FROM THE "ROAD NOTES OF MAVEN" : DAFFODIL HILL

FROM THE "ROAD NOTES OF MAVEN" : DAFFODIL HILL, a photo by mavenimagery® Officially Away... on Flickr.

FROM THE "ROAD NOTES OF MAVEN" : DAFFODIL HILL
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maven's note:mavenimagery does not guarantee this story will be appealing to everyone. This is a PROLOGUE to the TRUE story Undercover Of Darkness
Featuring: Tom. A high-tech GPS and programed by WICS TECHNOLOGY which provides advanced GPS fleet tracking with geographic boundaries with audible alarms and reports, as well as wireless GPS vehicle tracking services with multiple screens with mappoint integration and advanced asset tracking. You can connect to the Internet anywhere and by just telling Tom (voice recognition tech)

"How are we on Traffic?" I voice at Tom.
Beep!
As if I've just realized the annoying Beep! sound, “Sounds. Reset settings. Customize. Uncheck 'Alert Sound' ” I commend.
Very well, Maven. Done.
"And stop sounding so damn formal," I say. " Loose that Hot-potato-in-your-mouth-accent. What am I, a tourist with Oxford Dictionary?"
"Ay dui apologize foo de inconvenience, Maven," responds Tom, now in more deliberate-exaggerated accent. "Would you prefer Reginald accent or Received Pronunciation English? Standard English?"
"Very funny, Tom. Strangely, am not laughing, though".
“Please choose from the List of English Dialects,” continues Tom.
"Enough!"
"You sound restless, Maven. Quite on the edge. What’s wrong?"
"You my shrink now?"
"I am programmed in all technical, physical and intellectual subjects, Maven. You should know that."
"Traffic, please."
"Expect gaper’s delay, Maven,” Tom’s mechanic voice splits through AC/DC’s Highway To Hell. “An apparent gridlock in 2.8 miles on Eastbound on Highway 49, through highway 88 and the heavy radio signals indicates a possible accident.
"ED?"
"Estimate delay is thirty minutes."
"Possible Detour? Re-route?"
"Detour –Reroute is not possible within the next 3miles. The possible exit was at 2.8miles, Maven."
"You telling me..." I pose. The mild agitation suddenly trippled. "We missed the possible exit by driving 2 miles talking Queen’s and King's and Peasan'ts English?
"Exactly."
"Damn, Tom!" I curse through my teeth. I’ll make sure your chips are re-programmed, stripped off of 32-bit microprocessor brain that contains technical, physical and intellectual and other memory sensors.
That’s cruel…

Omitted:
-What happened the next 2.8 miles?
-What was the reason of the ‘gaper’s delay’ ; the gridlock?
-Meet the spine shivering ACCIDENT II and the Neo-Nazi CHP officer at the scene.
*The unpredictably hilarious…the cruel, greed, outrage and the crooked American System. True story told by Maven vividly; raw and ‘As Is’. Maven does not write for tourists, beach readers. Maven writes for hard-core devotees drawn to the wild, angry imagination on display and the taboo-busting humor. Maven has no fear of them jokers given the powerful claws of the LAW!
**The story will be posted on Flickr depending on how much interest this image and the Prologue generates.

Know Murphy's Laws, Tom?
Anything that could go wrong, it will.
My Murphy's Law, Tom.
Silence.
What, can’t read mind, Tom? Lemme, diagram it for you.
--- Never trust modern technology. Trust it only when it is old technology.
I’m at matured age
A year old? Don’t think so. A year old Gizmosapien equals 2 year of human year" or the like is a 2-3 years old human child. The second year is equivalent to about another 3 to 8 years in terms of physical and mental maturity, and each year thereafter is equivalent to only about 4 or 5 human years. Still with me, Tom?
No comments.
Wasn’t expecting one.
--- Computers are unreliable, I went on. But humans are even more unreliable. Any system which depends on human reliability is unreliable. And what’re you, Tom?
A computer.
Thanks for admitting that, Tom. Never forget where you came from or what you made of…
--- "To err is human, I went on. "But to really foul things up requires a computer. That includes you, Tom"
I got that. No need to rub it in.
Sorry. Where was I? Oh”
--- If it works in theory, it won't work in practice.
---If it works in practice it won't work in theory.
What’s our new destination, Tom?
Never trust modern technology, says Tom. Trust it only when it is old technology. And I’m still a baby. A year old baby does not have a sense of direction and therefore cannot help in directions.
Isaac Asimov wrote the Three Laws of Robotics. Law Second: A robot must obey orders given to it by human.
I’m not a Robot
"Same difference, Tom. You’re a computer and so is a Robot."
Don't patronize me, Maven
I'm not patronizing you, Tom. I'm mocking you!
One of those days, Maven?
Directions, Tom
You don’t trust computers.
"I don’t," I say. " I’ll take what I can and combine it with my own non-chipped-brains made of cells. I trust, well, somewhat, your ability to connect to a satellite. Can you do that, Tom?
After less than five seconds.
Daffodil Hills
"Known for?"
Each spring, from mid-March through mid-April, Daffodil Hill explodes with thousands of blooms.
No, flowers…and Tom, briefly.
Sure. A century of nurturing .....
Today, much of the landscape around the old homestead is covered with more than 300 named varieties of daffodils… For the last twenty years is estimated that today, Daffodil Hill is carpeted with over 300,000 bulbs—
Briefly, Tom. No history.
… The farm began as a 36-acre ranch and toll road for travelers and teamsters hauling timber. In the 1930's—
Say farm?
Yes, Maven.
Some Images, please…
Image 1: daffodil close up
Image 2: there it was; the farm

Thank you. Go…