Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Thought-terminating cliché



Been able to score some points in the last couple of rounds, but this is more because some drivers have abandoned their campaign and only a dozen or so show up for the race now, rather than any improvement in my performance. On the contrary I've gotten worse, getting involved in numerous incidents, my string of zero incident races now a distant memory. Gotta try and detox and re-focus during the summer break.

Quacksalver punches in the entry code on the keypad and waits for the confirmation tone... a short beep, barely audible, is followed by a deep thud. Then the airlock slowly opens as escaping gases hiss and metal surfaces shriek as they grind against each other. "This is the core of the ship," he says with a flourish, but there is nothing beyond the doorway. Not an empty room, not darkness, but nothing. 


Quacksalver asks, "Do you see?"

Yes, I see.

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