Logan’s Brood


- The scatterd seedlings left behind from his youth.


As the snail glides along the fanatical razor sharp mind of Logan6, he struts

with his new high powered magnetic levitation shoes on tight, easing and

reducing his overall weight by about half where the thick gray lines have

repelling magnets buried under them. Logan5’s son is agile, swift, deadly,

his mind clear in purpose, terminate runners! His life course is seemingly

unchangeable, immovable and training keeps all his skills honed. One of the

most aggressive attackers since Gant, Logan 6 starts to lose the joy in his

Job, he starts to question, “Why… why do they run, It’s pointless, such a

waste especially when they can transmigrate into brand new youthful bodies

on Carrousell?” Logan6 is thinking to much to himself lately. This kind of

thinking slows him down in the hunt and can get him hurt or less likely killed

which then might hinder his plans to attain renewal. “I know in sandman

school it was explained that Mother Computer reads all of our DNA

sequences and can rebuild an exact you using recombinant DNA and tapping

and mapping your minds brain patterns, then downloading all your thoughts

and memories into the infants in Nursery to slowly immerge over natural

Aging.” thinks Logan6. If “Change is the essential Process of all existence”

says Mother computer then as Rebirth being the biggest change of all

wouldn’t it be logical that we had more information about the final process

when you fully get your mind and previous existence back?” “Enough!

I’m thinking too much it’s slowing me down. A runner activists is on

the loose by Arcade, she’s already cut up a sandman trying to arrest her

and is trying to escape the area and head for the main crowd to blend in and

lose us in all the shops. His mind distracted, Logan6 continues his levitat-

running, gliding along where he thinks his coordinates say he should be at

exactly to intersect the activist. Unaware that he has overshot that point,

Marisa8 crosses just behind his path and clubs him from behind and has

taken Logan6 into a runner underground living unit where he is the prisoner of

this tough female activist Marisa8. Marisa8, 6 ft. tall, blonde and blue-eyed

had some high cheek bones from a new you shop just put in and fair skin.

Coming to, still a bit groggy, Logan6 knew he was in trouble. His hands and

feet tied and mouth gagged, he was at the mercy of this dangerous female.

Marisa8 hopped up on the stimulants and herbs from her black lotus tea drew

her cup to her large full lips then spit it out over Logan6‘s gray stripe. My

friends wanted to kill you, but I told them we could use you as a hostage at

least to your partner Konrac9, seeing as how sandmen don’t negotiate with

activists. The Propoganda of it all, alone could never be forgiven. You have

to rule physically and mentally as well, paralyzing the mind of your quarry,


turning them into 160 pounds of pure fear, a quivering mass of jelly, so

scared that they run right to you, pleading for their lives. This sign of fear,

this flash of gray in the crowd everyday and around every corner makes us

ask if that was a sandman tunic or stripe, freezing your quarry in their tracks,

inducing a panic stricken state of hysteria, completely giving into the fear their

minds. Inside we scream, but outside are immobilized. One thought goes

through our minds, Does he know I will run when my flower starts blinking.

Unlike you sandman I don’t want to hurt or kill you, but I will if you try to

Escape. This pad is soundproofed so don’t bother screaming or trying to

wriggle free when I take off your gag. Logan6 immediately asks, “Kill, why I

only terminate runners. Kicking Logan6 over to see her face she tells him,

“You just ice that mouth and listen up sandman. I know your deluded and

brainwashed with that “Death and destruction is an absolute for Change.”

garbage and I know you might sincerely believe what your doing is how it

should be, but I’m here to tell you. Your wrong! Let go of your hate. Mother

has twisted your mind sandman, stripped you of even your long forgotten

silliest dreams. “Oh you must be on some kind of crazy-lift. Mother knows

all and love us…” A loud crash echoes as Logan6’s body falls back down

as Marisa8’s hand smacks Logan6’s face hard. This is a deadly mistake for

Marisa8. Logan6’s middle finger is now able to reach the switch on his

emergency flare-up and he instinctively activates it. “ Your dead if you don’t

let me go right now.” sternly warning Marisa8. “Ha! I have plenty of time

before they ever find my concealed pad. and see…” showing a red palm

flower, not blinking. “I’m not a blinker so I won’t even register on the power

center’s screens.” smugly states Marisa8. “If I don’t check in, in 20 mins. an

alert will be issued for me and when they find you, you’ll be locked up until

Lastday.” “Mother Computer can engage her surrogattion on my mind all

she wants. My mind is free, I know the truth, I’m free from all of Mother’s

lies.” states Marisa8. “Leave now and I won’t tell anyone what you look like.

I don’t even know your name. Really I don’t want to see you get “killed”

needlessly. There are only two ways to die Flameout - If your not worthy of

renewal or Termination if your really not worthy of renewal. One for one,

one is born, one is then reborn or terminated. The boys back at DS HQ have

just seen a sandman flare-up here, 2 mins. ago. They should be blowing

a hole through a wall here any second now run.” warns Logan6 Marisa8

replies, “Lame trick sandman. “No, look. A blinking yellow light pulses as

Logan rolls over revealing it. Taking me as a hostage means my friends will

burn you, terrorist.” “Is that your wise justice that you carry on your tongue

Sandman. You sound more like a sleep tape. Your primitive thinking will only

breed inferior generations of sandmen or runners and your future brood will

only be dulled in wit. Let go of your hate, or is that all you have left. Reject

sleep and awaken sandman. Feel empathy, put yourself in the runners shoes.

It’s what makes you a human Logan, before I go Mother was right about one

thing, “Logic will save you.” and it is only logical to ask questions. Mother

and that gray tunic are choke collars that only choke out your individuality,

your dreams, your Schemes and the core of who you really are. “Flee

activist, while you still can, evade capture.”, says Logan. He really just wants

to give hope even if it is false to this female his sweat starting to pour, his

side racked with pain he asks himself, does she have a death wish? Why

hasn’t she left yet? It isn’t often Marisa8 has a captive audience let alone a

sandman for her diatribe so it’s hard to leave. That gray stripe represents an

even grayer existence inside a gray computerized prison. How can you even

say such things? Your not a sandman! “I know about your code, your

heroes like Gant 14. That butcher has nearly 10,000 kills and your famous

creed and motto “ The gnashing waves of gray, all the live long day. From

the gun there is none to save. We’ll have some fun when there’s a run to be

done, early in the day.” That Filthy propaganda is rotten to the core and

you’ve bought into it all, hook, line, and sinker. I know you didn’t stand a

chance with Mother replaying those tapes in your head every night

penetrating your mind since nursery, so I forgive you sandman. Mother layed

that propoganda trip on you like a sleep teacher with a stuck tape and on a

people overwrought with fear a little bit more each day, every time they saw a

another termination, so the older they got the more they wanted to forget

about it, losing themselves in their pleasures, burning as bright as they could

until Lastday. They are blinded by the brightness of their candle, forgetting

anything is wrong and nothing is for that brief moment until 10 days to go are

left when this stats to blink. It’s always someone else. “Take my gun and

shoot me then go on it’s what you want. I’m not stupid. I know I can’t fire

your gun as she throws it across the room. I could strangle you with my

Necklace. But I’ll give you your life sandman if you give me your word of

honor on your sandman oath that you’ll investigate what memories are your

own and which are Logans One through Five, if any at all. “Yes I swear I

will, but I’m proud of this gray stripe on my chest” cried Logan6. I won’t

sully it like my seed father Logan5, that deserter and destroyer of domes,

Why would his inferior memories be passed on to me? What would a

sandman that ran like a coward have to offer anyway? I hear he died outside

by Gant’s seed father oh and a Gant 8 is our watch Commander tonight so

you better get running. Marisa calmly asks, “Were Logans One through


Four’s memories all inferior too? Or don’t you have their memories in your

mind? One day this data might help you sandman. The ancient programmers

key to an overthrow of Mother Computer was that, “Survival cancels out

Programming.” this was said to be the only programming weakness to

exploit. Remember that sandman, survival cancels out programming. Mother

doesn’t seem so overwhelmingly invincible now does she? The life clocks

aren’t set right, humans could easily live for 120 years before the Domes and

Mother were built. Logan rebutts. “the Lifeclocks are precise. One for One,

One is terminated, One is reborn. Now Marisa8 shouting madly yells, “There

is no renewal you fool! Konrack2, Tyler4, and Zardal7, The rest of Logan6’s

squad have just finished hooking the last wire into place into the plastique

on the south wall, now hiding behind some furniture they set off the

explosives. A deafening roar and blast knocks over Marisa8. A quick blast of

Nitro gas keeps Marisa8 knocked out as Konrack unties Logan he whispers

good thing we got here first if Gant8 saw you tied up like this he’d have

Mother Computer demote you old buddy. Ha Ha! They both laugh wildly.

Hey what is she saying asks Konrack as Tyler and Zardal repeat it aloud,

Survival cancels out programming, the words start to sting Logan, the

damage has been done. Why would that citizen hang around talking to me?

She had a good chance to evade capture. Gant8 busts onto the scene when

they all are deciding what to do with Marisa8. “Good capture! Who gets the

capture?” asks Gant8. Simultaneously Logan’s squad says “LOGAN!” they

don’t want a capture black mark on their team record or their status goes

down along with their amount of allotted pleasures. Just then, Jeremy7

arrives with news that he burned one of the runner‘s everyone was after. So

what is that for you Jerr, 153 chides Tyler. “Hang on, Stickman Request east

arcade.” Central crackles back, “Copy J7.” Tyler, I’m approaching 3,000

terminations and 500 activist captures, I’ll be living in the super deluxe garden

suites of Quad T by the end of the month. Oh sighs Zardal, Have there been

a few thousand sandman on carrousell this week. All are laughing except

Jeremy. Gant barks out an order, “I’m assuming your shifts for the rest of

the night sandmen.”, Jeremy motioning, pointing to himself. “No not you

Jeremy! Logan have your squad take the activist to detention and surrogation

and get some rack time. Logan asks Gant, “Going for number 6,776 tonight

with an escaped runner still on the loose eh?” Gant perfectly reflects his seed

father’s shark-like smile as he laughs. Zardal laughingly states, “It’s only a

matter of time before you get a blemish on that record of yours. Nobody

has a perfect record forever.” “We can, if we try hard enough Zar, and

nobody ever better mess up my perfect record either!” threatens Gant8.

Logan laughingly retorts, “I don’t think anybody could even if they tried.”

“Get yourself cleaned up while your at it Loggie baby, I got all the screens

and if anything too dangerous pops up well, you‘ll just have to hear about it

tomorrow.” “Thanks you old scapper. Maybe you’ll get that rainbow ring of

renewal after all, around your neck kleeck! HA! Konrack says, “Man you

need a hydro massage bad partner, hey in all the excitement I forgot to do a

runner contents check can you frisk him for me before a stickman dissolves

him. “What are partners for?, partner, asks Logan. I‘m going right now.”

Knelling next to the expired runner Murphy3, Logan clears the contents out

from his pouches to find some sort of diagram with a key with number 33

etched into it, but not just any key, this looked identical to a sandman locker

key back at D.S.H.Q. As Logan stashed both items in his belt pouch he

seemed to remember a banned song some of the yellows sang as children.

The song had a rhyme to it, something about, 144 were reborn of or from the

storm and when they see a name in lot, highlighted in red, they would dread a

sacrifice was needed to stave off peril and save a barrel. Later at debriefing

Gant8 has announced his total is now at 6,776 and further asks rhetorically,

was there any doubt at all? Konrack whispers toLogan, “I had a key and a

gold coin I found as spoil and mother dissolved it into dust. Blast! Gant

interrupts, I know you boys had a rough night, but lets pull it together this

morning. Logan was now growing curious and more curious about this key

so before he’ll turn it in to mother for inspection he will make an indentation

mould of it’s full impression and make a copy the map. Logan was feeling

out of control lately and this would soothe his drive for power, for the

moment. Some cubs he burned a while back had a duplicate key to a

runners house and cleaned it out, but they were too dumb to have cast it,

because this was still going on months later. The keys were so good he

figured a cub had a stolen servo mechanism making them and he’d claim

that SM by hook or by crook, and make his copies before turning it in to that

mother- Mother. THIS IS MY LEAD IN TO MY GANT/ GANT'S SON STORYLINE. I

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- POWER CENTRE OUT. - GANT