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> > >the world will have no choice but to > > >make you their new god. > > > > Let the love in! > >this is the easy way, being as lazy as i am, suits me well. ... but would they love their god? ---> jab | commie | http://commie.oy.com "Did you ever read what they call Science Fiction? It's a scream. It is written like this: 'I check out with K 19 on Aldabaran III, and stepped out through the crummalite hatch on my 22 Model Sirus Hardtop. I cocked the timejector in secondary and waded through the bright blue manda grass. My breath froze into pink pretzels. I flicked on the heat bars and the Brylls ran swiftly on five legs using their other two to send out crylon vibrations. The pressure was almost unbearable, but I caught the range on my wrist computer through the transparent cysicites. I pressed the trigger. The thin violet glow was icecold against the rust-colored mountains. The Brylls shrank to half an inch long and I worked fast stepping on them with the poltex. But it wasn't enough. The sudden brightness swung me around and the Fourth Moon had already risen. I had exactly four seconds to hot up the disintegrator and Google had told me it wasn't enough. He was right.' They pay brisk money for this crap?" --- Raymond Chandler
