Archive for March, 2016

Rings of Fate S1xE2 – Explorer – Discoveries (pt.5)

allringsfinal2.pngFiery streaks were drawn across the sky, visible by day and night. The distant thunder of objects breaching the soundbarrier as they entered earth’s atmosphere was omnipresent, followed by the appearance of yet another streak. “I’m going on the Explorer, Dad. Tell Mum that I am sorry.” Nye turned to an elderly man. His cheerfulness vanished from his face, slowly he stepped toward his daughter. “For what? Surviving?” He shook his head. “Don’t worry, your mother understands. We will live on through you.”

After a short embrace Nye’s father stepped back. “I guess you lived in starship city all this time, you should return there.” Nervously Nye looked at the time on her cellphone. The flight was due in three hours. “I guess I should.” After an awkward pause she hugged her father again. “I love you dad. And mum. Everyone.”

“I know kid. We love you too.”

 

Nye awoke to the sound of her alarm beeping from her nightstand. Grumbling she turned it off, got up. Wouldn’t there be a chance to meet Jacob, she would prefer to stay in bed.

“Today’s schedule?” Her voice sounded like an angry bear woken from its slumber. “Meeting with the feasibility group on project Ericsson at 10, open invitation for lunch with Jacob Charles at 12:30,”

“Confirm invitation, but request for rescheduling at 14:00!” She interrupted the computer voice, a moments pause later she was doing her morning routine, left her quarters mere twenty minutes after getting up. The hardest thing I ever had to do was giving up coffee for life, she thought while walking to the tube. Maybe Jacob has some growing in that garden?

The ride to her office offered little new, Karla came in late. Leif had sent more telemetry, but was way past Ericsson, only more of nothing, including that it would shut down communication since it was drawing on its power supply.

Although powered by a small thermonuclear device it had to conserve energy too. “What is new?” Heavy german accent woke Nye from her train of thought.

“Nothing. Why do you ask?”

Karla curled her lips, “You are dating that bioengineer, yes?”

Feeling her lips turn to smile and her cheeks warm with the heat of a blush, Nyr turned away to face the screens again. “Yes. We’re having lunch today.” I hope.

Again her mind wandered off, to the ten o’clock meeting with the feasibility group. “We have that meeting today.”

“You’re just trying to change topic! So how is it going with that plant doctor?”

Again smiling and blushing like a schoolgirl Nye sighed. “Well.” Am I a substitute for a decent soap opera? “He showed me some of their work.” Both of them smiled.

 

In the feasibility meeting for a potential landing on Ericsson, Nye was pleasantly surprised by the fact that the involved scientists thought it possible to land a small group and bring them back.

Their curiosity about the rogue planet was just as big as hers. Mostly astrophysicists, geologists and astrobiologists. If it was up to them, they would be going themselves, staying long enough for Destiny to pick them up after ten years. Studying the first truly alien world they came across was an opportunity they did not want to miss. Formed in a solar system other than the one they came from. Especially the civilisation that had perished there.

Only one medical doctor had joined the the group, and he too was convinced that a human could, if prepared amd protected properly, survive the extreme acceleration. His main concern was with germs that the visitors brought with them to the foreign environment, and how to feed the group there if the worst should happen to occur.

But the consensus of the group was clear, it was not only feasible, but also, necessary.

 

Still she had to steal herself away from the meeting, so she could make it on time to her date with Jacob.

As before they met up at the access to the tube network where they first met. Somehow Nye wasn’t looking forward to her next meeting with Doctor Donal.

It had been Jacob who set the date, Nye set the time, and thus she had prepared food in one of the mass halls in the outer sections of the ring. Close to noone lived there yet, the hall was empty.

Stools and chairs covered with sheets, rese, bling almost a scene from a horror movie, or a ghost town’s deserted diner.

Lunch came in bags that they had picked up.

“I must confess, before I’ve met you, I never had heard your name used as a first name before.” Nye lowered her fork, she was drowning in dark brown eyes. “Well,” she cleared her throat, “that’s because it usually isn’t a first name. My mother is sort of a late hippy.” As so often when she spoke with, or about Jacob, she blushed. “I was conceived on New Years Eve, my name is an acronym for that. N. Y. E., Nye.”

Neither could help but laugh, echoes of the empty hall were swallowed by the sheets on stools and tables. “Do you have any questions about my name?”

Musing for a moment Nye played with the fork. “Not realy.” She admitted finally. “But I definitely am a member of team Jacob.”

“You watched those movies?” He blurted out, glad he left out that he found them god awful. “Yes.” Nervously she picked up some food.”But then I read the books, and hated the movies.” She winked.

A moment of silence paseed between them, Nye felt awkward. “What movies did you watch?”

A broad grin appeared on Jacob’s face, exposing white teeth that made Nye feel like hers were black. “I enjoyed all the nerdy stuff that could get you horribly beaten up in South Africa. But if my information is correct, it could get you horribly beaten up anywhere else too.” Again they shared laughter.

Outside the hall sounds alerted them to someone else in the otherwise empty part of ship. Peeking over her shoulder Jacob just greeted someone with a nod, then they were alone once again. “Just a colleague, tending the plants in the hallways.” he quickly explained.

Although the outer levels of the rings were largely uninhabited, the hallways and common rooms were filled with plants, just like in all other parts of the ship, producing oxygen.

Before Jacob knew what happened, Nye had gotten up, bowed over the table and kissed him. Baffled, but glad he returned the kiss. A muffled computer voice in Nye’s pocket told them that a mere fifteen minutes had passed since their lunch break had begun. Slowly she pulled her hand from her pocket, with which she had pressed the button on her HUD glasses to tell the time.

“Fifteen minutes to go.” She breathed only centimetres from Jacob’s face.

Her intention of moving slow in this relationship was melting away rapidly.

No. There was no moving slow.

If her dream was a sign from her subconscious, as her therapist would tell her, it was a sign that there was no time to move things slow.

Life was precious.

And short.

 

With one look Karla knew how her colleague had spent her lunch break. The messed up hair and hastily rebuttoned clothes told her everything she needed to know. “Anything happened I should know about?”

Karla shook her head, suppressing a smirk. “Good, … then, …” Nye stammered looking around. “I, … uhm, I need a minute or two, … to,” her desperate search for an excuse to leave once more so she could make herself representable again was interrupted by the beeping of an incoming transmission.

A quick look at the source was cause enough for both of them to pause.

The Magellan probe.

Second farthest of the probes sent in advance to RV-p 296.

Radiation associated with antimatter detected. “Our children will run into this when they are in their forties.” If I had kids right now that is. Nye swallowed. “Contact the Admiral.” Karla suggested with an ill feeling in her stomach.

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Crappy Easter 4/4

Nothing says resurrection of Christ, quite like a bunny shaped pillow and a stoned plushie.
Nothing.

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Because the death and resurrection of story of this Jesus dude, would be nothing without the integral parts of drug addicted rodents that multiply faster than a virus in an unvaccinated child.
Really.
It’s there, look it up.

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Until next time,
Take care, keep shopping, and good bye.
A.

War Journal – 1 Swift Wings (ep6)

Leif sat under a fir near the house waiting for Eric. “You came!” Eric sounded surprised as he emerged from the darkness behind Leif. “Theobald paid us a visit just today, he was worried for you, in two days he had not seen so much as a thread of your cloak, let alone you. He figures you stowed away somewhere in that keep of yours.” Leif smirked, such was his intention, the old knight needed not to know where he had been.With slight envy Leif studied the stubs on his father’s face. He had hidden for two day sin the forest, oher than a smell and some dirt, no one could tell. But there was not a single hair sprouting on hos cheeks and chin. Obviously his father hadn’t shaved in those two days, sporting a manly stub. “So what did you.want me to come here for?” Leif had had time to calm down but the reminder of his shortcomings on his father’s face made him angry again. “Come.” Eric smiled, turning away from the farn again. His guests thought him ill, lying in a cabin in the woods where he and Thorsten woukd retreat to when surprised by heavier-than-usual storms while working their fields, so not a single one of them would be missing him. “I had promised your moher to raise Erica to a woman she’d be proud in. It wounds me deeply I probably won’t be able to do so.” he announced as they wandered through the darkness of the woods. The conifers around them darkened the land further, not that it hadn’t been dark before. Stronger wind gusts told of the forest lightening up ahead of them, soon giving way to some undergrowth, berries most like. From the shelter cabin that Eric was supposedly lying in their path went further to the west. Through now empty fields, sheltered from the winds ferocious zeal by undergrowth and trees, nothing more than clearings in the forest. As they passed through a group of treestumps in he middle of the forest Leif felt painfully reminded of the boat his brothers in the order were building. “There we are.” Eric’s voice was laden with pride.Gently waves caressed the prow of the little ship, though the wind blew quite violently, and soft rain mixed with spray from the ocean blew with the gusts, the ship only rocked a little. Undoubtedly both due to its design and he small bay it lay in. Waves of the sea only rolled ashore there when the tide went in. From the deck came gentle light from a lantern hung at the mast, one of the lanterns that snuffed the flame if the winds should sweep it off and shatter the tank holding the oil. “Thorsten helped me build her whenever time allowed us.” Eric climbed a knotted rope at the side of the ship. Leif followed, still lost for words. “Your.order might have taken your idea into their own hands, but you and I will leave the pole in pursuit of your endeavor.” “You are coming as well?” finally having found his tongue again Leif stopped gazing around the ship long enough to stare at his father. “There is no way I’m letting you go alone, Erica will be raised by Thorsten and his wife. Most like she’ll be raised as their daughter, with her nephew as brother of the same age.” Eric looked up the mast with dismay. “Unless the lass birthens a girl too!” he added, wishing he could stay and raise Erica, doung right by Yngrid, but the dire tones Leif had sung when talking about the perils their people faced drove him to do otherwise. Thorsten was not only understanding but more than willing to agree to not selling Erica into a marriage agreement before she was of an age, and consenting. Both Thorstens wife and Yngrid had always been insistent on the consent of their potential daughters. Most marriage arrangements were consensual, although some families tried to get an arrangement before time. Navigating the ship through the narrows of the bay was the hardest part, no ne alive on the pole had much experience in sailing, although there were a few fishermen in the eastern village. They were positioned inside a bay that experienced little waves, unless a heavy storm wreaked havoc on the land, outside the bay waves crushed at the rocks, ebbed down on the narrow opening, allowing the people of the bay to sail. “Westward, until the storms end.” Eric announced after he and Leif had successfully left their little bay, and braved the waves that rose out in the sea. Behind them the sun rose, and turned the clouds into colorful specs in a dark gray sky. Soon the color vanished again and the sky turned from a sea of color, ranging from dark gray to rosé and pink, as well as orange and blood like crimson, into a mixture of different grays. All the while rain was driven around the pole in a clockwise motion by the winds.Soaked by both rain and spray from the waves that broke against the backboard side of the ship and its prow, Eric manned the rudder. Leif had his hands full keeping the sail from ripping and he ropes from tangling. The design of the small vessel provided shelter from most of what the angry sea thad to throw at them, but some waves managed to reach the railing and unload water onto the deck. Using his.knowledge from keeping his granary sealed Eric had made certain that the lower compartment of the ship remained dry.

Crappy Easter 3/4

Cages, broken eggshells, and shooting gallery training targets.

Okay, I have a theory.

This was for a shelved Jurassic Park movie. The raptors hatched from the eggs, and were supposed to trap themselves in the cages, but since they have some anomalous DNA in them, they Chameleon their way around this by appearing as bunny shaped shooting targets…

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Here’s a pro tipp, you want half an eggschell?
Ostrich farm. They sell ’em, and they do NOT look lile crap.

Crappy Easter 2/4

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Don’t you love itnhow he stands there all like “Bitch always undercooks the eggs.” While she looks as if she laid them herself, colored them to resemble the Irish flag, and seems to ask herself – in a moment of self awareness – why she’s holding this crap, a bunny can’t cook irish sparrow eggs, “you little snottlet”.

So 20 euros for one of the soulsnatching, demon hatching, oirish Bunnies from hell, with an attitude.
Nope. I think not.

Crappy Easter 1/4

It is that yime of the year again, the one where the highest Christian holiday is taking place!

Yes, you read that right. This one is the highest Christian holiday, not that disturbing massdelusion of consumerism in December (for which I still need to make an index).

Anyhow, let us celebrate today’s alleged crucifixion of Jesus Christ, by carrying around colored eggs in this abominable paper trashbag

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In all honesty, the transfixed stare this bag sports, paired with the small, but definitely recognisable smirk is more the stuff of nightmares, than glee and joy. Better keep it away from the kids, unless your little snowflakes from hell are already psychologically disturbed little demon spawns…

Do not come to Austria!

That is the message our foreign ministry wants to send to potential migrants/refugees from Afghanistan, by running a campaign in TV Radio and on busses and print there.

Are you fraking kidding me?

This is called negative advertising. It makes people want to come to Austria. Why?

Simple psychology. “They don’t want us going there. It must be the land of milk and honey, lets go there!”

Jesus refugee Christ in a warzone.
Do these people have advisers? Do these advisers have a functional brain and/or sense of reality? Let alone a degree in psychology? I know I don’t have one, but I’d go to the land that ADVERTISES not to come.

Clearly a lot of effort and cash went into making these anti-adverts, and that means, they got to hide something, don’t want to share.
I need to go there!

Dear ministry of foreign affairs in Austria, step down.
All of you.
Now.

The refugee crisis won’t be solved by running anti-adverts for Austria in the countries where many of the refugees come from. Help ending the wars. Then the refugees will go home, or stay there.
Simple. Takes more effort, but the solution is really simple…

Take care,
A.