Hello, my name is Betty

by on August 14, 2011 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

They asked me to say a few things about my family.  Well, it’s pretty big.  My mom is Cyber Three, the third one to choose to stand with the Peloran during The Great War.  After the Albion and Ennead finished killing each other, we just all started to rebuild.  I’ve got a few thousand older brothers and sisters who keep an eye out for me now.  Like I said, big family.  The reunions are fun.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on August 13, 2011 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

A while back I got sent on an investigation to a world that began performing “aggressive screenings” of passengers entering their space to “keep out the dangerous elements.”  They let me through without a second glance, but I saw a lot of pretty young ladies and children gettin’ groped.  I think their prescreening’s a bit off.  I hear their tourist industry is really sufferin’ about now.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on August 12, 2011 at 12:01 am
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You know the one thing I don’t miss about working with other people?  Not having to do their jobs because they are too lazy to do it right the first time.  Seriously, we’re not talking gravity science here.  Do your job right, and you don’t have to do it again.  I’ve never had a partner that didn’t let me down in the end.  Well, ’cept for Betty of course.  She’s never let me down.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on August 11, 2011 at 12:01 am
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One of the real screwy ops I will always remember started when the locals ordered us to kill a crooked Sheriff and Deputy who had killed our own.  High command told us not to shoot the Deputy.  So we shot the Sheriff and then we did not shoot the Deputy, by a centimeter, once a day, at random times, for two months.  On the 64th day, he shot himself.  I still say it was a guilty conscience…

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on August 10, 2011 at 12:01 am
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In my lines of work, I sometimes run into people who think they’re real tough.  They’re used to people cowering around ’em and jumping when they take a step.  I don’t like ’em, so I just smile at ’em and talk real softly.  They really don’t know how to react to that.  Their bosses usually like the civilized conversation though.  That makes me money.  Keeps me alive too.  Always a plus in my book.

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