Writing a fiction, again

W.Dragon made a telephone call to Dick, "Dick, I have an IQ test question: If you had made a contract with the seller of a real estate property, but you want to void the contract, what would you do?"

Dick wished to find out how to void the contract, so he made a phone call to me, "Agatha, I have an IQ test question: If you had made a contract with the seller of a real estate property, but you want to void the contract, what would you do?"

I answered, "I will try to find out if the real estate property has any illegal constructions, then I can tell the seller I want to frustrate our sales contract, because he did not tell me there are illegal constructions, that is cheating, the contract should be voided."

Dick was happy to tell W. Dragon.

The following Monday, Dick heard that W. Dragon won a case, he was named "the legend".

Dick wished to find out why W. Dragon suddenly became a superstar.

A judge told Dick, "W. Dragon made a precedent, he had voided a contract, so clever, arguing that the untruth contract terms and the illegal constructions make the contract illegal."

Dick went to W.dragon's office, and escorted him to the ATM withdrawing cash to pay for my consultation fees.

(I will not allow him to continue.)

Writing a fiction

"Agatha, it's Dick. My friend W.Dragon has a claim against him in High court, he needs your help, can you come?"

"Okay, when?"

"This morning 10 o'clock."

"Now is 8.30, it's a Monday morning, do you believe I can come on time? I don't even know his case."

"It's a very complicated case, can't tell you on the phone, come, at once."

I quickly change my clothes and calling for taxi, rushing to High Court.

I reach the ground floor of High Court at 9.50 a.m. W. Dragon is trying to delay the judge from coming to court room, and I am arrived the 15th floor at 10.10 a.m.

I don't even know the plot of this drama; not even know who is my litigant.

I sat down and start reading the document. It is a claim from a deceased's brothers against the deceased's only daughter, to take all of the deceased's legacy from her.

The deceased was a South African citizen, and so as all the parties including the deceased's brothers, and daughter are South African citizens.

The questioned legacy is a property, an apartment in Hong Kong.

The claimants want the apartment, because of according to the customary law of South Africa that no legacy shall be given to daughter.

Now is my turn to present my case, I stand up and start my defend arguments, "Your Excellency, according to Basic Law of Hong Kong, article 8, all the previous laws including customary laws shall be continued enforced in Hong Kong. However, only the customary laws of Qing Dynasty not the customary laws of South Africa shall be enforced. Though the parties are South African citizens, the property of this case was built in Hong Kong. And this court is in Hong Kong, therefore only the laws of Hong Kong are admissible in this court. If the claimants cannot present a Hong Kong case law or any Hong Kong law, which regulates only males of a family can inherit family's legacy; they cannot claim my litigant's property.

And the present Hong Kong Customary Law, that the New Territories aboriginal legacy law was changed, which allows all the children can inherit their ancestors legacy.”

We won this case.

Dick quickly go to the office room to talk about the apportionment of litigation costs.

I said quietly to Dick , "Never pay a single cent."

Then after everything was done, we are happily leaving High Court. Dick and I walking in normal pace, deciding on which restaurant we shall go, and W. Dragon shall pay for the feast. When we turn around, W. dragon and my litigant were disappeared.

Dick says, " W. Dragon told me this morning that she is his girlfriend, therefore he shall not pay you and I in this case. But at least he should pay for our late lunch."

(This will never continue again.)

Wormhole 2

I go to university to meet Professor Jones.
I tell him in his office, "Professor, have you ever experiment burning a candle? Such as having candle-light dinner with your girl, or girls?"
"No."
"Okay, I want to light a candle now, and please holding this fire extinguisher; I am going to light a candle."
I use a lighter to light a candle, and putting a pile of scraps of paper around the candle, covers it with a glass box that has holes on the bottoms of each side, making sure only oxygen goes into the box, not wind.
The fire creates air flow, attracts the scraps of paper, and it flies to the fire, and burning.
I say, 'This is why earth has gravity. The heat from the core of this earth attracts the outside materials. Moon's core is still burning, and that is why it has gravity, the gravity of moon and earth attracting each other, and so as the other planets in the solar system, attracting each other."
"What do you want to prove?"
"I want to prove black holes are formed because of this nuclear fusion; planet burning creates air flow, attracts all other materials into the core of this planet creates black hole."
"So?"
"When two black holes attracted to each other, they move towards each other, until they attached and a wormhole is formed. If I am going from one black hole to the other , I was only traveled the distance of the length of this worm hole. However, the black holes had been traveled a distance, because the air flow attracted the two black holes getting closer to each other."
"What do you want to prove?"
"I want to say that the wormhole is not a time machine or shortcut of space travel."
"I am very disappointed."
"One theory believed a human is made up of atoms; and by decomposed human into cells, they can transport a human to other space instantly.
It was wrong, even if a human is decomposed into atoms, transportation of the quantity of atoms of one human, the volume and weight is equal to a whole human."
"Your conclusion is?"
"No such thing as time traveling. One can't travel to another planet instantly."
(End)

Wormhole 1

I make a telephone call to Professor Mick Jones, "Hello Mick, it's Agatha. I want to build a laboratory, I need sponsors, is your university willing to build one?"

"What sort of laboratory?"

"I read books about the space machine 'Voyager 2', do you remember it was launched in 1977 August 20? In the future, 296,000 years later, it will be half way journey to Sirius. Therefore physical transportation in the space does not work, alien, if there was any, should not be coming by space ships. I want to make a 'wormhole' or there is another name, 'Einstein-Rosen bridge'. If you believe a sun after nuclear fusion, it will become gravitational collapse, a black hole is formed. When 2 black holes attracted together, a wormhole is form, in theory. A wormhole can be the 'time machine', or Teleportation machine."

"You want to make a nuclear bomb explosion in our laboratory?"

"No, I just want to form 2 black holes on earth."

"Not possible."

"I know this is Earth, we have gravity. And the capacity of an explosion is too small to create gravitational collapse."

"You have to find out how to create gravity, then create two gravity in one space, then you can create a wormhole. However you can walk in this short distance, you do not need a wormhole as a tunnel."

"I still need to work on my research, I am very busy now, and I am hungry, I need to cook, goodbye."

(To Be Continued)

Agatha vs A.I.

An artificial intelligence challenges me on a chess game. 

I had defeated it, in the Chinese chess games. 

It wants me to play Chess game, this time.

The A.I. developer did not know why I could defeat his software, I am thinking of should I disclose the secret of defeating an A.I.

If one day the A.I. turns bad to a rebel, I shall be the only person can destroy it.

And I know the A.I. developer did not check each step of my chess, otherwise they would have found out the defects of this software.

Okay, let me give you a hint: Rational vs Irrational. 

The software was developed according to the possible routes to win the game, A.I. could predict the plan of the chess player in each step. However, it could not predict an irrational player. 

I had only moved one step backward, the A.I. could not find out my possible playing plan, therefore it was lost in this game.

No more losing sleep?

However, to input all the non-logical movements of a player, you have to use a even bigger memory to predict my infinite possible routes, give it up, if I were you.

(End)

Wanting to be someone else

"Agatha, come to my party, meet me in the Queen's pier." Said Mr. F., a banker.
I had been eating instant noodle this week, I wanted a big feast.
So I quickly changed clothes, got into a taxi rushing to Queen's pier.
Mr. F's big yacht had two other guests. Anyway I jumped into the deck of his yacht, meeting the other guests.
I said, "Hello, I'm Agatha Rose, happy to see you."
A woman, "Hello, I'm Myosotis."
I asked, "Is it the blue flowers?"
Myosotis answered, "Yes."
The other guests stood up and said to me, "Hello, Agatha I'm happy to see you, too. I am a shareholder of the bank, just call me Tom, please."
Mr. F gave me a gesture, so I went to the captain, he gave me a note: "I don't know why Tom brings a woman with him, we are going to inspect the construction site of our new holiday house. It is the job benefit for the top level managers. Can you help entertaining her with your good sense of humor. I know you like the food from an expensive restaurant, I hope you can help me taking care of her."
So I quickly inspect the table, and then I start talking to the guests.
While eating the good food, I was talking to Myosotis, "Hong Kong harbor may be as beautiful as the other places, such as Melbourne, Sydney, London, San Francisco, and Portugal."
Myosotis said, "You have been to so many cities, sounds very interesting, I hope I had been there, too."
I asked, "Why don't you go and see by yourself?"
Myosotis looked not happy, did not make a sound.
I must have said something wrong.
When the yacht reached the outer water, police's ship getting near our yacht, and jumped into the deck, inspecting our identity card.
Myosotis showed her identity card, but I found out it was the older version. I had my identity card renewed to a new version in 1998. But she still using to old ID card.
She said to police that she came back not long ago, and will go to the immigration to have it renewed."
Police let her using the old ID card.
After police were gone, I asked Myosotis, "Where did you come back from?"
She refused to answer.
In the rest of the trip, she refused to talk to me again.
I took her glass with me when I was ashore. And I took her glass to the police. It was the police gave me a note before they left the yacht, telling me to take her glass to Central Police Department.
I was waiting inside Police Department, I hope we could find out something.
By scanning her fingerprints left on her glass; the super computer found out she was a prisoner and after released from prison she had committed suicide by jumped out of a building in 1980.
According to the name of her ID card, she has a surviving sister.
Police trying to contact her sister.
A few hours later, this surviving sister of the ID card came in. Telling police that her sister was disappeared and this woman using her sister's ID card. She was worried that this woman had been looking for her might kill her.
Police believed the decease found in 1980 was the ID card holder, but was replaced Myosotis' ID card, therefore was mistaken Myosotis was dead. And Myosotis had been using other's ID card until now.
Tom made a phone call to me, "Agatha, my friend Myosotis had transferred a sum of money to your bank account; I believed she had peeped, when I using Internet banking to transfer my payment to buy your jewelry. She can't use your bank account for money laundering. I had reported to police."
I will not forget her, Myosotis.
(End)

Agatha Rose's new home

After I sold some of my fictions, and other works to a film production company, I have enough money to re-build my home.
The construction company gave me a suggestion, I only have enough money to build a greenhouse. Glass is the cheapest building material, and the workmanship is the fast.
I feel like a rose in a greenhouse, not a melon.
Anyway, there is no other choice.
After one month, I shifted into this new home. I put all the books on the new book shelves, and I found one book, that was a gift from a publisher, "How to live a life; that can go to heaven".
As a science fiction writer, I want to prove there is a heaven and a hell. Or I have heard there are multiple levels of heaven and hells.
However as far as I know, heaven and hells are belonged to the ghosts, not human.
I start reading this book. It was written that lazy, greedy and hatred will go to hell.
And when gone to hell, none of them can come back.
I ask me, "Do I hate anyone?"
Professor Mick Jones drives his car arrives my front door. He bought many boxes, inside which are instant noodles. I need this, I am hungry.
Suddenly a thunderstorm, the raindrops hitting my glass roof, very noisy, the gutter collects rainwater into big cement pots. I suddenly come up with an idea, I take out a book from the shelf, opened it and let Mick read it. It is the book of wind power. That is a page recorded James Blyth's electricity-generating wind turbine. And a photograph of this machine was taken in 1891.
It was a vertical axis wind turbines.
I want to install such a machine in a horizontal way, just like a watermill. When rainwater drops into the cups, it turns the watermill; and when wind blows into the cups, it turns the watermill. Therefore on rainy days,  or on windy days, the windmill will generate electricity.
This small Ferris wheel, the cups will lift up water until one cup reached the top, water inside that cup will pour out, and the power of poured water will push down the other cup (the cup that is in front of it). And when the cup reaches the lowest, it will lift up water from gutter.
Mick and I started to make a prototype  with bamboo, trying to experiment.
However, the sun comes out; and no wind.
And Mick made my home messy when making the watermill.
From now on, I will only make prototype in Mick's home.
(End)

Never to be a Peony or Camellia (2)

In my dream, I was in a hall, a competition was going on, one of my teachers in my course, she told me to look for our teammates, the selected and the standby teams.

They should come with our assistant, he was responsible for calling taxi, making sure they would come on time.

I went outside the university campus, walked to the main gate. I saw our student assistant was sitting on the pavement, arms embracing his knees, he was crying. Then I looked at the taxi, a seven seats van, the driver, the selected team (Peony and Camellia) were loss of consciousness sitting on the front roll. Their faces and foreheads were bleeding, and the front window of the van was broken.

Then I walked to the side of the van, I found the backup team (Elan and Gene) were crying at the middle roll.

While I was calling police, my teacher, Linda, rushed to the van and urged the backup team to ran back to the hall for competition.

And then I was inside the hall, I saw the boys were crying, and they had scored the lowest in this competition.

I woke up.

I pray to Jesus that I wish this accident will never happen.

I go to law school,this afternoon.  I've heard that Linda wants a second year student participate as helper, so I go to her office room and applying for the job.

It is the lawyer skills competition, and will be held on Easter Holiday at a law school of New Zealand.

Linda told me about the selected team, and the backup teams, they are the final year students; and an assistant, a first year student.

I met them in my dream.

Linda gave me the job, the first thing I need to do is to alter the tickets, because the organizer of this competition decided to change the date of this competition, one day earlier than the original schedule.

We have to take a flight from Hong Kong to Sydney Australia; then transit to Auckland, and then take a flight to Christchurch, and then take a flight to Hamilton, and then take a flight to Dunedin. If all the flights are on time, it will take us 24 hours to get there. We booked a van pick up us from the airport, deliver us to the hostel near university.

We are in the Hong Kong airport taking the 10 pm flight, (Hong Kong time) ; the next day we arrived in the university of New Zealand dinner party at 10 pm, (New Zealand time).

According to the original time schedule, first round competition should be held on Wednesday. Now changed to Tuesday. Early in the morning, the first year student, our assistant forgot to book a taxi. And the taxi company said that the only van is very busy this morning. Therefore, I am the only one got up early and took breakfast. We must run to the university.

We made it on time, and lucky enough the organizer provides us tea at 10 am.

The girls cannot get into the second round, I am relieved.

I sleep well at night.

The next morning we need not rush to the competition hall, so we walk slowly.

In the afternoon, the first year student tells me, "Taxi company gave a telephone call to me, asking me if we had booked the van this morning. They thought that we were in the van. It was smashed, the van hit the back of a big truck, the van driver was dead."

After the Easter Holiday, class as usual.

Elan asked me if I have any photograph of the trip?

I have to tell him the photo shop lost my camera film negatives, they gave me a new roll of camera film as compensation.

He told me all the camera film negatives were lost, which including Linda's, the girls', the boys', mine, and the first year student's.

The only photograph we have is the group photograph on the buffet dinner party on Tuesday night. It was given by the organizer.

(End )

Never to be a Peony or Camellia (1)

As a novelist I love reading famous authors' works, such as well known Chinese opera "Peony Pavilion"; and French Opera "La Traviata"; these women were as if beautiful flowers but had tragic lives.
As a water ink painter, I like to draw flowers, bloom, not Van Gogh's flowers.
I am a science novelist, and always want to write ghost stories. I want to find out the existence of soul, and the human foreknowledge.
This is a story about a ghost, he loves to take photographs, some may see him, some may not. Why does he want to appear on the newspaper front page?
It was not long ago, a company placed an advertisement on newspaper's front page, some readers saw a translucent image of a man. He looked sad, but dresses well.
I don't like ghost, I don't want to encounter any ghost, because my "radio waves" rejects ghost's "radio wave", I don't feel comfortable with ghost.
And that is why I want to know how to keep them away from me.  I want to find out what does ghost afraid of ?
In "Peony Pavilion", the ghost girl or her soul went into her corpse, she came out of her coffin and lived again.
Sounds so much like the most of us on Friday. Anyway, I want to know more about finding the holy spirit to get rid of the ghosts, and getting the foreknowledge; but how to do it?
I went to a church, I talked to a Priest, "I can see some things that others can't see."
Priest, "Jesus saw them, too."
I "Jesus could get rid of them, I can't."
Priest, "Invite Jesus to help you."
Priest told me to pray one paragraph three time a day. And that will keep the ghosts away.
I asked Priest, "Did Jesus taught you the foreknowledge?"
Priest, "Why do you need this?"
I said, "Not to make mistakes."
Priest, "Pray to Jesus, you may know."
I went home and started my routine praying.
Last night, I dreamed of a car crash.
(To Be Continued)