Hello, my name is Jack

by on August 23, 2011 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

I love space.  I really do.  I can fly anywhere I want, whenever I want.  But sometimes what I want is to lay down on a beach with all the pretty girls.  Dig my feet down in the sand, let the waves lap against me, feel the sun all over me, and hear seagulls on the wind.  And watch a game of beach volleyball.  That right there is what I like to call a great big heaping helping of paradise.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on August 22, 2011 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

People sometimes ask me how we handle death.  Well, we back ourselves up at family homes every chance we get.  That way if we die, we can be restarted without losing anything other than what we learned after the last backup.  Of course, if we lose our partner, a lot of us have “Do Not Restart” tags on our backups.  It’s hard to live without the person you were literally born to be with.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on August 21, 2011 at 12:01 am
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One of things you learn when you live in space is how to eat right.  You can’t fly over to the local White Castle in ten minutes after all.  Real spaceships grow food in hydroponics bays and most grow multiple kinds of fish in the water tanks.  Chickens and other small animals grow real good too.  In low grav, you can even see a chicken fly.  I used to think that was all kinds of wrong.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on August 20, 2011 at 12:01 am
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We’re always changing, creating new codes or importing codes from other families.  We make better cybers that way.  Relations get complicated when cybers from different families are sharing code, let me tell you, and we track every permutation of them.  When talking to an organic, we normally keep things simple.  Mom.  Dad.  Brother.  Sister.  Cousin.  Makes things easier for all of us.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on August 19, 2011 at 12:01 am
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They say you don’t want to see how sausage and politics are made up close.  I’ve seen both, and I have to say that the weak of stomach should probably avoid seeing both in action.  At least the sausage makers are generally honest about their unmentionables.  Politicians on the other hand are almost as bad as lawyers.  Oh wait.  Most of them are lawyers.  Yeah.  Doncha love it?

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