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Manhattan. New York. USA. 2007. … 2 / 7
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Ellegarden – Sliding Door
youtu.be/rM1D8SikWsk?si=FGa2sAIckb49jvoi
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My New Novel
B♭ (B Flat)
I'm sharing parts of it—maybe this is Part 6?
If you have a moment, please take a look. 😄
(Of course, this is not the final draft.)
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Scene: Domino Park, Sunday
Ana, Mika, Amir, and the children
The morning sun still cast its light at an angle across the riverside grass.
Ana and Mika were holding a workshop on a cloth spread out in a quiet corner of Domino Park. Together with the children, they gathered “fragments of memory”—sketchbooks and colored pencils, old magazines, dry leaves, acrylic paints. It was as if the lawn itself had gently laid out pieces of time gone by.
“Nadia, where did you find that photo?”
“In a box of my grandma’s things. Everything inside was all brown.”
“But it’s beautiful. Look—here…”
Ana crouched down and pointed to the edge of the sepia-toned photograph with Nadia. Reina paused what she was doing and drew closer.
Reina’s gentle eyes gazed intently at Nadia’s photograph.
“What kind of sound do you think this makes?”
Her murmur wasn’t tracing the surface of the paper, but rather searching deep into a world beyond it—a silent place only she could sense.
Nadia tilted her head slightly.
“...Sound?”
“Yeah. This brown part goes crackle-crackle. And this shadow... maybe the sound of wind stopping far away.”
Reina traced the darkest part of the photo with her finger and closed her eyes.
“When my dad disappeared, Mom said she heard the fridge stop humming. She said... sometimes the sound of something stopping is louder than when it’s there.”
She stood quietly and walked over to the paints. Mixing a little blue and a little black, she created a muted, dusty navy. She touched her brush lightly to the sketchbook, then softened the color with her fingertip.
“This is the sound after.”
What she drew looked like the trail of a shooting star. It was the lingering echo of a sound that had been silenced—something that had risen from deep within her and taken form.
Mika stepped in gently and asked, “What kind of sound is that?”
Reina didn’t smile, but her face softened.
“Maybe… the sound of Grandma trying not to cry.”
“Do you think your grandma was holding her tears back?”
Ana asked this as she smiled at Reina.
What Reina had gathered was the sound of a memory too fragile to become words.
Ana and Mika worked as Community Art Facilitators (CAF), engaging with children’s centers and senior homes. They helped orphans who had lost their parents and elderly people who had lost their youth to give shape to their memories—passing them on in a visible form.
Their goal was not to create “finished artworks,” but to make visible the passage of someone who once lived here.
—To rescue light that slipped through open palms,
to weave what remained in the net of memory,
to thread together words that were never spoken—
Arjun, Ana’s partner with whom she lived, never once opposed her work. In fact, he encouraged it. One time, Ana had asked him why he never said anything about her unstable career.
“Money? Anyone can earn that. But to create something… that’s impossible for most. Only you can do that.”
That was the moment Ana decided to share her life with him.
From beyond the dew-kissed grass at the far end of the park, a man slowly approached. His silhouette, lit from behind, looked hesitant—yet each step was sure.
It was Amir.
The children were scattered across the grass, each one quietly trying to bring “someone” from their inner world to the surface of the page. A still heat hung in the sketchbooks, along with time yet unspoken.
Amir picked up their glances one by one as he walked, finally stopping beside a young girl.
Nadia.
She kept moving her colored pencils, pretending not to notice him. She was silently pasting fragments of an old photograph onto black paper—shadows of a family whose faces were missing. Beside them, she’d painted a tiny red house.
Amir looked at it for a while, then crouched down.
“...Where is that house?”
His voice was soft. Nadia traced the red roof with her finger.
“It’s… where I used to live. But no one’s there now.”
Her voice was so quiet, it almost blended with the sound of the wind.
After a pause, Amir pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket.
“I drew one too—a house no one lives in anymore. Want to see it?”
He held out a brown-ink sketch. The door was slightly ajar, revealing nothing inside. Only the window had curtains.
Nadia took it and studied it silently. At last, she spoke.
“This window… looks like it’s open.”
Amir gave a surprised little smile.
“If that’s how it looks to you, then maybe that’s what it is.”
Ana was watching from a short distance away.
Amir’s back said nothing, but Nadia’s expression had softened, just a little.
“Good morning. Don’t you think this is a bit much for coincidence?”
Ana said with a smile, yesterday’s events tucked quietly behind her words. Amir replied with a rueful grin.
“Morning. Yeah, it’s not a coincidence. I’ve been watching you. My place is just around here.”
Ana laughed at his words and glanced over at Nadia.
“She rarely talks. Not even to Mika or me.”
With the East River at his back, Amir leaned against the railing. The breeze running along the river ruffled his hair.
“Sometimes you love something so much, you keep quiet.”
He tossed the words gently toward Ana, who leaned on the railing beside him.
“I’ll write that in my notebook,” she said.
Ana looked across the East River. Manhattan’s skyline, still half-asleep, floated faintly in the soft morning light. The buildings across the river stood silent, casting their shadows on the water as if last night’s chaos had been quietly swept away.
Some high-rises already shimmered with reflections. A thin wisp of steam rose from a chimney.
The steel arch of the Williamsburg Bridge lay between Brooklyn and Manhattan, catching the light with a dull glint.
The river breeze brushed their skin, carrying with it the faint metallic scent of salt and iron.
In the distance, a ship’s horn sounded. The morning sun flickered in patches across the water.
Behind the park rose the tower of One Domino Square—a symbol of redevelopment—slicing into the clouds.
On this Sunday morning, just awakened, the voices of children mixed quietly with the murmuring river.
This wasn’t just a backdrop. It was alive. A breathing piece of the map.
Then Ana noticed something swaying on the far side of the current.
At first, she thought it was just a plastic bag. But it floated, sank, and floated again, slowly drawing nearer.
It was cloth.
White, coarse, with a strangely sacred texture. Along the edge, faint embroidery—Arabic, perhaps. Beneath the cloth was the shape of a human body. The head sank gently, arms and legs folded as if in sleep.
The river breeze shifted.
Amid the salt, a trace of metal and blood drifted faintly through the air.
The body drifted slowly, then snagged on the reeds near the shore of Domino Park and stopped.
“...What is that?”
Ana asked, but Amir gave no reply. He just stared at the water.
The edge of the cloth lifted in the breeze, revealing the man’s cheek—pale, stiff, and yet, somehow, peaceful.
So still, it was as if he were still dreaming.
Professor Zakaria Haddad—
Ana would not learn his name until some time later.
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My new novel:
B♭ (B-flat)
There’s still more to come. 😃
(This is not the final draft.)
Set in New York City.
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Soundtrack.
music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b-my-novel-soundtrack/pl.u-47...
Note: I gave a brief explanation of this novel in the following video:
youtu.be/3w65lqUF-YI?si=yG7qy6TPeCL9xRJV
iTunes Playlist Link::
music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b/pl.u-47DJGhopxMD
Notes
1. "Bombay Blood Type (hh type)"
•Characteristics: A rare blood type that lacks the usual ABO antigens — cannot be classified as A, B, or O.
•Discovery: First identified in 1952 in Mumbai, India (formerly Bombay).
•Prevalence: Roughly 1 in 10,000 people in India; globally, about 1 in 2.5 million.
•Transfusion Compatibility: Only compatible with blood from other Bombay type donors.
2. 2024 Harvard University Valedictorian Speech – The Power of Not Knowing
youtu.be/SOUH8iVqSOI?si=Ju-Y728irtcWR71K
3. Shots Fired at Trump Rally
youtu.be/1ejfAkzjEhk?si=ASqJwEmkY-2rW_hT
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Title.
Got a resolution.
( Nikon coolpix8700 shot )
マンハッタン。ニューヨーク。アメリカ。2007. … 2 / 7
Images.
Ellegarden - Sliding Door
youtu.be/rM1D8SikWsk?si=FGa2sAIckb49jvoi
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僕の新しい小説。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
部分的に公開しています。第６弾？
お時間があればどうぞ😄
(もちろん最終稿ではありません。)
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場面 ドミノパーク 日曜日 アナ、カナ アミール 子供たち
朝の陽射しが、川べりの芝をまだ斜めに照らしていた。
アナとミカは、ドミノパークの一角に敷いた布の上で、子どもたちと「記憶の紙片」を集めるワークショップを開いていた。スケッチブックと色鉛筆、古い雑誌、乾いた葉っぱ、アクリル絵の具。公園の芝生には、過ぎ去った時間がそっと並べられているようだった。
「ナディア、その写真、どこで見つけたの？」
「おばあちゃんの遺品の箱。ぜんぶ茶色になってた」
「でも、すごくきれい。ほら、ここ……」
アナがしゃがみ込み、ナディアと一緒に焦茶の写真の端を指差すと、レイナが手を止めて近づいた。
レイナの愛くるしい瞳が、ナディアの写真をじっと見つめた。
「これ、なんの音がすると思う？」
そう呟いた彼女の眼差しは、紙の上を辿るのではなく、紙の向こうにある音のしない世界の奥を探っているようだった。
問われたナディアは少しだけ首をかしげた。
「……音？」
「うん。茶色いとこが、パリパリって。あと、この影、ちょっと遠くで風が止まった音がする」
レイナは指で影の濃い部分をなぞり、目を閉じた。
「お父さんがいなくなった時、冷蔵庫が止まった音がしたんだって、お母さんが言ってた。…… 音って、止まる時の方が強くなるんだよ」
言いながら、レイナはそっと立ち上がり、絵の具のところへ歩いていった。
彼女は、青と黒を少しずつ混ぜ、くすんだ紺色を作った。スケッチブックに、ふわりとひと筆落とし、指先でその色を軽く引き延ばした。
「これ、音のあと」
そう言って描いたのは、尾を引いた流れ星のような線だった。レイナの内から湧いたのは、確かに音を止められた余韻で、そこに描かれていた。
ミカがそっと寄ってきて、「それ、なにの音？」と尋ねると、レイナは笑わず、でもうれしそうにいった。
「たぶん、おばあちゃんが泣かないようにしてた音」
「おばあちゃんは、泣くのを我慢していたのかな」
アナはそう返しながら、レイナに微笑んだ。
レイナが拾い上げたのは、“言葉にならなかった記憶の音”だった。
アナとミカはコミュニティアート・ファシリテーター（CAF）として、児童館や高齢者施設に関与している。両親をなんらかの形で亡くした孤児や高齢者の幼少の頃の記憶を形で留め、次へ伝達してゆく。
目的は、『完成された芸術作品』ではなく、『ここに生きた誰かの時間』を見えるようにすることだ。
ーー 手のひらからこぼれ落ちた光を救い、記憶の網目に残ったものを紡ぎ、語られなかった言葉を編む ーー
アナの活動について、同棲しているアルジュンは、決して反対せず、むしろ、賛成してくれていた。アナは、不安定な職業に何も言わないことを不思議に思って彼に尋ねたことがある。
「お金は、僕にも誰でも稼げる。でも、作品を産むのは無理だ。君にしかできないよ」
アナが彼との同棲生活を共にしようと決めた瞬間だった。
パークの奥、まだ朝露を含んだ芝の向こうから、一人の男がゆっくりと歩いてきた。
光を背にして姿を現したその輪郭は、どこかためらいがちで、それでも確かな歩幅を保っていた。
アミールだった。
芝生には、子どもたちが散り散りに座っていた。誰もが自分のなかの“誰か”を、紙の上にそっと浮かび上がらせようとしていた。静かな熱と、まだ語られていない時間が、スケッチブックの上にじっと息を潜めていた。
アミールは、視線を一つずつ拾いながら歩みを進め、やがて、ひとりの少女のそばで立ち止まった。
ナディアだった。
ナディアは気づかないふりをしたまま、色鉛筆を動かし続けていた。
彼女は言葉を使わずに、古い写真の断片を黒い紙に貼りつけていた。顔が消えた家族の影のようなもの。その横に、赤い絵の具で小さく家を描いていた。
アミールはしばらくそれを見つめ、しゃがみこんだ。
「……それは、どこにある家？」
静かに問いかけると、ナディアは指先で赤い屋根をなぞった。
「……前に住んでたところ。でも、今は、誰もいない」
彼女はそう言ったが、声はごく小さく、風の音と区別がつかないほどだった。
アミールは、しばし言葉を選ぶように黙ってから、ポケットから折りたたまれた紙を一枚取り出した。
「僕も、描いたことがある。誰もいなくなった家。見せようか？」
彼が差し出したのは、茶色のペンで描かれた一枚のスケッチだった。ドアが半開きで、内部は見えない。ただ、窓にだけカーテンがかかっていた。
ナディアはそれを受け取り、じっと見つめた。そして、ようやく口を開いた。
「この窓……開いてるように見える」
アミールは、驚いたように微笑んだ。
「そう見えたなら、きっとそうなんだよ」
そのとき、アナは少し離れた場所からその光景を見ていた。
アミールの背中は何も語らなかったが、ナディアの表情が少しだけやわらいでいた。
「おはよう。偶然にしては重なりすぎない？」
アナは昨日の出来事を潜ませ、笑顔でアミールへ話しかけた。アミールは口元を緩めて、苦笑いで返した。
「おはよう。そう、偶然じゃない。僕はずっと君を見ていた。僕の家はこの近所だけどね」
アナは、彼の言葉に笑いながら、ナディアとのやりとりを確認した。
「ナディアは、滅多に口を開かないわ。ミカやわたしにも」
アミールは、イーストリバーを背にして、手すりに腰を預けた。川面につたってやってきた風が彼の前髪を揺らした。
「大好きすぎて、口を閉ざすこともあるよ」
手すりに肘をつき、川を眺めるアナに、彼はそっと言葉を投げた。アナは言葉を拾って、
「わたしのノートに書き留めておくわ」
アナはイーストリバーの向こうに目を落とした。まだ眠気の残るマンハッタンの街並みが淡く浮かんでいる。柔らかい朝の光に照らされて、対岸の建物たちは無言のまま、川面に影を落としている。昨夜の騒ぎがまるで一掃されたかのような静けさだ。
高層ビルの一部はすでに窓をきらめかせ、煙突からは細い湯気のような白煙が立ちのぼっていた。
ウィリアムズバーグ・ブリッジの鋼のアーチが、陽を受けて鈍く光りながら、ブルックリンとマンハッタンのあいだに静かに横たわっている。川風はひんやりと肌を撫で、ほんの少し金属と潮の混じった匂いを運んできた。遠く船の汽笛が鳴り、川面には朝陽がまだらに揺れている。
公園の背後では、再開発の象徴とも言える One Domino Square のタワーが、雲を切り裂くようにそびえていた。
日曜日の朝、目を覚ましたばかりの街に、子どもたちの声と川のさざめきが静かに混じり合う。この風景は、ただの背景ではなかった。生きた地図の一部として、確かにここに息づいているのだ。
アナは、川の流れの向こうに、何かがゆらゆらと揺れているのに気づいた。
最初はただの白いビニール袋かと思った。だが、それは波とともに浮いたり沈んだりを繰り返し、やがて少しずつこちらへ近づいてきた。
布だった。
白く、どこか神聖な手触りを思わせる織りの粗い布だ。縁にうっすらと、アラビア文字のような模様が刺繍されている。布の下には、人のかたちがあった。頭部と思われる部分はゆるやかに沈み、手足は、まるで眠る者のように折りたたまれていた。
川の風がふっと方向を変えた。
潮の匂いにまじって、鉄と血の気配が微かに混ざった。
ゆるやかに流れてきたその遺体は、ちょうどドミノパークの岸辺に近づいたところで、葦の茂みに軽く引っかかり、動きを止めた。
「……あれ、何？」
アナの問いにアミールは返事をせず、ただ川面を凝視した。
遺体の布の端がひるがえり、男の片頬がのぞいた。
青白く、硬直し、しかしどこか穏やかな表情すら残している。あまりに静かで、まるでまだ夢のなかにいるようだった。
教授、ザカリア・ハッダード──
それが彼の名前だったのだと、アナが知るのは、まだ少し先のことだった。
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僕の新しい小説。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
舞台はニューヨークです。
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Soundtrack.
music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b-my-novel-soundtrack/pl.u-47...
追記 この小説を多少説明しました。
youtu.be/3w65lqUF-YI?si=yG7qy6TPeCL9xRJV
メモ
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「Bombay型（ボンベイ型、hh型）」
•特徴：通常のABO血液型を持たない（A、B、Oに分類されない）特殊な型。
•発見地：1952年、インド・ムンバイ（旧ボンベイ）で初めて確認。
•発生頻度：インドでは1万人に1人程度だが、世界的には約250万人に1人とも。
•輸血制限：同じBombay型しか輸血できない。
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2024年ハーバード大学首席の卒業式スピーチ『知らないことの力』
youtu.be/SOUH8iVqSOI?si=Ju-Y728irtcWR71K
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Shots fired at Trump rally
youtu.be/1ejfAkzjEhk?si=ASqJwEmkY-2rW_hT
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[Important Announcement]
The 2025 exhibition has been postponed.
Right now, I’m fully focused on writing.
I’ve been sharing fragments of the story here as I go.
It may seem like a small effort.
But sometimes, even a small spark can transform someone from within—
just like music once changed me.
That’s what I’ve always believed.
And this time, I truly believe in what I’m writing.
Hurting someone.
Loving someone.
Is there a wall that keeps us from loving freely?
Is money really the most important thing?
Is art meaningless?
I’ve poured everything into this novel.
That’s why I’ve decided to put the exhibition on hold for a year.
If all goes well, I may be able to release the novel sometime between January and February next year.
At the latest, it will be in late July 2026.
Right now, I’m completely absorbed in breaking through my own walls.
And I’m confident this story will entertain you—again and again.
So please look forward to it.
July 19, 2025
Mitsushiro
Exhibition 2026
Theme
The Nightfly
This exhibition will reflect the world of my next novel,
B♭ (B Flat).
Images & Inspiration
Taylor Swift – This Love (with Japanese subtitles)
youtu.be/PfJzQuqWSSE?si=Y2g0HzhoVjnR46zS
Mitsushiro Nakagawa
Hosted by
Design Festa
Venue
Tokyo Big Sight
Scheduled
Fall 2026
Contact
exhibition.mitsushiro.nakagawa@gmail.com
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【重要なお知らせ】
２０２５年の展示は、延期します。
僕は現在、執筆に集中しています。
現在、その断片をここへアップロードしています。
その試みは、とても小さなことかもしれません。
しかし、その小さなきっかけがたったひとりの内面を塗り替えるかもしれません。
音楽が僕を変えたように。
僕はずっとそう信じてきました。
そして、僕は今回の小説に自信を持っています。
誰かを傷つけること。
誰かを愛すること。
誰かを愛することに壁があるのか。
お金がもっとも大切なのか。
アートは無意味なのか。
僕はこの小説にすべてを託しました。
ですので、僕は一年間、展示を見送る決断をしました。
小説の発表は、早くて来年の一月から２月ごろにできるかもしれません。
遅くて、来年の７月下旬です。
僕は今、自分の壁を越えることに夢中になっています。
僕の小説は、エンターテイメントとして、あなたを何度も楽しませるはずです。
楽しみに、待っていてください。
19.7,2025.
Mitsushiro.
２０２6年の展示
テーマ
The Nightfly
僕の次の小説。B♭（ビーフラット）
そのイメージになります。
Images.
Taylor Swift … This Love 【和訳】
youtu.be/PfJzQuqWSSE?si=Y2g0HzhoVjnR46zS
Mitsushiro - Nakagawa
主催
デザインフェスタ
場所
東京ビッグサイト
日程
2026年 秋。
exhibition.mitsushiro.nakagawa@gmail.com
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Aeon parking lot. Yachimata City. Chiba Prefecture. Japan. Shot on iPhone 13 Pro … 1 / 1
イオンの駐車場。 八街市。千葉県。日本。iPhone 13 Pro shot … 1 / 1
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My new novel:
B♭ (B-flat)
There’s still more to come. 😃
(This is not the final draft.)
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Scene: Garden 3‑4
Jack slumped deeply in the commander’s chair, his gaze sweeping across the pale glow of the monitor wall.
Camera feeds A17, A18, A19—all fixed on the arena’s center. Yet the security guard on the west side of the stands wasn’t watching there. His eyes were glued to the emergency exit at Section 212. Its sensor blinked once—a flash of red warning across the screen.
“A suspicious movement… the door sensor just lit up,” Jack's low voice vibrated through Ben’s earpiece.
Ben glanced upward at the monitors and whispered,
“Shall I go?”
“No,” Jack replied, his voice dropping. “Don’t leave your post. I’ll handle it.”
He paused, stern. “It’s probably nothing. But—stay alert. Keep your eyes peeled.”
Silence fell over each earpiece, the tension thickening. On the monitor, the door remained motionless—neither opening nor closing—frozen in stillness.
Jack burst from the briefing room, sprinted up from underground into the arena, his view sweeping the western stand. He looked up at the broad, flat ceiling of Madison Square Garden, sensed it swelling with the heat of the crowd. Cheers greeting the presidential candidate blended with jeers—clearly, anti‑Republicans had infiltrated.
Jack narrowed his gaze on the west stand, then lowered his eyes to his iPhone. Multiple social feeds scrolled with frenetic energy, and one post caught his attention: a murder threat, flashing in angry red text.
He dashed down the crowded corridor and reached the west stand, addressing a nearby guard:
“Evening. Everything clear on your end?”
The guard, clad in plain black suit with no tie—just a discreet earpiece—nodded, calm. He lifted his jacket slightly, revealing the outline of a Glock 19 at his waist. No hostility—just a tacit acknowledgment. Jack responded with a silent nod, their training speaking volumes.
“Door sensor tripped once. I’ll check visually.” Jack seized the cold metal handle and cast a glance down the corridor beyond. Darkness swallowed the path; silence reigned.
He spoke into his earpiece:
“All clear in the west stands. Security is solid.”
He patted the guard’s shoulder. “Stay alert.” The man returned a brief smile—and then lights died across the arena.
In the dark, red lasers lanced from ceiling to floor as a menacing bass drum rolled in from below. A crisp hi‑hat scythed in sixteenth‑notes; a heavy kick drum struck four‑on‑the‑floor. A low, rumbling bass synth layered in—and the very air of the arena began to pulse.
The crowd's heartbeat synchronized with the beat. Swirling smoke and laser cuts, the floor trembling. From deep within the sound, a processed male voice intoned again and again:
“Strength. Order. America.”
As smoke thickened the light, colossal center-hung screens flickered to life:
J U S T I N B R A D F O R D
One spotlight pierced the gloom—red, then blue, finally white—tracing the American tricolor. Within its glow appeared a man: Justin. Clad in a dark‑navy tailored suit, a bold crimson tie signifying the Republican Party, a single white rose pinned to his lapel.
Moments later, another spotlight revealed Eleanor Blake, dressed in an elegant black gown, standing behind him. Hand in hand, they strode center stage, each step purposeful. The audience looked on, awestruck, shouting cheers:
—“Take back America!”—
Red, blue, and white lights danced across their feet. Eleanor paused; Justin stepped forward to the microphone as the music faded and lights dimmed again. Silence engulfed the arena.
He made no sound—only a slight, assured smile. That smile was a declaration of war. Saying everything without uttering a word. That posture—that was the bearing of a man who would become the most powerful leader in the world: President of the United States.
Justin scanned the crowd for a moment, then spoke in calm tones. His golden hair, blue eyes—mirroring Eleanor’s—lent gravity to his words:
“Good evening, New York. How’s your night going so far?”
He smiled at a woman in the front row. Following his father’s advice, he spoke as if addressing just one person, not an entire audience—
—“When I arrived in the parking lot tonight, I felt weighed down by the humidity. Eleanor whispered to me: ‘We chose the best course to protect you. Our team would risk their lives for you.’”
His voice rang clear. Thunderous applause erupted from tens of thousands. A wave of anticipation rolled toward the stage. The spotlight seemed to center itself in his eyes—and likewise in Eleanor’s.
“Tonight, we gather to put our will once again at the heart of this nation. To reclaim the ‘light’ America is forgetting. Over the past four years, our party restored the economy, brought back security, rebuilt national order. Now, it’s time to shine that light brighter—not as mere hope, but as our responsibility. If America shines again, the world will follow. We must seize that stronger, purer light. It will illuminate the world.”
Justin’s voice reverberated through the arena—until… a dry gunshot cracked the air from center stage.
Jack dove instinctively. His eyes darted upward to the giant screens: time froze. He saw Justin’s body convulse backwards, his jacket tail flipping off his left shoulder. The first bullet struck his left arm, the second to his left abdomen. Justin crumpled slowly, falling face‑first.
“Justin!” Eleanor’s scream cut across the stage. Her wide eyes fixed on him, trembling. A haze of tears blurred her vision. Secret Service agents shielded her, pulling her back.
“Hit the deck!” Guards and crowd shouted in chorus. Pandemonium erupted. Women's screams overlapped. The reverberation of gunfire lingered ominously in the cavernous space.
Unbeknownst to most, Jack’s ears had discerned two shots. He closed his eyes and re‑ran the sound—each fired from above—each from perilously close.
“Ben—where are you?” Jack pushed through collapsing spectators, heading to the stage.
“By Justin’s side. Missed his heart—just grazed left arm and abdomen. Not arterial, but bleeding heavily.”
“Medical team’s on the motorcade. Justin has Bombay blood—two bags ready on the ambulance. Start transfusion.”
“If that’s not enough, what about Elijah?”
“Either way, he’s en route. Bellevue Hospital stores Bombay bags—confirmed three days ago.”
Bombay blood: a rare type first found in Bombay (now Mumbai) in 1952—not A, B, or O—afflicting about 1 in 10,000 in India, 1 in 2.5 million worldwide. It can only be transfused to someone of the same type.
Ben replied calmly.
They rushed Justin to Bellevue Hospital—the closest to the Garden. Jack called Elijah. Before the first ring ended, Elijah answered, breathless:
“Jack... this is bad. We’ve no blood—no Bombay stock.”
Jack couldn’t believe it.
“I saw the bags in person three days ago!”
Silence, then Elijah replied:
“The blood keeper was killed in a car crash yesterday.”
As Jack absorbed the news, his voice boomed over the arena’s PA, shaking the trembling building. The crowd froze and then shattered. Thousands surged toward exits—only to find them locked.
“There’s explosives in this building. Please, stay calm and head for the exits. I repeat—I am….”
Panic rippled. Eight exits in total—most had been sealed for VIP and motorcade security. The crowd funnelled into the remaining three.
Low moans grew to shrieks. People trampled the fallen. A little girl's white blouse had turned grey, her teddy flattened. During flight, no one looked back. At one exit, dozens collapsed, graves to the trampling. The weight buckled railings, jammed the door.
“Doors won’t open!” “There’s children—!” Screams scattered. Security couldn’t reach the scene. Orders were drowned in noise. Control evaporated.
“The crowd is uncontrollable, Jack,” came Zakaria’s voice through the PA, along with a simultaneous link to staff smartphones.
“You got my email? Open the link. No virus, I promise.”
Hurriedly, Jack checked his phone. The site loaded:
“Good evening, New York—and Los Angeles. My name is Zakaria Haddad. My real name. Five years ago, I lived in Gaza. Now I sit in a room many of you recognize.”
On the screen, a brown-skinned man with a trimmed beard—Zakaria—seated in a chair eerily like the Oval Office. Three green-curtained windows behind him—the color favored by Prophet Muhammad. A portrait of Ibn Sina hung on the wall, his gaze deep, delicate—reaching from time’s past to the present.
Zakaria glanced at his watch, then back at camera—an unreadable dark joy flickering in his eyes.
“Breaking news—watch your phone alerts.” Instantly:
Former Democratic President Owen Reed shot at Los Angeles Convention Center
Zakaria hid a wry smile.
“A sad update, America. But don’t mourn. In Gaza, we suffered 55,000 times this. We lost over 55,000 dear souls—and we wept.”
He averted his gaze, clasped both hands, slammed his fist onto the desk. The air thickened. Yet in his eyes brimmed silent tears—quiet sorrow.
“We do not seek money or glory in death. We seek tears equal to the 55,000. Only tears can heal us.”
He rested his elbows, folded his hands, chin supported. A long pause. His eyes twitched with small sorrowful motions.
Zakaria rotated a framed photo toward the camera.
“My family. More precious than my life. Gone in an instant.”
There was no hatred in his voice—only respect and gentle grief. He began again.
“I was one among those 55,000. Even if I perish, their wills persist. I stand here to voice our will.”
He quietly reached into his right drawer, withdrew a Glock 17, chambered a round, and placed the barrel against his temple. His eyes were merciful—gentle, embracing his lost family.
As a Sunni, he stared straight at the camera:
“God bless America.”
Backlit by three blazing windows, he closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. The dry crack snapped through the room. The camera jerked—then the screen went black.
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Note: I gave a brief explanation of this novel in the following video:
youtu.be/3w65lqUF-YI?si=yG7qy6TPeCL9xRJV
iTunes Playlist Link::
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Notes
1. "Bombay Blood Type (hh type)"
•Characteristics: A rare blood type that lacks the usual ABO antigens — cannot be classified as A, B, or O.
•Discovery: First identified in 1952 in Mumbai, India (formerly Bombay).
•Prevalence: Roughly 1 in 10,000 people in India; globally, about 1 in 2.5 million.
•Transfusion Compatibility: Only compatible with blood from other Bombay type donors.
2. 2024 Harvard University Valedictorian Speech – The Power of Not Knowing
youtu.be/SOUH8iVqSOI?si=Ju-Y728irtcWR71K
3. Shots Fired at Trump Rally
youtu.be/1ejfAkzjEhk?si=ASqJwEmkY-2rW_hT
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Aeon parking lot. Yachimata City. Chiba Prefecture. Japan. Shot on iPhone 13 Pro … 1 / 1
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僕の新しい小説。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
まだまだ投下します。😃
(最終稿ではありません。)
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場面 ガーデン３−４
指揮官席に深く腰を落としていたジャックは、青白いモニター群をくまなく睨んでいた。
カメラ番号A17、A18、A19──いずれもアリーナ中央を捉えている。だが、スタンド席西側の警備員の視線が集中していたのは、そこではなかった。彼が見つめていたのはセクション212の非常扉だった。その扉のセンサーが、わずか一度だけ、反応を示し、ディスプレイに赤い警告が走った。
「不審な動きだな。ドアのセンサーが一瞬、点いた」
ジャックの低い声が、ベンのイヤピースを震わせた。
ベンは即座に 頭上のモニターを見上げ、囁くように言った。
「行くか？」
「…いや。持ち場は離れるな。俺が行く」
ジャックの声がわずかに低くなった。
「たぶん、気のせいだ。ただし──全員、警戒は解くな。そのまま、周囲に意識を集中しておけ」
それぞれのイヤピースに静寂が落ち、張り詰めた空気で満ちた。
モニターに今映っている扉は、開くことも、閉じることもなく、ただ沈黙している。
ジャックはブリーフィングルームを飛び出し、スタンド席、西側が見渡せるアリーナまで、地下から駆け上がった。
マジソンスクエアガーデンの平坦な天井は、吐き出された人の熱気でいつもより膨らんでいるように、ジャックには見えた。大統領候補を歓迎する声とそれを罵倒する叫び声が錯綜し、鼓膜の奥を揺らした。どうやら反共和党も紛れ込んでいるようだ。
ジャックは、スタンド席西側へしばらく目を凝らしてから、手元のアイフォンに目を落とした。画面には、いくつかのSNSが同時に広がっており、それぞれが激しい書き込みによって文字が流れてゆく。右下の、メタの書き込みに、ジャックは目を留めた。殺害予告のメッセージが走り、赤く灯っている。ジャックは喧騒に満ちた通路を駆け抜け、スタンド席西側へ着くと、警備員へ声を掛けた。
「おつかれ。異常はないか？」
ジャックはさりげなく背筋を伸ばした。ジャケットの背中越しに、腰の中央──背骨の下に沿ってぴたりと固定されたグロック19の存在を確かめた。
「どうも。こちらは異常ありませんよ。何かありましたか？」
黒のスーツで、胸元にネクタイはない、プレーン・クロースの私設セキュリティだ。視線は沈着で、イヤピースから伸びるコードが耳の下に覗いている。男は一瞬、ジャックを睨むように見たが、ジャケットの裾を軽く持ち上げ、ホルスターの形をわずかに見せた。男に敵意はなかった。それが合図だった。ジャックも同じように、背筋を伸ばしながら無言で頷いた。この沈黙こそが、互いの訓練と経験を示していた。
「ドアのセンサーが一度反応した。目視で確認する」
ジャックは、冷たい金属の取っ手を掴み、扉の奥を一瞥した。辺りは暗闇に沈み、静まり返っていた。
ジャックはその場からすぐにイヤピースで伝えた。
「スタンド席西側に異常はなかった。セキュリティーにも問題はない」
ジャックは、男の肩を軽く叩いて、いった。
「引き続き、頼む」
男が笑顔でジャックに挨拶すると、アリーナの照明が一気に落ちた。
闇の中、赤いレーザーがガーデンの天井から床まで、縦横に切り裂き、重く低く唸るような打ち込みの硬質なバスドラがアリーナの底から噴き上がった。ハイハットが16分音符で刻まれ、深く沈むキックドラムが四拍を正確に打つ。そこに、低くうねるベース・シンセが重なり、会場全体の空気そのものが脈打つように震え始めた。
観客の鼓動が、低く分厚い音にシンクロし始めた。スモークが舞い、赤いレーザーが切り裂く中、床の震えが増していった。低いベース音に重なった奥から、加工された男性の声が繰り返し聞こえてくる。
“Strength.（強さ） Order.（秩序） America.”
場内のスモークが、光を濁らせるようにさらに舞うと、巨大なセンター・ハング・スクリーンに文字が浮かび上がった。
J U S T I N・B R A D F O R D
その瞬間、中央のスポットライトが、ひとつだけ点いた。赤から青へ──そして白へと、アメリカの三色をなぞるように変化する演出だ。
その光の中、男が姿を現した。
ジャスティンだ。ダークネイビーのテーラードスーツに、共和党を示す真紅のネクタイを巻いている。胸元には一輪の白いバラのピンバッジが添えられていた。
数秒遅れて、彼の背後にもうひとつ光が射した。漆黒のドレスを纏ったエリノア・ブレイクがスポットライトを浴びている。
ふたりは笑顔で手を取り合うと、ゆっくりステージ中央へ歩み始めた。彼らの歩みに迷いはなかった。強さと秩序の意志を現した姿に、観客の誰もがその姿を見上げ、歓声を上げている。
ー アメリカを取り戻せ！ ー
マイクスタンドへ近づくにつれ、アリーナの熱はさらに帯び、波のようにうねった。
赤、青、白の光がジャスティンらの足元を錯綜した。
エリノアを残し、ジャスティンは、一歩前に出て、マイクの前に立った。
音楽が静かにフェードアウトし、照明が再び落ちていく。
── その瞬間、全アリーナが沈黙に包まれた。
彼は、何も言わず、ただ口元に微笑みを浮かべた。その微笑みが、宣戦布告に等しかった。
語らずに、何かを語っている。
それが、世界でもっとも権力を持つ、アメリカ大統領の姿勢なのだ。
ジャスティンは、しばらく観衆を見渡してから、穏やかな口調でいった。エリノアと同じ金色に煌めく髪とブルーの瞳が、彼の言葉をさらに支えるようだ。
「こんばんは。ニューヨーク。今日は、いいことがあったかい？」
ジャスティンは、微笑みながら、最前列の女性に問いかけた。彼は、父のルールを守っていた。多くの聴衆に語るのではなく、たったひとりの身近な人へ言葉を伝えるのだ ーー
「僕は今日、駐車場に着いた時、気が滅入ったよ。ひどい湿気に陰鬱になった。でも、ここにいるエリノアが僕に言ったんだ。あなたを守るために、スタッフは最善の手段を選んだ、とね。そして、スタッフはみな、僕のために命を賭けてくれると」
歯切れよく言い切ったジャスティンの言葉に、再び観衆は沸いた。数万人の熱波がステージへ押し寄せた。
ジャスティンの目には、ステージにあった光を収束させたような輝きがあった。もちろん、エリノアの青い瞳にもだ。
「今夜、僕らがここに集まったのは、それぞれの意志を、再びこの国の中心に叩き込むためだ。アメリカが忘れかけている“光”を、もう一度我々の手に取り戻すためだ。この4年間、我が党は経済を立て直し、治安を取り戻し、国家の秩序を再構築した。今、私たちはその“光”をもっと強く照らす時に来ている。それは、ただの希望ではない。責任だ。アメリカが再び輝けば、世界はそれに倣う。そして、もっと強い、鮮明な光を私たちは手にしなければならない。アメリカが強い光を取り戻すことで、世界をくまなく照らすことができるのだ。私たちには、もっとそれができるはずだ」
ジャスティンの声が、再び会場を震わせた瞬間、乾いた銃声が響いた。ステージ中央あたりからだ。ジャックは音と同時に身を屈め、アリーナの頭上に展開した巨大なセンター・ハング・スクリーンに目をやった。ジャックには映る全ての時間が止まっていた。ジャスティンの身体が弾けたように背後へ揺れた。ジャケットの裾がゆっくり翻り、左肩から崩れてゆく。たぶん、最初の弾は左肩に着弾した。その後、再びジャスティンは前屈みになった。二発目は左腹部だ。ジャスティンの身体は、床へスローモーションのように崩れ落ち、うつぶした。
「ジャスティン！」
エリノアの矯正がステージに響いた。大きく見開いた瞳が、一点を見つめまま、細かく揺れている。一瞬にして透明な薄い膜が幾重にも重なって滲み、零れた。
ジャスティンへ近づこうとするエリノアの体を前面から覆うようにしてSPが抑え込み、引き離している。
「伏せろ！」というSPと観客からの声が同時に周囲を支配した途端、観客席は混乱に包まれた。
女性らの悲鳴が錯綜し、誰か、とやはり別の女性の声がかぶさった。すでに消えている銃声の余韻が、巨大な会場に重く残って覆っている。
ステージにいた者以外は、一聴しただけでは気づかなかったがジャックの耳は聴き分けていた。弾は間違いなく２発だった。騒然とした場内をよそに、ジャックは静かに目を閉じた。発射音から着弾までを想像した。一発目の弾は、ジャスティンのほぼ頭上からだった。そして、もう一発もだ。発射音から着弾までの様子からしておそらくかなりの近距離だ。
「ベン、どこだ」
ジャックは、出口へ卒倒してゆく観客らを抗うようにしてステージへ近づいていく。ベンの冷静な声がすぐに聞こえてきた。
「ジャスティンのそばだ。心臓ははずれているが、左肩と左腹部をかすめているようだ。動脈には達していないが出血がひどい」
「車列にあった救護班がすぐにいく。ジャスティンはボンベイブラッドだ。救急車にブラッドバッグが二つ備えてある。とりあえず輸血するはずだ」
「足らなかった場合は、イライジャのところか？」
「いずれにしても搬入だ。ベルビュー病院にブラッドバッグが保管されている。予備の輸血だ。三日前に確認した」
ボンベイブラッドとは、１９５２年にインドのムンバイ、旧ボンベイで初めて確認された、通常のA、B、Oには分類されない特殊な血液型だ。インドでは１万人にひとり程度だが、世界的には２５０万人に１人ともいわれているもので、同じボンベイ型からボンベイ型への輸血しかできない。
ベンは、冷静にわかったといった。
マジソンスクエアガーデンに最も近いベルビュー病院にジャスティンを運び込む。ジャックは、病院で控えているイライジャに直接電話した。ワンコールが切れる前にすぐイライジャは反応した。
「ジャック、大変だ。血液がない。ボンベイブラッドがないんだ」
ジャックは、耳を疑った。
「三日前に、俺は直接担当の、名前は忘れたな。とにかく目の前でブラッドバッグを確認したぞ」
イライジャは、数秒の沈黙の後、応えた。
「その血液の管理者は、きのう、交通事故で亡くなったんだ」
ジャックがその言葉に沈黙していると、場内にジャックの声でアナウンスが流れた。すでに震えているガーデンをさらにその声が震わせた。ジャックは、再びスクリーンに目をやったが、音声だけがジャックの声だった。
「みなさん、落ち着いてください。私はシークレットサービスのジャック・バンスです。この建物には爆薬が仕掛けられていますが、みなさん、落ち着いて、出口へ向かってください。繰り返します。私は….」
場内の空気が一瞬にして、硬直した。同時に、崩壊した。パニックはすぐに伝染した。数千の観客は、波紋のように大きく揺れ、一斉に出口へ傾れ込んだ。しかし、ジャスティンへの発砲と同時に出口は封鎖されていた。
メインアリーナの出入口は合計8つ――だがその多くは、来賓警備や車列誘導のためにすでに封鎖されていた。群衆の大半が、残された3つの出入口に集中した。
低い声から高い叫び声。倒れた人間を踏みつける足。転倒した白いブラウスの少女はすでに黒ずんでいる。小さな熊のぬいぐるみの顔が真っ平らになっている。
人は、逃げるときに後ろを見ない。出入口の一つでは、すでに数人が折り重なるように倒れ、その上をさらに何十人もの足が越えていった。荷重により手すりが歪み、出口の一部が完全に塞がれる。
「ドアが開かない！」
「子どもが――！」
叫び声が乱れ飛び、場内警備は現場への到達すら困難な状態だった。あらゆる指示が雑音にかき消され、もはや群衆は誰の言葉も聞いていなかった。
制御不能の肉の波――それが、人間の集団というものだった。
「この程度の混乱ではなかったぞ、ジャック」
ザカリアの声が切ったはずのPAから場内へ響いた。同時に、ジャックら警備スタッフへのスマートフォンへリンク先の案内がいっせいに届いた。
「メールが届いただろう？ リンク先を開け。安心しろ、ウィルスは除去済みだ」
ザカリアが笑いを抑え、皮肉混じりにいった。
ジャックは後ろポケットから慌てて、アイフォンを開いた。１件のメール着信を開くと、サイトが現れた。
「こんばんは、ニューヨーク。そしてロサンゼルス。私の名前はザカリア・ハッダード。本名だ。５年前、ガザに住んでいた。今は、みなさんがよく目にする部屋を真似た部屋に私はいる」
褐色の、顎髭をたくわえたザカリアは、アメリカ大統領執務室とほとんど同じ部屋の椅子に座っていた。背後に見える三つの大きな窓には、グリーンのカーテンが掛けられている。預言者ムハンマドが好んだ色だ。
壁面には、剣ではなく詩と理性で世界を導こうとした男、イブン・シーナーの肖像画が掛けられていた。その眼差しは、ワシントンよりも深く、リンカーンよりも繊細なもので、遥か遠く、消え去った時間の底からこちらを見据えているようだった。
ザカリアは腕時計に目を落としてから、再び、カメラに視線を向けた。目には言葉にできない喜びのような暗い影が落ちている。
「そろそろブレイキングニュースだ。スマートフォンの速報に注目して欲しい」
ザカリアがそういった途端、速報が流れた。
【民主党前大統領のオーウェン・リードがロサンゼルス・コンベンション・センターで銃撃された模様です】
ザカリアは、一瞬俯いて笑いを堪えながらいった。
「悲しい速報じゃないか。アメリカのみなさん。でもどうか悲しまないで欲しい。私が経験したガザではこの55,000倍だ。55,000人以上の大切な人を失い、そして、涙を流した」
ザカリアはカメラから目を逸らし、俯いた。そして両手を固く握りしめ、力強く机を叩きつけた。部屋の空気が硬直した。重く固まった空気が画像からも伝わってくる。しかし、顔を上げたザカリアの目にはうっすらと涙が溢れていた。静かな涙だった。
「私たちは、お金を求めない。また、死による名誉も求めない。私たちが欲しいのは、55,000人が流した涙と同じだけの涙だ。流された涙と同じだけの涙だけが、私たちを癒す」
両肘を机につき、両手を組むと、ザカリアは静かに顎を乗せた。目を閉じて、しばらく沈黙が続いた。目尻が細かく震えているようだった。
ザカリアはデスクにあったフォトフレームをカメラへ向け、反転させた。
「私の家族だ。私の命よりも大切な家族だ。すべて一瞬で奪われたよ」
彼の言葉に憎しみはなかった。語尾には、亡くなったものへの敬意とたくさんの優しさを詰め込んだ静けさが含まれている。続けて、ザカリアはゆっくり口を開いた。
「55,000人のうちの私はひとりに過ぎない。私が消えても55,000人もの意思は決して消えず、引き継がれる。私は、私たちの意思をここに表明するためにいる」
ザカリアは、向かって右手の机の引き出しにそっと手を伸ばした。引き出しから、グロック１７を取り出すと、スライドしてチャンバーに弾を流した。そして、銃口を自分のこめかみに当てた。ザカリアの目からは憎悪は消えていた。穏やかで、亡くなった家族を包み込むようなやさしい眼差しだった。
スンニ派である彼は、まっすぐにカメラを見つめ、いった。
「神のご加護を。アメリカ」
執務室の三つの窓から差し込んだ眩い逆光の中、ザカリアは、静かに目を閉じると、トリガーを真っ直ぐに引いた。乾いた銃声が部屋に響いた。一瞬、カメラが横へぶれたが、映像は瞬時に黒へ切り替わった。
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追記 この小説を多少説明しました。
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iTunes Playlist Link::
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「Bombay型（ボンベイ型、hh型）」
•特徴：通常のABO血液型を持たない（A、B、Oに分類されない）特殊な型。
•発見地：1952年、インド・ムンバイ（旧ボンベイ）で初めて確認。
•発生頻度：インドでは1万人に1人程度だが、世界的には約250万人に1人とも。
•輸血制限：同じBombay型しか輸血できない。
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2024年ハーバード大学首席の卒業式スピーチ『知らないことの力』
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Title.
Blue and Yellow.
(The plastic bag on the street has been removed in today’s photo.)
(LUMIX G3 shot)
Manhattan. New York. USA. 2017. … 7 / 7
Images.
ELLEGARDEN … The End Of The World
youtu.be/3hAKmshltDY?si=x3N9A-311MSsTeMw
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My New Novel
B♭ (B Flat)
Part Seven.
A partial release of my novel currently in progress.
(Of course, this is not the final draft.)😃
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Scene: Madison Square Garden – Jack, Ben, Crime Scene Investigation
On the stage inside the Garden, temporary lighting rigs hung above, and white-and-blue barricade tape had been strung across in four overlapping lines.
The audience seating had been completely cordoned off by the police, and the only sound was the distant thrum of a news helicopter circling overhead.
A team from the NYPD’s Major Case Squad surrounded the stage, working in steady silence.
At the center stood a man from the forensic unit, wearing a jacket with “FORENSIC UNIT” printed boldly across the back.
“Two shell casings confirmed. Behind the lighting on the far right of the stage...”
One gloved forensic technician carefully placed yellow numbered markers beside each casing. Another, from the photo unit, captured them from multiple angles.
“Two bullet impacts, beneath the main monitor. They pierced through the back panel. Slugs have already been retrieved.”
Another investigator was measuring angles with a tape and reconstructing the line of fire using a laser. The trajectory of the bullets would help trace back to the firing point.
Faint traces of blood remained on the stage floor—drying, crusting.
A forensic officer, wordless, dabbed a cotton swab into the stain and sealed it in a specimen pouch.
“The CCTV backup has already been handed over by Garden security. The footage is being transferred onto the central laptop.”
The officers moved with a quiet efficiency.
Everyone kept their words to a minimum, focused solely on the scene before them.
It was a dead space—a place where the echoes of screams still lingered in the walls.
Here, cold precision and raw confusion stood shoulder to shoulder, caught in the wake of violence.
Ben had mostly completed his initial forensic scan.
The two shots aimed at Justin had been fired from the overhead center-hung screen, triggered remotely via an online connection.
The voice of Jack, which had echoed through the Garden’s PA system, had been edited using AI.
The audio file had been remotely accessed, overwritten onto the announcement server via the venue’s sound control system, and then played back. That too had been done over the internet.
Jack, shielding his eyes from the ceiling lights, turned to Ben.
“Still, why the hell did he use his real name? Professor Zakaria Haddad, Department of Engineering, Islamic University.”
Ben replied, half in jest.
“Maybe we should ask ChatGPT. You know, just enough to stay within its leak-safe parameters.”
Jack gave him a silent go-ahead, pointing at the MacBook Air Ben had placed on the stage floor.
Ben opened the site and typed in his question:
“The news is saying that Justin, the Republican presidential candidate, was shot. But why would the shooter use his real name?”
The AI didn’t take long to reply.
“Because it was revenge. Most likely, the act was tied to a previous incident in which many lives were lost. He killed himself to declare his unwavering intent.”
Ben typed again.
“In the leaked video, he clearly places the muzzle to his temple and dies. The screen cuts to black right after. Why are you certain he's dead?”
He pasted in the video’s link.
This time, the pause was slightly longer—around five seconds.
“Judging from the blood drops on the desk under two HMI lights, yes. The blood is real. Given the context, death was likely instantaneous.”
Ben frowned, a trace of doubt crossing his mind. He typed again.
“HMI lights? Isn’t that just sunlight coming through the window?”
“It’s not natural light. It’s manufactured—electrical. Likely HMI lights used in studio setups, mimicking daylight color temperature, around 5600K. They are designed to replicate sunlight streaming through a window.”
Jack turned to Ben again.
“Marcus said Zakaria was in Brooklyn. Pull up the map.”
Then he added, almost as an afterthought:
“Justin and Owen both survived. And despite all this elaborate setup, neither was hit in the chest. Ben, ask it—was that intentional?”
Ben echoed Jack’s words into the keyboard. The response came immediately.
“Considering the trajectory from the ceiling and the configuration of the firing devices, the shooter deliberately missed.”
“Why?”
“Because if the target had died instantly, he would not have instilled fear. This was revenge.”
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My new novel:
B♭ (B-flat)
There’s still more to come. 😃
(This is not the final draft.)
Set in New York City.
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Soundtrack.
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Note: I gave a brief explanation of this novel in the following video:
youtu.be/3w65lqUF-YI?si=yG7qy6TPeCL9xRJV
iTunes Playlist Link::
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Notes
1. "Bombay Blood Type (hh type)"
•Characteristics: A rare blood type that lacks the usual ABO antigens — cannot be classified as A, B, or O.
•Discovery: First identified in 1952 in Mumbai, India (formerly Bombay).
•Prevalence: Roughly 1 in 10,000 people in India; globally, about 1 in 2.5 million.
•Transfusion Compatibility: Only compatible with blood from other Bombay type donors.
2. 2024 Harvard University Valedictorian Speech – The Power of Not Knowing
youtu.be/SOUH8iVqSOI?si=Ju-Y728irtcWR71K
3. Shots Fired at Trump Rally
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Title.
青と黄色。
(今日の写真は、路上にあったビニール袋を消しています)
( LUMIX G3 shot )
マンハッタン。ニューヨーク。アメリカ。2017. … 7 / 7
Images.
ELLEGARDEN … The End Of The World
youtu.be/3hAKmshltDY?si=x3N9A-311MSsTeMw
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僕の新しい小説。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
第七弾。現在執筆中の小説を部分的に公開しています。😃
(もちろん最終稿ではありません。)
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場面 マジソンスクエアガーデン ジャック、ベン、現場検証
ガーデンのステージ上には、仮設の照明が吊られ、白と青のバリケードテープが四重に張られていた。
警察によって観客席は完全封鎖され、報道ヘリの音だけが遠くに響いている。
NYPDの犯罪捜査課（Major Case Squad）のチームがステージを囲み、黙々と作業を進めていた。その中心に立つのは、背中に「FORENSIC UNIT」と書かれたジャケットを着た鑑識の男だ。
「薬莢、２つ確認。ステージ右端の照明裏……」
手袋をはめた鑑識係が、番号の付いた黄色いマーカーを1つずつ並べていく。写真係がそれを角度を変えて何枚も撮る。
「着弾痕、メインモニター下に2発。バックパネルを貫通してる。弾は回収済み」
別の隊員がメジャーで角度を測定し、レーザーで射線の再現を行っていた。銃弾の軌道は、発砲位置を逆算する鍵になる。ステージ床には微かに血痕が残っており、それが乾いて固まりつつあった。鑑識の一人が無言で綿棒を取り出し、血痕を拭き取っては密封パックに入れていく。
「CCTVのバックアップ、ガーデンのセキュリティから提供済み。映像は中央のノートPCに取り込み中」
警官たちは淡々としていた。誰もが目の前の状況に集中しながら、言葉数を減らしていた。
ここは、叫び声の残響がまだ壁に漂う“死んだ空間”──冷静と混乱が隣り合わせに立ち尽くす、犯罪の余韻が散らばっていた。
ベンが現場を概ね鑑識した結果、ジャスティンを狙った二発は、頭上のセンター・ハング・スクリーンからで、ネット経由からの遠隔操作だった。
ガーデン館内にアナウンスされたジャックの音声は、AIで編集され、音響コントロールシステムにリモートで侵入し、アナウンス用サーバーへ音声ファイルを上書きし、再生されたものだ。もちろんこれもネットからの操作だ。
ジャックは、天井の光を手で遮りながら、ベンへいった。
「それにしても、どうしてわざわざ本名を名乗った？ イスラム大学工学部教授ザカリア・ハッダード」
ベンは冗談混じりに応えた。
「とりあえず、チャットGPTに尋ねるか？ 漏洩しないレベルで」
ジャックは、ステージの床に置いたマックブックエアを操作するベンを指差し、無言でゴーサインを出した。
ベンは、サイトを開いて質問した。
「テレビで共和党大統領候補のジャスティンが撃たれたニュースやってるけど、なんで犯人は本名を名乗ったと思う？」
AIはしばらく考え込むかと思ったが即答された。
「復讐だからです。おそらく、なんらかの事件の復讐が絡んでいるのでしょう。しかも大勢が亡くなられた事件です。だから彼は自分の固い意思を表明するために自殺したのです」
ベンはつづけた。
「流れた動画で、確かにこめかみに銃口を当て、死亡した。その後、画面は真っ黒になって終わったよ。どうして彼が亡くなったと確信する？」
ベンはそう打ち込んだ後、動画のリンク先を貼り付けた。
今度は、多少の時間を要したが、それでも５秒程度だ。
「2台のHMIライトに照らされ、机にこぼれた数滴の血液の表面から判断しました。この血液は本物です。動画の状況からおそらく彼は即死でしょう」
ベンは、回答に疑問をもった。つづけて、キーを叩いた。
「HMIライト？ 窓の外は太陽の光じゃないのか？」
「太陽の自然な光ではありません。これは造られた光。つまり電気による照明です。おそらくスタジオなどで使用されるHMIライトで、昼光色、5600Kに近い、窓からの光の再現が可能なものです」
ジャックはベンにいった。
「マーカスがザカリアはブルックリンだと言っていた。地図を開け」
と、その前に、といってジャックは続けた。
「ジャスティンもオーウェンも助かっている。これだけのセッティングをしながら胸には当たっていない。ベン、偶然かどうかを訊いてくれ」
ベンはジャックの言葉を反復するようにキーを叩いた。答えは即答だった。
「発射装置の無線機器、天井からの角度などを考えると、意図的にはずしています」
「なぜだ？」
「即死した場合、畏怖を与えられません。それが復讐です」
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B♭ （ビーフラット）
舞台はニューヨークです。
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Soundtrack.
music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b-my-novel-soundtrack/pl.u-47...
追記 この小説を多少説明しました。
youtu.be/3w65lqUF-YI?si=yG7qy6TPeCL9xRJV
メモ
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「Bombay型（ボンベイ型、hh型）」
•特徴：通常のABO血液型を持たない（A、B、Oに分類されない）特殊な型。
•発見地：1952年、インド・ムンバイ（旧ボンベイ）で初めて確認。
•発生頻度：インドでは1万人に1人程度だが、世界的には約250万人に1人とも。
•輸血制限：同じBombay型しか輸血できない。
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2024年ハーバード大学首席の卒業式スピーチ『知らないことの力』
youtu.be/SOUH8iVqSOI?si=Ju-Y728irtcWR71K
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Shots fired at Trump rally
youtu.be/1ejfAkzjEhk?si=ASqJwEmkY-2rW_hT
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This Hairstyle is composed by dreads on top of the head and combine with degrading hair base
It include hair base HUD for both Catwa and Lelutka heads.
Is also delivered with a tattoo layer for the SL Default Avatar / Classic avatar tattoo layers for future Bakes On Mesh compatibility.
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What's that I see? Custom brake rotors!
After creating custom wheels and tires, I couldn't forget the last details. I tested using various Lego pieces for the rotors, but I didn't find anything that I really liked. So, I had to make my own. For my first design, I made these slotted, but I can of course create other rotor designs.
For the calipers, I really wanted to stick with a Lego piece, so I can use their colors. I tried so many pieces. I tested the curved 1x2 jumper, but it was too big. I saw @3dsupercarbricks use the claw piece which is really clever, but it would have been tough to attach to the rotors. I then found the ingot piece, which is what I am using. I like how it has a taper at the top of each corner, which gives it a rounder look. It's not the perfect representation of a caliper, but I am happy with how it looks.
The size of the rotor and caliper fit really well into the wheel. However, I'm thinking of future compatibility with other wheels, so I'm going to test fitting smaller rotors.
Version: v1.1
Wheels: Volk TE37 SL v1.0 - Face 3 - Lip 2/3
Scale: ~1:17
Inspiration: @streethunterdesigns @varis_japan @toyota @toyotires @rayswheels_official
Viking Princess is a liquefied natural gas (LNG)-driven multipurpose offshore vessel owned by Eidesvik Supply and operated by Eidesvik. She was delivered in September 2012 and is the sister ship to Viking Prince, which started sailing in March 2012.
Norwegian shipbuilder Kleven Maritime won a $77.28m (NOK440m) contract by Eidesvik back in July 2010 to build the two sister ships. The keel of the second vessel, Viking Princess, was laid in October 2011 in Kleven Maritime’s yard at Ulsteinvik, Ulstein, Norway. The vessel’s hull was launched in April 2012.
Viking Princess was officially christened by Mette-Marit, the Crown Princess of Norway, on 14 September 2012 in Bergen, Hordaland, Norway.
The vessel is of VS 489 Gas PSV design developed by Wärtsilä Ship Design and is built to DNV class 1A1 ICE-C Supply Vessel, Standby Vessel(S), Oil Rec, Gas Fuelled, and other notations.
Prominent features of the vessel include fuel economy, low emissions, large cargo capacity, oil recovery equipment and capacity for standby. Winterisation and de-icing solutions make her suitable for operations in ice and cold environments.
The vessel’s dual fuel engines allow her to operate on gas as well as heavy fuel oil (HFO) and marine diesel oil (MDO). It is only during LNG bunkering that the vessel uses diesel. The use of LNG will reduce NOx and CO2 emissions by 85% and 25% respectively.
Viking Princess has a gross tonnage of 5,014t and a dead weight of 5,800t. Her overall length, moulded breadth and summer draught are 89.6m, 21m and 7.6m respectively. Length between perpendiculars is 79.2m, while depth to main deck is 9.6m. Cargo deck area of the vessel is 1,050m2 and the height of the cargo rail is 4m.
Accommodation and facilities onboard the Viking Princess
The PSV can provide permanent accommodation for a total of 28 persons. It has four cabin states, 12 one-man cabins and six two-man cabins. All of them are provided with toilet and shower facilities.
Facilities on-board include a no-smokers room, smokers room, laundry and gymnasium. The vessel also has an office and a hospital.
Tank storage capacity and discharge rates
Storage capacities of tanks onboard the Viking Princess are 823m3 of fuel oil, 1,036m3 of fresh water, 1,781m3 of drill water/ballast, 1,392m3 of liquid mud, 210m3 of methanol, 300m3 of dry bulk, 1,667m3 of brine and 243m3 of base oil. The LNG tank can store 233m3.
The discharge rate of fuel oil, fresh water, drill water/ballast and base oil is 150m3/hr per pump. Liquid mud and base oil can be discharged at the rate of 100m3/hr per pump, while methanol and special products can be discharged at the rate of 75m3/hr per pump.
Tank washing is done with hot and cold water. Tanks containing mud, brine and base oil are washed with chemical blended water. All types of liquid cargo on-board the vessel are handled by separate pumps and piping system.
Viking Princess deck equipment
Viking Princess is fitted with two Adria tugger winches and two Adria mooring winches. An Adria anchor / mooring winch is installed forward. There are also two harbour mobile cranes (HMCs), each of which can lift 5t at a 15m outreach.
Viking Princess manoeuvring, navigation and communication systems
The PSV is provided with an integrated manoeuvring, dynamic positioning (DP) and vessel management system. Kongsberg has supplied its K-POS DP-22 DP system and K-Master manoeuvring system for the vessel. Wärtsilä Automation supplied the vessel management system comprising cargo handling and alarm.
The PSV can provide permanent accommodation for a total of 28 persons.
Navigation solution includes three gyrocompasses and an autopilot from Anschutz, two marine radars (3cm and 10cm) with automatic radar plotting aid (ARPA) capability, an FA-150 automatic identification system (AIS), an electronic chart display and information system (ECDIS) and a FE-700 echo sounder. It also includes a DS-80 Doppler log and NX – 700B Navigational Telex (Navtex) from Furuno, a Taiyo VHF direction finder and Gill Ultrasonic wind sensor.
For communication, the vessel is supplied with Furuno, Motorola and Thon-made UHF/VHF stationary and portable radio telephones. These include MF/HF. FS-1570 radio plants, two FM-8800S VHF all-in-one marine VHF radio telephones, three FM-2721 VHF radio telephones, three GM-360 mobile radios, a Thon TR 20 portable radio phone, a GP340 VHF portable radio, and a GM380 stationary radio.
Other notable communication instruments include two Sea Tel 6009 VSAT antennae, two Furuno Felcom 15 InMarSat-Cs with GMDSS compatibility, a Tron 40 S and a Tron 45 SX emergency position indicating radio beacons (EPIRBs), and two Tron SART radar transponders.
Viking Princess machinery and propulsion
Viking Princess is equipped with Wärtsilä’s gas electric propulsion system featuring the low loss voncept (LLC). Instead of four main engines, the vessel is outfitted with two large and two small dual-fuel engines. The larger ones are six-cylinder in-line 34DF engines, each rated at 2,610kW. The smaller ones are six-cylinder 20DF engines, each rated at 1,056kW. Each of them is driven by Alconza main generators (2 x 2,510kW and 2 x1,014kW).
Emergency generator sets include a Volvo Penta D12 engine of 339kW capacity and a Stamford generator of 375kVA.
Propulsion is provided by two Steerprop Sp 35 CRP azimuth propellers, each of 2,450kW. A set of two Brunvoll bow thrusters, each of 1,000kW, and an azimuth thruster of 880kW allow the vessel to manoeuvre smoothly.
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Twelfth Installment. 😄
What follows is still only a first draft. I will continue to revise it.
The essential passages remain unpublished.
The sections I share here are out of order.
(Of course, this is not the final draft.)
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My New Novel
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In the heart of Iowa’s vast farmland—amid swaying stalks of wheat and the slow, silent turning of white wind turbines—President Grant M. Lanford stood upon his native soil. The pastoral vision of a red barn and a white silo rising lonely against the horizon could not shield him from the memory of cities scarred by flames and smoke. Los Angeles. New York. The burning streets weighed upon him, and his words, echoing in the countryside’s hush, cut sharply across the nation.
“America will rise, even when wrapped in fire.”
The calm tone of his declaration carried within it a steely force. He spoke in veiled terms of real measures—ICE, ERO, and the machinery of state security—that would be set in motion to guard the borders and the cities. It was a pledge that America would not bend before fear.
“Attackers—you burned our cities, made families weep, sought to bind our freedom. But we will rise from the rubble. You may take lives, but never our will. You may stain the streets with blood, but you cannot stain the future. We are a people who have never yielded, and never shall.”
His voice rode upon the Iowa wind, stirring not only the quiet fields of grain but reaching, through television and radio, the charred avenues of New York and Los Angeles. In the ears of citizens cowering among ruins, paralyzed by dread, his words rang with a quiet yet immovable resolve. Shoulders eased, ever so slightly. The courage to stand again returned.
“We have been struck. Our cities burned, our people wept, our freedom was bound. Yet we do not yield. ICE and ERO will guard the cities and enforce law and order with unwavering hand. Those who seek to spread terror will bow before our control.”
Lanford spoke in a voice low yet sharp, his words lodging like sparks in the hearts of distant firefighters, of nurses tending the wounded, of anxious mothers on city corners, of neighbors reaching for each other through the rubble. Even spirits crushed beneath fear drew breath again. Behind him stretched the pastoral calm of golden wheat, yet his words wrestled with the fire of cities far away, and in that tension they resounded.
“New York, Los Angeles, and all citizens of this land—you are not alone. We are one nation, one family, and none shall be abandoned. We will not bow to fear. Order shall be preserved, justice shall be done. Those who rise in fire, those who reach from beneath the wreckage—every act of courage will keep America’s lifeblood from running dry.”
His voice was cold, yet strong, carrying a sharpened urgency that cut toward even distant foes.
Lifting his eyes to the sky, Lanford drew a deep breath.
“We will guard our cities again, rebuild them anew. We will conquer fear and restore the nation under law and order. This is our mission—our vow unshaken.”
He proclaimed it with solemn clarity in the stillness of farmland, and citizens far away pressed their hearts against that vow, finding the strength to move forward amid the storm.
“To our enemies—those who would shroud our cities in terror—you are powerless.”
Lanford’s voice rose, bearing within its calmness the glint of a blade.
“In New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, and every city of this land, ICE and ERO stand as enforcers of law, witnesses to your downfall. No crime shall be overlooked. None shall escape. The power of our order, of our law, will not be buried beneath rubble, will not be extinguished in fire. The smoke veiling our cities is not only terror’s mark—it is also the sign of our iron will.”
Behind him the golden fields shivered, as if the wind itself bore fragments of his resolve toward the far-off cities. The President lightly clenched his fist and fixed his gaze once more on the heavens.
“My fellow citizens—you may find yourselves amid chaos and destruction. Yet remember this: those who guard your safety stand here. Law and order will support you between rubble and flame. ICE stands upon the streets, ERO bars the intruders, disorder will be subdued. You need not bow to fear. We will rise together.”
Each word rang with implacable force. That cold edge reached even to the gray corners of the cities. A girl trembling in the shadow of a fallen signal light loosened her shoulders ever so slightly. Neighbors stretching their hands through the cracks of broken stone nodded faintly at one another. For a moment, eyes lit up among those supporting each other between scorched buildings. Where law and order were felt, where the threat of the enemy was checked, hope—small but certain—took root.
Yet in the shadows of the ruins, a voiceless doubt remained. Will we once again entrust everything to the military and ICE? Is freedom to be guarded, or turned to surveillance and control? Does a president speaking from farmland truly know the flames we stand within? These whispers mingled with smoke, piercing quietly at the hearts of the people. And still—
“We will not yield.”
Lanford repeated, his voice low, resonant.
“Those who destroy buildings, who seek to take lives, who would stain the streets with blood—all are powerless. Our will does not waver, the nation’s soul cannot be stolen. The safety of our cities is in our hands, and the order of our land rests upon our vow.”
His words spread like an unseen barrier across the cities.
At last, Lanford lowered his gaze again to the farmland. Standing with golden wheat at his back, he declared, steady and uncompromising:
“Even amid fire and smoke, we will rise. Amid chaos, order shall not perish. We will never flee, never bow. We will guard our cities, our nation, our future. This is our mission, and there shall be no concession.”
His voice carried a cold majesty, yet left within his people a faint but steadfast hope.
When his address was finished, Grant stepped down from the low platform and turned harshly upon Vice President Charles Baines.
“Those Gaza bastards—we should have finished them off. No food, no relief. We should have driven them straight into death, unmoved by Palestine’s tears.”
“Grant,” Baines answered, “if we had done that, it would be our breath that had been cut short. The Republican Party held another term only because our judgment then was right.”
Grant loosened the red silk tie from his neck and handed it to the aide at his side.
“Is Justin still asleep? That spoiled brat.”
“Eleanor is with him. She tends to him well. You won’t find another young woman like her.”
“And Owen? I’d have been glad if he’d perished.”
“He cannot be allowed to die yet. It is precisely his incompetence, his lingering presence, that prolongs ours. And when Ryan and his wife Sophia fall with him, then we Republicans remain secure.”
For while the Republican nominee was Justin Bradford, the Democrats had chosen Ryan Bennett as their champion.
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There’s still more to come. 😃
(This is not the final draft.)
Set in New York City.
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Note: I gave a brief explanation of this novel in the following video:
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iTunes Playlist Link::
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My new novel:
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Notes
1. "Bombay Blood Type (hh type)"
•Characteristics: A rare blood type that lacks the usual ABO antigens — cannot be classified as A, B, or O.
•Discovery: First identified in 1952 in Mumbai, India (formerly Bombay).
•Prevalence: Roughly 1 in 10,000 people in India; globally, about 1 in 2.5 million.
•Transfusion Compatibility: Only compatible with blood from other Bombay type donors.
2. 2024 Harvard University Valedictorian Speech – The Power of Not Knowing
youtu.be/SOUH8iVqSOI?si=Ju-Y728irtcWR71K
3. Shots Fired at Trump Rally
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僕の新しい小説。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
第12弾。 😄
以下は、まだ初稿の段階です。まだ推敲します。
重要な部分は公開していません。
公開している内容の順番はバラバラです。
(もちろん最終稿ではありません。)
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アイオワ州の広大な農地のただなか、風に揺れる麦の穂と白い風車の静かな回転を背景に、グラント・M・ランフォード大統領は故郷に立っていた。赤い納屋と白亜のサイロが地平線にぽつりと立つその牧歌的光景も、胸に刻まれた都市の炎と煙には抗えない。ロサンゼルス、ニューヨーク――燃え盛る街を想い、彼の言葉は農村の静けさにこだましながら、全米に鋭く届いた。
「アメリカは炎に包まれてもなお立ち上がる」
穏やかに響くその宣言は、冷徹な力を孕んでいた。国境と都市の安全を守るため、ICEやEROが徹底的に動くことも含めた現実の手段を、彼は暗に示している。恐怖を前にしても決して屈しない、という意思表明であった。
「襲撃者よ、あなたたちは都市を焼き、家族を泣かせ、自由を縛ろうとした。しかし我々は瓦礫の中から立ち上がる。命を奪えても、意志を奪うことはできぬ。街を血で染めても、未来を染めることはできない。我々は屈したことがなく、今後も決して屈しない国民だからだ」
その声はアイオワの風に乗り、穏やかな麦畑を揺らすだけでなく、テレビやラジオを通じて遠くニューヨークやロサンゼルスの焼け焦げた街路にまで届いた。瓦礫に隠れ、恐怖で硬直していた市民たちの耳に、静かでありながらも決して揺るがぬ決意が響く。彼らは微かに肩の力を抜き、再び立ち上がる勇気を取り戻す。
「我々は攻撃を受けた。都市は焼かれ、人々は泣き、自由は縛られた。しかし、我々は屈しない。ICEとEROは都市を守り、法と秩序を断固として執行する。恐怖を拡散させようとする者たちは、我々の統制の前に屈するのだ」
ランフォードは低く、しかし鋭い口調で言い放った。その言葉に、遠く離れた都市の消防士や医療従事者、街角で不安を抱く母親たち、瓦礫の中で手を差し伸べる隣人の目に、かすかな光が宿る。恐怖に押し潰されそうになった魂も、彼の言葉によってわずかに呼吸を取り戻す。大地に立つ大統領の背後に広がる牧歌的な風景と、都市の炎に立ち向かう言葉が、遠く離れた場所で互いに響き合うのであった。
「ニューヨーク、ロサンゼルス、そして全国の国民よ。あなた方は決して孤独ではない。我々は一つの国、一つの家族であり、誰も取り残されない。恐怖に屈することはない。秩序は守られ、正義は行われる。炎の中で立ち上がる者、瓦礫の下から手を伸ばす者、すべての勇気ある行動が、アメリカの血脈を絶やさない」
彼の声は冷たくも力強く、遠くの敵にも届く刃のような切迫感を帯びていた。
そしてランフォードは視線を天に向け、深く息を吸い込んだ。
「我々は再び都市を守り、再び街を建て直す。恐怖に勝ち、法と秩序のもとに国を立て直す。これが我々の使命であり、決して揺るがぬ誓いである」
農地の静けさの中で凛と宣言する。遠くの都市にいる国民も、心の奥でその誓いに寄り添い、嵐の中で前に進む力を胸に刻むのであった。
「敵に告げる――我々の都市を恐怖に染めようとする者たちよ、あなたたちは無力だ」
ランフォードは声を張り上げ、穏やかさの中に鋭利な刃のような冷たさを忍ばせた。
「ニューヨーク、ロサンゼルス、シカゴ、そして全米の都市において、ICEとEROは法の執行者として、あなたたちの行動の末路を見守る。違法行為は決して見逃されず、逃れることは許されない。我々の秩序と法の力は、瓦礫の下に埋もれることも、炎の中に消えることもない。都市を包む煙は恐怖を示すだけでなく、我々の鋼の意思を浮かび上がらせる標でもある」と言葉を刻むように続けた。
背後に広がる黄金色の麦畑は揺れ、風に乗って遠くの都市へとその意思の一端を届けるかのように感じられた。大統領は拳を軽く握り、視線を天に据えた。
「国民よ、あなたたちは今、混乱と破壊の中にいるかもしれない。しかし覚えておくのだ、あなたの安全を守る者はここにいる。法と秩序が、瓦礫と炎の間であなたを支える。ICEは街路に立ち、EROは侵入者を隔て、混乱を鎮める。恐怖に屈する必要はない。私たちは共に立ち上がるのだ」
ランフォードは、言葉一つひとつに断固たる力を込めた。その冷徹さは、都市の灰色の街角にいる人々にも伝わった。倒れた信号機の影で震える少女は、恐怖のなかで微かに肩の力を抜き、瓦礫の隙間で手を差し伸べ合う隣人たちも、彼の言葉に小さくうなずいていた。焦げたビルの間で互いを支え合う人々の目に、一瞬、光が宿る。法と秩序が守られ、敵の脅威が制されることを肌で感じるとき、希望は小さくとも確かに芽吹くのだ。
しかしその一方で、瓦礫の影に潜む声なき疑念も消えはしなかった。「また軍とICEばかりに任せるのか」「自由を守るはずが監視と統制に変わるのではないか」「農地から語る大統領は、本当に炎の中の我々を理解しているのか」――その囁きは煙に紛れ、静かに人々の胸を刺していた。しかしーー
「我々は決して屈しない」
ランフォードはそう低く響く声で繰り返す。
「建物を破壊する者、命を奪おうとする者、街を血で染めようとする者――そのすべての行為は無力である。我々の意志は揺らがず、国家の魂は誰にも奪わせない。都市の安全は我々の手にあり、全土の秩序は我々の誓いによって保たれる」
彼の言葉の一つひとつが都市に張り巡らされた見えない結界のように響き渡った。
そして、ランフォードは視線を再び農地に落とした。黄金色の麦畑を背に立ち、静かながらも断固たる声で言った。
「炎と煙の中でも、我々は立ち上がる。混乱の渦中にあっても、秩序は失われない。我々は決して逃げず、決して屈しない。都市を守り、国を守り、未来を守る。これが我々の使命であり、これ以上の譲歩はない」
彼は口調に冷徹な威厳を帯びさせ、同時に国民の胸に小さくとも確かな希望を残すのであった。
コメントを終えたグラントは、低い壇上を降りながら、チャールズ・ベインズ副大統領へ語気を荒げて言い放った。
「ガザの連中どもが。徹底的に息の根を止めるべきだった。パレスチナの涙に惑わされず、食糧なんて配布せずに完全な死へ追いやるべきだった」
「グラント、あのとき、もしもそれを達成していたら、俺たちの息の根が止められていたよ。共和党がもう一期やれたのは、あのときの私たちの判断が正しかったからだ」
グラントは赤いシルクのネクタイをはずし、そばの秘書へ手渡した。
「ジャスティンはまだ寝てるのか？ わがまま小僧が」
「エリノアがそばにいるよ。ちゃんと彼女が世話している。あんないい娘はなかなかいない」
「オーウェンはどうなった？ くたばれば良かったのにな」
「彼にはまだ死なれては困る。無能な彼が生きながらえてこそ、我々も延命される。そして、ライアンも、妻のソフィアも同時に淘汰され、我々、共和党は安泰だ」
共和党大統領候補のジャスティン・ブラッドフォードに対し、民主党は、ライアン・ベネットを選出していた。
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B♭ （ビーフラット）
舞台はニューヨークです。
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追記 この小説を多少説明しました。
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メモ
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「Bombay型（ボンベイ型、hh型）」
•特徴：通常のABO血液型を持たない（A、B、Oに分類されない）特殊な型。
•発見地：1952年、インド・ムンバイ（旧ボンベイ）で初めて確認。
•発生頻度：インドでは1万人に1人程度だが、世界的には約250万人に1人とも。
•輸血制限：同じBombay型しか輸血できない。
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2024年ハーバード大学首席の卒業式スピーチ『知らないことの力』
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Shots fired at Trump rally
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PACIFIC OCEAN (Apr. 14, 2021) – An MV-22B Osprey assigned to Air Test and Evaluation (HX) Squadron 21 of Naval Air Station (NAS) Patuxent River, Md., takes off from Military Sealift Command hospital ship USNS Mercy’s (T-AH 19) flight deck Apr. 14. Mercy is underway off the coast of Southern California completing a Dynamic Interface exercise, where the ship’s aviation facilities will be evaluated for compatibility with the V-22 Osprey and MH-60 Seahawk, and establish launch and recovery windows in adverse weather conditions. Mercy recently returned to its homeport in San Diego from a regular overhaul in Portland, Ore., where improvements were made to its flight deck to support multiple aircraft platforms. Mercy must be in a five-day-activation status in order to support missions over the horizon, and be ready, reliable and resilient to support mission commanders. (U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 3rd Class Jake Greenberg)
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Auriel ENB 199 + Kyo's Advanced Bloom + SweetFX Boulotaur Edition with SMAA, Luma, Vibrance, Curves. 1080p. Tilt Shift Dof Q3. TimeofDay ON. ENB Helper Mod disabled
Little advice for those who use Auriel with Real Clouds: that's probably not a good idea, I'm still verifying its compatibility with Auriel settings.
A good thing continues
Some six months ago, I posted almost 100 images and a few thoughts I felt were missing from the many existing RX1 reviews. The outpouring of support and interest in that article was very gratifying. When I published, I had used the camera for six full months, enough time to come to a view of its strengths and weaknesses and to produce a small portfolio of good images, but not enough time to see the full picture (pun intended). In the following six months, I have used the camera at least as frequently as in the first six and have produced another small set of good images. It should be noted that my usage of the RX1 in the last six (and especially in the last 3) months has involved less travel and more time with the family and around the house; I will share relatively few of these images but will spend some time sharing my impressions of its functionality for family snapshots as I am sure there is some interest. And let it be said here: one of the primary motivations to purchase the camera was to take more photos with the family, and after one full year I can confidently say: money well spent.
The A7/r game-changer?
In the past six months, Sony have announced and released two full-frame, interchangeable lens cameras that clearly take design cues from the RX1: the A7 and the A7r. These cameras are innovative and highly capable and, as such, are in the midst of taking the photography world by storm. I think they are compelling enough cameras that I wonder whether Sony is wasting its energy continuing to develop further A-mount cameras. Sony deserve credit for a bold strategy—many companies would have been content to allow the success of the the RX1 (and RX1R) generate further sales before pushing further into the white space left unexplored by camera makers with less ambition.This is not the place to detail the relative advantages and disadvantages of the RX1 versus the A7/r except to make the following point. I currently use a Nikon D800 and an RX1: were I to sell both and purchase the A7r + 35mm f/2.8 I would in many ways lose nothing by way of imaging capability or lens compatibility but would pocket the surplus $1250-1750. Indeed this loyal Nikon owner thought long and hard about doing so, which speaks to the strategic importance of these cameras for a company trying to make inroads into a highly concentrated market.Ultimately, I opted to hang onto the two cameras I have (although this decision is one that I revisit time and time again) and continue to use them as I have for the past year. Let me give you a quick flavor of why.
The RX1 is smaller and more discrete
This is a small a point, but my gut reaction to the A7/r was: much smaller than the D800, not as small as the RX1. The EVF atop the A7/r and the larger profile of interchangeable mount lenses means that I would not be able to slip the A7/r into a pocket the way I can the RX1. Further, by virtue of using the EVF and its loud mechanical shutter, the A7/r just isn’t as stealthy as the RX1. Finally, f/2 beats the pants off of f/2.8 at the same or smaller size.At this point, some of you may be saying, “Future Sony releases will allow you to get a body without an EVF and get an f/2 lens that has a slimmer profile, etc, etc.” And that’s just the point: to oversimplify things, the reason I am keeping my RX1 is that Sony currently offers something close to an A7 body without a built-in EVF and with a slimmer profile 35mm f/2.
The D800 has important functional advantages
On the other side of the spectrum, the AF speed of the A7/r just isn’t going to match the D800, especially when the former is equipped with a Nikon lens and F-mount adapter. EVFs cannot yet match the experience of looking through the prism and the lens (I expect they will match soon, but aren’t there yet). What’s more, I have made such an investment in Nikon glass that I can’t yet justify purchasing an adapter for a Sony mount or selling them all for Sony’s offerings (many of which aren’t to market yet).Now, all of these are minor points and I think all of them disappear with an A8r, but they add up to something major: I have two cameras very well suited to two different types of shooting, and I ask myself if I gain or lose by getting something in between—something that wasn’t quite a pocket shooter and something that was quite a DSLR? You can imagine, however, that if I were coming to the market without a D800 and an RX1, that my decision would be far different: dollar for dollar, the A7/r would be a no-brainer.During the moments when I consider selling to grab an A7r, I keep coming back to a thought I had a month or so before the RX1 was announced. At that time I was considering something like the NEX cameras with a ZM 21mm f/2.8 and I said in my head, “I wish someone would make a carry-around camera with a full frame sensor and a fixed 35mm f/2.8 or f/2.” Now you understand how attractive the RX1 is to me and what a ridiculously high bar exists for another camera system to reach.
Okay, so what is different from the last review?
For one, I had an issue with the camera’s AF motor failing to engage and giving me an E61:00 error. I had to send it out to Sony for repairs (via extended warranty and service plan). I detailed my experience with Sony Service here [insert link] and I write to you as a very satisfied customer. That is to say, I have 3 years left on a 4 year + accidental damage warranty and I feel confident enough in that coverage to say that I will have this beauty in working order for at least another 3 years.For two, I’ve spent significantly less time thinking of this camera as a DSLR replacement and have instead started to develop a very different way of shooting with it. The activation barrier to taking a shot with my D800 is quite high. Beyond having to bring a large camera wherever you go and have it in hand, a proper camera takes two hands and full attention to produce an image. I shoot slowly and methodically and often from a tripod with the D800. In contrast, I can pull the RX1 out, pop off the lens cap, line up and take a shot with one hand (often with a toddler in the other). This fosters a totally different type of photography.
My “be-there” camera
The have-everywhere camera that gives DSLR type controls to one-handed shooting lets me pursue images that happen very quickly or images that might not normally meet the standards of “drag-the-DSLR-out-of-the-bag.” Many of those images you’ll see on this post. A full year of shooting and I can say this with great confidence: the RX1 is a terrific mash-up of point-and-shoot and DSLR not just in image quality and features, but primarily in the product it helps me create. To take this thinking a bit further: I find myself even processing images from the RX1 differently than I would from my DSLR. So much so that I have strongly considered starting a tumblr and posting JPEGs directly from the RX1 via my phone or an iPad rather than running the bulk of them through Lightroom, onto Flickr and then on the blog (really this is just a matter of time, stay tuned, and those readers who have experience with tumblr, cloud image storage and editing, etc, etc, please contact me, I want to pick your brain).Put simply, I capture more spontaneous and beautiful “moments” than I might have otherwise. Photography is very much an exercise in “f/8 and be there,” and the RX1 is my go-to “be there” camera.
The family camera
I mentioned earlier that I justified the purchase of the RX1 partly as a camera to be used to document the family moments into which a DSLR doesn’t neatly fit. Over the past year I’ve collected thousands and thousands of family images with the RX1. The cold hard truth is that many of those photos could be better if I’d taken a full DSLR kit with me to the park or the beach or the grocery store each time. The RX1 is a difficult camera to use on a toddler (or any moving subject for that matter); autofocus isn’t as fast as a professional DSLR, it’s difficult to perfectly compose via an LCD (especially in bright sunlight), but despite these shortcomings, it’s been an incredibly useful family camera. There are simply so many beautiful moments where I had the RX1 over my shoulder, ready to go that whatever difficulties exist relative to a DSLR, those pale in comparison to the power of it’s convenience. The best camera is the one in your hand.
Where to go from here.
So what is the value of these RX1 going forward, especially in a world of the A7/r and it’s yet-to-be-born siblings without an EVF and a pancake lens? Frankly, at its current price (which is quite fair when you consider the value of the the body and the lens) I see precious little room for an independent offering versus a mirrorless, interchangeable lens system with the same image quality in a package just as small. That doesn’t mean Sony won’t make an RX2 or an RX1 Mark II (have a look at it’s other product lines to see how many SKUs are maintained despite low demand). Instead, I see the RX1 as a bridge that needed to exist for engineers, managers, and the market to make it to the A7/r and it’s descendants.A Facebook friend recently paid me a great compliment; he said something like, “Justin, via your blog, you’ve sold a ton of RX1 cameras.” Indeed, despite my efforts not to be a salesman, I think he’s right: I have and would continue to recommend this camera.The true value of the RX1 going forward is for those of us who have the thing on our shoulders; and yes, if you have an investment in and a love for a DSLR system, there’s still tremendous value in getting one, slinging it over your shoulder, and heading out into the wide, bright world; A7/r or no, this is just an unbelievably capable camera.
Germany inherited 24 aircraft from East Germany in 1990, which were subsequently upgrade for NATO compatibility. The upgrades were completed by MiG Aircraft Product Support Gmbh (MAPS), a joint venture company formed between MiG Moscow Aviation Production Association and DaimlerChrysler Aerospace in 1993. These new aircraft were designated MiG-29G (single-seat) and MiG-29GT (tandem-seat). The Fulcrums served with the German Air Force until the arrival of the Eurofighter Typhoon in 2003. The remaining aircraft were sold to Poland.
In this image, a MiG-29G from the Jagdgeschwader 73 (JG73) “Steinhoff” tangles with a Finnish Air Force F/A-18C Hornet from Fighter Squadron 31 during training exercises. The Fulcrum and Hornet are comparable in many ways, as both were intended as lightweight, air-superiority fighters. It has been a hotly contested debate about which aircraft was better in a dogfight, with both sides claiming superiority. One could at least say that, at worst, the aircraft were evenly matched; advantages usually appeared in either avionics and weapon systems and, of course, pilots.
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Comparison of scale & compatibility between LEGO bricks and their LOZ clone counterparts.
Uploading pics for an upcoming Manifesto blog article. I'll be taking a look at the morally mind-bending mini bricks from LOZ.
EDIT: The article has posted
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Title.
Red and White.
(The plastic bag on the street has been removed in today’s photo.)
(LUMIX G3 shot)
Manhattan. New York. USA. 2017. … 2 / 7
Images.
ELLEGARDEN … The End Of The World
youtu.be/3hAKmshltDY?si=x3N9A-311MSsTeMw
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My New Novel
B♭ (B Flat)
Part Seven.
A partial release of my novel currently in progress.
(Of course, this is not the final draft.)😃
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Scene: Madison Square Garden – Jack, Ben, Crime Scene Investigation
On the stage inside the Garden, temporary lighting rigs hung above, and white-and-blue barricade tape had been strung across in four overlapping lines.
The audience seating had been completely cordoned off by the police, and the only sound was the distant thrum of a news helicopter circling overhead.
A team from the NYPD’s Major Case Squad surrounded the stage, working in steady silence.
At the center stood a man from the forensic unit, wearing a jacket with “FORENSIC UNIT” printed boldly across the back.
“Two shell casings confirmed. Behind the lighting on the far right of the stage...”
One gloved forensic technician carefully placed yellow numbered markers beside each casing. Another, from the photo unit, captured them from multiple angles.
“Two bullet impacts, beneath the main monitor. They pierced through the back panel. Slugs have already been retrieved.”
Another investigator was measuring angles with a tape and reconstructing the line of fire using a laser. The trajectory of the bullets would help trace back to the firing point.
Faint traces of blood remained on the stage floor—drying, crusting.
A forensic officer, wordless, dabbed a cotton swab into the stain and sealed it in a specimen pouch.
“The CCTV backup has already been handed over by Garden security. The footage is being transferred onto the central laptop.”
The officers moved with a quiet efficiency.
Everyone kept their words to a minimum, focused solely on the scene before them.
It was a dead space—a place where the echoes of screams still lingered in the walls.
Here, cold precision and raw confusion stood shoulder to shoulder, caught in the wake of violence.
Ben had mostly completed his initial forensic scan.
The two shots aimed at Justin had been fired from the overhead center-hung screen, triggered remotely via an online connection.
The voice of Jack, which had echoed through the Garden’s PA system, had been edited using AI.
The audio file had been remotely accessed, overwritten onto the announcement server via the venue’s sound control system, and then played back. That too had been done over the internet.
Jack, shielding his eyes from the ceiling lights, turned to Ben.
“Still, why the hell did he use his real name? Professor Zakaria Haddad, Department of Engineering, Islamic University.”
Ben replied, half in jest.
“Maybe we should ask ChatGPT. You know, just enough to stay within its leak-safe parameters.”
Jack gave him a silent go-ahead, pointing at the MacBook Air Ben had placed on the stage floor.
Ben opened the site and typed in his question:
“The news is saying that Justin, the Republican presidential candidate, was shot. But why would the shooter use his real name?”
The AI didn’t take long to reply.
“Because it was revenge. Most likely, the act was tied to a previous incident in which many lives were lost. He killed himself to declare his unwavering intent.”
Ben typed again.
“In the leaked video, he clearly places the muzzle to his temple and dies. The screen cuts to black right after. Why are you certain he's dead?”
He pasted in the video’s link.
This time, the pause was slightly longer—around five seconds.
“Judging from the blood drops on the desk under two HMI lights, yes. The blood is real. Given the context, death was likely instantaneous.”
Ben frowned, a trace of doubt crossing his mind. He typed again.
“HMI lights? Isn’t that just sunlight coming through the window?”
“It’s not natural light. It’s manufactured—electrical. Likely HMI lights used in studio setups, mimicking daylight color temperature, around 5600K. They are designed to replicate sunlight streaming through a window.”
Jack turned to Ben again.
“Marcus said Zakaria was in Brooklyn. Pull up the map.”
Then he added, almost as an afterthought:
“Justin and Owen both survived. And despite all this elaborate setup, neither was hit in the chest. Ben, ask it—was that intentional?”
Ben echoed Jack’s words into the keyboard. The response came immediately.
“Considering the trajectory from the ceiling and the configuration of the firing devices, the shooter deliberately missed.”
“Why?”
“Because if the target had died instantly, he would not have instilled fear. This was revenge.”
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My new novel:
B♭ (B-flat)
There’s still more to come. 😃
(This is not the final draft.)
Set in New York City.
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Soundtrack.
music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b-my-novel-soundtrack/pl.u-47...
Note: I gave a brief explanation of this novel in the following video:
youtu.be/3w65lqUF-YI?si=yG7qy6TPeCL9xRJV
iTunes Playlist Link::
music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b/pl.u-47DJGhopxMD
Notes
1. "Bombay Blood Type (hh type)"
•Characteristics: A rare blood type that lacks the usual ABO antigens — cannot be classified as A, B, or O.
•Discovery: First identified in 1952 in Mumbai, India (formerly Bombay).
•Prevalence: Roughly 1 in 10,000 people in India; globally, about 1 in 2.5 million.
•Transfusion Compatibility: Only compatible with blood from other Bombay type donors.
2. 2024 Harvard University Valedictorian Speech – The Power of Not Knowing
youtu.be/SOUH8iVqSOI?si=Ju-Y728irtcWR71K
3. Shots Fired at Trump Rally
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Title.
赤と白。
( LUMIX G3 shot )
マンハッタン。ニューヨーク。アメリカ。2017. … 2 / 7
Images.
ELLEGARDEN … The End Of The World
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僕の新しい小説。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
第七弾。現在執筆中の小説を部分的に公開しています。😃
(もちろん最終稿ではありません。)
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場面 マジソンスクエアガーデン ジャック、ベン、現場検証
ガーデンのステージ上には、仮設の照明が吊られ、白と青のバリケードテープが四重に張られていた。
警察によって観客席は完全封鎖され、報道ヘリの音だけが遠くに響いている。
NYPDの犯罪捜査課（Major Case Squad）のチームがステージを囲み、黙々と作業を進めていた。その中心に立つのは、背中に「FORENSIC UNIT」と書かれたジャケットを着た鑑識の男だ。
「薬莢、２つ確認。ステージ右端の照明裏……」
手袋をはめた鑑識係が、番号の付いた黄色いマーカーを1つずつ並べていく。写真係がそれを角度を変えて何枚も撮る。
「着弾痕、メインモニター下に2発。バックパネルを貫通してる。弾は回収済み」
別の隊員がメジャーで角度を測定し、レーザーで射線の再現を行っていた。銃弾の軌道は、発砲位置を逆算する鍵になる。ステージ床には微かに血痕が残っており、それが乾いて固まりつつあった。鑑識の一人が無言で綿棒を取り出し、血痕を拭き取っては密封パックに入れていく。
「CCTVのバックアップ、ガーデンのセキュリティから提供済み。映像は中央のノートPCに取り込み中」
警官たちは淡々としていた。誰もが目の前の状況に集中しながら、言葉数を減らしていた。
ここは、叫び声の残響がまだ壁に漂う“死んだ空間”──冷静と混乱が隣り合わせに立ち尽くす、犯罪の余韻が散らばっていた。
ベンが現場を概ね鑑識した結果、ジャスティンを狙った二発は、頭上のセンター・ハング・スクリーンからで、ネット経由からの遠隔操作だった。
ガーデン館内にアナウンスされたジャックの音声は、AIで編集され、音響コントロールシステムにリモートで侵入し、アナウンス用サーバーへ音声ファイルを上書きし、再生されたものだ。もちろんこれもネットからの操作だ。
ジャックは、天井の光を手で遮りながら、ベンへいった。
「それにしても、どうしてわざわざ本名を名乗った？ イスラム大学工学部教授ザカリア・ハッダード」
ベンは冗談混じりに応えた。
「とりあえず、チャットGPTに尋ねるか？ 漏洩しないレベルで」
ジャックは、ステージの床に置いたマックブックエアを操作するベンを指差し、無言でゴーサインを出した。
ベンは、サイトを開いて質問した。
「テレビで共和党大統領候補のジャスティンが撃たれたニュースやってるけど、なんで犯人は本名を名乗ったと思う？」
AIはしばらく考え込むかと思ったが即答された。
「復讐だからです。おそらく、なんらかの事件の復讐が絡んでいるのでしょう。しかも大勢が亡くなられた事件です。だから彼は自分の固い意思を表明するために自殺したのです」
ベンはつづけた。
「流れた動画で、確かにこめかみに銃口を当て、死亡した。その後、画面は真っ黒になって終わったよ。どうして彼が亡くなったと確信する？」
ベンはそう打ち込んだ後、動画のリンク先を貼り付けた。
今度は、多少の時間を要したが、それでも５秒程度だ。
「2台のHMIライトに照らされ、机にこぼれた数滴の血液の表面から判断しました。この血液は本物です。動画の状況からおそらく彼は即死でしょう」
ベンは、回答に疑問をもった。つづけて、キーを叩いた。
「HMIライト？ 窓の外は太陽の光じゃないのか？」
「太陽の自然な光ではありません。これは造られた光。つまり電気による照明です。おそらくスタジオなどで使用されるHMIライトで、昼光色、5600Kに近い、窓からの光の再現が可能なものです」
ジャックはベンにいった。
「マーカスがザカリアはブルックリンだと言っていた。地図を開け」
と、その前に、といってジャックは続けた。
「ジャスティンもオーウェンも助かっている。これだけのセッティングをしながら胸には当たっていない。ベン、偶然かどうかを訊いてくれ」
ベンはジャックの言葉を反復するようにキーを叩いた。答えは即答だった。
「発射装置の無線機器、天井からの角度などを考えると、意図的にはずしています」
「なぜだ？」
「即死した場合、畏怖を与えられません。それが復讐です」
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僕の新しい小説。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
舞台はニューヨークです。
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追記 この小説を多少説明しました。
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「Bombay型（ボンベイ型、hh型）」
•特徴：通常のABO血液型を持たない（A、B、Oに分類されない）特殊な型。
•発見地：1952年、インド・ムンバイ（旧ボンベイ）で初めて確認。
•発生頻度：インドでは1万人に1人程度だが、世界的には約250万人に1人とも。
•輸血制限：同じBombay型しか輸血できない。
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2024年ハーバード大学首席の卒業式スピーチ『知らないことの力』
youtu.be/SOUH8iVqSOI?si=Ju-Y728irtcWR71K
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Shots fired at Trump rally
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My new novel:
B♭ (B-flat)
There’s still more to come. 😃
(This is not the final draft.)
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Scene: Garden 3‑4
Jack slumped deeply in the commander’s chair, his gaze sweeping across the pale glow of the monitor wall.
Camera feeds A17, A18, A19—all fixed on the arena’s center. Yet the security guard on the west side of the stands wasn’t watching there. His eyes were glued to the emergency exit at Section 212. Its sensor blinked once—a flash of red warning across the screen.
“A suspicious movement… the door sensor just lit up,” Jack's low voice vibrated through Ben’s earpiece.
Ben glanced upward at the monitors and whispered,
“Shall I go?”
“No,” Jack replied, his voice dropping. “Don’t leave your post. I’ll handle it.”
He paused, stern. “It’s probably nothing. But—stay alert. Keep your eyes peeled.”
Silence fell over each earpiece, the tension thickening. On the monitor, the door remained motionless—neither opening nor closing—frozen in stillness.
Jack burst from the briefing room, sprinted up from underground into the arena, his view sweeping the western stand. He looked up at the broad, flat ceiling of Madison Square Garden, sensed it swelling with the heat of the crowd. Cheers greeting the presidential candidate blended with jeers—clearly, anti‑Republicans had infiltrated.
Jack narrowed his gaze on the west stand, then lowered his eyes to his iPhone. Multiple social feeds scrolled with frenetic energy, and one post caught his attention: a murder threat, flashing in angry red text.
He dashed down the crowded corridor and reached the west stand, addressing a nearby guard:
“Evening. Everything clear on your end?”
The guard, clad in plain black suit with no tie—just a discreet earpiece—nodded, calm. He lifted his jacket slightly, revealing the outline of a Glock 19 at his waist. No hostility—just a tacit acknowledgment. Jack responded with a silent nod, their training speaking volumes.
“Door sensor tripped once. I’ll check visually.” Jack seized the cold metal handle and cast a glance down the corridor beyond. Darkness swallowed the path; silence reigned.
He spoke into his earpiece:
“All clear in the west stands. Security is solid.”
He patted the guard’s shoulder. “Stay alert.” The man returned a brief smile—and then lights died across the arena.
In the dark, red lasers lanced from ceiling to floor as a menacing bass drum rolled in from below. A crisp hi‑hat scythed in sixteenth‑notes; a heavy kick drum struck four‑on‑the‑floor. A low, rumbling bass synth layered in—and the very air of the arena began to pulse.
The crowd's heartbeat synchronized with the beat. Swirling smoke and laser cuts, the floor trembling. From deep within the sound, a processed male voice intoned again and again:
“Strength. Order. America.”
As smoke thickened the light, colossal center-hung screens flickered to life:
J U S T I N B R A D F O R D
One spotlight pierced the gloom—red, then blue, finally white—tracing the American tricolor. Within its glow appeared a man: Justin. Clad in a dark‑navy tailored suit, a bold crimson tie signifying the Republican Party, a single white rose pinned to his lapel.
Moments later, another spotlight revealed Eleanor Blake, dressed in an elegant black gown, standing behind him. Hand in hand, they strode center stage, each step purposeful. The audience looked on, awestruck, shouting cheers:
—“Take back America!”—
Red, blue, and white lights danced across their feet. Eleanor paused; Justin stepped forward to the microphone as the music faded and lights dimmed again. Silence engulfed the arena.
He made no sound—only a slight, assured smile. That smile was a declaration of war. Saying everything without uttering a word. That posture—that was the bearing of a man who would become the most powerful leader in the world: President of the United States.
Justin scanned the crowd for a moment, then spoke in calm tones. His golden hair, blue eyes—mirroring Eleanor’s—lent gravity to his words:
“Good evening, New York. How’s your night going so far?”
He smiled at a woman in the front row. Following his father’s advice, he spoke as if addressing just one person, not an entire audience—
—“When I arrived in the parking lot tonight, I felt weighed down by the humidity. Eleanor whispered to me: ‘We chose the best course to protect you. Our team would risk their lives for you.’”
His voice rang clear. Thunderous applause erupted from tens of thousands. A wave of anticipation rolled toward the stage. The spotlight seemed to center itself in his eyes—and likewise in Eleanor’s.
“Tonight, we gather to put our will once again at the heart of this nation. To reclaim the ‘light’ America is forgetting. Over the past four years, our party restored the economy, brought back security, rebuilt national order. Now, it’s time to shine that light brighter—not as mere hope, but as our responsibility. If America shines again, the world will follow. We must seize that stronger, purer light. It will illuminate the world.”
Justin’s voice reverberated through the arena—until… a dry gunshot cracked the air from center stage.
Jack dove instinctively. His eyes darted upward to the giant screens: time froze. He saw Justin’s body convulse backwards, his jacket tail flipping off his left shoulder. The first bullet struck his left arm, the second to his left abdomen. Justin crumpled slowly, falling face‑first.
“Justin!” Eleanor’s scream cut across the stage. Her wide eyes fixed on him, trembling. A haze of tears blurred her vision. Secret Service agents shielded her, pulling her back.
“Hit the deck!” Guards and crowd shouted in chorus. Pandemonium erupted. Women's screams overlapped. The reverberation of gunfire lingered ominously in the cavernous space.
Unbeknownst to most, Jack’s ears had discerned two shots. He closed his eyes and re‑ran the sound—each fired from above—each from perilously close.
“Ben—where are you?” Jack pushed through collapsing spectators, heading to the stage.
“By Justin’s side. Missed his heart—just grazed left arm and abdomen. Not arterial, but bleeding heavily.”
“Medical team’s on the motorcade. Justin has Bombay blood—two bags ready on the ambulance. Start transfusion.”
“If that’s not enough, what about Elijah?”
“Either way, he’s en route. Bellevue Hospital stores Bombay bags—confirmed three days ago.”
Bombay blood: a rare type first found in Bombay (now Mumbai) in 1952—not A, B, or O—afflicting about 1 in 10,000 in India, 1 in 2.5 million worldwide. It can only be transfused to someone of the same type.
Ben replied calmly.
They rushed Justin to Bellevue Hospital—the closest to the Garden. Jack called Elijah. Before the first ring ended, Elijah answered, breathless:
“Jack... this is bad. We’ve no blood—no Bombay stock.”
Jack couldn’t believe it.
“I saw the bags in person three days ago!”
Silence, then Elijah replied:
“The blood keeper was killed in a car crash yesterday.”
As Jack absorbed the news, his voice boomed over the arena’s PA, shaking the trembling building. The crowd froze and then shattered. Thousands surged toward exits—only to find them locked.
“There’s explosives in this building. Please, stay calm and head for the exits. I repeat—I am….”
Panic rippled. Eight exits in total—most had been sealed for VIP and motorcade security. The crowd funnelled into the remaining three.
Low moans grew to shrieks. People trampled the fallen. A little girl's white blouse had turned grey, her teddy flattened. During flight, no one looked back. At one exit, dozens collapsed, graves to the trampling. The weight buckled railings, jammed the door.
“Doors won’t open!” “There’s children—!” Screams scattered. Security couldn’t reach the scene. Orders were drowned in noise. Control evaporated.
“The crowd is uncontrollable, Jack,” came Zakaria’s voice through the PA, along with a simultaneous link to staff smartphones.
“You got my email? Open the link. No virus, I promise.”
Hurriedly, Jack checked his phone. The site loaded:
“Good evening, New York—and Los Angeles. My name is Zakaria Haddad. My real name. Five years ago, I lived in Gaza. Now I sit in a room many of you recognize.”
On the screen, a brown-skinned man with a trimmed beard—Zakaria—seated in a chair eerily like the Oval Office. Three green-curtained windows behind him—the color favored by Prophet Muhammad. A portrait of Ibn Sina hung on the wall, his gaze deep, delicate—reaching from time’s past to the present.
Zakaria glanced at his watch, then back at camera—an unreadable dark joy flickering in his eyes.
“Breaking news—watch your phone alerts.” Instantly:
Former Democratic President Owen Reed shot at Los Angeles Convention Center
Zakaria hid a wry smile.
“A sad update, America. But don’t mourn. In Gaza, we suffered 55,000 times this. We lost over 55,000 dear souls—and we wept.”
He averted his gaze, clasped both hands, slammed his fist onto the desk. The air thickened. Yet in his eyes brimmed silent tears—quiet sorrow.
“We do not seek money or glory in death. We seek tears equal to the 55,000. Only tears can heal us.”
He rested his elbows, folded his hands, chin supported. A long pause. His eyes twitched with small sorrowful motions.
Zakaria rotated a framed photo toward the camera.
“My family. More precious than my life. Gone in an instant.”
There was no hatred in his voice—only respect and gentle grief. He began again.
“I was one among those 55,000. Even if I perish, their wills persist. I stand here to voice our will.”
He quietly reached into his right drawer, withdrew a Glock 17, chambered a round, and placed the barrel against his temple. His eyes were merciful—gentle, embracing his lost family.
As a Sunni, he stared straight at the camera:
“God bless America.”
Backlit by three blazing windows, he closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. The dry crack snapped through the room. The camera jerked—then the screen went black.
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Note: I gave a brief explanation of this novel in the following video:
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iTunes Playlist Link::
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1. "Bombay Blood Type (hh type)"
•Characteristics: A rare blood type that lacks the usual ABO antigens — cannot be classified as A, B, or O.
•Discovery: First identified in 1952 in Mumbai, India (formerly Bombay).
•Prevalence: Roughly 1 in 10,000 people in India; globally, about 1 in 2.5 million.
•Transfusion Compatibility: Only compatible with blood from other Bombay type donors.
2. 2024 Harvard University Valedictorian Speech – The Power of Not Knowing
youtu.be/SOUH8iVqSOI?si=Ju-Y728irtcWR71K
3. Shots Fired at Trump Rally
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Saipan. USA. 2016. LUMIX G3 shot … 5 / X
サイパン。アメリカ。２０１６。LUMIX G3 shot … 5 / X
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僕の新しい小説。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
まだまだ投下します。😃
(最終稿ではありません。)
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場面 ガーデン３−４
指揮官席に深く腰を落としていたジャックは、青白いモニター群をくまなく睨んでいた。
カメラ番号A17、A18、A19──いずれもアリーナ中央を捉えている。だが、スタンド席西側の警備員の視線が集中していたのは、そこではなかった。彼が見つめていたのはセクション212の非常扉だった。その扉のセンサーが、わずか一度だけ、反応を示し、ディスプレイに赤い警告が走った。
「不審な動きだな。ドアのセンサーが一瞬、点いた」
ジャックの低い声が、ベンのイヤピースを震わせた。
ベンは即座に 頭上のモニターを見上げ、囁くように言った。
「行くか？」
「…いや。持ち場は離れるな。俺が行く」
ジャックの声がわずかに低くなった。
「たぶん、気のせいだ。ただし──全員、警戒は解くな。そのまま、周囲に意識を集中しておけ」
それぞれのイヤピースに静寂が落ち、張り詰めた空気で満ちた。
モニターに今映っている扉は、開くことも、閉じることもなく、ただ沈黙している。
ジャックはブリーフィングルームを飛び出し、スタンド席、西側が見渡せるアリーナまで、地下から駆け上がった。
マジソンスクエアガーデンの平坦な天井は、吐き出された人の熱気でいつもより膨らんでいるように、ジャックには見えた。大統領候補を歓迎する声とそれを罵倒する叫び声が錯綜し、鼓膜の奥を揺らした。どうやら反共和党も紛れ込んでいるようだ。
ジャックは、スタンド席西側へしばらく目を凝らしてから、手元のアイフォンに目を落とした。画面には、いくつかのSNSが同時に広がっており、それぞれが激しい書き込みによって文字が流れてゆく。右下の、メタの書き込みに、ジャックは目を留めた。殺害予告のメッセージが走り、赤く灯っている。ジャックは喧騒に満ちた通路を駆け抜け、スタンド席西側へ着くと、警備員へ声を掛けた。
「おつかれ。異常はないか？」
ジャックはさりげなく背筋を伸ばした。ジャケットの背中越しに、腰の中央──背骨の下に沿ってぴたりと固定されたグロック19の存在を確かめた。
「どうも。こちらは異常ありませんよ。何かありましたか？」
黒のスーツで、胸元にネクタイはない、プレーン・クロースの私設セキュリティだ。視線は沈着で、イヤピースから伸びるコードが耳の下に覗いている。男は一瞬、ジャックを睨むように見たが、ジャケットの裾を軽く持ち上げ、ホルスターの形をわずかに見せた。男に敵意はなかった。それが合図だった。ジャックも同じように、背筋を伸ばしながら無言で頷いた。この沈黙こそが、互いの訓練と経験を示していた。
「ドアのセンサーが一度反応した。目視で確認する」
ジャックは、冷たい金属の取っ手を掴み、扉の奥を一瞥した。辺りは暗闇に沈み、静まり返っていた。
ジャックはその場からすぐにイヤピースで伝えた。
「スタンド席西側に異常はなかった。セキュリティーにも問題はない」
ジャックは、男の肩を軽く叩いて、いった。
「引き続き、頼む」
男が笑顔でジャックに挨拶すると、アリーナの照明が一気に落ちた。
闇の中、赤いレーザーがガーデンの天井から床まで、縦横に切り裂き、重く低く唸るような打ち込みの硬質なバスドラがアリーナの底から噴き上がった。ハイハットが16分音符で刻まれ、深く沈むキックドラムが四拍を正確に打つ。そこに、低くうねるベース・シンセが重なり、会場全体の空気そのものが脈打つように震え始めた。
観客の鼓動が、低く分厚い音にシンクロし始めた。スモークが舞い、赤いレーザーが切り裂く中、床の震えが増していった。低いベース音に重なった奥から、加工された男性の声が繰り返し聞こえてくる。
“Strength.（強さ） Order.（秩序） America.”
場内のスモークが、光を濁らせるようにさらに舞うと、巨大なセンター・ハング・スクリーンに文字が浮かび上がった。
J U S T I N・B R A D F O R D
その瞬間、中央のスポットライトが、ひとつだけ点いた。赤から青へ──そして白へと、アメリカの三色をなぞるように変化する演出だ。
その光の中、男が姿を現した。
ジャスティンだ。ダークネイビーのテーラードスーツに、共和党を示す真紅のネクタイを巻いている。胸元には一輪の白いバラのピンバッジが添えられていた。
数秒遅れて、彼の背後にもうひとつ光が射した。漆黒のドレスを纏ったエリノア・ブレイクがスポットライトを浴びている。
ふたりは笑顔で手を取り合うと、ゆっくりステージ中央へ歩み始めた。彼らの歩みに迷いはなかった。強さと秩序の意志を現した姿に、観客の誰もがその姿を見上げ、歓声を上げている。
ー アメリカを取り戻せ！ ー
マイクスタンドへ近づくにつれ、アリーナの熱はさらに帯び、波のようにうねった。
赤、青、白の光がジャスティンらの足元を錯綜した。
エリノアを残し、ジャスティンは、一歩前に出て、マイクの前に立った。
音楽が静かにフェードアウトし、照明が再び落ちていく。
── その瞬間、全アリーナが沈黙に包まれた。
彼は、何も言わず、ただ口元に微笑みを浮かべた。その微笑みが、宣戦布告に等しかった。
語らずに、何かを語っている。
それが、世界でもっとも権力を持つ、アメリカ大統領の姿勢なのだ。
ジャスティンは、しばらく観衆を見渡してから、穏やかな口調でいった。エリノアと同じ金色に煌めく髪とブルーの瞳が、彼の言葉をさらに支えるようだ。
「こんばんは。ニューヨーク。今日は、いいことがあったかい？」
ジャスティンは、微笑みながら、最前列の女性に問いかけた。彼は、父のルールを守っていた。多くの聴衆に語るのではなく、たったひとりの身近な人へ言葉を伝えるのだ ーー
「僕は今日、駐車場に着いた時、気が滅入ったよ。ひどい湿気に陰鬱になった。でも、ここにいるエリノアが僕に言ったんだ。あなたを守るために、スタッフは最善の手段を選んだ、とね。そして、スタッフはみな、僕のために命を賭けてくれると」
歯切れよく言い切ったジャスティンの言葉に、再び観衆は沸いた。数万人の熱波がステージへ押し寄せた。
ジャスティンの目には、ステージにあった光を収束させたような輝きがあった。もちろん、エリノアの青い瞳にもだ。
「今夜、僕らがここに集まったのは、それぞれの意志を、再びこの国の中心に叩き込むためだ。アメリカが忘れかけている“光”を、もう一度我々の手に取り戻すためだ。この4年間、我が党は経済を立て直し、治安を取り戻し、国家の秩序を再構築した。今、私たちはその“光”をもっと強く照らす時に来ている。それは、ただの希望ではない。責任だ。アメリカが再び輝けば、世界はそれに倣う。そして、もっと強い、鮮明な光を私たちは手にしなければならない。アメリカが強い光を取り戻すことで、世界をくまなく照らすことができるのだ。私たちには、もっとそれができるはずだ」
ジャスティンの声が、再び会場を震わせた瞬間、乾いた銃声が響いた。ステージ中央あたりからだ。ジャックは音と同時に身を屈め、アリーナの頭上に展開した巨大なセンター・ハング・スクリーンに目をやった。ジャックには映る全ての時間が止まっていた。ジャスティンの身体が弾けたように背後へ揺れた。ジャケットの裾がゆっくり翻り、左肩から崩れてゆく。たぶん、最初の弾は左肩に着弾した。その後、再びジャスティンは前屈みになった。二発目は左腹部だ。ジャスティンの身体は、床へスローモーションのように崩れ落ち、うつぶした。
「ジャスティン！」
エリノアの矯正がステージに響いた。大きく見開いた瞳が、一点を見つめまま、細かく揺れている。一瞬にして透明な薄い膜が幾重にも重なって滲み、零れた。
ジャスティンへ近づこうとするエリノアの体を前面から覆うようにしてSPが抑え込み、引き離している。
「伏せろ！」というSPと観客からの声が同時に周囲を支配した途端、観客席は混乱に包まれた。
女性らの悲鳴が錯綜し、誰か、とやはり別の女性の声がかぶさった。すでに消えている銃声の余韻が、巨大な会場に重く残って覆っている。
ステージにいた者以外は、一聴しただけでは気づかなかったがジャックの耳は聴き分けていた。弾は間違いなく２発だった。騒然とした場内をよそに、ジャックは静かに目を閉じた。発射音から着弾までを想像した。一発目の弾は、ジャスティンのほぼ頭上からだった。そして、もう一発もだ。発射音から着弾までの様子からしておそらくかなりの近距離だ。
「ベン、どこだ」
ジャックは、出口へ卒倒してゆく観客らを抗うようにしてステージへ近づいていく。ベンの冷静な声がすぐに聞こえてきた。
「ジャスティンのそばだ。心臓ははずれているが、左肩と左腹部をかすめているようだ。動脈には達していないが出血がひどい」
「車列にあった救護班がすぐにいく。ジャスティンはボンベイブラッドだ。救急車にブラッドバッグが二つ備えてある。とりあえず輸血するはずだ」
「足らなかった場合は、イライジャのところか？」
「いずれにしても搬入だ。ベルビュー病院にブラッドバッグが保管されている。予備の輸血だ。三日前に確認した」
ボンベイブラッドとは、１９５２年にインドのムンバイ、旧ボンベイで初めて確認された、通常のA、B、Oには分類されない特殊な血液型だ。インドでは１万人にひとり程度だが、世界的には２５０万人に１人ともいわれているもので、同じボンベイ型からボンベイ型への輸血しかできない。
ベンは、冷静にわかったといった。
マジソンスクエアガーデンに最も近いベルビュー病院にジャスティンを運び込む。ジャックは、病院で控えているイライジャに直接電話した。ワンコールが切れる前にすぐイライジャは反応した。
「ジャック、大変だ。血液がない。ボンベイブラッドがないんだ」
ジャックは、耳を疑った。
「三日前に、俺は直接担当の、名前は忘れたな。とにかく目の前でブラッドバッグを確認したぞ」
イライジャは、数秒の沈黙の後、応えた。
「その血液の管理者は、きのう、交通事故で亡くなったんだ」
ジャックがその言葉に沈黙していると、場内にジャックの声でアナウンスが流れた。すでに震えているガーデンをさらにその声が震わせた。ジャックは、再びスクリーンに目をやったが、音声だけがジャックの声だった。
「みなさん、落ち着いてください。私はシークレットサービスのジャック・バンスです。この建物には爆薬が仕掛けられていますが、みなさん、落ち着いて、出口へ向かってください。繰り返します。私は….」
場内の空気が一瞬にして、硬直した。同時に、崩壊した。パニックはすぐに伝染した。数千の観客は、波紋のように大きく揺れ、一斉に出口へ傾れ込んだ。しかし、ジャスティンへの発砲と同時に出口は封鎖されていた。
メインアリーナの出入口は合計8つ――だがその多くは、来賓警備や車列誘導のためにすでに封鎖されていた。群衆の大半が、残された3つの出入口に集中した。
低い声から高い叫び声。倒れた人間を踏みつける足。転倒した白いブラウスの少女はすでに黒ずんでいる。小さな熊のぬいぐるみの顔が真っ平らになっている。
人は、逃げるときに後ろを見ない。出入口の一つでは、すでに数人が折り重なるように倒れ、その上をさらに何十人もの足が越えていった。荷重により手すりが歪み、出口の一部が完全に塞がれる。
「ドアが開かない！」
「子どもが――！」
叫び声が乱れ飛び、場内警備は現場への到達すら困難な状態だった。あらゆる指示が雑音にかき消され、もはや群衆は誰の言葉も聞いていなかった。
制御不能の肉の波――それが、人間の集団というものだった。
「この程度の混乱ではなかったぞ、ジャック」
ザカリアの声が切ったはずのPAから場内へ響いた。同時に、ジャックら警備スタッフへのスマートフォンへリンク先の案内がいっせいに届いた。
「メールが届いただろう？ リンク先を開け。安心しろ、ウィルスは除去済みだ」
ザカリアが笑いを抑え、皮肉混じりにいった。
ジャックは後ろポケットから慌てて、アイフォンを開いた。１件のメール着信を開くと、サイトが現れた。
「こんばんは、ニューヨーク。そしてロサンゼルス。私の名前はザカリア・ハッダード。本名だ。５年前、ガザに住んでいた。今は、みなさんがよく目にする部屋を真似た部屋に私はいる」
褐色の、顎髭をたくわえたザカリアは、アメリカ大統領執務室とほとんど同じ部屋の椅子に座っていた。背後に見える三つの大きな窓には、グリーンのカーテンが掛けられている。預言者ムハンマドが好んだ色だ。
壁面には、剣ではなく詩と理性で世界を導こうとした男、イブン・シーナーの肖像画が掛けられていた。その眼差しは、ワシントンよりも深く、リンカーンよりも繊細なもので、遥か遠く、消え去った時間の底からこちらを見据えているようだった。
ザカリアは腕時計に目を落としてから、再び、カメラに視線を向けた。目には言葉にできない喜びのような暗い影が落ちている。
「そろそろブレイキングニュースだ。スマートフォンの速報に注目して欲しい」
ザカリアがそういった途端、速報が流れた。
【民主党前大統領のオーウェン・リードがロサンゼルス・コンベンション・センターで銃撃された模様です】
ザカリアは、一瞬俯いて笑いを堪えながらいった。
「悲しい速報じゃないか。アメリカのみなさん。でもどうか悲しまないで欲しい。私が経験したガザではこの55,000倍だ。55,000人以上の大切な人を失い、そして、涙を流した」
ザカリアはカメラから目を逸らし、俯いた。そして両手を固く握りしめ、力強く机を叩きつけた。部屋の空気が硬直した。重く固まった空気が画像からも伝わってくる。しかし、顔を上げたザカリアの目にはうっすらと涙が溢れていた。静かな涙だった。
「私たちは、お金を求めない。また、死による名誉も求めない。私たちが欲しいのは、55,000人が流した涙と同じだけの涙だ。流された涙と同じだけの涙だけが、私たちを癒す」
両肘を机につき、両手を組むと、ザカリアは静かに顎を乗せた。目を閉じて、しばらく沈黙が続いた。目尻が細かく震えているようだった。
ザカリアはデスクにあったフォトフレームをカメラへ向け、反転させた。
「私の家族だ。私の命よりも大切な家族だ。すべて一瞬で奪われたよ」
彼の言葉に憎しみはなかった。語尾には、亡くなったものへの敬意とたくさんの優しさを詰め込んだ静けさが含まれている。続けて、ザカリアはゆっくり口を開いた。
「55,000人のうちの私はひとりに過ぎない。私が消えても55,000人もの意思は決して消えず、引き継がれる。私は、私たちの意思をここに表明するためにいる」
ザカリアは、向かって右手の机の引き出しにそっと手を伸ばした。引き出しから、グロック１７を取り出すと、スライドしてチャンバーに弾を流した。そして、銃口を自分のこめかみに当てた。ザカリアの目からは憎悪は消えていた。穏やかで、亡くなった家族を包み込むようなやさしい眼差しだった。
スンニ派である彼は、まっすぐにカメラを見つめ、いった。
「神のご加護を。アメリカ」
執務室の三つの窓から差し込んだ眩い逆光の中、ザカリアは、静かに目を閉じると、トリガーを真っ直ぐに引いた。乾いた銃声が部屋に響いた。一瞬、カメラが横へぶれたが、映像は瞬時に黒へ切り替わった。
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追記 この小説を多少説明しました。
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「Bombay型（ボンベイ型、hh型）」
•特徴：通常のABO血液型を持たない（A、B、Oに分類されない）特殊な型。
•発見地：1952年、インド・ムンバイ（旧ボンベイ）で初めて確認。
•発生頻度：インドでは1万人に1人程度だが、世界的には約250万人に1人とも。
•輸血制限：同じBombay型しか輸血できない。
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2024年ハーバード大学首席の卒業式スピーチ『知らないことの力』
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Shots fired at Trump rally
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Auriel ENB 199 + Kyo's Advanced Bloom + SweetFX Boulotaur Edition with SMAA, Luma, Vibrance, Curves. 1080p. Tilt Shift Dof Q3. TimeofDay ON. ENB Helper Mod disabled
Little advice for those who use Auriel with Real Clouds: that's probably not a good idea, I'm still verifying its compatibility with Auriel settings.
After easter holidays 2021, the Waldenburger Bahn will be closed for 1 1/2 years due to re-gauging from current 750 mm to usual 1m gauge to gain compatibility with the rest of BLT tram network (although there is no direct connection at least for the next decade).
The push-pull sets, built in 1986 and 1993, will be sold to a czech narrow gauge railway. The classical set of the last years consists of one BDe 4/4 motor car and two driving trailers, with longer and shorter trains possible in peak hours. One of that sets, with BDe 4/4 12, is rolling near Lampenberg-Ramlinsburg along Frenke river.
A Soldier with Company B, 106th Support Battalion, 155th Armored Combat Team, Mississippi Army National Guard, reacts to direct fire from U.S. Army Soldiers with the 1st Battalion, 12th Calvary Regiment, with whom they are engaged in a force-on-force event during deliberate recovery training Aug. 2, 2015 at Camp Shelby, Miss. The training event was a part of the Exportable Combat Training Capability exercises, which exposes Guard Soldiers to combat-training experiences needed to support Army commitments worldwide. (Mississippi National Guard photo by Sgt. Connie Jones, 102nd Public Affairs Detachment/Released)
A good thing continues
Some six months ago, I posted almost 100 images and a few thoughts I felt were missing from the many existing RX1 reviews. The outpouring of support and interest in that article was very gratifying. When I published, I had used the camera for six full months, enough time to come to a view of its strengths and weaknesses and to produce a small portfolio of good images, but not enough time to see the full picture (pun intended). In the following six months, I have used the camera at least as frequently as in the first six and have produced another small set of good images. It should be noted that my usage of the RX1 in the last six (and especially in the last 3) months has involved less travel and more time with the family and around the house; I will share relatively few of these images but will spend some time sharing my impressions of its functionality for family snapshots as I am sure there is some interest. And let it be said here: one of the primary motivations to purchase the camera was to take more photos with the family, and after one full year I can confidently say: money well spent.
The A7/r game-changer?
In the past six months, Sony have announced and released two full-frame, interchangeable lens cameras that clearly take design cues from the RX1: the A7 and the A7r. These cameras are innovative and highly capable and, as such, are in the midst of taking the photography world by storm. I think they are compelling enough cameras that I wonder whether Sony is wasting its energy continuing to develop further A-mount cameras. Sony deserve credit for a bold strategy—many companies would have been content to allow the success of the the RX1 (and RX1R) generate further sales before pushing further into the white space left unexplored by camera makers with less ambition.This is not the place to detail the relative advantages and disadvantages of the RX1 versus the A7/r except to make the following point. I currently use a Nikon D800 and an RX1: were I to sell both and purchase the A7r + 35mm f/2.8 I would in many ways lose nothing by way of imaging capability or lens compatibility but would pocket the surplus $1250-1750. Indeed this loyal Nikon owner thought long and hard about doing so, which speaks to the strategic importance of these cameras for a company trying to make inroads into a highly concentrated market.Ultimately, I opted to hang onto the two cameras I have (although this decision is one that I revisit time and time again) and continue to use them as I have for the past year. Let me give you a quick flavor of why.
The RX1 is smaller and more discrete
This is a small a point, but my gut reaction to the A7/r was: much smaller than the D800, not as small as the RX1. The EVF atop the A7/r and the larger profile of interchangeable mount lenses means that I would not be able to slip the A7/r into a pocket the way I can the RX1. Further, by virtue of using the EVF and its loud mechanical shutter, the A7/r just isn’t as stealthy as the RX1. Finally, f/2 beats the pants off of f/2.8 at the same or smaller size.At this point, some of you may be saying, “Future Sony releases will allow you to get a body without an EVF and get an f/2 lens that has a slimmer profile, etc, etc.” And that’s just the point: to oversimplify things, the reason I am keeping my RX1 is that Sony currently offers something close to an A7 body without a built-in EVF and with a slimmer profile 35mm f/2.
The D800 has important functional advantages
On the other side of the spectrum, the AF speed of the A7/r just isn’t going to match the D800, especially when the former is equipped with a Nikon lens and F-mount adapter. EVFs cannot yet match the experience of looking through the prism and the lens (I expect they will match soon, but aren’t there yet). What’s more, I have made such an investment in Nikon glass that I can’t yet justify purchasing an adapter for a Sony mount or selling them all for Sony’s offerings (many of which aren’t to market yet).Now, all of these are minor points and I think all of them disappear with an A8r, but they add up to something major: I have two cameras very well suited to two different types of shooting, and I ask myself if I gain or lose by getting something in between—something that wasn’t quite a pocket shooter and something that was quite a DSLR? You can imagine, however, that if I were coming to the market without a D800 and an RX1, that my decision would be far different: dollar for dollar, the A7/r would be a no-brainer.During the moments when I consider selling to grab an A7r, I keep coming back to a thought I had a month or so before the RX1 was announced. At that time I was considering something like the NEX cameras with a ZM 21mm f/2.8 and I said in my head, “I wish someone would make a carry-around camera with a full frame sensor and a fixed 35mm f/2.8 or f/2.” Now you understand how attractive the RX1 is to me and what a ridiculously high bar exists for another camera system to reach.
Okay, so what is different from the last review?
For one, I had an issue with the camera’s AF motor failing to engage and giving me an E61:00 error. I had to send it out to Sony for repairs (via extended warranty and service plan). I detailed my experience with Sony Service here [insert link] and I write to you as a very satisfied customer. That is to say, I have 3 years left on a 4 year + accidental damage warranty and I feel confident enough in that coverage to say that I will have this beauty in working order for at least another 3 years.For two, I’ve spent significantly less time thinking of this camera as a DSLR replacement and have instead started to develop a very different way of shooting with it. The activation barrier to taking a shot with my D800 is quite high. Beyond having to bring a large camera wherever you go and have it in hand, a proper camera takes two hands and full attention to produce an image. I shoot slowly and methodically and often from a tripod with the D800. In contrast, I can pull the RX1 out, pop off the lens cap, line up and take a shot with one hand (often with a toddler in the other). This fosters a totally different type of photography.
My “be-there” camera
The have-everywhere camera that gives DSLR type controls to one-handed shooting lets me pursue images that happen very quickly or images that might not normally meet the standards of “drag-the-DSLR-out-of-the-bag.” Many of those images you’ll see on this post. A full year of shooting and I can say this with great confidence: the RX1 is a terrific mash-up of point-and-shoot and DSLR not just in image quality and features, but primarily in the product it helps me create. To take this thinking a bit further: I find myself even processing images from the RX1 differently than I would from my DSLR. So much so that I have strongly considered starting a tumblr and posting JPEGs directly from the RX1 via my phone or an iPad rather than running the bulk of them through Lightroom, onto Flickr and then on the blog (really this is just a matter of time, stay tuned, and those readers who have experience with tumblr, cloud image storage and editing, etc, etc, please contact me, I want to pick your brain).Put simply, I capture more spontaneous and beautiful “moments” than I might have otherwise. Photography is very much an exercise in “f/8 and be there,” and the RX1 is my go-to “be there” camera.
The family camera
I mentioned earlier that I justified the purchase of the RX1 partly as a camera to be used to document the family moments into which a DSLR doesn’t neatly fit. Over the past year I’ve collected thousands and thousands of family images with the RX1. The cold hard truth is that many of those photos could be better if I’d taken a full DSLR kit with me to the park or the beach or the grocery store each time. The RX1 is a difficult camera to use on a toddler (or any moving subject for that matter); autofocus isn’t as fast as a professional DSLR, it’s difficult to perfectly compose via an LCD (especially in bright sunlight), but despite these shortcomings, it’s been an incredibly useful family camera. There are simply so many beautiful moments where I had the RX1 over my shoulder, ready to go that whatever difficulties exist relative to a DSLR, those pale in comparison to the power of it’s convenience. The best camera is the one in your hand.
Where to go from here.
So what is the value of these RX1 going forward, especially in a world of the A7/r and it’s yet-to-be-born siblings without an EVF and a pancake lens? Frankly, at its current price (which is quite fair when you consider the value of the the body and the lens) I see precious little room for an independent offering versus a mirrorless, interchangeable lens system with the same image quality in a package just as small. That doesn’t mean Sony won’t make an RX2 or an RX1 Mark II (have a look at it’s other product lines to see how many SKUs are maintained despite low demand). Instead, I see the RX1 as a bridge that needed to exist for engineers, managers, and the market to make it to the A7/r and it’s descendants.A Facebook friend recently paid me a great compliment; he said something like, “Justin, via your blog, you’ve sold a ton of RX1 cameras.” Indeed, despite my efforts not to be a salesman, I think he’s right: I have and would continue to recommend this camera.The true value of the RX1 going forward is for those of us who have the thing on our shoulders; and yes, if you have an investment in and a love for a DSLR system, there’s still tremendous value in getting one, slinging it over your shoulder, and heading out into the wide, bright world; A7/r or no, this is just an unbelievably capable camera.
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Should I feel the need to visit the Product Development Centres based at Ford's Melbourne Headquarters, from Geelong, the traffic is either Sunday-afternoon light or terrible.
One saving grace of terrible traffic, is that it gives me more time to look longingly at the lovely white-and-lime tractors and harvesters at the local CLAAS distribution centre, next to the highway. (Incidentally, the distribution centre nestles just besides the highway overpass used in 'Mad Max' where the message is phoned in that the hell-razing, post-apocalyptic bikies are heading in to town - but that is another story.)
In an earlier LUGNuts challenge that focused on food-related and on farm vehicles - Challenge 37 'The Food We Eat', I took delight in building various model s from the CLASS Tractor range, in miniland scale. This resulted in some nice (and very large), lime tractors. An absence of time, large wheels & tires, and lime Lego, left a few model untried, including the magnificent CLASS XERION, a double steering axle, giant wheeled behemoth, with a swiveling cab so it can go forwards, backwards, AND sideways - AWESOME.
The XERION will have to wait for another challenge somewhere down the line.
The other CLAAS with which I was captivated appears periodically in the distribution yard, and is equally magnificent. This model is the equally enormous CLAAS JAGUAR Harvester. I am a little bit sad that it can only go forward, but it makes up for this in being able to carry all sorts of crazy cutting, slicing and dicing tools on the front end. I have modeled only two here the Maize Cob Silage (MCS), designed to harvest corn/maize type plants, and the more traditional spinning long blade harvester type tool. There are more cool tools too, so they may be modeled for adaptation to the MotorCity-scale JAGUAR shown here.
One key difference from the Challenge 37 tractors, and the JAGUAR Harvester shown here is the scale. The sheer size of the real JAGUAR - 6.6 metres long (20 ft), and 3.8 metres tall (10.5 ft), not including any tool attachments, make it a seriously big entity. Maybe I will get to a Miniland-scale JAGUAR someday, but for now, I display the model in a more manageable 1:28 (MotorCity scale).
Incidentally, the Lego Group have also released a Harvester in the past few years under the 'City' line. One of the images shows this model (Nr. 7636). My JAGUAR was loosely based on this model for size and tool compatibility, and also as an example of the customisation of original Lego models that can add a dose of individual creativity to Lego modeling.
The point of this?
This CLAAS JAGUAR model has been created for Flickr LUGNuts 68th Build Challenge - 'A Baker's Dozen', to the sub-theme Nr. 11. 'Any tractor or combine harvester'.
My New Novel
B♭ (B Flat)
Feel free to read on and explore more. 😃
(Of course, this is not the final draft.)
Important 😅
The female protagonist was originally written as a married woman.
However, as the story unfolded, the constraints of that setting became too restrictive.
Therefore, I have changed her status to single, now living with her partner.
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Scene: Los Angeles – The Beaudry – Majid Hamza
1:47 p.m. The heat of downtown Los Angeles drifted between buildings, and the dry air shimmered above the asphalt, warping the ground like a mirage. The midday sun poured vertically into the canyon of skyscrapers.
The façade of The Beaudry reflected the sunlight like a cold mirror, casting flickering shards of light into the eyes of passersby.
The Beaudry, standing in the heart of downtown Los Angeles, is a modern high-rise residential tower. Though its exterior is cold and inorganic, the building boasts luxury amenities. It faces Wilshire Boulevard and 7th Street, just steps from the 7th Street Metro station, offering exceptional convenience in an area where the business district intersects with the city's creative scene—a location in high demand.
960 W 7th Street. For a weekday afternoon, the area was oddly still. Though the office district bustled just a few blocks away, this particular corner seemed wrapped in a strange stagnation of air. Only two or three office workers passed by, presumably out for lunch.
A line of black Ubers honked briefly, then vanished down the road.
The glass-paneled entrance hall was as silent as a gallery. Behind the reception desk, a sculptural white lighting fixture floated like a piece of minimalist art.
Only residents or prospective tenants accompanied by real estate agents came and went. Visitors were rare. No one made eye contact. Everyone stared into the glow of their phones.
Majid, seated on a bench beside the bus stop with a few others, gently touched the mute-reader inside his bag. Subconsciously checking his surroundings, he connected the outdated smartphone—disconnected from the internet—to a tablet that operated only over Wi-Fi.
A few days earlier, he had received a single line from Rafi:
“July 24, 3 p.m. Look for the ‘♭’ mark at the bottom of mellow-echo.net.”
Majid quietly opened his browser. mellow-echo.net—the abandoned official site of a defunct indie music label. Its HTML pages hadn’t been updated in over a decade, but they still floated in some forgotten corner of the internet.
He scrolled to the very bottom. Against a gray background, an image of a musical note, slightly fuzzed with digital noise, lay embedded on the page.
At first glance, it looked like a mere piece of decoration. But when Majid held the mute-reader’s lens to the screen, a deep-layer QR code rose to the surface.
The scan took 0.7 seconds. A short encrypted sentence appeared:
"LA, 7/26, 21:00. Underground. Contact P. K1 → 38.91n / 118.40w"
Seconds later, the message vanished. The device powered down. Its memory wiped to zero. The QR code deleted itself from the server.
Majid’s screen now displayed the interface for a C4 detonation signal.
On the black display, a quiet message blinked once:
“C4-ID: Vanta+Core / Ready.”
He carefully lifted a thin directional antenna from the bag, aligning it along the seam of his trousers, resting it on his lap.
The C4 embedded deep within the pillar of The Beaudry awaited his signal.
This high-rise tower was built with hypersteel structural columns. According to the laws of engineering, if a single critical point was destroyed, the entire building would collapse upon itself like a tower of sand. Five years ago, under instructions from Rafi Gannam—then a student of architecture at the Islamic University—Majid had worked at the construction site and planted the charge. Los Angeles had been his responsibility. The East Coast buildings were under Rafi and Amir’s domain.
Majid took a single deep breath, then slid his finger across the screen.
0.7 seconds later, without a sound, the center of the tower gave a faint shudder. No one noticed. But in the next instant—
A snap. Or something like it.
The Beaudry began to fold in on itself, like a spine silently snapping. From the columns to the floors, from the ceilings to the walls—a silent avalanche of collapsing structures, all engulfed in pale dust. What had been standing just seconds before was now vanishing into the canyon of the city in a swirl of white fog.
A wind blew through the street. The building's mass, once so tangible, dissolved as if it had never existed. Only a soundless death cry remained, shivering the air with a cold, invisible tension.
The collapsed building lay frozen, silenced, severed from the city’s murmurs.
Majid adjusted the silver rim of his glasses and stood. Ignoring the rising chaos around him, he walked slowly toward the subway.
Even the sound of his footsteps was not erased by the thunder behind him.
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( Nikon Coolpix 8700 shot )
Manhattan. United States. 2007. … 2 / 7
(This is today’s photo. It has not been published before.)
Images
ELLEGARDEN - Lonesome
youtu.be/bceHbxUuJcY?si=a0xByYam9H9ydgJW
My new novel:
B♭ (B-flat)
There’s still more to come. 😃
(This is not the final draft.)
Set in New York City.
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/54599616429/in/dateposted...
Soundtrack.
music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b-my-novel-soundtrack/pl.u-47...
Note: I gave a brief explanation of this novel in the following video:
youtu.be/3w65lqUF-YI?si=yG7qy6TPeCL9xRJV
iTunes Playlist Link::
music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b/pl.u-47DJGhopxMD
Notes
1. "Bombay Blood Type (hh type)"
•Characteristics: A rare blood type that lacks the usual ABO antigens — cannot be classified as A, B, or O.
•Discovery: First identified in 1952 in Mumbai, India (formerly Bombay).
•Prevalence: Roughly 1 in 10,000 people in India; globally, about 1 in 2.5 million.
•Transfusion Compatibility: Only compatible with blood from other Bombay type donors.
2. 2024 Harvard University Valedictorian Speech – The Power of Not Knowing
youtu.be/SOUH8iVqSOI?si=Ju-Y728irtcWR71K
3. Shots Fired at Trump Rally
youtu.be/1ejfAkzjEhk?si=ASqJwEmkY-2rW_hT
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僕の新しい小説。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
さらにさらにどうぞ。😃
(もちろん最終稿ではありません。)
重要😅
主人公の女性は、当初、既婚者でしたが、物語の展開上、制約が大きすぎたため、独身とし、同棲している設定へ変更しました。
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場面 ロサンゼルス ボードリー マジード・ハムザ
午後1時47分。ダウンタウンの熱気がビルの隙間を吹き抜け、乾いた空気がアスファルトの表面を歪ませていた。真昼の太陽が、ダウンタウンの谷間に垂直に降り注いでいる。
ザ・ボードリーのファサードは、まるで冷たい鏡のように白く光を跳ね返し、通りを歩く人々の視界をちらつかせている。
ロサンゼルスにあるザ・ボードリーは、 ダウンタウン・ロサンゼルスの中心に位置する高層の住宅タワーで、建物自体は近代的で無機質な外観だが、ラグジュアリーな設備を備えたビルだ。ウィルシャー通りや7th通りに面しており、地下鉄の7thストリートからもすぐそばだ。便性が高く、ビジネス街と芸術系エリアが交錯する地点でとても人気が高い。
960 W 7thストリート。その一帯は、週日の昼間にしては静かだった。オフィス街の喧噪がほんの数ブロック先にあるにもかかわらず、この一角には妙な“空気の滞り”があった。人通りはまばらで、ランチのために出てきた会社員が2～3人歩き去るだけだ。
ビル前に停められた黒いUberの車列が、短くクラクションを鳴らし、すぐに消えた。
ガラス張りのエントランスホールは、まるで展示室のように無音で、受付の背後には白い彫刻のような照明装置が浮かんでいる。
建物に出入りするのは、住人か、不動産エージェントに連れられた見学者ばかりで、訪問者の数は極端に少ない。誰もが互いを見ない。誰もがスマートフォンの画面を見つめている。
上階のバルコニーにふと視線を上げると、午後の光に照らされたグレーの植栽と、黒いラウンジチェアが無人のまま置かれている。
ここは、人の気配があるのに「音」が存在しない、そんな場所だった。
遠くで、清掃車のローラーが道路をゆっくりと転がしていく音が響いた。
数人が腰掛けていたバス停のベンチに並んで座ったマジードは、バッグの中の“ミュートリーダー”にそっと手を触れた。無意識に周囲を確認しながら、手元の旧式スマートフォン──ネット非接続の「ミュートリーダー」をWi-Fi専用のタブレットに接続した。
数日前、ラフィから一文だけが届いていた。
「7月24日、午後3時。mellow-echo.netの最下部にある“♭（フラット）”マークを見ろ」
マジードは静かにブラウザを開いた。mellow-echo.net──それは廃業したインディーズ音楽レーベルの公式サイトで、十年以上更新されていないHTMLが、今でもネットの片隅に残っている。
マジードはページ最下部にスクロールした。グレイの背景に、わずかにノイズがかかった音符記号の画像が埋め込まれている。
一見すると、ただのデザイン装飾にしか見えない。しかし「ミュートリーダー」のカメラでレンズをかざすと、そこにディープレイヤーQRコードが浮かび上がった。
0.7秒のスキャンだ。画面に表示されたのは、暗号化された短い一文──
「LA, 7/26, 21:00。地下。Pへ接触。K1→38.91n/118.40w」
数秒後、表示は消え、端末はシャットダウンした。記憶領域はゼロ化され、QRコードはサーバーから自動削除された。
マジードの手元のデバイスには、C4起爆用の信号送信画面が表示されている。
“C4-ID:Vanta+Core/Ready.” と表示された黒い画面が、一度だけ微かに明滅した。
マジードはバッグの中から細く仕込まれた指向性アンテナをそっと持ち上げ、ズボンの縫い目に沿わせるようにして膝の上に置いた。
ザ・ボードリーの柱の中心に埋め込まれたC４は、マジードの信号を待っていた。
この高層ビルは、ハイパースチール製の柱が内部フレームに組み込まれており、一点を壊せば残りは構造力学に従って“砂の塔”のように自己崩壊する設計だ。5年前、イスラム大学で建築学を学んだラフィ・ガンナムの指示で建築現場で働き、仕込んだものだ。マジードはロサンゼルスを当時任されていた。東海岸の建築物についてはラフィとアミールが仕切った。
マジードは一度だけ深呼吸し、画面に指を滑らせた。
0.7秒後、何の音もなく、まずビルの中心がわずかに揺れた。誰も気づかない振動だ。だが次の瞬間──
「──ッ」
高層建築そのものが骨の中心、まるで背骨を折られたように、ボードリーのボディは静かに沈み始めた。柱からフロアへ、天井から壁へ、粉塵とともに連鎖する沈黙の断崖──
破片は内側に吸い込まれるように崩れ落ち、つい数秒前まで“存在していたもの”は、白い霧とともに都市の谷間に吸い込まれていった。
通りに風が吹き抜けた。そこにあったはずの質量は、まるで最初から虚構だったかのように失われていった。音のない断末魔だけが、辺りの空気を冷たく震わせた。
崩れ去った建物は、凍りついたまま沈黙し、都市のざわめきから切り離されていた。
マジードは、銀色の眼鏡の縁を掛け直すと、静かに立ち上がった。騒然とし始めた周囲を無視し、マジードは地下鉄へ向け、ゆっくり歩き出した。彼が残した足音さえ、爆音にかき消されることはなかった。
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( Nikon coolpix8700 shot )
マンハッタン。ニューヨーク。アメリカ。2007. … 2 / 7
(今日の写真。それは未発表です。）
Images
ELLEGARDEN - Lonesome
youtu.be/bceHbxUuJcY?si=ESrstOEy7mrfmOIe
僕の新しい小説。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
舞台はニューヨークです。
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/54639396885/in/dateposted...
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/54628511025/in/dateposted...
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/54599616429/in/dateposted...
Soundtrack.
music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b-my-novel-soundtrack/pl.u-47...
追記 この小説を多少説明しました。
youtu.be/3w65lqUF-YI?si=yG7qy6TPeCL9xRJV
メモ
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「Bombay型（ボンベイ型、hh型）」
•特徴：通常のABO血液型を持たない（A、B、Oに分類されない）特殊な型。
•発見地：1952年、インド・ムンバイ（旧ボンベイ）で初めて確認。
•発生頻度：インドでは1万人に1人程度だが、世界的には約250万人に1人とも。
•輸血制限：同じBombay型しか輸血できない。
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2024年ハーバード大学首席の卒業式スピーチ『知らないことの力』
youtu.be/SOUH8iVqSOI?si=Ju-Y728irtcWR71K
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Shots fired at Trump rally
youtu.be/1ejfAkzjEhk?si=ASqJwEmkY-2rW_hT
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"That" Frank said, struggling for breath "was..nowhere near...15 minutes". He was right. The journey had taken well over half an hour, and had left Frank panting, like a dog in summer. Despite being a security guard, prolonged bouts of exercise really weren't Franks thing. He looked around for Jackie, ready to make a quip about the long journey. But she was nowhere to be found. The Doctor had noticed her absence too. 'Bloody humans' he thought. 'Tell 'em one thing, 9 times out of 10, they'll do the complete opposite'. He retraced his steps, back through the hangar door, to check she hadn't simply fallen behind. No such luck.
"Something the matter?" called Paul. "Nope, our friend just seems to have fallen behind. I hope" replied the Doctor. Frank elbowed him in the arm, his eyes giving a 'what are you doing?' look. The Doctor put his arm around Franks shoulder, turning him away from the others "Phone"
"What?"
"Mobile, give it to me"
"Uh, sure" replied frank, digging his mobile out of his pocket. The Doctor took it, practically snatching it out of Franks hand. Immediately, he started sonic-ing it.
Confused, Frank decided to see what the two retrieval team members were doing. Well, one retrieval team member. Sal had gone off somewhere, looking for something. Paul stood at a computer terminal, though, unlike one Frank had ever seen. It wasn't so much a terminal, as a table, with a few buttons dotted around it. "That's strange" muttered Paul, absent-mindedly.
"Sal, any sign of Trev?"
"No. He should be here. I gave him strict instructions to stay in the hangar."
"Great"
Paul started pressing buttons on the table and a display popped up. A hologram. He moved his fingers across the screen and prodded at it, a map appearing. He pressed some more buttons, and a circle appeared, moving rapidly across the map.
"Whats-"
"Tracker. Our guys gone missing. this should be able to track 'im down."
The Doctor, who had been pacing, sonic in one hand, phone in the other, stuck his head up "Tracker" he said, absent-mindedly. Without so much as a breath, he shot over to the table, practically shoving Frank and Paul out of the way. He soniced a panel, which popped open like a jack-in-the-box, revealing tangling wire in every colour known to man. "What the hell are you-" Sal started to ask as the Doctor started frantically pulling out wires. "Oh, don't mind me, just trying to make a connection. Aha!" he said triumphantly, pulling a purple wire from the table.
He took the sonic to it, burning the wire apart, before shoving the inner workings into Franks phone. Satisfied with his handiwork, he explained "There. Now I can use Franks phone to find Jackie". The screen sparked, but remained working. Again the map popped up. But this time, it was accompanied by 'Located' and two little red dots. "That's where they are? Trev and your friend." asked Sal, wary about the Doctor intentions. "Yep. Approximately 2, no, 3 miles away from our current location."
"We'll take the rover" Paul said, eager to regain command. "You two" he pointed at Frank and the doctor, "stay here. Can't be endangering civilian lives."
"Not to disagree" the Doctor interjected "But I feel it'd be a lot safer if we stuck together. Jackie and..Trev was it, didn't just wander off. There's bodies everywhere, and I highly doubt everyone just suddenly dropped dead. Not with those injuries."
"Fine" Sal sighed, exasperated. You'd better come with then. There should be spare suits in the rover, just, don't touch anything." She turned away and began walking towards the rover. The others followed.
"Well, here we go". The Doctor turned to Frank, who looked worried. "I'm sure she's fine. Probably just stumbled through a wormhole or teleportation fissure or something". He cracked a 'reassuring' smile and continued towards the rover, Frank following behind.
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This is my very first 'Moc'. The idea was to create a building inspired in the Haussmann style present in most of central Paris, without any piece count limit that would keep the modular compatibility and the minifig scale. So this is not a direct replica of any particular one. The street name is also fictional, there is no 'Boulevard des Lumières' in Paris, but its spirit is highly Parisian.
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"Fascinating" murmured the Doctor, running a hand along the dead mans face.
Jackie shifted uncomfortably. This was her first time seeing a dead body. Hopefully, it would be her last. She looked around nervously. "What is?" she asked.
The Doctor shuffled over to give her a better look. "These marks on his face" he said, indicating the deep bruises on the mans face "Do they remind you of anything?"
"They look like...bars, of some sort" Frank said. 'Odd' he thought. he could've sworn he'd seen marks like this before, but he couldn't remember where.
"Well done Frank" the Doctor responded. "From how he's lying, and the massive dent in the wall there" he pointed upwards "I'd say this man was struck in the face by someone" he paused "or something, very strong."
He'd seen injuries like these before. He thought of a situation in his head. Guard discovers something he shouldn't. WHAM! hit from the side by someone holding a bar. But if that were the case, where was the blood? There should be some sort of splatter pattern. Unless...He stroked his beard, before -
"Hold it right there!" a voice perforated the air. Two people, a woman and a man jogged down the hallway. The woman wielded a pistol, which was pointed at the Doctor and his friends.
"Who are you!?" the woman barked, brandishing the pistol in the Doctors direction. Frank and Jackie put their hands up. The Doctor did not.
He sighed. "Believe it or not, Most people don't react well when they have a GUN POINTED AT THEIR FRIENDS!" His eyes blazed like a thousand suns. He'd lost his family, his whole race in fact. He damn well wasn't going to lose his new friends.
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★ Item ★ The Ryder sneakers are unisex and have some awesome details that anyone would love!
★ marketplace.secondlife.com/p/CULT-Ryder-with-HUD/25416975
★ Rigged For ★ Reborn ★ Legacy F/M ★ Maitreya ★ Kupra ★ GEN-X ★ Jake ★ Gianni ★
★ Remember to always try the DEMOS!★Check for Body Type & Body MOD Compatibility★
★ Comes with a Color Control HUD for changeable color options
★ Cult LM ★ maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Champ/189/200/17
★ Cult's Social Media Links ★
Hi Spookies & Culties, Here is your "must have these Cult Items" Weekend Shopping List!!
★ For Happy Weekend Sale ★ Grave Stride ★ Blair ★
★ Grave Stride Rigged For ★ Reborn ★ MaitreyaX ★ Legacy M/F ★ MaitreyaOG ★ Kupra ★
★ Blair Rigged For ★ Reborn ★ MaitreyaX ★ Legacy F ★ MaitreyaOG ★ Kupra ★
★ Comes with a Color Control HUD for changeable color options!
★ Remember to always try the DEMOS!★ Check for Body Type & Body MOD Compatibility ★
★ Cult LM ★ maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Cult%20Coven/129/75/337
★ Cult's Social Media Links ★