lazyfatbum Wrote:hahaha thanks GR i didnt actually change your whole style i hope, i just wanted to shed some light in to that whole not hitting a wall thing. :D

But dont forget: everything is a penis. Cigars, the train, tall women, straws, it's all penis. Ever seen people push and pull their straw through the plastic hole of their beverage? Ever seen people pet their cats "seductively"? hell yes you have, use them as weapons, assault your audience; They love it.

Quote:hahaha thanks GR i didnt actually change your whole style i hope, i just wanted to shed some light in to that whole not hitting a wall thing.

Quote:With a bright flare the sun burst from behind the Earth, its light pouring out a new day to those on the surface. A large object swung lazily along its orbit around the Earth. The light from the sun finally reached it revealing it to be the orbital space station Titanus 2. It had replaced the first after it had become obsolete at the end of the 24th century. Titanus 2 held within its twin domes the largest human city in the solar system. Larger even than the great cities of Earth. It served as a departure point for Mars and the moons of Jupiter as well as a home to the more than 30 million people that lived there.
It was more than 2 miles from the tip of one dome to the other and the radius of each dome was nearly 8 miles. It was considered to be man’s greatest achievement in engineering. The complex life-support system was controlled by Octarius-D5 a specialized super computer. Octarius was specifically designed to handle almost any errors or glitches that it might encounter, but as all men know no computer is completely safe-no matter how advanced or well protected it may be.
Larsen Ortail was assigned to repair any glitches or malfunctions that Octarius might miss. It was a rare occasion when it did and usually the problem could be eliminated by a few simple keystrokes. So, it was a very boring job. It paid well, and for Larsen that was what really mattered. He glanced at a digital clock on the wall of his office; it was almost midnight down in New York City where he had lived before coming to Titanus. He rolled his chair over to the row of computers that lined one wall. All reports showed that Octarius’s status was in the green. He moved back to his desk.
He leaned back in his chair trying to fight over the sleep that was threatening to overtake him. Octarius will be fine, he thought and then fell asleep. He was awakened by the blinking red light and a slight buzzing sound. He quickly wheeled over to a monitor. It showed that a slight error had been detected but Octarius had failed to correct it. He typed a few lines of code into the keyboard. The red indicator changed back to green. He leaned back in his chair. Same thing, different day, he thought. Suddenly all the indicators began flashing red. Larsen jumped and quickly went to work. Lines of text began appearing on the monitor. He stared at it a few seconds not quite believing what he saw. Then he shook himself and feverishly began punching in lines of code, but nothing changed. He jumped up and ran to the far wall. He smashed the glass covering the emergency shut off switch. He grabbed the switch and shoved it down. Nothing happened. He stared in horror.
Larsen ran to his desk and typed in the evacuation code. He grabbed his coat and ran out into the hall. Outside the station the emergency booster rockets were slowly coming to life after being dormant since the station was first put into orbit. The boosters began firing, pushing it, pushing it straight towards the moon.

Quote:I'm quite afraid I'll be forced to pare a lot of it away, and I don't want to, because my writer's vanity tells me every last word is precious.

Quote:or release it in parts

Quote:think about what you just said.

Dark Jaguar Wrote:It's like everyone here has a book in them except me.

Quote:That's a hell of a mile-stone. 60,000 makes a novel, after all.