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 ...
edwardrooster2062, Ch. 14.2: Landfall, Part 2
2062 Arcadia Planitia, Mars XIRANG ONE - CHINESE SETTLEMENT - ARCADIA PLANITIAThe bluish sunset marked the end of a long bad day. When night came, the work inside continued. There were injured people and damaged systems to tend to. A fitful sleep for most.Settlements everywhere, from the largest installations to remote outposts, wanted to make it through the night. It was one Martian day at a time. 1 SOL (EARTH CLOCK 24HR:37MIN:22SEC).Hayley rubbed aches, sipped her water to stretch out her b...
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...
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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 ...
edwardrooster2062, Ch. 14.2: Landfall, Part 2
2062 Arcadia Planitia, Mars XIRANG ONE - CHINESE SETTLEMENT - ARCADIA PLANITIAThe bluish sunset marked the end of a long bad day. When night came, the work inside continued. There were injured people and damaged systems to tend to. A fitful sleep for most.Settlements everywhere, from the largest installations to remote outposts, wanted to make it through the night. It was one Martian day at a time. 1 SOL (EARTH CLOCK 24HR:37MIN:22SEC).Hayley rubbed aches, sipped her water to stretch out her b...
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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L'Atelier de Memoire/ Simalcrum Miami-Marseille/ Grey Verse
The Artist wandered through the studio's complete exhibit of the Ledger, his very sentience permeated throughout all its rooms.
"The studio has all of me, my memories, thanks to you and your friend, the curator, Nguyen. I saw the look in his eyes. He understood. He sacrificed himself to buy us time to escape. I'm sorry for what happened but it wasn't for nothing.
We have to transfer the most important parts of me, my memory, to the one being who can remember and protect them in my place.
They won't expect this. No matter what, they won't be able to destroy what I know. The evidence of the misdeeds of a small group, will be safe in good hands. With you."
The Ledger looked at the Artist, and nodded. "Me, just how is this going to work? I'm an artist, just how?"
"You're known in some select circles as 'The Muse Who Lived In Fractions'. You're the only one with this ability anywhere.
What are the odds I found the one being who could do this? Maybe this was meant to be. I won't force you. The Cooperative wanted to use me but I won't do that to you too. All I can do is ask you. Will you help me save everyone from them?"
There was a pause. The Artist took another look at her work. "Yes. I will. I want to help."
"Thank you. STUDIO, this is Albert L'Orleans Necker, initiate mirror to Zephyr Spring." Zephyr couldn't move as tendrils of light reached from the studio and connected with her body. The studio's exhibit began to fade, piece by piece, into her. "STUDIO ONLINE. MIRROR INITIATED. TRANSFER BEGINNING."
L'Atelier de Memoire/ Simalcrum Miami-Marseille/ Grey Verse
The Artist wandered through the studio's complete exhibit of the Ledger, his very sentience permeated throughout all its rooms.
"The studio has all of me, my memories, thanks to you and your friend, the curator, Nguyen. I saw the look in his eyes. He understood. He sacrificed himself to buy us time to escape. I'm sorry for what happened but it wasn't for nothing.
We have to transfer the most important parts of me, my memory, to the one being who can remember and protect them in my place.
They won't expect this. No matter what, they won't be able to destroy what I know. The evidence of the misdeeds of a small group, will be safe in good hands. With you."
The Ledger looked at the Artist, and nodded. "Me, just how is this going to work? I'm an artist, just how?"
"You're known in some select circles as 'The Muse Who Lived In Fractions'. You're the only one with this ability anywhere.
What are the odds I found the one being who could do this? Maybe this was meant to be. I won't force you. The Cooperative wanted to use me but I won't do that to you too. All I can do is ask you. Will you help me save everyone from them?"
There was a pause. The Artist took another look at her work. "Yes. I will. I want to help."
"Thank you. STUDIO, this is Albert L'Orleans Necker, initiate mirror to Zephyr Spring." Zephyr couldn't move as tendrils of light reached from the studio and connected with her body. The studio's exhibit began to fade, piece by piece, into her. "STUDIO ONLINE. MIRROR INITIATED. TRANSFER BEGINNING."
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