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Copyright © W. Shawn Gray 1981 - 2001. All rights reserved.
Last update: Saturday, 12-March-2001
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The
crimson flow of love trickled
down, diluted by the
haughtiness of the
bourgeois, debased by the
arrogance of imperialist
regimes, 'twas a
Messianic message for an
eschatological time.
Politicians
debated, economists balanced,
Conservatives clung, Terrorist
bombed Scientist dreamed as Conservationist screamed.
Nuclear
Brinkmanship for an Apocalyptic
Age. Blasphemies of creation
were
the Mushroom clouds of Insanity that nearly annihilated the miserable breed Homosapiens.
For
now in the Dark Ages of the
33rd Century an
ignominious race of technological barbarians are paused to spread their obscenity across the galaxy These vile creatures are reading a new Hyperspace drive in preparation for yet another fling at infamy.
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"Study
hard, and get a good
job" They used to say so
you study hard, get
distinctions, honours,
highly commendeds, and
qualify yourself right out of a
job into unemployment
"Ah! Sorry you are too
qualified for us Blab, Blab,
Blab" They would say
"Too Qualified!" What a joke, me with every letter possible after a degree in Ethereal Physics, they never got past the subatomic stuff in their day. More likely we feel positively threatened by smart graduates, and we don't want to loose our cosy jobs and six months annual leave.
Then just when I've settled down. This jerk from the bureaucracy ambles in and trys to engage my enthusiasm, with a job so secret he doesn't know what it is. Did I do Ethereal Physics?
What a classically dumb question that was. All the computers knew, but I suppose the bureaucrats didn't want to tax their brains too much by looking. I should have realized something was wrong.
But stupid said "Yes" didn't she! and now she is a Guinea-pig in this experimental 'Hyperspace-Jump-Ship'. O'k well no use whining, what is done is done. So now for 'Humankind' and the Empire, lets get this crate of a ship on it's merry way. Sickening really isn't it.
Morone give us those numbers. 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Bingo!
What is Hyperspace anyway? I ask myself. Oh! It all looks good on paper. Universes of positive and negative curvature and absolutely nothing in between the curves. Not like ordinary space, they used to think there was Nothing there Either! Except Dust and Light, and we must not forget Gravity, (lots of that), Twist the nothingness vacuum of Space in curves. "E = mc2, g = am" Now where was I? Positive, negatives curves, all quite simple it seems. All I've got to do is accelerate this crate to nearly the speed of light and hit a wormhole of negative curvature as the computer winds the spacewarp up to full. That shouldn't be too hard now should it ?!
Velocity Morone? V=.5c
and rising Wormhole Trajectory
Search Commenced.
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Who are you? Wither you go? What is your quest?
What do you mean "Who am I ?"
Who or What are you? and Where are you from?
The voice
of ages past, The voice crying
in the wilderness. The
wilderness of time
and space the voice crying for the past.
Leave
me alone you silly old
man, I haven't got all day to listen to your ravings. I am for Now,! Humankind and "The Empire!"
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Bravado! Arrogance
of imperialist scum. Your
breed has already killed
the Jewel of creation, for
debased motives, now you
wish too spread your vileness across both space and time!
I
don't care what you are. Get
out of my way Flamin' way or I'll blast you into your precious history ........
Morone! Aim the heat
hunting Torpedo and get rid of
that
pessimistic Ghost. He should have been dead years ago.
I cannot allow
this nor will I allow it! Your
blood be on your own
head!
Morone,
Fire! No! He's vanished
and I'm the Hottest thing in
light years of those Torpedoes!
Ahhaarrrrrrr.
The voice cries
"Before the reaper's blade come, leap !"
T, T, T, Ta Ta
T, T, T, Ta Ta
T, T, T, Tar ............
Morone, Fire! No! Ahhaarrrrrrr.
Boo. Poff. Ahh?
Ha! Ha! Har!
Morone turn this crate around, Let us forget the Empire, and to a sowing for the Messianic Message in this Apocalyptic age "Before the reaper's blade come, leap ! The Crimson flow of Love trickles down."
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