Prologue part VTen years later…Prologue part V
I was sitting in the command deck of my flagship, the Nautilus, crammed into what was possibly THE most uncomfortable command chair ever. It was an ugly thing; a frame of welded steel "padded" with a material resembling Styrofoam, but nearly as hard as rock. Its stiff backrest was third-degree murder on my back, and scrunched up my tail into a painful curl. Even my toughened body couldn't stand sitting in it for long periods of time. I'd asked Requisitions over and over for a more comfortable chair, something with better padding or at least a hole in the back, but they always seemed to be out of stock.
Prologue: Part IIIIThat night, I had a dream.Prologue: Part IIII
I was walking through an abandoned sector of the Station.: The walls were grimy and dented; the rubberized floor panels were frayed to stretchy ribbons; the circulator vents gave off an audible rattle as they sucked in my waste gasses. A dying glowstrip cast a dim orange glow over the corridor, accentuating the sense of neglect that permeated the place.
I stopped in front of a dingy hatch; its identity stripes, faded and smudged as they were, marked it as the entrance to a lab of some sort. For some reason, I felt that there was something behind that hatch that I ha
Prologue Part IIIEight years later…Prologue Part III
BOOOM!
A crater bloomed on the barren landscape, showering me with dirt and rock. Shaking the
detritus out of my fur, I heard the distinctive “foomp-fwissshhh” of another missile launch.
There just HAD to be a missile launcher there… I groaned.
Eight years of hard training had turned me from an innocent pup into a true predator. My lean body was pure muscle and sinew; not a trace of fat anywhere on my body. I could lift up to five times my weight, yet run faster than any human. My stubby claws had become curved razors, capable of slicing through
Prologue Part IIThe next day...Prologue Part II
I stood outside the physical training arena, feeling like a convict facing ejection into space.
I tapped the door's control panel and selected “Open”. I pulled the hatch open, expecting to see Physical Instructor waiting for me with his shockstick. To my surprise (and delight), Physical Instructor was nowhere to be seen. In fact, no one was anywhere to be seen; the baseball-field-sized compartment was pitch black. Even my cat-like eyes couldn't make out anything. I pressed the “Lights On” command on the room's control panel. The icon changed from “off” to “on”, but th
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I'm the fixed point of insanity in any sane situation.
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In the end, the end is in.
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Reality. Who needs it?
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Reality. Who needs it?
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