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Outgrowing the Convention
It was a fairly busy afternoon at the Westin hotel. Hundreds upon thousands of people had turned up for this year’s Anthrocon, and as a result, there were little to no rooms to spare for people who weren’t part of the event. Thankfully for two of the people involved, they had a room sorted.
Phil and his friend Dave had spent most of the morning checking out some of the artist events and other events at the convention, deciding to take a break for lunch. The two of them had met through the website Furaffinity, under the names of HG3300 and Rooth, and had struck up a friendship fairly quickly. It was due to this that they were able to arrange travel plans to the convention, as well as being able to share a room together.
“Well, so far so good!” Phil said as he sat down in the hotel lobby, looking over some of the things he had bought so far. “I haven’t even made a large enough dent in my wallet yet, how about you?”
“I’d say I&
Gift for YOUNGFAN196752: Harsh LessonsJason Todd, the Red Hood shoved the two figures into the empty room. One was a young man, the other a little boy; they were both bound and had bags over their heads. He shoved the young man first. The young man was obviously of some means; his suit, stained and torn in a fight, was well made. The little boy whimpered as Red Hood shoved him into a corner. Red Hood then removed the hoods.
"Hello, Kane brothers, missed me?" said Red Hood. He kept his helmet on.
"You sonofa--" said Dr. Joseph Kane.
"Now now, not in front of your little bro! I see you're recovering nicely."
"No thanks to you!" Almost a year ago, Jason had nearly killed Joseph. Joseph had been making a remarkable recovery; Jason had left him crippled and nearly dead. Jason was surprised that Joseph was even capable of walking; then again, he broke Joseph's cane when he captured him.
A soft whimpering was heard from young Sam Kane, "Batman will save us, Batman will save us."
Jason turned to Sam. "Batman will save you? You sho
Look UpIn the corner of the living room, half-hidden under a curtain rustling in the light rainy breeze was the emaciated figure of a young girl, no more than sixteen or seventeen. She couldn't have been. Dr. James Noble let the beam of his flashlight hover over her skeletal form for a few seconds before he stepped towards her. The silence in the house was overwhelming. Nothing could be heard but the pattering of the rain on the rooftop, and the quiet, labored breathing of the little girl.
She couldn’t have sat down more than a day or two ago, but she looked as if she hadn’t moved in months. Her eye sockets were like gaping black holes, the eyes themselves like all the others. Every specimen they had seen. Everyone…everyone on Earth had done this…
He could barely look at those eyes; barely hold the gaze of whatever this girl had become. He closed his own eyes, his flashlight beam wavering as his hands shook. He fell to his knees; sweat beading across his body as he r
what I did in outer space, and why I did it.Ten years ago, two candidates were needed for a mission that was far different from any other before. It would be a three-year journey to Alpha Centauri , a four-year mission to begin upon arrival, and three years back home once it was completed. The psychologists wanted people who weren’t leaving a lot behind. John was the obvious choice for the first position. He was the only child of an only child, who was also the only child of an only child, and so on and so forth. He didn’t have many friends since he was always busy with work, only acquaintances he waved to in the halls of the university.
A few weeks after he’d been chosen, he came to my office to tell me that his superiors were still looking for a second.
“Ten years is a long time to be gone from Earth,” I told him from my desk, though he knew by the way I was spinning in my chair that I was seriously considering it.
“Just put your name in and see wh
OHFE: Eleven Little Doctors (pt.2)
Good old web sites. With a little bit of hacking (including using Kaster's sonaser which was then returned - the mini-mister-Master hadn't even noticed his being pick-pocketed and vice versa) you can locate anyone from the site to which the crocheted toys' photos are submitted, Kyon Turlough thought. He had located the occupation of the possible candidate for the role of those toys' owner and maker, and now he was skating there.
Having reached the found address, Kyon stopped and frowned, thinking. The owners of this two-floor house were having guests, and they probably wouldn't like a party-crasher, so the boy quickly activated the in-built function in his board and dashed up into the opened window on the second floor. Easy as pie. People don't usually leave windows open in such not-too-warm weather, unless they want the air in their rooms to stay fresh, so no one had to be there... and no one was.
"If I were a burglar - and I'm not a burglar - wh
OHFE: The Christmas Calendar The day at school was hard, there wasn't even time to glance out of the window. Even too hard - as soon as Kyon Turlough went out of school doors, he at first thought that he was dreaming or the whole building had been brought to another place, like in that nasty business with Judoon platoon on the moon. Actually the urban landscape was the same, but everything was covered with the layer of white powder which was falling from the sky. Or it wasn't powder - those were large flakes.
"Wow, it's the first snow!" Audrey Rayner, the girl in whose family Kyon lived during his being on Earth, rushed out of the school doors. Unlike her "temporal brother", she was excited about this natural phenomenon. "Kyon? What's up?"
"What is going on, Audrey?" Kyon wondered, taking a handful of white flakes from the ground. Those weren't small balls, as he thought, but the combinations of tiny crystals - so accurate that even the best and exact gears couldn't have made them.
[Vocaloid Fanfiction] Iced Heart [KAITO one-shot]
I never understood popularity. Or the obsession with money. Or anything at all, really. I couldn't understand people's feelings, or their actions. I never saw the reasoning behind choices that others made, and I didn't feel the emotions that everybody else had. I was an empty shell, with just enough of a soul to continue living. So many told me that they liked me, my personality, my blue hair. But what did that mean? Why did they 'like' it, and what about it was special? And what exactly was my 'personality'? Crying when I rejected them; why? What made them sad, and why did they shed tears?
My brain consisted of calculations and gears, all juxtaposed in a perfect line. As far as I was concerned, I needed nothing more. The data stored in me was enough to get me through life, and that was fine with me.
I am not a robot. I am a human, but specially trained. When I was around five years of age, they hooked me up to a machine and programmed me. What they say is what I do, and I don't care.
Post MortemThough it had been derelict nearly one hundred years and the man inside was a long-frozen corpse, the life pod that drifted into the scanning radius of salvage ship Belfor still beeped its distress signal. Like a weak old man who had fallen and couldn't get up, quietly begging for someone to come in through the door, the pod had plead uselessly. Aboard the salvage vessel, a four-hundred-foot sleek cylinder with angel wings and orange paint, skipper Zhon Eltek decided the pod was worth boarding.
It had been a slow six months for him and his crew of five--his wife Klato, son Rha, brother Utin, his wife Belat, and their son Roga. They had managed to cover their expenses by hauling an ex-navy minesweeper out of an old battlefield for the commonwealth, and for a time had ferried iridium between the Oort Cloud and Proxima Centauri. But barely breaking even was not enough; Zhon was going to perform the EVA himself and see if there was anything worth taking.
On the command deck the crew
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