I preferred the warm weather. It's too damn cold right now. There isn't anything mystical about snow -- get over the concept of frozen water and move on with your lives. It isn't even good for cooling electronics.

I've been here half an entire year. What have I to show for it? I need to work harder. I hate having fewer resources. I need more space, ( Read more... )

In my world, I was a god. A space-time-manipulating, transcendent being.

The rest of you on the Network can take your pitiful whining elsewhere.

This City has enough people who are not physically optimal, who could be.

In my world, "optimal" implies a very different state than in many worlds. For example, in 2010 Earth, it seems that "optimal" is roughly defined as being free from sickness, having good vision and other sensory performance, being physically fit and in an appropriate weight ( Read more... )

[A little girl with black hair and bright green eyes is walking through the City, a disgusted look on her face. She stares out at the passersby, as if she has never seen any of them before, and sometimes she cranes her head up to stare at the buildings in much the same way. After trying to get the attention of one or two people, she gets frustrated ( Read more... )

[Have an intense-looking cyberpunk unitard, with a missing left lower sleeve and open back to show what cybernetics are there. Standing at the front of a lecture hall is one very sharp-looking teacher and a hologram projector that looks like something out of a science fiction movie. SHODAN's expression, though, isn't playing. She tilts her chin ( Read more... )