Bridges

by on February 5, 2021 at 12:01 am
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I was born on Earth, but come from an old Peloran cybernetic family dating back to before Caesar crossed the Rubicon. The Republic of Texas asked us to adopt some of their pilots as part of a program to improve coordination between our militaries. My mother was doubtful of the prospects, but agreed to evaluate their candidates for suitability. I chose a pilot whose family had a long tradition of working with the Terran cybernetic families, which added certain complications to my life, but I have enjoyed it. My sisters and I were all born to work with Earthborn pilots. We were the first of a new generation of cybers that would be a bridge between both races of humanity. It has been an amazing ride. – Betty Hart.

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Wolfenheim

by on February 4, 2021 at 12:01 am
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I was born on Earth. I live out there, amongst Alien stars, far from Earth. We built something new out there, with homes and businesses and churches. We built factories and sport stadiums, roads and mines, all to protect our new world out there. It’s a whole new world, and we brought our First World comforts with us. I love to look out on what we built and just enjoy the view. The bustling colonists walking or driving from place to place. The aircraft flying overhead as they bustle back and forth across the planet. The starships orbiting far above. Wolfenheim is the dream of a lifetime, and I was blessed beyond the measure of man to help create it. – Director Malcolm McDonnell.

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Beautiful Life

by on February 3, 2021 at 12:01 am
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Growing up in Pennsylvania was a singular experience. I was a scion of a Great Family of Earth, rich and powerful beyond the dreams of common men. We were born to be kings, princes of a nation that officially banned the very notion. We could buy and sell anything in all the worlds, but there were some things I found could not be purchased. A quiet night in front of a roaring fireplace. Conversing with friends over good cups of tea, and perhaps some scheming with drinks that had little relation to tea. Cuddling with girlfriends while watching a good movie. Long walks in quiet woods behind tall walls. It was a good life. A beautiful life. If you were a prince. I intended to change it all, once and for all. – Charles Edward Hurst.

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Beautiful Silence

by on February 2, 2021 at 12:01 am
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Something I found growing up in Northern Minnesota is how beautiful it can be. There is nothing like a January or February snowfall, in the wee hours of the morning beneath a shining moon. The night air so clear you can see for miles to the crisp horizon, and the only sound is your boots crunching in the snow. The only breath of wind comes billowing from your own lungs, and your eyes ache as the cold sets in. Add a pretty girl or two huddling up for warmth, and you’re looking at the best place in all the worlds to grow up. It was heaven. It still is, and a part of me will always be there, enjoying that beautiful silence. – Captain Jack Hart, Cowboy.

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Social Gaming

by on February 1, 2021 at 12:01 am
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Something many of us have missed in the last year is getting out and meeting other people. It is part of human nature to spend time with other humans. Even people like me who are perfectly comfortable with being alone for long periods of time, prefer to get out amongst our fellow humans from time to time. We may be very selective about the people we wish to spend time with, but we do tend to wish to spend at least some time with some people, from time to time. This weekend, some of my best friends got together to do precisely that. They threw a lot of dice at each other, blew up a lot of virtual heavy metal, and talked a lot of smack talk. Good times. I hope to join them next time. It’s good for the soul, don’t yah know?

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