A Digital Kumquat

By John Ward

In a stylish, luxurious, and rarified atmosphere, avant-garde weapons contractors market amazing, leaked CERN neutrino-beam technology to highest-level government officials - and in doing so also manage to introduce psycho-sexual methods and ideas well outside the boundaries of the commonplace or the expected, and with strange consequences. This is a highly upbeat adult form of fun-fiction but with an immensely serious undertone.
A unique element is the subtle, nuanced betrayal of deep insider knowledge that is certain to shock some readers.
Although very accessible, this book will particularly pique the experienced reader, who is often left sophistication-deprived and intellect-hungry throughout too many modern entertainments. It is ingenious, complicated, learned, full of shades of meaning and research, always pushing further...
Ultimately, it is also a little scary, especially in those sections where it delivers very visceral sensations from the clever application of modern psychodynamic understandings - although seemingly, as it is here, from 'just' mere words and text.
The concluding section containing the latest 'high' physics speculations injected into a fictional context of poker gambling, is absolutely stunning and required reading for any self-respecting professional gambler - and may well be of concern to not-a-few casino owners!

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Ward
• Release date: Nov 28, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465938770

John Ward

John Morris Ward is a professional architect and author. In addition to architecture and writing, he loves anything that has to do with water and the ocean, including sailing, scuba diving, fishing, and spearfishing. He lives in Tallahassee, Florida.

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A DIGITAL KUMQUAT

EXOTIC HYPER-SEXUAL PSYCHODYNAMICS FOR BORED RICH PEOPLE

(And revealing... The Samarkandian Wonderfruit Sex Confection)

by Incognito 2011

Published by Interdeq. Copyright YieldQWest 2011

Smashwords Edition

"For lust of knowing what should not be known,

we took the golden road to Samarkand."

James Elroy Flecker

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A Digital Kumquat

the best film...

…never made.

by Incognito 2011

(Translated from the French original text)

To: DJ/MP3 Playlist/Soundtrack Ed.,

Suggested music list, in story sequence order:

(Title/Production Design Sequence) Ebudae, by Enya

1. Pavanne, by Gabriel Fauré

2. Gregorian Chant – Veni Creator Spiritus, by Monks of Stift-Heiligenkreutz

3. Breathe, by Schiller feat. September

4. Bette Davis Eyes, Gwyneth Paltrow

5. At The End, by iiO

6. Carrera 2, by Three Drives

7. Let The Light Shine In, Darren Tate vs Jono Grant

8. Little Lies, by Fleetwood Mac

9. Piano Sonata No.3 in B minor, Op. 58 – Largo, by Fryderyk Chopin

10. Madagascar, by Art of Trance

11. Carly's Song, by Enigma

12. Gypsy, by Fleetwood Mac

13. Mercury & Solace, by BT feat. Jan Johnston

14. I See Right Through To You, DJ Encore feat. Engelina

15. Andromeda, by Chicane

16. Yala Habibi, by Sabu & Arabian Fantasy (Bellydance SuperStars)

17. If You Want Me, by Michael Woods feat. Imogen Bailey

18. 4 a.m., by Kaskade

19. Take Me Away, by Symphony of Strings

20. Book Of Days, by Enya

21. Ebudae, by Enya

22. Diving Faces, by Liquid Child

23. Still Rain, by Benz & MD

24. Falls Apart, Sugar Ray

25. Breathe, by Schiller feat. September

26. Headlights On The Parade, by The Blue Nile

27. A Thousand Miles, by Vanessa Carlton

28. The Emergency, by BT

29. Never Be The Same Again, Melanie C

30. This Love, by Craig Armstrong feat. Liz Fraser

31. Password Session, by The Connection Machine

*The front cover should be read to: 0. Friday Coffee, by Mango

(The experience of reading this work is enhanced by listening to the above suggested audio tracks.)

A DIGITAL KUMQUAT

a story by Incognito 2011

Cast:

Arms Dealer

French Commando

Dr. Vladek Zyzek

Principal Female Character - 'Karla Danvers/Ms. Marvel,' Karla Karaman-Chimay, 'Xenara'

French Government Ministerial Liaison

Monk

Marc Jarvis

Birkov

'Zini'

Table Of Contents

Prologue – The Pavanne By Fauré; An Entrance

Amuse Bouche

SECTION I

What Does Sophistication Mean?

Entrance To The Subtle World

"...Suddenly

SECTION II

Debriefing – Tell Me Lies...

SECTION III

The Velvet Underground – Gypsy

"OF THE MAN OF THE MOUNTAINS – OF HIS PALACE AND GARDENS

HOW THE OLD MAN USED TO TRAIN HIS ASSASSINS

HOW THE OLD MAN CAME TO HIS END

The Monk's Wine Suppers

SECTION IV

The Brazier & The Secret Of The Silk

"...The Brazier

The Secret Of The Silk..."

The Art

The Secret Of The Samarkandian Wonderfruit (The Garden Of Aida)

The Meaning Of Sophistication All Power Corrupts, Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely Lord Acton

SECTION V

Bernard-Henri Levy And Teilhard de Chardin – The Night Of The Ultra-Men

The Shee'nie Mea'th

Extraordinary, Very Extraordinary Rendition

The Portmanteau, Fold-Out Section

The Elaborate Constellations Of The Human Mind

Epilogue – Listening For The Poker Neutrino

Prologue – The Pavanne By Fauré; An Entrance

(Music track 1.)

The long shallow-degree curved road swooped gently away into autumnal-leaved thin forest stands between small farmlets and then travelled gradually deeper into a thick gorse brush-filled heavier forest of chestnut trees, and then into even more heavily-wooded still, fir-tree forested tight valleys.

Inside the low squashed down cabin of the cream-coloured supercar, the occupant peered into the twin tunnel-cones of bright halogen light projected half a mile forward into the night's and the fir-tree forest's darkness. He quickly caught and slid past a slow low-loader hauling a number of cut down young fir-trees for the coming new yule-tide. The automotive he drove was almost two million dollars of carbon fibre and hi-tech engine and mechanicals designed by a company called Polyphonic Digital for Citroen, the famous French sui generis of European, and indeed of world, motor car technology.

Light spatters of raindrops hit the sapphire crystal planar glass windscreen, first one or two droplets and then flurries in handfuls and then a constant and uniform light rain. The swishing tyres and the rain were the most audible sounds. The engine was almost soundless. Occasionally a deep burble, and a blow-off valve sound down the extractor system and exhausts, reached into the quiet cabin at a matching point in time to a gear change, or several automated gear changes in quick succession.

*

Out of the glove compartment, the driver extracted a tiny, very compact earpiece and pitot tube-style wireless voice communicator. ...The prior agreed protocol was brief and simple: if the other's marionette was imminently likely to harm or even lethally endanger yours, you could communicate directly with the 'enemy soldier,' and order him to 'stand down' and hold him off from causing serious harm.

In utterly wild and colourful juxtaposition to everything else, lay a crisp, sharp-edged, bright shiny Marvel Comics early 1940's original Ms. Marvel edition comic book – its wildly sexual hyper-manic front cover face upwards - on the passenger's seat next to the driver.

After a while the car came up to the entrance of a private road turnoff, with its huge black wrought iron gate, chained and padlock-closed, in the middle between two bookend concrete segments of old wall on either side. It was still raining fluently. He waited ten or twenty seconds and then sounded the quad array of klaxon horns. Their harmonized sounds seemed thin and echoey in the dark and rainy forest atmosphere and were quickly sucked away into the night's obfuscating vacuum.

(Music track 2.)

Presently a man in a monk's habit strode purposefully to the gate and unlocked the padlock and drew the chain away deftly. He ran back to one side in the still falling rain as the two halves of the iron gate swung back smoothly behind him through the function of some hidden mechanism. He signalled with an exaggerated arm movement for the car to come in and briskly the cream-coloured supercar passed through the gates and then snaked swiftly down the private road.

Amuse Bouche

(Music track 3.)

The polly perch is an extremely exotic and involved torture technique. In practice not well-understood by many, it was once referred to in an ITC-produced and widely-released film made in 1984 based on a real-life story – 'The Evil That Men Do.' The specifically malicious form of the technique itself was invented truly into the modern idiom by the dictator Rafael Trujillo Molina's head of security, and elaborated from various original Caribbean slaver's customary styles and habits and methods of bondage of potentially resistive human cargo.

Human experience in the complete history of Mankind is very vast and nothing if not complicated. And it is difficult to separate much of that indeed which makes humans unique - human invention and inventiveness - from a genius that is already at its core characteristically partially 'diabolic' in the sense of obscene, in what it is prepared to include in its scope of things possible.

A martini is hardly that much less of an elaboration of an obscene coersive technique if suppressing supervailing inhibitory layers of the will is the mere objective...

The danger of real perversion, is very implicit in the acts of those who are by no means innocent in purposing but only sexual themes inside the superficial forms of human tortures.

The girl whose cunt was exposed beneath the sophistication of the polly perch was losing fluids from the sustentacular cells and olfactory membranes in her mouth and nose. Saliva was building and occasionally dripping in a long line from her mouth to the floor. Unlike the completely malicious form of the perch, she was not suspended fully into the air, part of her lower back being propped up onto a very large well-padded purple satin brocade pillow on the ground. Capsaicin-loaded chemicals rubbed into the soft underarches of her feet were absorbed slowly into the bloodstream and transported up the legs and throughout the body. A secondary side-effect was a raising of the surface temperature and the initiation of a bitter salty strongly-odored sweat from the apocrine glands under her arms. The darker inguinal hairs around her genitals were lightly beaded with sweat and glinted in the glittery hot glare of the small stage luminaires focused purposefully onto her body. A male arm in a midnight blue skin-tight IonX compression material sleeve came close up to her face and sprayed aerosol ice gas at her mouth and nostrils, which flared as she recoiled with a vigorous shaking of her head.

Now try again, ordered the sonorous voice. "-has she been treading in an oak barrel of arbequina, hojiblanca, or picual. What type is that on her panties... The arm dangled black lace panties in front of her face. Suddenly the lights all went off and the panties' lace filigree-work glowed luminescent green in the darkness. Smells like jalapenos." She gurgled.

"Hello penis?! I don't think so." He said