The Cytoms were watching...

The Cytoms were watching what was happening along the area known as the First Coast. The areas from Maybport Naval Station to Ponte Vedra Beach are Atlantic Beach, Neptune, Jacksonville Beach, South Jacksonville Beach, and Ponte Vedra. Mayport is a naval station, Ponte Vedra is a rich retirement community with enclaves of political factions from all over the world living there. In between are the main beaches of Jacksonville.

The Cytoms were watching the destruction the ball lightning was making everywhere on the beaches. The glass domes were floating up into the air, and others were burying into the ground like the one Larry and the woman had gone up against.

Surfers and swimmers ran from the ocean when the globes came down to the beach, those that stayed found themselves in predicaments, some surfers were being blown out of the water and shredded to pieces like the bird and gator that had ventured too close to the hole the security guard had warned the police from.

A globe explodes, the insides come out like hot needles, not just hot though, and not just sharp like needles.

The penetration and slicing of tissue was fine, so fine what ever was hit stayed alive while it died.

Its own insides brought to the surface of its skin. This is what made the bird and gator turn red, the fine penetrations had so sliced up each creature their own blood trickled to the surface of each a like a tiny pin prick, but multiplied by thousands. And each little capillary-like hole went through the entire creature.

The Cytoms began to think this was a weapon they could put to work with, and win.
 

The Cytoms had infected...

The Cytoms had infected everyone. When the infection rose in someone they became interested in warfare, or hand to hand combat, or a general conversational conflict that would lead to two people fighting in some fashion.

It was the thought process that was affected. People lost control of their common decent senses and would turn to quick and easy methods to defeat the other in the conflict.

The Israelis decided it was time to attack the US, and South America. The Prime Minister was in agreement that they couldn't merely stop at a religious land war, they had it in them to be genocidal. "It wasn't going to be enough," they kept repeating to themselves; these words in place of telling themselves of the true hate they harbor. The hate the Cytoms were festering in everyone. By the mere presence of the Cytoms the hate found ways to spread.

Talks of the cobalt bomb arose.

They all loved the ebola outbreak in Africa and how it was coming to the US, and Americans were freaking out over it.

The Cytoms infected everyone with this unknown element of unbridled hate.

Hate was the cure, hate was the anarchy, hate was the love, hate was the chaos. Pour it on thick like a chocolate sundae so it tastes good they thought.

It was getting it to trigger that was the trick.

They had ways to do this, social engineering, mental telepathy, books, media, music.

They sat and watched as chaos broke out everywhere.

The Cytoms love it. They love to hate. They had destroyed world after world, beings in numerous solar systems.

The Cytoms have ways to direct their hate.

Human beings were their twin partners in loving to hate. And humans love it, they love to hate.

There were reports of...

There were reports of methane gas bubbles forming high in the atmosphere of Texas. The ones that had the taken their time to watch and learn about humans and Earth in general considered how the humans own social and scientific issues could be used against them, and then be made to defeat the humans. There was already pestilence, wars, weapons of war, and hate. The Cytom academics kept coming to the conclusion that Earth was a powderkeg primed to explode and destroy itself.

Bubbles of Cytom hate, bubbles of methane gas, ebola outbreaks, earthquakes, rising waters, so close to catastrophe but not quite there.

The ones watching and studying from outer space continued to speculate about how to tip the scales in favor of catastrophe.

They watched how the United States would put one leader in power in a country and then a few years later remove that person and place a different favorite in power.

Destabilization is what it was called, under the guise of bringing stability to a region.

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The air was filled with glitter, chafe, and other particulate matter. Larry was driving through the midst of it as fast as he could to stay ahead of bombardment. Occasionally aerial blasts would ignite the clouds of material floating in the air, setting off secondary, even larger aerial blasts.

When these were low enough, Larry could feel the impact wave. He wondered if he could go any faster. Some of the larger blasts were low to the ground. Larry had to often make turns that were reflexive, and then figure out how to get back on course. He wasn't always ready and when the car would go up on two wheels, he had to judge whether staying balanced on two wheels was a good idea, or should he bring the car down on all four.

He wasn't always left with time to think.

The President was holding a weapon...

The President was holding a weapon. It was being reported that he had to use the weapon when something happened.

There was a story about a break-in at the Whitehouse, but that wasn't it. Larry's mind was becoming uncluttered. As his mind cleared he was able to recall what he had been seeing on the video panel in the precinct.

Edoba pushed Larry. Edoba was trying to get Larry further from the dimensionally nearby other two Larry's. The further he could get him away, the more time would go back to normal, the more Larry's mind would clear. He pushed Larry again.

"Don't push me," he stated quietly. The bird took off.

Edoba said: "Move, we have to get you away from here."

The video panel. The President had a weapon in his hand, but it wasn't because there had been a break-in. There was something else.

"What's going on," he asked himself.

"I can't believe it," He said.

The President was holding a weapon...

The President was holding a weapon. Larry remembered the video panel, the President was holding a weapon, he thought, "That's not so remarkable, he's had drones attacking people, why are they reporting this?"

He was outside the precinct thinking about what had happened inside. He had been brought in and then sat down while records about him were retrieved. And he remembered at the Capitol building the people who said they were here to help.

He saw the other Larry vanish, the bird took off and then landed, the stoplight was yellow.

The video panel was reporting another story of concern.

Edoba pushed the other Larry and as he vanished he said, "get to your car and go".

Larry looked at the other Larry. "This is weird," they thought. "yes it is," came the reply.

Edoba waited for the cars on the other side of the street. He was waiting for the speed they were traveling at to change.

The stoplight was red, and green.

The bird landed and looked at Larry.

Edoba pushed both Larrys around the corner of the precinct building, forcing one into the 412, the other he turned to and this Larry started to vanish.

The President was holding a weapon. Another break-in had occurred at the Whitehouse, but there was something else, on the video panel, a news report. About something happening in Washington, D.C.

There was a concern...

There was a concern about the spread of the ebola virus. That it was going to mutate and then become airborne. The pic of the walruses being beached in Alaska without an icefloe to beach on was on Facebook, on all the news programs. A Wildlife expert proposed that with the lack of natural ice in the arctic, the jet stream was going to make a dramatic shift in untold ways.

Edoba pushed them some more.

The bird took off, and then landed, the stoplight was red, then green and then red again. The cars on this side of the street were moving slower.

Edoba pushed them again.

"What's going on," they asked, "I don't know," they replied in unison.

The bird landed just as it was taking off.

There was trouble. Somewhere.

Larry number three disappeared with another push by Edoba.

"Get to your car and go," Edoba ordered the disappearing Larry.

The cars on the other side of the street sped up, and the ones on this side of the street seemed to catch up to the others on the other side.

The bird flew away.

The video panel, he remembered something was going on that meant trouble.

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Edoba kept pushing them...

Edoba kept pushing them.

It seemed like the further they got from each other, and the video panel, the more things seemed to speed up.

They walked out of the precinct. The cars closest on the street were moving very slowly.

Edoba thought to himself, "I have to get the three of them back into their timelines or this is going to be a real mess."

The cars on the far side of the street were moving faster. The stoplight up the street was green and red at the same time.

Larry looked at a bird that was taking off but when he looked again it had just landed.

"How is this possible?" he asked himself.

"I don't know," the three of them replied. Edoba kept pushing them.

The bird took off, and then landed again.

It seemed like everything was starting to speed up again.

The video panel...there was a news story about the President, holding a weapon, talking to the camera.

The stoplight was still red and green.

The bird landed.

The ebola virus was spreading. That was the other news story.

The President is holding a weapon...

The President is holding a weapon.

Everyone is moving very slowly Larry thought. All three Larrys looked at Edoba who was in turn looking at the video panel. It was showing the President holding a weapon, and the news announcer was talking about something strange happening, in Washington, D.C.

"What is the President doing holding a weapon?" Larry thought.

"I don't know," the Larrys answered each other.

Edoba was watching the video panel.

The President was holding a weapon, and was talking to the camera, telling us something.

"What's he doing?"

"I don't know" came back the response.

Edoba pointed the way out, it seemed like he took forever to move his arm into a pointing direction.

"Go that way," he said.

The three Larrys came to a complete halt.

"To Washington, D.C.?" they thought.

Edoba pushed them.

Everyone came almost entirely to a stop...

But they didn't stop. They were moving ever so slightly.

"What just happened?" They said to each other.

The video panel was still playing at normal speed, Washington, D.C. Something about Washington, D.C.

Edoba was watching the video panel, he didn't seem to be affected by whatever it was that was affecting the three Larrys.

"Edoba," Larry asked.

Edoba ignored him, he was intent on the video panel. The new story is about Washington, D.C. and the outbreak of the ebola virus in Houston, No it's Dallas, Dallas, TX.

There was a picture of the President, on the video panel, which was still moving at normal speed.

The three Larrys could hear each others' thoughts, the same thoughts, a little out of step with each other, echoes, in their minds.

"Edoba," Larry asked.

The President was on the video panel now, Edoba was watching it.

They didn't completely stop, they were moving, slightly.

The President was holding a weapon....

Everyone came almost entirely to a stop...

Everyone came almost entirely to a stop. As Larry sat there watching the video panel Edoba was moving the other two Larrys into this timeline. This created a dysfunction in all three timelines. This timeline, the one with the "first" Larry, started to come to a halt. A localized time well coming to a freeze point. Everywhere else outside this time-well, time stayed at regular speed.

Edoba was able to walk into the precinct unnoticed and talk with Larry.

The video panel kept playing normally. An announcer broke in with an emergency broadcast, there is trouble in Washington, D.C. Another break in at the Whitehouse, different this time though. Larry was catching parts of it as Edoba was explaining himself, and also somewhat bewildered by how everyone had seemingly come to a complete halt around him.

And then the other two Larrys walked in.

The broadcast... now stating something else. Larry's mind daydreaming, yet present, yet, his thoughts and the other two Larrys, the same, they all were paying attention to their thoughts, Edoba, the video panel, everything but the video panel stopped, the video panel moving, their thoughts, swimming thoughts.

Edoba was aware of what was happening. The three Larrys suffering a kind of doping from being in the same time-well and timeline, a kind of stationary feedback loop was occurring, he knew they would be sensing each others' thoughts, and drifting into a daydream-like state of mind.

He looked at the video panel. The new story was playing out on the screen.

The three timelines all connected, creating one time-well crossing into three universes, all three Larrys connected, the time-well physics forcing the impossible to occur, Edoba watching the video panel. All four of them looking at the video panel.

Their minds all think the same thought at the same time, "Whats going on here?" And this thought echo played out in each of their minds. And this thought echo played out in each of their minds. And this thought echo played out in each of their minds. They looked at each other. "What just happened?" They looked at each other.

Then back at the video panel. The new story... Washington, D.C.

Everyone came almost entirely to a stop...