Lenore silently descended on the clock tower in town, clearing her throat as the bustling herds of ponies below noticed her about to speak. All went quiet for several seconds as the town's ponies wait... View MoreLenore silently descended on the clock tower in town, clearing her throat as the bustling herds of ponies below noticed her about to speak. All went quiet for several seconds as the town's ponies waited with baited breath. Lenore spoke in a slightly radio static infested male voice. "The missile knows where it is at all times. It knows this because it knows where it isn't. By subtracting where it is from where it isn't, or where it isn't from where it is, whichever is greater, it obtains a difference, or deviation. The guidance subsystem uses deviations to generate corrective commands to drive the missile from a position where it is to a position where it isn't and, arriving at a position where it wasn't, it now is. Consequently, the position where it is, is now the position that it wasn't, and it follows that the position that it was is now the position that it isn't. In the event that the position that it is in is not the position that it wasn't, the system has acquired a variation; the variation being the difference between where the missile is and where it wasn't. If variation is considered to be a significant factor, it, too, may be corrected by the GEA. However, the missile must also know where it was. The missile guidance computer scenario works as follows: because a variation has modified some of the information the missile has obtained, it is not sure just where it is, however it is sure where it isn't, within reason, and it knows where it was. It now subtracts where it should be from where it wasn't, or vice versa. And by differentiating this from the algebraic sum of where it shouldn't be and where it was, it is able to obtain the deviation and its variation, which is called error."
"♫ Rows and floes of angel hair, and ice cream castles in the air; and feather canyons everywhere-- I've looked at clouds that way.
But now they only block the sun. They rain and snow on everyone. So ... View More"♫ Rows and floes of angel hair, and ice cream castles in the air; and feather canyons everywhere-- I've looked at clouds that way.
But now they only block the sun. They rain and snow on everyone. So many things I would have done, but clouds got in my way.
I've looked at clouds from both sides, now. From up and down, and still somehow it's cloud illusions I recall. I really don't know clouds at all. ♪"
Lenore sat among others in the waiting room of the doctors office. She stared off, wide eyed at the wall; her beak agape slightly.
The song 'Left Bank Two' by the Noveltones played softly in the back... View MoreLenore sat among others in the waiting room of the doctors office. She stared off, wide eyed at the wall; her beak agape slightly.
The song 'Left Bank Two' by the Noveltones played softly in the background. A nurse stepped out into the waiting room. "Lenore, I will call the police."
With that, the music stopped, and Lenore stood up and walked out. The other patients looked up from their magazines and such with bewilderment.
"Lying is okay. Little white lies that don't hurt anyone are actually encouraged."
"♪ Dogwood blossoms float against the ice encrusted creek bank. A tender blade of new green grass is bravely pushing upward through the melting snow.
The spring breathes ruffles through my hair and wh... View More"♪ Dogwood blossoms float against the ice encrusted creek bank. A tender blade of new green grass is bravely pushing upward through the melting snow.
The spring breathes ruffles through my hair and whispers softly everywhere, telling secrets in my eyes. Search the countryside for your hello!
The seasons come, the seasons go~ ♫"
Lenore sang sweetly to you as you walk down the street. Oddly enough, she was following you.
" ♫ Lightning darts among the pines, caught in a summer rainstorm. Soaking wet I look upon the new plowed earth with rivulets between each row.
I almost feel you next to me, and it stirs a memory that hangs suspended with a sigh; and gently weaves its way through my bedroom window...
The seasons come, the seasons go~ ♪"
The nearly all black gryphon kept in pace with you for a time before spreading her wings to take off, by then she was hovering and circling low over you.
" ♪ See the grain laid scattered in a trail that leads to nowhere. The rustling leaves beneath my feet swirl in a colorful kaleidoscope. A thousand spans of outstretched wings circle briefly, hovering, and they swiftly fly away, leaving me to stay and face December snow.
The seasons come, the seasons go~ ♫"
The gryphon landed in front of you and began to walk backwards, an upturned hat held in her beak. Somehow, she was still singing...and was that the sound of a tambourine?
"♫ Ice encases blades of grass, encouraging the wind to pass and in the frosty morning sun a field of diamonds beckon, waving to and fro. I stare into the fire a while, think of you, my love, and smile; wishing you were here with me, sharing the security I know...
The seasons come, the seasons go~ ♪"
At the conclusion of the song, she dropped the hat in front of you with a smug smile, allowing the bits inside to jingle ominously.
"♫ Oh, the falcon was a pretty bird, wandered as she flew.
She danced around and pranced around wherever the warm winds blew.
And the falcon was a pretty bird. Her voice was always still,
But men with... View More"♫ Oh, the falcon was a pretty bird, wandered as she flew.
She danced around and pranced around wherever the warm winds blew.
And the falcon was a pretty bird. Her voice was always still,
But men with drums and men with guns; they taught her how to kill.
Her eye was on the sparrow. Her mind was on the dove,
But no one cared, and no one dared to speak to her of love.
Her eyes are always hooded. Her claws are sharp as steel.
We teach her not to see too much. We teach her not to feel.
Go build you a log cabin on a mountain so high,
And hear the feathered war-birds yell as she goes screaming by.
She'll tease you. She'll please you. She'll satisfy your needs,
But someday she might turn around and maul the hand that feeds.
Your hours might be numbered. Your end might come someday.
Go break her chain and free her brain and send her on her way.
And the falcon is a pretty bird, wonders as she flies.
She asks us easy questions. We tell her easy lies. ♫"
Sorry if my rare lore posts are intercut with song lyrics. Thats just how I roll.
(I'm not sorry.)
Lenore is now the size of a sparrow. A tiny desk gryphon. This is canon now. (It's not canon.)
Lenore was seated on her haunches. Her tail flicked and snaked anxiously as she looked on, beak agape and amazed at the bright yellow stick she held in her talons. She would turn it over from end to e... View MoreLenore was seated on her haunches. Her tail flicked and snaked anxiously as she looked on, beak agape and amazed at the bright yellow stick she held in her talons. She would turn it over from end to end, each time causing it to make a familiar sound.
'OooOOOAAAO. AaaooooooeeeEE. OooooOOOAAAO. AaaaaaaoooEEE.'
The gryphon continued this without interruption for about 15 minutes now.
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