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oren
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... course for Alpha Door, now!"
"Aye, aye, captain!"
"Lt. Spooge, keep those anti_matter guns firing!"
It wasn't that Captain Stryker feared they would be pulverized any second, but rather that he knew the time_hole would not remain open long enough to accommodate their presence in this string. Everything associated with time_travel depended upon timing, and their very existence was at stake.
"Captain! We're not losing them!"
"I told you to reach maximum V!"
"They've never had the ability to fly at this speed before, Captain, but they're doing it!"
Stryker studied the viewscreen. Something wasn't right.
"Spooge, run a scan of that ship!"
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Piso Mojado
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He looked past her and blinked in the grey light of the 5 suns gleaming preternaturally overhead.
"Thnatos, did you hear me? Every citizen of Sedah has crawled from their dark corners to hear you: do you have The Answer?
Thnatos' turned slowly toward the inumberable eyes blinking at him. He knew what he had to do, knew there was no time for hesitation. 'This is it. Soid grant me grace,' he whispered as he reached for his Rebas and...
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not dave brubeck
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ate a delicious new candybar from hershey's that has five wonderful flavors in one.
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oldephebe
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would the name Thnatos be an unconscious derivation and/or truncation of Thanotos who was an ancient god of Death in Greek or pre-greek antiquity?
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jane
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[[that's what i was thinking, oe.]]
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every name in that blathe was consciously chosen
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the last sentence i read in Diamond Age
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The chief of the Ashantis bowed to the constable and graciously spun out another lengthy quotation from the fine print of the Common Economic Protocol. The constable kept making a gesture that was somewhere between a nod and a perfunctory bow. Then the constable turned to Bud and said, very fast: "Are you a member of any signatory tribe, phyle, registered diaspora, franchise-oriented quasi-national entity, sovereign polity, or any other form of dynamic security collective claiming status under the CEP?"
"Are you shitting me?" Bud said. The shrink-wrap squished his mouth together so he sounded like a duck.
Four Ashantis took the four handles and hoisted Bud off the ground. They began to follow the loping constable in the direction of the Causeway that led over the sea to Shanghai. "How 'bout it," Bud quacked through the hole in the shrink-wrap, "he said I might have other rights. Do I have any other rights?"
The constable looked back over his shoulder, turning his head carfully so he wouldn't lose his balance on that pedomotive. "Don't be jerk," he said in pretty decent English, "this is China."
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oldephebe
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Yeah Jane.
I know.
He didn't tell us though.
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friend of the floor
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she
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sameolme
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The Smellarian King sniffed amusedly at a mere human's pathetic flatulence.
"I could kill you with my ass closed!"
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...The San Martin was right there on the monitor. They'd found it. Hopefully, in time.
"Distance, Lieutenant."
There was a pause, then, "Uh, this can't be right, but Dusty says 3.3 lightyears, Captain. Wait a minute. She's crunching again."
Captain Jenkins walked to the NavPanel and watched Dusty's visual display.
"Hey, girl. What's up?" the Captian asked.
"You pick the weirdest universes, JenJen. I'm running a series of tests to see why I'm getting that impractical distance reading. I see. Okay. That ship really is 3.3 lightyears from us, but it appears you've plopped us down into a spacewarp of unheard of proportions."
"I'm not getting you, Dusty."
"If we were to travel straight toward the San Martin, you would be bone dust before this ship reached the half-way point. Space is warped in this universe. Light is not, however. The two exist apart from each other."
"Shit."
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no. the dustscape is empty. i know of no lost civilization there. it will require mote sweepers to discover openness. the 'ness will have to wait until interstitial synchrony is proclaimed. long live the just! long live the s'gulxo! long live the wave sounders!
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(from: under sweat cat ferns)
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