Queen WEM I
Queen WEM
Wem descended the steps of the international state house with care. The stone steps were slippery with toxic rain. It was clear out now, brilliant stars that seemed too close winking from patches of the sky, the gray sky. Even at night the grayness remained.
A man approached and her guard tightened their formation around her. "Your Majesty-- her head of security queried asking if she knew the man, if he should be allowed to approach in that simple sounding query. she knew without looking that his hand was on his weapon. She stopped walking, both signaling The stranger would be allowed to approach and halting his progress with her action. He would never make it past the guards leading her party.
Awkward with the realization that he was being held at bay by armed guards--Wem noted that he was quick to recover and smiled at her, a self assured smile that almost made her want to smile back.
"What is the nature of your business Mr.__? "
"Jaquard--Antoinnne Jacquard, at your service. I was very moved by your presentation tonight, thank you for your work." He glanced down at his shoes in a charming, boyish way. "I was hoping we could discuss how I could help over dinner--?" he glanced curiously? questioningly at her guard before finishing his sentence-- "Perhaps?"
So, he was attracted? How charming, Wem thought. If she believed for a moment that his baser instincts were the only thing making him so bold she would dismiss him without a thought. But... something whispered to her, something she had learned to listen to during this war, that there was more to him and his offer to 'help'.
"Help? There is a word you can elaborate on--in my strategy room at dawn." She spoke , not to him but to the guard, not sparing the man another glance. She inclined her head and they all moved forward as one, except for the soldier assigned to speak to the stranger and make sure he knew where he was expected in the morning.
To many she was a myth. An icon and mascot of the People's Resistance. Queen World Earth Mama--Queen Wem they called her for short. She hardly even remembered her own name. After the resistance to the Machine Domes-(cells of protesters that rose up after a The World Government plot to a hand- select a new society of environmental survivors).
The Machine had been created in case of mistakes in man made creations. It was an ancient system hidden in old writings for hundreds of years before being brought to light again and shared with the world. The corrupt World Government System had corrupted it and designed a system to decided who survived in Domes that restored encased sections of earth's atmosphere to it's natural functions using The Machine. Pioneers of the resistance had uncovered the plot to hand pick a society and leave all other humans to die in a mass genocide. Anyone left in the harsh climate outside the machines dome structure was doomed. The resistance had stolen the machine and it's designer and a network of survival had begun.
Queen Wem had helped organize them, convinced them that the cells of resistance needed a central command, a system of unity. she taught love as the sole reason for existence and it worked. As any mother, she was now adored, followed , protected and respected. she and her team had advanced the machine into a defensive weapon capable of keping the chemical and biological warfare weapons constantly designed against them at bay.
She suffered no illusions about her power. She was simply one of the people and those closest to her knew their own value to the war and to her.
The Government of the Domes had been forced by The People to make it appear they were designing domes for everyone without discrimination. In speeches like the one she had given today--she challenged their honesty, warning people of the plot to subdue a resistance and resume the original plan. "We are each responsible for our own survival and the survival of future generations." She told them from an isolated satellite near the castle they camped out in for the time being.
The satellite station was one of the few that still had planet wide reception. These communications were designed to keep her followers informed and let the The Dome Gov keep up the illusion of a free world. She was allowed to speak against them, right? But most of the people knew the truth about The Dome Gov--assassinations were common, guerrilla attacks from the military, were too. If they could wipe them all out and resume the original plan they would, in a heartbeat.
Divine had not allowed this however, a part of Wem was mythical. She spoke to no one about it but those around her knew. The Great Being who had dwelt within the earth for millenia spoke through her body. Earth Mama was not to be played with and she had come forth through Wem to drive home the point. She knew that the strategic planning and intricate knowledge of how to fight the toxic chemicals that had invaded almost every part of earth that wasn;'t protected by machines. water and aid had to be purified to be of use to living things . The unnatural had come to dominate the natural in a dangerous atmospheric formula.
In her strategy room Wem pulled out a map. The Great Being was over her shoulder directing her thoughts as she saw what she wanted within her minds eye. " Oh yes, we have a way for him to help." She said softly.
She rested in meditation for a few hours before dawn, Then drew power and gave it with her fire and sat absorbing the life giving nutrients in the complete stillness of the dawn.
She felt the energy shift when he entered the castle. She stood to receive him when he was finally allowed through security.
"Please be seated Mr.Jaquard." She remained standing as he carefully sat at the oval table. She smiled when he started, looking at the digital tablet in front of him. It contained a short version of his personal history; births, his and one sibling, deaths (his only brother during childhood), parents , schools, homes, career and girlfriends, even a fiancee two years ago who had left him at the alter right down to a photo of him disembarking from a ship to enter this part of the world only 72 hours before.
He was intimidated by her thoroughness but tried not to show it. He smiled , "Did I pass the test for a dinner date?" Wem laughed and sat on the edge of the table beside him. Her look reminded him of an indulgent parent looking at a charming child. "I am Queen World Earth Mama is the title I bear-I have been knocked from my throne by a vicious attack on my Queendom: Earth. My Crown still lies not recovered in the ruins of battle after battle." She spoke perfect English but somehow there were a dozen accents behind her words. He was still, captivated by her narrative. She stood and he sat up straighter but not daring to stand without being allowed to in the husky danger of her voice. "I am surrounded by my most elite guard and only they know the strategy and training needed for us to be victorious in this war. You , she leveled her assessing gaze on him, have no idea what it takes to protect me. you are barely aware there is a war---yet you want to be considered over all my men as --a consort, paramour?" her tone suggested she had no time for either of these. "You are not even a foot soldier in this war--how can you possibly--help?"
He did stand now, and inclined his head respectfully in salute. "I apologize if I've offended you Your Majesty." He suddenly understood why others called her that so easily .
She accepted his apology and his silent allegience. "You tell me how I can help." Without hesitation she picked up a box from the table and handed it to him. her head of security entered and the guard at the door stepped to one side to admit him. he handed her a smaller version of the map she had studied last night.
"Your arrival here has been obscured from your government. There will be no record of you and I meeting here today. You will allow them to continue to believe you are on sabatical from your job. "I need these, she indicated three points on the map, here. your help would be greatly appreciated by The People. Good morning Mr. Jacquard." She turned and dismissed him smoothly, not waiting to see if he accepted her challenge? Assignment? Mission--that's what it was. He knew if he didn't complete it he would never see her again. As she left the room he was wondering how on earth he would possibly achieve her objectives and survive.
c. Mama Yogi 2014
Wem descended the steps of the international state house with care. The stone steps were slippery with toxic rain. It was clear out now, brilliant stars that seemed too close winking from patches of the sky, the gray sky. Even at night the grayness remained.
A man approached and her guard tightened their formation around her. "Your Majesty-- her head of security queried asking if she knew the man, if he should be allowed to approach in that simple sounding query. she knew without looking that his hand was on his weapon. She stopped walking, both signaling The stranger would be allowed to approach and halting his progress with her action. He would never make it past the guards leading her party.
Awkward with the realization that he was being held at bay by armed guards--Wem noted that he was quick to recover and smiled at her, a self assured smile that almost made her want to smile back.
"What is the nature of your business Mr.__? "
"Jaquard--Antoinnne Jacquard, at your service. I was very moved by your presentation tonight, thank you for your work." He glanced down at his shoes in a charming, boyish way. "I was hoping we could discuss how I could help over dinner--?" he glanced curiously? questioningly at her guard before finishing his sentence-- "Perhaps?"
So, he was attracted? How charming, Wem thought. If she believed for a moment that his baser instincts were the only thing making him so bold she would dismiss him without a thought. But... something whispered to her, something she had learned to listen to during this war, that there was more to him and his offer to 'help'.
"Help? There is a word you can elaborate on--in my strategy room at dawn." She spoke , not to him but to the guard, not sparing the man another glance. She inclined her head and they all moved forward as one, except for the soldier assigned to speak to the stranger and make sure he knew where he was expected in the morning.
To many she was a myth. An icon and mascot of the People's Resistance. Queen World Earth Mama--Queen Wem they called her for short. She hardly even remembered her own name. After the resistance to the Machine Domes-(cells of protesters that rose up after a The World Government plot to a hand- select a new society of environmental survivors).
The Machine had been created in case of mistakes in man made creations. It was an ancient system hidden in old writings for hundreds of years before being brought to light again and shared with the world. The corrupt World Government System had corrupted it and designed a system to decided who survived in Domes that restored encased sections of earth's atmosphere to it's natural functions using The Machine. Pioneers of the resistance had uncovered the plot to hand pick a society and leave all other humans to die in a mass genocide. Anyone left in the harsh climate outside the machines dome structure was doomed. The resistance had stolen the machine and it's designer and a network of survival had begun.
Queen Wem had helped organize them, convinced them that the cells of resistance needed a central command, a system of unity. she taught love as the sole reason for existence and it worked. As any mother, she was now adored, followed , protected and respected. she and her team had advanced the machine into a defensive weapon capable of keping the chemical and biological warfare weapons constantly designed against them at bay.
She suffered no illusions about her power. She was simply one of the people and those closest to her knew their own value to the war and to her.
The Government of the Domes had been forced by The People to make it appear they were designing domes for everyone without discrimination. In speeches like the one she had given today--she challenged their honesty, warning people of the plot to subdue a resistance and resume the original plan. "We are each responsible for our own survival and the survival of future generations." She told them from an isolated satellite near the castle they camped out in for the time being.
The satellite station was one of the few that still had planet wide reception. These communications were designed to keep her followers informed and let the The Dome Gov keep up the illusion of a free world. She was allowed to speak against them, right? But most of the people knew the truth about The Dome Gov--assassinations were common, guerrilla attacks from the military, were too. If they could wipe them all out and resume the original plan they would, in a heartbeat.
Divine had not allowed this however, a part of Wem was mythical. She spoke to no one about it but those around her knew. The Great Being who had dwelt within the earth for millenia spoke through her body. Earth Mama was not to be played with and she had come forth through Wem to drive home the point. She knew that the strategic planning and intricate knowledge of how to fight the toxic chemicals that had invaded almost every part of earth that wasn;'t protected by machines. water and aid had to be purified to be of use to living things . The unnatural had come to dominate the natural in a dangerous atmospheric formula.
In her strategy room Wem pulled out a map. The Great Being was over her shoulder directing her thoughts as she saw what she wanted within her minds eye. " Oh yes, we have a way for him to help." She said softly.
She rested in meditation for a few hours before dawn, Then drew power and gave it with her fire and sat absorbing the life giving nutrients in the complete stillness of the dawn.
She felt the energy shift when he entered the castle. She stood to receive him when he was finally allowed through security.
"Please be seated Mr.Jaquard." She remained standing as he carefully sat at the oval table. She smiled when he started, looking at the digital tablet in front of him. It contained a short version of his personal history; births, his and one sibling, deaths (his only brother during childhood), parents , schools, homes, career and girlfriends, even a fiancee two years ago who had left him at the alter right down to a photo of him disembarking from a ship to enter this part of the world only 72 hours before.
He was intimidated by her thoroughness but tried not to show it. He smiled , "Did I pass the test for a dinner date?" Wem laughed and sat on the edge of the table beside him. Her look reminded him of an indulgent parent looking at a charming child. "I am Queen World Earth Mama is the title I bear-I have been knocked from my throne by a vicious attack on my Queendom: Earth. My Crown still lies not recovered in the ruins of battle after battle." She spoke perfect English but somehow there were a dozen accents behind her words. He was still, captivated by her narrative. She stood and he sat up straighter but not daring to stand without being allowed to in the husky danger of her voice. "I am surrounded by my most elite guard and only they know the strategy and training needed for us to be victorious in this war. You , she leveled her assessing gaze on him, have no idea what it takes to protect me. you are barely aware there is a war---yet you want to be considered over all my men as --a consort, paramour?" her tone suggested she had no time for either of these. "You are not even a foot soldier in this war--how can you possibly--help?"
He did stand now, and inclined his head respectfully in salute. "I apologize if I've offended you Your Majesty." He suddenly understood why others called her that so easily .
She accepted his apology and his silent allegience. "You tell me how I can help." Without hesitation she picked up a box from the table and handed it to him. her head of security entered and the guard at the door stepped to one side to admit him. he handed her a smaller version of the map she had studied last night.
"Your arrival here has been obscured from your government. There will be no record of you and I meeting here today. You will allow them to continue to believe you are on sabatical from your job. "I need these, she indicated three points on the map, here. your help would be greatly appreciated by The People. Good morning Mr. Jacquard." She turned and dismissed him smoothly, not waiting to see if he accepted her challenge? Assignment? Mission--that's what it was. He knew if he didn't complete it he would never see her again. As she left the room he was wondering how on earth he would possibly achieve her objectives and survive.
c. Mama Yogi 2014
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