Completely not the topic at hand, but when I read "Android Anatomy" in the title, I had a picture of an Android phone opened up with parts all over the place.
Silly me.
Oh, in another barely-Fen related topic, has anyone done stories about the non-Fen environment? Not governments or major plot elements, but... well... I had this idea the other day. I'll try to post a few thoughts here.
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Jason counted bills and nodded, a grin on his face. "That's five hundred here, nice and pretty." He put the stack of bound bills back in the case, and sealed it. "Add the others, a nice, even ten thou." He nodded and flipped a two-finger salute to the man sitting across from him. "Pleasure doing business with you again, Will. When do you need us again?"
Director William McTaggart, current head of the NASA space program, sighed and pulled off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sound somewhere between laughter and frustration. "Probably a couple months from now. We've got another Italian satellite they want put up in orbit. And now that I think about it, JPL was saying something about wanting us to de-orbit a couple of old tin cans they've had spinning up there since the eighties. Bringing them back means less junk up there, which is good for everyone."
The entrepreneur nodded and made a couple of notes in his iPad. "Got it." He glanced up at the older man. "I take it payment is still in cash? You know, I could just set up an account with you guys. Bank transfer's just as good for me."
McTaggart shook his head and glanced out the window of his office at the Canaveral launch complex, a twisted grimace on his face. "I'd love to, but I can't. The Administration still doesn't want to admit publicly that the whole fan-spaceforce thing is real. Or at least, if they ignore it as much as possible, maybe they won't get smacked upside the head so much in the news over it. So I can't very well tell them the only reason we're staying within our ridiculously tiny budget is because I'm outsourcing the launch phase of our satellite program to you."
Jason chuckled and stood, shaking McTaggart's hand before securing the handcuff attached to the briefcase around his wrist. "Well, I'll see you next month, then. Let me know if you get those requests from JPL, and I'll handle it. Oh, I've also heard some really interesting things about a guy who's built a large cargo carrier which can make the Mars run in about a week. If you like, I'll ask around, and see if he's up to doing milk runs. If so, you might get a team on Mars sooner than 2020."
McTaggart sighed again, ignoring the grin on Jason's face. "Out with you, kid." He made a half-hearted swipe at the younger man as Jason laughed and started to duck out the door. "Wait!" McTaggart held up a hand in a 'hold' gesture as he pinched the bridge of his nose one more time, before settling the glasses back in place with yet a third sigh. "See if this friend of yours is interested, would you? I'd love to get boots on Mars if I could."
The space entrepreneur grinned and nodded to the Director as he left, closing the door behind him.
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Those who fear the darkness have never seen what the light can do.
Silly me.
Oh, in another barely-Fen related topic, has anyone done stories about the non-Fen environment? Not governments or major plot elements, but... well... I had this idea the other day. I'll try to post a few thoughts here.
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Jason counted bills and nodded, a grin on his face. "That's five hundred here, nice and pretty." He put the stack of bound bills back in the case, and sealed it. "Add the others, a nice, even ten thou." He nodded and flipped a two-finger salute to the man sitting across from him. "Pleasure doing business with you again, Will. When do you need us again?"
Director William McTaggart, current head of the NASA space program, sighed and pulled off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sound somewhere between laughter and frustration. "Probably a couple months from now. We've got another Italian satellite they want put up in orbit. And now that I think about it, JPL was saying something about wanting us to de-orbit a couple of old tin cans they've had spinning up there since the eighties. Bringing them back means less junk up there, which is good for everyone."
The entrepreneur nodded and made a couple of notes in his iPad. "Got it." He glanced up at the older man. "I take it payment is still in cash? You know, I could just set up an account with you guys. Bank transfer's just as good for me."
McTaggart shook his head and glanced out the window of his office at the Canaveral launch complex, a twisted grimace on his face. "I'd love to, but I can't. The Administration still doesn't want to admit publicly that the whole fan-spaceforce thing is real. Or at least, if they ignore it as much as possible, maybe they won't get smacked upside the head so much in the news over it. So I can't very well tell them the only reason we're staying within our ridiculously tiny budget is because I'm outsourcing the launch phase of our satellite program to you."
Jason chuckled and stood, shaking McTaggart's hand before securing the handcuff attached to the briefcase around his wrist. "Well, I'll see you next month, then. Let me know if you get those requests from JPL, and I'll handle it. Oh, I've also heard some really interesting things about a guy who's built a large cargo carrier which can make the Mars run in about a week. If you like, I'll ask around, and see if he's up to doing milk runs. If so, you might get a team on Mars sooner than 2020."
McTaggart sighed again, ignoring the grin on Jason's face. "Out with you, kid." He made a half-hearted swipe at the younger man as Jason laughed and started to duck out the door. "Wait!" McTaggart held up a hand in a 'hold' gesture as he pinched the bridge of his nose one more time, before settling the glasses back in place with yet a third sigh. "See if this friend of yours is interested, would you? I'd love to get boots on Mars if I could."
The space entrepreneur grinned and nodded to the Director as he left, closing the door behind him.
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Those who fear the darkness have never seen what the light can do.