tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post3763054510557080934..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Sunday August 13th, 2017Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-46087644182123223892017-08-29T20:44:44.181-07:002017-08-29T20:44:44.181-07:00Greg - well, it's smokey again right now, so.....Greg - well, it's smokey again right now, so... yup.<br /><br />Yes, he's becoming quite the storyteller :)<br /><br />Ah, a continuation of something I'd forgotten I wanted continued! What a pleasant surprise. And that ending interaction is just so good. Can't wait to find out what awaits us in the darkness!Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-29043167518092138782017-08-15T00:25:11.337-07:002017-08-15T00:25:11.337-07:00The fresh air sounds good, I hope the smoke stays ...The fresh air sounds good, I hope the smoke stays away for you too :) And the meteor shower sounds rather nice as well, even if there weren't a lot of them. I rather like Max's idea of the meteors dancing on the table for you, but I think he might not be planning on being an astronomer in the future. A novelist, maybe :)<br /><br /><b>The meteor shower</b><br />Lieutenant Rache's hand snapped out and grabbed my wrist. Before I could even react his face was up against mine, our noses just touching and his breath cold against my skin.<br />"Look, <i>Harry</i>," he said, his voice leaving no doubt at all that he didn't believe me, "I might believe you read books about accountants and that exciting for you is a particularly light shade of grey, or perhaps some beige, but I don't believe that you can beat an AI at tic-tac-toe, let alone nine times out of ten. But I am certain that you've somehow managed to get my ship to leave without me -- without <i>us</i> in fact -- and that is going to change."<br />He stepped away again and the doors in front of us slid open. He smiled; wolfish but self-satisfied. "See?" He tapped his sleeve, letting go of my wrist. "Ship, return to dock immediately. You have an imposter aboard. Code Excalibur Vincere Natus. Acknowledge and confirm."<br />My sleeves contracted slightly and I pulled them down over my wrists, straightening them out.<br />"Confirmed," said the voice of the officer who'd delivered the bad news earlier. "Countercode: Moratorium Perseid Inviscid. But captain, there's no imposter, there's just a ghost in the system that made us think it was you."<br />Lieutenant Rache checked his suit systems. "Countercode confirmed," he said. "Ok, well that needs to be checked: we're supposed to hardened to electronic intrusion. I want-"<br />"Hardened doesn't mean-"<br />"-you to return-"<br />"-impervious, Sir-"<br />"<i>do not talk over me!</i>"<br />"Sorry Sir,"<br />"Return here immediately and pick me up. I have Mar Coquan with me, no matter what he pretending to be."<br />"...four hours, Sir."<br />"WHAT?"<br />There was a momentary silence and my sleeves wriggled again. I adjusted my stance, putting my feet slightly wider than shoulder-width apart and lowering my centre of gravity a touch. Lieutenant Rache sneered at me.<br />"Sir, we're on the other side of a meteor shower. Well, stream since they're just passing. It will be four hours before we can re-engage with the habitat."<br />The lieutenant sighed. "Fine, I and Mar will have a chat about his claims to be the most boring man in the history of the world while we wait for you."<br />A panel in the ceiling above me popped out and clattered the floor next to me. Lieutenant Rache reached for me, but the habitat's artificial gravity inverted as he did so and I fell up -- well, down now -- into the newly opened hatch and Lieutenant Rache's hand grabbed but then lost a handful of my shirt.<br />And I plunged into darkness.Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com