Chapter Three I could feel myself being activated for the first time in a long, long time.Chapter Three
I accessed the map of the room that the Watch had generated from the radar feedback. The room was a living room, from the looks of it. There was a couch, a table, a tv, and other furniture.
There was a man, too. A tall man with a sharp nose and an angular chin. He had shallow cheeks and a light stubble that complemented his thinner body. He wore a tweed suit that hung off of his frame. He was smiling excitedly at me, and at the girl who was
Chapter Two Every culture has its customs and rites, and in every culture the most exciting customs are those concerning the acceptance of a child into the adult community when he or she has come of-age. It’s the scary-excitement of shedding the childood years and accepting the responsibilities and burdens of becoming an adult. Customs change over time, though. Keeping up with the modern, technological times means that customs evolve and change. Modern day rites-of-passages are celebrated by expensive gifts and extravagant parties. This is seen more with children than anywhere else.Chapter Two
Chapter One The streets of most U.S. urban cities are a great source of culture, history, and art. This is probably more true for the streets of D.C. than any other, save perhaps New York.. The cities attract more than tourists and corporate businessmen. Cities are urban treasure troves. That’s what brought Stephen Wells to a run down pawn shop on a lesser-known D.C. street.Chapter One
Stephen Wells was an urban treasure hunter. An antique dealer by nature as well as profession, he would search the pawn shops and flea markets (as well as the occasional yard sale, though he would never ad
ProLog PrologProLog
Plamento Springs, Kansas was, for better or worse, a decidedly sleepy town. The diners opened at nine, just as they always had. The usual customers came in for their eggs and bacon, maby a pancake, and the morning paper before grabbing an extra cup of coffee for the road. That was a usual morning. Julia Rae was not having a usual morning. Julia was well known in the small rural town as the owner and operator of Julie’s Diner, the best (and, in fact, only) diner in town. That particular morning was ve
Nephelococcygia at Night“I think that one looks like a cat.”Nephelococcygia at Night
“No, it’s not. It’s a dog — like Mary’s — with a wagging tail. See?”
“Well that one’s a car.” Sam pointed to a roundish cloud with four lumps on the bottom.
“Yeah.” Morgan chewed on a piece of her hair. “So when’s your PU2 coming home?”
Sam’s second unit worked all the time. And Sam would tell Morgan about how his PU1 emitted little blubbering blips in the bathroom at night when she thought he was asleep.
“I don’t know. PU2 has a vacation comin
Portal: Fabrications Part 2Part II: Helpful AdvicePortal: Fabrications Part 2
“If at first you don’t succeed, you fail.”
(GLaDOS, from game menu)
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The neurotoxin, pumped up in noxious brain-corroding clouds from its acidic preparatory tanks, distracts the morning shift scientists from the fact that their testing environment is being used. She watches them for a time as they cough and choke and try to install new drivers to stop her. Then she withdraws into herself and turns the word father over and over in her thoughts. She knows that everything but a person’s thoughts can be
Portal: FabricationsPart 1:Arguably AlivePortal: Fabrications
Defense Logistic Agency solicits bids for development of fuel system icing inhibitor
...Aperture Proposal:
...inhibits ice but is also:
*A fully functioning Disk Operating System
*Arguably alive
(from in-game Aperture Science PowerPoint presentation) ***
He stands at the door of Aperture Laboratories with his daughter in the crook of his arm.
He says, “You ready for this?”
One of her paper-pliant hands brushes against the skin of his neck. “Yes.”
“Your mom gave
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Judge me now
Used to be afraid to let it show
Bow down
A king in my own mind
Every thing's in place
So much brighter from today
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Wash: Psychic, though? That sounds like something out of science fiction.
Zoe: We live in a spaceship, dear.
Wash: So?
<Firefly>
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