Laws of man- Chapters 1 and 2Chapter 1When I arrived at Arnorld's office, one of the other assistants was there. Amy Meyer, a cunning woman with a Masters in foreign polocy, and a tongue sharp enough to cut steel. But oh how I doted her. Everything that qualified her for her job fit into what I considered 'my type'. She was a little taller then me, her 1.92 meters to my 1.84, but the biggest difference was our attitudes. I had worked hard to get to where I am, but Amy acts like she deserves it. I heard rumors her parents were either shareholders in the colonization organizations, or were powerful poloticians themselves, and in both cases, Amy breezed through
Does Data Pass a Turing Test?"The Measure of a Man" (Episode 35, Season 2, Air Date 02/13/89, Star-date 42523.7) explores fascinating issues over whether an android, Data, is (qua android) property of Star Fleet. Is he a sentient being? Is he relevantly different (in sentience) from a toaster or a calculator? Do we have ethical obligations to treat him equal under human law?1. Brief Plot Summary A Star Fleet technical officer, Maddux, comes aboard the Enterprise to dissect Data, study how he functions, and eventually learn how to make more of him. Data is the only known android in existence (except his brother Lore), so he is anxious about serving science. But he bel
In The Shafts of North CommandTo the north, the walls of Fort Atlin dropped straight to a sheer escarpment. Here, the cliffs and dunes had been dismantled by the constant surging of Adractic waves and the rushing winds. Hunched upon the rock like a bird of prey, the Fort withstood the constant battering of element and man. Presently, the sandstorm occuring beyond its walls failed to rival the transactions taking place inside. Deep within Atlin's chambers, Svana felt the Fort, and all the nation of Kismet beyond its walls, struggling to withhold its turbulent nature. From the ledge of concrete on which she stood, the General of North Command could hardly see into the b
One blue Gem. Part 1BONG-BONG! BONG-BONG!Hiram Longtail sluggishly raised his fox-like head. His triangular ears pivoted instinctively. "Hnnnnn…" He growled. "Whatwuzdat?"BONG-BONG! BONG-BONG!It took a minute for Hiram's sleep-addled mind to recognize the sound. It was the second Waking Bell, meant to wake up heavy sleepers.A massive yawn escaped Hiram's muzzle, threatening to split it in half. He rubbed a crusty eye with a paw and collapsed back into his sleeping nest."Just five more minutes, then I'll get up." The ornate door to Hiram's sleeping chamber creaked open. Something like an icy fist splashed onto the sleeping nest. Hira
YBSB? Chapter 2: Welcome BackYOU...Brought...SASUKE Back?!?!?Chapter 2: Welcome BackShe was running as fast as she could, it was 2 am in the morning. She ran up his stairs to his apartment's door and kicked it with all her force. The wooden flaps slammed right open with a loud thud. Naruto woke up with noodle strands in his mouth; 'he fell asleep on the table while eating again' Thought the girl. He rubbed his eyes a bit. "S-Sakura?" he said in a yawn."Naruto, Naruto!!! Wake up!!! This is no time to sleep!!!" she yelled, shaking him forcefully by his shoulders."Aaahhh, Sakura-chan! It's late! What are you doing here?!?! And uhh...who opened the door for you aga
The Patchwork Soldier Part IIII was walking through an old sector of the Station, not really sure how I'd gotten there. The place was a wreck; the walls were practically painted with dust and grime. The rubberized floor was frayed to stretchy ribbons. The dust-clogged air circulators banged as if someone was trapped inside them. All of it was lit by a single dying lightstrip."What in space am I doing here?" I asked myself. On an installation as old as Station, the oldest sectors were generally abandoned. The most anyone ever used them for was storing junk. Had I crawled down here to rummage through old computer cores?I stopped in front of a dingy hatch. The identity
Swing Zone BlurbIn the year 2229, cash-starved prospector Mia Blanchard uncovers a valuable relic while digging around the swing zone, a shared forest area that lies between two cities. To the north is Freedale, a polluted militaristic metropolis on the cutting edge of high technology. To the south sits picturesque Lakeside, a quiet rural community of earth loving purists.A delicate accord between the two cities has allowed their peaceful coexistence, but as renegade activists from Lakeside start taking potshots at Freedale, Mia's brother, Captain Zavier Blanchard, calls for an attack to retaliate against them. With the swing zone fast becoming a battle zo
A Forgetful HalloweenWho are you? A better question may be this- who were you? Inborn genetic influences aside, the sum of a man's personality can be added up from the experiences of his past. These memories define the motives that guide him through his life. They provide him with his dreams, for he wishes to accomplish wonderful things merely so that he can add them to that precious string of memories that he calls his own.We treasure memories like jewels, holding on to the good and bad alike. Yes, even the worst have their value. My oldest memory consists of one of the many abuses directed upon me by my older brother, who used to pin me to the ground and forc
Enter CorvusTimes change.A few years ago, this boreal desert didn't exist. It was a mountainous region of sand, like everything else on this godforsaken planet. The landmasses might not have crumbled if the aborigine had taken care of it.They hadn't.The result? Augurers, like myself, getting piled with tasks and appointments that abundantly excelled the usual amount of skill. It was difficult enough to force the average temperature fifty degrees warmer when the clouds were impregnated with snow. Imagine fending yourself from gargantuan scorpions at the same time.Times change. Now, right now, while I kicked snow up with my boots and buried my chin
The Ballad of the Time Monk 1The Ballad of the Time Monk 1: An Untimely Arrival Time and space moulded around the alley way. One would think that such an action would produce noises that would rock the foundations of the world. However it remained silent up until the point a man dropped through it onto the ground and even then it was only a blip. With that time and space returned to normal settings and the alley way resumed to function normally. The man raised his head and looked around at his new surroundings. Things were a bit of a blur and he was finding it hard to remember things. Flashes of memory sparked through his mind, a war, planets and figure bathed in light
What Fates We MakeIt was 559 years after the red star called the Crimson Eye went supernova. That same day The Oracle had died, leaving behind her 1,000 years of prophesy meticulously laid out, day by day, on the Holy Calendar. "We must remain on Schedule." Lochrane said into the microphone, but though it was talking to a council of elders seated comfortably on their home world, it was thinking of the death of The Oracle: of how she had looked laid out on her funeral bed, of the particular weight of her armorless hand in its own. It had never seen another personage out of their exoskeleton before, but The Oracle was so old by then that her limbs could
A Steampunk Story: Iron Heart~ Jennica Marie LimThere was a town ruled by machines and dusts,where the midnight air smells of oil and rust.In the heart of that town you would faintly hear,every night the faded clamour of steel and gears.The curious sound is from a scruffy house,limping in the middle of a sleepy town it rouse,With brilliant flicker of light and spark,that casts eerie shadows in the dreary dark.And in that home lives an ingenious man,who creates wondrous things with his hands.He can make bolts, cogs and brass collide,with a twist of the wrench they become alive.From talking computers and flying wings,to a walking bed and automat
Anotholek Biology 1.1 A-1.1 BChapter 1.1: The Violent Planet Orbiting so close to a red star so much larger than our own, Hyrudrus 124f, more commonly known as Anotholek, was not expected to harbor much in the way of life when it was first spotted by Earth scientists. Its star, called Hyrudrus, seemed to volatile to support a planet in the small zone where a planet could hold water. However, when it was determined that the planet did in fact have water, a second look was warranted. It turned out to be the most fruitful second look in the history of the search for extraterrestrial intelligence. Anotholek is a very geologically active planet, much more so t
Sburbian - Enter Name>Enter NameMud-eating brat – NO!John Egbert – NO?!Zaman Horatius – APPROVEDYou are Zaman Horatius, you are not in your ROOM, your parents work and live in the GREAT MANOR where the rich FARID FAMILY lives or used to as they are moving to a NEW AND BETTER HOUSE, your parents THE GARDNERS are moving with them as well.You possess a variety of interests such as TIME CAPSULES that you dig and bury in FARID FAMILY backyard when you get a chance, they son LIVIUS FARID often digs them up like PIRATE TREASURE, you used to be BEST BUDDIES. You others interests include PALEONTOLOGY, the study of ancient fossil records, as such y
Death Watch: Chapter OneChapter OneI watched the sand in the hour glass drain from one half into the other. The man continued to sweep with the broom in front of me, no idea that his life was about to slip way.Three, two, one.The man convulsed. The broom fell from his useless fingers and he dropped to the floor, his whole body contorted in pain. I turned away from the dying man. This was the hardest part.And then it was over. The empty corpse lay on the floor, and a small, glowing white ball appeared in a flash of light beside it. It was about the size of a golf ball and something stirred within it, like a white filmy shadow.I bent to pick it up. The spher
Deadlock- Chapter 11 A squad of five Scrap soldiers crossed the twilit street into the shelter of a collapsed house. Around them, smoke rose from the ruined city. There wasn't anything taller than a single-story structure standing anywhere in sight. Even though it was high noon, the sky was darkened by smoke and by the Scrap gas attacks. These attacks made unfiltered air unbreathable to all but the hardiest lungs, and even they risked death by prolonged exposure. The soldiers all wore gas masks. In centuries of conflict, a better design hadn't been found- a glass-eyed face mask with a filter over the mouth. Being scroungers by nature and by necessit
Legends of Babylon chapter 4Do'ra JinKuroni along with the survivors barely got out of the battle, there nine of them which now down to four after the ambush made by what he believd to be the natives of this cursed nebula, possibly the whole sector. Dragging one of the survivors with his arm carried over his shoulders. When after running through every corridor, hoping by now they lost whatever enemies they saw."We should be safe for now." Kuroni said with each panting."Just what the krell were those things?! Our weapons had barely made a scratch through their shield technology." A tall humanoid Zan Ghoul with four skinny but slender arms and head tails.Another m
Legends of babylon Chapter 3The PathKuroni was a young Zan Ghoul, living his life to serve the hive and in the name of their long lost creator, Rahoon. The father of their species who's children continue his legacy to evolve, controll as many worlds and search for his body that has been missing for a century. But unlike all Zan Ghouls, Kuroni's mind pondered with many question and reasons; why must Zan Ghouls need dead hosts to sustain? Why must there be death to ensure the survival of the ext generations? With such advance technologies assimilated to the hive from many races we could have made suitable artifficial and biological host bodies.But many who have lived
Marina's Tale "Mom, I won't go!" "You have to!" "No!" "It's just school!" It was the first day of high school; freshman year. I was a nervous wreck. For the last week I had been procrastinating... but now it was really, truthfully here. It wasn't the people or teachers, or the vastness of the school that scared me. It was the tiny little secret that was only held by my parents, my grandmother, my friend Ilyanna and I; I was different than most fourteen year olds. The biggest thing on my mind wasn't how good my hair looked, or what make-up I was wearing... it was the chore of hiding wings. Yup, that's right, wings. My mom had managed to kidnap
SilenceSilence. There was not a sound. Not even the tiniest, not even the quietest. She tried to focus, tried to listen to her own heart. But it seemed like the walls absorbed every noise, even her own breath. She was trapped there, ever since she remembered, but for no longer. Nothing they could do would stop her from achieving her first and only goal: freedom. If they only understood she wouldn't ever hurt anyone, but they couldn't. Humans tend to be afraid of everything they don't understand, everything they can't control. Even so, they thought she could be dangerous, that someone could control her power, use it against their establishment. And t
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