<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080067843248255771</id><updated>2024-10-06T20:33:19.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Collection of Sci-Fi and Horror Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>Collection of Sci-Fi and Horror Stories and other Resources, presented for your entertainment</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sci-fict.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080067843248255771/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sci-fict.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michael Pekker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719697048984156330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080067843248255771.post-2950749342539267399</id><published>2012-12-04T23:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2021-06-23T23:04:03.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon a Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;By Daniel Pekker&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Once upon a time, the world ceased to exist. Of course
nobody noticed because, well, they were part of the world that happened to not
exist anymore. Little Timmy didn&#39;t say anything about the matter, because he
didn&#39;t exist. Now, in a plane where nonexistent things exist, appeared the
world. It didn&#39;t usually exist, but this plan was an exception. Little Timmy
still didn&#39;t say anything, because he was mute. The world, of course, wasn&#39;t
the only thing to cease existing. Billions and billions of terrestrial and
solar bodies didn&#39;t exist, too. It was like a non-existent universe in itself.
And the universe, that hasn&#39;t lived happily ever after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;The End&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080067843248255771/posts/default/2950749342539267399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080067843248255771/posts/default/2950749342539267399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sci-fict.blogspot.com/2012/12/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon a Time'/><author><name>Michael Pekker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719697048984156330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080067843248255771.post-5367156548781981215</id><published>2012-04-02T23:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2021-06-23T23:04:21.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Audience</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;u&gt;By Daniel Pekker&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Middle School One Acts for Drama Class)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Setting: Non-descript auditorium&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Time: Present Day. Story elapses 30-60 min.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Character List:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
- &lt;b&gt;Alexei:&lt;/b&gt; 46, Russian, has accent, not talkative, married to
Susan&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
-&lt;b&gt;Susan:&lt;/b&gt; 44, American, talkative, always scolding Alexei,
likes plays, dislike delays, married to Alexei&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
- &lt;b&gt;Jeff:&lt;/b&gt; 33, American, father of Felix, brought Felix to play
for “bonding”, feels awkward when talking to Felix&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
-&lt;b&gt;Felix: &lt;/b&gt;16, American, son of Jeff, stereotypical teenager,
likes baseball, dislikes dad&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
-&lt;b&gt;Death:&lt;/b&gt; age unknown, came to play on day off from work, in
dark cloak and masked face&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
-&lt;b&gt;Announcer&lt;/b&gt;: Offstage, by accident knocks out power in auditorium&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Props:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
- 10 chairs&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
-Large Potted Office Plant&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
-Scythe: held by Death&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
-Cellphone: used by Felix&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
-2 Play guides: &amp;nbsp;Read
by Susan and Jeff&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dialog:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;Curtains open&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;Opening Setting:
Chairs in 5 columns, two rows; Stage lights are as bright as office lights;
potted plant is in the corner of the stage near steps, showing where characters
enter the auditorium&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;Alexei and Susan
enter&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Susan:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Finally! We barely made it! (&lt;i&gt;starts searching for seats&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Alexei:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;(&lt;i&gt;Tired&lt;/i&gt;) There’s still 30 minutes left.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Susan: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;Ignores Alexei’s
comment&lt;/i&gt;) Quick, before all the good seats are taken! (&lt;i&gt;drags Alexei to middle of front row of chairs&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Alexei: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(d&lt;i&gt;eep sigh&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Susan:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;Reading play guide&lt;/i&gt;)
I love this play! Back when I was a little girl, I had the main role in it. (&lt;i&gt;daydreamy look on face&lt;/i&gt;) I was so famous.
(&lt;i&gt;continued on next page)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Could’ve become a star! (&lt;i&gt;snaps
out of it&lt;/i&gt;) But then I woke up. (&lt;i&gt;looks
back at guide&lt;/i&gt;) Hey, look! Isn’t (&lt;i&gt;squints&lt;/i&gt;)
Dra… Dragamui… Dragi… (&lt;i&gt;shakes head&lt;/i&gt;)
this guy your dentist? (&lt;i&gt;shows Alexei
guide&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Alexei: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;sighs, tired&lt;/i&gt;)
Just because his name is long and sounds Russian doesn’t mean I know him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Susan: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Really I’m pretty sure he’s your dentist.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Alexei: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(&lt;i&gt;deep sigh&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;Jeff and Felix walk
in, Felix is texting on cell-phone&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Jeff: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Well, we’re here!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Felix: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;doesn’t stop texting,
sarcastic&lt;/i&gt;) Whoop-de-doo. (&lt;i&gt;irritated&lt;/i&gt;)
I don’t see why we even have to go to this stupid show. Who even goes to plays
these days, anyway? I watch everything online.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Jeff: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
C’mon! Some father to son bonding time! Y’know! (&lt;i&gt;pretending to be “cool&lt;/i&gt;”) I heard it’s
the thing nowadays! Radical!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Felix: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(L&lt;i&gt;ooks up from phone&lt;/i&gt;)
Dad, nobody says “radical” anymore. (&lt;i&gt;sighs&lt;/i&gt;)
Let’s find a seat. I’m tired of standing. (&lt;i&gt;Walks
over to edge of front row, sits, and continues texting, Jeff follows and sits
next to him&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Jeff: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;looking at guide,
suddenly excited&lt;/i&gt;) It says here there’s a soundtrack from Queen! (&lt;i&gt;looks at Felix&lt;/i&gt;) That’s still cool,
right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Felix: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;looks at Jeff,
confused&lt;/i&gt;) Who? A queen will be singing?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Jeff: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;horrified look on
face&lt;/i&gt;) Ah… (&lt;i&gt;sigh&lt;/i&gt;) never mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Susan: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;looks disapprovingly
at Felix, then whispers to Alexei&lt;/i&gt;) We are never having a kid! The rotten
teenagers are the worst!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Alexei:&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;nods&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;Suddenly, lights dim,
eerie music and evil laugh in background, Death enters, spotlight points at it,
dramatically enters, waving scythe, walks over to and sits at last seat in
front row, next to Susan, all characters stare with horror at Death, Susan
tries to push own chair away from Death, music and SFX abruptly stop
simultaneously with lights turning back on&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Death: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;humorous tone&lt;/i&gt;)
You guys should see your faces! You look like you saw a ghost! Get it? Ghost? (&lt;i&gt;starts to hysterically laugh as other
characters exchange glances, abruptly stops laughing, serious&lt;/i&gt;) I’m messing
with you guys. It’s my day off.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Announcer: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Ladies and Gentlemen! We would like to inform you that we
will be beginning the production early since you were the only ones to buy
tickets.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Susan: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;forgets about Death,
extremely excited&lt;/i&gt;) Ohmagash! Finally! Alexei! You better pay attention, or
else forget about dinner tonight. I will quiz you after the show!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Alexei: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;groans&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Felix: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;shakes head,
continues texting&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Announcer: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
And now, we would like to present the… (&lt;i&gt;voice fades, pause&lt;/i&gt;) …hmm, strange. We appear to have some technical
problems. The lights won’t work. Hmm. How about this button- (lights suddenly
dim, electricity SFX, Announcer is cut off)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Susan: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;apoplectic&lt;/i&gt;) WHAT?!
THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! I WANT MY SHOW! I PAID FIVE WHOLE DOLLARS! YOU WILL HEAR
FROM MY LAWYER!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Alexei: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;Trying to quiet Susan&lt;/i&gt;)
Honey, please sit down. You’re causing a scene.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Susan: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;Still angry&lt;/i&gt;) THIS
SCENE REPLACES THE SCENE I AM SUPPOSED TO BE SEEING RIGHT NOW! I WANT TO SEE
THE DIRECTOR! OR THE ANOUNCER! (&lt;i&gt;now
seemingly insane&lt;/i&gt;) I WANT BLOOD!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Death: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;relaxed&lt;/i&gt;) Way
ahead of you. I already have an appointment with them both in about a week.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Felix:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I would stick around to hear more of this fun conversation,
but I have a test to fail tomorrow. (&lt;i&gt;motioning
towards Jeff&lt;/i&gt;) Let’s go.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Jeff: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
But the show will start any moment, as soon as they fix the
problem.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Susan: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;sits down, starts
pouting&lt;/i&gt;) You wish.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Felix: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;whispering to Jeff&lt;/i&gt;)
The Giants have a game today. I don’t want to miss it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Jeff: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;sighs&lt;/i&gt;) Fine. But no
texting on the ride back home. We’ll actually talk.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Felix: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Why?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Jeff: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;sarcastic&lt;/i&gt;) I know
it’s hard to believe, but some people talk… for recreation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Felix: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Yeah. Sure. Whatever. Let’s go.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;Felix and Jeff exit&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Alexei: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;hopeful to go home&lt;/i&gt;)
Hm. Hardly anyone here. Seems like the show won’t start. We might as well leave
now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Susan: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;stands up&lt;/i&gt;) You
know what? For once, you’re right. This show isn’t worth my time. Let’s go to
another theater. (stands up)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Alexei: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;sighs&lt;/i&gt;) Okay.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;Susan exits with
Alexei shuffling close behind&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Death: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;to itself&lt;/i&gt;) This
was way easier than I expected. (&lt;i&gt;yelling
to side&lt;/i&gt;) Hey, they left! Start the show! (&lt;i&gt;pause&lt;/i&gt;) Hey! Darn. Not again. (&lt;i&gt;claps
twice&lt;/i&gt;) (&lt;i&gt;saying spell&lt;/i&gt;) Revive. (&lt;i&gt;to self&lt;/i&gt;) I have got to stop killing
people by accident. (&lt;i&gt;electricity SFX,
lights brighten&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Announcer: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;to self&lt;/i&gt;) That was
some shock, huh. (&lt;i&gt;loud&lt;/i&gt;) Thank you for
your patience. Remember our deal. Three extra years!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Death: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;loud&lt;/i&gt;) Yep! (&lt;i&gt;To self, quiet&lt;/i&gt;) More like three weeks. (&lt;i&gt;chuckles&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Announcer: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
And now, we present to you, our production!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
(&lt;i&gt;curtains close&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080067843248255771/posts/default/5367156548781981215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080067843248255771/posts/default/5367156548781981215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sci-fict.blogspot.com/2012/04/audience.html' title='The Audience'/><author><name>Michael Pekker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719697048984156330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080067843248255771.post-575780019242727170</id><published>2012-03-18T14:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2021-06-23T23:04:37.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Warp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;By Daniel Pekker&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Mike
runs into his house yelling, “Mom, Dad, I got Time Warp, the game I was telling
you about!” He doesn’t notice a man with a black coat and a shotgun standing in
the corner of his front yard. Without waiting for a response from his parents,
Mike inserts the game into his computer. The screen lights up and shows, “Time
Warp, A Game for Time Travelers” Then the game starts. It shows a boy sitting
on a chair in front of his computer playing a game. Suddenly something whizzes
at the boy on the screen, misses him, and hits the computer, causing it to blow
up. Sharp pieces and debris fly all over the screen. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Mike
gets confused of where is the game itself. Suddenly, he hears a gunshot from
behind him. Something small slightly misses him and hits the computer. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;The
computer blows up. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Mike
yells. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;A
large flash, then nothing…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Mike
runs into his house yelling, “Mom, Dad, I got Time Warp, the game I was telling
you about!” He doesn’t notice a man with a black coat and a shotgun standing in
the corner of his front yard.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;June 2009&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080067843248255771/posts/default/575780019242727170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080067843248255771/posts/default/575780019242727170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sci-fict.blogspot.com/2012/03/time-warp.html' title='The Time Warp'/><author><name>Michael Pekker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719697048984156330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080067843248255771.post-4265502146930709057</id><published>2012-03-18T12:41:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2021-06-23T23:04:48.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;By Daniel Pekker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Derick was confused. His parents acted weird and uptight all
day. He expected them to be excited since his sixth birthday was coming up and
he just graduated from kindergarten, but no. He was too frightened to ask why.
If he got them annoyed, he might not get what he wants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;For his birthday party his mother said she planned to have a
Slip-and-Slide and other games in their large backyard, but so far he saw no
signs of them. &lt;i&gt;Maybe it’s a surprise&lt;/i&gt;, he thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;The day before his birthday, his parents called a family
meeting, which they had only for very important reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Derick’s father sighed and said to Derrick, “You may have
noticed that we didn’t get anything for your party yet.” He hesitated. “We
won’t be having a party.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Derick’s eyes widened, and then filled with tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;His mother hastily said, “We will have it another day. You
see, the government is trying to control the population. So they need to only
have the smartest people here. They have all six-year-olds take a test. You
will take yours tomorrow.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;“What happens to those who don’t pass?” Derick quietly
asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;His parents exchanged looks. His mother looked away. “They
go to a special place. But don’t worry; we are sure you’ll pass. It’s just a
test, after all,” said his mother positively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;The ride to the place was moderately short. It was in a
large business like building. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;An employee led them to an office and told them to wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Then, a voice rang out of nowhere, “Mr. and Mrs. Darew,
please leave the room.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Derick’s mom sobbed as she hugged Darren. His father shook
his hand gravely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;When they left the voice said, “These questions aren’t based
on school questions, they are based on life, logic, and psychological
questions. Answer to the best of your ability. Good luck. Complete this
pattern: red, red, green…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;After one hour, and employee walked up to Derick’s parents
with a dismal face. “The test is over. Would you like to burn the body, or
would you like to bury it?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;June 2009&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080067843248255771/posts/default/4265502146930709057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080067843248255771/posts/default/4265502146930709057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sci-fict.blogspot.com/2012/03/just-test.html' title='Just a Test'/><author><name>Michael Pekker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719697048984156330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080067843248255771.post-2695869602052486679</id><published>2012-03-18T12:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2021-06-23T23:05:02.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoSubtitle&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;By Daniel
Pekker&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Space races
are exciting. Whenever I rush past the asteroids and meteors I feel that
fantastic flow of adrenaline. I looked to my right to see my friend, Lucas. We
both were confident in beating the other. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Racers, start your interstellar drives and
engines.” The announcer yelled through the megaphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I typed in
the command to start my ship and grabbed onto the controls. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Ready, Set, Go!” The announcer seemed as
excited as us because he was shrieking so loud that one of Lucas’s pit crew
members fainted. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I shot out in
front of Lucas and immediately attached a fuel cell to my ship’s speed engine.
A huge blew flame blasted out it. I dodged three large asteroids and then made
a large loop over a huge comet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Lucas
mimicked me and attached a fuel cell to his ship. He flew up to me until we
were side by side. I tried slamming my ship into his to push him away, but
something went wrong. I heard a click and then my ship exploded.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;**********************************************************&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I woke up in
a hospital bunk. Wires and liquid bags and tubes surrounded me. I felt weak and
tired. The hospital was very quiet, as if it was empty. I looked around and
also noticed someone slumped against the wall. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Hello?” I said with my greatest effort.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;The person
shuddered and looked up. It looked like Lucas, except that he had burns and
scars that hadn’t healed yet all over his face. Under his eyes were large dark
spots. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;“You’re awake! Great. How are you? Feeling
better? Did I surprise you?” He barraged me with questions until I silenced
him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;“What happened?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;“When our ships crashed you flew out of the
ship into space. The medics quickly picked you up. I didn’t sustain any
injuries, just landed back and…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I fell asleep
later. I don’t know how long I slept, but when I woke up many people surrounded
me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;“He woke up!”
someone yelled.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;“Where…is
Lucas?” I asked with immense exertion.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Everyone got
quiet. Then a doctor came up and said, “Lucas flew out of his ship when you
crashed into him. He is gone forever…” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;June 2009&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080067843248255771/posts/default/2695869602052486679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080067843248255771/posts/default/2695869602052486679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sci-fict.blogspot.com/2012/03/crash.html' title='Crash'/><author><name>Michael Pekker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719697048984156330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080067843248255771.post-4505828337462438932</id><published>2012-03-18T11:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2021-06-23T23:05:15.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Odd Glow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;By Daniel Pekker&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;The following radio dialogue has been recorded between &lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Moffet Field&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;CA&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;,
and a scouting spaceship, The Sonic Wave, which consisted of 5 crew members and
was heading to examine Pluto’s surface. This event is kept classified by the
government until further notice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;September 18, 2114&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;3:27 A.M.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Day 23 in space&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;S.W.
(Sonic Wave): &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Moffet, we have
spotted an odd, circular, greenish glow located about 5,000 miles from the
ship’s prow. Certainly not a star. What do you command we do?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;M.F. (Moffet Field): &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Continue on your
route. Let us know if it does anything. If required, go around it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;25 minutes later&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;S.W.: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;It is now 2,500 miles
from the ship. It has changed its color to light red. What do you command we
do?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;M.F.:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Readings show that the
object is not a know galactic object, and doesn’t have any mass. Still, go
around it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;30 minutes later&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;S.W.:&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is now&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;700 miles from the ship. It has turned
crimson red, almost as if it’s angry… What do you command us to do?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;M.F.:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;……… I have received
word from the President of NASA that he wishes you to stop and inspect the glow
for further studies. Do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;1 hour later &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;S.W.:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;(Panicky voice) &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Something isn’t right here. The
glow has grown larger and redder. &lt;/i&gt;(Screams and Rumbling in background)&lt;i&gt; It has exploded! Moffet, everything turned
pitch black and- &lt;/i&gt;(Static Crackles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;M.F.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Hello? What just
happened? Are you guy’s ok? Hello?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;(End of Recording)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;What happened on this night is unknown and is being studied by
scientists. There are four main theories of what happened. The most popular
theory is that the crew flew into a very bright, small star that was unknown to
our studies. One other theory is that the glow was a wormhole, which sent the
Sonic Wave into another galaxy or further. Another hypothesis is that the glow
was an extraterrestrial aircraft and either eliminated or abducted the
spaceship. The last hypothesis, and the least-likely one, according to
scientists, is that the glow was an entrance to an alternate universe or
reality, and the Sonic Wave flew into it. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;June 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080067843248255771/posts/default/4505828337462438932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080067843248255771/posts/default/4505828337462438932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sci-fict.blogspot.com/2012/03/odd-glow.html' title='An Odd Glow'/><author><name>Michael Pekker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719697048984156330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080067843248255771.post-4428665880028618260</id><published>2012-03-18T00:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2021-06-23T23:05:55.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Experiment</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 19.2pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;By Daniel Pekker&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Prologue&lt;br /&gt;
2993 C.E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A small electric spark leapt off the wire. Twenty terrified, yet curious, eyes
stared at the transparent machine that was meant to create the ultimate
creature to serve and protect Earth. Professor Harowitz, a visiting scientist
from Germany thought that the experiment would be a complete failure. Who has
ever heard of not only creating extremely intelligent saurian creatures,
raptors, from a small strand of DNA, but also adding human DNA for more
intelligence? Only from that old classic, Jurassic Park, did foolish American
scientists get the idea. They decided to brag to the whole world about the
experiment by asking 20 scientists from other countries to come and “help out”
with the experiment. He considered for the millionth time in the past month if
he should just withdraw any help to the Americans. He decided against it to
watch them make fools of themselves. Harowitz’s train of thought crashed as
another spark appeared and disappeared on the wire.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Professor Hajamaki, from Japan, glared at Professor Malmon, an American who led
the operation, and said with perfect English, “There is not enough power on the
whole Earth to power this piece of junk! You said that the chance of the
machine failing is one to one hundred thousand!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Malmon replied calmly, “It is just powering up. Give it time.”&lt;br /&gt;
“For how long? A year? Maybe two?” piped up restless Professor Hoelle, the
youngest scientist in the group and the only woman. She was from France, and
was annoying everyone with waves of endless questions.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Harowitz bellowed at her, “Professor Malmon knows what he is doing. Just wait
until the machine powers, as he says it will.” Harowitz did not, under any
circumstances, want to miss the embarrassment that Malmon, and all of America,
would receive when the experiment fails. Suddenly, a bright flash erupted from
the machine, causing a few of the scientists to stumble back. A large figure
materialized from the large waves of electricity. When the voltage cleared up,
Harowitz gasped in amazement. Before him stood, on its hind legs, a 7 foot-tall
lizard. It glared right at him with its crimson-red eyes. Malmon wasn’t shocked
at all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He stepped towards the creature and said in his usual, calm voice, “Welcome to
Earth. Congratulations. You are the first of the Reptilian species.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;
200 years later&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Relictum looked through the port-hole of the ship. All he saw were thousands
and thousands of small shining stars. He looked away, not bearing the terrible
fate that may await him behind any asteroid. Instead he thought about his first
mission with weaponry. Relictum and a few of other, older Reptilians were sent
on a “defense” mission. The humans called Geruti, the captain of the
expedition, and told him to hunt down an overgrown killer worm on Mars. It was
threatening the whole society there by recklessly destroying everything in its
path. Relictum looked down at his laser blaster. Another quick wave of
intoxication came over him as he gazed at his first blaster ever. Laser
blasters were given to young Reptilians, such as himself. He was only twenty
Earth years, so he received the weakest of weapons. He was fine with his laser
blaster. After all, not every Beta Soldier received a blaster, only the
“talented.” Usually, Beta soldiers like him only received weak, basic swords.
Alpha soldiers received better weapons. Because of their promotion from Beta to
Alpha, they received weapons such as beam swords, rocket launchers, and beam
blasters.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Relictum looked back out the porthole. Suddenly, he noticed a slight movement
behind an asteroid. Rebels! There were very few of them, but they attacked any
ship in sight with very few losses of their own.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Relictum called to Geruti, “I saw something behind an asteroid!”&lt;br /&gt;
Geruti scoffed at him with disgust. “Why are you so worried and “blind”? Don’t
you know that today we sent out a few drillers to look for ore in the
asteroids? The humans are running out of ore on Earth.” Relictum looked down in
embarrassment at the metal floor of the ship. How could my eyes fool me so
easily?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The pilot’s voice came out of the overhead speaker, “Landing on Mars in ten Earth
minutes.”&lt;br /&gt;
Relictum looked out the port hole for the third time. The clumps of asteroids
were clearing up as Mars became closer and closer. When the ship was only just
a few feet from the ground, a huge lurch sent the crew flying. Relictum leapt
up and quickly tugged on his pressure suit. It contained a decent amount of air
and could be weighed down to match the natural gravity that Reptilians were
used to. He snatched up his blaster and leapt out of ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;
The Operation&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The worm was there, as if waiting. It was huge, almost a mile long, and a few
yards wide. Unlike earthworms, it had dry skin. Relictum was almost blown back
by its pungent smell. As he landed on the ground next to the worm, it attempted
to dig back into the dirt. It failed to do so; instead it smashed its fat tail
into the side of the ship. The ship sputtered a bit, and crashed on top of the
worm. Then it was thrown in the air by the worm, again lashing its tail.
Relictum aimed his blaster where he guessed the head was. As he pushed the
trigger, a laser shot out, and at the speed of light, hit the worm. From where
the shot hit the worm, a green stream of blood oozed out. The ship landed a few
feet away from where the worm lay. Geruti leapt out with the wounded pilot, and
then ran back in to fetch all the survivors. Relictum ran up to the worm and
examined the wound. It seemed fatal, but he wasn’t that sure. All of a sudden,
the worm’s tail flew up and slammed into Relictum.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The first thing Relictum noticed when he woke up was that his arms and tail
felt numb. His right eye was also blind for some reason. He sat up and looked
around with his good eye. He appeared to be in some kind of clinic. He was
surrounded by a few lamps. Attached to his jaws was a water importer, through
which he took a long drink of water. He noticed a bed across from him where the
pilot of the ship lay. Geruti walked in and noticed that Relictum was awake.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“That was a foolish action you have done,” he said coolly. “You could have
killed us all if you had missed. Then, the worm might have smashed our ship
into debris and we would have been gone in a poof. But, on the bright side, you
killed half of the worm.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing Relictum’s confusion and shock, he added, “The worm split in two once
the tail smashed you. We shot the other half until it was dead.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Relictum asked, “Where am I? For how long have I been unconscious?”&lt;br /&gt;
“You have been here for 2 days. You are in Mars’s infirmary. They transferred
everything to the North side of Mars where, for some reason, the worm didn’t
go. Unfortunately, some of your wounds were major, and needed operation. Your
eye... well… your eye got knocked out of its socket when the tail slammed into
you. That’s why it’s blind.”&lt;br /&gt;
Relictum stammered, “Wh-why do I-I fe-feel somethi-thing there?”&lt;br /&gt;
Geruti sighed and said with a doubtful voice, “We have placed a cyborgenetic
eye in there.”&lt;br /&gt;
“Cyborgenetic?”&lt;br /&gt;
“Meaning it is like a cyborg eye. It is joining up with your eye tissue. In
about 1 hour, you will be able to see. Except…”&lt;br /&gt;
“What?!” Relictum, was afraid to hear what was after the “except”, but he
needed to know. “What do you mean, ‘except’?”&lt;br /&gt;
Geruti hesitated before saying what he had to say. “The president of the
‘Genetic Experimentation Council’ heard of your incident and so he ordered to
use this chance to add, well, special machinery to your cyborgenetic eye and
your claws.”&lt;br /&gt;
“Claws?!” Relictum looked down at his arms. Instead of natural Reptilian claws,
he had huge sword-like sabers.&lt;br /&gt;
“They are retractable, and grow back immediately if even one is lost. That’s
how they are cybergenetic,” Geruti quickly said. “And the eye allows you to see
in total darkness, spot targets easily, and magnify this way beyond our seeing
range. It also connects to your other eye, so you don’t get a headache.” The doctor
came in. He was an elderly Reptilian wearing a white lab coat. Geruti turned
back to Relictum and said something, but he wasn’t paying attention. He was
staring at the drill in the doctor’s hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;
Earth, The Final Frontier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Relictum leapt up and did something that left him shocked for a few minutes: as
he leapt up, he pointed his new claws at the doctor. One of the claws ejected
itself towards the doctor. The doctor tried to defend himself with the drill,
but it got knocked out of his hands. Relictum jumped off the bed, yanking all
the wires and tubes out of himself. He felt new power and strength flowing
through him. With a furious roar he jumped at the doctor. Geruti, only half
understanding what was happening, threw himself at him and knocked him down.&lt;br /&gt;
“What is wrong with you?!” He yelled as he struggled to pin Relictum to the
floor.&lt;br /&gt;
The doctor yelled, “It’s the drill! Sorry if it intimidated you. I only wished
to put it away in a drawer here.” Relictum calmed down, but he knew he didn’t like
this doctor.&lt;br /&gt;
“I am Dr. Regyvee,” the new doctor introduced himself after the mess in the
room got cleaned up. “I see that the claws have also given you strength, and
anger.” A Reptilian nurse walked into the room and whispered something to Dr.
Regyvee.&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah,” Dr. Regyvee said turning to Relictum, “the humans wish to see you,
Relictum. I think you are fit enough to go to Earth. The ship is waiting
outside, so hurry up.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Earth was known to Reptilians as the planet from which humans ruled. Few
Reptilians did not like being ruled by humans. Many liked it because humans
created them, gave them a planet to live on, Venus, and provided them with
supplies. In return, Reptilians protected and served them. Few Reptilians had
actually gone to Earth, and when they returned, they didn’t tell the others
anything, saying their work was confidential. Relictum felt nervous as the
human ship, full of human guards with masks for unknown reasons, neared to
Earth’s surface. A sudden jolt told him that they were now in the gravitational
pull of Earth. He had no need to put on his pressure suit because his ancestors
were created here, so, he too, was used to the environment. The ship neared an
ocean called the Pacific. The ship slowed down, and then dove underwater. In a
matter of seconds, it reached a huge building, located right in the middle of
the ocean. It was where international experiments, tests, and discovery
presentations happened. Relictum was lead to a large room, surrounded by glass
walls.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A voice spoke out, loud and clear, but obviously artificial. “Your new
technology will now be tested by an obstacle course. If you succeed, you will
be rewarded with honor to go on the deadliest of missions. If you lose, we will
have to destroy you.” Relictum turned around and tried to slam through the door
and escape, but without success.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Just kidding, sheesh. No need to be so dramatic. We won’t destroy you, just
send you back to your planet. You are so gullible,” the voice suddenly changed
to a humorous tone.&lt;br /&gt;
Yes I am, Relictum thought with disgust. “Time to begin,” the voice said with
fake enthusiasm. Suddenly, a huge boulder appeared out of nowhere and flew
straight at him. He slammed it with all his strength and it blew up into
chunks. For the remainder of the hour, Relictum jumped over spikes in pitch
dark, sliced through metal, and withstood 150 degrees. Normal Reptilians only
withstood 100 degrees, but the eye somehow took in the heat and let it out
little by little. Relictum didn’t know what eye and claws were made of, and how
they worked, but he did know they were helpful.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, the voice said, “Congratulations, you have become this planet’s
ultimate warrior. Your first mission is to sabotage a rebel ship.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Chapter 4&lt;br /&gt;
The Rebellion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At the same moment, on Pluto, rebels against the humans planned an attack on
Earth. For one hundred years, they gathered all rebels from Venus and captured
ships to form The Rebellion, made up of almost five billion rebelling
Reptilians. The humans hardly noticed, since they didn’t keep records of their
population. Rebels hated the humans, thinking they had too much power over the
Solar System. “Humans had no right to command Reptilians,” said rebels to each
other. “So what if they created Reptilians; Humans should have released them
after that.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As the short day of working came to an end, the leader, Jeracho, gathered up
all rebels, and announced, “Our scientists have invented the Trinon, a powerful
cannon meant to destroy whole cities. It will allow us to eliminate humans and
non-rebellious Reptilians. Leave no survivors. Slaves are not needed. We have
800 ships with one Trinon for every 100 ships. The ships contain light-speed
engines, so we can get to Earth fast, and if needed, retreat fast. We will
eliminate the humans’ cruel reign. Now to your battle stations. Good luck.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Chapter 5&lt;br /&gt;
The Erratta Cannon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Relictum, go to the main lab, where your mission will be described in detail.
Just go down the hallway and you will be there.” The voice said before fading
away. The door opened. Relictum walked out and looked towards the end of the
hallway. There he saw a door marked “Main Lab: Authorized Personnel Only.”
Relictum walked in and looked around. All of the scientists were human and
wearing masks, except a familiar Reptilian.&lt;br /&gt;
“Geruti! What are you doing here?” Relictum asked.&lt;br /&gt;
“The humans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;─&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt; I mean the scientists wanted me to help you out with your
mission. I do not know what it is, as I assume you don’t either…”&lt;br /&gt;
“…which is why I will explain it to you.” A human female doctor came up from
behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt; Geruti. “My name is Dr. Jo. I am the leader in the creation of
the Erratta Cannon, which you will help us test. It is a powerful laser cannon
capable of destroying whole planets. A large fleet of rebels has been spotted
heading towards Earth at light speed. You will sabotage the main ship around
Jupiter and shut down its control. Then, none of the rebel ships will move
without their leader. After you get off the ship, Geruti and a few of the
scientists will set off the Erratta Cannon on the mother-ship and eliminate the
entire fleet. We have hacked into the main ship’s data system. They have weak
radio wave jammers, and so and found out that the some ships are carrying
powerful weapons as well, so be careful. We also found out that they have
called themselves the Rebellion, which suggests that they may have backup.
Geruti will lead you to your ship, and we will begin our counter attack.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Chapter 6&lt;br /&gt;
The Battle Through Geruti’s Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I led Relictum to his ship. I knew where it was because Dr. Jo told me before
he came. An awkward silence stayed between us. It was as if someone came up to
us and told us that talking to each other would corrupt and destroy the whole
planet.&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, Relictum glanced around and murmured quietly to me, “Geruti, I really
don’t want to do this. I can’t fly a ship, hold of an entire fleet, or evade a
huge dangerous cannon. Please, help me get out of this mess.” Fear shined in
his single Reptilian eye.&lt;br /&gt;
I gazed at him with surprise. “Not help the humans? But… we need you. And, it
will be such an honor. I always dreamed of doing such a great feat. I can’t
even imagine passing by a chance not to help the humans.” &lt;br /&gt;
“Please. I can’t do it. I just can’t. Please help me get out of this mess,” he
pleaded me.&lt;br /&gt;
I sighed. “They will kill you and me! However if you insist, very well. But, do
not tell them I am involved if you get caught. Now, here’s the plan…” As we
walked into the ship hanger, Relictum nodded after the final step and quickly
went over it, since the cameras could not pick up such quiet noises, and no
humans were close by.&lt;br /&gt;
“So, first I blast the hull of the ship, simulating me setting of some kind of
shut down explosion. Then, you signal the humans to shoot, and tell them that I
am a safe distance away, which will be true. Then, the cannon’s blast and the
rebel ship’s debris will cover me as I will ‘crash land’ onto Venus, and will
be too ‘injured’ to continue my career.” He jumped into his “Xirizuki 3500”, a
Japanese fighter ship, and wished me luck. I wished him luck as well, and headed
to the mother-ship.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything seemed to go smoothly. The fleet was there, blasting us with their
cannons moving. Only few lasers shook the ship, but gave no injury to it.
Relictum dodged all the lasers and shot the hull of the main ship. Smoke and
flames burst from it and the ship stopped. All the other ships stopped as well,
but did not heed their endless attacks. I signaled the human in charge of the
Errata Cannon, and a huge, blinding ball of mass, flames, and general atomic
energy shot out from the cannon at the fleet. A flash caused me to stumble
backwards. A wave of energy shook our ship. I looked towards where the fleet
was, and saw nothing. By nothing, I mean not even the small ship that was meant
to land back on Venus. Success! I radioed Relictum’s ship just to make sure. I
heard a thump, yell of pain, and then a collection of static. Static. Just
static. Nothing but static.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Hello?!” I was answered by another buzz of static. This certainly was not part
of the plan. I turned off the radio and looked out the pilot’s large porthole.
More large waves of energy gave me a sudden realization of what was happening.
We were too close. The sound of static was still ringing in my ears when the
ship blew up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Chapter 7&lt;br /&gt;
20 Years Later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Relictum looked at the blood-red sky. He just finished eating another “compy”,
a nickname he gave to the small predators that hunted in packs. They reminded
him of “composognathus”, a creature called a “dinosaur” one of the older
Reptilians told him about.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He lived on this foreign planet for twenty years. Inhabited by mainly
carnivorous creatures, it was unknown to any intelligent species other than
him. Twenty years ago, the escape failed. The Errata Cannon had shot too soon,
and sent him flying to the gravitational pull of Jupiter. One of its moons
appeared not to be a moon, but a planet whose orbit was very close to
Jupiter’s. That is where he crash-landed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The planet mysteriously resembled Earth’s rainforest atmosphere, even though it
was light-years away from the sun and right next to Jupiter, a swirling ball of
gas. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After waking up, Relictum found himself accompanied by two young, but weak,
rebels marooned on the planet before him. He had to kill and eat them in a few
days after his arrival because of ignorance of the surrounding environment and
food web. He didn’t know why they were there, and did not wish to know. He
wished to get revenge on the humans for causing him to land on this tropical
planet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Relictum looked back at the makeshift hut he made. It was made of logs, leaves,
and parts of his broken ship. He walked in and stuck the compy’s bones in a
basket. Later he would crush them and eat the powder left for calcium.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A loud sound caused Relictum to jump out of the hut. He saw a large ship lower
itself onto a small patch of land in front of the hut. When it shut down, a
hatch opened and two Reptilian guards ran out. They examined Relictum and their
surroundings. Then a human with a large beam saber walked out and, like the
guards, examined Relictum.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I am surprised you are still alive. Relictum, right?” the man said with a
strict voice.&lt;br /&gt;
“I-I-I… Yes, I am. How did you find me?” Relictum was a shocked. He hadn’t
spoken for a long time, so to start talking again was hard.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“We were searching for you for a long time. I will explain everything in detail
on the way to Earth. You will be fed on the ship. Once we get to Earth you will
be given another mission. The Rebellion is very strong and-“&lt;br /&gt;
Relictum cut him off and said, “No.”&lt;br /&gt;
The man seemed surprised by his answer. “What do you mean, ‘no’; have you lost
you mind here?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“No. I will not do any more missions for you humans.” After Relictum’s
statement, with a quick movement, he slashed through the man’s stomach with his
claws and ripped out a large chunk of flesh, which he threw aside. Twenty years
on a planet full of carnivores had paid off.&lt;br /&gt;
“When I say no, I mean no.” Then he dodged the lasers that the guards blasted
at him and shot a claw at their throats. Then, he grabbed one of the lasers and
jumped into the ship. After slashing at two more Reptilian guards, Relictum
yanked the human pilot out of his seat and bit into his throat. He threw out
all the bodies, closed the hatch, and started up the engine.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Relictum, fortunately, still remembered how to pilot a ship. When he reached
Earth’s atmosphere, the ship turned on “auto-pilot” and flew into a hangar back
in the base where, twenty Earth years ago, he received the terrible mission.
When he walked out he was greeted by none other than Dr. Jo. She was noticeably
older, at least in her fifties.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Hello, how are you my old friend? Where are the others?” She didn’t even hide
her sarcastic tone of voice.&lt;br /&gt;
“Excuse me?” Relictum was sure what was coming next, but pretended he did not.&lt;br /&gt;
“Relictum, we are not stupid. Security cameras on the ship showed us what you
did to the guards and pilot. I assumed Captain Ross had the same fate.
Surrender now and we might forgive you.” As she said this, she took out a
blaster from behind her and aimed it at him. He kicked it out her hand and slashed
at her stomach. She fell to the floor and cried out from pain. Relictum ran
back into the ship.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In a matter of Earth hours he arrived at Venus. With a long speech that
attracted many curious Reptilians who were passing by, he got thirty of them to
go with him to “live freely and fight for independence.” And thus, began the
Pirate race.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Chapter 8&lt;br /&gt;
The Assassin Clan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Relictum arrived back to the planet from where he left, right in
front of his hut. All the bodies he threw out had disappeared, probably eaten.
He led everyone out and gave each Reptilian an assignment.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ten of the thirty Reptilians were scientists, and stayed in the ship to see
what they could forge and attempt to make something useful. There were seven
guards, who stood around the perimeter of the ship and hut, blasting away at
oncoming waves of angry creatures. Three Reptilians were doctors, who went in
with the scientists to help. The rest of the Reptilians did not have any
particular skill, so they went into the forest to hunt for food with some
blasters from the ship. Relictum took apart the hut and put it in a pile next
to the ship.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As Earth weeks passed, the Assassin Clan, as they called themselves even though
they were know to humans as pirates, built buildings and cars from the scraps
they collected. They produced electricity from a machine they invented that
could turn microscopic fabrics of space into energy that lasted for a long
time. They also made the chambers humans used to make Reptilians. Later they
made space ships.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Space ships were what started the Wars. When the first space ship left the
planet, it let out signal back to the planet, but the Rebellion and the humans
received it as well. The Rebellion and humans were at war for a long time, but
they both did not like the Assassin Clan. Over time, attempts of both the
Rebellion and the humans to eliminate the Clan failed. So then the humans
declared war on it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Relictum was in his office when the video intermission came. “Hello?” Relictum
wasn’t very keen to talk at the moment, for he just returned from blasting away
ten Rebellion fighters and was tired. But the voice that answered got him up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A human face appeared on one half of the screen. On the other half appeared
Jeracho, leader of the Rebellion.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Leader of the Assassin Clan, the humans declare war on you,” said the human.&lt;br /&gt;
“So as do we,” said Jeracho. “But we do not end the war with the humans.”&lt;br /&gt;
The human snorted and sarcastically said, “As if we do not know that.”&lt;br /&gt;
Then they both hung up. Relictum called the military office and announced the
problem. Everyone got ready for combat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Chapter 9&lt;br /&gt;
The Final War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Numerous battles happened after that. Countless people and Reptilians got
killed, including Jeracho. Relictum endlessly flew in and out of battle. Half
of the Assassin Clan got killed, so the creation chamber was used more and
more. The Rebellion and the humans saw that they could not eliminate the Clan
alone, so they formed a temporary alliance. With twice as many attacks on the
planet, the Assassin Clan stopped all research just to defend the planet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, the humans got a “brilliant” idea. The Erratta Cannon hadn’t been used
after the great incident many years ago, but then the humans remembered it
again and decided to use it on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Relictum found out and ordered a mass evacuation, but most of the Assassins
wanted to stay and fight. He and ten other Reptilians collected as many
blueprints and supplies as they could, got on the largest and fastest ship, and
sped away. They were so small that the humans and the Rebellion decided not to
attack them. They flew into a wormhole somewhere in the Milky Way and
disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A new leader commanded to attempt to push back the endless barrage of attacks,
but was unsuccessful. Finally, the humans aimed the Erratta Cannon at the
planet and shot. Chunks of the planet and emanating heat eliminated the Cannon
and half of the entire human race and the Rebellion. The alliance between the
Rebellion and the humans ended, but already the human race had the downside in
the battle. Then, the human race ended.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Epilogue&lt;br /&gt;
4000 C.E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;A large flaming object landed on the barren desert planet of
X82KR3. It was close to the core of the Galaxy, so could sustain no life. Or
could it? The hatch of the flaming object opened and out walked a large
creature with long tail. Through its gas mask eye-space, one glowing red eye
was visible, and one robotic eye. The Reptilians have begun again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;You can&#39;t say civilization
don&#39;t advance... in every war they kill you in a new way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Will Rogers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;July 2, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080067843248255771/posts/default/4428665880028618260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7080067843248255771/posts/default/4428665880028618260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sci-fict.blogspot.com/2012/03/experiment.html' title='The Experiment'/><author><name>Michael Pekker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00719697048984156330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>