Or is it?

-- Bob
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The Internet Is For Norns.

Well, Rocket Girls was so much fun I wanted to see more. Of course. Unfortunately, lacking fanfic ideas for the setting, I had to settle for looking up similar works.
AnimeSuki produced three. One was the SSA itself, one, Moonlight Mile, had ugly art and a protagonist of a personality type I loathe, and the third, Twin Spica, is if anything even better than the first.
I mean, any piece of fiction that can get me to the point of tears within a single episode of meeting the characters is packing some serious dramatic talent.
Besides, the opening theme rocks beyond belief.
Ja, -n
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"V, did you do something foolish?"
"Yes, and it was glorious."

So just on a lark, what kind of video card would I need to run BioShock at 1680x1050 with no slowdown? I've got an AMD Brisbane 4600+ dual core processor, 2 gigs DDR2 RAM, 430w PSU and an EVGA GeForce 7300 GS that is going to be replaced shortly.*********
Touched By His Noodly Appendage
www.venganza.org

A few months back, I can't quite remember when, I was listening to my local public radio station when a segment on a music review came up. It highlighted a new (or new-ish) artist.
She's a white, young, female singer whose voice sounds almost as if it's going to crack but doesn't. Soft, but with conviction.
The song they played had lyrics that were almost like "I'm not a drunk but--" or something like that. I'm fairly certain it followed that "I'm a" or "I'm not a " pattern.
At any rate, this song was compared, or rather contrasted, to Amy Winehouse's "Rehab" in terms of content.
Yet her singing style reminded me more of Jenny Lewis's solo album "Rabbit Fur Coat." Kind of a folk/blues/alternative style.
She has a myspace page, which I visited, but I neglected to bookmark it and as I no longer remember her . . . well . . .
As to which program it was, I believe it was "All Things Considered," though it may have been "Fresh Air." As a long shot, perhaps "The World."
Sorry it's so little information but there you go. Any help appreciated.
-murmur

www.cyberus.ca/~dragonflight/dead_bang/
I'm unsure if this is going to be the final polish on this chapter, but it's mostly finished. After a *very* long period which mostly involved me working insane evening shifts at work, I've finally found myself writing again. Half of this chapter pretty much wrote itself with me along for the ride.
The combat, which I have been planning for a while, is finally shaping up, and it looks like the next chapter will focus heavily on that. This chapter sets the stage, and introduces a long-absent combatant.
Dragonflight
(edit: I also can't recall how to make the text wrap cleanly like I did in chapter two. Anyone who can tell me again how to do that, I'd be grateful, and would repost it. For the moment, I suggest you copy it all and paste it to notepad with a word-wrap in place.
Oh, and I noticed most of the fanfiction was being hosted on Bob's site. Feel free to host these chapters there as well. I just have them on my site so I have a distribution source. )
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Those who fear the darkness have never seen what the light can do.

fenspace.craigslist.org/s...09159.html
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Set to the full version of Kotoko's song Being
For those who remember season 1
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Into terror!,  Into valour!
Charge ahead! No! Never turn
Yes, it's into the fire we fly
And the devil will burn!
- Scarlett Pimpernell

Set your Tivos and VCRs: Next week's (8/29/07) Mythbusters is entirely about recreating superhero gadgets.
You know I'll be there.

-- Bob
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The Internet Is For Norns.

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It had never really been her intent to try this, Dee reflected. As much as it might make the history books if she pulled it off, attempting to be the first person (though that was fuzzy, given her status as an AI who created a body) to successfully survive an unshielded, unsuited atmospheric reentry wasn't on her list of things to try.
The problem was, the area she was falling in was kinda... too busy for extraction. There was rather a lot of debris; she suspected that the ship her boarding barge had been approaching was nearly filled with potential shrapnel. So when it blew up... well, it'd be impolite at best to ask someone to navigate through that. It was irritating, it suggested that there was a leak somewhere, but nothing much to do from there.
At least there were some advantages to being an AI crammed into a robot body. She'd already finished backing up her software to a remote server she kept in the event stuff like this happened, so it's not like she was really afraid of dying. Okay, this thread of her existence might stop and it would be inconvenient; the body had taken a lot of work to produce and there wasn't another one ready. But really, just a setback.
There was a faint tingling as the first brushes against the atmosphere ran across her limbs at ridiculously high velocities. She adjusted her posture to try to create more drag before hitting the thick soup of lower atmosphere. Actually, in theory, it might just be possible. The full human size body had been made almost entirely out of nickel-based alloys, fortified with tinkered versions of the handwavium strains used in Battle Steel. So it was basically Battle Inconel, albeit an alloy of inconel tinkered with even before being 'waved. And normal inconel had incredibly high heat resistance, so would it cope with reentry? She guessed she'd find out.
In a way it was vaguely anticlimactic. The outer shell of her body was glowing white hot by the time she reached sea level, and some of the handwavium circulating inside had boiled off, carrying a lot of heat with it, but there was no serious damage. It brought up a whole new problem though, that proved even more intellectually stimulating.
"Now, how can I most easily get off the bottom of the damned ocean," the signifigantly-denser-than-water android muttered to herself as she sank.