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Jolan's Path - Chapter 150
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Chapter 150
Life begins with a soul, faith begins with redemption.
Look to He that gives it, life's validation shall there be found.
We walk that path, we walk that life.
He awaits all of us at the end.
beginning introduction to Path of Life, written by Jolan Dragos.
Reverend Francis Albright sat in silence, his eyes scanning the large receiving hall he sat in.
It was as large as his own orphanage's cafeteria back home.
His tired eyes took in the grandeur and opulence of the spacious room.
He sat alone, two guards at the far end of the hall standing in stone silence, one on each side of a large wooden door.
On the other end of the hall close to the Reverend stood two other guards, one on each side of that entrance's door, through which Reverend Francis had entered, led by another man of faith.
He sat in silence, a book clasped in his old weather-beaten hands.
The man wore his cleanest clothes of faith, finding their simplicity out of place here.
He sighed, staring down at the book, his mind on all that had happened to him in the last week.
He'd rushed out and purchased this book the day after Jolan had left his orphanage.
His mind thought on the young man who'd totally changed his world.
The lost hope and untainted dreams he'd carried throughout his life were about to bear fruit.
He smiled, remembering the dawning of the truth in the grey eyes that he'd become lost in.
Their discussion had been one of soul-moving revelation, the man's faith shattered.
And in less than an hour Jolan Dragos had rebuilt that faith, the parish minister's soul filled with purpose and life.
He smiled again, the door on the far end of the room opening, the man who'd led him into the room coming through the doorway, closing the door behind him, looking towards him.
"Please come forward, Reverend Albright. He shall see you immediately." the man said, his face wearing a look of confusion and intrigue.
Reverend Francis stood up, walking up to the man.
"Thank you, your eminence." he said, the man nodding.
"It is not often a parish minister visits him, and is allowed
to speak to him. What with you being outside our faith, an interesting fact also. I am intrigued by your coming here. What do
you seek from him?"
The minister stared at the other man of faith, their eyes both guarded.
"Faith, your eminence. That and salvation. We all walk towards redemption."
The man nodded, leading the minister to the wooden door.
"I shall return soon with refreshments. He requested
Reverend Francis nodded, seeing a soft look of anger on the man's face, sensing he didn't like being excluded from this meeting.
"Thank you, your eminence."
"Go with God." the man said, opening the wooden door, Reverend Francis walking forward, the man closing the door behind him after the minister entered the room.
Reverend Francis' eyes meet two small eyes of blue, a man clothed in white seated behind a large ornate desk on the far side of the rather large office.
"Welcome to Rome, Reverend Francis." the man said, rising from his seat, walking around the desk, walking up to him, extending his hand.
Reverend Francis bowed shortly, taking the man's hand.
"Blessings upon you, Your Holiness."
Pope Benedict XVI smiled, the smaller statured man softly bowing as well, their hands still clasped.
"Blessings upon you as well, Francis."
The minister smiled.
"It has been a long time, Joseph. . .I mean, Your Holiness."
The man laughed lightly, his smile warm and open, the two joining in an embrace of friendship.
"Come, Francis. We are long of friendship and trust. I have always been only Joseph to you."
The minister smiled, the older man smiling as well.
"It is unprecedented that one of us seven should rise to so high a rank in the religious faith." he said, the older man smiling.
"I go where God sends me, Francis."
"But into the Shoes of the Fisherman, Joseph? The six of us were totally awed by your acclamation."
"He chooses the path of all of us. Of we seven, three of us rose to faithful heights, four to their own devotion, yourself included. What brings you to Rome, Francis? It must be urgent for you to instigate a meeting in so public a place. You know of our oath."
"As you just said Joseph, he chooses the path for all of us. I have important news."
The pontiff nodded, offering his old friend a chair, the minister sitting down in front of the desk, the pontiff returning to his ornate seat behind it.
A knock came to the door, the pontiff bidding enter, the man who'd let Reverend Francis into the room appearing again.
"Sister Athena has tea ready, Your Holiness." the man said, the pontiff nodding, a nun walking into the room with a tray, Reverend Francis looking at the man wearing a red cardinal's cassock, a red zucchetto cap on his head .
"This is my Camerlengo, Cardinal Giuseppe Giovanni. He also replaced me as the Dean of the College of Cardinals. He is one of my closest confidants and guides. His name means Joseph, he who is merciful." the pontiff said, smiling at the younger man, although the man was in his early sixties.
The cardinal smiled, bowing, Reverend Francis bowing from his seat.
"You are the merciful one, Holy Father."
The pontiff smiled at his assistant, Reverend Francis taking in their friendship.
"Reverend Francis Albright is a dear old friend, Giuseppe. We weathered many moments of faith together." the pontiff said, Francis smiling at his old friend.
"It is an honour to meet he who has walked beside His Holiness on his journey of faith."
"We haven't walked together for ages, my friend. Long have been our separate paths." the pontiff said, Reverend Francis nodding at him.
The nun sat the tea tray down, bowing to the pontiff, smiling and leaving the room.
"Something else, Giuseppe?" the pontiff said, the cardinal shaking his head no.
"Then we shall continue our talk of the past, Reverend Francis. You may leave, Giuseppe." the pontiff said, the cardinal bowing and taking a glance at Reverend Francis, slowly leaving the room again.
Reverend Francis watched the man leaving, the pontiff lifting the teapot in front of him.
"Even the faithful vessels of the Holy City have enquiring minds, my friend. He wonders as well at your appearance." he said, Reverend Francis taking the offered cup of tea the pontiff handed him, the pope pouring one for himself.
"And your answer to my question, Francis? I am sure it is not just a visit of friendship." he said, resting back in his chair.
Francis set his cup down, lifting the book up that was still in his hand, handing it to the Holy Father.
The pontiff took it, looking at it.
"A novel, Francis? You flew for six hours to bring me reading material? It isn't my usual flavour." he smiled, staring at the book's cover, reading the title and the author's name, that bringing a widening surprise to his eyes, his teacup dropping to its saucer.
"It is not the book that is of importance, Joseph. It is the man who wrote it and the signum he left within it."
The pope's eyes met his friend's, the two locked in intrigue.
"A sign, Francis? He. . .he left the sign to our devotion?"
"Read the opening words, Joseph. It will flood your
soul with truth."
The pontiff stared at his old friend for a moment, opening the book slowly and finding the first page of the story.
He quickly read the opening stanza, his eyes widening with shock.
"No. . .no it. . .it cannot be?!" he gasped, Reverend Francis seeing the color go out of his face.
"I stared into the eyes of destiny, Joseph. The vision of Veri Amoris comes."
The pontiff's eyes filled with tears, Reverend Francis rising and walking around the desk, his hand going to the older man's shoulder.
"Never. . .never in my long life of religious servitude--of religious knowledge and scholarly reasoning--have I found an iota of its truth. I had almost given up on our dreams." he softly said, looking at the page before him.
"We have awoken from the dream, reality now before us. The words mark him as life, as love and destiny. So he says, so he gives, and so he walks. His own words, Joseph." Reverend Francis said, the older man looking up at him.
"You have. . .?"
"I have seen the soul of life, Holy Father. I. . .I have seen the four sides of his worth. Our lives have vindication. Our faiths now have life."
"He. . .he verified it?"
"I saw the sun and its radiating love, Joseph. Destiny's paths are beginning, some already fulfilled."
The man nodded, pulling out a handkerchief from his robe, wiping his eyes.
"Finish your tea, Francis. It shall cool."
Reverend Francis smiled, then laughed.
"Nothing fazes you, Joseph. Even our own
revealing destinies. Always intellectual and
calm. You shall be a great pope."
The man smiled, Reverend Francis sitting down again.
"You venture forth as the Enlightener,
Francis. The other five. . .no knowledge given to them yet?"
"I leave this evening for Moscow, Joseph. Kirill is the next on my list. The other four over the next three days."
"Our Russian friend of faith will be deeply moved. He always was the most emotional of us seven."
Reverend Francis nodded, remembering his friend Patriarch Kirill, the head of the Russian Orthodox Church.
"You are on a pilgrimage of enlightenment, Francis. We never thought--but prayed--this day would come."
Francis nodded again, looking into the eyes of his old friend of faith.
"How did he. . .he knows all?"
"He knows all, Joseph. And he gives all. It was he
who blessed my diocese with our good fortune."
"I heard of your increase of riches, Francis. No one more deservedly so. I know you shall give with faith and generosity. It was his doing?"
"Yes, the boy is amazing in his giving love and his
own truth. You are intelligent enough to assume his heritage."
"Dragosan as his name alludes."
"He is the grandson of Vilos."
The pontiff's eyes widened.
"All paths are aligned, the signs are shown. When
and where shall it happen?"
"In less than two weeks. The signal is given, the Announcement of Divination must be given by all seven."
"You being the first to feel his love, you warrant its opening greatness. I shall announce second."
Reverend Francis lowered his head, then raised it, his eyes filled with tears.
"Our lives shall never be the same, Joseph. We walk
onward to the dawn of a new age."
"Faith leads us forward, my friend. Faith and destiny."
The minister nodded, their eyes meeting again.
"How did he discover us, Francis?"
"He said his grandfather wrote the guiding truth in a journal. Jolan destroyed the journal himself, our secret alone in his heart now."
The man nodded, softly sighing.
"As the duces septum I must demand a meeting of us seven. We seven have much to discuss before the announcement. Will he come to us before?"
"No, Joseph. He said he warrants no giving of accolades, no worship of worthiness. It is as if he's love itself."
The pontiff nodded, folding his hands in front of him.
"We are the Septum Lucis. We shall light
their way. I shall abide by my faith and my responsibilities, as one of the
seven and as the head of my church of God's worship."
"I am only a parish minister, a beacon of hope for my own small part of this world. But the light of life burns in me, as it always has. I shall proclaim the light." Reverend Francis said.
"We are all beacons of hope, Francis."
The Reverend smiled, Joseph smiling as well, his face now flushed with calm happiness.
"Giuseppe! Come here!"
The door of the papal office opened, the cardinal walking into the room, Reverend Francis and Pope Benedict XVI standing.
"Go with God's faith, and our love, Francis." the pope said, smiling, Reverend Francis shaking his hand again, the pontiff pulling him into a tender hug of friendship.
"Peace be with all of us, Joseph. Love radiates in our hearts."
The minister smiled at the cardinal as the two separated, the Reverend walking out of the room, another priest waiting at the door to guide him out of the Vatican.
Cardinal Giovanni looked at the pontiff, the man smiling.
"Inform all the cardinals, Giuseppe. In one week we hold a Consilium Fidem."
The cardinal's eyes widened, the older man smiling a large smile, his face actually radiating happiness, the cardinal never having seen the man looking so calm and rejuvenated.
"The servants of faith and the darkness of life are about to have their eyes filled with sunshine, my friend. It begins."
"What. . .what do you mean, Your Holiness? A
Meeting of Faith?"
"Faith is being rejuvenated, Cardinal Giovanni. I shall proclaim it and its truth."
The pontiff smiled, his left hand going to the cross hanging from his neck.
"Sol lucet omnibus, Giuseppe. The sun shines for all of us."
Jolan stretched, sitting down on the patio steps, looking around the backyard.
The early morning rays of the sun were rising above the gazebo, Jolan smiling, sipping his cup of coffee.
The three of his soul were sound asleep upstairs, wrapped in each other's arms.
Jolan had had to unravel himself from their chosen center, the man surrounded by their love.
He'd checked on the boys, both sleeping as well, Spartacus raising his head when Jolan entered the room softly.
The dog rose from his bed, Jolan petting his head.
The dog had followed Jolan out of the room, Jolan going downstairs and making coffee in the kitchen.
He'd laid out the dog's food, Spartacus diving into his morning meal.
Here Jolan now sat alone, taking in the quiet solitude, the hour only being six-thirty.
He heard soft padding behind him, a soft nose nudging his neck.
He extended his arm, wrapping it around Spartacus' neck, setting his coffee down.
"Old times, my loving friend. Our mornings of quiet
embrace beginning again."
The dog softly whimpered, its head laying down in Jolan's lap, the young man stroking its head and back.
Jolan smiled, reliving their love in his heart and soul.
His mind thought of the three upstairs and his claiming all three last night.
Chace had been the first, his need as usual the greatest and most passionate.
Josh had been second, Justin holding Chace in his afterglow of love.
Josh's passion was more calm, more experienced and loving.
Jolan had always found a tenderness in the older man's desires, a need to please Jolan in deeply moving ways.
Last night Jolan had done that to his Joshua, the older man's heart filled with his wolfen love, his body devoured of its desires.
Jolan's Justin had been the last, Josh and Chace wrapped in each other's love, Chace's needs for his love now ignited.
Jolan had made love to his Justin, his needful, beautiful eroticism greater in need and want.
Justin's truth last night had awakened their passion in a new way.
They were soulmates, had always been destined to be soulmates, Era's guidance Jolan's destiny.
Jolan smiled, remembering the need in Justin's soul for his Wolfy's beauty and hunger.
He'd feasted on him, devouring all of his giving love.
Justin had fallen asleep in his Wolfy's arms, Jolan's human beauty returning to its masculine self.
The three had closed in around him, Jolan lost in their warmth and giving love.
He stroked the dog's soft fur, a soft growl of happiness coming from the beast.
"We're home, Sparty. We've so much love now. And we
give so much love."
The dog raised its head, licking Jolan's cheek, Jolan smiling and looking into its golden eyes.
He saw the depth of the dog's love in those pools of giving light.
Jolan continued to stare into its eyes, the dog barking, Jolan seeing a soft glow begin deep in their depths.
The glow increased, Jolan's eyes lost in its dawning light.
In an instant Jolan was consumed by it, the man disappearing into its brightness.
The light extinguished immediately, the dog barking again, looking around the backyard.
Spartacus sat alone, his master gone.
Jolan stood upon the soft sand, his toes sunken into its warmth.
He eyes went forward, and sideways, the stone walls surrounding him somewhat familiar, as was the soft light in the distant entrance in front of him, torches lining the walls of the hall he stood in.
He sensed his surroundings, knowing where he was.
"Alone in the tunnel to his egotism, forward lies his chamber." he softly said, Jolan walking forward.
He walked down the stone hall, walking out into the main room where he'd once appeared with Queen Alveena.
Her son's throne room, his hall of greatness, his Chamber of Ascendancy as she'd called it.
Jolan stood deep within the palace of Bolta Cerului.
Jolan's grey eyes took in the four stone tablets that hung on each of the four walls, their words sunken into his mind and soul.
Words he now realized had borne reality, his path after their knowledge gaining him answers to their mystery.
He walked up to the first he'd read before, seeing the dust had once again claimed it.
"Why have I returned here, pulled here by my dog's love?" he said to himself, a voice in the silence answering him.
Jolan turned, staring into two loving, youthful grey eyes.
"Because his love is a part of this, as is yours."
Jolan stared at the man, the man's face covered in a soft smile that accentuated his beauty.
"For someone who said our meeting was finished, you keep reappearing, Era. Are you bored?"
The young man laughed, Jolan staring at his beauty.
"I have walked for eons, my friend. Life gives no boredom when its beauty is lived."
"Riddles as always. Why am I here, Era? And how exactly did I get here?"
The man smiled, his hand motioning to the bench beside him.
Jolan walked over, the two sitting down together.
Jolan stared up at the large statue before him, the sculpture's back to them.
"How great is a throne room when the nation of assembled worship is gone? Dust marks it as forgotten." Era said, Jolan staring at him as he looked up at the statue as well.
"You are here by the drawing of my love, Jolan. I'm
sure you and your loved ones have wondered of the beauty of Spartacus' returned
"He died, Era. I saw the deadness of his eyes before me in the middle of that torturous night of my defilement." Jolan said, Era's arm going around him.
"His soul never died, Jolan. The magic of his love never died." he said, Jolan staring at him.
"Love continues, Jolan. You, most of all, should realize that. You have seen and felt your grandfather's, your grandmother's and your great-grandmother's love."
"All three were deep of love, their beautiful souls indeed so loving and living." Jolan smiled, their eyes meeting.
"And what of your love, Erasmus? I have felt it as well."
The man's eyes showed a wetness that surprised Jolan, the man's head lowering a bit.
"I am sorry, Jolan. I am sorry for what I have done."
Jolan's hand went to the man's knee, Jolan feeling the strength and hardness of the man's leg.
"Your guiding my Justin to me wasn't anything you
should apologize for, Era. In fact, I should thank you. His love completes me,
his love fills me."
The man's eyes raised, Jolan seeing a depth of longing there.
"What does it feel like, Jolan? To have that love forever so deeply entrenched in your soul?"
Jolan stared at the young man, a sudden clarity filling his mind.
He stood up, his grey eyes staring down into two tearing pools of greyness.
"Oh, God! I just realized it! I just felt it!"
The man's head lowered, Jolan pulling him up to his feet, the two staring at each other.
"You. . .you are lost! Your love is lost!" Jolan said, pulling the man against him.
Jolan felt a physicality to the man's presence, more so than he'd felt with Alveena's vision.
The young man physically trembled in Jolan's arms, Jolan sensing him on the verge of outright emotion.
"Oh, Erasmus! I didn't know! I didn't connect the
pieces till now!"
The man broke free of Jolan's grasp, moving away from him.
Jolan stared at him, the two separated by a few feet.
"You know nothing of what destiny does, Jolan. I
have felt the enormous burden of it."
Jolan moved forward, the young man staring at him as Jolan stopped in front of him again.
"Destiny guides us all to love, Erasmus. To
forgiveness, love and hope."
"Love is lost to me, Jolan. It is something I have lost forever. I can never forgive myself for that."
"You are wrong, my young friend."
The man's eyes met Jolan's, Jolan moving forward, pulling him into his arms, their lips meeting.
The room immediately filled with a blinding brightness, the intensity of their connection flowing through both.
Erasmus pulled back, overcome by what he'd suddenly felt, his grey softly glowing eyes staring at the young man staring back at him.
"It has been eons, Erasmus. It is the feeling that
you've long been denied. Your quest is over. And I finally realize mine is as
well. I have found what I need. You have
guided me to its light. I know what I must do, what I must make right."
"Jolan. . .I. . .I didn't want you to know!"
"I am here, Era. My friendship and love is here. I am the hope you need. Take from me what you have longed for. I can give you what you have lost."
Jolan moved, pulling his shirt over his head, his smooth taut muscular chest on full display.
Era stared at his beauty, Jolan softly smiling at him.
"My love is here for you, lost one. My hope and love."
The young man was in tears, Era staring at all of his beauty.
The young man stared, his soul fighting with the truth before him.
"You have watched me with the three of them. I see the longing in your eyes for what you have witnessed. You were there last night, weren't you?"
Erasmus softly nodded, Jolan smiling at him.
"I know what you are, Erasmus. I have puzzled out the riddle. The sun shines for you as well." Jolan said, Erasmus' eyes going to Jolan's smooth torso.
The golden sun emblazoned upon Jolan's stomach beckoned to him, the young man slowly moving forward.
Jolan remained still as the man's arms wrapped around him, their lips meeting again.
Jolan felt the need within him, the man's hands--then lips--beginning to move.
Jolan stared at him as the young man moved back, their eyes locked together.
"Jolan. . .I. . ."
Jolan smiled, staring at the truth now shining before him.
"To look forward is to look back. From the past love
bursts forth, the future a guarantee of hope."
The young man cried, the two joining, becoming lost in the love enveloping them.
The light of total love that surrounded them sent Era into happiness, his eyes looking upwards towards the heavens, his face showing complete love.
Josh scratched his chest, the man walking out onto the patio, wearing only boxer shorts.
Spartacus barked at him, the dog rising from its waiting stance.
"Morning, Sparty! Your barking awoke me, bud. Where's our Jolan?" he said, patting the dog's head, the dog softy panting.
Josh's eyes saw the empty coffee cup on the patio floor by the steps, knowing Jolan had sat there.
Josh stretched, his smooth body feeling the after-effects of their night of passion, a contented feeling of well-used limbs.
His center felt a warmth of loving use, his thoughts on Jolan's then Chace's deep needs.
His lips had been kissed till they'd swollen by Justin, as the other two had taken him to their center of love.
He smiled, remembering the sensuality and passion of their new beast of love.
"Jo? Where are you?" he shouted, his eyes searching the backyard, no sign of him anywhere.
"Where's he snuck off to, Sparty?" Josh said, the dog barking again, its large golden eyes staring at him.
Josh stared at the dog sensing the dog's happiness.
"You're a ball of happiness this morning, Sparty. Why aren't you upstairs with the boys?"
The dog barked, moving and scratching at the patio door that Josh had closed, Josh walking to it, opening it, the dog heading into the house, Josh following.
Josh walked through the kitchen, then the living room, watching the dog head upstairs, knowing he was heading for the boys' room.
Josh found Jolan nowhere downstairs, the man walking upstairs as well, looking into the bedroom, seeing Chace and Justin spooned together, both sound asleep.
Josh walked over to the boys' room, peeking in, seeing both sound asleep, Spartacus on his bed, his golden eyes looking towards the door.
"Keep them safe, Sparty." Josh softly whispered, the dog's head lowering, Josh smiling as he quietly backed out of the room.
Josh thought for a moment, walking back downstairs, walking back out onto the patio, sitting down on the steps, his hand going to the empty coffee cup.
It still felt warm in his hands, Josh sensing Jolan hadn't been missing long.
His eyes scanned the backyard again, Josh standing up and walking towards the pool.
His heart felt a sense of dread, his eyes scanning the whole pool.
Nothing nor no one was in the pool, Josh's breath relaxing.
He suddenly thought he'd heard something, like a swoosh of wind, or a sudden intake of breath.
Suddenly two warm arms wrapped around him, two lips going to his neck.
Josh began to turn, the man behind him pulling him close as he did.
Two lips met his, Josh lost in the depth of love flowing from them.
The two kissed deeply, Josh lost in the love consuming him.
The two sets of lips finally broke, Josh's blue eyes opening, staring into two grey orbs of deep love.
Josh thought he saw a sparkle of whiteness in those grey eyes' centers, Jolan smiling at him.
"Jo! You. . .you're back! Wow. . .that was. . .wow!" he stuttered, the man in front of him smiling, their bodies wrapped together.
"Wow indeed, my Joshua." he softly said, Josh staring at him.
"I. . .I couldn't find you, Jo. Where were you?"
Jolan smiled, his hands going downward, both attaching to two warm globes of hardness, Jolan pulling Josh closer.
"I was lost in the light of love, Joshua."
Josh looked surprised, staring at the man holding him.
One of Jolan's hands moved, slinking under the waistband of Josh's boxers, Josh feeling Jolan's fingers moving down the crack of his ass.
"Jo. . .what. . .what do you mean?"
Jolan smiled, his lips going to Josh's left earlobe, taking it into his mouth, Jolan sucking on it.
Josh softly moaned, Jolan's fingers deepening their search towards Josh's center.
Josh gasped when they found their mark.
Jolan bit on the earlobe, Josh gasping again, Jolan's other hand going to the front of Josh's boxers, entering the opening there, grasping onto Josh's flaccid--but growing--shaft.
"Oh, Jo! You. . .you know what that does to me." Josh moaned, Jolan releasing his earlobe, their lips meeting again.
In an instant Jolan's hands moved, Josh's boxers moving as well, falling down his legs, Jolan's body lowering.
Josh gasped at the sudden movement of Jolan's mouth latching onto his rising cock, the shaft disappearing into Jolan's mouth.
Jolan's hands were pulling Josh towards him, Josh moaning as Jolan took all of him in.
Josh's hands found Jolan's shoulders, the young man's skill heightening Josh's rising desires.
"Oh God, Jo! You are fantastic!" he moaned, Jolan not stopping his motions, the young man devouring Josh's hardness.
Within moments Josh felt the tide of his orgasm surging, Jolan's fingers again at Josh's center, one rubbing its heat.
Josh gasped then yelled out Jolan's name, his orgasm erupting, Jolan taking in all of it, its creaminess flooding his mouth, the young man swallowing all of the offered love.
Josh was shaking, his legs trembling, feeling like they were letting go.
Jolan pulled off Josh's center, rising upwards, lifting the man into his arms, Josh staring at him.
Jolan's lips moved forward, Josh lost in the deep kiss the man gave him, his love surrounding the man in his arms.
Their lips broke, Josh staring into Jolan's smiling face.
"The breakfast of life." he smiled, Josh smiling softly.
"That. . .that was amazing, Jo." he softly said, Jolan smiling and sensing Josh's afterglow emotions.
"I love you, Josh. Here in my arms and in my soul."
Josh smiled, Jolan grinning.
"I love you even more wet."
Jolan moved, Josh gasping as he suddenly realized what Jolan was doing.
"No, Jo!" he screamed, Jolan diving into the pool, Josh in his arms going with him.
Justin stretched, scratching his left nipple, a set of arms wrapped around his waist, two lips kissing his neck.
"Our loves are in the pool, Chace. And they're naked. Well Josh is anyway." he said, looking down from the balcony, Josh and Jolan waving up at him.
"They are wet with beauty." Chace said, looking down
as well, his arms around Justin's naked form, Chace naked as well.
Justin had awakened first, walking out onto the balcony, feeling the warmth of the early morning sun.
Chace had awakened at Justin's leaving the bed, the young man finding himself alone.
He'd walked out onto the balcony as well, wrapping his arms around Justin's nude form.
"How about a naked swim, Jus? The kids must still be asleep or our Joshy wouldn't be naked." Chace smiled, rubbing his center against Justin's naked ass, Justin feeling the younger man's morning desires.
"Sounds like fun. You go ahead, I'll check on the
kids. Keep a piece of that wet ass for me."
Chace laughed, pushing against Justin, Justin moaning softly.
"Your wet ass is mine first, Timberlake."
Justin smiled, Chace walking back into the bedroom.
Justin looked down at Jolan, the young man pulling himself up out of the pool on its ladder, his taut smooth muscular body of full display, Justin smiling softly.
"Mine forever, my vision of love." he said, walking back into the bedroom.
Jolan smiled, towelling the water off his body, Josh smiling from the pool's edge, swimming in the water, its warmth feeling so good against his naked body.
"I haven't returned the love, my Jo."
Jolan smiled at him, leaning down and kneeling in front of him.
"Another of love comes, Joshua. Let his love be
Josh smiled, his eyes taking in the running vision crossing the patio.
Chace was running across the grass, his smooth naked form diving into the pool's deep end.
"His love is all yours, Joshy. We both saw the
swaying need."
Josh laughed, the man swimming across the pool, his wet husband swimming towards him.
Jolan smiled, standing up and seeing the two join in the pool's center, their arms and lips joining.
"Enjoy the love, my angels. I'll start breakfast."
The two were oblivious to Jolan's words, the young man smiling and walking into the house.
Jolan began to pull out the frying pan from the lower cupboard, two arms wrapping around him as he stood up.
He felt the nakedness of the man embracing him, two lips licking at his earlobe.
Jolan smiled, turning around, those lips meeting his.
Both felt the deep love flowing into them, Jolan's eyes opening as their lips parted, Justin's blue eyes staring into his grey.
"Wow, Jo! That was intense! It felt like your love's doubled!"
Jolan smiled, kissing Justin's lips softly.
"It's doubled and divided in five, my love. My love for the five of my heart."
Justin smiled, looking out the kitchen window, seeing their soulmates in the pool.
"Our angels began without us." he said, Jolan's hands resting on Justin's naked ass cheeks.
"Their love needed a special moment separate from
ours. Our new life begins, Jus. Our life with them."
Justin smiled, kissing Jolan again.
"Shall we have a special moment ourselves, my angel?
I'm dressed for the part."
Jolan laughed, his eyes scanning up and down Justin's naked body.
A voice came into his head, Jolan smiling.
"No chance, my angel. The masters of the house are awake. How about you go up and shower with the kids? That'll give the other two slaves time to finish their love."
Justin sighed, Jolan holding him as he snuggled against him.
"You owe me a moment of special love, Jo."
Jolan smiled, kissing his cheek.
"New beds arrive today, Jus. Who do you think is
going to be in mine tonight?"
Justin smiling, seeing the real love in Jolan's eyes for only him.
"Can't wait, my love."
"Neither can the kids. Get cracking!"
Justin laughed, walking out of the kitchen, Jolan's eyes on his beautiful naked butt.
Jolan sighed, his eyes moving to the window, seeing that Chace and Josh had moved to the shallow end, their passion on full view.
He smiled, his hand rubbing against his naked chest, the sun tattoo rubbed by his fingers.
"Life for love. It can't be any other way."
He smiled, heading to the stove.
Jolan smiled, watching the five of his heart devouring his breakfast offerings.
Hayden and Logan were giggling, sausages and toast in their hands, Josh and Justin at their sides.
Chace was finishing his seventh pancake, Jolan smiling at him, finishing his second coffee.
Josh's eyes met his, Jolan smiling at him.
"You never did tell me where you were this morning, Jo." Josh said, sipping his own cup of coffee.
Jolan smiled, Justin and Chace looking at Josh.
"When I woke up our Jo was missing." Josh said, the other two looking at Jolan.
Josh told them of his coming downstairs and his not finding Jolan anywhere.
"He must have been in the shower, Josh." Justin said, smiling at Jolan, the young man remaining quiet, Justin sensing something from him.
"No, Jus. I checked everywhere. Where did you go?" Josh said, his blue eyes of love looking at Jo.
Jolan sat his coffee cup down, softly smiling at all three.
"I went to love, my angels. And I came back to my waiting angel's love." Jolan smiled, staring at Josh.
"You told me that you went into the light of life." Josh said, Justin and Chace looking at Jolan.
"I was in love's light, guys. I was pulled into Spartacus' love."
The three looked confused, Jolan telling them of the bright light of his pulling love.
"You. . .you went on your quest already? It was to that palace?" Chace said, surprise on his face.
"Yes, Chace. It was the spiritual quest I was destined
to go on."
"Why there again, Jo? What did you find there?" Josh said, Jolan seeing the need to know in his blue eyes.
"Because there stood the four written beacons, my loves. And there I met Erasmus again."
"Erasmus? Was he old or young again?" Justin said, Jolan nodding.
"Young, Jus. Young and beautiful again. We talked of
the past, the present and the future. And I found the answer in that quest."
"The answer, Jo?" Josh said, giving Logan his glass of milk, the boy drinking.
"Yes, Josh. The final answer to all of this. To all that was and will be. I know what's going on here. I know all the truths."
"All the truths? You mean you know how this is going to end?" Justin said, Jolan smiling at him and his son.
"Yes, Justin. I know the past, the present and the
future. I know who Erasmus is, who has designed this path, and what the final
reality is. I have everything I need."
Chace's hand went on top of Jolan's, Jolan sensing his concerned love.
"No worries, any of you. My love shall be there for
all of you at the end. And our lives will be long and loving."
All five smiled at Jolan, Jolan looking at his three soulmates.
"Erasmus was as lost as I was. For he too was
missing something. The same thing I was, albeit on a different level."
"What was he missing?" Josh said, Jolan smiling and leaning over the table and kissing his lips.
"Love, Joshua. The Shadower has walked eons across this earth a lost man. A man lost unto himself."
The three men exchanged looks, Jolan smiling at all three.
"I gave him a taste of what love is, my angels."
"I don't understand, Jo. Era has no love? I felt it in him." Justin said, Jolan smiling at him.
"He has love, Justin. Just not the deepest love. It's been denied him, for a very good reason."
"What reason, Jo?" Chace said, Jolan sighing softly.
"I am sorry, my loves. That reason and the truths I
have discovered must remain within my mind until the end of all this. Someone
must be led into the reality of their own truths. And then this path can end,
destiny can be fulfilled and life can go on, a greater life for all of us."
The three nodded, Jolan smiling at each.
"Alright, Jo. We'll abide by that decision. But all three of us are here for you. Don't walk into this alone." Chace said, Jolan smiling and kissing his lips.
"I am never alone, my beauties. I have a lot of love
within me. You three's the most."
All three smiled, Jolan smiling again.
"I was surprised by the truth. It sat right in front of me and I didn't even realize it. That man is crafty."
"What man, Jo?" Josh said.
"Erasmus, my friends. His hidden truth totally
blindsided me."
The three nodded again, Jolan smiling.
"Let's not think upon that eventuality, my friends.
Let's love, live and be happy for the next week and a half. There will be time
enough for emotions and reality at the end of next week."
"Right's, Dada!" Logan said, Jolan smiling at him.
"Right's, Dada." Justin said, Jolan laughing, the other three smiling, Jolan standing up.
"Right now I have to warm up the rest of breakfast. We're having visitors."
The three looked at each other, the phone on the counter going off, Chace rising and answering it.
He talked for a few minutes, looking at Jolan.
"Joey and Lance are here, as well as Chris, Britney and the boys. I just let them in through the gate." he said, Jolan smiling, heading for the stove.
Chace looked at Josh and Justin, both shrugging their shoulders, looking towards Jolan.
The man was at the stove, pulling out another tray of bacon and sausages.
"Hi, Unky Lance!" Hayden said, his arms around the man's leg, the boy having climbed off the chair when the man had walked into the kitchen, Joey beside him, Britney and Chris with the boys following, Chace following them having let them all in the front door.
"Hi, Hay! How's my boy?" Lance said, picking the boy up, Hayden kissing his cheek, then Joey's when he leaned into him.
"My, you're growing big!" Lance said, the boy giggling, Joey leaning down and kissing Logan's cheek, the boy grinning up at him.
"Hi, Unky Joe!" he said, Joey kissing Josh's, then Justin's cheek, Lance kissing all three at the table.
"And what am I? Don't I get some sugar?" Jolan said, wiping his hands on a dishcloth, having been cleaning off the frying pan in the sink's dishwater.
Lance put Hayden down, the boy heading for his two friends, Lance's arm going around Jolan, kissing him on the lips.
Jolan pulled back, a look of soft surprise on his face.
"Man, sign me up for this man's fan club! He's a
Chris and Joey laughed, Joey kissing his lover's cheek.
"That he is! And we can always use another groupie!"
Jolan laughed, Joey kissing him on the lips.
"Do I smell your famous tater tots?"
"I made lots, Huggybear. Dig in guys." Jolan smiled, Joey grinning, sitting down at the table, Britney and Chris both hugging Jolan, Jolan guiding them all to the table, Lance smiling at Jolan.
"Can I see you for a moment, Jo? I have something to ask you."
Jolan smiled, going to the counter and carrying the platter of sausages and bacon to the table, everyone smiling up at him.
"Get everyone some coffee, Jus. Lance and I are going to have a little chat."
Justin smiled, rising up from his seat, walking past the boys, Logan having joined the other three, all sitting on the floor with toys.
Jolan smiled at him, walking with Lance out of the kitchen.
Lance smiled at Jolan as they sat down in the living room.
"What's on your mind, Lancy?"
Lance smiled softly, Jolan sensing the look in his eyes.
"Oh, Lance!! Really?"
Lance stared at Jolan with surprise.
Jolan smiled, taking his hands in his.
"I wish both of you a lifetime of happiness and
love, my friend."
Lance teared up, Jolan moving and sitting beside him, putting his arm around him.
"I need your help, Jo. I. . .I want it to mean so much
to him. I want him to see why I'm doing it."
Jolan smiled, kissing Lance's cheek.
"He knows already why you're doing it. You love him, Lance. It's as simple as that."
"I love him, Jo. I love him with all of my heart."
Jolan smiled again, kissing Lance's cheek, Lance feeling his happiness and love.
"So how are you going to surprise him?"
"Well, Jo. Joey has one love. One thing that always brings a large smile to his face."
Jolan smiled, then laughed.
"You're going to put the ring on your thing?"
Lance stared at Jolan, the young man bursting into laughter.
Lance blushed then began to laugh also, the two hugging each other.
"Sorry, Lancy. It was too easy!"
"So am I, Jo."
Jolan burst into laughter, Lance smiling.
"Good one, Lancy!"
They both laughed, Jolan smiling.
"Alright, Lance. How do you want this to go down?"
"Later, Jo. Ply me with liquor first."
Jolan laughed again, Lance smiling at the happiness and love showing on Jolan's face.
"I've never seen you so at peace with your life,
Jolan. It's as if your soul's filled with happiness."
"It is, Lancy. Come on, let's plan this to a T!"
"Make that an S, Jo!" Lance smiled, the two quietly talking.
Jolan and Lance walked back into the kitchen, everyone at the table staring at Jolan, the young man smiling.
"I take it my three loves have spilled the beans?" he said, Lance smiling at his Joey, sitting down beside him, Joey's arm going around him, Lance looking around at everyone.
"Jo went on his quest, Lance." Joey said, Lance's eyes meeting Jolan's.
"Really, Jo?" he said, Jolan nodding, leaning against the kitchen counter.
"Yes, Lance. I was pulled back to Bolta Cerului. There
I met Erasmus again. I've found all the answers to my destiny and its truths. I
know everything now, including who he is and what's going to happen."
Lance stood up again, his arm going around Jolan.
"We're all here for you, Jo." he said, Jolan smiling at his and everyone's protective gaze.
"I know, guys. I have so many who love me and want to protect
me. And I'll protect all of you."
Everyone smiled, Jolan's smile the widest.
"On that note, let's end the gloom. Tell your Joey your surprise, Lancy."
Lance smiled, Jolan winking at him.
Joey smiled at Lance, Lance moving and pulling him up from his half finished breakfast plate.
"Tomorrow's our sixth month anniversary, my Joe bear."
Joey's eyes widened in surprise, then changed into a look of guilt.
"Oh, Lance. I'm sorry, I didn't realize it."
Lance smiled, kissing his lips, brushing away the guilt from his thoughts.
"That makes me happy that you've forgotten, my love. That
means my love has made you forget all time."
Joey smiled, pulling Lance against him.
"Your love empties my mind of all else, Lance."
Lance smiled, Chris chuckling.
"It always was empty." he said, Britney elbowing him lightly, Chris blushing, Jolan laughing, others joining him.
Lance smiled, looking at his Joey.
"I want to make tomorrow a special day, Joey. I've booked us
all a day at Disneyland. I know it's your favourite place in the world. I'm
going to spend the day in my Joey bear's happiness."
Joey grinned, kissing his man's lips.
"Awesome idea, Lance! I haven't been there in so long!" he said, Lance smiling at him.
Hayden's head went up, three other small heads joining his.
"Disneyland, Poppa? We's going to Disneyland?!!" he said, beside Justin in a moment, his hands on his Poppa's knees.
The other three small sets of eyes were wide with hope staring at their parents.
Lance laughed, smiling at Justin.
"Yes, Hay. Unky Lance and Unky Joe are inviting all of you as well!" Jolan said, the four boys bursting into loud squeals, all the adults laughing together.
"Ah, the joys of youthful happiness." Josh said, Jolan leaning down and kissing his cheek.
"I see quite a few boys here beaming with happiness. I guess I'll be babysitter tomorrow." he smiled, his eyes meeting Lance's green.
"I'll help, Jo." Lance said, Jolan smiling and nodding.
"We'll help each other. But I'm not changing Joey. He looks like a wetter!"
Joey's loud laugh filled the room, taking Lance's hand in his, the two joining their friends at the table.
The conversation was drawn to tomorrow's day of fun, Jolan smiling around at everyone.
He smiled, his eyes on Joey.
"It's a small world after all. And yours now starts with Lance." he thought, his smile widening.
End of Chapter 150
A hundred and fifty chapters.
And I had it in my head that it wouldn't be as long as the last one.
A revealing chapter starting off with a mysterious meeting.
The pope and Reverend Francis?
What's going on there?
Seems the meeting he had with Jolan has started a path of faith.
Where shall it end?
So Jolan seems to have found all the answers he's been looking for.
Just what did he find in the Chamber of Ascendancy and from
Seems whatever it is it has totally surprised him.
I wonder if you'll all be surprised?
Here's hoping!
Lance seems to be planning something.
I think you can guess what it is, lol.
Next chapter: The gang is off to Disneyland.
A fun day for the kids of all ages, with a surprise thrown in.
Hugs, Angel.
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Here's one obvious lesson of the Tunisian Revolution of 2011: paranoia about Muslim fundamentalist movements and terrorism is causing Washington to make bad choices that will ultimately harm American interests and standing abroad. State Department cable traffic from capitals throughout the Greater Middle East, made public thanks to WikiLeaks, shows that US policy-makers have a detailed and profound picture of the depths of corruption and nepotism that prevail among some "allies" in the region.
The same cable traffic indicates that, in a cynical Great Power calculation, Washington continues to sacrifice the prospects of the region's youth on the altar of "security." It is now forgotten that America's biggest foreign policy headache, the Islamic Republic of Iran, arose in response to American backing for Mohammad Reza Pahlevi, the despised Shah who destroyed the Iranian left and centrist political parties, paving the way for the ayatollahs' takeover in 1979.
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Iterative algorithms occur in many domains of data analysis, such as machine learning or graph analysis . Such algorithms are crucial in order to realize the promise of Big Data to extract meaningful information out of your data. With increasing interest to run these kinds of algorithms on very large data sets, there is a need to execute iterations in a massively parallel fashion.
Flink programs implement iterative algorithms by defining a step function and embedding it into a special iteration operator. There are two variants of this operator: Iterate and Delta Iterate . Both operators repeatedly invoke the step function on the current iteration state until a certain termination condition is reached.step function Iterate Delta Iterate
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The first question to be determined in deciding whether a trade mark is capable of distinguishing the applicant's goods and/or services is: to what extent is the applicant's trade mark inherently adapted to distinguish their goods or services?
All trade marks examined will fall into one of three categories:
trade marks that are sufficiently inherently adapted to distinguish and are therefore prima facie capable of distinguishing;
trade marks that have some limited inherent adaptation to distinguish but are not prima facie capable of distinguishing;
trade marks that have no inherent adaptation to distinguish.
Inherent adaptation is a concept that refers to a quality of the trade mark itself and cannot be acquired through use in the market place. In Burger King Corporation v Registrar of Trade Marks (1973) 128 CLR 417 at 424 (' The Whopper Case ') Gibbs J said in relation to paragraph 26(2)(a) of the 1955 Act:
Inherent adaptability is something which depends on the nature of the trade mark itself - see Clark Equipment Co v Registrar of Trade Marks [(1964) 111 CLR 511 at 515 - the Michigan case ] - and therefore is not something that can be acquired; the inherent nature of the trade mark itself cannot be changed by use or otherwise.
In Michigan Kitto J at 513 sets out the criteria for deciding whether a trade mark is inherently adapted to distinguish:
That ultimate question must not be misunderstood [that is, "whether the mark is registrable as being 'adapted to distinguish' the applicant's goods"]. It is not whether the mark will be adapted to distinguish the registered owner's goods if it be registered and other persons consequently find themselves precluded from using it. The question is whether the mark, considered quite apart from the effects of registration, is such that by its use the applicant is likely to attain his object of thereby distinguishing his goods from the goods of others. In Registrar of Trade Marks v W. and G. Du Cros Ltd . (1913) AC 624 at 634, 635) Lord Parker of Waddington having remarked upon the difficulty of finding the right criterion by which to determine whether a proposed mark is or is not "adapted to distinguish" the applicant's goods defined the crucial question practically as I have stated it, and added two sentences which have often been quoted but to which it is well to return for an understanding of the problem in a case such as the present. His Lordship said: "The applicant's chance of success in this respect (i.e. in distinguishing his goods by means of the mark, apart from the effects of registration) must, I think, largely depend upon whether other traders are likely, in the ordinary course of their businesses and without any improper motive, to desire to use the same mark, or some mark nearly resembling it, upon or in connection with their own goods. It is apparent from the history of trade marks in this country that both the Legislature and the Courts have always shown a natural disinclination to allow any person to obtain by registration under the Trade Marks Acts a monopoly in what others may legitimately desire to use." The interests of strangers and of the public are thus bound up with the whole question, as Hamilton L.J. pointed out in the case of R. J. Lea, Ltd. 30 RPC 216 at 227; but to say this is not to treat the question as depending upon some vague notion of public policy; it is to insist that the question whether a mark is adapted to distinguish be tested by reference to the likelihood that other persons, trading in goods of the relevant kind and being actuated only by proper motives - in the exercise, that is to say, of the common right of the public to make honest use of words forming part of the common heritage, for the sake of the signification which they ordinarily possess - will think of the word and want to use it in connection with similar goods in any manner which would infringe a registered trade mark granted in respect of it.
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I've made reference to plans for large-scale habitats before. It's time I write down the big picture as I continue the process of refining the details. The research I've been doing for this project has led to many of my posts here with information about radiation shielding, structural materials, agricultural yields and various life support systems. Perhaps that information will be more useful in context.
There are several large habitats proposed, generally by people who are both smarter and better-educated than I am. Wherever possible I prefer to use solutions proposed or developed by others, but I disagree with some of the fundamental assumptions made for structures like the O'Neill cylinder. That will necessarily result in a different outcome, thanks to several design decisions that go in another direction. #1 on that list: There are no windows. None. Don't even think about it; windows in space are incredibly stupid.
This will be a large post, so I'm continuing after the jump.
The headline results so far are as follows:
Design population: 5,000 people
Maximum population: 5,280 without major changes, up to twice that under emergency conditions
Mass: 142,750 tons shielding, 4,552 tons hull, 2,770 tons air, 350 tons occupants. As-yet unknown masses for furnishings, life support, hydroponics, other systems.
Volume: 2,262,000 m³ (79,882,000 ft³)
Area: 138,000 m² (13.8 hectares / 34 acres) under habitable gravity.
The structure would require the capture and exploitation of 160,000 to 200,000 tons of asteroidal material, or about 67,000 m³ of carbonaceous chondrites. Only about 600 tons (0.3%) needs to be carbon, but nearly 2,000 tons (1%) needs to be nitrogen. A single 50-meter diameter rock should just about do the trick, roughly the size of the Tunguska meteor. An alternative is sixteen 20-meter diameter rocks (Chelyabinsk sized) with the proper composition on average. There are anywhere from hundreds of thousands to tens of millions of near-Earth asteroids in this size range.
The two driving forces in my mind are radiation protection and moderate to full gravity. We know that microgravity is very harmful to humans even with the best medical care available and years of preparation in advance of relatively short (6-12 month) exposures; there is every reason to suspect that microgravity is not survivable in the long term. For this reason gravity or pseudogravity is a fundamental requirement. Radiation exposure is also tremendously harmful; current spacecraft are not survivable over the long term. Shielding that reduces the level of radiation exposure to Earth-normal or lower is also a fundamental requirement. The combination of these two requirements means a series of trades in structural and shielding materials. For free-space habitats I've settled on counter-rotating composite habitat modules on a common axis surrounded by non-spinning shielding made of bulk rock with a metal skin. For habitats in small bodies (Phobos, Deimos, other bodies with a few % Earth gravity at most), the habitat sections would be buried and would rely on bulk material for shielding. Bodies with significant gravity are different enough that they need to be addressed with unique designs.
I'll deal with the free-space version first. Shielding is very expensive in mass terms. There are two primary sources of radiation in free space, the solar wind (particularly solar proton events or SPE) and cosmic rays (GCR).
Cosmic rays are isotropic, so the most efficient shape would be a sphere. The solar wind is highly directional, so the most efficient shape would be a long, thin rod. Spheres are complex and inefficient to turn into living space, so a cylinder is the basic shape of choice. Remember that radiation doesn't turn corners, so we can use unconnected pieces of shielding that allows vessels in and out of the protected area without moving parts.
We can adjust the relative cost of shielding for the Sun vs. shielding for GCR by changing the aspect ratio (length to width ratio) of the cylinder, but the optimum orientation is for one end of the cylinder to point at the Sun and carry somewhat heavier shielding than the rest of the hull. This imposes a stationkeeping burden to keep the end pointed at the sun. For lower dV costs the structure should be vertical, which means the entire shielded hull will rotate into view of the Sun over the course of a year. There does not seem to be a compelling argument either way except for the slim chance that a catastrophic CME or other solar event might be made survivable by taking shelter at the far end of the rod.
Human physiology limits the speed of spin gravity, thus setting a lower limit on the diameter of the colony; my design uses a radius of 60 meters and rotation speed of 3.89 RPM for 1g Earth-normal gravity at the outer floor. Biology also sets a lower limit on the population of a self-sustaining colony; research differs on the exact value but 5,000 appears to be safe. I specify a set of four habitat modules each 50 meters long, each to house a nominal population of 1250 people. The structure can grow by adding pairs of habitat modules along the common axis, saving the expense of extra endcaps and costing only the shielding mass for the wall of the outer cylinder.
The habitats spin inside a stable shielded hull without contacting it; a physical gap of three meters separates the outer walls of the habitats from the inner walls of the hull so either structure can be maintained while under spin. Internal positioning is maintained with magnetic repulsion as necessary, to minimize the torque applied to the outer hull. No isolation is perfect, so the structure will require thrusters of some kind. Ion would be preferred, using either metals or heavy gases.
Shielding is composed of 2mm of aluminum with a standoff space (Whipple shield for micrometeoroids), then 1cm of nickel-iron (30/70) followed by 104cm of packed regolith (1.5g/cc density, composition similar to lunar soil or stony asteroids). The outer layer of habitat includes 30cm of water as additional shielding, pump-able counterweight, leak indicator and bulk storage. This combines to provide an attenuation of 4.518 (in units of 1/e^x), blocking 98.91% of radiation. The first floor will still experience slightly more radiation than Earth average. For ideal results an attenuation factor of 5.3 is desirable; longer-term projections indicate that the GCR could potentially be as high as 1500mSv (vs. 740mSv recorded so far) which would suggest a factor of 6.0 attenuation to reach Earth-normal levels. In other words, even with this much shielding there may be times where the inhabitants need to evacuate to the inner floors so the material of the outer floors can protect them from radiation spikes.
In order to make the most efficient use of this shielded volume the habitats are built in levels or floors of four meters each. Each floor is structural, capable of functioning as the outer hull during the construction phase, capable of independently supporting its own mass and floor loads, and capable of limiting the spread of damage in case of structural failure or impact. The material is UHMWPE, very long-chain polyethylene (Spectra fiber) with an aluminum film liner. This can be manufactured using plants to process CO2 and water (in turn made from any sources of carbon, hydrogen and oxygen). The habitat's hydroponics system is designed to produce plastic for this purpose in addition to food, though during the construction phase the mix of plants will heavily favor plastics.
The outermost floor is at full Earth gravity, while each floor inward provides progressively less gravity; specific floors can be designed to mimic the gravity of Mars, Venus or the Moon if desired. A microgravity bay in the center of the structure has effectively no gravity; this space can be used as a shirtsleeves environment for building or repairing delicate spacecraft among other things. Total floorspace is 149,540m²; if we define 'habitable' gravity as 0.3g or higher then 138,230m² of that space is habitable. That's eleven floors of useful gravity (including analogs of Earth, Venus and Mars), two more of low gravity (including an analog of the Moon) and one of microgravity.
A nearly identical design would be built into a pit on Phobos or Deimos. Phobos in particular could host a set of habitat modules in an open pit; if the pit is deep enough and placed to face Mars then the disk of Mars will fully block any views to space. No end-cap would be necessary for radiation protection; further, the vastly greater mass of shielding would mean the habitats would see less radiation than on Earth. One application of this might be as a permanent base at the site of a Phobos-Mars transfer tether. The habitats would be built up over time using materials excavated from the pit, with the option of adding more and more hab modules by excavating the pit deeper and deeper. This technique could be applied to main-belt asteroids like Ceres, Vesta, Pallas, etc.; the floors would need to be tilted slightly to accommodate the gravity of the parent body and a covering shield would be necessary but otherwise a very similar prospect.
Throughout my design process I have sought to use Earth-normal design standards. This phase of space exploitation is far beyond the early adventurers, meant to be constructed using by-then-proven technologies and inhabited by average people (doctors, mechanics, teachers). Average people like having creature comforts; it's good for our physical and mental health. For example, I assume that each resident requires about 100 m² of space: roughly 32 m² of personal space, 36 m² of public space and 32 m² of work space. This is about 344 ft², or the size of a smallish studio apartment. A family of four would enjoy 128 m² or about 1,378 ft², modest by American standards but ranging from generous to lavish in many other places. Smaller is certainly possible, but that's a size that most people would accept. My research suggests that floor space for growing food, clothing and furnishings will be roughly 20 m² per person; this space is categorized as work space. That leaves another 12 m² per person or 15,000 m² per habitat (160,000 ft²) or roughly one large-ish office building at 32mx32m and 15 floors. The public 36 m² accounts for hallways, engineering spaces (including life support), schools, public eating and/or meeting space and parks. Some of that could be considered 'work' space; I didn't try to stick to some particular metric, but rather used that as a basic assumption. If it turns out that the mix is more like 20 m² public and 48 m² work it makes no difference.
The internal structure of the habitat starts with the structural hull layer, 7.6mm of PE fiber with an aluminum foil liner to make it gas-tight. This layer is strong enough to handle two atmospheres of pressure; the entire four-meter floor could be flooded with water and still fall within structural limits. This is primarily formed of fibers wound around the cylinder, with secondary layers wound at 45° intervals to provide strength on the axis. These secondary layers flow into the endcap walls or sidewalls and carry the stress of the endwalls through the hull.
Next is a protective layer. The outer floor uses plastic liners filled with water and plastic-cushioned isogrid aluminum ribs which function like joists. Inner floors use plastic-cushioned planks or deck plates of aluminum or bamboo, potentially over their own isogrid layer for heavy-use areas. This layer protects the hull against abrasion and distributes loads to prevent punctures.
On top of that floor fits standard furnishings. Walls are thin metal or even Shoji-style paper with foam cores for noise attenuation. This is less about minimizing weight and more about reducing the amount of material used. Each floor has its own unique radius of curvature, so furniture is designed to bear weight along the flat axis and accommodate multiple radii along the curved axis. Still, the structure is designed to handle a floor load of 100kN/m² (nearly 15 psi / 2,160 psf), which is strong enough to drive heavy machinery over without damage. Most objects are made out of 'foamed' aluminum or titanium, or bamboo; the choice of material depends on what resources are most plentiful at the time. Bamboo sinks carbon and nitrogen while foamed metals sink metals; either can be reprocessed back into base material if necessary.
Furnishings can be painted, anodized or covered in fabrics as appropriate. Bathroom and kitchen facilities will be similar to Earth counterparts, with added efficiency features like auto-off taps. Plumbing would generally be plastic and wiring would generally be aluminum with plastic insulation. Ceramic materials will serve the same purpose as on Earth, so a table setting is likely to have very familiar dishes. Silverware will likely be titanium since that is less complex to produce than stainless steel. Environmental systems will consist of air supply and return, with user-settable temperature and humidity controls. Each compartment will include emergency oxygen supplies and patch-sealing kits, but this is largely a formality.
The layout of the habitat depends on a number of factors. I've examined dedicated residential and occupational floors but in order to balance the load on environmental systems it may be better to make each floor carry a mix of spaces. There should be a lower limit for gravity in living spaces, and those living in low g should work in higher (and vice versa) if commuting is required. This supports an argument for above-normal gravity in parts of the habitat, but doing this for the entire outer floor would take up a lot of living space at increased gravity. At any rate, some mix of residential and work space will exist, with hallways to connect them and public spaces such as parks to break things up.
Access between floors would be by elevator at the ends of the cylinder. There should be no penetration of each floor's structural hull; all connections pass through the sidewall at either end and then in or out as needed. The stresses involved are significantly less. In any case, the longest commute to work would be only a few hundred meters at worst; an easy walk.
Each floor balances its center of gravity by pumping water between storage bags at various points. The elevator system does the same, measuring the mass of occupants for a trip and moving mass on the other side to counterbalance the effect. This allows the structure to respond to shifting mass distribution and maintain balance without requiring significant amounts of power.
The ends of each cylinder hold other utility connections: air, water, power. Airlock connections to neighboring modules are here. The end habitats have larger airlocks to allow for large equipment to be moved in or out. Each floor handles as much of its own life support and environmental load as possible, but power needs to come in from outside and heat needs to go back out. Power can be transferred through a rotation surface (like a DC brush motor), but it is more efficient to provide power connections at either end of the cylinder and run electricity through the axis.
There is no 'central shaft'. Loads are carried through a ring connection between each habitat. This interface is where motors can spin up both members of a habitat pair without needing to use reaction mass. A short nonrotating access tunnel between modules can also accept concentrated sunlight from outside the shield and forward it via waveguide to growing areas. This section carries the load of any position adjustments made using magnetic pads connected to the shield, as well as sensors necessary to determine position and rotation of each module and the shield itself.
Hydroponics make the most of the available space. Aquaculture tanks will typically occupy the bottom half-meter to meter of the space, with stacked layers of high-intensity hydroponics above. Methods will be specific to each species; leafy greens like lettuce may be grown in float rafts directly in the fish water or in NFT channels while most vegetables will use flood and drain. Grains will generally use sub-irrigation (capillary transport). Racks will be built from extruded aluminum cross-sections that assemble without fasteners. Trays will be either aluminum or plastic sheets, all built to a standard size. Some areas will use motorized tray systems where each tray is passed automatically through a series of racks ending in a harvesting machine. Lighting will be from guided sunlight where feasible and from LED lighting otherwise. LED light sources will be manufactured in the colony's semiconductor facility.
Edible produce will be routed to food distribution. The specifics depend on culture: do the inhabitants cook their own meals, eat at a cafeteria or some combination of the two? There are some economic questions involved as well, but let's deal with that later. Any harvest waste or surplus that cannot be stored will be converted into feed; part of that stream will be concentrated into high-protein insect meal then mixed back into the rest as appropriate. For production of plastic, sugars and carbohydrates will be fermented into alcohol as a feedstock. The waste from that process is also suitable animal feed. Fibrous production (cotton, bamboo, flax) will be processed as necessary and sent on for spinning and weaving.
The hydroponics sections will receive waste air from the environmental system. This is high-humidity high-CO2 air that helps maintain an adequate CO2 level for growth (around 1000 ppm). Since plant growth in this system will fix much more carbon than is available from life support, additional carbon must be introduced. All inedible biological waste (including sewage) will be passed through a supercritical water oxidation reactor, which will produce CO2, water and ash (mostly mineral salts). This captures virtually all carbon in the system as CO2, except that which is fixed into structural plastics and similar uses. As a further purification step, the output of these systems will be fed to Spirulina in order to capture any dissolved minerals. The harvested algae can be used as a dietary supplement for people and animals or can be autolyzed into liquid nutrient solution.
Life support / environmental systems start at the user-facing side with air exchangers. Their purpose is to pass return air through a zeolite bed to extract nearly all CO2, then provide proper humidity and temperature for the supply air. A carbon bed removes odors and VOCs; this is formed from charred plant material and is recycled by burning in the catalytic reactor. Atmospheric bulk is made up with compressed nitrogen tanks as necessary. The hydroponics sections will include oxygen concentrators to provide oxygen-rich air back to residential areas.
Power to perform this task comes from external systems, and heat extracted plus heat generated by extraction must be rejected to outside systems. Phase-change refrigerants are a convenient way to manage heat transport, so it is expected that either ammonia or light hydrocarbons could be used as working fluids.
Ultimately all heat produced inside the colony must be rejected to space. This will require a substantial radiator structure that must be sun-shielded. On its way off-station this can be used as process heat for tasks like melting ice or pre-heating ores. The radiators must be highly modular and should limit the amount of coolant in each loop; damage is inevitable so repairs should be straightforward and resources lost to a puncture should be feasible to replace.
Power for all of this activity comes from concentrating solar PV panels. Reflectors will be built of aluminum, either as sheet or as thin film over plastic. PV cells will be produced in the colony's semiconductor facility and will be actively cooled using the same heat rejection system as environmental (including any process heat applications).
All of this structure requires a significant industrial base. Materials must be extracted from rock and converted to useful forms, a couple hundred thousand tons of it. The primary tool for this is large-area solar reflectors, so the equipment necessary to build these will be some of the first on the scene. A pre-screen to extract useful metal nodules, volatiles and ice will be done first. The remaining material will be heated and separated into component elements; this process can be stopped while specific oxides are still intact if desired. That yields a stream of nickel-iron, one of volatiles, one of light metals and one of heavier oxides. Trace elements, rare earths and other useful things will be accumulated in the process. Nickel-iron will be separated vial the Mond process, leaving pure iron, pure nickel and assorted iron-phase materials like platinum and rare earths. Rare earth elements and silicon will be processed via zone refining into semiconductor-grade bars and passed to the semiconductor facility to be turned into PV cells, LEDs and microprocessors. Volatiles will be further processed into atmosphere components and water; any hydrocarbons will be fed through the catalytic reactor for reclamation. The leftover slag will be used as shielding material.
The initial construction of the colony will begin with this kind of industrial equipment, where the first shielding sections will be assembled and the first structural plastics will be prepared. If construction is manned then the initial habitat and greenhouse will start producing plastic as quickly as possible; the greenhouse section would be much larger than necessary for just the construction crew. For an automated 'seed' system, fully chemical means could be used to develop the necessary structural fibers and build the first few floors; with suitable gravity and environmental systems a crew could live and work at the station during the middle construction phase and handle the more complex process of outfitting the internal volume properly as each floor is built. Each new floor would provide higher gravity; the facility could even be spun faster during construction as long as the crew can tolerate it.
Once a colony is established, it can continue to grow by capturing and processing asteroids into useful material. A wide variety of structures and devices can be built in addition to base materials like water and oxygen. Extra space in the colony can be devoted to food production. Such a facility could serve as a port offering food, medical care, repairs and restocking to spacecraft. Any parts or materials the colony cannot build or acquire for themselves could be bought or traded for valuable metals (platinum, uranium, thorium), bulk PV cells, water, etc.
The people of the colony will live lives much like we do on Earth, but with a strong reliance on advanced technology for survival. By the time a colony like this is possible, people will be able to live in the worst conditions on Earth: glaciers, deserts and to some extent underwater. It is difficult to predict what might change between now and then; perhaps we will see significant advances in robotic automation to the point that the facility's cleaning and basic maintenance are fully automated. Since I can't guess what the future will look like I've assumed a mostly Earth-normal distribution of occupations, with an emphasis on medical and scientific positions.
A basic economic system might value a good or service at the number of hours required to create it; time itself then becomes the basis of currency. In one sense, a colony is only possible if the time required to sustain a person is less than or equal to the time it takes them to do their daily work. Using production time as the basis for exchange would provide a starting point; several economic and governmental approaches could be taken from there to make any necessary adjustments and to ensure that enough of the necessary work gets done so the colony survives.
Construction of such a habitat is likely to be driven for a purpose, whether that be corporate profit, national prestige or religious ideology. It won't be until a significant number of these are built and populations routinely travel among them that people will begin to consider life in space to be normal. Still, there is enough material in the asteroid belt to build colonies for perhaps a few tens of billions of people. Once we include outer bodies and Oort cloud objects that number goes up by a factor of 100 or more. Add in material from various moons and accessible planets and our race's voracious expansion can continue for the next few centuries unabated.


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Set for the Clark County Fairgrounds Event Center in Ridgefield, Washington, the entire card will stream live on UFC Fight Pass.
Along with Healy-Hawn for the 155-pound belt, Andre Harrison defends his featherweight title against Desmond Green and Tim Elliott does the same with his flyweight strap on the line vs. Felipe Efrain.
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MAIN CARD (UFC Fight Pass/8 p.m. ET)
Titan FC Lightweight Championship
Pat Healy (c) vs. Rick Hawn
Titan FC Featherweight Championship
Andre Harrison (c) vs. Desmond Green
Titan FC Flyweight Championship
Tim Elliott (c) vs. Felipe Efrain
Welterweight: Zane Kamaka vs. Belal Muhammad
Featherweight: Steven Siler vs. Austin Springer
Lightweight: E.J. Brooks vs. Jason Novelli
Bantamweight: Ricky Simon vs. Alex Soto
Welterweight: Jake Smith vs. Taki Uluilakepa
Welterweight: Trey Ogden vs. Ryan Walker
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