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King's Inheritance
Technical Archaeologist Shawn Priors picked his way through the dark tunnel. The walls of rock around him were smooth, butter carved by a hot knife. He was always amazed at the precision of the Molecular Reorganisers—known informally as MRs, or Emers—to produce these perfectly formed tunnels in solid rock. The hulking Pathfinder vehicles up ahead had carved the passage mere hours earlier, Emers mounted to the face of their snub-nosed cabins. They’d been working their way through the mountain for the better part of a day until they found the anomaly. Which was where Priors came in.
The cavity, a rectangular box with a high ceiling, lay not too far off the centre of the mountain. The Pathfinder pilot was surprised to see such a large space hidden within the rock, but Priors wasn’t. He had sent a few Pathfinders off burrowing into the mountain at different angles of attack, hedging his bets in case the map wasn’t as accurate as he suspected. But he knew this
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An Audience with Aulk
The horses became uneasy as the pair neared the clearing. It had taken them five days to trek through the forest, its undergrowth dense through centuries of undisturbed leisure, its tendrils thick and cumbersome underfoot. Even the great horses of Ander found it hard to press onward through the foliage, and they did not have even those to carry them on their journey. The two riders had dismounted to gain better purchase on the forest floor, picking their way through the maze-like woods.
Jent looked up at the massive tree ahead of them, still visible through the dense canopy. The forest was well known for its giant trees, each with girth even a family of woodsmen could not encompass, and stretching so far in the air a ship could be built stem-to-stern in long, uncut planks cut from the tree. It was said that during the war for the Wide Sea of Prote half the forest was chopped down, each tree made into its own ship. Thanks fully Jent was born long after such troubled times.
But the tree
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Hickory
Timothy Lukket leaned back in his computer chair. The wheels squeaked as he pushed back, slouching against the curved, ergonomic back. The screen showed a floor-plan of the extrusion room, lights blinking on the robotic arms and moving tables showing their hurried activity.
Tim crooked his head to one side and gazed at the machinery through the window behind the screen. He knew it wasn’t that long ago that it took a whole day to print something as simple and mundane as augmented glasses, but he always found the five to ten minute wait to build his new creation brought an insurmountable tedium to the whole process.
He straightened his head and, with a flick of the wrist, gestured to switch to the build view. The screen showed each piece that was being built in an exploded view that could be spun and manipulated to inspect the individual parts as desired. As a piece was being extruded, acid-burned or otherwise fabricated, it would be outlined yellow. Once a part was complete and pl
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Twenty-meter Strip of Sky
The sky was beautiful. I hadn’t seen a sunset in what seemed like forever. The sun still set, of course, but it was hard to see most days what with the mammoth skyscrapers smothering the city. People like me couldn’t afford to live higher than the mid-twenties. Sunlight was a commodity like anything else, and unless you were making six figures, you had to stick to the shadows and deal with it.
People said things were different before. Said the sun shone and rain fell on rich men and poor alike. Apparently we didn’t even need to soak up all that light to keep the city going strong. But such things were nonsense, like Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. How could you keep twenty million people alive without all that energy? That was simply impossible.
Nope. The energy-harvesting strategies had done all they could, but they couldn't do anything for us poor folk at the bottom of the rung. All we had was our inherited vocation of keeping the city alive, maybe moving to some p
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Cleanup
Captain James Sidler sat on the observation deck, staring out at the cloud. The Explorer-class vessel was making its first pass around the anomaly, the fifty-two members that made up the rest of the crew doing all the usual spectrograms and positional scans, but he preferred to down sit here with a nice cup of green tea and watch in peace.
With the cryostasis chambers now built-in to every long haul ship, it seemed every moment of wakefulness was full of activity. One minute they were preparing for launch, making final checks on course headings and making sure valves and checks for the freezers were all in working order. And then the next they were here, at their destination, with scans to make and data to analyse, sending it back until command sent the next orders. And then they were back in the freezer again for the cycle to restart.
Space exploration was supposed to be fun, wasn’t it? Finding new planets and new species, sneaking around virgin space and trying to not get caugh
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Being of Unknown Origin
Dom stirred, back aching, head fuzzy. Forcing his eyes open, he squinted as he looked around the room. Pastel pink walls complimented the soothing blue carpet. Finally, his eyes fell on the bed he lay curled up on, the white duvet a little too white for his liking.
With a groan he pushed himself up, the springs groaning beneath his weight. Swinging his legs off the edge of the mattress, he sat up on the bed. Putting out his arms for support, he noticed how soft the covers were. It reminded him of something...
"Welcome," a deep, calm voice said. Looking up, he saw a tall form; all he could tell while his eyes adjusted to the brightly lit room... but he was sure the room was empty a minute ago.
"Yeah... Thanks..." Dom mumbled, hanging his head and massaging his neck.
A pregnant pause hung in the air. The form shifted it's weight. It seemed to be waiting.
"Did you want something?" Dom said scathingly, his head beginning to clear.
"We do not require anything of particular from you at this
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Literature
Blink
"Damn it!" Dave leant forward over the edge and stared down into the chasm. It was around twenty meters deep, as expected, but the bottom was covered in a green liquid. The goop was here too.
Dave had seen what it had done to the others. Once it latched on, it didn't let go until it had burned through. An arm, a leg, hell— a torso wouldn't be any trouble for it. He couldn't afford to get within an inch of it... that was enough for it to get Burnie; and he couldn't let that happen to him. He had to get through... just had to.
Ebby's face flashed up in his mind. He scrunched his eyes closed, doing his best to hold on to the vision of her; drawing strength from hers. But the image faded, and Dave opened his eyes.
Steeled for the task ahead, he squatted down, swinging his bag off his shoulder in front of him. Ripping open the mouth, he rummaged around for a moment, before pulling the pair of hi-tech binoculars. Lying flat on his front, he shuffled forward, sticking his head, and the b
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For Your Own Protection
"WARNING: This area is off limits for your own protection. Do not enter."
Tim blinked at the sign in front of him. It wasn't a usual warning sign; no official reds and yellows; just white paper with plain, black lettering printed across it.
Straightening up, the schoolboy gazed over at the other signs, each linked to the next by a flimsy red-and-white tape that sagged and swayed in the wind, as if inviting someone — anyone — to walk straight through it, and on into the forbidden, circular patch of grass.
Tim looked around, looking for signs of workmen or anyone official-looking that could've put up the warnings. No such luck. Was it just a prank? Some stupid dare set by the seniors?
A smirk crept across the boy's face. He wouldn't fall for such an obvious ruse. He'd show those idiots he wouldn't fall for their petty attempts at humiliation. He'd walk straight through.
Hefting his bag on his shoulder, he sidestepped the sign and headed straight through the tape. It put up a li
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FFM'11: Patch
"Dr. Gobler. Please, sit down." The older man gestured to the chair in the middle of the room. He wore a black suit, just as the four other committee members that sat either side of him. Gobler didn't recognise the others, but the old man's perfect, white goatee gave him away. It was Senlec; he'd been on the news, harassed by reporters asking for information on the recent events that was sweeping the nation. He didn't cave easily.
Gobler looked back into the darkened corridor, before closing the door behind him and walking toward the solitary chair. He'd be lucky if he was out of this room before nightfall. This thing would take all day, and then some. They couldn't miss anything; all questions must be answered; all possibilities explored before anyone would go home.
Reaching the chair, leaned back into it. It was an ancient one. Legs of tubular steel, seat made out of plastic. He noticed the committee weren't afflicted with such a thing.
"Mr. Gobler," Senlec began. "I suppose you know
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FFM'11: Luna's Meal
We were all gathered on the roof; the entire nation came to see the spectacle. The day foretold in the scrolls. It was a beautiful day blessed by Sol's light. But of course, we all wore Luna's banner, with it's royal blue and gold leaf; it was Luna's Meal, after all — the day she would swallow the sky.
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FFM'11: A Lesson Learned
I am a robot. My function is Personal Assistant and note taker for the CEO of global banking firm Walek GB, James Edward Walek. Through my service for my current owner, I have seen the inner workings of business and commerce as a whole. I have recorded many and varying data points relating to his life, his life mainly consisting of the world market and his share in shaping it.
It is from this data that I have extrapolated the principals of operation within the economic climate as enacted by the human race. The premier of these principals being that there is no more important vocation in life than to make money.
For those lower in the company it is necessary for their survival; a necessity that becomes less and less pertinent as you examine those higher in the organization. It is as yet unclear as to the motivations driving the managers and directors of Walek GB to continue storing up money as they do, often to the detriment of other companies, and, at times, even at the expense of thei
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FFM'11: Initiation
"Ah — it's you! How are—" To his surprise, the older man saw something glint in the boy's hand. A blade? Was this a gang initiation? He was the right age... And there was no way the old man could overpower the boy. Resigned, he uttered his last words: "I don't approve of your new lifestyle."
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hello! thank you for the fave! :thanks:
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Thanks for the faves, homie!
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no worries, er... ho- homie [shifty eyes]
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no worries.
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Hey, thanks for the devWatch!
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no worries - I'm looking forward to reading more of your stuff... ;P
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Thank you for the favorite! :)
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