Hello, my name is Jack

by on August 9, 2011 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

Back during the war one of them hippy liberal newsies that preached about how we deserved Yosemite Yards came around to grace us poor little soldiers with her presence.  Well, she asked me on camera how I felt when the government forced me to kill Shang for them.  I just smiled and said “Recoil.”  I will never forget the expression on her face.  I hear it got a trillion hits on the nets.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on August 8, 2011 at 12:01 am
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You know that sharks don’t get cancer right?  I always wondered if the companies making all those expensive cancer treatments knew about that.  Well, then the Peloran came, and their treatments cured it.  I hear the drug companies were real shocked the Peloran didn’t charge us for that service.  Of course, what with the war and all, we did pay for the treatments in a manner of speaking.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on August 7, 2011 at 12:01 am
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Lots of people are conspiracy theorists on everything from “who shot Kennedy” to “did President Smith let the Shang attack Yosemite Yards?”  They see a conspiracy behind every action they don’t like.  Well, the way I see, there’s always some group of people conspiring to make things better for themselves.  The problem’s the ones who conspire to hurt others.  Them I take a real joy in shootin’.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on August 6, 2011 at 12:01 am
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We sometimes think we are masters of the universe, flying where we want when we want, and that nothing can stop us.  Well, I’ve seen a single solar flare burn out anything more advanced than a vacuum tube on an entire planet.  A star burped and an entire planetary civilization fell on itself in hours.  Total chaos.  We live on the sufferance of the stars.  The stars can end us real easy.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on August 5, 2011 at 12:01 am
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After the Shang attacked, I joined the military and I fought.  When it was over, I retired.  You see, I cared about my fellow soldiers.  But the government don’t care about the person, about you and me.  The bigger they are, the less of us they see and the less of us they care about.  They saw a number, not me.  Now I see to myself.  And if you make it worth my while, I’ll see to you too.

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