sci-fi

Good to see you too, Otto." -Sydney Rose

Why do I feel like this is our destiny. There must be a reason why we have become our characters.

Ah, life in medieval times! Yeah, we only have to worry about losing our heads every day.

A crush of bodies surrounded the featureless monument. The enraged dead clambered atop their ghastly kin. Caiaphas tucked his knees to his chest and hugged his legs tightly, staring at the scores of ragged, flailing hands as they scratched for purchase over the edge of the cylinder. Metal thrummed and thunder roared, filling his head. Now there were words within the deafening roar. __traaaange,_ they seemed to say. __aaaace_ __traaaangerrrr_ Then a quick, awful chant: __AIAPHAS! FOREVER! CAI__ And with a piercing whistle it ended as his eardrums burst.

With the fading of the final notes the saxophone player turns to me. Its baleful, otherworldly gaze bores into my soul. It lowers its instrument to the disc and extends a podgy, grey hand to point at me. It looms closer, its head expanding, arm elongating. A clammy digit brushes the tip of my nose and a tingling numbness spreads over my face like an ice-cold spider web. A voice like the rustle of dried leaves whispers inside my head: __orever_ The last syllable stretches, just like my grandfather__ dying breath. And the beady, black orbs are no longer eyes but deep, obsidian pits_

Their blissfully soft texture calmed me but alerted me at the same time. I couldn't explain the gentle spark of light that dripped off the edges. And of course, the aqua trim felt way too familiar.

Criminal activity exploded throughout the city _ thugs multiplied by the thousands. Without fear of rebuke, there was nothing to stop them. It is the ultimate penalty that comes with tolerating the intolerant.

You've never had wok-seared spicy broccoli until you've had takeout trans-temporal wok-seared spicy broccoli delivered by a copy of yourself.

Men cry not for themselves, but for their comrades.

Being on the edge is always worse than going through

Victor wrapped his fingers over my hand, pressing his face against my palm. __ou__e the bravest girl I__e ever met. I__ so incredibly proud of you.___ho knew that one day the word someone would use to describe me is brave. Life is very unpredictable._ I chuckled. __here are many other words I could think of to describe you but I__ not really good at flattery.

From DW:I got it. __ere's the thing,_ I said. "I'm not going to be the government's bitch.

Ah yes, now you__e beginning to feel it. It__ so satisfying to see my best efforts coming to fruition. Undoubtedly one of the most gratifying rewards of my profession. It would warm my heart__f I had one.

I dug through my purse for the Glock. There is was, and I realized I'd never set the safety. I decided to consider this a great example of forethought rather than my being the stupidest gun handler on the planet.

The world is not beautiful. Therefore it is.

I think you should listen to your heart. It is there the True One speaks to us most.

Being a mercenary, though... Hey, we just go wherever there's a mixture of money and trouble, and everyone in the galaxy is a potential customer.Even the people you're paid to shoot at?Well, yeah. There are customers we serve, and customers we service.-Captain Kevyn Andreyasn & General Tagon

We worship life on Usonia. Nature... The moon, the sun, the stars, the rivers.