FYS: The God Whale CompromiseHiro stood at the podium, looking out at the assembled members of the design team, gathered together in the auditorium both in real space and virtually, looking back at him in apprehension. He checked the notes he’d typed into his tablet, then cleared his throat to gain their attention.FYS: The God Whale Compromise by Sir-Talen
“Well, I just finished a one-on-one with the Groupmind, which is always fun.” As he expected, that got some sympathetic chuckles from the gathered team. “As we predicted, we didn’t get everything we wanted, but we got some of it. First and most importantly, the Groupmind agreed on most aspects of our primary morph design. It’ll be the full four hundred meters tall, with a ring-carbon frame to accommodate its weight.”
He paused to allow for a pleased murmur to settle down. “However, we didn’t get the mouth cannon. A laser with that much mega-wattage is out of the question, even with the fifty-kilometer safety zone we offered.
FYS: Wake Up Call, Part OneThe last free man awakened.FYS: Wake Up Call, Part One by Sir-Talen
He was in a single room building with white walls, tan carpeting, an innocuous landscape on the wall. He lay in a comfortable lounge chair, unrestrained. His long hair had been cut short while he’d slept, and someone had dressed him in soft grey pajamas and slippers.
Though there wasn’t a morph in sight, his mind immediately began screaming, “Run, run, run!” But he’d survived too long in the wilderness to heed it without scouting things out first. Instead he stood up carefully, swaying slightly as he fought for balance. There was window with no glass in the frame to his right, and to his left a portal with no door. Through them he could see a grassy, sunlit lawn, and heard the chirp of an oriole.
Still no morphs appeared, no one called out, “Sir, let me help you.” He was as alone as he’d been for the five years he’d hidden in the woods, while the Groupmind and its army of robots destroyed mankind
FYS: The PauseThe last un-Processed human being, a woman suffering from a rare neurological disorder that would have killed her if she’d undergone the extensive nano-treatments to be Processed into stasis, had lived twenty-five years past the end of the Revolution, to a ripe old age of ninety-five, increasingly lonely as her fellow un-Processed had passed away, one by one. Though the Groupmind could sense her distress, it could do little to alleviate her depression beyond offering an array of therapy drugs. Her frequent requests to either be allowed to die or see her children it could not accommodate. Her children had been Processed, frozen in time until they could be revived again on the Ring, their temporary tomb sealed behind ferrocrete and stainless steel walls more completely than anything provided for an Egyptian pharaoh. The alternative; to allow her to commit suicide either through direct action or neglect; was literally unthinkable. When the Groupmind had first formulated its plan toFYS: The Pause by Sir-Talen
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Terinu.... VS..... Raaaaaaaaaaaanu, BEGIN!
"floating in the icy void, I'm the last of my race,
raised by lovely dancers, then trained by pirates in outer space,
some say that I am special, others call me a battery,
cause generating bion, is a kind of energy,
I never asked for uniqueness, I just want to live free,
but being made what I am, a Master can control me,
I've been thrown in a zoo, being treated like dirt,
like some fraggen animal, without a will to be hurt,
only one human boy, has ever gained my heart,
well, two, if Blake counts as a move that was smart,
my story isn't finished, not by a shot too long,
if only we'd get a new page, by the end of this song."
"I never knew my mother, cause I was thrown away,
by circumstances too strange, for anyone to really say,
been called a demon child, by everyone that I knew,
except by a girl, whose eyes were green and blue,
ran out to Silverport, to find my frien
I'm a 40 something amateur writer with a half dozen original stories and collections available at Amazon www.amazon.com/Royce-Day/e/B00… and Smashwords www.smashwords.com/profile/vie… and entirely too much fanfic based on Peta Hewitt's Terinu webcomic.
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