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"I don't do anything to them," John told 1812, waiting with him in the Compound hallway for Mitchell. "Look, lots of people have had more than one IPD partner ( Read more... ) -
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It wasn't that he regretted naming 1812 after Tchaikovsky's overture. It was man's music, the truth of which was evident in the fact that John wouldn't have listened to the overture at all if it weren't for the cannons. It was just that John wanted the little droid to be capable of singing more than the same old stanza. Say, a nice reggae to ( Read more... ) -
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John paced the short length of their hut with both hands held out in front of him. Seven hours since they'd found a second body. Seven hours since they'd all learned that another innocent woman had died ( Read more... ) -
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There were a billion stars in the sky over the Gulf. His father had told him that - not to discourage his young son from counting them, but to remind him just how big the universe was, and how many dreams it took to fill it ( Read more... ) -
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John sat very still in the grass. The wind moved the leaves on the trees around him, lifting his short hair in tufts that rose and fell, but John himself was still ( Read more... ) -
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John had a headache.
That wasn't so much a pain as it was a thorn in his side, as anytime John had a headache or felt anywhere near under the weather, Scorpius seized the opportunity to take a pleasure cruise in John's body.
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John set beneath the shade of a thick-leaved palm, ignoring the pointed looks Scorpius kept passing to him from the other side of the trunk.
"No, he is not my umpteenth partner," John told him. "And umpteen isn't even a real word, aren't you supposed to be smarter than me ( Read more... ) -
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On the western shore of the island, there was a outcrop of boulders. Beneath the largest boulder was a small crevasse, and wedged into that crevasse was John. There was a bowl of half-eaten food of some kind at his feet, but he paid it no attention, favoring the rock walls that surrounded him instead. There were equations written there, but ( Read more... )