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What Are We?What are we without the organic life forms and sky-high buildings of the new that make of this round planetary world?
What are we without the peak of time and the vastness of the existence we call the universe?
What are we without the light and the dark, the shadows of misery, the light that lights the way?
WHAT are we? Without a simple drop of rain formed from ecstasy of first life Are we monsters or builders? Scholars or perhaps everything in between. WHAT ARE WE?
~Noah Aubrey Schiffman, July 26th, 2012
Earth 2275 Chapter 3 Part 1Earth 2275, Chapter Four "Vilgax"
"An endless sea of stars, this is what a galaxy is to all: a haven for life to burgeon in the great and growing cosmic expanse. Life can be simple for Tier 1 races, Tier 1's can live out their daily lives peacefully without provocation, usually through the lifestyles of Artisans, Philosophers, Farmers, Craftsmen, and Carpenters. Peace can exist to ones that attain Tier 1 status. Tier 2 Status is filled with hardships, fear, and an unquenchable Rage. Tier 2 races develop quicker than Tier 1's and are more prone to violence in many shape and form."
The Milky Way Galaxy is shown as several planets go through orbit as multiple alien species are seen; bright warm colors representing Tier 1 races, and sinister, darker colors for Tier 2.
"The Silver Spiral, my home for the past 7,000 years, was once plunged in an endless series of wars that claimed the lives of many peaceful ones that wish for a way out but can't seem to find it. These ancient battles were st
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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