Harold von Drehle
@haroldvondrehle.bsky.social
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Wonderful and wonder-filled!
December 2, 2025 at 6:26 PM
Wonderful and wonder-filled!
My gosh, how true!
December 2, 2025 at 4:03 PM
My gosh, how true!
(6/6) Eve smiled at the memories set free by the little one who whirred and beeped, perched on her fingers. Ringo cast a tiny light across Eve's painting. She thought and she thought. And she realized her heart grew as she created, and she wondered if that energy could be channeled into real change.
December 2, 2025 at 3:32 AM
(6/6) Eve smiled at the memories set free by the little one who whirred and beeped, perched on her fingers. Ringo cast a tiny light across Eve's painting. She thought and she thought. And she realized her heart grew as she created, and she wondered if that energy could be channeled into real change.
(5/...) What had appeared to be a scarab brooch about one inch round flew towards Eve, as she held out two fingers together. The flight of the beetle was wobbly, but it did land with a clickity noise on Eve. This was a recon and report video "bug" that was used in Egypt in 1971. His name was Ringo.
December 2, 2025 at 2:59 AM
(5/...) What had appeared to be a scarab brooch about one inch round flew towards Eve, as she held out two fingers together. The flight of the beetle was wobbly, but it did land with a clickity noise on Eve. This was a recon and report video "bug" that was used in Egypt in 1971. His name was Ringo.
(4/...) In other lives, Eve had known the fear of the chase and the rush of the pursuit, the victories, the folly's, the failures. She recalled an adventure with #Blue from forty four years ago, and whistled softly. From on top of a cabinet there was a hum, and the sparkle of tiny wings aflutter.
December 2, 2025 at 2:50 AM
(4/...) In other lives, Eve had known the fear of the chase and the rush of the pursuit, the victories, the folly's, the failures. She recalled an adventure with #Blue from forty four years ago, and whistled softly. From on top of a cabinet there was a hum, and the sparkle of tiny wings aflutter.
(3/...) The cold air of Ocean ruffled the thin curtains. Eve drank it in, felt the energy of the waves, the vastness of the waters, the calming of her soul. She ran her fingers along the easel, squinting at the painting begun on the canvas, the flow of the colors, the mysteries yet to be revealed.
December 2, 2025 at 2:44 AM
(3/...) The cold air of Ocean ruffled the thin curtains. Eve drank it in, felt the energy of the waves, the vastness of the waters, the calming of her soul. She ran her fingers along the easel, squinting at the painting begun on the canvas, the flow of the colors, the mysteries yet to be revealed.
(2/...) The metal, a shade lighter than his other arm, was cool, but Eve knew the warmth of his heart. She eased her achy bones off of the specially reinforced sofa the two shared, glimpsed the conversations begin to bubble up among the others, and walked down the short hall, and into her studio.
December 2, 2025 at 2:34 AM
(2/...) The metal, a shade lighter than his other arm, was cool, but Eve knew the warmth of his heart. She eased her achy bones off of the specially reinforced sofa the two shared, glimpsed the conversations begin to bubble up among the others, and walked down the short hall, and into her studio.
(1/...) Eve looked into #Blue's metallic eyes. The woman and robot couple silently shared their sense of gravitas, of the weight of this moment in Time. They had seen other pivot points, through their linear lives, and via timeskipping to steady the roiling seas of history. Eve touched #Blue's arm.
December 2, 2025 at 2:20 AM
A little boy was sitting in front of Eve's TV, where a US attack on a Venezuelan boat was being replayed, with the flash of the explosion. "Neato!" said the child. "Blast 'em!"
"Tommy!" said his mother, going to him. She knelt, and gently stroked his blond hair. "They're people," she whispered.
"Tommy!" said his mother, going to him. She knelt, and gently stroked his blond hair. "They're people," she whispered.
December 1, 2025 at 4:40 AM
A little boy was sitting in front of Eve's TV, where a US attack on a Venezuelan boat was being replayed, with the flash of the explosion. "Neato!" said the child. "Blast 'em!"
"Tommy!" said his mother, going to him. She knelt, and gently stroked his blond hair. "They're people," she whispered.
"Tommy!" said his mother, going to him. She knelt, and gently stroked his blond hair. "They're people," she whispered.
Oh, and the year is right now. So if we want to refer to any current events, we can.
November 30, 2025 at 10:31 PM
Oh, and the year is right now. So if we want to refer to any current events, we can.
Ah, the twists and turns of...
Harold's Brain.
The young woman is just an average person from 1968, unrelated to anyone in the story. I did at one point consider that she may become very conservative in her later years. This is her before the shock of Martin and Bobby. Her hope may fade in time.
Harold's Brain.
The young woman is just an average person from 1968, unrelated to anyone in the story. I did at one point consider that she may become very conservative in her later years. This is her before the shock of Martin and Bobby. Her hope may fade in time.
November 30, 2025 at 10:29 PM
Ah, the twists and turns of...
Harold's Brain.
The young woman is just an average person from 1968, unrelated to anyone in the story. I did at one point consider that she may become very conservative in her later years. This is her before the shock of Martin and Bobby. Her hope may fade in time.
Harold's Brain.
The young woman is just an average person from 1968, unrelated to anyone in the story. I did at one point consider that she may become very conservative in her later years. This is her before the shock of Martin and Bobby. Her hope may fade in time.
That's fine, of course. 🙂
November 30, 2025 at 10:25 PM
That's fine, of course. 🙂