The Soft War - Chapters 1 and 2
The staccato gunfire startled him, echoing along crumbling brick walls, fading into silence.
"...a small band of renegades escaped the quarantine area this morning and managed to make it into the Buffer Zone. They carried ancient projectile weapons, but were quickly apprehended before they could enter the city. No citizens of Shore were harmed..."
A sideways flick of his forefinger muted the sound from the holo projection hanging just in front of him. There was a light pressure against the finger, as if pushing against a lever.
Torbin continued to monitor a dozen news channels nearly simultaneously, periodically changing the volumes, or pausing some to concentrate on others. At times the movements of his hands and fingers were merely a blur. Accompanying each gesture was a tactile response that changed depending on the purpose of the action.
A pulsing hum in
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Mermaid's DreamSwimming in an endless sea,
Living under the water so free,
Light above, Darkness below,
Where it started, no one knows.
Searching as I transcend,
Willing to comprehend,
What more could there be,
Other than the endless sea.
Is there another world above?
It's inhabitants able to love?
What would I give,
To find a way to live,
Out of the sea,
If only it could be.
I know not of that world,
Its stories untold,
beckoning me closer,
Like a song from it's composer.
Do I stay or do I swim?
Lose some scales and gain more skin?
Should I leave what I know behind,
And seek out a brighter sky?
Re:Trout heart Replicai. Strain Theory
Strain theory states that people are conditioned to want success, though not all are given the means to achieve it. When success cannot be reached, strain is created, which gives birth to deviance.
"It's just a matter of trying hard enough." Griseldis had told herself often, rejecting the idea. She had tried hard enough to get various diplomas, find ways to pay for them, and start her life. It was a strain, but there was no deviance - just a nice one bedroom apartment and more luxury than she had imagined herself having. She had enough money to throw around and buy good food and provide for someone else.
She had enough money to buy fancy lingerie, as silly a luxury it was.
Looking in the mirror, it was right. It was flattering. But it felt wrong. Maybe because it wasn't gray, like she was used too. Maybe because she had all these aspirations of that special Honeymoon, but she and the man were not a ver
aren't you proud of me?
Haven't I done enough Daddy?
Am I not your little girl?
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
but can you please come back?
I promise I'll do better.
I promise I can be perfect.
Don't you love me?
Look I drew you a picture,
will you come home now?
Where did you go?
Please come back.
Mommy says you don't care anymore
but I know it's not true.
It can't be true.
You don't even call anymore.
You said you loved me
and that I was your princess,
then why aren't you here?
Please come home.
I want my Daddy back.
The Cudgel #1 Call to Action
As the University of Arayton Lions were gearing up for their football game, they were listening to the radio in the locker room. Mark heard the report say that four people had died in another shooting in Arayton, California.
"So what's this month's count up to?" asked Gary the quarterback.
"I think it's at 37 now. And it is only February," replied Mark. "There aren't enough police in this city. But there sure as hell is a lot of criminals."
"Shut that radio off Carlson," said the coach walking into the locker room turning off the box. "Ok team. We lost more people tonight. Now that doesn't mean we are going to lose this game. Now let's go out there and show Arayton that their Lions show no fear. Let me here you roar!"
"ROAR!!" the locker room yelled as they ran out of the locker room and on to the field. The team went to the side lines and waited for the game to start.
Up in the stands were Jason and Ray Dockings. Two fun brothers. Ray studying to be an engineer and Jason studying art.