Hello, my name is Jack

by on December 12, 2012 at 12:01 am
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There were twelve of us originally.  Cowboys.  Ten of us were Ageless, new to War every one of us.  Our commander and his second were veterans, and real good ones at that.  They taught us what we needed to know to survive.  Only five of us still live today.  Seven men and women died to secure the freedom we all enjoy now.  And twelve Cybers chose to become our partners, knowing what it would cost them when we died.  Never forget their sacrifice.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on December 11, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

People matter.  Every person that has ever lived or will live.  We all make a difference in the universe, whether small or large.  Anyone can grow up to be a president, or a hero.  It all depends on what you choose to do with the life you are given.  Never let anyone make you think that you are too insignificant to matter.  They are trying to take your freedom to choose your life from you.

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Hello, my name is Dorothy

by on December 10, 2012 at 12:01 am
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Charles has a compulsion to make plans for any possibility he can think of.  And he can think of very many things.  He was very bookish as a young man, very brooding.  People did not make sense to him, even his own family.  I was the only one who considered choosing him.  He really was not ready for a partnership.  But we had all run out of time, and he had chosen to act, whatever the cost to himself.  So I chose to help him.  It was a good choice.

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Hello, my name is Charles

by on December 9, 2012 at 12:01 am
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It took time to begin building our own versions of the Peloran technologies, but hyperspace speeds doubled in a mere five years, cutting an entire year off the transit to our distant colonies.  And building an entirely new generation of starships for those journeys left us able to sell the obsolete Pre-Contact ships to the highest bidder.  Companies and smaller nations bought them and followed us to the stars on their own terms.  That changed space for all of us.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on December 8, 2012 at 12:01 am
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I’m hyperactive.  For as long as I remember, I’ve wanted to do things.  Sitting in class for hours on end was the next best thing to impossible.  I notice everything, I want to do everything, and I never want to stop.  When I was young that meant partying and playing with girls on the lakes of northern Minnesota.  Now it means that I always have somewhere else to go, something else that needs doing or seeing.  Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever settle down.

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