Brave New Worlds and Deep Under Perdido
Sep. 21st, 2011 12:13 amDreams
Orange-red sunset sky. All of us in our styled-up, colour-coded coveralls and geneline haircuts. It's a Brave New World alright, but somehow less commercialist.
She asks me my geneline, I state "Alpha minus."
She says, "why so modest, you're an A(K) it's clear; the 'K' stands for artistic talent."
Back Alseep Later
In the forgotten (yet curiously lit) bottoms of the Old City, the Sheriff jostles his noisesome troops to lead an Elith along on snare poles.
Eight of them, plus the Sherrif? Two rear guard and Sherrif in front leads six of them to one Elith? What are these guys doing with an Elith? It's three tonnes of scales, claws and fangs. And the eyes.
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Most of my agile flight dreams are just about the fleeing. But here, I turned and fought. Why?
Orange-red sunset sky. All of us in our styled-up, colour-coded coveralls and geneline haircuts. It's a Brave New World alright, but somehow less commercialist.
She asks me my geneline, I state "Alpha minus."
She says, "why so modest, you're an A(K) it's clear; the 'K' stands for artistic talent."
Back Alseep Later
In the forgotten (yet curiously lit) bottoms of the Old City, the Sheriff jostles his noisesome troops to lead an Elith along on snare poles.
Eight of them, plus the Sherrif? Two rear guard and Sherrif in front leads six of them to one Elith? What are these guys doing with an Elith? It's three tonnes of scales, claws and fangs. And the eyes.
( Read more... )
Most of my agile flight dreams are just about the fleeing. But here, I turned and fought. Why?