{Pilot’s Story} Marketing at its Edges

It was while he was occupied, exploring perception when Pilot most often got his most fierce ideas. Ideas that now once it was done: launching the GENR8 EXPLORER; were genesis of a new life for him and others, as well.

Fumbling In The Dark

Saying that Pilot was not an enthusiast was not strictly true as he has found it several colors and styles of facial covering. Nevertheless it was still wearing a low-cost, poorly fitting mask so clearly enthusiasm was lacking.

The Landlord

“You will have to meet Mr. Farley,” said Robert, his large brown eyes rolling dramatically up and around as though to imply Mr. Farley was Everywhere including in the cornice moulding and the plate rail that ran high up on the walls and around the dining room.. Pilot didn’t quite understand, but he nodded nevertheless.

Pilot Memories

Pilot knew, as surely as his old hard cover calendars were reliable go to items, Brain Paper books may be today’s calendar equivalents in broader application. While the entire suite was familiar to him in some detail—its documentation was, after all, a core piece of his early training—never before had said information been published in any form, for any reason, least all for sales. “Well then, here we are.” he thought.

April 19th

Just, Be.

Carapace

Looking again, Pilot could see that space, still darkened, was lightening up. The purplish haze he had seen earlier was gone, replaced by a greay light.

Perspectives

Other, interior perspectives interested Pilot most. For instance, whether one was coming at a topic from the point of view of the Blue Hills of Understanding was considerably different than if one was being either an Emerald City Builder or an Orange Anecdote Instigator was, again, entirely different from a Golden Pyramid Architect. Anyone can do this, if one tries.

A Lot A Lot

What of and whether or not people think just could not be controlled by Pilot. Therefore, into the darkness, it plunged. No more or less aware than before but certain, certain under its feet was his own path.

Please Order Here

He could still hear that loud ticking, resounding in his auditory canals.

Epiphany

Scottish shortbread and lemon poppyseed pound cake.