The Colonies, 5271 A.F.C
A blue planet hung in space, one of the most beautiful sights in this or any other universe. It wasn’t uniform blue- there were deep azures, pale cyans, all interspersed with the yellows and browns of continent, glimpsed through an eiderdown of constantly changing clouds.
To Lieutenant Yannin Rennett, the planet, known as Thur, had once been home. Now, however, he lived on board Research Station B-22, a tiny speck compared to the planet it circled. According to official Nation broadcasts, Rennett, B-22, or any other of the 1000 inhabitants who shared the station with Rennett, didn’t exist. Whispers and gossip could never be controlled, and on the planet below, the rumours always circled that there was something up there, beyond the atmosphere. The Nations knew better than to try and stamp this gossip out- instead, they flooded the communication channels with spurious and self-conflicting rumours. It was now impossible for any member of the public to sort out truth from fiction, and most folk on the planet had rapidly lost interest.
To Rennett, the planet held little interest, either. He preferred not to look at it, choosing to view the depths of space rather than the glory of a life-giving planet. Officially, Rennett was dead- he had died in a tragic accident on a prototype tangleship. Even his family, or what was left of it, didn’t know he was alive, and like most of the people on B-22, that suited Rennett fine. He wasn’t running away, he told himself repeatedly, he was grabbing hold of a marvellous opportunity to use his talents to help the war effort.
Rennett let himself into his quarters, and sat down in his favourite chair with a contented sigh. It had been a long day, but a satisfying one. He picked up a small black disc that had been resting on the arm of the chair, and spoke into it.
“Lepin, with ice.”
He laid back and closed his eyes. A servant would bring along the astringently refreshing drink soon enough.
Not every officer on B-22 had room service, not by a long way. Only those personally involved with the Wave project had such luxuries. It was going well- today’s scenario runs showed that they had finally managed to cut down the effects of the Wave to areas of relatively high particle density, so its effects were limited in extent. A major step forward. Models run in the past had shown a universe-wide effect- definitely overkill! Yes, today had been good. Rennett loved his work- he liked living on the space station, away from the crowded planet, and having a challenge to work on. Here, he felt safe, far away from the soil of the planet, the dark brown earth… Rennett cut off the thought quickly. Some things, he never thought. It was as if he couldn’t think them- it was almost physically painful to try. That was the past, and the past was irrelevant. Now he had a place, a job, and responsibilities. His work could alter the entire course of the war. He felt proud that his work would one day bring a bright new future to humanity.
Divisions, Chapter Three
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Posted 27 January 2003 - 08:39 PM
The Colonies, 5271 A.F.C
A blue planet hung in space, one of the most beautiful sights in this or any other universe. It wasn’t uniform blue- there were deep azures, pale cyans, all interspersed with the yellows and browns of continent, glimpsed through an eiderdown of constantly changing clouds.
You do paint a lovely picture here.
To Lieutenant Yannin Rennett, the planet, known as Thur, had once been home. Now, however, he lived on board Research Station B-22, a tiny speck compared to the planet it circled. According to official Nation broadcasts, Rennett, B-22, or any other of the 1000 inhabitants who shared the station with Rennett, didn’t exist. Whispers and gossip could never be controlled, and on the planet below, the rumours always circled that there was something up there, beyond the atmosphere. The Nations knew better than to try and stamp this gossip out- instead, they flooded the communication channels with spurious and self-conflicting rumours. It was now impossible for any member of the public to sort out truth from fiction, and most folk on the planet had rapidly lost interest.
Ooooh, secrecy.
He laid back and closed his eyes. A servant would bring along the astringently refreshing drink soon enough.
LOL! Apparently, it's a secret, despite the fact that the station has room-service.
Not every officer on B-22 had room service, not by a long way. Only those personally involved with the Wave project had such luxuries. It was going well- today’s scenario runs showed that they had finally managed to cut down the effects of the Wave to areas of relatively high particle density, so its effects were limited in extent. A major step forward. Models run in the past had shown a universe-wide effect- definitely overkill! Yes, today had been good. Rennett loved his work- he liked living on the space station, away from the crowded planet, and having a challenge to work on. Here, he felt safe, far away from the soil of the planet, the dark brown earth… Rennett cut off the thought quickly. Some things, he never thought. It was as if he couldn’t think them- it was almost physically painful to try. That was the past, and the past was irrelevant. Now he had a place, a job, and responsibilities. His work could alter the entire course of the war. He felt proud that his work would one day bring a bright new future to humanity.
Heh, people who think that way often are the worst of tyrant, you know?
Great stuff,
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Posted 27 January 2003 - 09:00 PM
The Colonies, 5271 A.F.C
A blue planet hung in space, one of the most beautiful sights in this or any other universe. It wasn’t uniform blue- there were deep azures, pale cyans, all interspersed with the yellows and browns of continent, glimpsed through an eiderdown of constantly changing clouds.
You do paint a lovely picture here.
Thank you! Shame Rennett doesn't look at it.
To Lieutenant Yannin Rennett, the planet, known as Thur, had once been home. Now, however, he lived on board Research Station B-22, a tiny speck compared to the planet it circled. According to official Nation broadcasts, Rennett, B-22, or any other of the 1000 inhabitants who shared the station with Rennett, didn’t exist. Whispers and gossip could never be controlled, and on the planet below, the rumours always circled that there was something up there, beyond the atmosphere. The Nations knew better than to try and stamp this gossip out- instead, they flooded the communication channels with spurious and self-conflicting rumours. It was now impossible for any member of the public to sort out truth from fiction, and most folk on the planet had rapidly lost interest.
Ooooh, secrecy.
Indeed. Secrecy and intrigue.
He laid back and closed his eyes. A servant would bring along the astringently refreshing drink soon enough.
LOL! Apparently, it's a secret, despite the fact that the station has room-service.
Heh, not everyone in the military is a fighter, you know....there are plenty of people who end up being aides, or chefs or servants to the high rankers.
Not every officer on B-22 had room service, not by a long way. Only those personally involved with the Wave project had such luxuries. It was going well- today’s scenario runs showed that they had finally managed to cut down the effects of the Wave to areas of relatively high particle density, so its effects were limited in extent. A major step forward. Models run in the past had shown a universe-wide effect- definitely overkill! Yes, today had been good. Rennett loved his work- he liked living on the space station, away from the crowded planet, and having a challenge to work on. Here, he felt safe, far away from the soil of the planet, the dark brown earth… Rennett cut off the thought quickly. Some things, he never thought. It was as if he couldn’t think them- it was almost physically painful to try. That was the past, and the past was irrelevant. Now he had a place, a job, and responsibilities. His work could alter the entire course of the war. He felt proud that his work would one day bring a bright new future to humanity.
Heh, people who think that way often are the worst of tyrant, you know?
Very true
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Posted 28 January 2003 - 12:07 AM
The Colonies, 5271 A.F.C
A blue planet hung in space, one of the most beautiful sights in this or any other universe. It wasn’t uniform blue- there were deep azures, pale cyans, all interspersed with the yellows and browns of continent, glimpsed through an eiderdown of constantly changing clouds.
Lovely description
. To Lieutenant Yannin Rennett, the planet, known as Thur, had once been home. Now, however, he lived on board Research Station B-22, a tiny speck compared to the planet it circled. According to official Nation broadcasts, Rennett, B-22, or any other of the 1000 inhabitants who shared the station with Rennett, didn’t exist. Whispers and gossip could never be controlled, and on the planet below, the rumours always circled that there was something up there, beyond the atmosphere. The Nations knew better than to try and stamp this gossip out- instead, they flooded the communication channels with spurious and self-conflicting rumours. It was now impossible for any member of the public to sort out truth from fiction, and most folk on the planet had rapidly lost interest.
That's a good way to get rid of troublesome gossip
. To Rennett, the planet held little interest, either. He preferred not to look at it, choosing to view the depths of space rather than the glory of a life-giving planet. Officially, Rennett was dead- he had died in a tragic accident on a prototype tangleship.
I love this
...Hope to see more soon
Crazy? I used to be crazy. Then they put me in a white room. Then I died then they put me in a box with worms. Worms drive me crazy.
Crazy? I used to be crazy....
Crazy? I used to be crazy....
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The Colonies, 5271 A.F.C
A blue planet hung in space, one of the most beautiful sights in this or any other universe. It wasn’t uniform blue- there were deep azures, pale cyans, all interspersed with the yellows and browns of continent, glimpsed through an eiderdown of constantly changing clouds.
To Lieutenant Yannin Rennett, the planet, known as Thur, had once been home. Now, however, he lived on board Research Station B-22, a tiny speck compared to the planet it circled. According to official Nation broadcasts, Rennett, B-22, or any other of the 1000 inhabitants who shared the station with Rennett, didn’t exist. Whispers and gossip could never be controlled, and on the planet below, the rumours always circled that there was something up there, beyond the atmosphere. The Nations knew better than to try and stamp this gossip out- instead, they flooded the communication channels with spurious and self-conflicting rumours. It was now impossible for any member of the public to sort out truth from fiction, and most folk on the planet had rapidly lost interest.
oh, well...it is not that difficult really to loose interest
To Rennett, the planet held little interest, either. He preferred not to look at it, choosing to view the depths of space rather than the glory of a life-giving planet. Officially, Rennett was dead- he had died in a tragic accident on a prototype tangleship. Even his family, or what was left of it, didn’t know he was alive, and like most of the people on B-22, that suited Rennett fine. He wasn’t running away, he told himself repeatedly, he was grabbing hold of a marvellous opportunity to use his talents to help the war effort.
well, sometimes it is not so bad when your family thinks you are dead....
Rennett let himself into his quarters, and sat down in his favourite chair with a contented sigh. It had been a long day, but a satisfying one. He picked up a small black disc that had been resting on the arm of the chair, and spoke into it.
“Lepin, with ice.”
He laid back and closed his eyes. A servant would bring along the astringently refreshing drink soon enough.
Not every officer on B-22 had room service, not by a long way. Only those personally involved with the Wave project had such luxuries. It was going well- today’s scenario runs showed that they had finally managed to cut down the effects of the Wave to areas of relatively high particle density, so its effects were limited in extent. A major step forward. Models run in the past had shown a universe-wide effect- definitely overkill! Yes, today had been good. Rennett loved his work- he liked living on the space station, away from the crowded planet, and having a challenge to work on. Here, he felt safe, far away from the soil of the planet, the dark brown earth… Rennett cut off the thought quickly. Some things, he never thought. It was as if he couldn’t think them- it was almost physically painful to try. That was the past, and the past was irrelevant. Now he had a place, a job, and responsibilities. His work could alter the entire course of the war. He felt proud that his work would one day bring a bright new future to humanity.
Sounds good.
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Ah, this is the third thread of the plot, I guess. A secret military organisation hidden upon space station.
Nice imagery
Smart of them! Rminds me of the man in black strategy too! Always read the tabloids!
Something is wrong with him?
Oh yes - something is definitely wrong.
Well, I guess I would have to wait and see as to what it is.
Cheers!
It wasn’t uniform blue- there were deep azures, pale cyans, all interspersed with the yellows and browns of continent, glimpsed through an eiderdown of constantly changing clouds.
Nice imagery
The Nations knew better than to try and stamp this gossip out- instead, they flooded the communication channels with spurious and self-conflicting rumours. It was now impossible for any member of the public to sort out truth from fiction, and most folk on the planet had rapidly lost interest.
Smart of them! Rminds me of the man in black strategy too! Always read the tabloids!
To Rennett, the planet held little interest, either. He preferred not to look at it, choosing to view the depths of space rather than the glory of a life-giving planet.
Something is wrong with him?
Here, he felt safe, far away from the soil of the planet, the dark brown earth… Rennett cut off the thought quickly. Some things, he never thought. It was as if he couldn’t think them- it was almost physically painful to try. That was the past, and the past was irrelevant.
Oh yes - something is definitely wrong.
Well, I guess I would have to wait and see as to what it is.
Cheers!
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To Rennett, the planet held little interest, either. He preferred not to look at it, choosing to view the depths of space rather than the glory of a life-giving planet. Officially, Rennett was dead- he had died in a tragic accident on a prototype tangleship. Even his family, or what was left of it, didn’t know he was alive, and like most of the people on B-22, that suited Rennett fine. He wasn’t running away, he told himself repeatedly, he was grabbing hold of a marvellous opportunity to use his talents to help the war effort.
Yeah, right...
Rennett loved his work- he liked living on the space station, away from the crowded planet, and having a challenge to work on. Here, he felt safe, far away from the soil of the planet, the dark brown earth… Rennett cut off the thought quickly. Some things, he never thought. It was as if he couldn’t think them- it was almost physically painful to try. That was the past, and the past was irrelevant. Now he had a place, a job, and responsibilities. His work could alter the entire course of the war. He felt proud that his work would one day bring a bright new future to humanity.
I feel sorry for him.
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A blue planet hung in space, one of the most beautiful sights in this or any other universe. It wasn’t uniform blue- there were deep azures, pale cyans, all interspersed with the yellows and browns of continent, glimpsed through an eiderdown of constantly changing clouds.
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Ahh, yes. Pictures of earth from space. Like an image of paradise.
His work could alter the entire course of the war. He felt proud that his work would one day bring a bright new future to humanity.[/quote]
With a weapon of mass destruction?
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A blue planet hung in space, one of the most beautiful sights in this or any other universe. It wasn’t uniform blue- there were deep azures, pale cyans, all interspersed with the yellows and browns of continent, glimpsed through an eiderdown of constantly changing clouds.
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Ahh, yes. Pictures of earth from space. Like an image of paradise.
His work could alter the entire course of the war. He felt proud that his work would one day bring a bright new future to humanity.[/quote]
With a weapon of mass destruction?
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Gah! I managed to miss the previous chapter in the clutter on the Attic. And it was a good chapter, too.Not every officer on B-22 had room service, not by a long way. Only those personally involved with the Wave project had such luxuries. It was going well- today’s scenario runs showed that they had finally managed to cut down the effects of the Wave to areas of relatively high particle density, so its effects were limited in extent. A major step forward. Models run in the past had shown a universe-wide effect- definitely overkill!
Uh-oh...
His work could alter the entire course of the war. He felt proud that his work would one day bring a bright new future to humanity.
You know, the classic kaboom-with-accompanying-mushroom-cloud is actually pretty bright...
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The Colonies, 5271 A.F.C
A blue planet hung in space, one of the most beautiful sights in this or any other universe. It wasn’t uniform blue- there were deep azures, pale cyans, all interspersed with the yellows and browns of continent, glimpsed through an eiderdown of constantly changing clouds.
Lovely description
Thank you
. I sometimes wonder if I get too lyrical.
To Lieutenant Yannin Rennett, the planet, known as Thur, had once been home. Now, however, he lived on board Research Station B-22, a tiny speck compared to the planet it circled. According to official Nation broadcasts, Rennett, B-22, or any other of the 1000 inhabitants who shared the station with Rennett, didn’t exist. Whispers and gossip could never be controlled, and on the planet below, the rumours always circled that there was something up there, beyond the atmosphere. The Nations knew better than to try and stamp this gossip out- instead, they flooded the communication channels with spurious and self-conflicting rumours. It was now impossible for any member of the public to sort out truth from fiction, and most folk on the planet had rapidly lost interest.
That's a good way to get rid of troublesome gossip
Indeed! It's worked for me in the past
To Rennett, the planet held little interest, either. He preferred not to look at it, choosing to view the depths of space rather than the glory of a life-giving planet. Officially, Rennett was dead- he had died in a tragic accident on a prototype tangleship.
I love this
Another chapter has now been posted- hope you enjoy it!
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The Colonies, 5271 A.F.C
A blue planet hung in space, one of the most beautiful sights in this or any other universe. It wasn’t uniform blue- there were deep azures, pale cyans, all interspersed with the yellows and browns of continent, glimpsed through an eiderdown of constantly changing clouds.
To Lieutenant Yannin Rennett, the planet, known as Thur, had once been home. Now, however, he lived on board Research Station B-22, a tiny speck compared to the planet it circled. According to official Nation broadcasts, Rennett, B-22, or any other of the 1000 inhabitants who shared the station with Rennett, didn’t exist. Whispers and gossip could never be controlled, and on the planet below, the rumours always circled that there was something up there, beyond the atmosphere. The Nations knew better than to try and stamp this gossip out- instead, they flooded the communication channels with spurious and self-conflicting rumours. It was now impossible for any member of the public to sort out truth from fiction, and most folk on the planet had rapidly lost interest.
oh, well...it is not that difficult really to loose interest
I must admit I can never be bothere with gossip myself- I want facts, truth, not idle speculation.
To Rennett, the planet held little interest, either. He preferred not to look at it, choosing to view the depths of space rather than the glory of a life-giving planet. Officially, Rennett was dead- he had died in a tragic accident on a prototype tangleship. Even his family, or what was left of it, didn’t know he was alive, and like most of the people on B-22, that suited Rennett fine. He wasn’t running away, he told himself repeatedly, he was grabbing hold of a marvellous opportunity to use his talents to help the war effort.
well, sometimes it is not so bad when your family thinks you are dead....
Depends what your family is like, I guess. I wouldn't like my family to think I was dead.
Rennett let himself into his quarters, and sat down in his favourite chair with a contented sigh. It had been a long day, but a satisfying one. He picked up a small black disc that had been resting on the arm of the chair, and spoke into it.
“Lepin, with ice.”
He laid back and closed his eyes. A servant would bring along the astringently refreshing drink soon enough.
Not every officer on B-22 had room service, not by a long way. Only those personally involved with the Wave project had such luxuries. It was going well- today’s scenario runs showed that they had finally managed to cut down the effects of the Wave to areas of relatively high particle density, so its effects were limited in extent. A major step forward. Models run in the past had shown a universe-wide effect- definitely overkill! Yes, today had been good. Rennett loved his work- he liked living on the space station, away from the crowded planet, and having a challenge to work on. Here, he felt safe, far away from the soil of the planet, the dark brown earth… Rennett cut off the thought quickly. Some things, he never thought. It was as if he couldn’t think them- it was almost physically painful to try. That was the past, and the past was irrelevant. Now he had a place, a job, and responsibilities. His work could alter the entire course of the war. He felt proud that his work would one day bring a bright new future to humanity.
Sounds good.
Maybe, maybe not
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Posted 28 January 2003 - 09:25 PM
Ah, this is the third thread of the plot, I guess. A secret military organisation hidden upon space station.
It wasn’t uniform blue- there were deep azures, pale cyans, all interspersed with the yellows and browns of continent, glimpsed through an eiderdown of constantly changing clouds.
Nice imagery
thank you
The Nations knew better than to try and stamp this gossip out- instead, they flooded the communication channels with spurious and self-conflicting rumours. It was now impossible for any member of the public to sort out truth from fiction, and most folk on the planet had rapidly lost interest.
Smart of them! Rminds me of the man in black strategy too! Always read the tabloids!
I must watch MIIB when it comes out! I loved the first film, hope the second is as good.
To Rennett, the planet held little interest, either. He preferred not to look at it, choosing to view the depths of space rather than the glory of a life-giving planet.
Something is wrong with him?
Not really with him, in this case, more with his civlization- you'll find out more in the coming chapters.
Here, he felt safe, far away from the soil of the planet, the dark brown earth… Rennett cut off the thought quickly. Some things, he never thought. It was as if he couldn’t think them- it was almost physically painful to try. That was the past, and the past was irrelevant.
Oh yes - something is definitely wrong.
In this case, you're right. Bit of both, really.
Well, I guess I would have to wait and see as to what it is.
Indeed
. I'm not giving anything away!
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To Rennett, the planet held little interest, either. He preferred not to look at it, choosing to view the depths of space rather than the glory of a life-giving planet. Officially, Rennett was dead- he had died in a tragic accident on a prototype tangleship. Even his family, or what was left of it, didn’t know he was alive, and like most of the people on B-22, that suited Rennett fine. He wasn’t running away, he told himself repeatedly, he was grabbing hold of a marvellous opportunity to use his talents to help the war effort.
Yeah, right...
We all believe him, don't we?
Rennett loved his work- he liked living on the space station, away from the crowded planet, and having a challenge to work on. Here, he felt safe, far away from the soil of the planet, the dark brown earth… Rennett cut off the thought quickly. Some things, he never thought. It was as if he couldn’t think them- it was almost physically painful to try. That was the past, and the past was irrelevant. Now he had a place, a job, and responsibilities. His work could alter the entire course of the war. He felt proud that his work would one day bring a bright new future to humanity.
I feel sorry for him.
Whether you continue to or not will depend on your own personality, I suspect. Thanks for your comments!
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A blue planet hung in space, one of the most beautiful sights in this or any other universe. It wasn’t uniform blue- there were deep azures, pale cyans, all interspersed with the yellows and browns of continent, glimpsed through an eiderdown of constantly changing clouds.
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Ahh, yes. Pictures of earth from space. Like an image of paradise.
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My Mum has a huge book of them- it's astoundingly beautiful.
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His work could alter the entire course of the war. He felt proud that his work would one day bring a bright new future to humanity.[/quote]
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With a weapon of mass destruction?
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Maybe, maybe not. I am not telling yet!
A blue planet hung in space, one of the most beautiful sights in this or any other universe. It wasn’t uniform blue- there were deep azures, pale cyans, all interspersed with the yellows and browns of continent, glimpsed through an eiderdown of constantly changing clouds.
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Ahh, yes. Pictures of earth from space. Like an image of paradise.
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My Mum has a huge book of them- it's astoundingly beautiful.
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His work could alter the entire course of the war. He felt proud that his work would one day bring a bright new future to humanity.[/quote]
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With a weapon of mass destruction?
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Maybe, maybe not. I am not telling yet!
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Well, it should still be there, somewhere! Or do you mean you missed replying to it? Well, nothing lost
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Not every officer on B-22 had room service, not by a long way. Only those personally involved with the Wave project had such luxuries. It was going well- today’s scenario runs showed that they had finally managed to cut down the effects of the Wave to areas of relatively high particle density, so its effects were limited in extent. A major step forward. Models run in the past had shown a universe-wide effect- definitely overkill!
Uh-oh...
You get so much meaning into those two little syllables
His work could alter the entire course of the war. He felt proud that his work would one day bring a bright new future to humanity.
You know, the classic kaboom-with-accompanying-mushroom-cloud is actually pretty bright...
What a cynic! It'll become clear what he means- eventually.
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Well, it should still be there, somewhere! Or do you mean you missed replying to it? Well, nothing lost.
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Yeah, missed replying to it. naturally the first thing I did when i saw part three was to scan back for part two.
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Uh-oh...
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You get so much meaning into those two little syllables
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It sums it up nicely, don't you think?
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You know, the classic kaboom-with-accompanying-mushroom-cloud is actually pretty bright...[/quote]
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What a cynic! It'll become clear what he means- eventually.[/quote]
Thank you.
You mean he isn't in danger of accidentally wiping out the whole universe? Pity.
Well, it should still be there, somewhere! Or do you mean you missed replying to it? Well, nothing lost
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Yeah, missed replying to it. naturally the first thing I did when i saw part three was to scan back for part two.
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Uh-oh...
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You get so much meaning into those two little syllables
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It sums it up nicely, don't you think?
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You know, the classic kaboom-with-accompanying-mushroom-cloud is actually pretty bright...[/quote]
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What a cynic! It'll become clear what he means- eventually.[/quote]
Thank you.
You mean he isn't in danger of accidentally wiping out the whole universe? Pity.
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