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Name: Spam
Country: United States
State: Illinois
Gender: Male
Interests: My interests are the same as my skills.
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Member Since:
2/28/2005
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| Using the proceeds from a recent bounty, I bought a Recreational Simulacra machine that allows to immerse myself in the tense strategy and brutal heroism of Wars in the Ancient World. After resting from several hours of usage, it beckons to me from the inner chamber, a snarled beast of wires, clashing blades, and vibrating sensory emulators. My eyes still sting from the retina clamps. | | |
| The Galactic New Year has passed, although spirits have been somewhat dampened since the date has been moved to correspond with the Emperor's coup. Although what with all the historical revionism filtering throughout the galaxy's databases and media channels, soon all our broodlings will think the cloaked corpse will have always been in power.
My New Year's resolutions are to make enough money from poaching and selling scrap to be able to buy my own human. They make great pack animals and I've heard you can milk them as well. | | |
| With one foot on the dune I squint into the wavering haze of this dying world's sunset and feel a stirring discontent that likens unto the desert wind.
The realm of desire is something with which I hold an uneasy truce. If I had my way, I would siphon all desire from my being and propel myself only with the strength of my will, rather than maneuver the clinging passions of the untamed mind. On some days, I'm able make right decisions with a degree of inner clarity. On other days I can suddenly feel gripped by an unutterable striving beyond that which my will can contend.
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| Memorial Day...
...today I sat on the crest of a dune and watched the twin suns of
Tatooine sink into the blood red haze of the horizon, holding a moment
of silence for those millions of brave clones who valiantly threw
themselves in the line of fire to die for our freedom before just as
willingly becoming the soulless automatons of a tyrannical regime.
Faintly on the wind, I recalled the line from A Children's History of
the Clone Wars which deftly sidestepped the entire ethical dillema of
the event by saying "Fear not children / They feel no pain / They share
the same / Genetic strain."
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| I started working at a company that keeps a database on every living
person alive. One day, acting on a whim, I typed my name into the
system. The machine processed silently for several seconds before
emitting a long stream of tape. The results were disconcerting at the
least.
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