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Populus Ex Machina - Ed"Yes, um, well," he started, then cleared his throat. "I think we may have crashed a bit farther from home than we thought. About 250 million years farther." Ed took a peculiar joy in being so dramatic. Very rarely had he been in a position to deliver a news flash like this. He felt rather like the newscasters who covered the Hindenburg crash, JFK's shooting, the moon landing, and the discovery of actual life on Mars. He figured the shock of just where they were hadn't sunk in yet, and the bump he'd taken on his head during the crash may have had something to do with that. And that was a Lystrosaurus, a real live one. This was betPopulus Ex Machina - Ed
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Populus Ex Machina: Jack“This is Earth Orbital Control to transport ship 7432.” “Go ahead EOC, this is transport ship 7432.” “Begin final approach, drop your speed to half, and prepare to disengage from your main engines in 5 minutes.” “Roger, EOC. Beginning final approach, speed to half, and preparing to disengage from main engines in 5 minutes.”Populus Ex Machina: Jack
Back in the cabin, a flight attendant stood up in front of the passengers right as a light flashed on with a little ding. “The Captain has turned on the seat belt sign. Please, everyone, sit up straight, secure a
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SnowSnow. A suffocating blanket of blankness. Featureless and cold…damn cold. And dark. Even when the sun is up, it’s never really up. Clouds, haze, and obtuse angles make it impossible. The darkness seems to intrude, over-power, subsume, and finally, control you. You are no longer yourself, you are the darkness, and cold, and bleak nothingness of winter. Poets claim snow is like a blank slate, a winter wonderland of beauty and shining diamond-like snowflakes falling on two lovers walking in a park, with Christmas lights on every tree and a cup of cocoa in every house. They know nothing of true winter. Even the trees know the lie, all bSnow
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- Current Residence: Appleton, WI
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