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5 hours ago, NSEP said:
I digged a meter deep and wide hole in the sand on the beach, and no i have pain in the back and a blister on my hand.
The crazy things kids do when they are bored, am i right?
You shoulda just come over to my place, I’da let you dig a whole bunch of little holes for my landscaping instead.
at least you didn’t spend the time eating laundry detergent...
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5 minutes ago, Ultimate Steve said:
Apollo iirc had over half a dozen abort tests.
It even had an abort from an abort test.
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1 hour ago, sevenperforce said:
Watch us all get trolled when it's a New Glenn grasshopper test.
That would be... most interesting indeed.
And watch us get doubly trolled when they don’t say a peep about it for months.
1 hour ago, Ultimate Steve said:Maybe a pad abort test?
AFAIK, that was already done quite a while ago.
Ooh ooh... just thought...
Maybe the frist manned test??
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Veeeery interesting....
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3 hours ago, MR L A said:
His original comment didn't make any mention of getting to the launch altitude - that it was why it was wrong. He simply stated 80k to mun is "easier because you are going faster" than a higher orbit.
Going faster is exactly what makes it easier, bruh.
As first described by a dude just about everyone here knows called Oberth. “The use of an engine at higher speeds generates greater mechanical energy than use at lower speeds.”
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10 minutes ago, Kr0noZ said:
Isn't that a part of LA or something? Right next to LAX?
I don't see them being cool with dropping rockets on a massive city...Dammit.
That’s what I get for posting before my morning energy drink.
I meant McGregor, TX.
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23 minutes ago, tater said:
So buy a ranch someplace remote, and build the biggest possible net... a few hundred meters across. That guy who skydived without a chute went into a net only ~30x30m. I'd think you'd want something closer to a half km...
Like Hawthorne? Where they’ve got a bunch of test and support equipment already?
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7 hours ago, Kronus_Aerospace said:
KSP apparently forgot that gravity and drag exists.
They’re probably hiding from you, curled up in the corner muttering something about “finding a happy place.”
7 hours ago, MR L A said:What? Are you suggesting that the higher velocity at LKO makes reaching the Mun cheaper that starting at, say, an altitude of 150k? That seems to be the only way to understand your sentence and it is fundamentally wrong. it takes less dV to reach the Mun from 150K than it does from 80K.
Don’t forget the extra delta-V you need to get to 150k in the first place.
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2 minutes ago, Jaff said:
Why don’t they just wait until BFR is built and then go and fetch the upper stages left up there?
Bfr up - satalite
bfr down - spent upper F9 stages
Because there aren’t any.
The upper stage automatically deorbits itself after the mission, usually over the Indian Ocean (for LEO flights from KSC).
The recovery experiment is probably to gather data and perhaps test material for BFR.
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14 hours ago, IncongruousGoat said:
Oh, wow. Bravo! Now you're making me even more excited for the eclipse in 2024.
Pity we’ve no improbably captured off-gassing megacomet to enhance it.
12 hours ago, KSK said:He'll be okay provided that he stays around Edgas... I think. Val saw it very clearly, when she had a glimpse of what lies beneath the aurora. Light vs Darkness and all hanging in the balance.
Did she?
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2 hours ago, Spoo Hunter said:
How... does it land?
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2 hours ago, Just Jim said:
Needless to say my cats are not amused.
I would think they’d be highly amused.
2 hours ago, Just Jim said:Mockingbirds
Whatever you do, don’t kill one.
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Octagrabber did it’s thing by the looks.
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Via SpaceFlightNow.com:
Timeframe for Bangabandhu 1 on May the Fourth, 1pm PDT/ 4pm EDT / 2000GMT
SES-12: NET May 24and... Falcon Heavy 2 delayed until third quarter 2018.
methinks Block V may have some teething trouble...
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There will be wars and rumors of wars,
And you will see dire portents in the sky,
Great upheaval will wrack the land,
And Kerb’s trust in his brother will be shaken.
Chapter 20: The Eclipse
It’s time.It’s time.
It’s time!
The small station was practically bursting with excitement. All throughout, hatches were open and windows uncovered, letting the fragile, ruddy sunlight beyond stream into dark passages wherever possible. The crew bustled about, making preparations, their feet barely touching the cold metal floors.
For his part, even Edgas felt it. He went about his rounds with a spring in his step and smile on his lips. He had nearly forgotten. With everything going on, he had nearly forgotten, and he still found the very idea downright bewildering. It wasn’t every day this happened, after all. Or even... every month. Some small voice buried in his mind kept reminding him there were... other reasons, too.
“Well, you sure seem to be in a good mood,” Burdous noted, then went back to coughing.
“It’s a big day,” Edgas said as he closed the hatch behind him, “the crew’s been waiting for this a long time.”
“Uh huh,” Burdous cocked an eye... bulge at him, “and you’re sure that’s all it is?”
“Sure. You really should come up and see it.”
Burdous gave him a blank stare, “do I look like I’m in any condition to go outside right now?!”
Well...
Burdous was seated at a long table in the lab module, surrounded by computers in various states of disassembly, piles of hardware in various states of disarray, and piles of tissues just... piled, all while wearing a very pink knit blanket, festooned in unicorns jumping over rainbows.
A shudder visibly ran through him, “do you have any idea how cold it is out there?!”
Edgas glanced at the display—
“That was a rhetorical question,” Burdous said flatly, coughing, before Edgas could speak, “and besides, I wouldn’t want to spoil a special moment with you-know-who,” and did that... thing with his eye... bulges.
“Whut.” Edgas said.
Burdous rose, and wrapped an arm around the other Kerb’s shoulders as he led him around the room in a fatherly lecture, “Edgas, my dude, my buddy, my homefry... I have earned advanced post-doctoral degrees in nuclear physics, astrophysics, quantum string theory, and inverted underwater basket weaving. What that all means, is that I am very good at putting two and two together. And weaving inverted baskets underwater. But anyways, there’s no denying the evidence.” Then he went back to coughing.
Edgas’s mouth flopped helplessly for some time before he could speak, “w-w-what evidence?! What are you talking about?”
“Well for starters,” Burdous fixed him with a smarmy look, “she’s wearing your very-most-favorite-est sweatshirt... and clinging to it like a security blanket.”
More fishy-flopping, “she was cold! I’m just trying to help her through an unimaginable situation, here!”
“Of course you are,” he raised an eye... bulge, “because you’re pretty much the most guileless person to ever walk the land ever, and you’d give practically anyone the shirt right off your back,” he leaned in, “but not even you are immune from having your cadet-years crush literally fall into your lap.”
Edgas went through several phases, and faces, of unsuccessfully trying to form coherent syllables before, “its not like that! It’s not like that at all!” He threw his hands up.
“Oh?” Burdous added a wink to his wide, smarmy grin, “methinks you doth protest too much.”
“Gah!” Edgas screamed, “you’re imagining things!” He grabbed the bottle of cough syrup from the table, “how much of this stuff have you had, anyway?”
This time Burdous answered with a fit of horrendous coughing, “not enough, apparently!” Another round took him, wet and gurgling and glorping. He quickly pulled a tissue from the box and pressed it to his mouth, “ugh! Nasty!” he glanced at it, “oh, that’s foul! Just great, now I’m hworking up little black chunks of lung.”
He thrust a finger at Edgas, “if I die it’s your fault!”
“Isn’t that a bit melodramatic?” the other kerb frowned at him.
Burdous tossed the tissue away with a cringe, then raised a hand to his forehead and and crooned a few octaves higher, “oh, woe, woe is me! Curse thee, O crrrruel fate!”
Edgas only sighed.
“Are you making any progress with...” he looked over the mound of equipment, “all this?”
After his own weary sigh, a light crept into Burdous’s eyes, “not as fast as I’d hoped, but not as bad as I feared, either. It’s... bizarre, like looking into another world.”
“How do you mean?”
He nodded to the pile, “carbon nanotube spintronics, memristor strands... all beyond the cutting edge a decade ago, but also an evolutionary dead-end. Processing technology instead followed the quantum computing archetype, once they managed to get the Schrödinger’s bugs out,” he shuddered, “this tech is beyond anything publicly acknowledged, but it’s also obsolete. It’s like looking at a world that could have been.”
“You mean like... Schrödinger’s computer case?” Edgas grinned.
Burdous just looked at him, “ok, you totally don’t understand quantum mechanics, do you?”
“Well, yes and no...”
“That’s not funny.”
Edgas raised a hand to his face, “anyways, any idea on getting it figured out?”
“Soon™️,” Burdous huffed, “I’ve just about got the hardware emulated, it all depends on defeating that AHAB routine. After that, it’s basically a big reboot, and just the right jolt.”
“Oh, there you are,” she said as she entered, looking nonplussed, “Doc is looking for you. And the others say, if you do not hurry, we will miss this... thing.”
“Hi Val!” Burdous again strode toward her with open arms.
Whoosh!
Crunch.
Thud.
“Ow.”
“Sorry,” she said un-sorrily, “reflex.”
Edgas raised a hand to his face. Again.
“That’s ok,” Burdous coughed his voice back down to its usual pitch and picked himself up. Then, sidelong to Edgas, “observe.”
“So, you’re going outside to see the thing, right?” he said with a wide smile, “still mighty cold out there,” he shuffled around on the table, “hey, I found this parka in the closet, looks about your size. Still sealed in the plastic and everything.”
She took a quick step back, pulling the hood of the sweatshirt tighter.
Burdous grinned a sly grin.
“Why is he grinning like that?” she crossed her arms, “tell him to stop, it makes me want to hit him again. Harder.”
“Burdous...” Edgas said through his hand.
“You really spent six months in deep space with him?” she gave Edgas a jab.
His mouth fell open, “how... how does she know about that?!”
“Well, we... kinda got to talking last night,” Edgas could feel his face growing red, “I told her everything.”
And now, it was Burdous’s turn for his mouth to flop open and closed like a fish trying desperately to breathe. Or perhaps vomit. And cough.
Edgas peeked at her through his fingers. He could feel an undeniable sense of... was it schädenfrüde? Or no, weinersnitchel. Something in Krünisch.
Finally, Burdous composed himself, “you... you told her?!”
He nodded, “I think maybe she’s mixed up in it somehow.”
Burdous turned to her, raising a shocked eye... bulge, “and you believed him?”
“Sure, why not?” she shrugged, “what do I know? For all I know, is all the rage these days to go around punching giant, horrific space monsters in face.”
“You told her that?” he frowned at Edgas, who could only give an awkward grin. Then his eyes grew wide, “Wait, what about... Well, you know...” and a series of disjointed gestures passed between the two kerbs.
Edgas scratched at the back of his head, “well, maybe not everything.”
She eyed him, “wait, what?”
“Whoah! Hey! Lookit the time,” Burdous burst out, “wow, guess I’d better get back to work here and you guys have a thing to go see! C’mon, movemovemove outoutout...” he somehow shuffled the other two out the door, and she was so shocked by the sudden turn that she apparently completely forgot to clobber him.
The pair found themselves blinking in the hall as the hatch slammed shut behind them.
“What was that all about?” she said, “what have you not told me?”
Edgas, well, grinned awkwardly, “um...”
“Boss, d’you have a minute?”
And breathed a silent thanks to Doc for showing up at just the right moment, “sure, what’s going on?”
Doc’s eyes twitched back and forth between the other two, “uh... maybe alone?” He winced.
She eyed the both of them, but Edgas put on his best ‘I really know what I’m doing’ face, “hey, why don’t I meet you in Node Two? The guys should have everything ready down there.”
She scowled at him, but eventually relented, “fine, if you say so. I do not see what all the fuss is anyway, I have seen eclipse before. I think.”
He watched her go. Her motions without the cane, now, were subdued and deliberate, but rock steady. Her hip didn’t seem to have that catch anymore, letting her move with the smoothness one should ex—
Her head whipped around, the accusation plain on her face.
What followed was, the Scientist in Edgas observed, a most peculiar exchange of facial expressions yet without a single word said. Finally he raised a hand to his face and turned away, feeling more than a little bit put upon. And red.
He sighed, “what’s up, Doc?”
Doc opened his mouth.
Doc closed his mouth.
Edgas grew even redder, “sorry.”
Handing him a tablet, Doc shook his head, “more anomalous sensor readings. Earthquake in Ponpín.”
“There’s always an earthquake in Ponpín,” Edgas said.
“Not like this, there’s not. Hard to pick through the readings but it looks like a couple of dozen unique signatures, all in rapid sequence, like an earthquake... storm, or something.”
“That... is unusual...”
“It gets weirder,” Doc tapped on the tablet, “atmospheric samples from the tail end of the storm.”
Edgas read, his brow crinkling down ever more as he did, “iodine-131? Strontium-89... barium-140...” he looked up, “these are... nuclear fission products...”
Doc nodded, “just trace amounts. Barely enough to even register on the sensors.”
“Could it be storm damage? It looks like it came right near the end, maybe the constant buffeting threw the calibration off,” Edgas pressed a hand to the wide, flat spot between his eyes, “I hope we’re not looking at some systemic problem, here.”
“Possible, I suppose,” Doc eyed him, “but without comms I can’t verify the readings with other stations.”
“We’ll have to add the air samplers to the priority inspection list with the seismic sensors.”
Doc held his gaze, “Boss... I think maybe something’s wrong down south. We should call in a report. Or at the very least, turn on the receivers and get some news.”
Edgas dropped his hand to his chin. He could feel it again. That horrible sensation, as if reality was getting all crinkly around the edges. Doc was right, but if he was right, too...
“No,” Edgas said at length, “not yet. Even on passive, the receivers send out a repeater ping, if someone’s listening for it...”
“Like who..?”
This time, Edgas couldn’t even grin.
Doc frowned at him, “Boss, what’s going on? What’s got you so on edge?”
“It’s...” but he couldn’t bring himself to answer.
“A twelve-years-dead Ussari kerbonaut falls out of the sky, a storm worse than any we’ve ever seen, bizarre sensor readings getting worse, and now the the Commander of the Grand Tour mission, who’s apparently also a close personal friend of yours, is sitting in our lab trying to fix a computer that Poindexter swears never existed?” Doc shook his head, “the guys are starting to ask questions and I’m running out of answers.”
Edgas looked off down the hall, where the murmur of voices could just be heard, unsurprised, “do they still trust me?”
“Of course,” Doc scoffed, “they’d trust you to the end of the world.”
Setting his jaw, Edgas looked back, and held the other kerb’s eyes, “and what about you? Do you trust me?”
Doc recoiled as if struck, “Boss... I trust you with my life... you know that.”
Edgas smiled, and put a hand on Doc’s shoulder, “I do. Burdous will have that thing figured out soon, and then... I’ll know what to do. I just need you to trust me a little further.”
Doc gave a hesitant nod, “ok,” and then, a smile both bitter and sweet, “ok.” He clapped a hand on Edgas’s shoulder, “you’re a good friend, Ed, I know you’ll do right by us, and them.”
Forcing down a wince, Edgas smiled back instead, “hey, speaking of Burdous, I think his cold’s getting worse. Would you mind maybe taking a look at him?”
“I already did,” Doc shuddered, “didn’t need to see that tattoo... artist must’ve been scarred for life, too...”
“What?”
“Er, nothing,” Doc jumped, “but anyways, yeah, it’s just a cold. Probably exacerbated by this dry, recycled air. Nothing to worry about.” He punctuated this with a couple of dry, rasping coughs of his own.
“Wait, not you too?” Edgas frowned.
Doc gave a shrug, nodding to the closed hatch, “he’s a smart guy, and he’s right. This is an isolated ecosystem and he’s just brought all sorts of alien bugs into it. We’ll all probably end up coming down with something.” He sighed, “I’d better go check the date on that barrel of Vitamin C tabs in storage.”
Edgas nodded, “ok. And as soon as the excitement’s over, have Doreyme and Fahso do a full physical diagnostic and calibration of the entire sensor network. If we can’t cross-reference the data, we can at least verify it. If these readings aren’t just anomalies...” he shrugged, “I might have to rethink a few things.”
“Got it, Boss,” Doc gave a nod and a grin, and then was gone.
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“Oh, there you are,” she said with a huff, “I was about to come find you. They say is almost time.”
“Sorry, had some clerical issues to tie up,” Edgas offered an awkward grin.
“If you say so,” she eyed him a moment, “I still do not get what all this fuss is about. I have seen an eclipse before. It happens every month, everyone has seen an eclipse before.”
His grin became a touch brighter, “do you remember seeing an eclipse?”
“Well... no...” PЦTIЙ. He had her, there.
“Trust me, you’ve never seen one like this,” and his grin became a real smile.
A knock on the window of the upper hatch of this small node drew their attention. Edgas gave a thumbs-up, then there was a click and a hiss, and a cold blast of air rushed around her. It smelled wonderfully... alien, after knowing nothing but the unrealized smells in this confined space for as long as she could remember. She squinted up as a figure appeared in the brightness above, and Lumpy’s rough, misshapen hand reached down. She hesitated only a moment before taking it.
“Eeeeeeeeeek!”
The motion was so swift and effortless that it drew the shriek from her lips, yet almost before she realized it, she was plopped down and embraced by a refreshingly light, cold breeze.
“Ye’ll watch yer step up here young miss, yar,” Lumpy smiled a squinty smile, guileless as any she’d ever seen from Edgas, “‘tis slippery, shore.”
She smiled back, but before she could say anything, the odd sensation of color just at the edge of her vision drew her away.
“Woooooowwwwwww...”
She... had expected more, well, white...
But staring out over the frozen landscape, such lack of color was nowhere to be seen. Far to the south, a fat, gibbous sun squatted on the horizon burning orange, and she found she could look at it with no discomfort. The ice around bloomed with fire, with yellows and reds and golds, all sparkling like the jeweled heaps of a vast and untouched treasure stretching off to infinity. Above, the crimson glow of the that eternal sunrise faded to blue in a cloudless sky, and then pinks and purples and indigos, all crowned with a swirling diadem of green and yellow as the aurora danced, a font of beauty in the place where morning gathered.
She turned in a slow circle, lost in the spectacle, and was only dimly aware when the ground simply ceased beneath her left foot, and for the moment, didn’t much care.
“Whoah! Careful there, I’ve got you!”
It took a conscious effort to pull her mind back to that moment, where she found Edgas holding her by one arm and her foot hanging over a veritable abyss.
“It’s something, isn’t it?” he grinned.
“Er, yes...” she stepped away from the edge. Now with her senses regained, it wasn’t quite an abyss, but still would have been a five meter drop into snow that may not have been as soft as it looked.
“Here, you’d best put these on,” Edgas handed her some things, zipping up his own puffy jacket and pulling on a knit cap.
She looked at the kit. Mittens, which were nice, her hands were getting a bit cold, and... some kind of harness?
“Do I really need... this?”
Edgas glanced up, “its a bit of a climb, but we’ve got it down to a science, now.”
“Climb?” she followed his gaze... and nearly toppled over again from a flash of vertigo, “I... I cannot climb that! I can barely walk...” It must be thirty or forty meters... straight up...
She felt his steadying hand on her shoulder, “you’ll be all right. I’ll be right behind you, and Lumpy here will be hauling you up on the cable.”
Lumpy smiled a lumpy smile.
“Um...” she suddenly felt strangely anxious, “for me, is really not worth such trouble... I... can see fine from here...”
“Shore’n thart’s the best seat inna house, yar,” Lumpy gave her a sober nod, “‘tis a great courtesy th’ Boss be given yer, young miss. We’d all be castin’ lots fer the privilege, oth’rwise.”
Again she stared up at some sort of tower, flanked by a caged ladder that seemed to go on forever, “oh... kay...” She held her arms out as Edgas fastened the harness around her, it jangled with metal rings and felt assuringly stout. Finally, she approached the ladder and wrapped a hand around a rung, if just to keep it from trembling.
I... I should not be nervous of this... I... I know that...
With that thought in her mind, she set her jaw and planted a foot.
“You’ll do fine, I’ll be right behind you,” Edgas gave her one last encouraging, slightly awkward smile.
As she climbed, Lumpy heaved on the line. Well, gave it a light pull with one hand. She found she was able to make the ascent easily, letting her weight hang from the harness as needed. Soon the metal cage surrounded her, and just as he said, Edgas was right behind her the whole time.
“What even...” she panted, “is this thing?”
“Radio mast,” Edgas said, his own breathing unperturbed, “the main arrays are taller but there’s a crow’s nest up top.”
She nodded, pulling herself upward. She made a point not to look down, yet as she looked out, a disquieting feeling came over her that had nothing to do with the height. The beauteous expanse seemed to shift, the the orange and yellow no more the glow of treasure but of flames... as if the world itself were burning beneath them. For a moment she slowed, but the kiss of heat against her cheeks spurred her onward.
“You... you alright?” Edgas called up.
“Fine,” she huffed, suddenly finding the cold, refreshing air gone.
Fire... everything was on fire...
And as she looked up, the spectacle of the sky, too, had grown rancid. She no longer saw a slow fade of color one to the next but a stark line across the heavens. Darkness and light pitted against each other, as if in battle, the aurora’s bright splashes now the harsh, blinding peak of conflict, of suffering, and at the center of it all, driving it, forcing it on as stellar fire scoured the landscape below away...
She looked down, his eyes.., and screamed.
“Whoah! You ok?” in an instant, he was there.
She blinked, shaking the vision from her mind, not sure what she had just...
“Should have warned you about looking down, it can really catch you off guard this high.”
“Yes, looked down, I am ok,” she waited for the quaking in her arms to subside, “scared myself. Perhaps... perhaps we should go back...”
“We’re already there,” Edgas grinned, pointing up, “just a few more meters.”
She looked, certain it had seemed much farther only a moment ago. But, closer than going down, and she desperately wanted something solid under her feet. So she moved on, at last stepping off onto metal grating that thankfully had a nice, high railing she could just barely see over.
Even with what she had just seen the view from up here was, well, spectacular.
“Welcome to the top of the world,” Edgas said, “we’re just in time,” he took up a position just a short distance away, “look...”
“I still do not see...” but she looked anyway. From here, the sun was perhaps just a bit fatter than before, still a brilliant orange. A few far, whispy clouds in the distance glowed back red. But as she watched, the brightness dimmed. Soon, she could see a dark disc slowly chewing its way across the brilliance.
Something buried in her mind nudged her, “but... at this latitude, we will not even see totality...”
“Just watch...”
She watched. The golden landscape receded, fading briefly to white, then grey, then shadow. The dark shape of the Mün reached toward its zenith, a bare blaze of sun still appearing to poke out just above it. That diminished, faded, drifted away, and then...
She gasped and pressed hands to her mouth as the sky exploded.
Before... the cavalcade of light she had seen before was but a pale, languished thing compared to what now greeted her eyes. Colors in shimmering, iridescent shades she never could have imagined burst forth from that point on the horizon, racing across the firmament, painting it like the fires of heaven. They swayed and cavorted, exulting, sweeping away the strife and decay of the blasted landscape that had assaulted her mind just moments ago. Before this onslaught, such things of darkness had no power. Before this force, they fled as from the very forge of Creation itself.
Her arms fell to her sides, her face bathed in the billion dancing revelations of primordial Light, and thought her heart might break from the beauty of it.
“It’s Minmus, you know,” Edgas said a thousand light years away, “only visible up here, every few years. With the solar glare blocked, the coronal light refracting through its atmosphere can be seen interacting with charged particles in the—““Shut up.”
“‘Kay.”
Whether it went on for eternity or an instant, she couldn’t tell, and didn’t much care. She had only the most vestigial awareness of Edgas suddenly fumbling something from his coat.
“That was Burdous,” he said, putting his phone away, “he’s had a breakthrough. It’s... it’s time.”
“‘Kay.”
Eternity, or an instant, she couldn’t tell, but somewhere in it, her hand found his.
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14: 3500
15: 3900
16: 3300
17: 5100
18: 4400
19: 2800
20: 3900
I think I’m beginning to see a pattern, here.
No wonder these keep taking so long anymore.
I think @Ten Key is finally starting to rub off on me.
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1 hour ago, Vanamonde said:
A serious note: STOP IT WITH THE HUGE JOKE POSTS.
They gum things up.
So... if we can’t chew gum, how about candy? I like candy.
Like Pez.
Because it... clicks.
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2 hours ago, Just Jim said:
It may sound a little weird, but it really remind me of a weird alien bug thing from a 1967 Hammer film called "Five Million Miles To Earth
Funny, I was thinking Baymax.
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Dedicated to @StrandedonEarth‘s machines:
@GDJ speaking of things that may or may not be forum safe...
you’re braver than I. Or know more German.
Myself: lots of these guys lately
Er, guys and gal...
Oh, ‘long as I’m at it...
a while back @Just Jim pointed me to Lacuna Coil, and I knew I’d heard that voice somewhere before. In case he hasn’t heard this one:
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15 minutes ago, Scotius said:
That sounds like a surefire recipe for awesome fireball
Quite.
But probably not the kind that results in controlled flight.
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Hmm. After all this speculation, it will be an interesting twist if this Samantha actually turns out to be a thoroughly decent Kerman being with the best of intentions who’s just grossly misread the situation.
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Well dangit, was hoping to have the next installment up tonight, but I just can't keep my eyes open any longer.
Hopefully this is an effect of fatigue and not literary quality.
Tomorrow for sure.
Stupid cold medicine.
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