March 10, 2013
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During the acquisition of 2776, this new American flag was drawn up to represent Earth at the center of the New Planetary States.
He sat swiping his hand across his PC.
Patiently waiting for the drives to spin down and begin the atmospheric breach process, he stayed mentally detached from the series of events about to unfold. The entire song and dance was a mechanical procedure he’d been through tens of times before. Scared? Nah. He’d gotten to the point where it might as well be a trip to the head. Luckily, there were no “snakes” on this trip.
Two boring months of travel and a year or so of hard labor, but the pay was worth it. Land on the asteroid, establish basic living quarters, gather up as much ore as possible and return home.
Except this time it wasn’t ore and it wasn’t an asteroid.
The ExxonMobilShell corporation, after developing it’s own ship fleet hundreds of years ago (along with many other companies), began sending out mining vessels to local system asteroids:
“For the sole and express purpose of seeking rare universal materials in order to ensure the security and future existence of the human race.”
Once those ships could travel between the stars, all of those rich, deposit-filled asteroids were theirs for the taking. Pure profit, especially if they were partially funded by the government.
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August 29, 2011
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“Six Nineteen. Ascernity Administer on approach.”
“We have you now. All signs read clean. Welcome back, Ripper.”
He waited patiently at the door. For all they had learned and understood about The Universe, they still hadn’t figured out how to create personal teleportation devices.
Doors. Just like us. They always end up making doors of their own.
Sure, they could teleport planets across systems and use asteroids as their own personal weapons against would-be invaders, but small scale objects? Impossible. Well, at least until someone figured it out. It was only a matter of time, but the lack of personal teleportation was getting annoying.
And time was still a one way street. A tough nut to crack.
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February 22, 2011
Life, Stories
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He had traveled across ten galaxies and had finally came to the end of his quest. He found it. He had finally found it.
The Time Statue.
He approached the two story, stone oracle, located on a remote, but seemingly habitable world. The planet was strangely devoid of life, although he was unphased by this.
The traveler opened his mouth to speak, but the Time Statue’s eyes opened and stared down at the traveler. The Time Statue’s mouth began to move. A booming voice cut through the thin air.
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February 17, 2011
Gaming, Jokes, Stories
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What are you lookin' at?
I don’t get to talk about work very much. Today, that all changes.
The Top 5 Brigade has been having some trouble with… leaks. After a lofty and well deserved promotion, my wise, handsome, and wonderfully smelling Section 10 officers sent me, Haxington, to root out a mole within the Top 5 unit. The Clown Unit.
So far, my attempts at information extraction have been in vain. Schismarch, whom I suspect to be the culprit has been extremely evasive to my lines of questioning. On the other hand, I think one EckoTech might simply be playing dumb. Perhaps they are in kahootz and they are both moles. The punishment I would no doubt have the pleasure of exacting on the two, if that were the case, would make my life complete. And I would probably get another promotion. Which I would deserve.
Wait. Maybe I’m the mole? No… no! I mustn’t think such foolish thoughts! Their mind games are beginning to weaken my mental fortitude!
I may need to resort to more… extreme measures in the oncoming months. I will find the mole and order within Section 10 will be restored. Come hell or high water. Now, where did I put that bottle of rubbing alcohol, the 9-iron, and “Ol’ Trusty?”
Oh. If you want to see video of my interactions with these two, check out the surveillance footage I’ve received clearance on posting below:
December 15, 2010
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Warm and content, slept the fat tabby cat.
On a cold winter’s night, he spotted a big gray rat.
The rat was too slow and didn’t see it coming.
The cat leapt from his bed and gave the creature a numbing.
The rat ceased to exist but the large cat was not finished.
The fat flabby tabby was soon to be nourished.
Half of the rodent swiftly disappeared.
It was then my wife saw what she had feared.
“GET AWAY FROM THE DOOR!” she shrieked at high pitch.
I was enthralled and so moved barely an inch.
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