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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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“If they ever do my life story, whoever plays me needs lots of hair color and high heels.”
— Charlize Theron
The way you wear your hat,
The way you sip your tea,
The memory of all that —
No, no! They can’t take that away from me!
— Ira Gershwin (lyricist), “They Can’t Take That Away From Me”
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Warning: The photos (and, to a degree, the story) should be considered NSFW. You accept the consequences if you continue on; you have been warned….
It was well past midnight of the station night, but Seong wasn’t feeling tired at all — rather, she tingled with anticipation. However, to fulfill that anticipation, she needed to get to her destination.
Fortunately for her, “night” on Tulla ‘niFalon Anthropology Starbase, orbiting the planet Elenia, meant exactly that. To give the impression of a diurnal rhythm, the station cycled its lights to correspond with the time of day in the city over which the base held its geosynchronous position. There was just enough light to see for normal humans, especially in the dark-purple colored halls of the Residential Section. Seong padded along, her movements quieted by the crepe soles of her boots. And what boots they are! she thought with a grin. Not to mention the top!! We won’t mention anything else, of course, because there’s nothing else to mention….
Are you tingling with antici…pation? Turn the page!
Publisher’s note: As you may know, I originally published this poem, written by me, in September 2011. Recently, though, I’ve wanted to polish it up a little and take new, less muddy photos to compliment it. This is my new effort, and I offer it to you, along with a brand-new framing story, for your consideration. More speech on the details and other aspects afterward….
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The young cabin boy’s day was over, his captain to bed; and he knew that he, too, should be rolled up in his own hammock with the powder monkeys below. But the men were yarning tonight to pass the time, and many of them had a soft spot for the young lad. They would tell him tales of the sea, taking pleasure both in their skill at spinning tales, and at his interest in their words. The boy hung rapt now as a scarred old veteran sailor drew on his pipe and let out a cloud of smoke to be blown away on the wind coming through the gunports, then spat out out the nearest one, and launch into a fresh story.
“There are those who claim that the world is round,” said the fellow; “that the Sea bends back upon itself without end and goes about the earth in a circle that never stops; that you can sail from one point to any other point on any other seacoast without flying away into the heavens. And they would be right…except when they are wrong. For there are those who know the spells which, for a time briefer than can be measured, yet longer than the world is old, can unbend the Sea and open the door to the skies, and a ship may sail away to a world beyond the world…the world of the Sea Queen’s folk.”
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