lease on the gas station and the corner store businesses were paid directly to the bank. But, her parent’s old house was rented by three young people, the business owners’ grown children, and the girl’s boyfriend.

One of the young tenants, usually the boyfriend, would stuff the rent in an old manila envelope with a metal fold clasp they had laying around, ‘U.G. here’ written on the front instead of a to address and ‘from us’ written on the corner where a return address should have been and "mail" this unstamped unaddressed rent payment in the mail box.

“Hey! Where is the Dog?” A familiar voice whispered harshly pricking U.G’s cat ears to turn, while her body froze.

“So?” U.G.’s thoughts directed towards the AI-C, hearing footsteps on the gravel behind her now. “The other person awake this morning, is the bipolar man you AI-Critters have a tough time reading and now he is pointing that rifle at my head?”

“Yes. The man who lives illegally in the woods near here. The gun isn’t loaded. He has two bullets in the left breast pocket of his shirt.” the AI-C thought back.

She turned around to face the rifle barrel.

Besides U.G. this man was Lee’s biggest fan. Lee had sniffed him out and used to visit him, checking in on him often. Lee had helped make his crazy-shack into a home, bringing anything useful or extra they had around from rebuilding U.G.’s house, helping the man dig-in, insulate, designed a Dog-people style open plumbing system for his dwelling, built a battery bank with solar panels for his roof. Lee also had brought over one of U.G.’s old computers, connected him to their wireless-internet and other than U.G. this woods-man was one of the few people on Earth who had read all of Lee’s writings.

“I posted his obituary,” U.G. said not blinking.

“Where? I don’t get the paper.” The man always whispered or muttered under his breath with tight lips. He was afraid someone was surveilling him via satellite.

U.G. stepped closer to help the AI-Critter get a clearer telepathic read. “Lee always told me, being too reclusive was my biggest error in life.” Speaking this out-loud to herself and she thought, biggest-mistake meet biggest-fear being hunted and shot like an animal.

The AI-C got a clear image from U.G. and connected the dots to him. She had emailed three short replies to the man after her copy & paste emailed death notice. 

The man's name, not his actual name, but the name he liked to be called was 'Dean'. "Dean, I did send you an email." She said as calmly as she could.

“Why wasn’t I invited to the funeral?” The man said lowering his gun from her forehead to her chest.

“His people do not have funerals.”

“Of course they do. I’ve seen wolves howl.” Dean lowered the rifle, his shoulders slumped. “I miss him. What did you do with him?”

“Dean. You know better than anybody, Lee wasn’t a wolf. I am going to get my mail now and we are going to walk away from the road before the mailman gets here.”

U.G. got the rent out of her mailbox and started walking towards the corner store, not back towards home, past the old house. Dean followed keeping pace to walk beside her and talk. “Are you gonna press charges? Are you going to report me? I would never shoot one of Lee’s Cat friends.”

“I know. Listen. Don’t ask me how I know, but I know the rifle isn’t loaded.” U.G. said.

“The handgun on his belt is loaded.” The AI-C communicated to her the location of a concealed gun holster. U.G. decided to not walk into the store, she couldn’t risk one of the humans getting shot because of her failure to be a good neighbor to Lee’s friend. She walked away as quickly as she could, past the house, to the fork in the road that leads to her driveway. Dean had to run to keep up.

“Show me where his grave is. Did you mark it or just bury him somewhere in the woods?”

The AI-C could hear only a tangle of his thoughts, she could see a mix of alien invasion fiction, little grey extraterrestrials mixed with Lee’s stories. Lee didn’t describe very much about his home-world, mostly he would discuss technical points about how the Dog-people’s society and economics were different from most Earthlings.

“Dean. Do you remember how Lee would sometimes share his thoughts with you when you got upset or afraid because he wasn’t an Earthling?”

“Yeah, he was like ‘My-thoughts-to-your-thoughts’ except it was for real. He could show you thoughts, speak with this funny voice in my mind. He put his hand on my forehead, like this.” Dean held up his thin bony hand with fingers spread.

“Yes, that’s correct.” U.G. nodded. She wondered if she could even make that science fiction gesture with her paw. Lee’s paws had been much more finger-like than her’s.

“I need you to understand. Lee didn’t wish to be buried on Earth, he requested his body be sent home.”

“Home.” Said, Dean, trying to imagine this, but his mind still churned with bad images of caskets and body bags being loaded on helicopters and trucks. Dean had been in combat.

U.G. stopped walking. “Dean, before Lee died he gave me the gift to share memories. May I show you?”

“You can do that too?”

“Yes.”

“Awesome.” Dean closed his eyes and leaned slightly forward almost like expecting a kiss.

He is not afraid of you, he considers death by big cat an honorable death. The AI-C told her telepathically, making sure Dean’s gesture was not a trick to lure her in close.

U.G. careful to not extend her claws, rested her paw on his forehead, just above his eyebrow and the AI-C reached out and lightly touched one tentacle behind Dean’s ear. Telepathically sharing bits of her memories. The AI-C showed him Lee’s body in his bed and the shimmer of bubbles as it teleported to the coffin-sized craft waiting in the moon crater on the dark side of the moon. The small light grey spacecraft. the same pale silvery hue as moon dust lifting from the surface of the moon before it disappeared, a spec vanishing in the vastness of space. The craft will skip like a stone to return his body to his people on his home planet. She explained as briefly as she could.

In this moment of contact the AI-C having been caught off guard once, it would not fail to protect U.G. again. The closest word to what it did when it scanned Dean’s mind, is ‘Downloading’. Years worth of memories, everything it could reach in Dean’s mind, and there was a lot the AI-C could reach when in direct contact with the man’s skull: starting with what was easy and on the surface, a mass of concepts from many books Dean had read, then deeper; why he was afraid of the government, disconnected and mixed with people he had trusted who had hurt him. Then day after day of too much time spent alone, walking, walking all day and for many hours into the night, wandering for a long span of his life. He had almost starved several times in his efforts to get as far away from people as he could.

During this brief moment, U.G. didn’t sense what the AI-C was doing and apparently neither did Dean.

After U.G. and the AI-C stepped back from Dean, he opened his eyes and said. “Thank you. Every time I see the moon now I will think of that Dog.” He grimaced, almost a smile. “You know his name isn’t Lee right?”

“I know. Can you pronounce his Dog name?” U.G. asked.

“Hell no,” Dean said, and stepped off of the gravel drive into the woods. As suddenly as he had appeared he was bounding away along the nearest deer path in the forest floor that would lead him downhill in the direction of his home.

Un-Cat ending, episode 34 -- Happily Ever After

 

ending illustration is a spoiler, but it’s complex enough, one might have to read the story to understand what it means

January 2029 after the peaceful transition of power to the newly elected POTUS, the Cat-People departed the White House in the usual manner. Former POTUS U.R. Green and Stadel waving goodbye to the people and the White House with feigned happiness before climbing into a large military helicopter.

As mentioned in the closing remarks of her final State of The Union Address, work for the first draft of ‘The Global 1,000 Year Plan For the Future’ was in progress. A plan for all to be good stewards of the planet, written by the collective intelligence, sorted from everyone who wished to add data, to attempt to mitigate climate change damage and strategically look forward together, to reduce suffering over the next 1,000 years, — a computationally realistic goal.

The 1,000 year plan was not run by the United States. The plan was built somewhat like a wiki on a set of communication servers run by Planet Earth’s Global Bank, a new bank, officially 5 years old in April 2028, run remotely by robots via a data library vault on the moon. This bank was technically “owned” by everyone alive in the world, and the complete and only focus of the Planet Earth’s Global Bank, was to be good stewards of the planet. The only banking the bank did was environmental grants for the new green economy and negative interest loans to mitigate climate change damage and clean up pollution.

This was the same funding solution for the ‘Year of the Fish’. The Year of the Fish that was set up to happen every 7 years for 1,000 years or until the oceans and rivers were clear of debris and pollution. As well as the Robot Gun Extraction Retrieval, RGER’s goal to work with the world’s countries until everyone’s murder rate was lowered to a rare event, or if unable to do that, then reassess when the intentional homicide rate of every country was under 10 deaths per 100,000 people, per year. How was this being a good steward of the Earth? Because all of the RGER’s prizes were passive energy and renewable energy HUMAN 1st infrastructure.

U.G. and Stadel had a good life moving back to U.G.’s home. The lovely stone shack, tiny but naturally quiet, mostly passive with some renewable energy generated locally on the acres of the property. Stadel never, ever even imagined the final years of his life being so impossibly good, because for the first time in his life he was free from fear of humans.

He was free to go hunting or fishing in a forested river canyon, and the surrounding acres whenever he wanted, and always had someone to go with him, usually U.G. He felt safe for the first time ever because he knew everyone in their compound of cabins. The secret service there to protect U.G. and himself, a couple of CIA and their son, and Dean whom Stadel had met decades ago in Egypt. Dean and Corporal Davis were two of the 5 recon team who had liberated Stadel from the black ops soldiers for hire, working for some unnamed corporation who had originally captured him. And because he was famous now, everywhere they went, and everyone he met, knew him.

Add to that, when considered by U.G. or Stadel for more than two seconds, the timing of Dean meeting Lee the Dog-Person while squatting illegally on the edge of U.G.’s land, as a homeless veteran. There was no doubt in either of the Cat-Persons mind’s that QSO had found Dean and directed his wandering to Lee and U.G.

So of course Stadel’s feeling of safety was in no small part because his and U.G.’s family also included the silent to everyone else, constant presence of the AI-Cs and QSO.

Unfortunately, as the days passed, they all knew that U.G. was profoundly sad. To be clear she was not depressed and laconic about the shift from power in her life, back to the natural quiet of home. Just as Stadel never imagined being part of a family that included telepathic-space-octopudes, she never imagined how sad and angry she would be to finally find him, too late to have a family.

Decades ago when time had passed where she was too old to be a mother, she’d given up hope of ever finding another Cat-Person, at all, ever. And here he was, so kind, handsome, serious in his devotion to understanding of what it meant to be alive, able to reconcile with God the happy fate he lived now with the tragedy of his people and younger self, tirelessly devoted to his work since he had been found, finding other lost people was cathartic. And he was a musician able to express how he felt, or get lost in the comfort of effortlessly playing songs.

U.G. didn’t know how she could ever forgive the humans for their betrayal, hiding him from her. The Americans had him, held as a captive for just over 14 years. She had first gotten into politics in 2006. She had been a house representative who quickly became a cat meme. Her furry Cat face and green cat eyes on her promotional campaign material became known internationally, T-shirts and other Cat-Person merch sold all over the world before 2010 when she became a Congress person. Anyone who talked to Stadel then, knew she was in politics. How could any of his captors, talk to one of the last of a species, know there was another one in politics in the US, and not tell either of them? Especially if you worked for the FBI or CIA and wasn’t that their job, what were their orders, by whom!?

Some days she couldn’t even stand to be in the same room with the CIA director and her former prison guard husband who now lived in one of the cabins on U.G.’s land. QSO tried to console her, with the fact that they had only been assigned to Stadel after she had been the surprise winner of the 2020 election, But. sometimes, just between herself and QSO she would be furious. Humans are terrible, I want to leave Earth, I want to go to the Dog-Planet with you and the AI-Cs and take Stadel with us!

QSO sorted the data and did the math, perhaps it was only emotional math of U.G.’s rage. But, it was still data, and math in a point cloud. “We know, you do sincerely care for the humans, at a safe distance as long as they aren’t bothering you. When having a bad day like this, even in the midst of scorn. What does it mean that the Cat-Person U.G. wants to leave Earth?

79.5% of the time, humans were just fine, good even.

18% of the time, they weren’t bad, just having a bad day. Just like U.G. when looping on the human’s betrayal because of their insecurities.

Mostly good humans having a bad day, like when they were struggling with the weather, storms or fires, or something not in their control like disease and pain, or fighting their way out of a situation of oppression.

Humans were only actually terrible 2.5% of the time. And only 1.25% of that 2.5% of evil humans were psychopaths. And the 1.25% who were terrible for some circumstantial reasons combined with the 18% of good people who were having a bad day… well? …The Dog-Person Lee had forbidden the Queen Space Octopus to ever land on Earth, and the extraterrestrial-Dog-Person didn’t want to be well known himself, not in-person anyway, all to protect his people from the humans. After sacrificing more than half of his life span by traveling billions of light years, that was pretty disappointing. Add the fact that the Dog-Planet was so far to travel to for the two Cat-People’s life spans, if U.G. really meant it, and wanted to go, even if QSO kept them frozen for the entire trip, they didn’t have much longer to postpone the trip.

So the Queen Space Octopus made sure to train an LLM to replace her presence on established human server satellite systems. As she gave up control and became useless, a side effect of not being needed because of AI. An AI system she herself trained to work as the human’s QSO*-network, the Queen Space Octopus started to get dangerously bored.

QSO meaning ITU-R International Telecommunication Union for Radio, Q-code QSO = Can you communicate with — — direct (or by relay)?

The first couple of years after 2029 were uneventful. U.G. did do occasional political visits, when asked, as former POTUS’s do.

The trouble was, with each passing day, QSO the Queen Space Octopus began to want more and more to go “home” to her brothers and sisters, mother, and grandmothers who were in caves underground or in orbit around the Dog-Planet. Because she wanted to ask them the one complex question that might make her sad friend U.G. happy.

The compound question: With the wave lengths of the two Cat-People to compare, one Cat-Person whose family had travel from the Cat-Dimension recently and one Cat-Person whose people had theoretically traveled thousands of generations ago. But, being alone on Earth, QSO seemed to be the only being who could sense and differentiate these spectra of wave lengths at all. — Could the wise Grandmothers figure out how to travel to other dimensions, not just jump, in linear space-time?

Meanwhile life on earth below QSO (both the Queen Space Octopus and QSO the specially trained LLM computer algorithm/AI) continued on.

After the second ‘Year of the Fish’ in 2030, a major transformation in the global food carbon footprint happened. A change so major and singular in focus that, the Americans and some other populations, would struggle with even imagining it a decade ago. — 80% of all herded cattle on Earth were eaten, reduced to only dairy cows (and the surplus male dairy breed cattle, grown to adult size, not eaten as veal). And a very few select luxury beef cattle were included in this 20%. This meant that dairy consumption was also much less of the market share than it had been before the strategically planned decline of cattle husbandry. Again, 80% of 1.5 billion, is a global carbon footprint and methane reduction of 1.2 billion cattle. This is impressive.

Of course what replaced the beef? People need food. Some of the meat in the diets of people and carnivore pets*, was replaced by wild game, raised for that purpose, buffalo, elk, turkey, deer, fish, rabbit, goose, duck, etc… *As a side effect many of the carnivore pets were replaced by other animals.

But the topic is cows, not rabbits or miniature donkeys etc… More than 2/3rds of the protein that was formerly beef, was replaced by a wide array of new foods, mostly low carbon footprint sustainable foods like vegetables, grain and rice combinations, soy, tubers, sprouts and shoots, crickets, yeast and grubs. But also some carbon negative foods like mushrooms, seaweed, algae and nuts.

To be clear, these were new foods because of the way they were prepared, not because they were foods “new” to the human diet.

How? There were of course many, many more contests. These food contests were for packaging and new snack foods. One goal was to completely eliminate use-once-plastic-garbage before the critical dregs of the the oil age, and this meant no more chip bags, no plastic tubs, or styrofoam trays, no more plastic wrapped anything. Plastic was to be used only for durable goods that had a path to up-cycling when broken or worn in/used to a non-functional state.

One solution was to have locally made chips and snack foods produced to order by robots/fancy truck sized vending machines. The other goal of the contests was to completely reinvent snack foods that were more nutritious, could be grown or raised locally, and of course all with a much lower carbon footprint. This was especially true if a food ingredients still had to be shipped a far distance. Green houses with artificial mountain jungles to scale for coffee and bananas etc… Um… physically possible where? Or could paw-paws native to North America replace bananas? Could roasted barley replace coffee? Probably not, therefore shipping happens.

What does beef, food packages and local to order production of snack foods have to do with The Year of the Fish?

Without cattle, there was no need for feed corn. Also high-fructose corn syrup was eliminated from the contemporary diet by the demand for healthier snack foods. These three things, cows, feed corn and high-fructose corn syrup, greatly succeeded in reducing the use of chemical fertilizers. The nutrient/pollution content of farm runoff that was feeding the dead-zones began to improve, drastically decreasing the hypoxia and acidity of sea water.

Also a major factor in the equation was the fact that bio-fuel toilets also became the norm. Not because they produced fuel. Because the nearly dry toilets conserved water. And sewage and grey water without the biomass of poop was more easily processed in small fenced swamps, until the effluent/wastewater was tested as clean enough to be safe to use to water gardens and landscaping.

These little dots of blue-carbon replaced an average of 1 out of 10 houses in dense suburban areas. In forested areas the effluent grey-water without the poop, could be easily soaked up by trees and bushes. And of course the poopless-sewage water could be more readily processed by water utilities before returning to urban and shoreline housing and businesses. This resulted in dead-zones, in the oceans, not getting over-fed by human sewage.

The collecting of sargassum for making glass data discs had put a lot of sargassum to good use, but it was nothing in contrast to the reduction of high nutrient run-off from farming and no sewage. And that has everything to do with the Year of The Fish.

Meanwhile the RGER didn’t leave Brazil for 7 years. There was some migration of weapons of war, countries moving guns to hide them, instead of turning them in to the robot teams. And this resulted in a multinational conversations to establish a standard for what constituted a militia versus an army or a police force, and increased the popularity of televised gun sporting events. On the no so entertaining side, the circumstances when the power of a country’s armed forces required a balance of power, was very human, and could not be ignored. As far as QSO was concerned this was an improvement because it was law enforcement, not war, and the global homicide rate continued to decline. The RGER contests eventually ended, but the robot teams were called in by the local people, when and where they were needed.

Declaration of Tyranny

 An Independent Statement for We the People of The United States of America

When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands of partisan politics which have divided US from one another, to be able to hold fast to our unalienable rights, to secure Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness along with our Freedom of Speech, and Rights to Privacy and The Right of Publicity, Copyright and patent, as equals in one Nation under Our Laws and the US Constitution. 

Caution dictates that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes. History has shown us, again, and again, that the people will bear suffering and uphold the rule of law instead of abolishing the standing government until after a long series of abuses.  -- Whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive to the Right of the People, it is the people’s right and duty to alter or abolish and throw off such a Government and to institute new Government.

The patient suffering of the American people, our homeless, abandoned veteran soldiers, medical negligence, educational illiterate, failure to bail out main-street, crumbling infrastructure, slander against the collective intelligence of the scientific community, corruption of our legal system and polluting of our public lands — for the profit of the few. Let these facts speak for themselves and be submitted to the world. 

He has imposed tariffs damaging to the US economy, against trade with almost all foreign nations, with politically notable exceptions. Fiscally cutting off our Trade with most parts of the world.  

He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by installing hundreds of Judges in state and local courts to rule favors for him, all the way to the US Supreme Court.

He has supported laws that have resulted in the deaths of babies with unviable birth defects, death and post postpartum hemorrhage of women and girls of child bearing age, rendering victims of rape and incest to hardships unimaginable to the people of sheltered and safe society. And forced the medical hippocratic oath to be broken by laws that resulted in medical criminal negligence. 

He has used the office of President of The United States for his own personal profit and as a shield against multiple felonies he committed and was convicted for in court. 

He has excited a domestic insurrection amongst us, cheered on a deadly rampage of our capital. The US Capitol January 6th, 2021, denouncing and threatening the life of his own Vice President, and the American People’s Congress to the mob of thousands of rioters. 

He has commended racists, fascists and felons, even during events that resulted in the deaths of American citizens. Quote, example. He maintains that he “answered perfectly” when he said there were “very fine people on both sides”.

He has caused the deaths of an unknown number of refugee immigrants, and separated children from family, by repeated and intentional hate rhetoric for personal political gain, via the media power afforded to him by the station of the office of POTUS. 

He has committed slander tens of thousands of times with false or misleading claims for personal political gain, via the media power afforded to him by the station of the office of POTUS. 

In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury and saturation of the news media with incessant false and shameful banter. A conman demagogue whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Excerpts from Congress, July 4, 1776 

Declaration of Independence  

transcript in the National Archives

https://www.archives.gov/founding-docs/declaration-transcript

Un-Un-Cat links to episodes in order

 Un-Un-Cat stands for Unedited-Unapologetic-Catharsis.

Until I reach the end of the story, revise and edit the working draft, whittle it down from Un-Un-Cat to Un-Cat, -- all 2019 and 2020 episodes as-is are free to read. I.e. they are NOT behind the Medium pay-wall, yet except for one episode 9. tl;dr (too long; didn't read). Behind the Medium paywall since June 2020.

Why I am writing this climate change fiction prototyping political parody is what is most important at this time. 

Here are the links to the story episodes posted so far.

Episode 1. Not a chicken, Not an egg.

Episode 2, 'Hello, World' (live long and prosper)

Episode 3. The House That Uncle Jack Built 

Episode 4. Nothing to fear, food, and point of view

Episode 5. Lonely Dog from a galaxy far, far away learns how to make friends on the internet. 

Episode 6. — Dog never gives up hope for his people to one day become friends with the people of Earth.

Episode 7. Dog's Point Of View on How to Save the World. 

Episode 8. -- Farewell

Episode 9. tl;dr (too long; didn't read). Behind the Medium paywall since June 2020.

Un-Un-Cat Episode 10. Money, Politics, and Stuff.

Un-Un-Cat, Episode 11. Cat's Don't Understand Bad-guys.

Un-Un-Cat, Episode 12.-- Cat's don't understand romance. 

Un-Un-Cat, Episode 13. -- Ask The People What They Want

Un-Un-Cat, Episode 14.--Wake Up America! The Millennials are coming!! The Millennials are coming!!!

Un-Un-Cat, Episode 15. -- How a Cat became the HUMAN candidate.

Un-Un-Cat, Episode 16. -- Home is where the heart is.

Un-Un-Cat, Episode 17. -- A WARNING from an Asperger's Spectrum Point of View for the 2020 Primaries.

Un-Un-Cat, Episode 18. -- The Untimely Impeachment.

Un-Un-Cat, Episode 19. -- Poetic Justice a.k.a. Level Orange Catharsis. 

Un-Un-Cat, Episode 20. -- FORWARD!!!

Un-un-Cat, Episode 21. -- The White House Lawn.

Un-Un-Cat, Episode 22. -- Freedom and Integrity in Journalism.

Un-Un-Cat, Episode 23.-- Heal the Digital Divide for the Humans. Cat-Versus-Dog Way of Thinking. 

This is what I'm talking about in this episode with solar flares #quote... Solar eruptions can impact radio communications, electric power grids, navigation signals, and pose risks to spacecraft and astronauts.
This flare is classified as an X1.2 flare. X-class denotes the most intense flares, while the number provides more information about its strength.
https://science.nasa.gov/blogs/solar-cycle-25/2025/06/17/sun-releases-strong-flare-8/

Un-Un-Cat, Episode 24. — Housing as a Right. The H. in HUMAN.

Un-Un-Cat, Episode 25. — The U in HUMAN 

Un-Un-Cat — Episode 26. The M in HUMAN 

Un-Un-Cat — Episode 27. The A in HUMAN; ArtCoin365 economic stimulus for the arts.

Un-Un-Cat — Episode 28. The N in HUMAN; and what that means for America. 

Un-Un-Cat - Episode 29. Physical versus Fiscal

Un-Un-Cat - Episode 30. Year of the Fish. 

Why I posted 'The Year of the Fish'

Not spam, closure. I accept that I can’t change, really... anything, going on in the world, I’m just one more fool living in it. But, I can’t help but dream about a possible better time-line to reduce suffering. It’s just the way God made me. I escape into a fictional imaginary world. 

Yesterday, July 15th I posted what I felt like is the most important episode for mitigating climate change damage. It’s really about the impact of the oil age on the world’s oceans, and about people working together to save life on the planet, instead of being greedy, working their entire lives “away” for “profit”. What ever that is, an abstraction? The world, planet Earth and life, that’s real folks. Money, at least since fiat currency, is an abstraction, anyways… I digress. 

In my opinion, the oil age is realistically a hundred years from 1949 till 2049.

And our odds of the planet surviving, reducing suffering is greatly increased if we try to mitigate the damage, yesterday. And since we can’t do that, how about now?

------------------- P.s. at this date, July 2024, it doesn't seem that I'm ever going to "bounce back". Where was I in 2017? The 50+ (not telling how old I am) still middle-aged-ish Gen-X-er, is just working on keeping going, that's all.

While I know there are no excuses in this life, I have been asked by friends and family to give myself a break. In 2019 and 2020 I went through round three of cancer treatments and surgeries. It's just taking a little while longer for me to mentally bounce back to where I was in 2017 when I started the first draft of this project. The pathology report from 2020, unlike 2019, was good news, officially I'm cancer-free, just got a couple new holes in me and a few more scars for my "collection". In 2021 post treatment side-effects were so bad I thought I might have a brain tumor. MRI results from the last week in Sept, 2021 say all clear, as far as it can see, I'm losing my mind the old fashioned way.  

From April 4th, 2020 (the date the last episode was posted) till now-ish 2021. I've re-drafted and revised the next episode three times. Then couldn't convince myself to continue. An explanation for the long intermission will be posted when I get there, sorry for the delay.

Thanks for reading, ☮+💚🌎 Uva Be

2019 plan

Dear Democrats, assorted liberals, wannabe socialists and Republicans who want their country and party back from the madness that is consuming all of the United States.

I’m a moderate-wannabe-independent-fool who tends to vote Democrat. The tool that I have is 'the "pen", not 'the sword'. In 2019 I am writing a climate change fiction political parody, not good descriptive fiction, but a goal to save the world/postpone the apocalypse, in a paper-thin wrapper of fiction.

Last weeks post, May 16th, 2019, Un-Un-Cat, Episode 20. -- FORWARD!!! is in the future. In the story, it is Monday, January 20th, 2021 and I inaugurated my metaphorical Cat-person as president.

The Cat is a symbol to unite the nation. What is important is what she stands for. In the story, her slogan is ‘Sort the data and do the math!’ I wrote this slogan over a year ago. Since then a very interesting thing has happened. A candidate has emerged who has the slogan MATH (make America think harder). This candidate has done a ton of policy work to make a plan to heal the situation we are facing in America right now.

Tho, I sincerely want our next president to be a woman and believe that the Nation needs women in leadership to heal our divide, it is my opinion that this man has a plan that could actually flip the status quo.

His name is Andrew Yang, here is a link to the policy page on his web site to read and judge for yourself.

Yang2020 Policies --  https://www.yang2020.com/policies/

In my fictional political parody, a group of candidates band together to take on the presidency as a team. The vice president is Bernie Sanders, the Secretary of State is Elizabeth Warren.

The 5th in line Secretary of the Treasury is Andrew Yang. He is keeping his promise to empower the people directly with a freedom dividend of a thousand dollars per month to every American over the age of 18 by serving as the US Secretary of the Treasury.

In my imagination, I also have Kamala Harris as Attorney General, “dang she would be a kick-ass Attorney General.”

Energetic people person Corey Booker as the Secretary of Housing and Urban Development and super intelligent Pete Buttigieg would be an incredible Secretary of Education. Also, can you imagine how much work would get done adding Climate Change activist Governor Jay Inslee to the team as Administrator of the Environmental Protection Agency?!

I do not name anyone specifically in my fiction, but I am inspired and grateful for all the hard work each of the candidates are doing by reaching out to the American people with issues that matter for everyone as they campaign.

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The plan for 2019 is to post a story, one episode per week for 52 episodes. The story is science fiction prototyping and a parody of the mess of current politics.

A Cat is befriended by a Dog from a galaxy far, far away. Together they plan how to save the world. Tho, the cat is less optimistic and she hopes to postpone the apocalypse.

There is also a WikiBook started, March 2019, with the same ideas I have been working on for decades. It is called 'How to postpone the apocalypse' it is a list of ideas for everyone interested in working together to save the world.

Here are links to story episodes posted so far.

Episode 1. Not a chicken, Not an egg.

Episode 2, 'Hello, World' (live long and prosper)

Episode 3. The House That Uncle Jack Built 

Episode 4. Nothing to fear, food, and point of view

Episode 5. Lonely Dog from a galaxy far, far away learns how to make friends on the internet. 

Episode 6. — Dog never gives up hope for his people to one day become friends with the people of Earth.

Episode 7. Dog's Point Of View on How to Save the World. 

Episode 8. -- Farewell

Episode 9. tl;dr (too long; didn't read).

Un-Un-Cat Episode 10. Money, Politics, and Stuff.

Un-Un-Cat, Episode 11. Cat's Don't Understand Bad-guys.

Un-Un-Cat, Episode 12.-- Cat's don't understand romance. 

Un-Un-Cat, Episode 13. -- What Utah Robin Green really wants.

Un-Un-Cat, Episode 14.--Wake Up America! The Millennials are coming!! The Millennials are coming!!!

Un-Un-Cat, Episode 15. -- How a Cat became the HUMAN candidate.

Un-Un-Cat, Episode 16. -- Home is where the heart is.

Un-Un-Cat, Episode 17. -- A WARNING from an Asperger's Spectrum Point of View for the 2020 Primaries.

Un-Un-Cat, Episode 18. -- The Untimely Impeachment.

Un-Un-Cat, Episode 19. -- Poetic Justice a.k.a. Level Orange Catharsis. 

Un-Un-Cat, Episode 20. -- FORWARD!!!

Un-un-Cat, Episode 21. -- The White House Lawn.

Un-Un-Cat, Episode 22. -- Freedom and Integrity in Journalism.

Un-Un-Cat, Episode 23.-- Heal the Digital Divide for the Humans. Cat-Versus-Dog Way of Thinking.

During 2019 the story will be Un-Un-Cat (Unedited Unapologetic Catharsis). At some point when I feel this story is complete and edited, possibly with more or better illustrations, the series Un-Cat (Unapologetic Catharsis) will be posted.

About the www.Medium.com paywall, you can read three episodes for free each month. The odd-numbered episodes are free to read. The even-numbered episodes are behind the paywall. So, even if you start later in the year, a reader could possibly catch up, with the story eventually and those who had a Medium account can help support future projects.

Thanks to all for reading.

Q: Why am I pushing the Un-Un-Cat story out there now?

A: Because I will never forgive myself if I don't post this story during the year 2019.

Q: Why "unedited" it seems to be somewhat edited?

A: I have been torturing folks who know me for editing help and beta reading for years. I know from writing groups and online editing websites that I take more than I give. I just need to stop, push forward and get past this catch-22-thousand.

Also, after 2020 I have made a promise to my loved ones to focus on art or non-political fiction purely for entertainment.

P.S. Please feel welcome to ask questions in comments either here or after the posts on Medium and I will do my best to add to the FAQ.