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Superhuman World 2010 is a work of fiction. The characters herein and the commentary about them should not be considered "real".
SUPERHUMAN WORLD 2010
The Rise of Cap-Macaya
March - April 2010
(signed) Wyatt Ferguson.
21 February 2010: It's rumored, Cuba has an ex-Nazi enforcer who looks like a tattooed crocodile man. He may have been bio-engineered in the 1950s. Is he still around?
28 February 2010: I find this out in Evansville, Indiana. Someone might be trying to recruit me.
The interviews specify I go on heavily-guarded military-style transport with wireless transmission disabled, to a secret destination. I agree. I have the power to instantly give my commentary throughout the world, for I have the power of the Internet! At least someone repsects my power enough to pay me not to use it.
6 March 2010: When I arrive, I learn more. Oh, joy, here I am on a secret airfield in Haiti. More specifically, South Haiti.
10 March 2010: I called Vice-President Corrigan to report a potential military situation in Haiti. I think President Obama himself answered. The VP was in the bathroom.
14 March 2010: There were some men involved in a plot in South Haiti in 1960, to use it as a staging area against Cuba. Some Eastern European women who were there are cooking dinner for us tonight; caterers are setting up the tables for them. One John Paschatta narrates; he and Gander AFB were part of the plot... In short, I found out why the Cuban Gov would like to assist this area, and the U.S. would rather they not.
15 March 2010: We're moving toward the target area. On patrol with the Army, I find why entire units come from one town. You really do work with people better if you grew up with them. We go through an organic farm where an engineering friend of mine volunteers with a Christian relief contingent. The chickens surely are fat, and the pigs are cute and fuzzy.
16 March 2010: A Chicago newscaster friend of mine (Jodi Beaudine, if you must know) is doing a video news segment from a pilot's seat at an aviation museum at Guantanamo Bay. Most U.S. military bases, current or former, have some kind of museum. And Guantanamo is now becoming famous for being close to Haiti.
18 March 2010: Back in our hometown (well, Replica Tropical Speedway-Florida filled in from the Everglades near Port St. Lucie) on a Friday night, my sister figured she could meet me at Replica Mom's favorite restautant. But the Army was patrolling, and she got lit up with targeting lasers. And I'm not even there; I couldn't make it home from South Haiti. Replica Tropical Speedway is now our staging zone, and it's classified.
19 March 2010: My cellphone's trying to navigate me to a Cuban restaurant, but I have to ask my boss where we're starting, and paint my own license plate. How about white on red?
28 March 2010: I have to backfill my diary now. This happens often, and I sometimes rewrite my diary to look like I wrote something every day that something happened. But this time I have an excuse. I was crippled.
Both my knees are out of joint. When I try to put them back in, it just hurts worse. When I try to drag myself with my arms, the right side of my chest feels like somethng might pierce my lungs. Nobody's here to help me; I see dead Ranger bodies all around me. I still have my canteen and provisions, and so do they, so I won't die of thirst or hunger. Just of neglect.
As far as I can figure, I'm in between two cliffs near Haitian Highway 2. At the bottom of this chasm, I alternate days facing up vs. on my side. Today is Frontal Sunday. Will I be around for the next one? (27 Mar)
29 March 2010: I'm being treated in private, by the "American-German Business Club". (Yes, there really is one.) Germany may or may not be interested in what I'm doing in Haiti, but at least certain business organizations give them some deniability.
10 April 2010: Despite my personal failure in bringing the rule of law to South Haiti, I'm briefly famous as a rescued American civilian. I'm on a boat for American-sanctioned R&R, playing frisbee with President Obama on the shore. He might get his feet wet. Oh, well, that's why I respect most anyone.
12 April 2010: I'm on the move again, because I am an actual American secret agent. Yes, really. Nobody takes my web journals seriously anyway, so I can pretty much go where I want. But my fiancée Judy's going with me, so she doesn't have to get Mary Mystery to invoke demonic powers or whatever to watch me any more.
15 April 2010: We see military police cordoning people in a park and telling them to take off their shoes... Folk tradition in many nations beside China will testify to foot-borne folk remedies.
16 April 2010: Judy acts as my sponsor in a women's club. The leader is okay with my flying North Korean and Somalian flags, as long as they're not US. A high school friend of mine is trying to infiltrate the club in drag. I guess he's cover for me, because I actually am infiltrating.
So, what have we learned?
The Superhuman World website now works with concepts from the Usenet group rec.arts.comics.creative. But this story does not. This is where the regular writer of the series tells everyone, "Oh, look, my regular plotline's interfering!"
After I finished writing contest and other miscellaneous entries and sorting out other stuff in my life, the main thread of Superhuman World 2010 finally reasserted itself. This story occurs around "The Opposites" which is now March 2010 #2, but that is not important to either story's plot.
This story may be found on the Web at http://www.eilertech.com/stories/2010/macaya.htm . It is loaded with hyperlinks which will greatly enhance your experience if you should wonder, for instance, how the Russians attacked North America in 2007.
All characters in this fiction and the phrase "Superhuman World 2010" are copyright © 2010 by Eiler Technical Enterprises.
(signed) Scott Eiler