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Shine Like Water   Leave a comment

It is said by the Eldar that in water there lives yet the echo of the Music of the Ainur more than in any substance that is in this Earth; and many of the Children of Ilúvatar hearken still unsated to the voices of the Sea, and yet know not for what they listen.

J. R. R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion

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A bad link led me to this piece of parkland where a club should have been. The club is no more, but the island remains, lovingly landscaped now by someone, set with statues and a wandering path. I stayed long enough to shoot a few photos, but I won’t share the landmark, as I think it’s private property, and I don’t want my mistake to be bringing lots of people descending on the homeowner’s little paradise.

I had a party in mind, some rock ‘n roll for the night, and so I climbed into a brand new pantsuit by Rapture. (Members of the store group are getting a discount for a while, so check it out soon!) It’s available in quite a few colors, but a party deserves some shine, and Rapture’s materials treatment certainly supplies that here. This jump suit shines as much as afternoon sun off the water of a lake or river ….

Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.

Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad

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I’m wearing:

  • Head: LAQ Ana 3.05 Bento
  • Body and feet: Maitreya Lara 4.1
  • Hands: Vista ProHands
  • Eyes: Ikon Sovereign – (Passion)
  • Hair: Charme Roxy
  • Outfit: Rapture Melinda jumpsuit (Gold-Silver)
  • Shoes: SlackGirl Suzie heels
  • Jewelry: GeWunjo Sunny necklace and earrings; RealEvil ReVoX Aviator Watch; Amour Fashion silver bangles
  • Eyeshadow: Zibska Liquorizia (Omega, slot 13)
  • Lipstick: Oceane Bette (Omega, lips slot 3)

Research Paper   Leave a comment

In the 48th Century, most organic lifeforms tended to carry several preconceptions about the way that Videran cyborgs lived their lives. The all-too-common impression was that all a ‘borg needed to do was glance at a filmpage or a screen, read the contents, and they knew everything there. However, as Zana Sherman could testify all too well, taking in data was not the same as actually learning. A ‘borg’s computer brain still needed to train on how to use the data, to analyze and discuss, in order to act on the information it received, just like an organic’s. And you needed to prove that acquired knowledge to the Powers That Be, in order to get the accreditation the law frequently required. Such as Ph.D.s in psychology.

Which was why Zana was now where she was, observing a shift of the operations crew on one of the private starbases orbiting Videra, gathering information for a paper due one of her professors. Psychology of xenospecies was her focus of study, and this shift was strongly populated by non-humanoid lifeforms. Indeed, by a fluke of scheduling, two sisters from the planet Tibeon were holding down the main operations chairs during this shift. Staying as unobtrusive as possible, asking the minimum of questions on what they did and why, Zana still found herself tapping reams of notes into her tablet.

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Cargo Deck

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
  • Eyeshadow: Zibska Verad (Omega, slot 4)
  • Lipstick: Zibska Sable (Omega, slot 3; vintage)
  • Lashes: Oceane Smokin’ Hot mesh lashes

Photographed at INSILICO SE region

Subway Tokens

“Okay, I gave you 500 yen; the least you can do is give me the freakin’ subway token!”

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Lunch Break

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.

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Family and Friends

 

4767 C. E.

Ariel Sherman, relaxing one night on the front terrace of her mansion in Vidran City, saw the flitter descend from traffic level outside the estate, aiming for the parking area in front of the garage. The golden cyborg smiled as she recognized the color and markings on the air vehicle. Laying aside her bookpadd on a side table, she stood and headed down the stairs to the ceramacrete pathway between house and garage.

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The Ivory Dame Caper

Full-size photos at my Flickr stream

It had been a long day, a day in a string of days filled with lots of nothing. Business lately was flatter than a Martian flat cat; and brother, that’s flat. Even the weather was depressed; it had been spitting rain all day, the kind of rain that ate holes in ceramacrete here on Chania 3, nice and acid.  Anyway, I was sitting in my office, fighting the latest battle in the age-old war between income and expenses. As usual, the expenses were winning; I hadn’t seen a clipped credit in weeks.  I was already a month behind on the rent; the landlord was beginning to give me the fish eye and tap on the commlink on his belt every time he saw me, which was turning into every morning as I walked in the lobby.  I knew what that meant; he kept the name of his favorite bouncer on speed dial there, some critter big and blue and with six arms.  When that guy bounced you, you stayed bounced.

I was getting ready to give it up for the day, when there was a knock on the door.  A knock on the door meant one of two things:  the landlord’s bouncer, or a paying client.  Right at the moment, I couldn’t be fussy.  If it was the bouncer, he’d just rip the door off if I didn’t open it, and the landlord was in the right, anyway.  If it was a client, I might just make enough out of this to stave off Blue Boy’s advent.  I keyed the door….

…and knew that this case was probably gonna be worth big credits, and that I was in a whole lot of trouble from the get-go.

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