Heaven is Other Roko INA part 5Heaven is Other Roko INA part 53 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Glancing back and seeing nobody, Shari left the residence hall. Compared to the air in the baths, the outdoor air was refreshing. For extra relief, he dunked his head into the large central fountain that laid between the four buildings. The cold shock only half-rejuvenated his mind, doing little to push out the drunkenness, but it was enough to clear away the tears.
The sun was down, and the stars hung in the sky, but the night was still far too young to see the sun's shadow, the black moon that moved always opposite. Reaffixing his glasses and the cloak, Shari sat on the fountain wall, still fuming. He was perfectly aware he was drunk, but despite this state he could not shake the final conclusion that he had come to: he absolutely had to get out of here and finish what the brigands had started a long time ago. Taking any more time waiting around would have only led to more risk at being discovered, more punishments and more injustice, while if he took off and failed, he would merely
Heaven is Other Roko INA part 1Heaven is Other Roko INA part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A roko's life does not belong to himself; it has and always will belong to all roko. For this reason, on behalf of the Upper Court and the nation of New Haven, you are hereby branded with the white cross, which shall not be erased until you turn thirty years of age.
Sharikola swung the sword in a wide overhead arc. The runes painted on the wall appeared to burn in his vision as he threw his concentration onto them. The whole room shook with a fervent, percussive force that rattled the crates and the stones in the chamber wall.
Shari did not forget what had been taken from him. Shari did not forgive, despite what the nation decreed.
With a wide, round motion, he sheathed his sword, then stood up straight. Although he was small and thin, even for a coni, he had keen muscular strength, which showed though his thin summer fur. He never felt winded anymore, even after going through the kata three times in one afternoon.
The kata was of his own invention. Though heavily based on the G
Argo Part 1Argo Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
During the final hours of the Annual American Engineers Association Symposium, the grounds outside the convention center teemed with androids. Most were under four feet tall, with a harmless animal quality to them; fur, face and all. The symposium did not permit out-of-the-box factory androids on the convention floor for multiple reasons--though disappointingly, what they had to offer this year lacked any significant improvements.
The sky brooded, matching the mood that hung over the entire weekend. Mira wanted to return to work; it would be a welcoming distraction from an unproductive trip. Castletown was a veritable holy land of android engineering (at least for this hemisphere), but her grail was still missing.
Lily, her android, pulled the car up to the convention hall, when it began to rain. In technical design terms, Lily was an ani-droid, but the lazy tongue dropped the extra vowel. Ani-droids were too common to r
Heaven is Other Roko INA part 3Heaven is Other Roko INA part 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The master instructed Shari to dress for the occasion, and so he did, with the best piece of clothing he could scrounge up but which still fit his small frame. It was a cloak that folded into a robe, dyed solid black. It did not have true sleeves; rather the fabric was folded under the sash in order to give the appearance of sleeves. Besides it, he only wore a fresh shenti, because even the night was hot and he wasn't the sort of idiot who would overdress, even for an important occasion.
They walked through the main dining hall, which rang with all the noise and smells that generally accompanied dinner. The hall, filled with a rich warm glow from the heating coils and the overhead chandeliers, was divided into four quadrants, and each quadrant was divided by long serving tables. The centers of these tables had wide pathways for the servers and cooks to walk through, to deliver and refresh all the various kinds of dishes on that dinner's menu. The pathways joined in the middle, which co
Heaven is Other Roko INA part 4Heaven is Other Roko INA part 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I've written . . . most of a book," Shari said, his words slurring. He wasn't very drunk, but still more inebriated than he'd ever been before. "Based on my research into the Principle War. I wanted to do the same as this ancient book I read, that diagrammed the motion of the armies over the continent--oh, but I'm not terribly good at keeping my lines . . ."
Shari lifted his head, half-seeing the room around him for the first time. He pulled together the pieces--the towel racks, the wood benches, the warm humidity, the soapy odor, and several dozen other roko walking out of the dressing rooms wearing no clothing. When had they gone down to the baths?
"I'm, I'm sorry, how long have I been talking?" Shari said.
"About the time you finished your soup, you haven't shut up," Zure said.
Shari grinned at her stupidly.
The walls in the dressing room were lined floor to ceiling with cubby holes. Doorways led out in four directions: hot water (further down the hall from where they came i
Heaven is Other Roko INA part 8Heaven is Other Roko INA part 83 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"He's here, he's here!" A shadow passed along the ground as the avia flew overhead, calling.
As Shari's legs burned in pain, he ran. As his wounds seared, he ran. After he expended every last ounce of energy, he ran, and he ran, and he ran.
"He's here, he's here," the voice echoed between the massive structures, giving the reverb of the high-pitched squawking a sharp metallic ring.
Shari ran until there was nothing left but a cold sensation that demanded he move, but it was impossible for his body to respond. He looked, seeing blurry shadows of the collapsed walls around the ruins. He collapsed, wedged between a pile of rubble and the wall. He tried to pull his cloak over himself, but even with the will, neither of his arms moved any longer, nor his legs, nor his head, nor even his eyes.
I am going to die here.
Time passed. Shari was aware of its continual creep, but without grounding only knew that it passed, not how much nor how little. The continual timelessness
Argo Part 3Argo Part 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mira excused herself after pulling Lily back on the worktable and fidgeting with her arms for several minutes. She yawned heavily, and went straight to bed without bothering to wash upshe would finish later. She was starving, too, but sleep came first.
"Miss Mira?" Eo asked, peeking through the door to the bedroom, "would you like me to do anything for you while you sleep?"
"Hrm," Mira said, looking up from the pillow. "Did you find anything on the internet yet?"
"No . . ." Eo said, "I haven't been able to match my name, my description, or even unique numbers. I've informed several android agencies that I've lost my identity, and they said they'd tell me if something came up. So, could I do something for you?"
"Well, what do you normallyoh, that's right. Uh, just clean up, if you want."
Want. That was a word she didn't normally use with androids, at least in a professional sense. She alw
Ten Thousand Miles Up--pt. 2Ten Thousand Miles Up--pt. 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Captain," the ringel addressed from the viewscreen. The words lagged behind the image as the translator, unhooked from the central computer, struggled to interpret his language without help of the predictor module. The computer did a fine job of matching his voice, however, with its gruff, insulting tone. The ringel had kicked his boots onto the desk in front of him, and he held in each arm a ringel female.
Ringel were unlike the geroo; gray and white fur covered their slim bodies. They had round black noses instead of broad flat ones, and dark patches of fur most notable around their eyes. Were he not wearing boots, the ringel would be displaying his five-toed feet. Their tails compensated for their verminesque slenderness by growing thick bushy fur with dark rings--hence their moniker.
Given the sharp and accented manner in which he was dressed, in a fur-lined sleeveless vest and gloves, Ateri assumed it was for either confidence or intimidation. But this source of dread came from h
Ten Thousand Miles Up--pt. 4Ten Thousand Miles Up--pt. 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Though natural wormholes could be many sizes, technology dictated a minimum three miles diameter. Every wormhole required an entry and exit point, stable holes on either side to function. These minimums had been constant for nearly seven thousand years. Enemies of the krakun had every reason to reduce the size, radiation signature, or necessity of an exit point, but some fundamental force prevented stability on any of these fronts. At least, so far as Ateri knew; some distant race could have solved the problem, but he had no method of attaining such knowledge, since his communications came through krakun news feeds.
Artificial gates, being high-maintenance, could not run without a crew. The krakun designed the White Flower II to carry a gate as efficiently (and cheaply) as possible. "Efficient" included its entire complement who, save for the commissioner, were locked away inside it. Because the mission lasted far longer than non-krakun would survive even on a cursory voyage, the ship
Ten Thousand Miles Up--pt. 1Ten Thousand Miles Up--pt. 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ten Thousand Miles Up
By Rick Griffin
Planetary Acquisitions decommissioned the program three decades after its initial trial. However, they kept all slave ships operational just in case they produced viable finds. Years flutter by like a tree shedding its spring petals, and so we desperately cling to this chunk of dirt-and-machine we call home.
Are we just fools?
The alarm buzzed and flickered the lights. Ateri roused stone-faced and eye half-shut, and sat straight up, ignoring the crick he'd developed in his tail. His wide ears swiveled toward the noise. Jakari, who laid at his side, woke less alert. Ateri leaned over her and touched the screen facing her half of the bed.
"What's the emergency?" He asked. His normal voice rasped lower and more even-toned than usual.
"Sir, the running lights are out," Gurt the communications officer said.
Pirates are hailing us. Ateri's face turned down. Of all the deviations suffered, pirates were the worst. Only second in seriou
Heaven is Other Roko INA part 2Heaven is Other Roko INA part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The chalk ticked repeatedly as the master wrote on the board. The master, a heavyset brok, was quite old, though not to say feeble. He was a hundred and ten still fit compared, even compared to some of the young students who were just now growing out of their teens, and had grown up on a sedentary lifestyle. Even the room was mostly spared from the summer heat, though the magic was only temporary and the number of warm bodies pushed that temperature back up.
"You have to forget all you know about distribution and logistics," he said, "what we reserve for a national scale, they imparted to every individual in every culture, save for the occasional small, isolated village. The basis for this system is what, Sharikola?" he said, without turning away from the board.
Shari froze, halfway through the curtain that divided the room from the outside. The other adolescents snickered, all of them sitting of laying on cushions that filled the room, either on the bench lining its perimeter or simpl
Ten Thousand Miles Up--pt. 3Ten Thousand Miles Up--pt. 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I heard about the emergency," the commissioner said.
The new commissioner Pokokuro was, to Jakari's relief and concern, an old face. Pokokuro arranged the video conference from inside a hot bath (an enormous waste of water, had it been onboard the ship). Her attendants, miniscule in comparison, scrubbed down her scales, massaged her wings, filed her talons and horns, and covered her in gallons of fragrance. Slaves guided hoses hanging from the ceiling to rinse down the parts of her above the surface of the pool. Others stood on her, scrubbing down each scale with caustic soap which would, had they not each been dressed in full body suits, seared their flesh off.
The krakun's rise to power occurred long before computer technology ever came into being on their planet. The average krakun was a physical and mental powerhouse, with a life expectancy in the range of twelve thousand years--twelve times longer than the next longest-lived species in the universe, the turek. Over the course of
Argo Part 4Argo Part 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It turned out Eo knew many shortcuts to fixing Lily. The sheer amount of knowledge she had on the subject filled the entire time they put Lily back together. There was little about robotics Eo did not know some improvement to. She rewrote Lily's damaged data-storage procedure in less than ten minutes, organizing it in a radically different, yet much more intuitive way than Mira had even thought possible.
Mira had been awake again for nearly twenty hours. She leaned back from her desk and stretched. Eo came back from the kitchen carrying the next half of the reheated delivery pizza. (Delivery because, for some unexplained reason, Eo did not know how to cook.) When she saw Mira agape in the middle of a yawn, Eo set the pizza down and took her by the hand.
"You're too tired," Eo said with a demanding tone, "you need to get some sleep."
"Oh come on, we're almost done . . ." Mira said, yawning again.
"No," Eo insisted, "I'll
Heaven is Other Roko INA part 6Heaven is Other Roko INA part 63 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Shari opened his eyes and saw, besides the glare of the sun as it came up over the trees, a dark shadow that turned into the face of a kangaroo.
He sat up, and the kangaroo turned away, disinterested. Shari glaned around and wondered why he was under a tree in the middle of an open field away from the main road.
He had to urinate again, and did so in the field. His head ached like a vise being pressed around it--a hangover. He emptied his entire waterskin into his mouth before feeling able to walk just a little, despite all the sores in his feet, legs and back. It was around that time as he leaned on a tree to stop the pounding in his head that he remembered what he was doing.
"You idiot!" He shouted, kicking up the dust on the road. "Storming off drunk in the heat of the summer!"
The sudden outburst spooked the kangaroo that time, who sprang away, causing two or three more hidden in the tall grass to leap up and leave with it.
Shari was less angry at himself for making the decision th
Canvass Dreamer: Dear Feminist, I'm not a MonsterCanvass Dreamer: Dear Feminist, I'm not a Monster1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm a boy, not a monster. It's almost plausible that me, a human being, be considered a monster, an inhuman creature who enjoys blood lust and violence for sport. That's not me, i'm the exact opposite. However, if you, Miss Feminist, can assume that I, a normal boy, a monster, than shall I assume the same for you?
No, I can't, because when I do, the entire world turns against me. Above me is a cloud, and the cloud is named “Society”. It whispers words into my ears, fills my head with such thick smoke that the substance absorbs into my brain. I'm blinded by your views and have been stricken mute by your ideals, by the fact that to you all, to women, to the world I'm a rapist by blood, a born killer. That I deserve to be walked over, trodden on, regarded as nothing but trash. And I believe this, as the cloud thickens and the smoke darkens, I believe everything you say.
Why? Because Society tells me so. You are society, Miss Feminist, the world will take your side.
Argo Part 2Argo Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mira arrived home, waking to the fox android's insistent shaking of her shoulder. She also realized they had bandaged her fingers, and she groaned. She hated how coddling androids could be when provoked.
The foxes laid out Lily and the mouse girl onto the lacquer table of her studio--a bit rustic by modern standards but useful enough. Once finished, one fox asked if Mira needed any more medical assistance.
"Yes I'm fine," Mira said, flexing her fingers. They felt decent enough to do delicate work, so she supposed she didn't need anything as drastic as stitches. "You're not--"
"No charge for the bandages, courtesy of Wreck Retrival Incorporated! Are you sure you don't want me to call a professional mechanic for your ani-droids?"
"I am a professional," Mira said through her teeth.
The fox waited, staring at her with glassy eyes.
". . . no, no I don't need a mechanic."
"Your responses have been recorded. We will email you o
RE: 'What People Are Doing By Being Anti-Feminist'First off, why the hell is that piece under "Historical" in the Non-Fiction category? There's nothing even remotely historical about anything on that list. You're just voicing your opinion, so it should be under "Editorial." Second, it is your opinion because you don't give any damn sources for any of those on the list. (And don't you dare fucking act like you already put sources in it because no, you fucking didn't, you liar. You only put in sources AFTER I posted this.)RE: 'What People Are Doing By Being Anti-Feminist'5 months ago in Editorial More Like This
So I'm going to leave some of those alone and voice my rebuttal/counter-opinion on the ones that are my favorites:
Dimissing that cat-calling is still an issue.*dismissing
Someone be honest with me here. Is it really that fucking hard to just keep walking away and ignoring the shitheads? Because I admit, I've never been cat-called, despite the fact that I've been given compliments by a few guys about how I look. And those aren't sexual harassment, those are legit compliments. I may b
Hello, How are you?Hello, How are you?3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Hello - I opened the window, and softly whispered out
How are you? There's no one here, I'm alone in the room
Mornin' - The morning's come, a morning of pouring rain
Tick-tock - Somebody, wind up my coil...
Hello - In an old anime, that was how it was
How are you - So enviable, everyone being loved
Sleepin' - Don't say anything stupid, I have to prepare
Cryin' - To hide the traces of my tears
My favorite phrase is "fine, who cares"
Suddenly, yesterday's words come to mind
"Well, I don't have any hope for you anymore..."
And well, but, I...
I don't have any hope for myself,
But just what did you mean to say that for, I ask?
Words have come up to the throat,
But all that comes out the mouth is lies
So today, once again, I'm precious
Wasting my words, I live on...
Why hide away, I ask?
Is it so scary to laugh, I ask?
Do you not want to see anyone, I ask?
Is that the truth, I ask?
Cast down in a sea of ambiguity,
It's too painful for me to even breathe
Now, I just want to hea
Narcissus Dilettante and the Hapless DragonNarcissus Dilettante and the Hapless Dragon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Narcissus Dilettante and the Hapless Dragon (note: Ashuton (the Italian dragon god) is a dragon shifter, that means he can become human and turn into a dragon (Not an Anthro dragon. He is a full fledge dragon, wings and all. This is Narcissus's (the black girl and hero of TSODR) poem to him).
In clandestine glory
I see you look down at me
Your eyes open up new light
Through that hole in the wall
You see everything I do
Come in and join me, please
There is much to do
I conform your abnormalities
Dragon scales, claws and dragon breath
Yet behind slanted lizard eyes
I see a human
Come in and join for there is much to do
Together let's fall into the Smokey oblivion
Of each other's warmth and dreams
And never come back
I want to be there with you
At all times
And I am
Morning, noon and night
You kiss these chocolate covered lips
And I stroke your pale neck
Unfortunate things uphold lust
But what we have binds us
You speak words so intelligently
Improper grammar makes you cringe
You enjoy pa
Pale Blue DotPale Blue Dot5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are you a man?
Than the sum of your parts?
Then look you here,
At what's been found.
A wand'ring trav'ller
And saw you.
He saw me too.
He saw humanity,
In his view,
We were all one
Happy, dysfunctional family,
Lumped together on a dot
Pale blue floating, in
You and I are men,
But less than all
Twilight and FeminismIntroductionTwilight and Feminism5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Throughout history women have fought for their rights. Today, at first sight, it seems as if they might have succeeded in their struggle to attain equality between women and men. Never before has our society been so focused on gender equality in the nineties strong feminist role models as Buffy Summers from 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' and Xena from 'Xena: Warrior Princess' were looked up to, but now another tendency is starting to show among teenage girls. With the release of the young-adult novel 'Twilight' in 2005, old-fashioned ideas of partnership are becoming more and more popular, at least if one is to look at the sales figures for 'The Twilight Series'.
This article seeks to draw parallels between the gender roles in 'The Yellow Wallpaper', a short story from 1892, written by Charlotte Perkins Gilman, and the novel 'Twilight' written by Stephenie Meyer. It will focus on the examples of female infantilization and representation of gender in both stories
Corporate ManCorporate Man5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His life was lived in desk drawers
And filing cabinets
Where sunlight rarely shone,
That did not care for what they said.
His mind kept sharp with murders,
And mysteries on the train,
Solved by journey's end,
And stowed within a case
Of polished plastic black.
His heart alone within its cage
Beat the beat of deadlines
With fuel of midnight oil.
He lay within a hovel-shack
Of penthouse rising high,
And slept long after dawn's first light
And rose before the lark.
He died the death of many,
Friendless and alone.
His coffin in a furnace burned
Lazy for a while,
And his ashes, when collected,
Lived as he had done,
On shelves of paper stacked,
Broken, by negligence,
And then consigned to waste.
His grave is on a shelf
Of a bureau vast,
And his ghost is that which loses
Urgence and importance
In depths impossible
And darkness visible.
Why, I look at the skyWhy, I look at the sky5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You know why, I look at the sky,
I believe someday, a great wave of
happiness will come and take my to
the sky, I will fly 2 the heavens
and fly around the world, I'll feel
the sky with hope and wonder and
try 2 fly with my friends, and the
nice god in the sky.
Thats why i look at the sky.
It Didn't Reach The Ground...It Didn't Reach The Ground...5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It doesn't even reach the ground...
The snow just slowly falls around.
It was beautiful, I had to admit,
But it just didn't seem to fit.
The way it fell down in the south;
It didn't even reach my mouth.
It then melted into rain
And I was sad; Left in pain.
A silly thing to be sad about,
But I have never seen the snow throughout.
The first time my eyes set sight
On the rain and snow falling in the night.
Disappointment ran through my veins
And I was just left to hate the rains.
For they expertly wash away everything.
The snow; Something I have never seen.
I despise it when it betrays me so,
For it's melting what I don't want to go.
Now, It's stopped snowing and I go forth,
Yearning to go on straight to the North.
Somewhere where there's everything
And only to the rain, I don't have to cling.
I do love them, Ihonestly do
However I'm longing for something entirely new.