Contact LightThere is a shiver along my circuitry when he comes in to check on me. I hear my gears whirr faster, but only for a moment, before my system re-adjusts their speed. I watch him from the corner of my eye, the task before me boring, monotonous, while he is exciting, lively. Lively. I run the word through my processor, its meaning sparking along my wires, slithering between my circuit board. He stops in front of me, glasses falling against the bridge of his nose.
He scribbles something on the clipboard he is holding and I watch as the ligaments and muscles flex in his arm. I rotate my vision down to my own arms, similar in design, but slimmer, more delicate. My shiny copper exterior glints, but I can see the spider web of veins on his skin. They pulse with vitality and intensity.
I remind myself that I only have circuits, wires, gears, metals. He looks into my line of vision, eyes blinking as he pushes his glasses up.
"C9, how are you functioning today?"
I run a systems diagnostic, careful
Green GooGreen Goo
By Theo Winters
Written for Arrow Quivershaft
Thenyr took in a long drink of water as he relaxed on the bench, waiting for his name to be called for his next round. He didn't think it would take that much longer as the final fight of the quarter-finals was almost wrapped up, the two contestants dance around the large open ring as they battled it out. The crowd was loving it, cheering so loudly it was hard to tell if they were for the lion or the fox.
The tall thoradan (though most of the crowd thought he was a hawk) was rooting for the lion to win if only because he seemed like he would be easier to beat in the next round. Sadly it didn't seem likely, the fox was thin and nimble and was easily moving in and out of the range of the heavier lion. The lion himself seemed to be tired out, his tail thrashing from side to side.
Still, the lion was giving it his all and was able to surprise his foe with a quick twist of his body, sending his tail out to smack at the fox's face as a
F-Zero: Seppuku 3/3 - Lap 67
From within a beautiful garden, Chiya and Rose sat adjacent to one another. Chiya, as usual, was clothed—unlike her blood sister. Both ladies were drinking from small cups of powerful tasting tea. Chiya’s drink contained a strong cherry flavor, one that she could never find in reality. The world that Rose was shaping within Chiya’s mind was gradually become more of a fantasyland for Chiya; however, she couldn’t fully enjoy it.
Chiya roughly placed the cup down against her waist and growled softly. Rose’s eyelids raised just barely, “I take it you’re still upset?”
“So what if Abby has a crush on my boyfriend? She’s not going to succeed with anything.”
Rose shook negatively, “Abby isn’t doing anything wrong, even I can see that. Why can’t you?” Chiya lowered her eyebrows contemptuously, “Did her weeping not dishearten you?”
“Yeah, but if things worked out in her favor, sh
DesertionA Letter to Director of Operations,
Colonel Trisha Wilkins;
Operation Titanbreak is a failure. Not but an hour into the engagement, the backbone of the 111th was already broken. Tanks, light assault vehilces--manpower, lost in staggering amounts.
The creature isn't from this world, Colonel. Nothing we can do will stop it. I've seen what it's capable of--arcing trails of energy ripped Los Angeles apart in seconds. We can't get close to it--thousands of tentacles are there and ready to smash our offensive.
What's more, I've heard horrifying reports from the Sacramento area. Operations to retrieve the dead and wounded have come up empty-handed; not a body in the entire city.
Frankly, Colonel Wilkins, I'm sure you understand my concern for the validity of our efforts. And I hope you understand you can't stop me from resigning--I'm heading to collect my family and find somewhere safe, out of reach. As for California, it's a lost cause. I fear what place will fall after that.
Don't try to tr
RAV: The Military CasteFoxen castes are pretty well defined.
Nobles are, well, nobles. They’re the ones that collect taxes, own the land, and make the laws.
Commoners obey the laws, do the work, and run the businesses. They also happen to own most of the orbitally based communications and news gathering companies, which have historically resisted being taken over by the Noble caste to be used as propaganda arms, and whose autonomy is now law. 
The Military caste wears uniforms. All the uniforms. Which is why the name “Military” is a bit of misnomer. “Service” would be more accurate. The most obvious and common form is in fact in one of the branches of pure military function, such as the space forces, marines, ground troops and the relatively tiny “wet” navy. But the requirement that every Commoner and the fact that most Nobles spend three years in mandatory Service, means the services have more bodies than they really need to in the Shooty Bits portion of things,
F-Zero: Seppuku 3/3 - Lap 66
“Think fast!” shouted Seppuku.
Earl looked up and was suddenly hit straight against the face by a salt shaker. He nearly fell over as a result. Chiya and Abigail both gasped, but Seppuku merely returned to his food. All three young adults gave him intense looks of anger.
“I gave him more than enough time to react...”
Earl slammed the salt shaker down beside his plate and growled whilst rubbing his forehead, “When I request that you 'hit me some salt.' I'm obviously not asking to be hit.”
“Well Jesus damn Christ...”
Abigail brought her hands together and smiled faintly, “Are you okay?”
He closed his eyes and nodded, “Just have a blazing feeling near my right temple...”
Earl slammed his eyes shut and ducked his head, both Chiya and Abigail had widened their eyes. Seppuku momentarily burst out laughing and slapped his hand down. Earl slowly opened an eye, then l