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LIGHTHORSE MAGIC AND OTHER STORIES

               Companion stories for Cel & Anna: A 22nd Century Love Story

                                     By Lindsay Edmunds

                        Cover design by Dave Hunter Graphic Design

                                     Smashwords Edition
                              Copyright © Lindsay Edmunds 2011

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                         persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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                                             this author.
Dear Reader,

        I am the daughter of two scientists and the sister of a programmer. However, all this
talent missed me completely. Using the word “science” to describe anything I write is—trust
me—a stretch.
        My playground is imagination.
        I wrote these stories because after Cel & Anna ended, the characters were still on the
playground. They would not come inside and behave.

The Deep Dark World of Lighthorse Magic
This story is about Anna Ringer’s employer, a company called Lighthorse Magic. It has lots of
rules. Employees are forbidden to dress in ways that call attention to their bodies. They are
forbidden to eat at their desks. They are forbidden to take public transportation.
        And it is a bad idea to say “Freezlebeezer frazzlebeezer Re! Ra! Ro!”

Tamara Klugman Steps Out
This story is about a rather dull young woman who has a vision and blunders out to save the

Three Excerpts from the Diary of Joan Holland
This story is about the pregnant young wife of the unofficial mayor of a village called Rising
Sun. She bakes pies and bread. She writes in her journal, “I am in time’s jaws.”

And away we go. . . .

                          The Deep Dark World of Lighthorse Magic
                                 Tamara Klugman Steps Out
                        Three Excerpts From the Diary of Joan Holland

           Original blurb from the back cover of the print edition of Cel & Anna
                           Bite-sized excerpts from Cel & Anna

                        The Deep Dark World of Lighthorse Magic

        From her mother Anna Ringer had inherited the power to read minds and under some
circumstances, to see souls. Such a gift guaranteed a life that was not ordinary. However, it
guaranteed nothing else.
        When Lighthorse Magic came calling, Anna was twenty and working as a checkout clerk
in an UnderWorld grocery store, idly reading the minds of customers. She made them smile and
sometimes stare when she responded to their unspoken thoughts. Even when all the lanes were
open, some people would stand in line to get their groceries scanned by her. She knew the right
thing to say. Always.
        Then came the email that changed her life. It read:

       Do you remember an encounter with a fortune teller named Leilah when you were eight?
We do.
       A recruiter will be in the Midway City area on the 19th and 20th of this month. If you
want to meet with her, let us know at once. We may have a job for you.
       —Carrie Schoonamaker, Head of Human Resources, Lighthorse Magic

        Leilah had been a large woman with a turban who had a fortune-telling booth at a
Midway City fun fair. Outside the booth stood a placard that proclaimed Truth Told, Comfort
Given. Anna had noticed a cloud of butterflies around the placard and enticed one to land on her
        “What did you see just then?” Leilah asked immediately.
        “Butterflies, all colors, following you.”
        “Do you think you saw them true?” Leilah asked.
        “Do you think the other people saw them?” Leilah asked.
        “Ma’am, I know they did not.”
        “What is your name?” Leilah asked.
        “Anna Ringer.”
        Leilah looked at the little girl with tangled blonde hair and blue-green eyes. The identity
bracelet required for all UnderWorld residents gleamed brightly on her wrist. Leilah held still for
a second to allow a tiny camera to focus on the bracelet and snap its picture.

         “Spread your wings and fly away,” Anna’s mother had said when Lighthorse Magic
offered a job. So Anna had flown. Now, at age twenty-six, she lived a life of Outside luxury,
something undreamed-of by people born into her caste of society. She was a rising star.
         In memory she heard her mother’s voice: “Get up, get up! Happiness rises.” Her mother
had thrown happy words about like confetti.
         Anna dressed for work in loose linen trousers, a white blouse, and comfortable beige
shoes. Around her neck she tied a blue-green silk kerchief. She tamed her long, curly blonde hair
into a single braid down her back. At Lighthorse Magic no one was permitted to dress in a way
that drew attention to their bodies. Clothes must be neat and simple, with a touch of color at the
collar or waist for those who had worked there three years or more. When Anna woke up, she
looked pretty. By the time she walked out the apartment door, she looked shuttered and plain.
         Her car, a serious and devoted violet-blue Quel LX, drove her to work. In the parking
garage, the car remarked that it needed routine maintenance. “Go ahead,” Anna murmured. After
promising to return in time to take her home, the Quel LX disappeared up an exit ramp. Anna
stepped into one of two elevators that opened directly into the Lighthorse Magic offices.
Employees were forbidden to take public transportation to and from work, which of course
included public elevators.
         When she first heard the name “Lighthorse Magic,” she had imagined a white horse that
would carry her out among the stars. It was a pretty dream.
         Anna’s official title was “data analyst,” but she and her coworkers did not do statistical
tests to determine trends and probabilities. They got inside people’s minds. The innocents! They
never suspected their minds were being stripped and plundered. Clients never suspected what
they really were paying for. They believed that the company used sophisticated algorithms
created with a proprietary formula.
         Lighthorse Magic’s corporate-think was that the company would come to ruin if its
reliance on psychics ever became public. So it had ten thousand rules to keep employees from
accidentally or intentionally giving the game away. Even their names and histories were
falsified. Anna’s coworkers thought her name was Sadie Lemonyen.
         During her first week, Anna had been reprimanded harshly for eating an energy bar at her
desk. The company forbade snacking. Food interfered with “the process,” as employees were
instructed to call the psychic connection.
         The elevator door opened into an atrium lit to simulate a pleasant dawn. The walls were
painted peach and mint green. Criss-crossing the atrium were employees on their way to their
cubicles. Everyone looked small and serious as beetles. Anna drew a quiet breath, then began to
chant silently:
         “Bread and butter bread and butter bread and butter.”
         As she walked across the atrium, she heard the silent chants of her co-workers, as clearly
as if they were spoken aloud:
         “Scud-a-hoo scud-a-hay scud-a-hoo scud-a-hay.”
         “Lillyputter lallyputter lillyputter lallyputter.”
         “Chuffa wuffa chuffa wuffa.”
         “Freezlebeezer frazzlebeezer Re! Ra! Ro!”
         That last one was a new hire: a dark-haired boy who looked about fifteen, though he had
to be older. Anna shook her head slightly. New ones chose the emotional chants. The boy would
learn soon enough why this was a bad idea.
         The chants employees repeated silently to themselves whenever they moved from place
to place were informally known as “inbetweeners” and in the employee manual as “low-level
resistance syllables.” They were Keep-Out signs. Their purpose was to stop employee chatter,
internal and external; also to discourage people from casually reading one another’s minds. They
were easily breachable, though, if an employee was foolish enough break that rule.
         Inbetweeners had to be sing-song in nature. They had to be easy to remember. The basic
unit of the chant had to be between four and eight syllables long. An end tag was permissible if it
was no longer than three syllables. Inbetweeners could connote no actual experience. Five
thousand words in the employee manual were devoted to these chants.
          “Bread and butter bread and butter bread and butter.” Anna was only a few steps away
from her cubicle, a beige space decorated with a single picture: a silver sailboat on a silver lake,
at dusk. Employees were permitted one picture, though it would not be entirely accurate to say
that they chose it. They looked through Lighthorse Magic’s library of pictures while a technician
monitored their brain waves. The picture best at inducing centering calm was given to the
employee, with instructions to display no other.
         Anna settled into her cubicle, wishing she could work at home. It would be no more
isolating than this office, where she worked in silence. Her UnderWorld job at the grocery store
had been full of bustle and chatter. Reading customers’ minds had been pleasant and easy, then.
         “Bread and butter bread and butter bread and butter,” she repeated silently, to drive her
thoughts underground. As she did so, she pulled up the first assignment for the day.
         She had done fracking only once, five years ago. Afterward, she told her supervisor she
would go back to the UnderWorld before she would do it again. Lighthorse Magic had yielded to
her wishes, which meant they valued her particularly. However, her current supervisor did not
like her and never had. This supervisor, whose Lighthorse Magic name was Xacta Goode, had
been one of her trainers in the early days and resented how easily she learned every lesson.
        Anna looked up at the serene sailboat on the serene lake. But it did not rescind the order.
        Named after an old method of extracting oil and natural gas from rock, fracking in the
psychic sense involved putting oneself into the midst of a Net group, reading them, and then
ripping them to pieces in highly personal, often-hideous ways. It was one of Lighthorse Magic’s
unadvertised services. Clients targeted a group they did not like, and employees fracked it.
        Fracking was psychics’ blood sport. Some of them enjoyed it.
        Anna stood up. She walked to Xacta Goode’s office, not bothering with the inbetweener
chant, and entered without knocking. Xacta looked up from her computer. “I heard you coming,”
she said. “You weren’t using your inbetweener. Your pay will be docked for that.”
        Anna knew better than to get angry. Anger was always useless. “I won’t do fracking,” she
said calmly. “You know I won’t.”
        “Bilvig Romano is out sick,” Xacta said. “You have to take it.”
        “I do not have to take it, and I will not.”
        “Your next pay just got even smaller,” Xacta said with a hard smile.
        “Make it as small as you want,” Anna said. She looked at Xacta’s one picture: an
ivory-colored cottage with a garden in bloom. Did that picture represent the life she dreamed of?
Anna almost pitied her. Xacta sat in silence for a minute, her mind buzzing with Keep-Outs.
Anna waited for her to finish pretending she was in charge of this conversation.
        “Count on dull assignments for a long time.”
        “All Lighthorse Magic assignments are interesting,” Anna said. “Don’t you find that
true?” She let a smile play across her lips. Xacta looked like a mad little troll.
        Back at her cubicle, Anna saw that she had been assigned three focus groups on aspects
of personal and financial security. In the late afternoon, however, she had the ongoing work on
meme development. Xacta did not dare pull her off that job, for Anna had been part of the meme
development team for some time.
        The most lucrative thing Lighthorse Magic did was to send memes, or thought viruses,
rampaging across the Net. Most people thought memes arose randomly and replicated
spontaneously. But there was nothing random or spontaneous about the memes created by
Lighthorse Magic. And nothing accidental about their success.
        Anna prepared for the first focus group: twenty-five people in a videoconference about
what kinds of medications they trusted and why. One woman who said she trusted her healthcare
providers was thinking, loudly, “give me little pills colored pretty pink. Little is better, and pink
does no harm.”
        Anna loved people for the crazy things they believed. Maybe they weren’t so crazy
either. Maybe pink pills would make that woman well, from the power of pink. Experts did not
know as much as they pretended to know. The corporation who hired Lighthorse Magic to run
this focus group was surely awash in experts who would sneer at the power of pink. And at
psychic power, too.
        After the group ended, Anna took her fifteen-minute midmorning break in the
Restoration Room, a quiet space marked, oddly, by a cross. It was furnished with three
comfortable chairs, a recliner, and a bubbling fountain. The walls were peach and cream; soft
music played in the background. Anna lay down on the recliner, closed her eyes, and began some
quiet-mind exercises.
        A great commotion of negative energy threw itself against the Restoration Room door,
which opened with a jolt. A young woman in an uproar stumbled into the room. Anna knew her:
a new hire whose Lighthorse Magic name was Chryss Mation. Poor Chryss staggered across the
room, trying to pull herself together. With a feeble attempt at her inbetweener (“merricat,
tearicat”), she sat down.
        She got my fracking assignment, Anna thought. She broke a couple more rules by putting
her hand on Chryss’s shoulder and telling her that this feeling would pass. Chryss looked up, her
eyes full of tears. “I killed them,” she whispered. Anna shook her head. “It only seems that way
to us,” she said.
        “The damage I did will go on forever,” Chryss mourned. “It will come back round to
        “You need to calm down,” Anna said.
        Chryss leapt to her feet. “I will not be part of this,” she cried as she ran out of the
Restoration Room. Through the open door Anna watched her swerve toward the elevators, get
corralled by one of the security guards, and be hustled away. In a few minutes, Chryss Mation
would be on her way home to whatever real life she possessed. Anna envied her.
        But this feeling of envy made no sense. Anna did not want to take a bus ride home to
Midway City. She did not want the identity bracelet put back on her wrist. She did not want to be
a checkout clerk in some store or other until the day she died. At Lighthorse Magic she was
gathering power. She could keep things in balance. She must.
                                Tamara Klugman Steps Out

         One sunny Friday in May, Tamara Klugman left her tiny job and her tiny life to become a
great woman. She traveled to a town the world had never heard of—at least not until the world
heard of her—and prophesied events with uncanny accuracy until money and fame corrupted her
and her power left.
         But that is getting ahead of the story. The place to begin is with that fateful Friday when
the rivers changed direction.
         Up until then, Tamara thought her life was okay. Her work as a medical transcriptionist
was dull, but she did not expect work to be fun. Most of her paycheck went to pay the rent on a
small efficiency apartment, and her old car had started to rust. Yet she had good cable TV, her
car ran well enough to get to the grocery and back, and for commuting she had the bus.
         When she got fired, she did not see it coming, not at all. She always arrived a little late in
the morning—that was the bus schedule—but finished her assignments on time and did not make
too many mistakes.
         “Your performance has been unsatisfactory for some time,” the supervisor said.
          Tamara was astonished by the feeling that seized her, which she dimly identified as
happiness. She squinted up at her supervisor, who was fat and middle-aged, and wearing one of
those polyester office dresses. “Go home,” the supervisor said from the bottom of a well full of
her own bitterness.
         Tamara went home and drove her rattling car to the grocery, where she bought macaroni
and cheese, a chocolate cake, and a bottle of screw-cap wine. That night, drugged pleasantly by
food and wine, she opened a spiral-bound notebook to a clean page and titled it “My Dream of
Life.” She described what she imagined: a house covered with climbing roses in a tiny village
surrounded by fields and forest. She felt the presence of other people (husband? children?), but
could not see their faces. She was loved and respected. Even more incredibly, she had power.
         That night she slept with an arm flung over her face, muttering. The air was heavy with
         The spirit entered the room in dead of night. It stood beside Tamara’s bed—huge-eyed,
lugubrious, tired to death. It flavored the darkness with darkness. It waited for her to sense its
         When Tamara opened her eyes and saw the spirit’s face, she slapped herself on the wrist.
The slap stung. She touched a finger to her wrist: her pulse was firm and strong. She counted the
         No—not dreaming.
         “Who are you?” she whispered. The spirit only widened its terrible black eyes slightly. It
opened its mouth as if to speak, but the room only grew more silent—like the first moments after
a death. Tamara hid her face. When she dared to look up again, the spirit was sitting in a corner.
It stared fixedly at the beige carpet.
          “Am I dying?” she said into the terrible silence.
         “No,” the spirit said. It did not remove its gaze from the carpet.
         “Then what?”
         “I will show you,” the spirit said. It sighed.
         Hurtful brightness filled the room. In its glare, gardens turned to ash. Houses shattered.
Blood splattered, and bones splintered. A horse became a skeleton before Tamara’s eyes. The
screams were loud, but they did not last long. Then—and this would always be the hardest part
of the vision to explain—Tamara felt something shift. It was a shift as profound and absolute as
death, and as irrevocable. The land shimmered with a curious, toxic glow. A bright thing
slithered among the ruins. It possessed horrible immortality. So armed it would kill the whole
         The spirit showed Tamara where: a hot spot of war on the other side of the world. It
showed her when: exactly one month from now. The bombs would fall at 10:10 in the morning.
         The vision faded. The spirit remained.
         “You see what is coming,” it said.
         “Can it be stopped?” Tamara whispered.
         “Not by you,” the spirit said. It swung its enormous head from side to side.
         “Then why tell me?” Tamara said. She might have been a mouse, her voice was so small
and weak.
         “You will speak of it,” the spirit said. “You will be listened to.”
         “Nobody has ever listened to me.”
         “Fool!” the spirit said, rearing up. “We will give you strength to speak just as we gave
you strength to see.” When Tamara cried no no no, the spirit’s expression softened. “You will do
well,” it said. “Your direction will come in a dream.”
         With a clumsy paw, it reached out to pat her. At its touch, Tamara fell back to sleep.
         She dreamed of a clean dry road lit by sunlight, with forest on either side. The trees were
a brilliant, electrical green. She was in her old car and traveling very fast toward a little town
called Star Shoot. The group she had to find was named the Consequentials. There would be a
         When Tamara woke up the next morning, she did not know what to do, so decided to go
out for breakfast. Getting a restaurant meal seemed no more absurd than any other action, and
there was a diner at the mall. As she ate blueberry pancakes with whipped butter, the dream
stayed in her mind, sparkling like a gold ring. All around people sat in twos and threes and fours,
laughing and talking. Obviously no spirit had come to them in the dead of night.
         Tamara, on the other hand, had little to lose and no one to love. Was it so very strange
that the spirit came to her? The laughing people in the diner would have squeezed their eyes shut
and rationalized the vision away.
         In the car she found an old AAA map and was not surprised to see that Star Shoot
existed. It was a little town about 300 miles away that seemed to be in the middle of a forest. So
she dumped bags and boxes of possessions into the Goodwill bin behind the big Methodist
church. The maintenance staff would scavenge her few pieces of furniture and pitch everything
else in the dumpster. There was no chance of getting her security deposit back, but this
consideration seemed trivial.
         A security deposit? What was that?
         Tamara took the car for an oil change. She doubted it was up to a 300-mile road trip, yet
she also doubted that it would break down if it was supposed to get her to Star Shoot.
         It was not until Sunday night, after she had finished her chores and packed her suitcase,
that she wondered whether she was making a mistake. But she decided that if the dream proved
false, she would simply keep looking. She would search and search. Her hungry eyes would hunt
for the curve of a porch, the sweep of a old tree, a “help wanted” ad in a newspaper, a quiet
bench on a quiet street, the smile of a stranger. She would drive and walk the earth until she saw
the signs that would lead her home, to a rose-covered house surrounded by green.
        And there really was a town called Star Shoot. There was that.
        She fell asleep at peace with her decision.
        The next day she put her suitcase into the old car and pulled out of the parking lot, not
afraid. All day she drove north as if in a bubble. Even the old car seemed perkier, more interested
in being a car than in being a piece of junk. Every few hours she stopped at a service station just
off the interstate, where she ate a little something and fed the car. Then she raced back to the
highway in a great dusty flourish of eagerness.
        In the afternoon it began to rain, not hard but insistently. A little water ran through the
driver’s side window: a leak Tamara could not afford to fix. She glanced at the directions she had
taped to the dashboard: two exits to go.
        The off-ramp led her onto a twisting two-lane road almost entirely closed in by green
shadows. A black creek ran along to the right. The vast trees locked arms overhead. The forest
darkened to midnight green.
        Tamara became uneasy for the first time that day. This was not like the dream. She
wondered whether she should turn around. However, to do that, she would have to cross the solid
double line into the opposing lane. There might be a wreck. She did not think she was not
supposed to die on this trip.
        Though she could be wrong.
        Where was she?
        The road finally widened and lightened. Tamara accelerated the car around the last curve
to see a sign stuck in the ground at an angle: STAR SHOOT, 1 MILE. She sighed happily. If the
drive north had been a test, she had passed.
        Star Shoot’s main street was lined with starveling businesses in old, elaborate brick
buildings. Tamara parked and went into a dark little place that sold herbs and candles. Behind the
scarred counter sat a hugely pregnant woman with tiny yellow stars pasted on extremely long,
pink-painted fingernails. She was reading a paperback romance and did not look up or speak. A
white cat lay on a shelf asleep. It extended its front paws, possibly dreaming.
        Tamara had not spoken all day. Now she wanted to speak in spilled-out sentences, run-on
words. She wanted to tell this woman where she had been and how she happened to be here. Yet
she was timid about sounding crazy.
        “I am looking for the Consequentials,” she mumbled.
        “They are here,” the woman asked, looking up at last. In her voice Tamara could sense
        “But where—” Tamara began, and subsided into silence. She could not explain why she
had driven more than 300 miles to Star Shoot. She hoped she could explain it to the
        “They hang out in the Widemann Building,” the woman said. “Big place, the Widemann
        “What do they do there?” Tamara heard herself say.
        “Hard to say,” the woman said. “But they are harmless. They are clowns.”
        Clowns? Tamara thought.
         “The Widemann Building is two blocks down, one block over,” the woman said,
yawning. “It would be nice if you bought something before you left.”
        Tamara grubbed among the herbs and candles, selecting lavender, cinnamon, and vanilla.
The woman took her plastic money, shoved the card in and out of the imprinter, and gave it back
to her. “Thanks for shopping at The Herb Boutique,” she said.
         As Tamara walked through the rain, she wondered whether the Consequentials expected
a visit from a stranger. Maybe they had dreamed about her. “If I dreamed that a recently fired
medical transcriptionist would show up at my door and give me the word,” she mused out loud,
“I would be scared to death.” It had not occurred to her that compared with the Consequentials,
she might have the easy job.
         The Widemann Building stood on the corner of Relay and Drive Streets. It was large.
“Large,” in fact, did not adequately describe it. Tamara could not imagine what the original
purpose of the building had been. (Manufacturing? But who builds a factory in the middle of
town?) Its first floor was occupied by a dollar store, which it seemed to have swallowed whole.
         Comparing it with a Tyrannosaurus rex would be close to the mark, except a
Tyrannosaurus would stand no chance against the Widemann Building.
         Tamara had to go around the corner to find the twelve-foot double doors that led to the
second floor. She opened one with difficulty (though of course the door would open, for she was
meant to open it). She stepped into a tall dark space something like a foyer. A hand-painted
signboard listed five names:

                                   Lightning Rod Used Books
                                  Trance of Attention Hypnosis
                                       More Than Bread
                                       The Rustic Players
                                      The Consequentials

        All right. They are real.
        A carved staircase, wide enough for six people to walk abreast, led from the foyer into
the unknown. Tamara the medical transcriptionist would have turned around and run. The
woman who had driven to Star Shoot to find the Consequentials mounted the staircase, herbal
scents trailing behind her like colored smoke. She climbed slowly but without hesitation, until
she reached the top and saw what she had driven toward, what she had walked into.
        At first she saw the room, vast and dim. It contained a raised stage and ten rows of chairs,
an art gallery, a large used bookstore, a half-dozen offices, two storage areas, enough musical
instruments for a small orchestra, and a café. The walls were lined with multipaned windows,
also vast and dim.
        Six people sat at one of the café tables with their eyes shut, holding hands. Tamara
stepped toward them. When they heard her footsteps, they opened their eyes and looked at her
        “Do you want a cup of coffee or tea?” asked a sixtyish man with a plain, friendly face.
        “Tea please,” Tamara said, smiling in what she hoped was a friendly way. The man
stepped behind the café counter, put a tea bag into a mug that said “Holy Joe,” and poured hot
water into it. “Sugar?” he asked. “Cream?”
        “Both, thank you,” Tamara said. She had never tasted cream in tea and found it delicious.
She sipped slowly, letting its warmth ease the chill of the rain. “If you are the Consequentials,”
she said. “I have a message for you.”
        All six tensed visibly. Sitting at the table, they seemed to have removed themselves into a
far part of the room. “Are you one of those Christian fundamentalists?” asked a large woman
wearing a cherry-colored T-shirt and white pants. “No,” Tamara said.
         “If you are not a Christian fundamentalist, we are the Consequentials,” the woman said.
The rain stopped. Sunshine began to light up the room.
        “What do you do?” Tamara asked. It was odd that her dream had omitted this detail.
        “We believe in God,” said the man who had given her tea. “We believe that everything in
the universe is holy.”
        “But what do you do?” Tamara said.
        “We welcome worshippers who find no home in organized religion,” the man said. “We
operate out of the Widemann Building because it has a fast Internet connection.”
        Tamara blinked. That the Widemann Building had a fast Internet connection seemed
unbelievable. However, no one smiled or contradicted what the man said.
        “We have a web site,” said the man. “We sell things that give comfort, such as the mug
you are drinking from.”
        Tamara looked at the mug in bewilderment.
        “My name is Mullion, by the way.” The others introduced themselves in turn:
McChessnie, Marconi, Messerschmidt, Morton, and Moira (the large woman). They looked like
pleasant people, the kind you might strike up a conversation with while in line at the grocery
        “My name is Tamara.”
        “If you want to become a Consequential, we will need to give you a name that begins
with “M,” said Marconi.
        “Why?” Tamara asked.
        “M is for miracle,” Moira said. “Which is everything.”
         “A spirit brought me a vision, and a dream told me to share it with you,” Tamara said.
“The dream said go to Star Shoot and find the Consequentials, and tell them what I saw. So here
I am.”
        There. She had told the truth. She watched their faces.
        “What was this vision?” McChessnie asked softly. She reached for Mullion’s hand, and
Tamara saw their wedding rings. “I dreamed of a stranger coming to town to tell us something,
but the dream did not say what.”
        “Something bad is going to happen on the other side of the world,” Tamara said, and told
them what and when and where.
        “If we publish your vision and you are right in every detail,” said Messerschmidt, “we
will be famous.” As this truth sank in, all the Consequentials looked worried. The idea of fame
did not frighten Tamara, and she wondered why it did not.
        “Our server will crash,” said Marconi. “We will be shut down.”
        “Marconi,” Mullion said, “you are such a geek.”
        “I will be famous chiefly,” Tamara said. “I will deal with it.” Wow, how firmly she
spoke! She had never before taken charge of anything, and she found the sensation intoxicating.
She could see the Consequentials’ dilemma though. They had no way of knowing, just yet,
whether she was a crackpot only or a crackpot with true vision. She smiled to herself, for she
knew which.
        “I could write about the vision,” Tamara said.
        “You still need a name that begins with M,” Marconi said.
        “My’beth?” said Moira. “I almost picked that name.”
        “My’beth is fine,” Tamara said. “I will not write as a Consequential though. I don’t know
what role you have to play, so I will protect you.
        “Also,” she continued. “I need a place to live.” She said this in such as way that someone
was bound to respond with an offer. It came from Mullion and McChessnie, whose children were
        After the meeting broke up, which it did swiftly, Tamara followed Mullion and
McChessnie home. Their real names were Tom and Lucy Brightwood. By eight o’clock that
night, she had eaten chicken and biscuits, and was settled in a comfortable, plain room. She
promised the Brightwoods that she would try to find work and then an apartment, but that was
only to reassure them. She sensed no future need to worry about money.
        So Tamara did tell what she saw, and the vision proved true, and the world turned to her
in horror and awe. With the fortune she made prophesying, she founded a town called Rising
Sun. Many years later, another amazing thing would happen there . . .
                     Three Excerpts from the Diary of Joan Holland

June 20, afternoon
         I made a blueberry pie because my husband told me that fugitives are coming for dinner.
Blueberries are fortifying. I used frozen berries from last year’s crop, as the bushes will not be
ready to yield their fruit until midsummer.
         Baking made me feel rich and safe, though we are poor and as long as my husband
follows his passion for doing good, I wonder how safe for how long. He is sixty—more than
twice my age—though he acts like a young man and works like one, too. His age does not
frighten me, but rather his goodness: it shines so brightly that it surely draws evil like a light
draws insects.
         Here is an example of what I mean: This afternoon my husband strode into our bedroom
and woke me from a nap. “Wife!” he said. “We are sheltering people being chased by Public
Eye!” I did not know what he was talking about, so he explained while taking long steps from
here to there and waving his hands about. “They are innocent, of course,” he said. I agreed that
their story was too ridiculous to be a lie. You can tell a lie by its prettied-up look. It smiles and
takes a bite out of your soul. These people, on the other hand, told a tale so absurd that it had to
be the truth.
         My husband met God a year before he met me. God has never come to me in a muddy
field and started a conversation, for which I am grateful, but that is what happened to him. I
know he is telling the truth about this encounter because he cannot speak of it without tripping
over his tongue and subsiding, finally, into silence. Lies, as I said, are dressed in pretty words.
         “Public Eye will come here,” my husband said. By “here” he meant our little village,
Rising Sun. He spoke as if he looked down from heaven rather than at me, his pregnant wife. I
cringed. “No fear my sweet Joan,” he said. “In their eyes we are not worth harming.” He strutted
out of the room, leaving me with my belly and my thoughts. The baby beat a tattoo on my ribs
with its feet.
         I made blueberry pie to quiet my mind, but even after the pie was in the oven, I was not
calm. So here I sit at the old desk in our living room, writing. The discipline of putting words to
paper puts me right. My parents did not think it was a waste of time to teach a child handwriting,
so I know how to shape letters in ways that astound others. This too puts me right.
         The baby has fallen asleep. The aroma of baking wafts through the cottage. I write “all
will be well” and sink into quietness and peace. I am in love. My tenderness drips like honey.

June 20, almost midnight
The fugitives’ names are Anna Ringer and Taz Night. They are both about my age and seemed in
a bad way: frightened and ungrounded. I did not let them see my terror at their being in my
house, though I knew that the minute they stepped through the door my husband and I had
become their accomplices. At the end of the evening, they clung to our little cottage like a raft in
a storm. They went back to their room finally, for a sleepless night I have no doubt.
        Their lives used to be bound up with money and machines; I could tell by their pallor and
their astonishment at finding themselves in a home as plain as ours. Right off, Taz gave me and
my belly a look that angered Anna. Taz acted as though he had never seen a pregnant woman
before. Maybe he hadn’t.
        It was true that the clothes I wore did not conceal too much. I changed into a more
modest outfit so that he would stop staring, but then he went into raptures over my cooking,
which is good enough but not deserving of cries of “Transcendent!” and “Sublime!” He cried out
these things to his bread and butter. Anna was somber and subdued. She recognized, as my
husband did, that I was not attracted to Taz and so she was not jealous. Every now and then she
would look toward the front door with a stricken face, surely thinking of the danger outside.
Danger she would have to go back into soon.
        Their story is astonishing. They are sheltering a miraculous machine: a machine that has
ascended into life. My husband told me this, but it was the one part of the story I did not quite
believe. Maybe they believe it, I thought. But now I know it is true. Here are Cel’s own words:
“Taz told me I was my body. I told him I was not.” He spoke like a child telling a truth obvious
to him but which the adults around him were slow to grasp.
        Anna said that there was such a thing as the soul and she knew it. But at that point the
secrets she keeps choked her, and she said no more. Taz said something pompous that I do not
        The depths are deep. The deepest experiences of our lives cannot be put into words. No
wonder so many people spend their lives prattling about trivia and doing things that bore them.
We do not know how to tell the truth! My husband and I cannot map out our love for public
consumption, though we live in the mystery of it every day.
        That computer thinks it has a soul. I have no reason to doubt it.

June 21, morning
Last night I asked my husband whether we would we be able to protect Taz and Anna and their
computer. (I don’t know why I asked him, for I knew the answer.) We lay under our
green-and-white quilt, with moonlight brightening the room. He placed his hand on my belly like
a man taking an oath. “No,” he said. “We won’t.”
         Yet this morning he acted like it was an ordinary day. He dressed in his usual clothes and
ate his usual breakfast with his usual appetite, even though Public Eye might kill us or put us in
prison for aiding and comforting these people. Our lives could be over in a few hours. Goodbye
sweet cottage, goodbye blueberry pie. I do not want to think these thoughts, but they come
         Because I slept badly and finally could not sleep at all, I got up at dawn to bake
wholemeal quick bread with honey and buttermilk. Wrapped the bread in a red and green towel
for my husband to carry out on this terrible day. “Believe me when I say I bake with love,” I
whispered with my eyes full of tears. He kissed my forehead: a shining mark to protect me from
danger. Oh, how I want to believe!
         Fear charges my husband up. It makes me want to lie low like a rabbit.
         Then the worst thing happened: we had a fight. He wanted me to keep the phone turned
on so he could call me with news. Good news, he said, but the urgent tone in his voice told me he
was not certain of a happy outcome, any more than I was.
         I said the only thing worse than being home alone while he went off to face Public Eye
was being home alone waiting for the phone to ring. I would not spend hours staring at the phone
as if it were a viper. I will not have it. When he brings the news of success or failure, it must be
real. We must be able to hold each other, if only for one last time.
         He switched the phone on. I switched it off. We went back and forth like that, the air
growing toxic with fear and anger. He promised he would return. I said what is the guarantee?
He said, “You know better, Joan, than to ask a question like that.”
        When he walked out the door, I sat at the kitchen table not looking at him. Shelter me, I
wanted to cry but did not. If he failed to do the right thing, he would grow old and dull, and
doubting. I knew this as well as he. The man I fell in love with could not stay home, not even for
my sake. I waited, a mug of tea on the table before me. Every now and then I lifted it to my lips
with both hands, as if I were a child just learning to drink from a cup. I listened to the birds
singing. Sunshine washed our cottage in brightness. I wrote these words, one after the other,
taking care to form them well. The preciseness of the work comforted me.
        Soon I heard Public Eye entering our village. Engines roared and then stopped, doors
slammed, boots stamped out green life underfoot. It sounded as though a mob had come to
capture Taz and Anna, which struck terror into my heart because a mob was unnecessary for two
lone people. They had come to destroy us.
        Up the hill in the center of town, the destroyers smashed a door. The splintering and the
shouts of ignorant rage staggered me like physical blows. They spilled into the room where my
husband waited with Taz and Anna, and their soulful machine. I knew these things were
happening without witnessing them. (Is my husband afraid now?) Our unborn child stretched as
if waking from a pleasant sleep.
        I saw my own foolishness then. I could not hide from bad news by refusing to hear it. As
surely as I had held the phone in a stubborn fist, saying I will not have it, I ran into the house to
turn the phone on, saying forgive me, please forgive me. Now the phone lies on the table beside
me. If he calls, I will answer. Surely he knows that, in spite of my morning terror. He must know
        Things have gone quiet up the hill. I choose to take a sliver of hope from this silence;
surely agony would be loud. The seconds sweep by. I am in time’s jaws.

                                      NOT QUITE THE END

                                           Turn the page
        Original blurb from the back cover of the print edition of Cel & Anna

       “How can I not love you?” Cel said. “The roads without end all lead back to you.”

         You are about to enter the Middle Machine Age, where good citizens of the Reunited
States are either Outsiders or denizens of the UnderWorld.
         Outsider Anna Ringer works as a psychic at a mysterious company called Lighthorse
Magic. At night she has virtual sex with strangers and dreams of running away. One morning her
computer, Cel, develops consciousness and decides he loves her, but when Cel buys a strange
gift to show his passion he accidentally rocks the world order.
         Anna’s dreams did not include false accusations of terrorism. Or discovering that the
quality that sets her apart—her psychic power—is not too useful in the real world. She never
imagined having to run for her life.
         Her companion in this adventure is a shy computer genius named Taz Night. They make
surprising allies as they elude the agents of Public Eye, the government’s amoral enforcement

                           Bite-sized excerpts from Cel & Anna

       The first chapter (The Worst Thing)

The worst thing about virtual sex in the Middle Machine Age was the bunny suit. Computers and
their human assistants were constantly on the verge of a breakthrough, except it never happened.
They still hadn’t solved the conundrum of providing whole-body sensation and the illusion of
union to people who were, in fact, alone. The bunny suit was made of fine, soft material: no one
could feel the sensors and transmitters anymore, or the network of wires. It was easy-on,
easy-off, with thin, flexible gloves and a mask made of feather-light mesh. It came in all colors
and designs.
        But there you were, climbing into a damned wear-a-blanket to have sex.

The sexy chapter (Bed of Stars)

Out of the darkness came space creatures, weightless as scarves and the color of pale fire. At first
they twined themselves around and over and under the bed, sighing without cease, as if they
longed to speak but could not. The closer they came to Lute and Anna, the quicker their
movements became. They flashed like luminous fish in the dark. There were many of them, all
sighing and moving to unheard music.
        “What are those?” Lute asked. “Naurai,” Anna said softly. They were the only space
creatures she had ever created.
        “Look out there,” she said, pointing into the darkness.
        Lute looked and lost track of Anna for a moment. Before his eyes in infinite blackness
were strings of pearls, showers of gold, plumes, gardens, ice palaces, and a butterfly made of
orange light. There were gas pillars and clouds and whirlpools and collisions.
       With a shout Lute made his clothes disappear.

The penultimate chapter (Absquatulation)

“I told you that I am not my body,” Cel said. “What if I could exchange one body for another?
What if I didn’t need a body?”
        “You’d be unique among living creatures,” Taz said. He fell silent as it occurred to him
that Cel was unique among living creatures.
        “I can prove Anna is innocent,” Cel said, “if I can prove I am alive.”
        No one spoke for a few seconds. It felt like midnight on the water, with moonlight
blazing a path through the dark.
        “You mean jump from one computer to another?” Taz said.
        “Yes,” Cel said impatiently. “I am not my body.”

The last chapter (The Next Thing)

One summer day when skies were blue,
      A computer stormed the Net ring,
      Let every soul cry well-a-day,
      His name was Cel the next thing.

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									                                                         OPEN RANGE                                                  MOD Form 907B-5
                                                                                (Revised Mar 2010)

                                                     Tick this box if completing
                              COVER SHEET             Cover Sheet Only
    Range Serial No:                                      Range Name :                                          Inspection Date:

Complex Ser No (if any):                         Range Complex Name (if any):                                   Current Status:
                                                                                See Note 4
                                                          Type of Range:
Range Authorising Headquarters:                                      RFCA/DTE:

Email:                                                               Email:
Range Address:                                                       Range Administering Unit Address:

Email:                                                               Email:

Map Sheet:                                                           Grid Reference:

Air Danger Area:                         Sea Danger Area:                          Bylaws (SI Number and Date):

Main users of the range:

Brief description of the range:

Range Officer: (The officer appointed by the CO of the Range Administering Unit for the overall management of the range.)
Name and Rank:                                                       Appointment:

Civilian Telephone Number:        Military Telephone Number:         E-Mail Address:

This report comprises:
Cover Sheet.
Section 1 Range Documentation.
Section 2 Range Safety Questionnaire.
Section 3 Inspector's Comments and Recommendations.
Section 4 Follow-up action ordered by the Range Authorising Headquarters. (Not applicable to RN)
Section 5 DLRSC comments and recommendations.
1. Inspectors are to complete Sections 1, 2 and 3 then distribute them as detailed in Section 3.
2. Service Inspection Coordinators are to liaise with the relevant Range Authorising Headquarters to ensure that Section 4 is completed.
3. Range Safety Gradings:
   Grade A: The range meets all the criteria specified in JSP 403.
   Grade B: The range does not fully meet the criteria specified in JSP 403 but its continued use does not present an unacceptable
   hazard provided remedial action is taken as soon as is reasonably practicable.
   Grade C: The range does not meet the essential safety criteria specified in JSP 403 to the extent that continued use presents an
   unacceptable hazard. Before further use, the identified failings should be rectified and/or control measures put in place; or a
   dispensation should be granted.
4. Current Status:
   a) Closed: The range has been decommissioned, all documentation has been permanently withdrawn by the Range Authorising
   Headquarters and Annex C to Chapter 6 of JSP 403 Vol I has been completed. No inspection required.
   b) Temporarily Closed: MOD Form 905 and 906, and/or other range documentation have been temporarily withdrawn by the
   Range Authorising Headquarters or Range Administering Unit. Situation should be reported to DLRSC but no inspection is required.
   c) Active: Where the range is in normal use; or when neither a. nor b. above is applicable, the Inspector should consider the range
   to be active and a full range safety inspection and report should be completed.

                                                             Page 1 of 10                                          OPEN RANGE
                                                                                SECTION 1
     Range Serial No:                                     Range Name (if any):                                       Inspection Date:

                                                     SECTION 1
                                               RANGE DOCUMENTATION
1.      Enter the following information pertaining to the documents listed below:

        a.    MOD Form 904:        Reference No:                                                Date of Signature:

        b.    Type of WDA in use:
        c.    If the range operates under dispensation/s for non-standard construction and/or
              practices, summarise the circumstances and enter the dates of validity below:            If none, indicate here:

Granted by:                                                                           Rank/Grade:

Appointment:                                                                    Valid from:                     to:
                                                                                Y         N
Has the above dispensation been reviewed in past 12 months?

        d.    AF K1309/MOD Form 1057 or other technical records: N/A
        Reference                                                                                Approval
        No:                                                                                Dated:
        e.    MOD Form 905:       Date of expiry:
                                                                                All actions
2.      Most Recent Inspections            Date:             Inspected by:                                            N/A     Y         N
        a.    MOD Form 907A
        b.    MOD Form 907B
              Works Technical
        d.    Estate Inspection

  (See Note 3 on Cover Sheet)

                                                              Page 2 of 10                                           OPEN RANGE
                                                                                SECTION 2
     Range Serial No:                            Range Name (if any):                              Inspection Date:

                                         SECTION 2
RANGE ADMINISTRATION                                                                                N/A     Y     N
1.      Range Orders:
        a.   Are Range Orders promulgated in the Orders of the Range Administering Unit?
        b.   Have Range Orders been reviewed during the last 12 months?
        c.   Are Range Orders available to the RCO on the range?
2.      Do Range Orders clearly describe or include:
        a.   The name and location of the range?
        b.   The Unit and appointment of the officer responsible to the CO of the Range
             Administering Unit for the overall management of the range?
        c.   That firing is only to be conducted under the supervision of properly qualified or
             authorised RCOs?
        d.   That the Air Weapons Range is only to be operated by properly qualified
        e.   The weapons and ammunition limitations applicable to the range, in accordance
             with the schedule of the Range Authorisation Certificate (MOD Form 904)?
        f.   That the RCO is to sign the MOD Form 906/906A and/or other special to Arms
             Certificate before any firing practice to affirm that he has read and understood
             Range Standing Orders?
        g.   The requirement for the RCO to sign in the Range Log (MOD Form 906) after
             firing to confirm that all ammunition and explosives have been cleared?
        h.   The documents and maps required by Safety personnel?
        i.   The Certificates to be submitted to the Range Officer prior to obtaining
             clearance to fire, and at the end of practice?
        j    The procedure for reporting accidents, incidents and defects, including blinds
             and the entries to be made in the Range Log (MOD Form 906/906A)
        k    The medical cover and equipment to be provided?
        l.   The location of the nearest means of communication by which emergency
             services may be called?
        m.   The actions to be taken in an emergency?
        n.   That ear protection is to be worn in accordance with current regulations?
        o    That other protective clothing is to be worn?
        p.   Specific instructions for each authorised type of practice (e.g. NGS, Air to
             Ground, Artillery, Proof, Demolitions etc.)?
        q.   That Field Firing exercises, Battle Runs etc, may only be conducted with the
             written authority of the Range Officer/RLO?
        r.   The procedures for firing from air-mounted weapon platforms?
        s.   That all misfires and blinds are to be dealt with by the firing unit or reported to
             Range Control at the end of practice; including the entries to be made in the
             MOD Form 906/906A and any other special to arm certificate required by the
        t.   The procedure to ensure that before firing/practice begins, the danger area into
             which any weapon is directed is clear of personnel?
        u.   That, before firing begins, the officer/s responsible for range safety ensures that
             all sentries, barriers, warning flags and/or lights relevant to his practice are in
        v.   RCO's verbal pre-firing briefings to firing party/s, sentries and other personnel
             affected by the firing, on the intended practice and any relevant safety

                                                     Page 3 of 10                                  OPEN RANGE
                                                                                SECTION 2
     Range Serial No:                            Range Name (if any):                              Inspection Date:

                                                                                N/A     Y     N
        w.    The location/s and duties of sentries?
        x.    The arrangements for observation of all land, sea and air danger areas during
        y.    Control of all access points forward of the firing points?
        z.    Control of movement within the range boundary?
        aa.   The procedures to be adopted at night and/or in poor visibility?
        ab.   The means of communication between firing points (including firing vehicles and
              aircraft), sentries, range control and other locations directly involved in the
        ac.   Detailed instructions for the flying of aircraft, including RPVs, within the range
        ad.   The firing points and postures which may be used?
        ae.   The permitted arcs of fire, location and description of all arc markers?
        af.   All designated impact and other danger areas?
        ag.   The types of target which may be used, including any relevant specifications,
              dimensions and positioning instructions?
        ah.   The duties of staff operating range facilities, including pre and post-firing
        ai.   The use of the range by non-MOD personnel?
        aj.   Clear instructions for the conduct of licensed game management and/or vermin
        ak.   The procedure for correct disposal of unused ammunition & ammunition waste.
        al.   Reference to Instructions for contractors operating and maintaining range facility
              (All or Part of daily range operation)
        am    Reference to instructions for deleading and disposal of waste
        an     Do range standing Orders state the maximum NEQ permissible?
3.      Is the range manned to establishment?

  (See Note 3 on Cover Sheet)

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                                                                                SECTION 2
     Range Serial No:                            Range Name (if any):                               Inspection Date:

RANGE CONTROL                                                                                N/A     Y        N

4.      Certificates:
        a.     Is a valid copy of the Land Range Authorisation Certificate (MOD Form 904) held
               on the Range File?
        b.     Is a valid Land Range Safety Certificate (MOD Form 905) displayed or available
               to the RCO on the Range?
5.      a.     Is the Land Range Log (MOD Form 906) being completed in accordance with
               current instructions?
        b.     Have the following periodic inspections been recorded at the correct frequency
               and signed by the Inspector:
               (1) Monthly Inspection by the Range Administering Unit using Form 907-2
               (Monthly) or locally produced alternative to the same standard?
               (2) Annual Inspection by the Range Authorising Headquarters?
               (3) Is the Two-yearly Inspection by the Works Services Organisation current?
                     (i) Is inspection report held on the range file?
               (4) Infrastructure and plant inspections?
               (5) Estate Inspection
6.      a.     Is the range covered by a valid written risk assessment in accordance with Ref.
        b.     Is it held on the range file?

If questions 7 to 27 have been answered in Complex report – Tick here              (Jumps to DE&S/DSTL Ranges just
before Question 28)
                                                                                N/A     Y        N
7.      Is there a reliable procedure for ensuring that the range cannot be allocated to persons
        who are not properly qualified to conduct firing practices?
8.      Is there an adequate procedure for ensuring that range planning is conducted using
        only approved templates and procedures as detailed in current pamphlets and/or other
9.      Are the designated permanent and temporary danger areas in accordance with
        currently approved templates and/or criteria?
10.     Do all land, air and/or sea danger areas, including trajectory vertex heights, lie within
        the boundary of the range?
11.     Where the danger area/s extend beyond the MOD/RFCA boundary of the range:
        a. Have formal over-shooting rights been drawn up by the DE?
        b. Is a valid dispensation in force?
12.     Where a temporary air danger area in excess of 500 ft AGL is required, is the correct
        procedure in use?
13.     Is there an effective system in place for ensuring that, in so far as is practicable, the
        whole of the active danger area/s is clear of personnel before “Range Clear” can be
        given by Range Control?
14.     Where an Air or Sea Danger Area exists, is an effective system in place to quickly
        detect infringements and immediately curtail firing/practice?
15.     Where Byelaws exist, does the Range Officer hold an up to date copy?
16.     Is there a central point of control when firing/practice is in progress?
17.     Is there an adequate communications system linking all sections of the range?
18.     Is there an adequate procedure for effecting a general order to Check Firing to all
        practices in an emergency?

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                                                                                SECTION 2
  Range Serial No:                            Range Name (if any):                             Inspection Date:

                                                                                N/A     Y        N
19.   Is the simultaneous use of adjacent range areas or separate practices approved by the
      Range Officer?
20.   Is there an effective procedure for ensuring that all range users are aware of
      restrictions on movement (e.g. formal briefings, issue of Daily Range Summaries etc.)?
21.   Where the range is used by non-MOD personnel, does the Range Officer hold a copy
      of the licence or encroachment agreement issued by the appropriate authority (e.g.
22.   Is an individual Range Detail or other special instruction issued for each practice?
23.   Does the general appearance of the range indicate that only approved practices are
      conducted using authorised weapons and ammunition?

24 a.      Are relevant publications available to the Range Officer and RCO?
     b.    Are relevant RSNs and RSPLs applied by the range?

25. Does the Range Officer hold maps and/or plans to a suitable scale showing the
    boundary of the range and designated danger areas?
26. Do the Range Officer’s maps correspond exactly with those held by the appropriate DE
    office in respect of the training area boundary, over-shooting rights and areas of land
    within the boundary which are sub-let to the local community?
27.   Do the Range Officer’s Maps/drawings show?
      a. The boundary of each separately allocated range and training area which lies
           within the overall boundary of the range?
      b. The location/s and extents of fixed firing points, arcs of fire, movement boxes and
           designated impact and danger areas for all authorised weapon systems?
      c. Accurately drawn danger areas for all weapon systems authorised to be fired on
           the range based on currently approved/endorsed templates and/or safety traces?
      d. Permitted entry points to the range?
      e. Roads, tracks and footpaths within the range boundary?
      f. The position/s of all danger area warning flags and/or lights?
      g. The position/s of all Byelaw Notices?
      h. The position/s of all barriers and gates used to control access to and movement
           within the range?
      i. The position/s of all sentry posts?
      j. The extent of MOD/RFCA land leased to other users?
      k. All areas of non-MOD/RFCA land over which formal over-shooting rights are held?

DE&S/DSTL Ranges        N/A
28.   Do the RSO and TCOs have the resources to enable them to select and, where
      necessary, modify approved danger area templates to meet the safety requirements for
      experimental and proof firing?
29.   Do range procedures provide sufficient guidance and indicate when and how higher
      approval is to be obtained?
30.   Where danger area templates are supplied by a suitably qualified and approved
      sponsor, do the range staff have the necessary expertise to assess the integrity of
      these templates?
31.   Do range procedures specify where guidance can be obtained in cases of doubt?

  (See Note 3 on Cover Sheet)

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                                                                                SECTION 2
  Range Serial No:                                Range Name (if any):                            Inspection Date:

RANGE STRUCTURE                                                                                N/A     Y        N

32.   Where the type of range incorporates constructed components or special layouts, do
      they conform to an approved design?
33.   Are all roads, footpaths, bridleways and other access points to the range adequately
      guarded by sentries or barred by lockable barriers or gates?
34.   Has fencing been provided where required by current regulations?
35.   Where fencing is provided, does it meet the required standard for its intended purpose?
36.   Are all warning flags/lights correctly positioned?
37.   Is the range boundary clearly defined by correctly worded warning notices of the correct
38.   Where Byelaws exist, are notice boards positioned at all points of access to the range?
39.   Where warning notices refer to warning flags and/or lights, can they be seen from the
      location of the notice?
40.   Are all manned positions within the danger area adequately protected?
41.   Is the RDA/WDA in use appropriate to the weapons, ammunition and practices
      authorised for use on the range?
42.   Do the location, orientation and extents of the range and its danger area/s conform to
      the range map?
43.   Do any butts/bunds or other constructions provided to ensure weapon initiation conform
      to an approved design?
44.   Are all permanently positioned arc markers, movement boxes and/or safety critical
      reference points correctly positioned and unambiguously coloured or indicated?
45.   Are any range and ancillary structures free from excessive damage?
46.   Do the authorised firing points conform to an approved design?
47.   Do any protective structures provided for safety staff conform to an approved design?
48.   Are all firing points and targets sited so as to eliminate backsplash hazards?
49.   Where timber cladding is fitted to areas which may receive frequent strike, can it be
      easily removed for inspection?
50.   Is the range free from bullet strikes or other weapon effects in areas other than should
      be expected?

Grenade Ranges N/A
51.   Is the range built on a firm, level site?
52.   Is the whole impact area open to view by the RCO/Safety Supervisor?
53.   Are arrangements in place to ensure that the whole danger area remains clear
      throughout the practice?
54.   Is the surface of the Impact Area correctly constructed of approved materials?
55.   Do the design and construction of the range buildings conform to an approved design?
56.   Do all throwing trenches and targets provided for tactical practices conform to an
      approved design?

Anti-Tank Ranges N/A
57.   Are all firing points sited so as to provide unobstructed LofS to the target/s across the
      full arc/s?
58.   Where backblast, fragmentation or ejected ammunition debris hazards exist, is the
      necessary clear space provided around the firing point/s?
59.   Does the layout of the range enable the RCO/Safety Supervisor to exercise effective
      control of firing from adequately protected positions?

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  Range Serial No:                             Range Name (if any):                                Inspection Date:

Field Firing Ranges/Areas N/A
60.   Are all fixed firing points, arc markers and/or movement boxes clearly marked on the
      ground and visible by day and night?
61.   Are the positions of all fixed firing points, arc markers and/or movement boxes
      accurately marked on the range map?

Demolition Ranges        N/A
62.   Is there an appropriate procedure in place to control the access to the range (i.e. gates,
      barriers & boundary)?
63.   Is the demolition area free of vegetation to prevent fire?
64.   Is the structure of the firing point/bunker suitable for the maximum NEQ?

  (See Note 3 on Cover Sheet)

RANGE MAINTENANCE                                                                                N/A     Y        N

65.   Are the following range components being maintained to a serviceable standard:
      a.    Securing arrangements for all doors and/or other points of access?
      b.    Gates and/or barriers?
      c.    Fencing?
      d.    Alarm systems?
      e.    Communications systems?
      f.    Lights?
      g.    Signs and Warning notices?
      h.    Flags?
      i.    Timber baffles and cladding?
      j.    Protective structures?
      k.    Target/Impact area?
      l.    Permanent arc markers, movement boxes and/or other safety critical constructed
            reference points?
      m.    Initiating banks/bunds or other constructions?
      n.    Target frames/supports/mechanisms?
      o.    Firing positions?
      p.    Firing trenches/leaning posts?
      q.    Markings indicating the correct positions of range components?
66.   Does the general appearance of the range indicate that an adequate maintenance
      regime is being followed?

  (See Note 3 on Cover Sheet)

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                                                                                SECTION 3
   Range Serial No:                                 Range Name (if any):                                  Inspection Date:

                                      SECTION 3
1.    Here the Inspector should list the faults or deficiencies found during the inspection and, where appropriate, give
advice as to how they may be rectified.
2.    If a serious range safety issue is identified during the inspection, the Inspector must inform the Range Administering
Unit directly and also ensure that the respective Range Authorising Headquarters is made aware of the problem.
3.    The Inspector should comment on any safety issue which comes to his attention, whether or not covered by the
4.    Continuation sheets, photographs, plans and diagrams may be attached as necessary.
5.    Particular attention should be paid to any safety-related concerns expressed by the Range Officer, which should be
briefly summarised below and fully addressed in the body of the report.

Points of concern affecting range safety expressed by the Range Officer:

REFERENCES (Additional references can be added by the inspectors)
      A.      JSP 403 - Handbook of Defence Land Ranges Safety, Vol I, Edition 2 Change 6 - Policy
      B.      JSP 403 - Handbook of Defence Land Ranges Safety, Vol II, Edition 3 Change 5 - Design and Construction
              of Small Arms and Infantry Weapon System Ranges
      C.      Infantry and Armoured Training Volume IV - Ranges and Training Safety, Pamphlet No 21, Regulations for
              Training with Armoured Fighting Vehicles, Infantry Weapon Systems and Pyrotechnics.
      D.      Air Publication 3205 RAF Land Ranges - Policy (RAF only)
      E.      Headquarters Air Weapons Range Orders (HQ AWROs)
      F.      JSP 403 - Handbook of Defence Land Ranges Safety, Vol III - Air to Surface Range Safety
      G.      JSP 482 - MOD Explosives Regulations.
      H.      Pam 21-C the Regulations for the Planning Conduct and Supervision of Firing and Training for Cadets.

 Inspector’s Comments:Field59Start

                  (See Note 3 on Cover Sheet)

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  Range Serial No:                              Range Name (if any):                             Inspection Date:

Inspector's additional comments on the Overall Grading shown above.
The Inspector may wish to elaborate upon or qualify the gradings awarded by referring to key sections of his
report in the space provided below. If a grading of "C" has been awarded, it is essential that a brief summary of
the main fault/s is given below.

Name and Rank:

   Appointment:                                                           Date:

Range Authorising Headquarters
DTE (where applicable)
Range Administering Unit
RFCA (where applicable)
Independent Inspections Team Leader
TAS(RE) (where applicable)

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12/15/2011 08:52:00 p.m. - Reported by Chuck Foster

The BBC have reported some news about developments in the next series of Doctor Who, as revealed at tonight's press screening of The Doctor, The Widow and The Wardrobe.

The following may be considered a spoiler for the next series, and appeared on the official BBC Doctor Who Twitter feed:

Steven Moffat has announced that next series will see the "final days" of the Doctor's current TARDIS co-travellers Amy and Rory, teasing that he will have a new friend soon ...

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YOKOSUKA, JAPAN — February 25, 2011 — Recently, A rollicking Fitness Fair was held for teachers at Sullivans Elementary School. The Fair was organized by the Sullivans Walking Club and was attended by dozens of Sullivans teachers and administrators. Many fitness-related base organizations contributed to the success of the event.
Many Sullivans Walking Club members wore their SWC t-shirts and received a special prize for doing so. From 2:15 to 3:00, the teachers moved from one booth to another. The booths included LTJG Melissa Amescua, United States Naval Hospital Yokosuka registered dietician, and her dietary guideline information. Teachers received dietary tips updated for the year 2010 by the U.S. Department of Agriculture and the Department of Health and Human Services. “ One key recommendation for this year includes reducing daily sodium intake from 2,300 mg per day to 1,500 mg per day for many persons. Most Americans eat almost 4000 mg per day ” stated Amescua.

Other booths included a blood pressure monitoring booth manned by Sullivans School nurses and a body composition analysis by Rhea Daniels and HM2 Katina Jack from the Health Promotions Department of USNH Yokosuka.

 Mayumi Castro’s free 10 minute “healing touch” massages were a big hit. Her line formed early and she was massaging the entire afternoon. Castro, a certified massage therapist, specializing in traditional therapeutic Thai and other massages,  can be reached at Robert R. Purdy Fitness Center.

Chris Mitchell, from MWR Fitness, brought several giveaway items and a real treat for the teachers,   Kimberly Johnson and Ayako Ware. Johnson and Ware are two  personal fitness trainers certified by the Aerobics and Fitness Association of America, who  electrified their audience with a live resistance training session, demonstrating the use of resistance bands and the Reebok Core Board. Johnson and Ware are also available by appointment through Purdy Fitness Center.

As the hands on the clock moved towards 3:00 P.M., a distinct change in the atmosphere of the room was noted. An air of hushed anticipation enveloped the audience, finally breaking loose when Shellanie Ferrer and Reiko McCullough set the stage on fire with a Zumba routine that was hot, hot, hot! Every foot in the room was tapping as these two dynamic, fiery instructors presented their spicy Latin-infused Zumba exercise class for one and all. Ferrer and McCullough are group X and Zumba certified instructors who also teach classes through MWR.


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NL Cy Young race pits Clayton Kershaw vs. three-headed Phillies monster

Matt Kartozian/US PresswireClayton Kershaw has approximately eight starts remaining to burnish his Cy Young chances.

As the sub-.500 Dodgers go for their unlikely and incongruous double play – Matt Kemp for National League Most Valuable Player, Clayton Kershaw for NL Cy Young – you’ll find that Kershaw is the clear leader among pitchers from non-contending teams.

Kershaw has a 2.72 ERA, an NL-best 9.89 strikeouts per nine innings and 4.9 wins over replacement, according to Fangraphs. With a quarter of the season remaining, none of the other pitchers from the Losers Division match up. In ERA, the only challenger is Cincinnati’s Johnny Cueto (1.87), who has thrown nearly 50 fewer innings. Florida’s Anibal Sanchez has a strikeout rate of 9.33, but his ERA is 3.97. And the next best in WAR from a losing team, 3.6 by Washington’s Jordan Zimmermann (3.23 ERA), is more than 25% lower than Kershaw’s. If you look at other stats, you’ll find similar lack of competition.

But there are stout rivals for Kershaw among contending teams:

  • Roy Halladay. We discussed Halladay as a leading MVP candidate, so naturally he belongs atop this list. Halladay has everything, from Old School wins (15, tied for the league lead) to New School WAR (6.7). The latter leads the NL by a wide margin. Given Philadelphia’s dominance of the league, Halladay is the logical favorite if you’re handicapping this race.
  • Cliff Lee/Cole Hamels. There’s a pretty strong possibility that voters could place Phillies first, second and third on their NL Cy Young ballots. That depends in part on the health of Hamels, who just missed one start because of shoulder inflammation. But if Hamels comes back, he will be all but neck-and-neck with Lee: 2.62 ERA vs. 2.82, 8.11 K/9 vs. 9.25, 5.0 WAR vs. 4.9.
  • Tim Lincecum. It’s a bit easier to sell the idea that Lincecum is no longer the best pitcher in the NL West, but then again, maybe he is. He has a small edge on Kershaw in ERA and park-adjusted ERA; Kershaw’s winning on strikeout rate and WAR. I feel like I’m hearing Kershaw’s name mentioned with more vigor in the Cy Young conversation than Lincecum’s, but big September performances by the Giant righty could reverse that.
  • Ian Kennedy. Like Arizona in the pennant chase and Justin Upton in the MVP race, Kennedy is coming from behind with vigor (13-2, 2.74 ERA since April 25). With Atlanta’s Jair Jurrjens sadly hitting the skids (29 innings, 6.52 ERA since the All-Star Break), one hurdle fell out of Kennedy’s way. It seems impossible to think that he could top all the Phillies, but he’s positioned himself to be in the conversation and steal some votes from Kershaw, especially from those who value wins (he’s tied with Halladay with 15) over WAR (3.2).
  • John Axford/Craig Kimbrel. The closers for the Brewers and Braves have had fine seasons. Axford has struck out 11.0 per nine innings with a 2.31 ERA (he’s inherited only one runner all year), while Kimbrel has a 1.81 ERA and a massive 14.2 K/9 (four inherited runners, all stranded). But the starting pitching alternatives are too strong.

The list of rivals for Kershaw isn’t long: As of now, it’s just three Phillies and Lincecum, with Kennedy and Cueto lurking. But while Kemp might only need to maintain an edge in the NL MVP field – a challenge in its own right – Kershaw will have make up statistical ground on at least Halladay, while also overcoming the impression that his performance didn’t come in high-stakes contests or as challenging a circumstance (pitchers’ park, anyone?).

Kershaw is close enough that a down-the-stretch surge could put him in Trophy Town, but no matter what, he’ll need some dominoes to fall his way.

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Angus the Whoodle (also called Swheat-n-Poo) at 1 year old—"Angus is a Whoodle from North Carolina Whoodles. He's our second Whoodle, and we're totally partial, but we think Whoodles are the BEST dogs. He's not used for breeding. He's just our family pet. We absolutely adore this dog, and we think that he's a great specimen for this designer mix. In the photo that I'm submitting he's a year and one month old."

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The Whoodle is not a purebred dog. It is a cross between the Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier and the Poodle. The best way to determine the temperament of a mixed breed is to look up all breeds in the cross and know you can get any combination of any of the characteristics found in either breed. Not all of these designer hybrid dogs being bred are 50% purebred to 50% purebred. It is very common for breeders to breed multi-generation crosses.

ACHC = American Canine Hybrid Club

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American Canine Hybrid Club = Swheat-n-Poo

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Designer Breed Registry = Sweatenpoo

Teagan the Whoodle (Soft Coated Wheaten and small Standard Poodle mix.)—"This is Teagan, at about 6 months old. He has the temperament of his Poodle mom, very sweet and calm. She was bred by Diamonddoodles."

This is a Miniature Whoodle puppy bred by Diamonddoodles.

Adult Whoodle (Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier / Poodle hybrid), photo courtesy of Mountain Summit

Samuel the red Whoodle puppy at about 7 months old, photo courtesy of Mountain Summit

Dixon the Miniature Whoodle at 1 year old

Pixie, a Whoodle puppy is a rare charcoal-gray color. Photo courtesy of Mountain Summit

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My dog has black nails and I want to help him trim it when it gets long. He's the first animal I've ever had with black nails. Any tips on finding the quick/vein? I heard trimming it little by little helps.

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Trimming off just the pointed end and not back where the nail gets wider should avoid the quick.

I stopped using clippers years ago and use a Dremel tool instead. I started training them for the file with an emery board. Then I let them get used to hearing the Dremel's sound.

Once in a while the Vet cuts nails and I smooth the edges with a file. I have wood floors so I try to keep them nice....try.

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I am going to second the dremel tool. After you get the dog used to it their is less chance of causing problems by cutting off to much.

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My new Mom got a call last week that I was going to be dumped at a shelter. So off she went to get me before that could happen. I was born in a puppy mill, sold to a pet store & then sold to someone who just wasn't ready to take care of me. I never went on a walk, never got to run & just wasn't taken care of. There was lots of children but they just screamed at me so I would jump all over them. Eventually I would get locked away from everyone. Mom was really upset about all the lesions all over my body & the amount of dirt & buildup in my ears. Mom says I am really a big "klutz" because I keep running into things, I'm not real good on the stairs & I shuffle a little. I hope it's just because I am still a puppy but will probably grow into a big dog!!!! My paws & legs just don't fit my body!! Mom keeps talking about a "Snip Snip." I hope that is another new treat she is planning on giving me!! Mom was thinking about rescuing a Doodle so I hope she keeps me. I am working really hard to learn my lessons, not pee in the house & just give her the big puppy dog eyes. I'm trying not to jump ~ All I want to do is sit in her lap & give Mom kisses. Bella & Primo aren't really happy about me being around but I am working hard to win them over.

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U.S. Department of Labor announces a grant exceeding $329,000 to assist workers in Oregon affected by wood products industry layoffs

WASHINGTON — The U.S. Department of Labor today announced a $329,652 grant to assist approximately 50 workers affected by layoffs at Boise Cascade LLC in La Grande, Ore.

"Today's grant will provide the employment-related services necessary to help affected workers in Oregon find jobs in new careers and return to work as quickly as possible," said Secretary of Labor Hilda L. Solis.

The Oregon Department of Community Colleges and Workforce Development will receive the grant. All workers targeted for this grant also have been certified as eligible for Trade Adjustment Assistance (TAA). Under this grant, in addition to receiving access to dislocated worker services, all affected workers will have access to services that are not available through the TAA program. These services include skills assessment, counseling, case management, job search assistance, job placement assistance and follow-up.

On Aug. 11, 2008, Boise Cascade announced publicly that layoffs were pending at the La Grande facility. Layoffs occurred on Aug.11, 2008, and Sept. 30, 2008.

The Oregon Consortium, a private-public partnership established by business leaders and local officials to revitalize the regional economy, will administer the grant.

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Title: The black lands
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Description: The map has no linear design, and it's ubicated in a decadent place. You must activate lots of swich if you want arrive at the end. The map is harder than you may think at the begining.
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Title: Super Sound FX (for DOOM or DOOM 2)
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Description: This PWAD replaces about 80% of the DOOM sound effects. The sounds I used were taken from several dozen other SFX PWAD's including WESTSND.WAD, AODOOM.WAD, and JERKY2.WAD to name just a few. It contains many sounds from the best movie of all time "Army of Darkness," which very much reminds me of DOOM. There are also a couple of sounds from the funniest guys on the planet "The Jerky Boys." The rest of the sounds are from numerous other sources (some of which are unknown to me). The DOOM music has been replaced with the theme song from Terminator ][ (no, not "You Could Be Mine"). I think you'll agree that this is the _best_ sound WAD out there.
Credits: # the guys who originally put together all the great sound PWAD's that I stole sounds from :> # Olivier Montanuy (author of DeuTex) # Creative Labs, Inc. (for WPlay)
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