FYS: Product TestingAdam pulled the grate back over the A/C shaft, praying the she wouldn’t notice that the screws had been pulled out and replaced with pegs. It was a painfully tight fit in the shaft, but he’d made himself fit, shoving his legs down around the curve of the vent, bending himself like a pretzel. He breathed shallowly, praying not to make any noise, as he heard her shouting overhead.FYS: Product Testing by Sir-Talen
“Adam! Stop being difficult,” he heard her call out, sounding as if she was in the living room of his house. “I was willing to work with you, but you just refused to listen to me! Trying to send a message to the Groupmind through someone else’s com was a silly thing to do! Now I’m going to have put you somewhere you can’t be found, so I know you won’t be able to cause more trouble.”
He panted, trying not to hyperventilate as his heart pounded. He could hear her pacing through the kitchen, the bedroom, searching. She
FYS: Turned Tables“He's walking up.”FYS: Turned Tables by Sir-Talen
“Of course I am. Sir, can you hear me? Sir?”
He opened his eyes, blinking as the light touched them.
“Ah, you are awake,” the owner of the first voice said. A small Anglo man wearing hospital scrubs, a traditional and thoroughly superfluous stethoscope hanging from his neck marking him as a physician of some sort. He had a round, balding head, his expression pinched, and his voice was high pitched and querulous.
He sounds like Piglet, came the unbidden thought. That was funny, though he couldn't say why.
He couldn't even say who Piglet was.
The second person in the room was a raccoon morph, also in hospital scrubs. Some kind of nursing unit he guessed. He was laying on a diagnostic bed in a windowless hospital room, a sheet covering his body up to his neck. He tried to move an arm experimentally, but nothing happened. That's very bad.
“What happened?” he asked. His own voice soun
RVA: Shadow of History, ENOUGHSalli stood in front her parents, palms clasped tightly behind her back, feeling her toe claws dig into the soft carpeting on the floor. She tried to moderate her anger. Screaming her fury would do no good in this arena. Soft words, she reminded herself, would be more cutting.RVA: Shadow of History, ENOUGH by Sir-Talen
Any more soft words in Ali’s direction, and I do believe she will bleed to death from them.
“May I ask you a question?” Salli said to her parents. Her mother looked back at her with a look of mild exasperation. Her father’s expression was more embarrassed. Good. She would keep her focus on Mother then.
“Is the about that Alinadar vixen again?” her mother asked. “I thought the matter was settled.”
“To your satisfaction, perhaps. Not to mine,” Salli answered tightly.
“What’s your question, Salli dear?” her father asked, shooting a quelling to look to Mother.
“What would be enough?” Salli demanded, flexing her finger cla
FYS: RealizationThe light at the exit door to the National Weather Service office was blinking red, so Harold made sure to slip his filter mask over his face before stepping outside. Even though it was well after 9pm, the oppressive Spring heat was still hit him like a wet sledgehammer as he made the brief dash to his car. He quickly unplugged it from the charger and got inside, as the AC started up and he pulled the mask off his sweating face.FYS: Realization by Sir-Talen
“Navigation: Home,” Harold ordered, leaning back in the driver's seat as his little Sony-Tesla backed up and headed out onto the highway.
It had been a weird and frustrating day. The weekly presentation of data from WISE to the FEMA council had gone as usual. Overall worldwide temperatures has risen five degrees in the past ten years and no one seemed to be willing to do anything about it. There was just too many entrenched interests to make the complete commitment to clean power system, and the pleas to start serious reforestation programs had fall
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