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EVAA hum in your ear
Reminds you to breathe
4.3 psi of pressure and
3ins of material
Keep you human.
You are a fetus
In a pressurized womb.
Death is a vacuum
The cosmos are infinite and
You forget to breathe.
the orbiterPlease hold my hand. I think we might die.
There’s turbulence and strange readouts and alarms and I know something’s wrong.
Put your gloves on first, and hold my hand.
I’m feeling that heat. Breathe easy, keep your eyes on the ceiling. Are you wearing your helmet? We might lose cabin pressure; don’t take it off. Don’t panic.
Lights out. Comm’s down, they won’t hear us. We’re tumbling. No, it’s okay – I’ve got you; I’m right here. Hold on tight. Don’t let go.
I think the ship is breaking apart. The flight deck’s gone.
Please stay awake. Don’t let go of me.
You never buckled your restraint.
hole in your brainWe used to listen to this song together,
With every word memorized, each note in key.
Don't you remember it?
Those lighthearted, carefree days when you and I sang together,
Burned the music into our minds.
Are those memories now like cold recesses, holes in your brain,
That you deliberately scraped out,
To somehow rid yourself of me?
I knew everything about you,
As you knew everything about me.
Everything I ever poured into you,
The endless advice, countless prayers,
Does it mean nothing to you?
We used to talk every day.
Now you act as if you don't even know me.
I no longer exist.
I am that cold recess, that hole in your brain,
That you deliberately scraped out
To somehow rid yourself of me.
I gave you everything,
And are those pieces of my soul now worthless to you?
I kept every exchanged note,
Every shared piece of your heart,
And I ache and yearn for the sacred friendship we once shared.
I held it up.
You trampled on it.
When I was there for you, you t
La imaginacion de un robotLa historia comienza, con un niño huérfano de 8 años, de pelo negro y ojos y de buen corazón, bueno para empezar él se llama Benito pero todos le decían Beni, el vestía una camiseta lila y encima de este un mameluco azul. El cómo no tenía familia se sentía solo, pues no se llevaba muy bien con los demás niños, no tenía muchos amigos.
Bueno para empezar un día normal en el orfanato, era hora de la comida pero Beni era muy tímido y nunca comía en la mesa con los demás niños, al no tener con quien convivir a Beni le encantaba jugar con su robot de juguete.
Llego la noche, y Beni se dirigía a dormir en una cama un poco apartada de los demás niños, tomo a su robot en brazos, y justo cuando iba a ir a dormir, escucho un ruido de tuercas sueltas, miro a su robot quien también lo miraba, se quiso dormir nuevamente pero -oye-
The Elevator at the End of the WorldIt all started out really rather dark, nothing much could be seen beyond the little glass box that Daniel found himself in. This led him to two possible conclusions: either the auspiciously well-lit little elevator car was simply too paltry to illuminate the surrounding space, or there was simply nothing to be seen. He was beginning to think it was the second one. Definitely the second one. The only real indication that he was moving at all was the slow but steady ascent of soft blue numbers above his head.
Well, this was disappointing, then. He had been promised a spectacular view, and the floor count was already rounding about forty-two. Well, no one had promised him the end of the world would be pretty. Oh, wait, they had. Damn. He had been gypped, then.
Ah, but wait. Perhaps he was getting something. Yes, there was a slight shift about this gathered darkness outside; it was brightening. Somewhat. To a glo
I Am Merely An ArtistI Am Merely An Artist
My breath is jagged, but I choose to continue. My thoughts are jumbled as I continue to run down the road that ends with my old house. My leather bag heavy against my side from the stolen goods and adrenaline is coursing through my veins. My clothes were in tatters from the years of not buying clothes. “I am merely an artist,” I keep reminding myself. I am faithful to my work and will always be. I work like a robber, sly in my movements, quick to avoid the law, and making sure nobody remembers who I am and was. What I do for a living is steal treasure and give those jewels to the younger generation of brainwashed materialistic humans. But, what I do, is seem as wrong. To society, I am just a thief in the night that steals.
I am on my last leg. Age has finally caught up with my rotting body, and I fear the worse for my life. Soon the law will have my head, and I will be simply but an example of some anima
F-Zero: Seppuku 2/3 - Lap 64==Lap 64=
Earl was laying in his bed with a smile on his face, as he had been having a good dream. The night had passed, Chiya and Earl had finally gotten to sleep after such a traumatic night of action and discoveries. Earl felt that he had a load off his shoulders now that his companions knew that he indeed was making money, however, he still wasn’t telling the whole truth about his income…
The race on Green Plant was in one day, they could do one of two things; firstly, they could leave immediately and spend a day there. The other option was simply to wait until the last day then fly there, and return to Mute City on the same day. The group all mutually agreed to do the second option, seeing no reason to stay away from the base--especially since Green Plant for the most part was a wasteland of plant life. Seppuku decided that they would all come together and form a new plan to ensure that Chiya and Seppuku raced well--this was basically Chiya’s last chance. While
DockingHe'd thought the Mystique huge when he'd first seen her. That seemed foolish now. The space he now found himself in - Dock 5, he reminded himself; there were at least four more like this - was simply immense. Mighty leviathans the size of whole towns were dwarfed in the cavernous expanse, waiting patiently while docking instructions were relayed to navigation computers. It seemed strange to think that this looked larger than anything he'd ever seen. After all, the sky he'd looked at every day back home had been infinite. Somehow, though, confining the space within walls of metal, reinforced plascrete and crysteel just made it look bigger.
Even the noise was more intense than he'd ever imagined was possible. Well, not noise as such - the vacuum of the dockspace carried no sound - but the vibrations of hundreds of tethered titans transmitted through the very structure of the station and added up to a shuddering growl that seemed to emanate from everywhere, like the murmured conversation
F-Zero: Seppuku 2/3 - Lap 62
“It’s so cold…”
Chiya was very silently walking with her companions down the first set of hallways—they were inside the Winged Gazelle. Chiya’s fingers were tightly wrapped around the barrel of her assault rifle, though Chiya would likely not be of any help if combat occurred, as she couldn’t control the recoil of the rifle like Seppuku and Earl. Earl looked back at Chiya and nodded, she was shivering greatly—mainly because she was wearing her shorts and sleeveless shirt.
“Of course it is, Mighty Gazelle doesn’t have skin. He really has no reason to pay for a heating unit,” Earl finally responded.
Seppuku held his hand out towards them and grinded his teeth, “Be more quiet you idiots, I don’t think we’re in any actual danger, but anything could happen,” he held his rifle more firmly and quirked his mouth, “So hush up.”
Chiya and Earl both nodded at his request. Not on
365 Days of Drabbles, Day 212 + 213“A contest for mad architects”
Note: Yeah I said no fanfic requests. I reserve the right to be inconsistent.
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Third Annual Dono Vorrutyer Memorial Architecture Competition
“Aral, are you all right?” Cordelia asked with concern. Her husband the Lord Regent was standing in front of the model apartment building, one of two dozen on display in the University of Vorbarr Sultana's commencement hall, his head cocked at a sharp angle as he followed the spiral from the base of the building to the... she thought it might be a vertical launch tower at the top, but it was hard to tell.
“I think I've looked at too many of these,” he admitted. “This one almost makes sense.”
“I thought the art museum design with all the plumbing mounted outside was rather clever,” she noted.
“But not practical for maintenance purposes. The whole point behind Vorrutyer's designs was that while they might have been insane to an
The Logbook - Log_042The whole event from ealier:
We were walking for a while until we found a wall covered in vines full of glowing fruits. The fruits (which looked like grapes) had the same effect as the glowing meadow of dandelions I saw way back, they stopped to glow after picking them, but luckily they didn't wither. We were enjoying the taste, when a flash of light distracted us. There was the group of white furballs again, playing with my camera! Zoss decided to take it back for me and he started to chase them. They were so fast I couldn't keep their pace and I lost them short after. When I was catching my breath, they suddenly came back, the furballs passing me in a hurry when I saw Zoss running away from the giant snake! "Move!" He said and pushed me to the side when they were close, but because of that, the snake bite Zoss arm and dragged him away. It happened so fast I couldn't react, petrified. But then Zoss used the camera he retrieved and used the flashlight to partia
BiomechRight leg: sweep, right hand: hold. Apply fifteen pounds per square inch of pressure. Increase gradually.
My opponent was on his back in mere seconds. My right hand had a vise-like, firm grip on his air way and was well prepared to tighten. I shifted my weight to sturdy my hold on his abdomen and legs.
Left hook at center right jaw. Double standard speed.
He tried feebly to block my punch but he wasn't used to tracking any movements that so much as resembled mine. After all, I had just been updated a few days ago. I felt bad for the poor grunt underneath me. He never had a chance.
Right hold: increase pressure at higher rate. Close airway.
The restraints that had been placed in my eardrums screeched defiantly.
"That's enough Jackson. No fatalities at this testing facility", chimed the gruff voice that had been inplanted not too long ago. I sighed angrily.
"You're the one that gave me the chip that tells me what to do," I exclaimed while looking up to the enclosed observation nes
moving to marsI'm almost forty million miles away from you and I can't help but think that I'll never see you again.
I'm now a slave to this orbit; a slave to Mars and her cold, dead earth. I can't break free of her electromagnetic death grip. I can't return home.
I should have never given my heart to you. You should never have to suffer the pain of falling in love with someone who will end up dying millions of miles away from the place we both call home.
Everything went wrong and you have to pay the price. I'm sorry.
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