It’s hard enough getting around a spaceport, they’re often such huge and rambling places. When the hovercab drops you at the wrong entrance, though, that adds on even more complication. Especially when the entrance the silly AI chooses is the entrance to the cargo deck — a place where nobody in their right mind is walking around, at least if they don’t have legitimate business there. And then add that the cargo deck is a cargo deck — it’s 5,000 metres up from the surface, to get it out of view of the local burghers. And I’m up here on a grid floor in spike-heel boots!
Some days, you can’t lin for the woosing ….
Oh, well; at least I’m warm in the wind … well, mostly warm; but at least I thought to put a top on under the traveling outfit.
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The details:
Head: Akeruka Nami 2.5 Bento
Body and feet: Maitreya Lara 4.1
Eyes: IKON Sovereign (Emerald)
Hair: rezology Cutting Edge
Dress: Rapture Coco (available at Cosmopolitan through November 30) (Note: You will probably want to remove your hands when wearing this, as the thumbs will poke out of the sleeves at the end)
Top: Yvole applier halter top green
Pants: Steelhead applier low ride leggings
Shoes: Fonde metal thigh boots (vintage)
Jewelry: Maxi Gossamer Aliah Moonshine long necklace and earrings
Note: WordPress is starting to feed out new software for their blog. Harper’s been playing with it, and has gotten mostly used to it, but I’m just beginning to learn the thing. However, I like some of the gimmicks it apparently has, and Harper’s given me a tip sheet on what to do, as well as the new “style book” for laying out an article, so here goes ….
Graduate school was always a busy time for students; it had been since the medieval days of old Europa on ancient Earth, and it hadn’t changed just because it was now the 48th Century C. E. But wise students always found some kind of time to come up for air from their studies if they wished to preserve both their grades and their sanity. Zana Sherman was no different from other students in that sense. True, as a cyborg, she had a few not-to-sneeze-at advantages over her organic friends, like a brain and body that did not tire in the same way as an organic body did. But the personality and thought processes that resided in that computer body still functioned in ways similar to a flesh-and-blood person; and that part of her still fatigued in ways similar to a flesh-and-blood body. Even in this, some things never seemed to change, no matter how many centuries went by.
Summoned from the waters of the sacred spring, the Guardian watches over the Glade of the Goddess, fending off those who would profane the holy shrine with their violence ….
Jem and Diana arrived on board the starbase at my invitation for a girls’ night yesterday, full of questions over my call to them. In reply, I showed them up to the station’s upper level in the “quarters” sector, and through a roundel door into the answer. “Behold, mesdames.”
Both my friends glanced around, until they lit on the screen and control panel. “A holodeck?” Jem asked.
Among the traditions that had held on in show business, the Green Room was one of the most persistent. Nobody knew for sure why the room set aside as an actors’ lounge was called “the Green Room,” and Ariel Sherman had heard of many rooms that weren’t painted or otherwise decorated in green, but there the name was. And when they had built the original Land of Fantasy Theatre out of the old pleasure house, Ariel had included a Green Room — though it was a touch more open to other people than just the performers in the revue — and insisted it be “correctly” decorated with green walls. Though she doubted few theatres had ever gone in for expensive draped green satin wallpaper; but, with the seed credit the cyborgs of Videra had to start with, why not splurge a little?
She did the same thing some ten years later, when The Land of Fantasy added a supper club to the front of the theatre building. Again, walls hung in green satin, gentle holo-abstracts and other artwork, and comfortable furniture provided relaxation for performers preparing to go on before the club’s patrons. And, as the club’s first performer — a change from starring in the main revue for so long — there Ariel was, breaking in the room … with a nasty case of stage nerves. Why in hell do I put myself through this? she wondered in her mind as she dragged hard on her cigarette holder. Years of performing six nights a week, multiple interview appearances on the ‘screen, even two virt-vids to my credit by now, and I still get stage fright before an opening.
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