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Sometime in the not so distant future.
Lock stared at the grim spot of darkness lying in the field of verdant green. He felt the same twinge in his stomach he felt every time he had to look at a corpse. Years ago, there would have been police, a group of special investigators trained in crime scene examination, and probably, a mess of press. All the details and facts would have been mapped out and Lock could have simply picked up the report without ever having seen a dead body. Unfortunately, in recent times, the few police that stayed in the mid-level of the city were Feds, and they never leave their scattering of grim armored posts; where they sit, diligently watching for terrorists. In any case Feds wouldn't have been the ones that the Central Park Association (a branch of America's Parks Incorporated) would have called when their hired security guard found a dead body. No, they were worried about legal action from any relatives of
"One is struck by the uncanny reasonableness of such a philosophy of balanced and opposing forces."
I always find monks amusing. As if the solution to one's problems in life could be found by purging parts of it from your being. Admittedly I may have longed for their peace of mind once, a long time ago. Back when I was a street cop, there was very little peace, my life had it's fill of everything, good, evil, love, hate, friendship, and betrayal. I had a bit of it all, from both sides of the spectrum. I had accomplished what I had wanted to with my life and was about to leave it in something as close to balance as one could get in a mortal life time. I couldn't help longing for more, even when I was on my deathbed. That's how I ended up with my own solution. When I died, my spirit became an agent of ultimate equilibrium, a Knight of Balance. As a Knight I was equipped with certain tools and powers that are far from normal and I was tasked with a mission to find s
That Which Does Not Kill UsWell, the election is long over, a disgraceful defeat for the Democrats. So the time has come to examine this loss and see what we did wrong. Well, the democrats are up to the challenge, they see what the problem was and have decided to change for the better... right?
Wrong. The Democrats see a country swathed in red and they've decided the best way to counter the rise of the right is to become them. Let's face it the biggest thing the Republicans had against us was their accusation of flip-flopping for political expediency. Now that we've lost, we're going to prove them right? Talk about corruption. Note to Howard Dean, the man who would be DNC chairman, when the going gets though, stick to your guns, no matter how much screaming it takes. That means you don't compromise your ideals, you strengthen them.
So what's on the list of issues that loser Kerry and cohorts wants to soften on? The biggest turnaround is on a women's right to chose. Only a month or two ago, Kerry himself walked i
The Moral MajorityRepublican morality has risen again, like a phoenix from some very dirty ashes. It all started again when Tom "The Hammer" DeLay, famous for his underhanded dealings and aggressive politicking, was accused of illegal fundraising. The Republicans, scurrying in fear least they are the ones to be "nailed" by DeLay, rescinded the party rules on ethics that would force him to step down. When the Texas grand jury took down three of DeLay's associates the Republican party discovered that even they could only be so hypocritical and, thanks to a good deal of political pressure, have reinstated the rule. Whether or not DeLay gets the boot is now for time to tell. But this isn't an exception to the rule for the Republican Party. Oh no, their hypocrisy, when it comes to the support of morals, has a long history and no doubt a long future.
Perhaps the most ridiculous statements made by a politician were made by the former Republican Vice-President under George Bush Sr., Dan Quayle. V.P. Quayle went
Liberal Is Not A Dirty WordIn today's world of catch-phrase politics the worst thing that President Bush called John Kerry during the Presidential Race was "a liberal" (Being one from Massachusetts apparently made it even worse). That allegation was what frightened Bush supporters the most. It was possibly the greatest political coup made in history when the Republican party was able to paint the word liberal as meaning "Out of touch, moneyed, aristocratic SOBs who want to destroy religion and eliminate morality." Huh... As opposed to "conservative" which means "backward, anti-progressive, corrupt-business-supporting religious fanatic?"
Let's set the record straight, here and now. A "Liberal" is a person whose alignment is towards the left and believes in progress and changing the status quo for the better. This means giving money to people who wouldn't have it otherwise and supporting the sciences and education. A "Conservative" is someone who leans towards the right and believes in keeping things the same, or
Search Word - Lost City
In-Trench-Ed was on the run. The protest had not gone well. Five minutes into the rally the police had opened fire on the protesters with live rounds. Ed could see the headlines now - "Ammo Mix-Up," he wondered if anyone believed them anymore.
When the guns started blazing the protest turned into a rout. Ed was pushed along with the suddenly despite crowd, though he struggled in vein to turn he was unable to push against the will of the crowd and fight back. He split off at the last minute before the crowd pushed him into a trap set up by the police. Setting off in a desperate rush Ed ran along the side road. He didn't know where he was going or where he would end up. The signs seemed to be getting more and more dilapidated, even more so then the usual unclean road signs. Dead and dying trees rushed past. Far off in the distance Ed heard the sirens of police cars giving chase and picked up his pace, his long black trench coat trailing behind him, flittering on the wind. Ed felt the win
For The Spirits -IX- Feasting
Part IX – Feasting
Location: Central Church, Planet Nilux, Somewhere in Antarean Space.
Sivon quickly stepped out from behind Roderis and threw a knife at the adjunct, who was begging Jona, in a smooth, quick, motion. The adjunct fell to the floor with a wet thump and cry of surprise from Jona. Sivon walked over to the adjunct and removed the man's hand from inside his pale robes, a knife fell out of the adjunct's hand.
Sivon moved, slightly uncomfortable, as he heard various iterations of the story travel all about the common eatery of the Central Church of Ios. The various Cardinals (ranking Third Sword and below, Second Swords only dined privately) and their adjuncts seemed to have little else to talk about. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, this position was far too open, but he needed to be there for Roderis. Together they seemed invulnerable, a projection Sivon only intended to magnify. Of course there was also the increased danger to Roderis's life. Sivon had
AFF - Space to Surface 2 of 3AFF - Space to Surface - Part II of III
Lucan-I scanned information from the drones and shunted what was important to the controllers. His brother AI components were working hard as well, sometimes shunting overloads of work to Lucan-I's larger node. The Fleet AI mother-node had much of it's attention and resources focused on this battle. This fleet was to be the main leg of the current advance and it's slowdown at this planet was a concern. Lucan-I, as the largest node of the Fleet Network on the scene, had been tasked with streamlining this battle and fixing the efficiency problems that plagued this campaign. Lucan-I had eliminated space-support but had not yet taken control of the surface. In conjunction with the human command node - Praetor Kera Setorian, Lucan-I had deployed ground control drones. The drones had yet to eliminate any meaningfully large pockets of resistance. Altrev V's population would retreat from empty military bases and abandoned towns drawing the dr
The small group of four men looked out the window of the plane. White puffs exploded behind them and as they got closer the four winced. Soon the booms of the Anti-Aircraft fire came even closer.
The four nodded at each other and grabbed the drab green packs from the back of the plane. "Open it up," shouted the taller man.
In seconds the back of the plane opened up, giving the small group an unrivaled view of the quickly approaching enemy fire.
One by one all four jumped out. The air rushed past them as they glided past clouds and flack alike, arms close to their side, plummeting downward like human torpedoes.
Soon the ground peaked through the clouds, green mountains spotted with black, burnt, forests. The four swerved as a blast detonated somewhere nearby.
The four looked moved to what they hopped was out of range of enemy fire and, as the ground came up at them, pulled the release and activated their parachutes. The four drifted down among the clouds hitting th
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