| My attempts at writing English literature. Sci-fi mostly. |


Interlude. Ghost ship lore.Even in the civilized reaches of Metropolitan, space piracy wasnt unheard of. There were always daredevils and outlaws who risked their life trying to grab fortune and fame. They were armed, ruthless, inventive and very fast. Theyve had to be; otherwise they had extremely short lifespan. Operating on the fringes of faraway sectors or at the borders of Metropolis, gathering information about safe havens where distortion-driven ships stopped to gather energy for the next jump and to relieve their crews from effects of distortion lag, the pirates were one of the most professional spacefarers men knew. Theyve had expeInterlude. Ghost ship lore.


Friends and servants pt. 1- Ahem. So, professor, please let us return to the main theme of our interview. What do you think about the recent claims made by Sector Independence society about golems and other artificial creatures rights? - Well, if you want my opinion Of course, any self-respecting scientist will tell you the same, but to make long story short golems, as all other artificial creatures, are completely incapable of developing any self-conscience and cannot harbor things like emotions or feelings. Think of them as a sort of organic robots, able to do what theyre programmed to do. They cannot have any rFriends and servants pt. 1


Things like people, ver 0.1Those who wanted to reach their destination fast and safely, used the beacons, distortion gates and navstations scattered throughout the explored space: they sparkled amongst the stars on any map, some disappearing but some multiplying as their host worlds became vital travel and commerce hubs. You just needed to send an inquiry to the nearest navigation node, pay a fee and soon it gave you precise coordinates when and where you need to jump.Things like people, ver 0.1
At the wild space borders though, it wasnt really that safe. Fake beacons, stations overrun by pirates, even Navy patrol in a bad mood these were dangers any captain could face


Tomorrow will be betterOn the fringe of a broken and desolate ravine two figures appeared, both bulky and cumbersome, weighed by something strapped to their backs. One was smaller than the other and also more careless, it moved faster and rushed to the rocky edge. Grey pebble crumbled beneath its feet and in a cloud of dust fell down the slope. Bigger figure came closer and held the smaller ones hand firmly, preventing the fall.Tomorrow will be better
They stood there listening to the angry howling winds, gazed far into wounded, arid and lifeless land, strewn with large rock formations and rifts. In the middle of the dead landscape small metallic dome sprouted from the
| My attempts at writing English literature. Sci-fi mostly. |
what kind of spare parts do you have?
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Everyone polishes their sword in their own way. No matter how similar a sword would look the blade is always different.
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Everyone polishes their sword in their own way. No matter how similar a sword would look the blade is always different.
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Shoshite, toki wa ugoki Desu.
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Be mad. It helps.
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Shoshite, toki wa ugoki Desu.
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Be mad. It helps.
It gets better.
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Shoshite, toki wa ugoki Desu.
Just updated my Zeta C1
hope you like the paint so far
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Everyone polishes their sword in their own way. No matter how similar a sword would look the blade is always different.
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Be mad. It helps.
man this guy has tight joints!
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Everyone polishes their sword in their own way. No matter how similar a sword would look the blade is always different.
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