You are inspiring me, man. I just got started w/this puppy but I had dreams last night about writing a Shekari style novella. Stay tuned for that and review of War of Wars! Shoham
haha welcome on board Sho! Pick your pen, let's ride the storm and let our crazy minds wander. This is short one, I actually took an oath not to write in 2017 but well, The temptation swept me off my feet and now I am on the ground buried in dust with my only girlfriend...her name is LAPTOP!
Beatrix Little woke up as if from a dream. It had been 1,287 years since she last drew a breath, but seeing the face of
her first born son as the first vision she saw when she returned was well worth the wait.
Not that death had died, but it had been postponed.
Since just a few years before her own shutdown, the process of autonecrotardation had finally been perfected. For
hundreds of years, humans had collectively wasted billions of dollars on so calledcryogenic freezing.
Snake oil salesmen!
If only the clients had known that the process of cryogenic freezing actually did the exact opposite of the natural method
and that ressurection, for the appropriately trained human was as natural a gift as walking or talking.
Should I say curse?
But Beatrix was short on time, and although she had been quite nostalgic in her previous life, this was no time for
warm fuzzies. There was work to do, a mission to accomplish, and an evil empire to resist. Beatrix and her son, Ramon
had to get to work, and they had to work fast, before rigeur mortis set in, and the clock was to strike midnight once
and for all.
If you did that in just five minutes then I am already scared, that's like a page work, man. Imagine what you would achieve in a day or a week, or say if you decide to take a month's project. And I love the concept. Looks fresh, and juicy
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her first born son as the first vision she saw when she returned was well worth the wait.
Not that death had died, but it had been postponed.
hundreds of years, humans had collectively wasted billions of dollars on so calledcryogenic freezing.
Snake oil salesmen!
and that ressurection, for the appropriately trained human was as natural a gift as walking or talking.
Should I say curse?
warm fuzzies. There was work to do, a mission to accomplish, and an evil empire to resist. Beatrix and her son, Ramon
had to get to work, and they had to work fast, before rigeur mortis set in, and the clock was to strike midnight once
and for all.