Santa Claus may have a tight schedule coming to town all over the place, but there are always others willing to don the outfit with some naughty or nice spirits.
Jack, Betty, and Jasmine are always happy to dress up for a party, and Jack always likes to arrive in style…
Wherever you are, I have a wish for you.
Whatever your life has been like this year, I have a wish for you.
Whatever you want to see when you wake up, I have a wish for you.
Today I celebrate the birth of Jesus.
Today I celebrate the grace of God.
Today I have a wish for you.
Glory to God.
Peace on Earth.
Good will towards Men.
I wish you all a Merry Christmas.
I wasn’t going to shoot a whole movie with a girl playing with guns, only to end it with the Good Guys marching off screen and fade to black. Yeah, I know a lot of artsy people like to do that. But even if I was experimenting with artsy techniques, I’m still a red blooded American male. I like pretty girls, shiny guns, and I love to watch a good pretend fight on the screen. So my film’s climax was a really big monster slipping loose and terrorizing the locals. I got a classmate to play the part of one and she did it real good. Then it was glorified American-style violence time. You know. Lots of bullets in the air. Screaming citizens. Roaring monsters. Some engaging Bebop Jazz to lighten the mood. And of course, nobody important dies. Everybody wants a happy ending for the Good Guys, you know.
With both the warrior and the monk genetic imperatives mastered, the Albion scientists began developing a third set of control programs to act as a bridge between the two natures they wanted to use. They theorized that a properly developed set of genetic codes would allow them to default their soldiers in the peaceful monk mode, but unlock the aggressive warrior when the Albion required them to fight. Early successes and failures resulted in Peloran stuck in one mode or the other, and particularly devious consultants turned the Peloran on their masters to show it could be done. That of course forced more delays on the project. The Albion did not want to lose control of their new supersoldiers.
We have spent thousands of years raiding, killing, and enslaving each other. Our civilizations are built on the burial grounds of much older civilizations. We killed some of them. Others collapsed on their own. We have lurched from one apocalypse or war into another, pausing only to take a breath in between each one. Even the vaunted peace we forged during the interstellar race merely changed the battlefields. The Core Worlds were safe from war, but not our colonies. We continued to raid, kill, and enslave out there. We merely declined to report it in the inner worlds. Our greatest civilizations never brought true peace. We never treated our fellow man as actual human beings. Why did we ever expect aliens to be any better than us?
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