HopeEternalReigns

Hi all, I will be explaining more in this blurb than you are accustomed to hearing from me. Now, now, don’t worry too much. I haven’t gone all ‘mainstream’ here. I just need to apologize to Elrod the creator of “The Morphic Adaption Unit” universe. I have used the concept and in fact the unit itself without prior authorization. (I mean I used the idea of the unit in the story. Goddess, just thinking about actually having access to to the the real unit … it is mind boggling.) I sincerely hope the old saying ‘easier to get forgiveness than permission’ holds true in this case. If in fact Elrod feels I have stepped on the copyright inappropriately or if this story is unsuitable in any way to said author, I would ask the site master to pull the story immediately. Oh, and I used ideas from certain movies and some animations too, also without permission hopefully the producers won’t be coming here to read my trash, I mean my wonderful story. (BTW, suing me would yield a pair of panty-hose with a run and half a box of tooth-picks, which I need to stay up late writing silly TG stories, so please don’t try it?)

Though I take full responsibility for posting without permission, I must say that the story concept derives largely from my muse tromping all over my creative center, with her army-boots on.

Further on my apology, I must also say to the reader that I’m truly sorry for any glitches in my writing up of conventions and practices of the organizations being written about. I am going far beyond my experience here and relying on clichés that I have only read about. I can only HOPE my portrayal of them is in the least bit accurate or, if not, at least entertaining. I will NOT apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors, those are the sole province of my editor, she must endure all your abuse. If you can find her, tell her to hurry home I might have more for her to do.

If the story does get pulled I expect anyone who has had the misfortune to read it before the chop to COMPLETELY forget every part of it. Thank you in advance for being so accommodating.

Here is a little piece of dust-bunny lint that my muse swept out from some dark place, under the bed I think, in my psyche.

The story is a little mixed up, in that, the end is right at the beginning, and the start of the story comes second. If it is too confusing, all I can say is, that is how my muse led me to write it.

For anyone who hates blurbs that do not describe the story, and you and I both know who you are, at least this way you can decide quickly if you want to continue reading.

Here is a short little piece of fluff my muse squished out of me while I was trying to do other things. If you are totally offended by ‘blurbs’ that say nothing about the story they advertise, sorry, but this is one of those. If you read my earlier story on this site and enjoyed it enough to take a chance of this one, THANK YOU, well, I guess that is a form of advertising too. If you have read both please leave me a short note of comparison between the two. I am interested to know if anyone sees similarities between them. (or differences) Damn! I sure hope you find differences.

You know that feeling you get? I mean the one when you finally begin to void an over-filled bladder. No, no, no, not the blissful relief one. I mean that feeling that stopping the flow would cause you REAL pain. Oh, and there is another feeling I’d like you to think about. Have you ever had a child wriggle and squirm around on your tummy when you have had a REALLY full bladder?

I’ll bet you would like me to explain, right? Ok, well, it really felt as if once I started this story, I couldn’t, for the life of me, stop writing until it was ready to be posted. Stopping the flow of words might have led to some sort of ‘Turrets Syndrome’, TG expletives coming out of me at the most embarrassing times. The child on the tummy analogy has to do with, my muse bouncing up and down, up and down, up and down… on my creative writing center. I thought I was going to have an accident. It would NOT have been pretty. Imagine all those random TG thoughts EXPLODING all over Winnipeg. Shovels would NOT have been enough to clean up all the male bovine excrement. Sam Katz (our mayor) might have had to declare a state of emergency.

I hope my blatherings tickle your fancy.

WHAT?!? You expected this teaser to be a synopsis of the actual story? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!

On a more serious note, wiping the smirk -right- off my face, I must, well, I really want to, thank Nellie T. for editing for me and thanks also go to; Teddie S., John in Wauwatosa, Bob Arnold and Erin Halfelven for their help in posting to this site.