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Al is back, sort of
This journal has been taken over by its original owner once more. Please note that Al is no longer a member of Theatrical Muse (apparently they kicked him while I was away ( Read more... ) -
Musings (Private)
It was getting dark in Al Bester's quarters on Mars, but he did not tell the computer to activate the lights. He had found out a long time ago that often it was easier to think in the dark, alone with his thoughts while his tight blocks and closed eyes completely shut him off from the world outside. He was tired, but he couldn't allow himself the ( Read more... ) -
Money, Fame or Happiness?
As I once told Garibaldi, the badge and the uniform do have their uses in my line of work. Most criminals who meet a Psi Cop are so convinced that he's just bursting with desire to read their pathetic little minds that they end to enough mistakes for even a mundane to catch them. Still, there are examples where anonymity works better, and in any ( Read more... ) -
What is your weapon of choice?
I'm a telepath. Work it out. -
What makes you jealous, and how do you deal with it?
Frankly, jealousy is a childish, selfish emotion and unworthy of a member of the Corps. Yes, I do remember feeling it as a child. I remember measles as well, and neither experience has relevance on my present life ( Read more... ) -
What is your dream occupation?
Why, of course I'd love to join the Rangers, proclaim my undying loyalty to Sinclair day in and day out and spend the rest as a second-rate Minbari imitation, but other than that...
No, seriously - I have never dreamt of being anything else but a Psi Cop. Which is not shatteringly original, true; nearly every child who is Cadre Prime and watches ( Read more... ) -
Of Centauri dancing in the moonlight, and other things...
Al woke with a start. The room was dark, and for a few heartbeats he felt scarily disoriented. What...?
Then he realized where he was.
Just a dream!
But, damn, what a crazy dream that had been...
He blinked, the tune of the song that had accompanied those strange images still repeating itself over and over in his head.
( ...dancing in the moonlight... )