ARCH 3 CHPT 4

“…who’s gun’ run this town tonight…”

31 Dec 2019, Party O’ Clock

Povoado, Favela

Brasilia, Brazil

Party plans tonight at the poblado spot for Pagpag and Bander.

Bander pre-imagines the future environment he expects to walk into.

{The familias all around there specialize in fun and safe adult mingling and games.
Easy.  No biggie.  There’ll be chicks there looking to connect as well.  Find someone that feels like a match, get to know each other, feel each other out, rub bodies to music, mingle, and take it from there.  I can do this. 

It’s like a bar meets bachelor parties at community scale.  An adult playground or something, just go in there, play nice with others, and make some friends.  …gotta be careful.  Everybody knows who you getting it on with, anything goes wrong the community would know and respond.  A failsafe of sorts.  sexy time here has community support, involvement and protection.  Rapists, liars and stalkers get found out fast, consent and false accusations was something they took seriously in all aspects of their relationships, it was a solid system and it helped take a lot of shame and risk out of sexing and helped people both hook up and move on…          …their chatty cathy networks is really a massive security system, these older folks seem to be running it the hardest, always looking out their windows and probing around, always ready to call people out as good people or someone to watch out for…      …rep is so fkn important here…} 

Bander is finishing up his hot shower. 
He’s been lost in thought soaping his crack, groin and armpits for 10 minutes now.
Surprisingly, Mama ‘Berta hasn’t come by knocking on the door telling him to hurry it up and to stop wasting the water.

{…sht, these mfs also like to gossip about performance, like some kind of underground sexiest of the sexiest olympics competition out here or something…  …pick up and show up game is being tested…   …overheard some dudes get called out for being too flacid or not lasting more than a couple of minutes…   …or even taking too long.  Sht, one bitch complained that she was expecting her partner to double tap after he had already tapped out and rolled over.  …That ain’t right. Fk these girls expectations out here, i’m already being set up for failure…     …if I even get lucky tonight, what sht they gonna say about me?..    I haven’t been with anybody in something like, 9 months, do I even know how to fk anymore….     …did I ever even know how to, it’s not like i ever asked after…     ….am i even able to make someone else feel as good as they could make me feel?     …fk, if I don’t do good in this, gonna get a bad rep in this department.  worked hard for this demming street cred I have so far.  Everybody treats me nice and respects me extra because of it and i like that.  ..urgh, i don’t want to be known as a limp dick or something out here…   …fk that title, rather be minute guy, i mean, there’s got to be lots of chicks that appreciate quickies maybe…   or something…   fk, i don’t know sht…        …But yeah though, if I do good, that’s gonna be fkn awesome.  That would be some good fkn branding fo’ sho fo’sho.  Hope some of those spicy brazileira girls I’ve seen and waved at around here show up by chance, that would make it easier on me.     ….no wait, would it, fk, that would be awkward if i got with any of them and bumped into them again while running errands or something.  Intimacy adds a lot of dimension and weight to relationships…    …Fk, should avoid girls i know then and start from zero to keep a fling at zero…    …yeah, that would be smarter…       …but why does it feel like it’s missing something.  Whatever, smarter is better.  get in there and demming mang it!  sht, sht fkn pagpag man, i mean bander it.  fkn BANDER it!    how’d i’m gonna let that mf get in my head like that….    …speaking of in my head…      …that 3d printing shop Puerto rican cougar mami was gostosa af..   ..yeah,she’s packing the goods…   …would be cool if she showed up.  She got that serious look to her and is hard to make laugh, but that makes her spicier somehow…    …what exactly is it about her…    …what’s her name again}

He checks himself out in the mirror, compromising with himself on what he thinks he and others would find attractive.
Practices looking at what his smile would look like, if he laughs at a joke or something.
{nah nah, take it easy, not so much teeth.  it’ll look like you’re faking it..   ….i am faking it right now though, even if i got the teeth ratio right…    ….i’m kind of attractive i think.  Definitely not ugly.  All this work out here has made me buff and tan af.  fkn right yeah.  look at that bod hold itself up right on that homoerectus sht.  imma lean mf.  Just let your body take over when the time comes, gotta trust your body more.  Fkn look at that, i’m ripped like jesus}  

Bander does muscle poses in front of the mirror.

Just another animal practicing self-awareness.

{If my hair is left damp it’s going to smell bad after a bit. 
Dry it up proper to the scalp and add some of this skala sht Pagpag and Mama ‘Berta use. 
I can have an excuse for not being attractive, but i don’t have an excuse for smelling bad. 
good smells are desireable out here.   …I can deal with a 3 or a 4 at this point, it’s been that long.  No fkn way i’m getting with no stanky ass bitch though that’s for fkn sure.
Speaking of which, brush teeth and hurry up, finally gonna go explore and adventure and have a fkn change of life pace tonight.
If i do good and all goes well…    …maybe Pagpag will do it more often, maybe even trust me in going out by myself nearby. 
Everybody out here seems to be getting a better work-life balance than me, not fkn fair…  
…ask Pagpag to borrow his cologne…       ….i don’t have sht of mine in this bathroom except my toothbrush..   
 ….i need my own fkn space and bathroom, i hate this no privacy sht.  I want my own sht, my own place.  There’s gotta be a way}

The poblado spot was one of many open adult recreational areas.

The live, love, laugh ideas there were

Work hard.  Play hard.  Party hardy.  Pura vida.

Bander gets his news and gossip from the worksite watercoolers, smokepits and Mama ‘Berta’s chats with her friends and neighbors.

{ …gotta watch out for any fighting or jealousy dramas or over drinkers over there maybe.  They culturally look at that as emotional immaturity so gotta watch myself as well, don’t need that manchild image on me, nobody will believe me if i ever need to plead my case out here…   ….I haven’t been drinking since the injury, but doc said I should be okay.  I didn’t take any headache medications today.  I have to be careful not to make a scene or anything.  Or a mess…    …no, don’t take your fkn bag…    …no way is Mama ‘Berta going to tell me to take it, it’ll make me feel stupid.  fk that, don’t say nothing, she fkn gets it, she won’t say anything about it, she’s not that petty…       …can’t go over board with the alcohol.  Can’t go around saying sht I shouldn’t be saying…   …or throwing up or shtng myself, that would be nasty.   
Can I even handle my alcohol anymore.  Is that going to fk my libido up or make it better?  Should I not get drunk and stay alert…  

….fk, I just wanna relax and have a good time like anyone else in this world, why am I so worried about that.  Fk is wrong with me…   …So much sht still to do.  Aircrete has been working great but there’s still too much heavy manual labor for those larger batches.  Need heavier equipment.  Sht.  Why am I thinking about that now, I’m supposed to be worrying about having a good time…  I’m not supposed to be fkn worrying about any of this work and homelessness sht…    …besides, smokey mountain and all other poverty blights weren’t sht anymore.  Just an obstacle on it’s way out, only a matter of time… 
…Everything is fine, we’re all working on it.  We’re a collective.
This was it, we did good.  We can rest tonight.  I can rest tonight.  2020 is going to be fkn different, sick of this sht, we’re winning this war…   …Never thought I’d be on this side of the fkn fence.  
 All is good here.  We’re safe.  You’re safe.  For now everything is safe.  Fkn  forget about it.  Stop. Fkn. Worrying}

 

Bander keeps worrying and imagining what the poblado will be like.

{A scene in the poblado means everybody was going to be involved in the breakdown of what happened, and if you were in the wrong, the whole town would know and stop and ask what were you thinking…   …they would match your story to what they heard from others…     …sht, Mama ‘Berta would drill me on how I managed to go to a place meant for relaxing and having a good time and find a way to fk that up and get kicked out.   that wouldn’t be a good look at all.  It was a bad reputation to start having.  Hurts your social capital.  No way am I going to want to face Mama ‘Berta if I fk up out there, shts shameful.      …this would be the third time Pagpag takes me out of District 9.  Mosa’s rules are not followed strictly by him and Mama ‘Berta never contradicts him on it.   Does this affect me.  Am I supposed to say no to him.  Will Mosa be mad at him or me.  Will she be mad and take it out on me if she hasn’t found her kid yet.  If she does, will pagpag lie and say I was the one who wanted to go out or something.  Dude is tough and stand up and all but at times it seems like he is afraid of her, no telling what people will do or say when they are afraid. 

Fk fk fk, don’t over think it.  Just, have a good time tonight.  Despite everything you have been lucky.  Live your best life until Mosa gets back, what better plan do I have.  Laugh now cry later, not going to let her take this fun time that I earned. Fk that.  Gotta fkn own my time any way I can, even if it has risks.  Do I wanna have a good time or not.  Fk what mosa thinks…   …fk that bitch….      [Bander feels his hands shake a little]    …that fkn pestle though…  …had to hide away when Mama ‘Berta was making us mofongo.  I’m fkn triggered by a mfn kitchen appliance…  …I’m so fkd up.  I know i’m so fkd up.  This will help.  Going out tonight will help.  This is good.  Meeting someone will help.  Getting it on will help.  Connecting is good and will help… }

Bander and Pagpag are prepped up for the event.

Both are looking forward to it.

Both guys have their hair jellied and trendy.

Amped.  They got their haircuts that day.  Styled and trimmed their beards. 
Shaved up their nuts with the coco-butter follow up. 
They put some James Bond cologne on their wrists, necks and elbows.

In their well-lit room for two, they were clean and fresh and halfway dressed just about ready to go out and celebrate the year away. 
They had done good, it’s been a long year for everyone.

Bander’s aircrete promo had caught on hard and fast.
The multi aircrete formulas and project waves were a smash hit everywhere.

The shipping container aircrete mobile home idea was well received by everyone and they were starting to build houses and other innovations using this technique with each other.

The Favelas all around were celebrating this year end miracle.

The aircrete was dramatically helping improve everyone’s quality of life.

New innovations were bubbling up every day.

Clone molds of hard to get vehicle and equipment parts were made and metal ignots were melted down locally to manufacture this gap fill. 
Some guy named honeydo proved they could melt steel more readily now at home shops with his prototype furnace.

Expedient aircrete dome homes and storages popped up using rebar and cloth.

Pagpag developed fast aircrete pizza ovens molds, they were easily loaded in the back of pick up trucks for pizza parties for the frontline crews.
On one of those lines was Chef ‘Berto and doc hooking it up with the best arepas venesolanas…    …and veggie-fruit-mushroom pizzas.

They covered zinc roofs with it, chilling homes everywhere instantly. 
They made functional solar chimneys.
Aircrete was being used as toilet/incinerator hybrids for human waste management. 
It advanced many of the heat battery and steam punk experiments that were going on.

Everyone thought it cool that Aircrete floats. 
Rumor has it boats and miniature community island concepts were being splashed around.

The flagship of it all were the aircrete shipping container homes with or without trailer hitches.  
It housed any single person comfortably, a guaranteed safe space.
If it broke, it was easy to repair.

You could scream in it, nobody would hear you with the doors closed.
You could fart in it, and the smell would stick around for weeks if you didn’t ventilate.
Easy to up-keep, clean, maintain, organize.
Paintable.  Some heavier formulas were polishable.
It defied the brutal external elements; sun, rain, wind, and oxidation.
It was the perfect universal modular shelter.
Could add doors and windows anywhere on it.

These containers also carried tools, hydroponics, entertainment, books, workshops, makeshift kitchens and bathrooms and all kinds of homely innovations inside of them.
This was a major breakthrough.

Bander and Pagpag’s build crew, as well as many of the others, ended up using the winning open source aircrete formula from an illiterate indigenous field worker and his supportive wife and children.  They were cocoa pickers from tribes that have been continuously attritioned against and capitalized on by mammon giants for centuries.  Tribes that invented chocolate. 

Their remaining ties to the land were split up with barbed wire, declared government property backed by law and order, taxed, and then sold from underneath them to private entrepreneurial corporate business conglomerate global investment hedge fund stockholding legal limited liability entities.

They put their generational fury and heartbreak into this spirit bomb aircrete sauce; it came out quality.
Their humble way of pushing back against those shapeless lifeless tax gods that ruined their lives accountability and consequence free. 
Timeless lifeless giants with legal powers and police and military protection don’t have to worry about the little people. 
Wage slaves, doesn’t matter how much money they have, they have no army, they have no weapons, they are disorganized, superstitious and weak. 
They have no will power to fight real power.  They are not a threat.
There were no familias back then to stand up for them.

Bander continued thinking subconciously over all the aircrete advancements that were made and how ingenious that aircrete formula that dude’s family had created.
{The live lough love motto out here is that everyone on earth rates their own space to rest.  If you build it, they’ll be homed.
No questions asked.  No time for nonsense delays; only time for giving.  Providing.  Protecting.  Responding to prayers.
You don’t have a home.  You want a home.  We will build your home.    …hold our fkn beer.

Familias all around were learning to make their own mobile shipping aircrete homes and made some for others.
It cost the worth of a square metal frame, aircrete walls and wheels under it.

Ventilation came from bottom floor vents and left through the top, following the heat always rises cycle. 
Two or more of these aircrete home containers could be placed near each other, creating larger living spaces that retained easy breakdown and portability.
They could be stacked up like Lincoln logs if needed to create fast mini-buildings.  Modular architecture was an option as well.

The community had mobility now for higher level threats.
They could caravan with their familias and entire neighborhoods if they wanted to.

Reposition and relocate their lives at will. 
Pikey Gypsy power and autonomy.
fk yeah, i’m part of all this, and what}

Confidence around the favelas were at all time highs.
{If there was a big rainstorm incoming, they could temporarily shift out and avoid mudslides with their friends, families and properties intact. 
If caught in a mudslide, they were safer inside one of these than what they had before while the rough times passed over…   …or go on an intense ride with their sht if their floating homes get carried downstream somewhere.

If a military or other armed gang group was incoming, they could evacuate themselves if needed.  
Or clap back and use their own homes as forward base cover.

This was substantial power and leverage that the familias now had, they knew it, they appreciated it.  This was a biggly deal. 
Prayers were being answered everywhere.  Calls for celebration.  Everyone is feeling good.  I’m feeling good about all this.  I got this}

Bander put on a light coat of baby powder and was readying up his best shirt from the clothes hanger bar he added to his canopy bed. 
Pagpag is clipping his toe nails in his boxer briefs on his raggedy bed in his corner of the room.

Bander tries taking his mind off himself by approaching Pagpag with chit-chat. 
Take his mind off his pre-party jitters and all these home crete projects going around.   
Banders has always been curious about his tattoos, never felt the time was right to ask.

“Yo Pagpag, what are all those names on you…   The tattoos…   …been meaning to ask you.  That’s a lot of names I noticed. 
I just thought that was interesting and stuff.  You open to talk about it?”

Pagpag takes a moment and displays himself.

Pagpag is covered in elaborate tattoo artworks and quotes and warnings and names all over his body.
Bullet and stab wound scars break the flow in some areas.
Bander was referring to the nuanced lists blended between the inkwork.

Pagpag points to a list on his left chest.

“These names were Familia from long time ago, before these new familias show up mang…
It ist list of mi old familia.  When ehm…  I lose everything before, I lose all.  I came there, smokey mountain.  No where else was okay, nowhere else had space.  nowhere was safe, there only place i can go.  I went alone, afraid.  I had no home, no food, no agua, no love; only little pagpag kid, no money, I look like little skeleton bones with skin, nobody do anything for me.  Friends came to me from inside the trash lands.  They find me.  They become my new home, food, agua, love. 
They don’t know me.  They help me.  We get to know each other.  We help together.  eat together.  fun together.  fight together.  survive together, that always number one. 
Before I lose…    …before Ursa Blanca.  This was my familia inside circle…

We had 23 mang.

Pagpag points to a list of names.   22 scratched off except for Renato Jitmoud.
“After we starting lose people to suicide..    …muito overdose…     …popo porcos…   …jealousey drama psychos, we made lists of each names. 
Reminder, what is real. 
Where we come from.  family.

I see names.  Names are teachers.  I see…    ….I see names and remember many lessons mang.

I lucky mang.  
I lucky and unlucky.
Name on my skin important.  Bigger than Pagpag.”

The mood feels bummer and sulked.

Pagpag brings it back.

“But look mang, look here mang.  After lose family.  After ursa blanco. 
This what I have now and is good too”

He points to his large left bicep.
There is a list there with no cross outs.

It reads Renato Jitmoud 
Mama ‘Berta
Chef ‘Berto
Leonna  
Tolo Porra – Demming.

The name demming was still a little red from being freshly added.

{oh, no sht.  Didn’t notice that before.  Can’t believe that mf put me down like that…    …That’s nice I guess?  Fkd up…    …funny, but fkd up.  don’t know exactly how to feel about all this.  Wait, am I there because he wanted to put me there, or because of Mosa he had to put me there or something…  ….damn that’s fkn weird to think about. 
Fk that, not going to bother asking, don’t even know how i would approach that}

Pagpag continues.

“I had add you, because Leonna ask me to treat you like you like special [Pagpag points to his left chest of scratched off names] or else no worry about help her. 
I say to her I worry.  I help back.  Reciprocidade.

I add deming, because you earn name and respect.  You help thugs mansion.  You boss mang.  You big boss mang.

You get respect.  You get respect.  You get loyalty.”

Pagpag continues to show his lists.

Pagpags ribs and outer thighs were full of names Bander didn’t recognize.

“And these almas.  I protect and they protect us.  small distance.

We take care each other.  like, close big circle.”

{not that many names left.  Got lines all over the place there. They’re probably the people outside spying on me making sure I get caught if I try to escape or something.  How good could those people left be at catching me if I ran away.  Not that many people though, the favela is a big place.  I thought he had more people out there.  I can still try to escape all this.  Any attack or extreme weather or something could be chaos, escape is more likely then}

Pagpag redirects Bander to the vibe of the evening.

“Ready mang?  Musica, drink cerveza, perua gatas gostosas?

You like ehm gostosas ehm?”

Bander nods mischievously and tries not to slip a sly smile.

He’s nervous.  Will he be able to meet someone.  Would they be interested in him.  Find him attractive?
Many girls have been flirting with him at times, but he doesn’t know if he’s picking up mixed signals or signals that are not there.
{that 3d shop girl is spicy…   …she seemed interested the other day, was she just being nice though.  Everybody is nice and flirty out here..     …fkn latino culture with their sexy friendly flirty talk}

It was only recently, after getting some attention from nearby women he was familiar with, that he started to get back into thinking about things like that. 
Possibility of intimate relationships.  Pleasure.  Flings.  Sustainability.  Probability.

He knew something was busted in his head, and he needed to work on it.  
He didn’t want to live a life afraid to get intimate again.  He wanted to give it a try and heal.

It didn’t help that he didn’t know where his captors stood on that, and there was no way he was going to ask either of them about his wants, needs, desires there. 
He just assumed he was restricted.

Pagpag insisted on going out and celebrating tonight.  It’s been a hell of a year.   It’s okay to live and celebrate.
Bander was down with that vibe.

This is a great opportunity.

Bander continued worrying.

{not getting with anybody tonight would suck, and knowing Pagpag he’s gonna say something about it.  Start giving tips or some unsolicited advice or some sht…   …who’s he kidding, Pagpag doesn’t have no fkn game, he literally spends all his time hovering around me speaking to random folks.  I can get it.  Bander can fkn get it get it.  Picking bitches up without money and high ticket gifts and dates can’t be that hard.  If anything it should be easier, without the money part just keep charming until they…   … Fk, I’ve never practiced picking up without throwing my money and bling around.  This fkn tommy hilfigure shirt isn’t exactly boosting my swag and dick swing tonight either.  Fk man, i’ve never closed for real before.   I’m not ready for whatever is out there.  fk.  It’s alright.  Just go.  go and be you.  Go and be genuine or some sht, whatever the fk that means.  Whatever, yeah, I’ll fkn show up and be me, that plan is good.  Be you.  Just show up, be you, be cool, and everything will-}

Pagpag farts loud and freely.

Chuckles some as he swooshes the sht air away from him.

“uuuuuuuuf!  Fedorento!  Haha!”.

{fkn hate this guy…     i so fkn hate this guy…     …so glad I got this forever fan on.  I need my own mfn aircrete house}

Pagpag finishes getting dressed.

“okay okay mang, we go, we have fun.  You be safe.  Yous is handsome mang.  Yous is nice person mang.  You find someone interest in you, is nice to you, and want celebrate goodbye year with you, that good thing.  Here, it dangerous out there.  Is protection, you never know.  Bad things everywhere.

Here, you take two.  Nao nao.

Take three.  You know, just in case.  Trust me mang, demming mang not want gonorrhea.

Pagpag gives him 4 condoms.

“…Thanks man…”

{fkn weirdo….    ….i don’t want ghonorhea though…     ….thanks man}

They look each other up and down.  Check each other out.
Like brothers.
One fixed a irish pennant on the other.
the other corrected the other for having his shirt collar sticking up in the back.
They gave each other a thumbs up and walked out feeling boss.

Mama ‘Berta showed Bander his trash bag before he stepped out and Pagpag took it for him, telling Mama ‘Berta off laughing that that was mean and fkd up of her.

They strut their stuff to the bus stop.

Get bussed with bus randos.

Then continue to strut through the poblado.

Its bumping.  Lively.  Music blasting.
Pagpag made it a point to avoid the extra loud music places.

Festivities and invitations from groups and house parties everywhere along the streets.

They got to their spot and there was an all white Toyota Land cruiser parked with a mob around it and it’s hood up. 

They were admiring the specs, custom work and chattering about the owner possibly knowing Cassandro.

They went from drinking and mingling in one of the open air community centers to a private house, second floor, smaller setting, full of bodies, open rooms.

Bander saw some familiar faces and felt paranoid that people around him were talking about him.

They got themselves some more locally crafted familia beers and home grown smokes.

It was good shyt.

Bander wasn’t going to be the awkward corner party guy.
Stayed loosely close to Pagpag making small talk looking around.
Bander was not intending to hang around his handler the rest of the evening; didn’t want to be that guy neither.
Ventured out on some songs he kind of liked and grooved to it and came back. 
Pagpag did the same, once, early on.

{okay, okay.  That’s fkn awesome Pagpag.  You fkn suck at dancing.  Makes me feel better about myself, I’m definitely not that bad…   …no way is this guy ever going to talk game to me, even if I don’t get any tonight.  Wish I could use my phone and record this sht…      …miss my phone}

At the scene unseen some special interest groups were forming and circling Bander. 
They mixed in and blended around the crowd like a pack of ninja hyenas. 
Observing him, feeling out if he came with anyone.  Asking around, probing, confirming.

The clueless Bander gets more comfortable on the dance floor.  More tipsy and easy going.  There were some games he joined in at times on some tables.
Then bounces off and dances with some random women that popped up here and there.  The short-circuiting was heating his toaster.
He was getting dance floor ping-ponged and that was fine by him.  Pop-tarts.

{Good times good times.  Really feeling these beats.  that jane was dope.  Hope we get another reggaeton song soon soon or soon what.  that’d be nice. 
Ah sht, if they put a merengue on it’s fkn on.  Gonna run this spot.  Bitches better be ready to be impressed like yu-huh}

Pagpag leaves Bander to his shining and retreats off to the side nearby speaking to a local popular guy, Carmelo. 
One of those folks that knows a lot about everyone, what they like and don’t like, what their life’s like, because everybody feels comfortable dumping their stuff on him and he’s all about it.  A social butterfly people’s person that Carmelo.  A great listener.

Carmelo is giving Pagpag the lowdown on the hungry hungry succubaes circling up on Bander.

At the scene.  DJ ‘Nanda is mixing in some Puerto Rican flavor to the backdrop.

{ahhhhh sht yeah this is great.  Music is bumpeeeeeeeeeen’!!!  That’s a real dj doing real dj board stuuuuuufff.  haha!  yeah yeah!
ooooooh snap is this for fkn real man! it’s for fkn real yo!  She’s doing this.  The fkn dj coming down that dj box thing for me.  She likes my moves!   I got fkn game! 
Homegirl got fkn moves!   Groovy dj bitch fk yeah!!!!     She’s cute af toooooooo.   She’s dancing with me yeah!  fkn right, i’m fkn special!  She can get it, she can fkn get it!  Bander’s back!}

“…♪te colaste en mis suenios

sin pedirme permiso!

Me cambiastes los planes

me enamorastes

Sin previo aviso♪…”

Carmelo laughs with Pagpag at Bander style having fun out there.

“…Gringos dance funny…”

Pagpag gives Carmelo a fist nudge, then points gently with his beer bottle to the attractive Starbucks mermaid looking girl who keeps looking over to Bander.

“That one sitting in the corner with the watered down drink is Lourdes, from the 3d shop.  Don’t think she will be getting close to him tonight.  She is like a la…  eh, falsa baiana yo!“

They giggle at the pun.  
She’s been daring herself to get close to him all night, sometimes going on the floor trying to make a move.
Because she was timid of getting closer and standing out more Bander didn’t notice her.

Carmelo shakes his head and his tone changes to openly jealous.

“That one over there, with the bom bom bom boms is Monica.  She opened…   eh.  [checks his phone].  She makes hyperbaric oxygen therapy.  She use aircrete to make her own pressure tanks.  She use…  [checks his phone again] electrolysis to get oxygen.  She help build here for everyone, free health and age booster now Pagpag.  Outside, she charges big money and uses to bring in metals in this poblado area.  Many people want to live forever.  Doctor familias and old people familias are using also.  it help muito muito…”

He discreetly points out another one.

“Fiesta shirt and cintura tight jeans over there is Erika.  She was banker.  She and her son lucky.  She was scammed last year out of all her money.  Internet.  She get o help.  She used the taxlander legal system to ask for help.  They make her wait.  She wait.  They say no help after a long time.  She finally lose everything last month, little bit she had went to lawyers and appeals.  Appeal didn’t work.  Her cousines in favela here make her aircrete home and bring her in, even though she no speak or see them for many years.  They make a new familia and no one steal their house, food, and time no more.  You guys did good Pagpag.  You did good…”

Pagpag nods while watching over Bander and speak proudly of him.

“Aquele demming mang smart.  Big smart.  Mosa say Cassandro say he smart.  Only look at few papers and phone inside and Cassandro know he smart.  Can solve problems if he want.  Any problem mang…   He has…   …many imaginations.  We need many imaginations to fix big real problems. 
We lucky mang.  Mang like demming can see future.  He see future, he tell us, we can build future mang.  Then we win mang.”

Carmelo says respect and continues gossiping.

“The tall and short one with the tamborito looking like dresses are Rita and Tina.  Roommates.  Rita make bat houses out of aircrete.  Did you know Pagpag?  Taxlanders take lands and bats go away, but they bats important.  They eat mosquitos and pollinate and sht guano gold.  And we, we have been doing the same, we were making same mistakes…    ….we fix that.  Rita gave me one, maybe in next few weeks bats come to my house area.  It’s tricky, not easy to bring them back.  oh, ehm, Tina!  Tina make aircrete dome homes and storage for mushroom growing.  She grow many and teach many on grow those mushroom we have been getting.  That was her.  Mama ‘Berta make for you that Lions mane we sent you yet?”

Pagpag nods surprised at the tid-bit.  “All them Formosa garota work hard mang.  They smart.  They strong.  respeito ole”

Pops open another beer for Carmelo and keeps him talking.

“Of!  Red dress, black heels, that is Sandra.  You remember I told you we now have better body armor.  Is because of her.   Pagpag, she take the oobleck aircrete mix and mix it different…    …it works.  She made it work.  We are starting to set everyone up with armor now for preparation for when taxlanders come with their fuzil de assaltos…  It is still little big and little heavy, but it works, it stop fkn bullets from putting holes in us pagpag.  We protect our guts now…     ..tke power away from them.  not make it so easy for them to keep killing us out here…    .. Ehm, Sandra she    …6 years ago her husband had been killed by his brother, shot in the back over grana he was unable to pay back.  She lived here bad sad.  She lives much more comfortable now, aircrete home.  Her wait list was longer for help before Bander and you say build aircrete homes now now.  So much changes Pagpag…   …they been working hard Pagpag all year.  All of them there.  They like eh the Demming”

Pagpag says respect, the beer points to a overdressed, over decorated mature lady in the general area around Bander looking lost.

“ehm essa, la payasa.  That’s Maria.  Good eyes Pagpag.  She come before from a big nursing empressa from the taxeo central. 
She work as a director big jefa out there.  They were purchased by bigger medical empressa and let her go before she can retire.  Two people here say they recognize her.  She was bad boss to them over there, very duas caras.  Pagpag, they say she was, listen listen;  Flying monkey.”

Pagpag and Carmelo giggle on the term and clash beers.
Pagpag stays mindful of what is going on around him.

Pagpag recently has been feeling uneasy and extra alert.  
Like something unfamiliar was in the air and closing in. 
Like he was being watched and measured.
Forces being worked against him.
He’s felt this times before, but this was different.

Bander went out again on another dance floor venture and a large chunk of the crowd closed in on him this time all at once. 
They had all caught onto each other’s intentions and had a problem to solve.  There was only one capybara and too many piranhas.
Bander found himself pinned against a wall by a group of around 3 dozen.

One of the more attractive and assertive of the ladies got up onto Bander and wet whisper-talked into his ear.

Bander blushes, perks up and nodded his head horiz-vigorously no thank you to the questions being asked.  
She let up and yelled to the immediate crowd around him in annoyed disappointed voice that he’s picky and basic. 
He doesn’t like going down on anything, no like surprises, and he doesn’t like stuff up the 👌.  The girl gave Bander a cute disappointed face, told him to call him up if he ever starts feeling adventurous and wanted to explore a change of pace, slipped him a note in his pocket, then peeled off.  The guys that were there with their fingers crossed left as well.   Some of the other girls also moved on.  A little less than 2 dozen stuck around.  Another bombshell girl got close and asked Bander another question in his other, dryer ear. 
He shook his head no again, nervous faced. 

“He no like chains and whips and trampolines!”  She and some other ladies walked out.  A little over a dozen remained.

One drunk guy shimmied up and got close.  Got a little handsy with bander low key.  Putting Bander on high alert. 

{sht, what do I do.  Fk this guy, punch him in the face.  Fk, can’t make a scene, don’t need any trouble that will put me at risk with mosa or pagpag or mama ‘ berta or whatev-}

“OE!  OE EHM!  You you and you you and all of you too.   Gostoso, gostosa, gostcoisas, nao importa! 
All you salta salsichas like the demming mang, and he no like you.  I no like you too. 
He say no to you, ist like I say no to you too.  So he hit you, I hit you too!  

Hey Demming!  Yo!  Any ehm gatas want you, they can want me too mang!  I just saying!  You say so.  You need help, I help you and bring flashlight mang. 
Big flashlight!  I know things too mang!” 

The guys around Pagpag lifted up their bottles towards Bander area in cheerful crunkful support.

“ole!!!!!   Meeeetooooooo”.

The handsy man disappeared.  The women that were still there weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. 
The remaining were sexy dressed smelling nice of all walks of life tones shapes and sizes determined to get his attention now now tonight..

{fk did I get myself into.  At this point.  These chicks said fck the flirt and get to know you phase and are practically jumping me!  …haha, actually, no, they went through that face fkn efficient af.  fkn boss…   …still though, Fk am I supposed to do.  This is cool and all, but what the fk now.  These girls are putting me in a weird position.  All these mfrs out here better be seeing this sht though.  I’m a fkn superstar!   fkn take this sht and spread that word aruond fkrs!!     …should i be scared right now though}.

Them women were bewitched.

He hadn’t said much if anything at all the whole evening.  They already knew who he was. 
He was intelligent.  Friendly.  Cared for others.  Straightforward.  Could take charge and leadership. 
Soft spoken, fkd up gringo accent and reserved.  They wanted him.   All that sweet rep he worked was sexy sticky pheromone goo for the ladies. 
His investments were paying massive hormonic dividends.  His signature was already a part of their lives. 
He was a celebrity, not an opportunity these Baianas were willingly going to miss out on this willy nilly.

They were upfront about it with their cleavelage, nail tips, and lip-stick nympho invites. 
{sht yeah!  Sht yeah!!  I can fkn get it!  Fkn winning here.  Fk sht, what do I fkn do though.  If I don’t fkn pick one or something or do something here soon-}

Bander took too long.  Since he didn’t pick, and since it was obvious he was having a jolly good time, they were making their move.

Pagpag sees this and shouts out.

“OH! OE! MIRA!  Aircrete Demming Mang!  “Tantas opções que ele não sabe o que fazer!  Oe!  Todos,  Eu também tenho perfume Bond!”
 Everybody laughed and cheered bander as the women kept crowding him.  Pushing him against a double door closet.  Since no one was letting up or showing courtesies, they stuffed him in there and the groupie filtered themselves out physically.  Whoever didn’t fit in the closet with him was kicked out and left out.  They missed out, too bad so sad.

Bander’s was being sent to 7th heaven from a witches den.

{dammit what did I get myself fkn into.  Nothing ever fkn goes right.  Has to be like, 6 different girls in here.  Fkng crazy.  6 different fkn girls at once, didn’t even say sht…    ….damn i’m fkn cool.  Oh, what’s this..    ….spicy yes! this feels good.  This isn’t comfortable though, I barely know any of these fkn bitches.  Fk, couldn’t they stuff me in a restaurant and feed and talk to me firs-  oh wow that feels good, fk restaurants.  Fk is all this.  hmf.   Someone grabbed by hand…   …yeah, it’s okay, they can grab my hand and do that any day.   Fk, this is nice but it ain’t feeling right somehow.  How am I supposed to let these ho’s know-  Fk, what do I wanna do, how am I gonna get out of this situa-  okay, that was nice, that was a good one.  What situation.  Nothing but consenting adults here.  Fk yeah, that feels good, scratch that back…  Do I wanna do this.  what am I supposed to do.   …ooooh, yeah work thooooose shooouldeeeeeeerssss whoever the fk you are…     …Okay, just, not going to do anything right now.  Chill out for a minute…  …think…      …I don’t think I’m supposed to be thinking right now}

Bander was getting felt up on.  Hard. Soft.
there was moaning.  In his ears.  on his skin.
Frequency, energies and vibrations and hands and lip teases and strip feelings running throughout his body.
Squeezing.  Tongue pressing.  breathing.
Pleasure hunter seeker fingers whispering.
Goosebumps all over.  Connections.  Sensory overflows.

{da fk, did someone just take my shoe off.  Ohhhhh.   Okay.  Yeah, fk that shoe, rub that foot.  Oh, yeah, that also.  That’s Fkn great.  What am I doing here.  So many fkn problems.  Hard to chill when there is so much that has to be done.  Can’t rest.  Need to rest.  Won’t rest.  Who are these bitches.  Name one of them.   Fk, does it matter.  Hmmmmf}

Bander wasn’t there though.  His head was elsewhere, starting to give birth to a new idea.

{fk, seriously.  Fkn now.  Of all times.  no fkn way.  Damn I’m fkd up!  FKN epiphany now?!  What you going to-    how.  fkn how..    .. I’m so fkd up in the head.  I should be here, not elsewhere.  Here is good.  This was feeling good.  Kind of.  I don’t know.  I can’t see them.  This is too much at once.  Anyone of them could have a pestle in their purse right now…   …you got a solution, to a big problem, it’s a good thing.  what are you going to do about it}

“Stop please.”

The moaning slows down.

“Eh.   Para..  obrigado.  Pra, para por favor.  “

They let off slowly.  Coaxing and teasing and tantalizing gently for him to change his mind in the dark.

Bander tries to find his ankles to pull his pants back up but trips over the shoulder of one of them hot mamis there and crashes out the closet in spectacular fashion.

Bander struggles putting his pants back up from the floor, flashing his junk to everyone in the room, face flushed red while blurting apologies in fkd up brazilian.
{sht sht sht!  I think I kicked one of them in the face on the way down!  Mama ‘Berta is going to fkn kill me!}

The girls blushing came out to help him and each other.  Many in the crowd helped in as well.  

Everything is fine.

Everybody was fine.

Everybody is laughing their asses off.

Whole party enjoyed that show and were roaring.

Many had their phones out.

Bander fixes his shirt and belt as he approaches a Pagpag who’s chuckling high as a kite, eyes bloodshot from laughing so hard a moment ago.

“You…   …you hoooos.  ho ho.  ehm.  Yous ehm, Yous alright mang?”

Bander is hugging his ribcage, starts delivering his message straight-faced.

“Pagpag, what you think.  Can we get some metal workers now.  Today?  I mean, now now and today. We need rollers.  We need gears.  We needs transmissions in car sizes, bicycle sizes, fkn, we need to make a metal platform with rollers and put a fkn car on it ASAP.  We need all swinging dicks and tits willing and able to do this to make this one work, we can get it right fkn now.  Lets go.  We gotta go.  I’ll show you at the metal library and start drawing you pictures and measurements and sht, they have metal libraries or metal familias or something nearby here right?“

Pagpag cracks up laughing and booms to the crowd.

“HEY!!   HEY!!  EHM OE YO!  Party Demming say NO to gostosas enamoradas today!  Demming fkn lenda mang!  Demming say no porra for demming today!  
Demming say big thing more important!  NOW is time to go more work!  No to new year he say!  No to closet he say!  Lenda! 
Demming say we go now no later!”

Pagpag is elated, grabs Bander by the shoulder inspired.

“OE EHM!   Everybody look!   THIS is gangsta Warrior demming i say before.  I told you!  You see him also now!  You see!
Respeito ehm!? 
I go!  show me.  I go!  Show us.  we go!  You go work now!?  Smell nice, no boots,  I go wit you too!

Who also go Demming!??  Who has better sht to do!?”

Pagpag looks over to the others.

Lourdes jumped out of nowhere and yells with the already moving crowd.

“Progresso ou festa? Progresso primeiro, senão, o que celebrar!?”

Cheering follows as the mob moves out and builds.

The party is lead to a community gazebo near the metal libraries.  Everyone is half smashed, confused and excited.
And looking snazzy.  
High expectations in the air.  Word spread fast that the Demming mang was going to cook up another life hack.

Coffee and sobering fried foods start flowing in.  
Some rando brought multiple boards. 
Tables and chairs were brought out as well. 
Some women from the party showed up fashionably late, they had to go change their heels out for their work boots first.

Bander did a pow wow.

While Bander was drawing on the boards, Pagpag and others in the background worked on actively getting the parts Bander was presenting and sketching together.

Questions were asked, answers were given, better ideas that popped up lead to immediate improvements.

They worked the night away.  
The morning also. 
And a little into the afternoon of the new years before being done.

By then, the hive mind and hive hands had a crude working prototype finished.

Bander’s going over the finished product along with some other inspectors, checking gap clearings and last minute welds.

“Alright, this is it.  Somebody get that fkn Toyota in here.  The white one, with the beefy cakes engine.  This is going to be epic”

The landcruiser was placed on top of a sturdy hitched platform that looked and acted like a car dynamometer trailer.

The SUV was ramped up and all four tires were rested on freely rotating wheels and gears, the car could be on four wheel drive and would not go anywhere. They fired up the engine.  The spinning tires transferred controlled rotational motion in either speed or torque requirements up to 16 different rotation output points.

On these points large metal adapter attachments and equipment were added to it.

They hooked up a mini metal shredder on one side and on the other a side a cement mixer contraption.

They started the engine and as the vehicle drove stationary the contraptions on the sides started performing their functions.

Bander shares out loud another idea that came to him.

“a fkn washing machine also, we can modify one of these so you can run a rinse cycle using your car if you felt like it, just gotta jerry rig something up on this rotations connecting adapter piece and bam!  get our fkn clothes done in a pinch while in the front lines”

Behind the scenes someone shouted to another to bring out a busted washer dryer set they salvaged from the dumps.

On another wheel corner of the platform, they were already testing out a makeshift conveyor belt.  It was successful.

Another person finished their project and added their attachment that turned the wheel spin and torque into a water pump, to help with the waterjet cutter.
An hour later, another guy was successful in using the platform as an air compressor using the wheel transfer to the rollers, an old propane tank and a quad turbo charger system off a wrecked high end BMW. 
This would help dramatically with their many air compressed tools and air-powered shooters.

The makeshift Demming industrial platform could be used to wind up rope and cables.  On the inside of this platform, there were car generators that transferred the power from the spinning on the inside 8 points to recycle this energy into battery generators while in use.  Power at the ready for the general electric tools and equipment and welding machines and flood lights and what nots.

The idea was turning an everyday vehicle’s engine power into multiple mechanical and versatile uses to meet local household, hobby shop, and even industrial hardware needs.  Turning practically any car into a miniature industrial factory.  Just a few of these at any worksite would substantially increase productivity and cut on physical heavy labor time.  The best kind of efficiencies.

Bander was observant of potential problems and insisted that everybody double down on safety issues. 
“Sudden resistance on the roller side or a slip on the gas the wrong way could potentially make the vehicle jump out of place, and that would be no fkn boa and a bad fkn day for everyone.  This is a problem that needs a priority solution from somebody somewhere pronto.  The fkn car can’t ever jump off, and if it does, there needs to be a redundancy for that scenario as well.  This sht needs to be safe and accessible and easy to use.  Also, anybody got a more efficient to build design yet?  There’s gotta be at least 2 other ways of building this slightly different to make it faster to set up.  Either way, in needs at least a two stages of safety controls.  The most important part of a car is not the engine, it’s them volvo seatbelts and Daimler brakes.  The platform needs this same kind of mentality, we got heavy equipment on deck, these fkn contraptions require failsafes and respect”

The right people were all over it.
The people wanted to know what they were going to call this instant wheel transmission frame (iWTF).
The demming mang told them he didn’t know yet.

Bander went back to Distrito 9 and worked for three days straight on advancing the concept further in conjunction with others.

Rested for two days.

Then Mosa showed up.