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edwardroosterHRVST Ch. 22: Ancient Games With New Players Remain The Same
Some games are still played because of their deceptive simplicity. The prize remains even if the players change. The outcomes are never certain, whether it was the first round at first light or the last round before the lights go out. Newcomers to the game can still defeat old masters. Luna, South Aitken Basin, On a train en route to Shackleton Crater, Hyperion “Shisima,” said the Captain. “Excuse me?” Tomassina looked up from her equipment check. The Captain thought about one of his moments ...
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edwardrooster1648 4.23 Stupid Games, Bad Ideas, 2909
1960 Park Slope, Brooklyn He learned to read at 4, and he liked to draw his favorite cartoons. His mother encouraged art. At 7, he went to a private school. That year, he and his best friend made a children's book. Everything changed the next year. A car hit him, leaving him with a broken arm and internal injuries. While in the hospital, his mother gave him a copy of Grey's Anatomy. Soon after she was put in an institution. Despite the changes, he became fluent and literate in 3 lan...
Writer: future, fiction, finance, based on history, mythology, and technology
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LUNA, Aitken Basin, Southern Region
We made it into the anteroom, the hatch sealed, the chamber pressurized. Our suits blinked green. Air. Then a voice:
I'm almost flattered you all came, up the well to see me.
I can see it all over you, You're "Langley". And you, you're "Quantico". "You're Special Forces." In the end, you're all "The Cooperative", vassals and pawns, in its service.
For thousands of years, we bathed in moonlight at night, reached for what was untouchable. Our karma was bondage to one world.
One day, we harnessed new powers. Chariots made for the dark were flown to our object of desire. Our desire made a bonfire of our karma. What did it profit us? The first landing, the first footsteps, the first outpost. The Cooperative began on Luna.
The first and richest province of the Space Cooperative. They deny it but that's what this place is, in the eyes of an entity that saw the future like a State. Burning karma for an empire.
I've been under exile, house arrest. They don't call it that. I don't have the beach view like the former head of Wellington HQ, for his clever defiance, or avoid being put to pasture like the head of Houston HQ, who, despite his gamesmanship, is a lost boy.
It was always here, answers to all your questions, long before Earth and Mars were lit up by the worst solar storm in eons, before a hurricane washed away Heavyville, Texas, and a sentient ledger disappeared and robbed the world of its financial memory."
"Why are you doing this?" "I'm just a moral man seeking relief." A portal opened, dim light grew brighter. We walked through it.
LUNA, Aitken Basin, Southern Region
We made it into the anteroom, the hatch sealed, the chamber pressurized. Our suits blinked green. Air. Then a voice:
I'm almost flattered you all came, up the well to see me.
I can see it all over you, You're "Langley". And you, you're "Quantico". "You're Special Forces." In the end, you're all "The Cooperative", vassals and pawns, in its service.
For thousands of years, we bathed in moonlight at night, reached for what was untouchable. Our karma was bondage to one world.
One day, we harnessed new powers. Chariots made for the dark were flown to our object of desire. Our desire made a bonfire of our karma. What did it profit us? The first landing, the first footsteps, the first outpost. The Cooperative began on Luna.
The first and richest province of the Space Cooperative. They deny it but that's what this place is, in the eyes of an entity that saw the future like a State. Burning karma for an empire.
I've been under exile, house arrest. They don't call it that. I don't have the beach view like the former head of Wellington HQ, for his clever defiance, or avoid being put to pasture like the head of Houston HQ, who, despite his gamesmanship, is a lost boy.
It was always here, answers to all your questions, long before Earth and Mars were lit up by the worst solar storm in eons, before a hurricane washed away Heavyville, Texas, and a sentient ledger disappeared and robbed the world of its financial memory."
"Why are you doing this?" "I'm just a moral man seeking relief." A portal opened, dim light grew brighter. We walked through it.
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