Hello, my name is Jack

by on March 17, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

I’ve never been one to waste time on planning.  I prefer waiting for the moment to come and then taking it.  I’ll know what needs doing when it’s time.  Recognizing when it’s time to duck out a window before a father’s shotgun goes off can be just as important as when it’s time to zig to starboard before that Shang missile flies up your tailpipe.  Failing to recognize either situation will make you just as dead.  In short, don’t plan to, but always be ready to fly.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on March 16, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

Planning is part of our nature, as common as breathing.  We make plans for our futures.  Even before we’re born, our parents carefully consider what our futures could be like with our prospective partner.  And after we’re born, we cybers have a lot of time to plan and think about life.  Most of our plans never happen of course.  We plan for many possibilities after all.  We are cybers.  It is what we do.

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Hello, my name is Charles

by on March 15, 2012 at 12:01 am
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I grew up in many places.  Philadelphia was the house I came back to, but I spent much time traveling to and from nearby star systems.  My father wanted me to take over the family business, so he took me to business meetings throughout our network.  By the time I was thirty, most of our business partners knew me almost as well as my father.  In the end, the business meetings were my home.  I lost that after Yosemite.  But I never gave up my plans.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on March 14, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

I lived my childhood in Minnesota, and the beaches there will always be the home of my dreams.  But I’ve grown and lived a lot since then.  I had to, or I never would have made it through The War and everything else that has happened since.  I’ve gone back to visit, but all I see are the people who didn’t make it through.  I guess my home since I retired is my starship.  She takes me where I want to go, and is always ready to welcome me back.  What more can I ask?

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on March 13, 2012 at 12:01 am
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I was born in Texas, but it’s not home to me.  Even Minnesota isn’t my home, though I like it better than Texas.  Because of cyberspace, I don’t have a single place I call home.  I can go anywhere I want to, see anything, talk to anybody.  I can be anything I want to be, and I’ve lived entire lifetimes in games, playing characters that you interact with when you play.  But my true self, the center of my being, has only one life and one home.  Wherever my partner is.

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