Oct 12, 2009 14:19
BACKSPACE
(More Guitar) / I Hate New York - Thorns of Life (0:29 + 3:58 = 4:27)
“Telemetry’s looking fine, Schwitz. Let’s downshift and see if we can’t drop momentum to negative without retro-deleting any possibility waves.”
Schwitz looked up from her readscreen, her green eyes hazy behind the data filters on her navgoggles. “What,” she managed after a moment of working her jaw silently. Negs smiled that devil’s grin of his as he shrugged. “My dad will effin’ kill me if we wreck. Not to mention all the possible future-damage we could cause if we screw it up.”
“Isn’t that what makes it awesome?” Negs looked at Schwitz, she looked at him, and, with the ghost of a smile, she punched the BACKSPACE button, time swirled, possibilities collapsed, and she and Negs found themselves in the space behind space, existence’s backstage.
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