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In deinen AugenIn deinen Augen...
... so verletzbar und still
kann ich das Kind sehen, dass nur Einsamkeit kannte.
... so unerreichbar fern
kann ich den Menschen sehen, der du versuchst zu sein.
... so unbeschwert lachend
kann ich den Menschen sehen, der sich in dir verbirgt.
... so empfindsam und rein
kann ich sehen, wie du fühlst.
In your eyes...
... so vulnerable and silent,
I can see the child that only knew solitude.
... so inaccessible,
I can see the man you try to be.
... so bright laughing,
I can see the man that is hiding inside.
... so sensitive and pure,
I can see how you feel.
Quantum EntanglementThe office was a flurry of activity when I entered. No doubt it had been this way ever since the Endeavour entered a stable orbit. Two centuries of planning, prep and endless waiting, and for the first time, mankind had reached another star.
“Rosen?” A hard voice called across the medley of movement and chatter.
“Here, sir,” I called back and hurried over to Doctor Lindborn.
“You’re late. Take this and get into the observation room. We need to prep you for entanglement.” A swipe across his tablet sent a chart from his screen to mine.
I nodded and left, weaving between rows of desks and technicians, towards the glass fronted room that would be my environment for the next week. Sutter was already there, leaning back in his chair, silver augment stretching across his brow, between his temples. Beyond him were a dozen identical chairs, each with its own attending techie.
Doctor Petrovyn entered behind me, and we were both whisked away to sep
Powerwhine's LamentJuanita Alvarez sat in the house she shared with Dominique Freeman, watching the television. Dominique was out on a date this evening, and Juanita didn’t expect her to be back for a while. So it was a shock when the opened door opened. She swiveled her head around to see Dominique slam the door behind herself. “I take it the date didn’t go well?” Juanita asked.
“That bastard…” Dominique muttered angrily, mostly to herself, as she hung her coat up.
Juanita shut off the TV and asked, “Care to tell me what happened?”
Dominique walked over to the end of the couch and crossed her arms. ”So we’re in the middle dinner when he gets a phone call. I get curious about what he’s talking about, and so I ask him what it was about after he was done. He tells me, and get this, that it was his wife! Their kid was sick and she was giving him an update.”
Juanita winced and said, “Ow.”
Dominique nodded and continued
The First BlastTim left his home in a daze. He wandered across his lawn freely, like someone who knew he had to get somewhere but who had no idea where that was. He looked up at the cloudless sky, staring right into the sun. He shut his eyes, then opened them and turned them down the row identical, brightly coloured two story houses that made up his neighbourhood. Still somewhat in shock, but slightly more confident in his movements, he began to walk down the row, just skirting the edges of the bright green lawns and paved driveways.
Almost everywhere he went, families were gathering on their yards. The same shock and awed loss of direction was apparent in everyone’s faces, as if they had all woken up from a strange dream. He nodded politely to those he passed, waving hello to a few. They returned the favour, though their friendly smiles carried even less genuine feeling than normal.
The cause for their shock and awed expressions was clear. No one questioned it, everyone understood as soon as t
The Creamfast CaseThe Ollenberg Auditorium was filled with people, both large and slim. This was truly a main event, in its own right. Amongst the clamoring people, a troupe of security guards were heading over to the podium, but nobody was able to see the person they surrounded.
Once the person got up, he was finally revealed to be wearing a golden lab coat, to match his already eccentric hair. The rest of his outfit was actually clad in black.
"Good citizens!" He said, "I'm so thankful you came here today! I've noticed that obesity is gaining some kind of popularity. But the problem is that the epidemic is rising faster. So, I've created a solution!"
He brought out a tub of ice cream. Then, he took out a remote control, and activated a movie.
There was no narration, but the scientist said, "You see, people, this is Creamfast, the latest in weight-loss technology. I understand how some of you have busy jobs, but this concoction is both an enjoyable treat, and guarantees near-instant results! For t
Inventor and Creator- EndingIt is a rather peculiar tale. Yet, she was a rather unusual lady, with a very odd and fantastic secret. However, like all tales we must draw the curtains and lament the fate of the inventor and her creation christened Emmeline. It would appear that the cruel Fates decreed a sad end for our star-crossed lovers. This here is how the story concludes.
The inventor prepared for her final journey. She set all of her affairs in order. Her remaining research was to be passed on to her fellow scientists for them to decipher and perhaps innovate the golden age of Society. She took great care to leave her remaining assets to Isaac, for the children she would never set eyes on again. The inventor could not bring herself to step foot in the family manor. She did not belong in their domestic bliss. But she could leave her nieces something to grasp for, an education, a chance to excel just as she did with the best men of science the world had ever known. This was the legacy she intended to leav
Trust Machines - Leashing"What the hell is that?" Michelle asked startled, pointing at the apparition leashed on a park bench. Sheryl followed her gaze and cocked an eyebrow.
"An elephant, obviously." she observed, apparently unimpressed and Michelle shot a withering look at her friend.
"Of course it's an elephant." Michelle responded tartly. "That I can see for myself. What I want to know is why it is only the size of a pony and why it is leashed to a park bench!"
"Hm..." Sheryl pondered. "Perhaps that's simply someone doing Leashing."
Michelle looked at Sheryl with a blank look on her face. "Leashing?"
Sheryl sighed. "Yes, leashing. Girl, you need to stay in touch with the current social media themes. Look, there's someone taking pictures of the elephant!"
Indeed there was a boy in their age shooting images of the small elephant with his smartphone. Which, in Michelle's opinion, still didn't explain shit.
"I still can't follow. Of course someone is taking
OHFE: Sherlock, Holmes and Doctor... Who? There had been plenty of strange cases, but this one was nearly the most curious. According to the Curiosity scale from one to ten, with one being outstandingly boring (or being able to be solved with a snap of fingers) and ten being almost impossible to solve, this one could get nine. And a half.
It all had begun as many cases do. People vanishing. But that had been the most curious: they had been absolutely nowhere to be found. They could be gone when their relatives weren't looking. Just disappearing in thin air. Even the omnipresent Baker Street Irregulars couldn't find them despite being given detailed descriptions. And then something opposite had happened, which had made the rating of it run up.
The doorbell rang, as if calling for help, and the tall man with sharp face lines made his way down. As he expected, those were Baker Street Irregulars, but this time there were more of them than usually - most times two or three of them came to inform about one more
Trust Machines - Criminal EnergyAfterwards, Mr. Peter couldn't really say what had spiked his attention in the first place. It may had been the fact that the odd pair hadn't come out of the Venn Machine in front of his store. It may had been something else. But whatever it may had been, he'd just stood in front of his store, smoking a cigarillo as his reward for another day of work being over when it had happened. Which had meant that he had had a premier seat to watch over the enfolding spectacle.
Mr. Peter's raised his eyebrow as the peculiar looking pair entered the mall. They looked hilarious. First of all, there was a miniature rhino stomping into the mall. It wasn't even remotely the size of a real rhino, but it was notably bigger than a pony, probably pushing the maximum size which could fit into a Venn Machine to the limit. The Rhino was equipped with large saddle bags and on its back there was a rider, his appearance being even more amusing. He looked like a wiry, six-armed monkey, wearing combat boots
Twitch Plays Pokemon is a Perfect Metaphor
Twitch Plays Pokémon is a perfect Metaphor for Religion Vs Science
The social experiment, Twitch Plays Pokemon is a perfect metaphor for Science VS Religion. Before the Jesus Freaks start jumping my bones just let me explain. In the game and the story that the people created to explain the what was going on, Red our protagonist plays the worst game in the history of the Pokémon game franchise . He releases his Pokémon, he does not get anywhere close to 'catching them all, he took so long to get to the Elite Four (final battles agents Humans) that the timer which keeps track of the game's length (not the Twitch one, the in game one) will no longer count higher, it is stuck at 255.00. (They released the save file, and I've played it for over an hour and the timer never went up) Red instead of fallowing his own mind and heart, (playing the game like any 10 year old child did when it was first released) he constantly consulted his religious text (Helix Foss
Under the iron sky, doctor
Now that you have gone away
I feel so cold, why did I stay?
Dreams. One can't control them. One has to experience them. Stand by helplessly when they slip from your hand. The Doctor accompanies me often. Very often. And yet, I can never follow him.
Remember, I'll remember your face so pale
when you left me on that gloomy day...
Every time, every single time I die, leave another scar deep within him. Hurt him and have to watch how he is torn apart. The moment when his face turns ashen, when he knows that he can't help me. And never, not a single time I'm able to tell him, it's OK. That I have to leave him behind.
Time goes by, memories are mine
Memories. Memories that aren't real. Created by me, my dreams, my yearnings. So real, and yet never ever more than a dream. But they belong to me, me alone. My secrets. My memories.
Still waiting for the moment I'll see you again
Times are changing, memories are fading
One can't enforce dreams, long for them. They come, or they don't.
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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