Hello, my name is Charles

by on September 13, 2015 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

What most people who grew up after Contact fail to realize is that Pre-Contact spaceships generated gravity by spinning small sections of the outer hull around the central spindle frame. Most of the ship was in zero gee unless they were undergoing acceleration. The crew strapped into their stations for high gee operations surpassing a quarter of Earth standard gravity, and could go for months without experiencing anything above one half gee. Pre-Contact interstellar travel was truly a different world than the one we experience now.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on September 12, 2015 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

They started The War. Well, the Shang did but the Chinese were quick to pile on. And of course there are the reports that they knew about the Yosemite Strike before it happened. They doubly deserved what happened if that’s true. But is it always good to give people what they deserve? I used to think so. I used to be so quick when justice called out. But sometimes vengeance hides under outraged justice. And sometimes what they deserve isn’t as important as what you’re willing to do. I fear we were willing to do too much. Though what is too much when it is a war for survival?

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on September 11, 2015 at 12:01 am
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Twilight’s second season nemesis was the recurring Rogue AI. He wore a different dapper suit every episode, donated by a local Texas company, and the show made certain to show a close up of their distinctive logo at least once each time. Product placement at its best. He used the codename Solo because nobody was good enough to be his partner. Or so he thought. He also thought he could beat Twilight and the gang every time he met them. It became more “escape” than “beat” as the season proceeded towards its finale. But Solo never lost his composure. He was a cool customer that the audiences loved.

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Hello, my name is Charles

by on September 10, 2015 at 12:01 am
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Our first starships were spindly, fragile things. They were a slender needle nearly five hundred meters long designed to pierce the wall between normalspace and hyperspace. Fuel tanks and crew quarters surrounded the central spindle with little room for anything else. Even the engines were weak things barely strong enough to push them through hyperspace. And so the early starships never left the gravitic rivers that linked our stars together. They simply did not have enough power to try another route.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on September 9, 2015 at 12:01 am
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What happens when you humble an enemy? What happens when you beat them? What happens when you break them so badly that the only thing worse than surrendering is fighting on? What happens when the man that signs the surrender finds living with the shame harder than eating a bullet? What happens? I don’t know yet. I hope whoever reads this doesn’t know either. Because I’m very much afraid that the Chinese will never forget that we won and they lost. And I don’t think they’re going to forgive any of us for that.

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