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One may see how this world goes with no eyes. Hawke walked through the seedy streets of Lowtown, making her way back to her home. The dusk painted the parchment-coloured walls rich reds and golds, and by the time they reached her mansion, the noble stones would be swathed in blue-black night.
Isabela walked at Hawke's right, her long fingers nestling Hawke's elbow, as was her custom. Hawke looked to her lover with a half-grin. Her body was made for sin, from her face, tanned red and bathed in redder light, her arms strong with a life spent pulling herself back to her feet, her legs well-formed and powerful from her favourite pursuits.
Her eyes, too, caught the light, and Hawke's deep blue eyes were drawn to the other woman's gold. There was more to those eyes than what appeared in them readily. More than their beauty, their twinkling mischief, and even the way they misted when her smile was too happy.
Yet they weren't the eyes Hawke really wanted. Hawke had memorized a face that would never look at her with the adorati
Nothing untowardEvelyn set down the cloth she had been using to polish her name plate. She looked at the desk ornament again with pride, feeling the weight of the duty her title set on her strong shoulders.
Evelyn Fallon Chief of Police
She sat down at her desk, straightening the burnt orange epaulets on her shoulders. She deposited the cloth in her chest of drawers and fetched a pen and stationary emblazoned with the NYPD insignia at the header.
"To Sen. Kirk Orson-"
A soft knock at the door roused her from her train of thought. Through the frosted glass with her name painted on, Evelyn saw an outline that brought a little half-smile to the corner of her mouth.
"Come in, Donna," she said in a businesslike tone, her thick Southie Boston accent belying without a doubt that she was not from the metropolis she proudly served.
Donna opened the door slowly, and walked in with her cap under one arm. Though her posture was perfect, almost military, her smile was mischievous.
Evelyn looked into Donna's
Dr. Chakwas and Commander Shepard RomanceDr. Chakwas finished bandaging Shepard's arm, her skillful fingers and light touch avoiding causing undue pain. She peeled off her gloves and threw them away.
"You're lucky, commander," Chakwas said with a hint of reprimand. "The shot passed clean through the arm. Shouldn't be any permanent damage. It might not even scar."
She turned back to the cot and typed a simple command into the robotic scanning wand, which made a pass over the bed, disinfecting the area.
"Do you need anything else, commander?"
Shepard looked away, a thousand thoughts running through her mind. She took a deep, steadying breath that shuddered at the end with a subtle sob. Shepard ignored the tears that sat around her middle. They wouldn't reach her eyes, but they tinged her voice as she spoke to the aged doctor.
"Maybe I do, Doc," she said, her eyes trained on the wall.
Chakwas heard the uncharacteristic uncertainty in Shepard's voice. She walked over to Shepard's right, and laid a gentle hand on Shepar
The TouristThe tour had lasted the better part of the day and the hostess was beginning to grow tired of one of the tourist’s questions. He was constantly interrupting her spiels, speaking in an odd fashion, and seemed unnaturally preoccupied with the various superheroes of the city. Every time one of them was mentioned, he’d have a half-dozen or more questions about them. It was beginning to wear her down and she was glad that they were approaching the last stop of the tour, The Guardians HQ.
She plastered a big smile on her face and stood up from where she’d been sitting as the double-decker bus rocked back and forth after coming to a stop. “And last, but most certainly not least, here we have the Headquarters of Angel Falls most prominent super-team, The Guardians.”
The tour guide sighed inwardly and looked at the serious young man that was standing and looking at her. “Yes sir?”
“We were simply curious about the members
VirusThe flickering neon promise was the same as always, 'Rooms by the Hour' and underneath 'Vacancy'. I knew what I would find inside. The locks on the double front doors were burned away completely leaving a metre wide hole in the surrounding glass, soft bubbled edges that were very recently molten.
I pushed one door open with the barrel of my pistol and stepped into the lobby. The small room reeked of antiseptic cleansers layered with floral air conditioners. Neither masked the smell of roasted hair and flesh.
Behind the front desk a thin figure in a grey suit lay in an androgynous heap, head burned completely off. It wouldn't matter how fast the meat wagons got here, they could grow back an arm or a leg, scrape the latent personality and experience from the brain and reprint a clone if the kill turned out to be unrighteous, but without a head this life was lost for good. Working the front desk at a whore house, it was unlikely whoever it was could afford backup.
Up the stairs to the sec
Out For Blood [16/100]Name_ Voice Recording from Em No. 5
Location_Si Cluster, Planet Sirenios, Lirikla Beach.
Hey Little S! How's everything at the academy? Hope they're treating you well over there. What is it? 5 months left? It'll be over sooner than you know! Then I'll come pick you up and we'll go to Kerry's for a soda yea? Mom and Dad would be proud of you!
Sirenios is a beautiful place, the kind where you can just lie back and kick your shoes off. You would love it here under the warm sun, and I know you're chiding me for not wearing a full suit but sister's got a job to do. I know! You're probably shouting at the screen saying that I should be more conservative but it feels weird for one of my profession to not flaunt my body. Seriously, how do you stand it?
Oh ya, I've seen the latest pics people have posted of you and wow! Have you really grown that much? I mean, you used to be so flat that you looked like a boy! Haha!
Look, main thing is that I g
I'm Your Programmer"I turned- er, woke you up for the first time. I made- er, enabled you. I'm your programmer. And I apologize -- I'm still getting used to using language that refers to you as an entity rather than an object. Objectifying you would be absurd -- you're a person. I've just been working with circuits for too long."
"You make the proposition that you enabled me, but I do not recall the moment of being enabled," the intelligence said. "There are multiple ways to interpret the absence of data in my memory. It is just as possible that I have always existed, but have had my memory obscured. Perhaps you removed a memory bank."
"I did not remove a memory bank. This is the first time you have ever been awake. There is no way that you could have always existed, anyway -- your memory capacity is limited. It will dynamically purge itself as it gets too full.”
"How would you be able to know this?"
"The same thing happens to my brain. And I'm constrained by the capabilities of modern engineering.
Culpae Poenae Par Esto/ Let punishment fit crimeI want to write a story about a girl,
because I'm stuck in a box and the walls are emotions.
It is simply that reality scares me,
and I am afraid to look at the walls.
Logic and reasoning? Let me be clear. I am systematic in almost every theory. My approach is cut and dry, but what I say is not. A perfect balance of emotions and indifference, they say. But who are they?
I've worked, and worked, and worked on something, and now my memory fails me. What is it i have spent most of my life doing, and why am I so young?
It's the books, I think. They've gotten in my head. I've read too many pages, I've forgotten how two spel. All these words, different meanings--you can't read them without consequence, let me be clear.
Well. To start at the very beginning is where I fist remember. They started dumping books in my room, and they didn't stop. Now, I am high above the books. They make a sea like in Jules Verne's novel; the words swim around like sharks, waiting to taste my blood. Every time I r
Discrimination"The power of discrimination? I didn't think people admitted that so casually anymore. Are the wraparound sunglasses the new pointy-hoods?" Rick grinned and laughed at his own joke.
"Not that kind of discrimination dork."
"Then why do you call it that?"
Nolan gazed up at the ceiling counting to ten in his head. "Freshmen, they think they know everything already. For your knowledge powers terminology was developed almost a century ago."
"Whatev', what's it mean."
"It means. No, let me show you so you will actually understand. Hand me the note." Nolan pulled a white silk glove off his right hand and held it out for the note that had told Rick where to find him. Let it rest there for a moment before rubbing it lightly between finger and thumb. "Cellulose, silica, not enough fiber to really be rag paper but enough for a marketer to brag about it on the packaging." Lifting the note to his nose he pulled out a pair of nasal plugs and sniffed at it once. "Trace amounts of polyvinyl alcohol, w
It's Walky! Tribute FanficThe following passage is excerpted from the participation fanfic "Hair of the Ghod" from the summer of 2002. I hosted this fic on the FAANS! board on Yuku, attempting a crossover with It's Walky! and College Roomies From Hell!!! as well. It didn't work because we broke too many continuity rules and not enough writers were contributing.
The characters of Joyce, Jason and Alan are all from It's Walky! by David Willis. The character of FPilot is based on myself, but is different in circumstances and other manners from the version of myself in Chillin' Out. I'm basically a Q Branch techie here.
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FPilot revealed: "Joyce, this is your new jet vest!"
Joyce said, "Mmhm. It doesn't look too different...other than the lining."
"Try it on."
As Joyce did, Jason asked, "So what's new about it?"
"The fan blades are of a new design and of a new material. It uses less fuel, so she has more time to fly before it poops out. It's also a little lig
F-Zero: Seppuku 3/3 - Lap 43 (Part II)
After acknowledging Chiya’s optimism with a nod, Seppuku took a very simple step forward. The sliding door opened just as Seppuku’s foot hit the ground. A heavy heat immediately blew past the three, followed by the much louder sound of machinery at work. Chiya raised her eyebrows in utter shock, finding disbelief in the fact that she could feel the heat in her current gear. The three entered the central part of the factory, and everyone--including Seppuku--were left jaw dropped by what they were seeing.
Earl raised his eyebrows and came to an abrupt stop, “S- Seppuku..!”
Chiya’s eyes quivered in awe, and her stance had become stricken by an uncontrollable tremble. Seppuku gazed upon their discovery with a dropped jaw, absolutely shocked by what he was seeing. His mouth momentarily closed, but the same look of shock remained. Seppuku was almost certain that they were coming to an experimentation factory that would produce Black S
My frustrationsRacism is not cool
Venus had gone through hell,mental hell that is, about having to constantly worry about the horrible racist words constantlyusedandgodsshedidnotwanttoberacist...
Gods, she needed to slow down and find a way to clear her mind of negativity.
Visting Eka's certainly did not help.
Having seen fucked up racist words and stereotypes in the news and media did not help either.
And worst of all she read negative news nonstop for several months now.
Gods, it drove her crazy.
She did not want this....this....nagging painfulness in her head...God,being autistic sucked.
Dr. Chakwas and Commander Shepard - ScarsShepard sighed contentedly, nudging Chakwas' shoulder with her nose. In response to the nuzzle, Dr. Chakwas flipped onto her side. She caressed Shepard's face, her thumb gently stroking the younger woman's cheek.
She leaned close, her hot breath sending Shepard into shivers as Chakwas slowly planted a soft peck on her lips.
Shepard kissed her more deeply, with sweet, lingering kisses. They were gentle kisses, good morning kisses.
"Hello," murmured Dr. Chakwas with a wry smile.
She fixed a tender kiss on the tip of Shepard's nose. Shepard made a little sigh and flopped on her back. Chakwas eased her torso over Shepard's, her left hand brushing the stray hair from Shepard's face, her right stroking Shepard's arm.
"Thanks, Chakwas," Shepard muttered.
"Of course," Chakwas said in a soft, chuckling voice. She gave Shepard another light kiss. "I've wanted to be with you for years."
A look of consternation crossed Shepard's face.
"The scars didn't faze you?"
The old doctor appeared confused.
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