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Zeus23@POOHEAD189 Modern people rule at ecology. I've been to New York, makes all the anthills I've seen look like trash!
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STATUS: Ethical issues aside, AI prose is just really bad. 20 days ago
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Ethical issues aside, AI prose is just really bad.
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28 days ago
She wanted to read, she wanted to write, but the main thing she wanted was something to fight
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1 yr ago
Make it clear that you don't need him to be reading Dante tomorrow. Also suggest it would be fun if you had a private language that you could use to mock English speakers in secret.
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2 yrs ago
Luckily history suggests an infinite ability for people to be shit heads ;)
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Achmed the Snake
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Early 30's. I know just enough about everything to be dangerous.
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The sky screamed as the incoming tore the damp sky into dirty gray contrails. A half dozen computer aimed plasma guns stabbed the air with painfully vivid cyan. The Armored had the best automated air defense money could by and the guns knocked the shells out of the sky with mechanical precision. It wouldn’t be enough, not today. Sayeed crouched in the hastily prepared fox hole, clutching her 20mm plasma gun close as the sub munitions of the carrier shells burst above them. Tank killing rounds plunged out of the stratosphere like demons. Off to her right Captain Martel’s skimmer exploded in a shower of shattered ceramic and titanium fragments.
Someone was screaming, maybe a great many people but the constant earthshaking detonation of kilotons of cordite rendered the effort almost comical. Junebug closed her eyes, knowing that in a few moments one of the tank killing shells would smash one of the national army panzers to flaming ruin. The gouting ruin of its fuel tank would spray across her back and left arm. It would be hours before the shelling of Hill 22 slackened enough for the medics to reach her, long after her limited supply of analgesics had run out.
Junebug snapped back to the present as she realized that Neil hadn’t just sprayed her with the flame gun. The filter on her helmet rendered the muck in vivid red, hotter even than human body temperature. Her helmet wasn’t signaling anything dangerous biologically but it was a big universe.
“Booster cut the visual enhancement,” she snapped and the blood red ambiance fell away abruptly.
“Well alive or dead, something did that to him,” she gestured to the claw marks into the limp distended skin that had been a man before drawing a can gray spray sealant from her webbing harness and pulled the tab on the base of the can. Sealant hissed out coating her armor and skin. The hydrophilic sealant drew the moisture into it and hardened into a latex like rubber. It wasn’t a foolproof response to a biological threat but it was the best she could do without a hazmat unit. She tossed the sheet of rubber away with revulsion.
“Look, whatever is going on here is beyond our pay grade, we are omega,” she told Neil and turned to look back down the hallway. Something stirred in the corridor which lead back towards the ship. Junebug pulled her sub machine gun tight to her shoulder and fired a short burst down the hallway. The muzzle flash illuminated a confused mass of pallid faces and twisted bodies, washing down the hallway in a nightmarish wave. The burst shattered several of the creatures into bloody rags that splashed the walls with blackened fluid.
“Scorch it!” Junebug yelled but Neil was already stepping forward raising the flame gun. A shiver of remembered pain ran through her, but you didn’t survive by being squeamish. The accelerant roared into the hallway in a reeking firestorm. The things came on in eerie silence even as flesh burned and bones crackled. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a green telltale blink red.
“Cease…” but it wasn't going to be fast enough, she grabbed Neil and twisted the flame gun sideways spraying flame onto the wall. A second later carbon dioxide jetted into the hallway and the automatic doors slammed shut. If Neil had held the burst on target, the back blast would have coated them both. Several slams sounded against the closed blast doors, there was even a faint scratching as the things tried to pull themselves through the guttering flame.
“Well, not that way. Shit. Booster find us a route from the command center to the hangar that doesn't require the A level corridors.” Map Info not available, flashed twice on her visor and then went dark.
“Damn, we need to find another way back.”
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Someone was screaming, maybe a great many people but the constant earthshaking detonation of kilotons of cordite rendered the effort almost comical. Junebug closed her eyes, knowing that in a few moments one of the tank killing shells would smash one of the national army panzers to flaming ruin. The gouting ruin of its fuel tank would spray across her back and left arm. It would be hours before the shelling of Hill 22 slackened enough for the medics to reach her, long after her limited supply of analgesics had run out.
Junebug snapped back to the present as she realized that Neil hadn’t just sprayed her with the flame gun. The filter on her helmet rendered the muck in vivid red, hotter even than human body temperature. Her helmet wasn’t signaling anything dangerous biologically but it was a big universe.
“Booster cut the visual enhancement,” she snapped and the blood red ambiance fell away abruptly.
“Well alive or dead, something did that to him,” she gestured to the claw marks into the limp distended skin that had been a man before drawing a can gray spray sealant from her webbing harness and pulled the tab on the base of the can. Sealant hissed out coating her armor and skin. The hydrophilic sealant drew the moisture into it and hardened into a latex like rubber. It wasn’t a foolproof response to a biological threat but it was the best she could do without a hazmat unit. She tossed the sheet of rubber away with revulsion.
“Look, whatever is going on here is beyond our pay grade, we are omega,” she told Neil and turned to look back down the hallway. Something stirred in the corridor which lead back towards the ship. Junebug pulled her sub machine gun tight to her shoulder and fired a short burst down the hallway. The muzzle flash illuminated a confused mass of pallid faces and twisted bodies, washing down the hallway in a nightmarish wave. The burst shattered several of the creatures into bloody rags that splashed the walls with blackened fluid.
“Scorch it!” Junebug yelled but Neil was already stepping forward raising the flame gun. A shiver of remembered pain ran through her, but you didn’t survive by being squeamish. The accelerant roared into the hallway in a reeking firestorm. The things came on in eerie silence even as flesh burned and bones crackled. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a green telltale blink red.
“Cease…” but it wasn't going to be fast enough, she grabbed Neil and twisted the flame gun sideways spraying flame onto the wall. A second later carbon dioxide jetted into the hallway and the automatic doors slammed shut. If Neil had held the burst on target, the back blast would have coated them both. Several slams sounded against the closed blast doors, there was even a faint scratching as the things tried to pull themselves through the guttering flame.
“Well, not that way. Shit. Booster find us a route from the command center to the hangar that doesn't require the A level corridors.” Map Info not available, flashed twice on her visor and then went dark.
“Damn, we need to find another way back.”
@POOHEAD189
Ten documented cases sure. Nothing like watching them circling a creature while its blood goes septic so they can eat it alive. *shudder*
Komodo Dragons are terrifying monsters. That is all.
#notallmuslims
I lived in Indonesia for a while, it was great, people (in the Muslim areas) seemed much more ritual focused and there was a fairly diverse religious community. Everyone was pretty friendly.
I would never go to Saudi or Kuwait though.
They have so much in common with Christian conservatives if only they could bridge... actually never mind, I'm probably better of with Jehovah Bowl than having some sort of pan-pshyco alliance.
Kind of wish I had time to do a little editing :(
Kind of wish I had time to do a little editing :(
The airlock cycled with a metallic chunk and a rush of pressurized air. The Highlander’s atmosphere was denser than the stations, probably due to indifferent maintenance of air reprocessors by the station staff, but it was high enough in oxygen that breathing wouldn’t be a difficulty. X-792b was crewed by convicts, not those guilty of respectable crimes like murder or theft, but the far less forgivable sins of getting caught with the supervisor's daughter, or failing to pay an appropriate bribe. It didn’t encourage a strong work ethic.
The hallway was partially finished with metal and structural plastic and partialy carved into the rock. Large cracks from thousands of docking operations and the thermal flux of opening to the vacum traced a spiderweb through the first few feet. It was unlikely that it leaked enough air to be significant but Junebug felt a slight breeze stir her flightsuit. Illumination was by way of overhead chemical light strips which cast a greenish glow over the whole scene. There was no sign of any crewmen.
“Well, so much for a welcoming committee,” Sayeeda said, “Booster, give me a 25 percent thermal mask and carrot movement.” The quality of her vision changed subtly, rendering everything in cool shades of blue. She lifted her submachine gun to her shoulder and stepped into the station, frost crackling beneath her boots as she stepped into the station.
“Next time we are somewhere civilized, we need to invest in some more hardware.” She didn’t like the flame gun in the tight quarters of the station but you didn’t tell another veteran what tools to use either. Everyone had their own tricks to get the through and she would just have to trust Neil to handle himself.
“Someone ought to have responded, even if just for the oft chance we were pirates,” Sayeeda commented as they mad their way down the rock hall. The ice ended a few feet from the lock and she instinctively shifted to hug the left hand wall, sweeping back and forth with her submachine gun.
The first door at the end of the hallway opened into what must have once been a decontamination area. A large infrared sterilizer stood a few feet in front of the doorway, although judging by the dust and the corrosion on the unit they had given up any notion of sterilization years ago. There were signs of more recent occupancy. Dozens of stim cones, small chemical phials that delivered a variety of narcotic substances via subcutaneous injection, littered the floor around a large desk which Junebug guessed was the duty station. Several video files were running on the bank of security monitors although all of the feeds except one seemed to be pornography, some of it imaginative enough to turn even Sayeeda’s somewhat jaded head. One of the feeds was blank and, after making sure Neil was covering the exits, Junebug lay down her gun and tapped the terminal. The file had also been porn but a private file rather than a system net feed like the others. She hit a couple of keystrokes and bought up a command history.
“File was started about three hours before they got the word planetside,” she said thoughtfully.
“Only fifty minutes of video,” she mused. A few minutes of frustrating work revealed that not only had the security feeds been disconnected, but it hadn’t been connected in months or years. Lack of maintenance and interest had rendered the facility as blind as enemy action could have managed.
Sighing she pushed herself to her feet and grabbed the submachine gun by the hand grip. Whatever was going on, the answers would lie deeper into the facility. The needed to get to the comm center where the navigational and communication equipment was housed.
“They kept an outpost here, however… sloppily, something is up and it looks like it started just before the anomaly was detected.”
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The hallway was partially finished with metal and structural plastic and partialy carved into the rock. Large cracks from thousands of docking operations and the thermal flux of opening to the vacum traced a spiderweb through the first few feet. It was unlikely that it leaked enough air to be significant but Junebug felt a slight breeze stir her flightsuit. Illumination was by way of overhead chemical light strips which cast a greenish glow over the whole scene. There was no sign of any crewmen.
“Well, so much for a welcoming committee,” Sayeeda said, “Booster, give me a 25 percent thermal mask and carrot movement.” The quality of her vision changed subtly, rendering everything in cool shades of blue. She lifted her submachine gun to her shoulder and stepped into the station, frost crackling beneath her boots as she stepped into the station.
“Next time we are somewhere civilized, we need to invest in some more hardware.” She didn’t like the flame gun in the tight quarters of the station but you didn’t tell another veteran what tools to use either. Everyone had their own tricks to get the through and she would just have to trust Neil to handle himself.
“Someone ought to have responded, even if just for the oft chance we were pirates,” Sayeeda commented as they mad their way down the rock hall. The ice ended a few feet from the lock and she instinctively shifted to hug the left hand wall, sweeping back and forth with her submachine gun.
The first door at the end of the hallway opened into what must have once been a decontamination area. A large infrared sterilizer stood a few feet in front of the doorway, although judging by the dust and the corrosion on the unit they had given up any notion of sterilization years ago. There were signs of more recent occupancy. Dozens of stim cones, small chemical phials that delivered a variety of narcotic substances via subcutaneous injection, littered the floor around a large desk which Junebug guessed was the duty station. Several video files were running on the bank of security monitors although all of the feeds except one seemed to be pornography, some of it imaginative enough to turn even Sayeeda’s somewhat jaded head. One of the feeds was blank and, after making sure Neil was covering the exits, Junebug lay down her gun and tapped the terminal. The file had also been porn but a private file rather than a system net feed like the others. She hit a couple of keystrokes and bought up a command history.
“File was started about three hours before they got the word planetside,” she said thoughtfully.
“Only fifty minutes of video,” she mused. A few minutes of frustrating work revealed that not only had the security feeds been disconnected, but it hadn’t been connected in months or years. Lack of maintenance and interest had rendered the facility as blind as enemy action could have managed.
Sighing she pushed herself to her feet and grabbed the submachine gun by the hand grip. Whatever was going on, the answers would lie deeper into the facility. The needed to get to the comm center where the navigational and communication equipment was housed.
“They kept an outpost here, however… sloppily, something is up and it looks like it started just before the anomaly was detected.”
@POOHEAD189
Weirdly enough my favorite ever Chinese food was from a place in Australia.
The fact that you can walk into a Chinese buffet and get a plate full of pepperoni pizza and french fries makes America truly the greatest country in the world.
American Chinese always makes me regret moving here, or at least being so far from a chinatown.
You're right.
Well the professional economists are likely right. I'm just a dilettante perusing their work.
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