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STATUS: Ethical issues aside, AI prose is just really bad. 19 days ago
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Ethical issues aside, AI prose is just really bad.
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27 days ago
She wanted to read, she wanted to write, but the main thing she wanted was something to fight
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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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Luckily history suggests an infinite ability for people to be shit heads ;)
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Early 30's. I know just enough about everything to be dangerous.
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Alright folks, since I am between books at the moment I decided to do a small book discussion/questionnaire.
1. What is the book you recommend to about everyone?
A Distant Mirror - The Calamitous 14th Century by Barbra Tuchman - Wonderful history of the Hundred Years War period. One of my favorite history books ever.
2. What are your top 5 favorite books you've read?
- The Far Side of the Stars by David Drake
- The Apocalypse Codex by Charles Stross
- Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad
- Magician by Raymond E Fiest
- The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien
3. Top 5 authors?
- Kurt Vonnegut
- David Drake
- Charles Stross
- Raymond E Fiest
- Jane Austin
4. Worst book you've ever read?
Do other people keep reading books they don't like? I've probably read the first 50 pages of dozens of fairly awful books but I never feel an obligation to keep reading if they dont grab me. I did struggle through Aurthr C Clarke's Childhood's End because my boyfriend at the time was a huge fan.
5. What book seemed really popular but you didn’t like?
The Bible, poorly plotted Jehovah Fan Fic. Even the late switch to an epistolary format (which I usually love) couldn't save it for me. The dream sequence at the end was a high point, as was the early attempt at an unreliable narrator during part 2, but overall I didn't see what all the hype was about.
6. What five books have you always wanted to read but haven’t got round to?
- Amadis of Gaul
- Ceasers Commentaries (I've read bits and pieces but never sat down and read the whole thing)
- Starship Troopers by Robert Heinlein
- Several early accounts of the colonization of the Caribbean (My dad got me these and I've never gotten around to them)
- The various Horatio Hornblower collections by C.S Forester
With a shouted curse Sayeeda spun from the concealment of the pillar. Pain flared across her arm as a piece of a ricochet drew a line of blood across her forearm. It hadn't been an aimed shoot, but in any fire fight there was enough death flying around that you could get greased just as easily by blind accident as by a snipers calculated strike. Taya's sonic assault had men tearing at their head sets. The armored men were better off, millitary grade gear having cut the feedbak to save their hearing.
Sayeeda dropped two of the struggling men with single shots to the chest, running on a sharp diagonal across the hangar. The barrel of her sub-machine gun shimmered with heat as another near miss plucked at her shirt scorching the fabric with the heat of its passage. She fired another three rounds at one of the black armored foes but he ducked behind a supply crate. One of the slugs hit the top of it with a clang casting firey sparks in all directions. Desperately Sayeeda threw herself behind the fusion bottle, her shoulders striking painfully against the transport pallet. She just managed to pull herself into cover before bullets began ringing off the reinforced steel. With a practiced motion she pulled the magazine from her weapon and checked the load. Only three of the twenty plastic rounds remained. Long odds with more than half a dozen enemies gunning for her, and no way to get out of the hangar without taking a round in the back. She wished she had some grenades, but then, if she were getting wishes perhaps a battalion of tanks would materialize.
Suddenly the air seemed to crackle with static electricity and several voices cried out. Sayeeda recognised it as the energizing sequence for heavy flextion plasma cannons. Sometimes when she had been pulling maintence she had felt such a sensation when they main gun coils were spooled up.
"Get clear he will torch the whole hangar if he fires!" someone shouted, clearly having had some similar experience. It certainly was true that firing a 30 centimeter plasma cannon in a hangar was a terrible idea. The weapons would have been too heavy to mount on even the largest ground vehicles, the flextion field alone would probably junk any unshielded electronics within fifty meters. Unconciusly she fingered her mastoid implant.
"No one would be that insane!" a shrill voice shouted in something close to panic. Sayeeda forced her self to laugh, the sound harsh from inhaling the vapors of expended cartridges and ozone.
"Clearly you don't know my pilot!" she yelled, slotting the magazine home and working the action. A sudden quiet decended over the hangar.
"Captain Cykali, we would like to offer our surrender on standard terms," came a calm voice, clear and commanding. It had an offworld accent, although Sayeeda couldn't place it. She blinked for a moment in confusion. Standard terms was an expression mercenary outfits used for a fairly universal set of rights and obligations. Adherence to them was enforced by the community as a whole, no one wanted loose cannons running around making life harder for the real professionals. Junebug wasn't sure that you could surrender on 'standard terms' to a private individual, but she wasn't going to stand on ceremony if it stopped the shooting.
"Are you insane! I forbid..." the shrill voice cut off with a gunshot and the sound of a body hitting the floor.
"What about it captain?" the offworlder inquired.
"I accept your surrender on standard terms. I'm coming out. Neil, if they shoot me, vaporize the lot of them."
@POOHEAD189
Sayeeda dropped two of the struggling men with single shots to the chest, running on a sharp diagonal across the hangar. The barrel of her sub-machine gun shimmered with heat as another near miss plucked at her shirt scorching the fabric with the heat of its passage. She fired another three rounds at one of the black armored foes but he ducked behind a supply crate. One of the slugs hit the top of it with a clang casting firey sparks in all directions. Desperately Sayeeda threw herself behind the fusion bottle, her shoulders striking painfully against the transport pallet. She just managed to pull herself into cover before bullets began ringing off the reinforced steel. With a practiced motion she pulled the magazine from her weapon and checked the load. Only three of the twenty plastic rounds remained. Long odds with more than half a dozen enemies gunning for her, and no way to get out of the hangar without taking a round in the back. She wished she had some grenades, but then, if she were getting wishes perhaps a battalion of tanks would materialize.
Suddenly the air seemed to crackle with static electricity and several voices cried out. Sayeeda recognised it as the energizing sequence for heavy flextion plasma cannons. Sometimes when she had been pulling maintence she had felt such a sensation when they main gun coils were spooled up.
"Get clear he will torch the whole hangar if he fires!" someone shouted, clearly having had some similar experience. It certainly was true that firing a 30 centimeter plasma cannon in a hangar was a terrible idea. The weapons would have been too heavy to mount on even the largest ground vehicles, the flextion field alone would probably junk any unshielded electronics within fifty meters. Unconciusly she fingered her mastoid implant.
"No one would be that insane!" a shrill voice shouted in something close to panic. Sayeeda forced her self to laugh, the sound harsh from inhaling the vapors of expended cartridges and ozone.
"Clearly you don't know my pilot!" she yelled, slotting the magazine home and working the action. A sudden quiet decended over the hangar.
"Captain Cykali, we would like to offer our surrender on standard terms," came a calm voice, clear and commanding. It had an offworld accent, although Sayeeda couldn't place it. She blinked for a moment in confusion. Standard terms was an expression mercenary outfits used for a fairly universal set of rights and obligations. Adherence to them was enforced by the community as a whole, no one wanted loose cannons running around making life harder for the real professionals. Junebug wasn't sure that you could surrender on 'standard terms' to a private individual, but she wasn't going to stand on ceremony if it stopped the shooting.
"Are you insane! I forbid..." the shrill voice cut off with a gunshot and the sound of a body hitting the floor.
"What about it captain?" the offworlder inquired.
"I accept your surrender on standard terms. I'm coming out. Neil, if they shoot me, vaporize the lot of them."
@POOHEAD189
When you work in a hospital but you are secretly a pulp adventuress
Junebug was already moving as Neil dived for the pipe. His entrance had drawn most of the gunmen's attention but she still kept low as she darted from the pile of crates to one of the riveted steel pillars. Shots hammered into the pipes, following Neil as he wormed his way through the narrow opening. One of the unarmed enemies, a heavy set woman with broad muscular arms, had pulled a fragmentation grenade from a webbing harness and thumbed the activator. Junebug shot her twice before she could toss the explosive, both shots hitting her at the base of the sternum. Blood gouted from the woman's mouth as she tumbled back into a pile of coiled pneumatic cabling. The grenade bounced onto the concrete, it's red led blinking rapidly. Someone shouted a warning as Junebug pressed herself flat against the support post. There was a flat bang and the familiar whine of glass fiber shrapnel.
Screams mixed with the gunfire and Junebug ducked out and put a long burst into a pair of men who were rushing towards the landing pit, tumbling both bodies into the pit with a spray of blood and a clatter of equipment. The weapon clicked empty and she ducked back into cover. With quick methodical action she stripped the magazine and dropped it to the floor.
"Whatever your doing Neil make it quick!" She slapped her spare clip into her weapon and cocked the action. When she got up this morning she hadn't been expecting urban warfare.
"This is what I get for brunching without grenades," she muttered as the shots tore the walls around her, hammering the steel pillar she was sheltering behind.
"Taya how we doing?" Junebug called over the radio, blinking to clear the after flashes of tracer fire from her eyes.
"Uhhhh... working on something!"
@POOHEAD189
Screams mixed with the gunfire and Junebug ducked out and put a long burst into a pair of men who were rushing towards the landing pit, tumbling both bodies into the pit with a spray of blood and a clatter of equipment. The weapon clicked empty and she ducked back into cover. With quick methodical action she stripped the magazine and dropped it to the floor.
"Whatever your doing Neil make it quick!" She slapped her spare clip into her weapon and cocked the action. When she got up this morning she hadn't been expecting urban warfare.
"This is what I get for brunching without grenades," she muttered as the shots tore the walls around her, hammering the steel pillar she was sheltering behind.
"Taya how we doing?" Junebug called over the radio, blinking to clear the after flashes of tracer fire from her eyes.
"Uhhhh... working on something!"
@POOHEAD189
https://www.cnn.com/2018/03/30/politics/donald-trump-national-sexual-assault-awareness-month/index.html
I need to check the LD50 on irony.
I need to check the LD50 on irony.
@ihinka Sounds good! We should be just about ready to start
Well he dislikes brits but he has fought for them in two wars now...
I still need a relationship
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