Ich habe mir vorge­nommen, in Zukunft mehr zu schreiben und hier zu veröf­fent­lichen, mal wieder.

Ich weiß noch nicht, in welcher Art hier Inhalte auf die Seite gestellt werden, aber ich habe derzeit einige sehr inter­essante Themen im Notizbuch und auf dem Schreib­tisch liegen.

Meine Bewer­bungen für die Univer­si­täten gehen langsam raus und ich habe in den letzten Tagen sehr viel gearbeitet.

Dafür habe ich auch weiter Notizen für eine bzw. Mehrere neue kurze oder längere Geschichten gesammelt. Vielleicht komme ich die Tage ja zum schreiben.

Auch Urlaub habe ich jetzt einge­reicht. Amsterdam entfliehen werde ich direkt nach Pfingsten. Auf gehts nach Bremen und Hamburg, mal sehn wie weit es mich rumtreibt.

In den letzten Tagen habe ich mir den tempo­rären Hacker­space in Amsterdam angeschaut und einige sehr nette Menschen kennen gelernt. Auch habe ich festge­stellt, dass ich seit einigen Wochen nicht mehr auf Facebook bin und es kein Stück vermisse.

Dafür habe ich Twitter kennen und anfänglich schätzen gelernt. Inter­essante Gespräche finden themen­ba­sie­render statt, als ich es jemals auf Facebook tun konnte.

Ich habe noch eine kleine Liste der Dinge, die ich demnächst mal auspro­bieren will:

1. Moodle instal­lieren

1.2. Einen Kurs zum Thema Anarchismus und Syndi­ka­lismus ausar­beiten und schauen, was mit Moodle machbar ist.

2. Eine Virtuelle Maschine (VM) auf Windows aufsetzen und sowohl Ubuntu als auch Arch-Linux auf der VM instal­lieren.

3. Einen Podcast fertig bekommen, schneiden und veröf­fent­lichen

4. Ein paar Diskus­si­ons­bei­träge für Syndi­ka­ und einige bekannte fertig schreiben.

5. An einer Univer­sität oder Fachhoch­schule zum Ingenieur­s­studium angenommen werden.

6. Häufiger Bloggen

Straw­berry One.

Dear reader, today I publish my first short-story under creative commons licence (CC-BY-SA 3.0). I hope u enjoy a little bit reading it. It was made as a birthday gift for a good friend. If you want to copy, paste, work on it, feel free, thats what it is made for, all i wanted to do is writing it.

Straw­berry One By Frank Pott, published under CC-BY-SA 3.0, 1.400 Words

Straw­berry One.


Son, there are a lot stories about the old world. The most are told more times u can stand them, but let me tell you a story which is never told before. It is the story of a woman.


It were the old days where the Mecha­Wor­riers still were as mecha­nical partisans deep in the woods. Son, I guess u know the Mecha­Wor­riers. These old rusty maschines you can see today in the “Museums of ancience society”. But in these old days, they were mighty and powerful, heavy support-maschines. Some were just for fighting, other were carriers or constructing maschines, and some were made for tech-support. But just a few, the most valiant, were allowed to ride the Data-Rocke­teers.


Son, the woman I am talking about was one of these brave people. She started in the age of 17 as a rookie, self-employing by constructing her own MechaBot. It was made of rubbish metal, hard steal-titanium mixes and electrical components you could find in chip-libraries and tool-houses. I heard that the heart of her MechaBot was one of these heavy hydrogene-cells used by EcoCars in the ancience society. It needed hours and hours to plan, construct and welding these MechaBot. She coded the interface by her own, backing every­thing in she needed. A calender and organizer, the commu­ni­cation-interface, aiming-AI and last but not least the confi­gu­ration of arms, legs, briefly the fullbo­dy­con­troll and some gimmics like near field commu­ni­cation hacker software.

After all, she published the code under creative commons licence. Son, that wasn´t common at these time, stupid people thought about ideas as property not knowing that property is an illusion. But she did, and a lot of other rookies could use here expie­ri­ences and software, creating own code and better programs.

Sadly she never will appear in the history-books, and I don´t think that a documen­tation about her life will join our histo-backups in the online-libraries but her first uses of the MechaBot were rollicking.

My Son, like your playing with reality-devices, MechaBot-races were part of the same youth-culture and a big fun. She wasn´t too bad, the high number of reclaimed upgrade kits sponsored by chip-libraries and toolhouses shows it.


One of these upgrade kits was polluted with hacked resistance software, which trans­mitted the “Manifest of liberating the World” to her screen. She read it all bright-eyed and decided to join the resistance in the woods fighting for a more equal and liberated world. Wasn´t easy, in these days to reach them, because they didn´t use the later sucessfull data-rockets and the Mecha­Worrier-Net (MW-N).

But I guess the first days with her MechaBot looking for the resis­tence were surely totaly amazing. She crawled through the woods, looking for the resistance and solving some trainings which were offered in the eathernet for resistance-rookies. After a while she was magged by the Counter-Resistance-Squads (CRS)and needed to flee. But Son, she was a clever woman, the CRS wasn´t fast enough to get her MechaBot, and when they were close, she found a lot of traps and tricks to escape.


She was the first who invented the data-rockets, the technics u know as Data-Explosion or data-impulse. She found out with her MechaBot, that it would be the best to find the resistance by destroying infra­structure of the CRS and signing it in the infor­mation-ether. When she attacked an outpost in the woods she started her first data-rocket.

Red, blue, purple, green, yellow. The Data-Rocket busted in hundreds of colours, sending out an infor­mation-impulse and spited in the world: “Hello world. Straw­berry One is on the run, try to get me.”

Maybe not the most profes­sional thing u ever heared, but It was the first message. Later she added the positiv song “Their is a great big beautiful tomorrow” to her data-rocket signal to tease the CRS. After that first data-rocket, other Mecha­War­riors started to sign their actions too. A network growed up.


As u may remember it where the days where commu­ni­cation was much more eruptive than today. Hell, our permanent-wireless time wasn´t invented and even it was very dangerous.

The Counter-Resistance-Squads tried to catch the Mecha­Wor­riers partisans, build a lot of traps, but Straw­berry One started to become a data-sailor. She sailed with their MechaBot from outpost to outpost, destroyed as much CRS-infra­structure she could and set up data-rockets.

After a while the resistance contacted her to establish the “Data-Rocketeer Squad” the legendary DRS-#1. She became the first female data-rocketeer and got new upgrade kits for her MechaBot which became now an offical Mecha­Worrier.

Additional Rocket-slots and data-booster made Straw­berry One the first selfcreated Data-Rocketeer-Mecha­Worrier. You know Son, self-construction and self-coding is still a rule at the data-depart­ments today.


In 2029, some years before u were born Son, their should be a big offensive against the CRS. As a young Boy I was part of the “Infra­structure and Supply-Department”. I was a Buffalo Supply-Driver and we were respon­sible to bring big electro-kits for the ground-control.

I maneu­vered my big supply-truck with uncle Joyce through the woods, following the data-trail to the meeting place, an old theme park. It was just a question of time till they will attack us. Uncle Joyce and I were nervous, driving all the equipment at our truck.

Suddendly the ground in front of the truck burst, dust and metall, bitumen and timber blowed across our view. A CRS-Tank run across the street, shooting big missles at us. Uncle Joyce and I pull hard around the truck, trying not to knock the truck over. Dirt, sweat, tears and mud whirl the air.

Boom, another big explosion happend. The fireball embrace the CRS-tank. Green and blue small explo­sions melted the tank piece by piece. First the big curb chains, than the steel conduit and at least the driver´s cab with the rollover-protection. Joyce commu­ni­cation-radar freaked out, so many data´s comming from that explo­sions.

When the truck stopped spinning around, we pause for a moment. Sweat ran like rivers down my neck. Joyce prayed to god, that when the cole-smoke will go, the enemy will not attack us like the CRS-tank. Son, may u remember, that the CRS wasn´t the only enemy in this times, other Clans fought each other as well.

With a sound of breaking metal a shadow escaped the smoke. Brown sprayed metal. A wild beating blue-heavy-hydrogen-cell spend a bright light to the glade. A carbon-glass-cabin sheened in the moonlight. Slowly the maschine came closer.


“Cccrr­hhhrcce. Straw­berry One, Data-Rocketeer-Squad­leader here. I am your scout to the meeting point at the theme park. I will come closer to check if ure truck is high damaged, my Mecha­Warrior will now enter ure computer systems. Don´t be aware.”

Joyce and I were totaly scarred. The big glas carboned Mecha­Warrior came closer, surrounded us like a raptor. Our interface freaked out again, a hugh impact of data screewed him up.

Joyce and I stared at each other. “Joyce, I guess I never will reach my target with the truck. We can´t reach it, its busted, and now someone is tacking over our systems.”

The glas-carbon came closer and we both, Joyce and me could take a look inside the Mecha­Worrier-cabin.

She was amazing, wild purple hair, glowing like flames arround her head. One-side under­cutted. Her Helmet couldnt hold back them and in her face the brassy googles with an aiming-interface covered the eyes.

In her mouth-corner surrounded by straw­berry-red and vanilla-flavoured lips she hold a cigarett.

She was proud, knowing that she was a data-rocketeer.

And son, she leaned down to me and said: “Hey boys, everyone has to do his tasks as well as possible. It may doesn´t look much, but I swear as long as I can, I shoot rockets in the air to protect you and our mission.”

Son, that was the day, I met your mom.