Row 2752
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######*25th September 2027;*
And so the country wept.
They had lost what they had loved for so long, so long ago.
They had lost their liberty a while ago.
They had nothing to lose.
Thus, the weeping turned from blue to crimson.
The crimson spread through the streets, and extinguished the cries of the peaceable.
***
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***
It was a rare bout of travelling that Thomas Stewart faced on the 25th, as he had done so for many other a day.
From his base in the TUL right back in Carlisle, Thomas had found himself a good job - he was a part of the museum attached, a new specialist in Roman history, with some very decent depth in the subject. The job had been his since he was just 20, and for all that had changed in the world, his area of expertise was little different. Archaeology had been quite stagnant for some time now, the holidays were over in most places so he could afford to be off and not upset anyone else at the museum, and finally, his TUL was not the most up-to-date place on the worlds’ stage. All that he could do now was to travel.
Thus, Thomas had travelled, and had travelled far, taking care to log everything that he had learnt within a small notebook, A5-sized, which fit right into the pockets of his coat. Many of the places he had just travelled through were quite warm - Uruguay, Bonaire, the Philippines, Namibia, and Turkey, to name a few places. Only Finland was in any way cold, and he chanced upon visiting Vaasa right as it had reached a hot August. Meanwhile, the boulevards of Paris held a chilled air, one in which you could almost see your breath, as the night closed in on the global city. Temperatures had already plummeted to 5C, and were set to get even lower elsewhere in France. This voyage in France was not meant to be a short one - S-J-90 was a complex world that really required quite complex analysis, because it was unclear which event had caused such divergence from the standardised timeline.
Perhaps it was simply who got into power, where? Thomas could easily see, with a quick internet search using a computer library (thankfully quite omnipresent in the larger cities) what had gone on, and the single thing that seemed off was… Bougainville. The good old island had already declared independence, and the scale of affairs there was so radical and so mesmerising that the traveller did wish for more time before the gales rolled in to get all the way there. Sadly, he was almost out of currency, his Prevy was running low on its battery pack that hailed from Kortrijk, and Thomas only learnt of the conclusion of the divergence the day before. A shame. He did like S-J-90, and it was to be placed as an ‘area for recommendation’, but that was if the place was stable enough; Thomas’s main job was really to check where exactly was stable, metastable, and unstable, and so it seemed as if he could check the ‘stable’ option off where he stood. It was not like his previous work in Turkey - the walls caved in on the tear mere hours after his designated messenger declined the inquest to join him at TUL, a real shame because a Turkish Cypriot was hard to find with excellent English comprehension. That was a missed opportunity. Thomas just could not make the most of every event.
He looked at his ChronoChroma. 2219 hailed the time for Paris, with Kortrijk showing 1625.
At Thomas glanced at the watch, the heavens opened from above. Great lashes of rain fell right upon the poor traveller, standing right near the open, and so he decided to undertake a mission - find shelter.
Luckily, Thomas was close to a sandwich shop, so stepped right into the doorway to wait it out. To be named the ‘L’Assiette du Voyeageur’, or as the Prevy put it, ‘The Traveller’s Plate’ was just one of those coincidences, but they were not open. They had boarded-up windows, with the front door featuring a ‘we’re still open’ sign as if they had been damaged in a war. It was not like anything out of other Frances that Thomas had seen whilst on his travels, as their boulevards usually contained scam artists, not political riots. And yet, that was what the city presented Thomas, in its full and entire force.
In learning of the news, it had become apparent that a lot was changing within France. Firstly, in its Presidential elections, it was Melenchon who had triumphed over Le Pen, but by only a margin of 3%, in a vote where over 20% of votes were just blank. That did not even factor into the extremely-low turnout for the elections - just 54% had voted of the eligible, and only 41% had even voted at all. For a second-round, that was rough. Then came the legislative elections - a near-wipeout for the centre. Ensemble, or Macron’s old party, was down to barely 80 seats, and anything normal or ordinary seemed to only ward *away* voters. Le Pen got 170 seats, Melenchon got 150 seats, Darmanin had got 110, and even Zemmour made it up to 50. Whilst Melenchon had kept Borne in for the short interim period, with Ensemble just in a coalition with the NUEPS now, the new results threw spanners in every work, and it showed. Now, the Melenchon people were going to push through the creation of a new 6th French Republic, and this stirred up the hornet’s nest called S-J-90 France.
Thomas could hardly count the number of angry people in groups of colour, waving around angry cocktails shouting angry words at other angry people, as well as the Gendarmerie. He did regard the prospect of being caught up in any of these rallies as dangerous, with his own accent (Thomas needed not the Prevy for speaking here, being lucky to at least know enough French for conversationals) being quite… English. Those English had shown a good middle finger or two to the whole EU back in 2020, got caught in a slight bit of bother, and then legged it to reasonability with a new government - quite unrealistic in Thomas’s mind, but that was what the article stated anyways. It was AP, it was probably fine enough. Still, he kept to the streets at odder hours, and so was caught out in a September shower at… 2219 & 1625 at last check.
That seemed a while ago. Thus, Thomas checked again.
2225, and 1656. That was not right at all.
That was incorrect separation. 5-51 had gone now to 5-29. That was a bad sign. This was instability in its most obscure face.
Thomas just now had to escape Paris, and brave the biting rain.
He took off at once, hunted for the Metro, found the Pasteur, and took Line 6 right towards Nation.
Strasbourg was now the only goal to get to.
The water fell all around, and made the city a river.
All the waters flowed towards, was the death of an eternity.
***
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Archaeology had been quite stagnant for some time now, the holidays were over in most places so he could afford to be off and not upset anyone else at the museum, and finally, his TUL was not the most up-to-date place on the worlds’ stage. All that he could do now was to travel. \n\nThus, Thomas had travelled, and had travelled far, taking care to log everything that he had learnt within a small notebook, A5-sized, which fit right into the pockets of his coat. Many of the places he had just travelled through were quite warm - Uruguay, Bonaire, the Philippines, Namibia, and Turkey, to name a few places. Only Finland was in any way cold, and he chanced upon visiting Vaasa right as it had reached a hot August. Meanwhile, the boulevards of Paris held a chilled air, one in which you could almost see your breath, as the night closed in on the global city. Temperatures had already plummeted to 5C, and were set to get even lower elsewhere in France. This voyage in France was not meant to be a short one - S-J-90 was a complex world that really required quite complex analysis, because it was unclear which event had caused such divergence from the standardised timeline. \n\nPerhaps it was simply who got into power, where? Thomas could easily see, with a quick internet search using a computer library (thankfully quite omnipresent in the larger cities) what had gone on, and the single thing that seemed off was… Bougainville. The good old island had already declared independence, and the scale of affairs there was so radical and so mesmerising that the traveller did wish for more time before the gales rolled in to get all the way there. Sadly, he was almost out of currency, his Prevy was running low on its battery pack that hailed from Kortrijk, and Thomas only learnt of the conclusion of the divergence the day before. A shame. He did like S-J-90, and it was to be placed as an ‘area for recommendation’, but that was if the place was stable enough; Thomas’s main job was really to check where exactly was stable, metastable, and unstable, and so it seemed as if he could check the ‘stable’ option off where he stood. It was not like his previous work in Turkey - the walls caved in on the tear mere hours after his designated messenger declined the inquest to join him at TUL, a real shame because a Turkish Cypriot was hard to find with excellent English comprehension. That was a missed opportunity. Thomas just could not make the most of every event.\n\nHe looked at his ChronoChroma. 2219 hailed the time for Paris, with Kortrijk showing 1625. \n\nAt Thomas glanced at the watch, the heavens opened from above. Great lashes of rain fell right upon the poor traveller, standing right near the open, and so he decided to undertake a mission - find shelter. \n\nLuckily, Thomas was close to a sandwich shop, so stepped right into the doorway to wait it out. To be named the ‘L’Assiette du Voyeageur’, or as the Prevy put it, ‘The Traveller’s Plate’ was just one of those coincidences, but they were not open. They had boarded-up windows, with the front door featuring a ‘we’re still open’ sign as if they had been damaged in a war. It was not like anything out of other Frances that Thomas had seen whilst on his travels, as their boulevards usually contained scam artists, not political riots. And yet, that was what the city presented Thomas, in its full and entire force. \n\nIn learning of the news, it had become apparent that a lot was changing within France. Firstly, in its Presidential elections, it was Melenchon who had triumphed over Le Pen, but by only a margin of 3%, in a vote where over 20% of votes were just blank. That did not even factor into the extremely-low turnout for the elections - just 54% had voted of the eligible, and only 41% had even voted at all. For a second-round, that was rough. Then came the legislative elections - a near-wipeout for the centre. Ensemble, or Macron’s old party, was down to barely 80 seats, and anything normal or ordinary seemed to only ward *away* voters. Le Pen got 170 seats, Melenchon got 150 seats, Darmanin had got 110, and even Zemmour made it up to 50. Whilst Melenchon had kept Borne in for the short interim period, with Ensemble just in a coalition with the NUEPS now, the new results threw spanners in every work, and it showed. Now, the Melenchon people were going to push through the creation of a new 6th French Republic, and this stirred up the hornet’s nest called S-J-90 France. \n\nThomas could hardly count the number of angry people in groups of colour, waving around angry cocktails shouting angry words at other angry people, as well as the Gendarmerie. He did regard the prospect of being caught up in any of these rallies as dangerous, with his own accent (Thomas needed not the Prevy for speaking here, being lucky to at least know enough French for conversationals) being quite… English. Those English had shown a good middle finger or two to the whole EU back in 2020, got caught in a slight bit of bother, and then legged it to reasonability with a new government - quite unrealistic in Thomas’s mind, but that was what the article stated anyways. It was AP, it was probably fine enough. Still, he kept to the streets at odder hours, and so was caught out in a September shower at… 2219 & 1625 at last check. \n\nThat seemed a while ago. Thus, Thomas checked again.\n\n2225, and 1656. That was not right at all. \n\nThat was incorrect separation. 5-51 had gone now to 5-29. That was a bad sign. This was instability in its most obscure face.\n\nThomas just now had to escape Paris, and brave the biting rain. \n\nHe took off at once, hunted for the Metro, found the Pasteur, and took Line 6 right towards Nation.\n\nStrasbourg was now the only goal to get to. \n\nThe water fell all around, and made the city a river. \n\nAll the waters flowed towards, was the death of an eternity. \n\n***",
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- Entry ID: 2752
- Repository: Axioma AXP
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