....and this morning, was all about 'printer slaves' (a certain comment in M&S today - regarding 'sprinters') along with 'pen-and-ink-slaves' - see previous notes upon that ill cult 'lesson' attached to a certain 'pen-and-ink' fairytale, in the hans christen andersen book of fairytales, that i was to buy 'secondhand' in harwich - so many years ago now...

you see,  little gill and i....when we were very, very young and at the old knoll - see previous notes....had been told by the ill...."you will be our authors....you will dip a pen into each other and write...."

...and so what can i say but that neither of us was only the 'fountain of knowledge/inspiration' i.e. the inkwell.....and neither of us was just the 'writer/author' of whatever concoction, we were to come up with i.e. the quill/pen....go figure.

"an autonomous unit" replies MI5 ONLINE...yes, that is what zielinski had described us as...telling us that we would probably go into journalism but he was unsure of the future of journalism....better to go into writing novels....sci-fi and fantasy fiction...."where we can't be 'corrected'" ...little gill was to chirp back....zielinski nodded...."a wise head...on such young shoulders...." etc etc.

anyway, it gets worse, as it invariably does....let me continue...after the above...little gill was to terrorise little colin (who was smaller than he was) with a syringe....in that 'long room' within the old knoll...the room with the large sofa and the bookcase....you see, somebody had left an open case of medical equipment, on top of the bookcase (zielinski had forgotten to remove it)....an old-fashioned type-of-case (and going forward in time, now - a bit like my secondhand, silver flute case, in a way but in 'miniature').....containing a syringe and anything else that you might need to use, inside of it....gill was then to find an inkpot...and can you guess what was to happen next?

...see previous notes upon amadeus coding himself in as the 'black ink' injected into a clear flask of water....

"I begin to see what they do, now....resize  things in their heads" MOD evans was to say, so many years ago now....yes, that is how they often program and reprogram 'alice in wonderland' slaves....'the tiny door' within your head etc etc....a flute case...a syringe case....but as you have now, most probably figured...it goes way beyond 'that' - doesn't it? 'fractals' and 'universals'....jigsaw pieces and puzzles...etc etc...go figure.

...let me continue....and at the time....'little gill' was to frighten me, more than he did - 'little colin'...as it turned out...perhaps it was because he had reminded me of my own father....see previous notes upon ohb gyde terrorising me with syringes, in terms of his 'lack-of-bedside-manner' when taking blood....

what else? well, firstly little gill was to chase after tiny colin....after telling him that the syringe was in fact a 'supersonic bat infector'.....a supersonic bat infector....

....i immediately retorted along the lines of "don't be silly - that is a SYRINGE!"....to no effect....

little gill, was then to tell me - patiently....that i should inject myself with 'black ink'....and he would do the same, after me...as if i were unable to understand the 'importance' of it all....naturally, i refused....little gill then asked little colin if he wanted to try, first.....but little colin was so far away, by that point....that after saying "no, no - not...i'll tell..." near to the door -  little gill, left off, after a while..."you're both missing out on" etc etc...although it has to be said, that having realised that little colin and myself were not going to 'have a go first' - little gill then decided that it was not a good idea to inject himself with that 'black ink'...."but tell them that we've done it, anyway"....to whit, we both came back to gill, in the end - and stood nearish to him....as he held the syringe-1/3-full-of-black-ink.....to allow him, to 'dab' a bit upon our hands - a 'black spot'...."they'll think that it is...."....go figure.