Hello, my name is Betty

by on November 12, 2013 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

During The War, we were all one big happy family.  It was hang together or hang separately time, and we hung together.  Terran and Peloran, cybernetic and artificial intelligence, and all the other little variants of the human race out there.  We fought for the survival of a way of life where we could all live in peace.  For all that it was one of the worst of times, it was also one of the best of times.  Thank God it ended.  If only we could have hung together after.

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Hello, my name is Medron

by on November 11, 2013 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

I’m going to take a break from my normal writing to say thank you. Thank you to everyone who has served on the bulwark of freedom. Whether you fought at Lexington or Somme, Gettysburg, or Normandy, or thousands of other names, thank you. Because of you, I am free to do what I do. Write. And others are free to read my works, or the works of others. Thank you for defending our freedom. The stories I write are dedicated to you.

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Hello, my name is Charles

by on November 10, 2013 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

Germany began her involvement in The War by marching through the lowlands and making for Paris.  Again.  This time, French armies held the lines, with help from their allies in Britain, and the Western Front turned into a slugging match where there could be no true victor.  New weapons of war battered the land into lifeless dirt, from tanks and artillery to deadly gases that floated unseen into the trenches.  To those involved, it truly was The War To End All Wars.

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Hello, my name is Jack.

by on November 9, 2013 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

Some people say I have a hint of wanderlust in my genes.  I don’t know about that.  I loved my hometown when I was younger.  I could see anything I wanted to within an hour’s travel time.  I didn’t want to leave, but it wasn’t there to come back to after The War.  Now I wander.  Sometimes I wonder what I would do if I ever found my hometown out there.  Would I stay, or would I wander on?  I honestly don’t know.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on November 8, 2013 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

I’m sorry for the tone of voice of my last message.  But coming home after fighting a War for over twenty years only to be called an unnatural abomination by terrorists trying to delete all cybernetic intelligences can be a bit taxing on my self-control.  No, you don’t have to worry about them.  I only used sufficient force to stop them, not injure.  Much.  They’ll get over it soon.  Maybe.  Don’t expect me to cry if they can’t walk into their trial though.

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