March 13th, 2012
Have you read my blog?
E1: So...yeah. Oh wait! I guess I could say how nice it is of you to take a look. Then I could say something really awesomely interesting. YES! Now, that's what people want.
All my entries will start with the letter E followed by a number.
E2:
Well I really didn't do what I was supposed to. Sorry about that. I decided I'm going to post some of a story I felt like writing. I normally write fantasy and wanted to try science fiction instead.Read it if you want to. I think I'll add a paragraph every so often.
My Science Fiction Attempt #1: (I don't drink or endorse alcohol and actually dislike it.)
Preface: I want to provide the reader with a few things. One, I really did no research whatsoever. This piece of writing is based off the plausible and completely implausible. Two, the events take place somewhere else in the universe, conveniently inhabited by humans with many similarities to those on Earth.
Chapter 1:
Adele pressed the button, groggy from the night before. She had
celebrated her promotion with too much alcohol. It gave her a hangover
only the most expensive pills could fix. Adele was now second in
command of that damn sardine rocket. It was a name affectionately given to
her ITV, or Interstellar Transport Vehicle. She'd spent years in training classes
and simulations to finally obtain her new rank. The ITV ran on a mix of rocket
fuel, solar energy, advanced battery systems, and how cramped everyone felt
inside the economy-sized hull. Fortunately, today was her day off and she
thanked every star for it.
Sipping coffee forced her brain to think more about the
hot liquid coating her tongue, than her head splitting apart. She’d needed a
distraction. Adele had been so focused on her career, a night out was like a
holiday. The company was by all means elitist and expected unending
commitment to the job. Over the past few years, her days off
didn't even outnumber the fingers on her hands. Having sensed her
presence in the room, it activated. A glaring and intrusive beeping noise, went
off like a siren in her head.
“Ok, ok. Just shut up.”
Adele stomped quickly over to the computer console doubling as a table,
loathing it for the time in her life. It didn’t respond to her voice, which meant a
confidential message. The beeping attacked her ears, demanding a read-out of
her arm’s blood vessel structure. She slammed her hand quickly and finally,
relief. She sat down, closed her eyes, folded her arms, and expected
everything to just stop for once.
After awhile, the light won out. Its soft glow continued to plague
her, filtering past her eyelids. Adele finally decided to take a look at the screen...
"Confidential Message. FYEO" Adele easily understood the
acronym meant for her eyes only. While she'd had some aquaintances and
friends use this, she'd never recieved secret messages from work.
Adele only saw the company logo in the contents and tapped it with her
finger.
E3: Her name lit up on the screen.
"Adele Barnaby. A new work detail has been assigned effective
immediately.
Designated sector: Cerebus
New pay grade and job details are attached."
Slowly, pupils dilated in shock as they took in the information. Cerebus,
the whole planet was declared a nature preserve. Adele's mind raced as it
began to remember odd details of the peculiar planet. Cerebus couldn't be
visited recreationally. Companies had to be sanctioned by all five planetary
governments, only two operated there. Her company was one of them. Adele
tapped on the file, head lightly throbbing.
Her salary had been tripled...
"What!?" Adele stared at the number of zeros again, making sure she
wasn't seeing things.
E4:
Adele squeezed her eyes trying to push the headache away to no avail.
She looked over the rest of the file. Vector calculations, safety thresholds and
variances for the planet, along with detailed readouts, would take hours to
comb through.
"Ugh.” Adele prepared herself for what she was going to do next and took a breath.
Legs straightened. “Log off. Voice off.” Adele couldn’t deal with the torture of
hearing a chipper, sing-song voice pestering her. Not while she felt like slinking
back into bed.
Grabbing a coat off the rack, Adele's stomach did a somersault without
her. It took a few moments but, she touched her security card on the door
panel. With a click and a swish of air, the hallway opened up to her. She would
need a clear head or something close to it. There was only one place that could
help her out in such short notice.
The cure for a hangover had been discovered years ago. Even the worst
symptoms could be gotten rid of, for a price....
Ch 2: Off The Record
All my entries will start with the letter E followed by a number.
E2:
Well I really didn't do what I was supposed to. Sorry about that. I decided I'm going to post some of a story I felt like writing. I normally write fantasy and wanted to try science fiction instead.Read it if you want to. I think I'll add a paragraph every so often.
My Science Fiction Attempt #1: (I don't drink or endorse alcohol and actually dislike it.)
Preface: I want to provide the reader with a few things. One, I really did no research whatsoever. This piece of writing is based off the plausible and completely implausible. Two, the events take place somewhere else in the universe, conveniently inhabited by humans with many similarities to those on Earth.
Chapter 1:
Adele pressed the button, groggy from the night before. She had
celebrated her promotion with too much alcohol. It gave her a hangover
only the most expensive pills could fix. Adele was now second in
command of that damn sardine rocket. It was a name affectionately given to
her ITV, or Interstellar Transport Vehicle. She'd spent years in training classes
and simulations to finally obtain her new rank. The ITV ran on a mix of rocket
fuel, solar energy, advanced battery systems, and how cramped everyone felt
inside the economy-sized hull. Fortunately, today was her day off and she
thanked every star for it.
Sipping coffee forced her brain to think more about the
hot liquid coating her tongue, than her head splitting apart. She’d needed a
distraction. Adele had been so focused on her career, a night out was like a
holiday. The company was by all means elitist and expected unending
commitment to the job. Over the past few years, her days off
didn't even outnumber the fingers on her hands. Having sensed her
presence in the room, it activated. A glaring and intrusive beeping noise, went
off like a siren in her head.
“Ok, ok. Just shut up.”
Adele stomped quickly over to the computer console doubling as a table,
loathing it for the time in her life. It didn’t respond to her voice, which meant a
confidential message. The beeping attacked her ears, demanding a read-out of
her arm’s blood vessel structure. She slammed her hand quickly and finally,
relief. She sat down, closed her eyes, folded her arms, and expected
everything to just stop for once.
After awhile, the light won out. Its soft glow continued to plague
her, filtering past her eyelids. Adele finally decided to take a look at the screen...
"Confidential Message. FYEO" Adele easily understood the
acronym meant for her eyes only. While she'd had some aquaintances and
friends use this, she'd never recieved secret messages from work.
Adele only saw the company logo in the contents and tapped it with her
finger.
E3: Her name lit up on the screen.
"Adele Barnaby. A new work detail has been assigned effective
immediately.
Designated sector: Cerebus
New pay grade and job details are attached."
Slowly, pupils dilated in shock as they took in the information. Cerebus,
the whole planet was declared a nature preserve. Adele's mind raced as it
began to remember odd details of the peculiar planet. Cerebus couldn't be
visited recreationally. Companies had to be sanctioned by all five planetary
governments, only two operated there. Her company was one of them. Adele
tapped on the file, head lightly throbbing.
Her salary had been tripled...
"What!?" Adele stared at the number of zeros again, making sure she
wasn't seeing things.
E4:
Adele squeezed her eyes trying to push the headache away to no avail.
She looked over the rest of the file. Vector calculations, safety thresholds and
variances for the planet, along with detailed readouts, would take hours to
comb through.
"Ugh.” Adele prepared herself for what she was going to do next and took a breath.
Legs straightened. “Log off. Voice off.” Adele couldn’t deal with the torture of
hearing a chipper, sing-song voice pestering her. Not while she felt like slinking
back into bed.
Grabbing a coat off the rack, Adele's stomach did a somersault without
her. It took a few moments but, she touched her security card on the door
panel. With a click and a swish of air, the hallway opened up to her. She would
need a clear head or something close to it. There was only one place that could
help her out in such short notice.
The cure for a hangover had been discovered years ago. Even the worst
symptoms could be gotten rid of, for a price....
Ch 2: Off The Record
Posted by Natashaeyes | Mar 13, 2012 9:34 PM | 7 comments