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<br><br><br>
<center>
<h1><font size="5">The Tale of the Rainbow Cat</font>
<h1>"} + span_giant("The Tale of the Rainbow Cat") + {"
<br><br>
<font size="2"><i>by Miyahara Koichiro</i></font></h1>
"} + span_normal(span_italics("by Miyahara Koichiro")) + {"</h1>
</center>
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@@ -46,13 +46,13 @@ Category: Fiction
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<p>
Once upon a time there was a cat, but he wasn't the kind of cat you're thinking of. He was from the land of the fairies and his fur was completely unexpected colors. For starters, his nose was <i>violet</i>. His eyes were <i>indigo</i>, his ears were <i>sky blue</i>, his front paws were <i>green</i>, his body was <i>yellow</i>, his back paws were <i>orange</i>, and his tail was <i>red</i>. So he was a mysterious cat of seven colors arranged just like a rainbow.
Once upon a time there was a cat, but he wasn't the kind of cat you're thinking of. He was from the land of the fairies and his fur was completely unexpected colors. For starters, his nose was "} + span_italics("violet") + {". His eyes were "} + span_italics("indigo") + {", his ears were "} + span_italics("sky blue") + {", his front paws were "} + span_italics("green") + {", his body was "} + span_italics("yellow") + {", his back paws were "} + span_italics("orange") + {", and his tail was "} + span_italics("red") + {". So he was a mysterious cat of seven colors arranged just like a rainbow.
<br><br>
That rainbow cat went on all sorts of strange adventures. The following story is one of them.
<br><br>
One day while the rainbow cat was sunbathing, he was suddenly vexed by boredom. That is to say, peace reigned in the land of the fairies, so nothing much was going on.
<br><br>
<i>It's not good for my health to spend all my time idling about as if I haven't got a care in the world,</i> he thought. <i>Perhaps I should head out and go on an adventure.</i>
"} + span_italics("It's not good for my health to spend all my time idling about as if I haven't got a care in the world,") + {" he thought. "} + span_italics("Perhaps I should head out and go on an adventure.") + {"
<br><br>
So he put a note up on his door: "Dear Mr. Post Man, I will be gone for two or three days, so if any packages or letters come, please throw them down the chimney."
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@@ -205,7 +205,7 @@ Category: Fiction
<br><br>
<font color="#998666">One d</font><font color="#ad9e85">ay</font><font color="#b8ab94"> wh</font><font color="#c2b7a3">ile</font><font color="#ccc3b3"> A</font><font color="#d6cfc2">n</font><font color="#e0dbd1">dy wa</font><font color="#ebe7e0">s mas</font>
<br><br><br><br><br><br>
<font color="#998666"><i>It fades out quickly into worn, blank pages. You feel as though you've found a relic of times long past.</i></font>
<font color="#998666">"} + span_italics("It fades out quickly into worn, blank pages. You feel as though you've found a relic of times long past.") + {"</font>
<hr>
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<br><br><br>
<div class="border">
<h1>Poems for a Rainy Day</h1><br>
<i>A Collection of Poetry<br>by Wilfred Owen</i><br><br>
"} + span_italics("A Collection of Poetry<br>by Wilfred Owen") + {"<br><br>
</div>
</body>
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@@ -339,7 +339,7 @@ Category: Fiction
</style>
</head>
<body>
<b>Anthem for Doomed Youth</b>
"} + span_bold("Anthem for Doomed Youth") + {"
<hr>
<div class="border">
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
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</style>
</head>
<body>
<b>The Send-Off</b>
"} + span_bold("The Send-Off") + {"
<hr>
<div class="border">
Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way<br>
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</style>
</head>
<body>
<b>Dulce et Decorum Est</b>
"} + span_bold("Dulce et Decorum Est") + {"
<hr>
<div class="border">
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,<br>
@@ -432,8 +432,8 @@ Category: Fiction
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--<br>
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest<br>
To children ardent for some desperate glory,<br>
The old Lie: <i>Dulce et decorum est<br>
Pro patria mori.</i><br>
The old Lie: "} + span_italics("Dulce et decorum est<br>") + {"
"} + span_italics("Pro patria mori.") + {"<br>
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@@ -461,9 +461,9 @@ Category: Fiction
</head>
<body>
<br><br>
<h1><i>Silence</i><br></h1>
<h1>"} + span_italics("Silence") + {"<br></h1>
<br><br><br><br>
<i>By<br>Samara McCollough</i>
"} + span_italics("By<br>Samara McCollough") + {"
</body>
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@@ -479,7 +479,7 @@ Category: Fiction
<div class="border">
The door gave under Sergei's gloved fist and crashed silently to the floor, twisted around its remaining plastic hinge.<br><br>
"Whoops," Sergei's voice mumbled through the earpiece. Michael didn't need to look at the his partner to know that beneath his helmet, the Texan was cringing.<br><br>
"S'all right." A pristine environment would make their job easier, but salvaging didn't require perfection. Michael softly shouldered past the younger man and moved into the abandoned living quarters, careful not to snag his suit. Other than the ruined door, the room was in mint condition. Depressurization had clearly been a gentle process here; air slowly leaking through seals that had been designed for hours of vacuum exposure, not years. The left side of the room was taken up by a desk, with a bunk bed situated at a comfortable height above. On the right was what appeared to a be a closet set into the wall, as well as a recessed table with some kind of lab equipment on it which Michael's salvaging experience immediately filed away as <i>valuable</i>. <br><br>
"S'all right." A pristine environment would make their job easier, but salvaging didn't require perfection. Michael softly shouldered past the younger man and moved into the abandoned living quarters, careful not to snag his suit. Other than the ruined door, the room was in mint condition. Depressurization had clearly been a gentle process here; air slowly leaking through seals that had been designed for hours of vacuum exposure, not years. The left side of the room was taken up by a desk, with a bunk bed situated at a comfortable height above. On the right was what appeared to a be a closet set into the wall, as well as a recessed table with some kind of lab equipment on it which Michael's salvaging experience immediately filed away as "} + span_italics("valuable") + {". <br><br>
The cabin's walls, floors, furniture, and even bed sheets were an almost uniform gray. Any discernible difference in shade was whitewashed out by the harsh light emanating from a large rounded rectangle in the wall opposite to the door. Michael stared at the rectangle, not sure he believed what he was seeing. Behind him, Sergei swore softly.<br><br>
"That's a real window." He murmured. "Like, not a screen. I've never seen one of those on a starship before."<br><br>
"Me neither." Michael wondered what it was made of. Even from the doorway he could see that the material had to be more than half a meter thick, completely penetrating the inner and outer hull of the ship. Suddenly anxious, he checked his Geiger; the rad count was unchanged. He grunted in surprise. "Well, it's shielded, whatever it is. Let's get what we came for."
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</style>
</head>
<body>
<b>My Rock</b><br>
<i>by Roman Pilduski</i><br><br>
"} + span_bold("My Rock") + {"<br>
"} + span_italics("by Roman Pilduski") + {"<br><br>
<div class="border">
<br>I have a rock. It is with me anywhere I go.<br><br>
I'm accustomed to my rock, its weight is always present.<br><br>
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<br><br><br>
<div class="border">
<h1>Ghost Ship</h1>
<i>by Ogawa Mimei</i><br><br>
"} + span_italics("by Ogawa Mimei") + {"<br><br>
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To wait the coming morrow.<br><br>
The hound was still, the birds said naught,<br>
The fox denied he had been caught,<br>
The bear cried "<i>This is just our lot</i>",<br>
The bear cried ""} + span_italics("This is just our lot") + {"",<br>
And surrendered to his pain.<br>
But the cat stood up and shook his head<br>
And rising from his metal bed<br>
He said: "<i>For now, I am not dead,<br>
And I will not die in vain!</i>"<br><br>
He said: ""} + span_italics("For now, I am not dead,") + {"<br>
"} + span_italics("And I will not die in vain!") + {""<br><br>
He cried aloud with much disdain<br>
And tore about his stark domain<br>
And said "<i>These walls cannot contain<br>
A force as strong as I!</i>"<br>
And said ""} + span_italics("These walls cannot contain") + {"<br>
"} + span_italics("A force as strong as I!") + {""<br>
And the fox just laughed, and the birds all cried<br>
And the bear knotted up himself and died<br>
But the hare looked on as the poor cat tried<br>
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<br><br><br>
<center>
<h1><font size="5">RA<br>-<br>Issue 142</font>
<h1>"} + span_giant("RA<br>-<br>Issue 142") + {"
<br><br>
<font size="2"><i>by Jawn Mancer</i></font></h1>
"} + span_normal(span_italics("by Jawn Mancer")) + {"</h1>
</center>
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<body>
<center>RA - Issue 142</center><br>
<div class="borders">
<center>"<i>Engie! You must be calm when waking the animals! I hope you are better at ice-skating and making nests!</i>" was the Captain's critique when I explained where and why I had left the "<i>most precious shovel</i>".<br><br>
"<i>Do you how the cost of shovel replacement?! I'd have to take on another business loan and the bank manager is already giving me dirty looks and not talking to me!</i>" Captain had continued to rant. If the Photoshop worm monster ate me instead of the shovel, I think Captain would be slightly less upset.<br><br>***<br><br>
<center>""} + span_italics("Engie! You must be calm when waking the animals! I hope you are better at ice-skating and making nests!") + {"" was the Captain's critique when I explained where and why I had left the ""} + span_italics("most precious shovel") + {"".<br><br>
""} + span_italics("Do you how the cost of shovel replacement?! I'd have to take on another business loan and the bank manager is already giving me dirty looks and not talking to me!") + {"" Captain had continued to rant. If the Photoshop worm monster ate me instead of the shovel, I think Captain would be slightly less upset.<br><br>***<br><br>
Was that even Photoshop? It seemed slightly bigger and longer. Can't be sure of anything these days. I'm afraid that someday I'll finally succumb to botulism or some sort of other poisoning and that will be the end.</center><br><br>
I'll see something that's not there and fall off a cliff. Or slip into a snow crevice and slowly sink deeper and deeper... and nobody will find me or help me.<br><br>
Brrr.<br><br><center>***</center><br><br>
I find myself developing a severe paranoia of snow in addition to my severe hypochondria.<br><br>
After my encounter with the shovel-eating monster, I started to throw rocks ahead of me and then walk only onto the spots where the rocks didn't sink into the snow.<br><br>
You can never be sure that there isn't something horrible under there.<br><br>
<b>EVER.</b>
"} + span_bold("EVER.") + {"
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Thank god my Chionophobia isn't anywhere like Snippy's. He seems calm on the surface, except some times.... Eeesh.<br><br>
I recollect that one time he went completely bonkers when a large snowflake fell onto his lens. Freaking out, flailing and screaming, total full psychotic breakdown. Thank god Captain poured tea onto his mask as a distraction of sorts.<br><br>
He even ranted afterwards about living snowflakes and how they planned to shatter his lenses, cut him up and drill into his head to sample his organic juices.<br><br>
"<i>Watch out for the snowflakes,</i>" he later told me. "<i>They cannot be trusted!</i>"<br><br>
"<i>What are they gonna do? Pick me up and carry me away to the North Pole?</i>" I jokingly commented.<br><br>
"<i>I am serious!! I'm not crazy! I know it sounds crazy, but the snowflakes were planning to kill us all!</i>" He shouted, flapping his arms psychotically.<br><br><center>***</center><br><br>
""} + span_italics("Watch out for the snowflakes,") + {"" he later told me. ""} + span_italics("They cannot be trusted!") + {""<br><br>
""} + span_italics("What are they gonna do? Pick me up and carry me away to the North Pole?") + {"" I jokingly commented.<br><br>
""} + span_italics("I am serious!! I'm not crazy! I know it sounds crazy, but the snowflakes were planning to kill us all!") + {"" He shouted, flapping his arms psychotically.<br><br><center>***</center><br><br>
Snippy's mental condition worries me. I think Captain is only aggravating it with nonsensical demands.<br><br>
I hope that Snippy doesn't stab me with a trowel, while my back is turned. What if he's extremely jealous of my shovel's size and if it only takes a little snowflake to push him over the edge...<br><br>
What if he discovers, remembers who I am?<br><br>
@@ -849,23 +849,23 @@ Category: Fiction
<div class="borders">
I'm afraid of Charles Snippy. So very afraid.<br><br>
He always keeps glancing at that little Captain's heart cup like that thing is about to grow legs and walk off or something.<br><br>
"<i>Jeez. It's just a cup man, relax,</i>" I told him.<br><br>
"<i>No</i>" he answered, "<i>It is something abhorrent! It's motives are unclear! I know whether not to trust it!</i>" He began to postulate.<br><br><center>***</center><br><br>
""} + span_italics("Jeez. It's just a cup man, relax,") + {"" I told him.<br><br>
""} + span_italics("No") + {"" he answered, ""} + span_italics("It is something abhorrent! It's motives are unclear! I know whether not to trust it!") + {"" He began to postulate.<br><br><center>***</center><br><br>
I think that Snippy's mental state is slowly sliding towards Captain's. Talking to inanimate objects, inventing strange stories, shouting at nothing.<br><br>
Recently I overheard Snippy yelling:<br><br>
<center>"<i>I'm ALIVE! WHAT? No! You did WHAT?! I'm alive, I don't care what it is you did!</i>" </center><br><br>
<center>""} + span_italics("I'm ALIVE! WHAT? No! You did WHAT?! I'm alive, I don't care what it is you did!") + {"" </center><br><br>
I looked through a crack in the wall at him. He was definitely having another episode. From the one sided conversation and his hand poses I deduced that he was talking to his scarf.<br><br><center>***</center><br>
"<i>I am human! I just want to be normal!</i>"<br><br>
""} + span_italics("I am human! I just want to be normal!") + {""<br><br>
Snippy shouted;<br><br>
<center><i>"STOP ASKING!"<br>
"TOO LATE?!"<br>
"WOULD YOU PLEASE LEAVE MY SPINE ALONE!"<br>
"PUT MY LIVER BACK!"<br>
"STOP SLIDING MY ORGANS AROUND!"<br>
"WHAT?!"<br>
"DON'T DO THAT!"<br>
"NO, I DON'T WANT TO EAT METAL!"<br>
"I DON'T CARE HOW CONVENIENT IT IS TO HAVE SEVENTEEN APPENDAGES!"</i></center><br>
<center>"} + span_italics("\"STOP ASKING!\"") + {"<br>
"} + span_italics("\"TOO LATE?!\"") + {"<br>
"} + span_italics("\"WOULD YOU PLEASE LEAVE MY SPINE ALONE!\"") + {"<br>
"} + span_italics("\"PUT MY LIVER BACK!\"") + {"<br>
"} + span_italics("\"STOP SLIDING MY ORGANS AROUND!\"") + {"<br>
"} + span_italics("\"WHAT?!\"") + {"<br>
"} + span_italics("\"DON'T DO THAT!\"") + {"<br>
"} + span_italics("\"NO, I DON'T WANT TO EAT METAL!\"") + {"<br>
"} + span_italics("\"I DON'T CARE HOW CONVENIENT IT IS TO HAVE SEVENTEEN APPENDAGES!\"") + {"</center><br>
I figured Snippy imagined that the scarf kept offering him some kind of super-powers, including immortality and he was rejecting them.
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<div class="borders">
When I was young, I often wished somebody offered me superpowers.<br><br>
Sigh.<br><br>
I'd be like "<i>Hells yeah, I'd like to be immortal and have the strength of 10</i>". I always hated the novels in which characters chose to be human instead of accepting greatness. This was one of the reasons I've created Project Seven- to find someone who is truly great... even if lacking the human condition. I really should have known that a super with powers of luck would turn out to be a highly confused, carefree imbecile.<br><br><center>***</center><br><br>
I'd be like ""} + span_italics("Hells yeah, I'd like to be immortal and have the strength of 10") + {"". I always hated the novels in which characters chose to be human instead of accepting greatness. This was one of the reasons I've created Project Seven- to find someone who is truly great... even if lacking the human condition. I really should have known that a super with powers of luck would turn out to be a highly confused, carefree imbecile.<br><br><center>***</center><br><br>
Was I wrong? Maybe.<br><br>
Did I doom humanity by launching that search query?<br>
<center>Perhaps.</center><br><center>***</center><br>
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<br><br><br>
<center>
<h1><font size="5">RA<br>-<br>Issue 147</font>
<h1>"} + span_giant("RA<br>-<br>Issue 147") + {"
<br><br>
<font size="2"><i>by Jawn Mancer</i></font></h1>
"} + span_normal(span_italics("by Jawn Mancer")) + {"</h1>
</center>
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<h1>RA - ISSUE 147</h1>
<div class="borders">
<h1>ENTRY 57893__3342 : PRIORITY 1 ADMIN : DR ALEXANDER GROMOV :</h1>
"<i>I am immune to the broadcasting signal.</i>" Snippy said and it suddenly dawned on me.<br><br>
""} + span_italics("I am immune to the broadcasting signal.") + {"" Snippy said and it suddenly dawned on me.<br><br>
The weak broadcasting signal that was coming from the Undead... it reactivated my own neural receivers!<br><br>
It meant that I could potentially access some sort of useful information via the G-Directorate subnet drive in my backpack.<br><br>
Information that I presumed lost. Information about ANNET's new army of spam-bots, their positions, their weaknesses.<br><br>
Anything that could help me survive this mess.<br><br>
"<i>R:/login admin control... launch grid browser protocol... private browsing, full control,</i>" I whispered.<br><br>
""} + span_italics("R:/login admin control... launch grid browser protocol... private browsing, full control,") + {"" I whispered.<br><br>
The broadcasting signal responded! A little G appeared in my right eye, with signal strength signage.<br><br>
It showed one and a half signal bars. Good enough!<br><br>
Glowing letters formed in my right eye.<br><br>
@@ -973,7 +973,7 @@ Category: Fiction
SUBJECT'S MENTAL NEURAL PATTERN DEEMED... UNSCANNABLE.<br>
SUBJECT IS CONFIRMED TO BE BRAIN-DEAD.<br>
***</center><br><br>
"<i>Wait... you are... UNSCANNABLE?!</i>" I cried out in surprise.<br><br>
""} + span_italics("Wait... you are... UNSCANNABLE?!") + {"" I cried out in surprise.<br><br>
What did Snippy just ramble back? He's the last one? What?<br><br>
Does he not even realize that he's theoretically brain dead?<br><br>
Has nobody ever told him that?<br><br>
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<div class="border1">
<div class="border2">
<p class="font2">
<i>The</i><br>
"} + span_italics("The") + {"<br>
</p><p class="font1">
<b>CHRONICLES</b><br>
"} + span_bold("CHRONICLES") + {"<br>
</p><p class="font2">
<i>of</i><br>
"} + span_italics("of") + {"<br>
</p><p class="font1">
<b>MARGATA</b><br>
"} + span_bold("MARGATA") + {"<br>
</p>
<font size="3">VOLUME I</font>
"} + span_large("VOLUME I") + {"
<br><br><br><br>
<font size="4">MOLLY<br>HIGHLANDER</font>
"} + span_huge("MOLLY<br>HIGHLANDER") + {"
<br><br><br>
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@@ -201,7 +201,7 @@ CATEGORY: Fiction
<div>Gadroc had gold poop for a week.</div>
<br>
<br>
<h1><b>Fin.</b></h1>
<h1>"} + span_bold("Fin.") + {"</h1>
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"})
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<body>
<b>That night at the dinner table</b> he brought it out and set it down beside her plate. Doris stared at it, her hand to her mouth. "My God, what is it?" She looked up at him, bright-eyed.
"} + span_bold("That night at the dinner table") + {" he brought it out and set it down beside her plate. Doris stared at it, her hand to her mouth. "My God, what is it?" She looked up at him, bright-eyed.
<br><br>
"Well, open it."
<br><br>
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<sup>by Sene of Sheraeshi.</sup></center>
<hr>
<p class="borders">
One may find the problems inherent in co-habitation well illustrated through the ubiquity of light bulbs among virtually all settlements. In colonies like the <i>NCS Northern Star</i>, where I make my residence, the bulbs are uniform in design and output. But it is clear to see that various species require different amounts of light for proper vision -- we Teshari and our Tajaran comrades require less, while Dionaea require more. In addition, these light bulbs are low-heat, which the cold-blooded Unathi would certainly not prefer.
One may find the problems inherent in co-habitation well illustrated through the ubiquity of light bulbs among virtually all settlements. In colonies like the "} + span_italics("NCS Northern Star") + {", where I make my residence, the bulbs are uniform in design and output. But it is clear to see that various species require different amounts of light for proper vision -- we Teshari and our Tajaran comrades require less, while Dionaea require more. In addition, these light bulbs are low-heat, which the cold-blooded Unathi would certainly not prefer.
<br><br>
In short-- the standard light bulbs aboard even a cosmopolitan space station in the Vir Cluster are calibrated for the preferences and biology of humans and Skrell. It is obvious that we Teshari would benefit greatly from having structures tailored to our own culture and anatomy, from hallway redesign to the very filaments of the light-bulbs.
</p>
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</head>
<body>
<br><br><br>
<h1>The Viability of Corporate Government<br><small><i>by Yang Simiao</i></small></h1>
<h1>The Viability of Corporate Government<br><small>"} + span_italics("by Yang Simiao") + {"</small></h1>
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"},
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<div class="border">
<i>Corporations frequently act</i> as the local government of space stations that they own and operate. This works fine for small stations - in fact, it might even be necessary, with the amount of support they tend to need. However, when stations get larger, and larger, and their populations soar to five and six digits, the situation becomes untenable.<br><br>
"} + span_italics("Corporations frequently act") + {" as the local government of space stations that they own and operate. This works fine for small stations - in fact, it might even be necessary, with the amount of support they tend to need. However, when stations get larger, and larger, and their populations soar to five and six digits, the situation becomes untenable.<br><br>
Representative democracies have been the most stable form of government for a variety of reasons. Firstly, they are a system that is not subject to the whims of a single person, or even a few, but are controlled by the general population, which is not as likely to shift rapidly and disastrously, not to mention far less likely to cause strife for the people. The second and more critical reason is that people, especially educated people with access to proper communications, desire the ability to rule their own lives. They may surrender this for material goods, but once material needs are satisfied, they will seek out the ability to fulfill their own purposes.<br><br>
Corporate government denies the ability to do this. It denies even the possibility, as why would a company give up a position that is giving them such amazing profits? The situation is untenable. Already we can see in some stations a small but growing element that is dissatisfied with the situation. Phrases like "tyranny" and "corporate dictatorship" are thrown around, and not without justification. If corporations do not act to give people control over the rule of their homes, things will go badly - for the companies.
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In a fringe system, the Relan system, there is a history of these actions. Because of the poverty of the system, companies neglected to provide properly for stations housing families - systems such as power and gravity failed regularly, and even life support was not nearly as reliable as is required in Sol space. This pushed the natural tension between the people and the faraway rulers to the breaking point far more quickly. The people won, and companies were greatly neutered, losing about 85% of their operations on moons and asteroids within the system. There are now two governments within the system - the Relan System Authority, based on the system's only garden world, Taron, essentially a puppet-state of the companies, and the Free Relan Alliance, the 'spacer' government of the stations, asteroids, and moons that rebelled and won their freedom. Despite the planet being wealthier, and the spacers having far tougher conditions, standards of living are much higher for the spacers.<br><br>
It is without a doubt that this will happen in Solar space if nothing changes. Corporations such as NanoTrasen and Grayson must, <i>must</i> give the people of their stations the authority to govern themselves.
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<h1><font size="5"><small>A Brief History Of</small><br><b>The Rise And Fall Of The Persian Empire</b></font><br>
<font size="3"><i>by Satrap</i></font></h1>
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<center><b>Beginnings</b></center>
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The Persian empire first started as a vassal to the Median empire. In the year 612 B.C., the Medes had conquered much land, including the Assyrian capital of Nineveh. The Median king, Astyges, decided that he would arrange his daughter, Mandane, to the Persian king, Cambyses I. At this time, the Persians were little more than a tribe. With this marriage, he secured an alliance with the Persian people, and they soon bore a son they named Cyrus.<br><br>
Astyges had a dream, which his priests interpreted as a bad omen. They claimed that his grandson would one day overthrow him and grow an army to spread around the continent. To challenge this dream, he assigned his general, Harpagus, to kill his daughter's first child. He was ordered to take the infant and leave him to the mountainside to be eaten by the beasts, but he could not do that. Instead, he decided to give the child to an adoptive family.
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<center><b>Conquests</b></center>
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The young Cyrus was indeed an ambitious figure. As historical records show, the Median general Harpagus decided to betray the king and assisted Cyrus in speedily taking over the throne. By capturing the Median capital of Ecbtana, Cyrus became king of both the Persians and the Medes, uniting the people as one. The neighboring country of Lydia had threatened the Medes in the past, to which Cyrus used as a justification to invade and conquered them as well. Cyrus would then be known as Cyrus the Great, and would be praised by his people for his exploits. His actions earned him the admiration of his people and rivals alike.<br><br>
Cyrus' most famous conquest would be historical Babylon. The Babylonian empire was built along the river of the Euphrates, and was regarded as a treasure of the world. Tempted by the prize, Cyrus set his course.<br><br>
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<center><b>A Superpower</b></center>
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By conquering Babylon, Cyrus had ultimately defeated the major threats to his empire, and expanded his borders to cover the Middle East, parts of Modern-day Turkey, Greece, Egypt, and Asia. Not only this, but his people were infatuated with him and how smoothly he ran his empire. Cyrus never ceased to expand his empire, until his death.<br><br>
Nearing his sixties, Cyrus continued to lead his troops to conquer more land and wealth for his people. Traveling up north, he encountered a tribe of people known as the Massagetae. According to legend, the tribal queen, Tomyris, witnessed Cyrus kill her son in battle. Tomyris proceeded to decapitate Cyrus and douse his head in a bucket of his own blood. A beautiful painting by the 18th century French Renaissance painter Jean-Simon Berthelemy depicts this gruesome scene.
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<center><b>Dynasty</b></center>
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Despite the death of their leader, the Persian empire remained a stable one. Cyrus' grandson, Darius I had immediately seized the throne. Darius wasted no time to carry on his grandfather's honor. He continued to expand the empire even further, all the way to the western hemisphere, right at the doorstep of the Greeks. Darius would be famous for his administrative prowess. He introduced the Satrap system to govern his lands. Since the territories were so vast, it was difficult for one man to effectively govern it all. Many rebellions would rise and would need to be quelled. Satraps were representatives of the king himself. They would serve as a governor of each Persian city-state. They would often enjoy the luxury of complete control of their lands if the king was away. This autocratic system of government would catch on in the form of autocracy in the western world.
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Unfortunately, the empire would not last forever. After Darius The Great passed away, his heir Xerxes had much difficulties fending off the Greeks from his empire. A series of failures both in land and in naval combat marked a decline in Persian power. Suddenly, the whole world would be shocked, as a young Macedonian king named Alexander The Great would sweep through Persia and destroy the entire empire in a single campaign. By 330 B.C., the Persian empire had collapsed into several sprawling states, never to fully see the glory of it's legacy again.<br><br>
The empire lasted approximately 250 years through several generations, and the contributions it has made to society as we know it is immeasurable.
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<h2>Resource Re-purposing</h2>
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<b>Cardboard Products</b><br>
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Most cardboard-based products, especially any boxes you may find, can be broken down to a sheet and stacked up. From there, you can reuse it to make folders, more boxes, or anything else you may need (such as a clever disguise).
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<b>Glass Bulbs</b><br>
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Do not throw away your burnt out, broken light bulbs: collect them! These bulbs can be inserted into the nearest autolathe where their glass can be re-purposed. Broken bulbs and tubes both fit inside: just mind the sharp edges if they've been shattered.
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<b>Glass Shards</b><br>
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Did somebody break a window again? No matter, put on your welding goggles and you can re-purpose those glass shards right there on the spot by melting it down back to a more useful state.
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<h1>Disposals Reclamation</h1>
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<b>Sifting through ...stuff.</b><br>
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You would be amazed at the amount of materials that get flushed down disposals: and nearly half of it isn't garbage. People flush things down disposals all the time just to get rid of it: bags, tools, boxes. For one reason or another, some idiot in medbay has thrown away a perfectly good lab coat again. The engineer? They've thrown down an entire toolbox: empty, because they've probably stuffed its contents into their own tool belt.
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Like disposals, maintenance can be a 117th wonder of the universe. Lord knows how this stuff ends up in these tunnels: Drills. Shades. Cuffs. All these things can get organized and replaced in appropriate storage areas, but keep in mind: Some of that stuff's there for a reason, such as the emergency internals, gas masks, fire extinguishers, and flashlights. These types of objects should stay there: But if you find a bottle of liquor in a crate somewhere? Hell, why not bring that on home for a good time?
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<h1><br>A Guide to <br>FBP and Prosthetic Maintenance<br><br></h1>
<b>by Yuki Matsuda</b><br><br>
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<small>Player's Guide</small></h1>
<center><sub>by Ray Rogers</sub></center><br>
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Each player starts with three attributes: <i>Vigor</i>, <i>Grit</i>, and <i>Giddyup</i>. Vigor counts how strong, how healthy, and how in-shape a cowpoke is. Grit defines how well a cowpoke can deal with wounds, how gritty his stare is, and how much ice cold water runs through their veins. Giddyup controls how agile a cowpoke is, how well they can dodge a bullet, and how well they can sling.<br><br>
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When rolling an attribute, a cowpoke uses one d6. If they roll a 4 or above, they succeed. A cowpoke can roll more or less d6s depending on situational advantages/disadvantages, items they may be carrying, or abilities they may have accrued in their time moseying. As long as a cowpoke has one more success than failure, they succeed. For each additional success, up to 6, that success is enhanced or modified in some way.<br><br>
In combat, initiative is gained by pulling poker cards. Initiative is then resolved from highest to lowest suit and number. In the event of tying cards, suits are resolved in this order: Hearts, Spades, Diamonds, and then Clubs. Then the cowpoke who gets highest goes on his turn. During their turn, they can do anything they please. Whatever action they want to achieve, they describe it narratively, and then the storyteller tells them how many d6s they may roll to achieve this task.
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<h2>How to Survive a Mass Depressurization Event</h2>
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<p class="indent">This is the first thing you should do in a mass depressurization event. Take out the breath mask and emergency air tank from the emergency box in your backpack. Put on the mask and clip the air tank securely to your belt; this way, you will not lose it if you fall over or pass out. Set the distribution pressure on your air tank to at least 18 kPA to conserve air. This represents the minimum threshold for a human to maintain consciousness.</p>
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<p class="indent">You may find that your air tank will soon run out. Do not worry. There are numerous emergency oxygen closets placed throughout the station, blue in color with 'O2' written on the front in white. You can also retrieve an oxygen tank from a fire closet. When possible, fill up your air tank in one of the large, blue O2 canisters by inserting your air tank, setting the distribution pressure to max, and turning on the release valve. Just make sure to turn the release valve off before removing your oxygen tank.</p>
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<p class="indent">Keep track of the local atmosphere. What is the pressure? Is it rising or falling? A pressure of 101 kPA is optimal for human survival, but you can survive conditions as low as 80 kPA for extended periods. You can check the pressure on the air alarms placed throughout the station or with your PDA's atmospheric scanner function. Make sure to check the pressure several times in quick succession, so you can know whether it is rising or falling.</p>
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<p class="indent">In the event of depressurization, the station's fire locks automatically drop in an attempt to contain the breach. However, this can also impede movement. If possible, find an alternate route to your destination or find a safe place to wait until the station's engineering team repairs the station. Do not open a fire lock without an engineer's express permission unless you are in immediate mortal danger. After you have opened a fire lock, make sure to close it immediately so as to prevent the breach from spreading.</p>
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<p class="indent">Follow the instructions of engineering, medical, and security personnel, as well as the orders of the heads of staff. Engineering personnel are trained to fix these situations, and medical personnel will likely be conducting search and rescue operations. Do not impede them and follow their instructions; you are more likely to survive, and less likely to endanger your fellow crew members.</p>
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<li>Avoid using force where possible.</li>
<li>Inform the warden when a criminal is wanted and set their wanted status via your security HUD if possible. Beepsky is a force to be reckoned with.</li>
<li>Respect the chain of command! The warden outranks you within the brig itself. Obey the Head of Security, but remember that the Overseer outranks him.</li>
<li><b>Remember your priorities:</b> one punch is hardly something to arrest anyone over if there is a hostage situation.</li>
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<h1><br>Thermodynamic Reactions and Research:<br>
<font size="2">A Guide to Phoron Studies and Safety<br>
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As a phoron researcher, you will likely operate within two separate labs. The first is your department's research and development lab -- this is where you will study the elements of existing technology and build upon it. The second is your department's toxin's lab, in which all thermodynamic phoron research takes place.
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While the research and development department is quite important to phoron studies, the toxins lab covers the relations between heat, energy, and phoron. Preparing and outfitting your lab is crucial to a successful study.
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If your lab is not already equipped with a gas cooling system, it is recommended you seek out one to use. With some work, these are obtainable in your research lab, but aid from your station's engineering team or using an existing one -- such as those that can be found in a medical bay - are also suitable.
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Next, note the pipes, ports, and where they all connect. Three ports should lead directly in to your mixing chamber. Two of these will pump <i>in</i> to it, while the third pumps out. There should be pumps within the airlock leading to the chamber that help operate these pipes. Two additional ports should lead to a heat exchanger. One side of the exchange should run pipes directly into the chamber, while the other only connects to the exchange. The former will heat up from an active mixing chamber, while the latter will heat the gas -- normally phoron -- in the canister attached to the port.
Next, note the pipes, ports, and where they all connect. Three ports should lead directly in to your mixing chamber. Two of these will pump "} + span_italics("in") + {" to it, while the third pumps out. There should be pumps within the airlock leading to the chamber that help operate these pipes. Two additional ports should lead to a heat exchanger. One side of the exchange should run pipes directly into the chamber, while the other only connects to the exchange. The former will heat up from an active mixing chamber, while the latter will heat the gas -- normally phoron -- in the canister attached to the port.
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Before you start your mix, ensure the chamber is empty and clear. You can rid it of any contaminating gases in two ways: pumping it through the output port and into a canister, or venting the chamber of it.
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<b>Thermodynamic Studies: What Next?</b>
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Here is where the guidance ends. You have your heated phoron, and you have access to a gas cooling system. You may cool your available oxygen canisters and test the interaction of temperature and pressure variation.
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<font size="3"><i>by Satrap</i></font></h1>
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Zoroastrianism was founded by the prophet, Zoroaster. Zoroaster was a priest in an area that preached mostly polytheistic religions. He rejected these beliefs, mostly because they were used to classify people in a rigid social structure with priests controlling the ordinary people. One day, while bathing in a river, Zoroaster received a vision from God.
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Zoroaster reportedly found the visions of a God named Ahura Mazda, or the <i>"Wise Lord"</i>. Ahura Mazda came down to Zoroaster in the form of his Amesha Spentas, or <i>"Divine Immortals"</i>. This experience changed his worldview, and he sought to spread his religion through the lands. Despite some struggles, he was successful in that the Persian Empire picked up his beliefs, and spread them far and wide (but did not do so forcefully).
Zoroaster reportedly found the visions of a God named Ahura Mazda, or the "} + span_italics("\"Wise Lord\"") + {". Ahura Mazda came down to Zoroaster in the form of his Amesha Spentas, or "} + span_italics("\"Divine Immortals\"") + {". This experience changed his worldview, and he sought to spread his religion through the lands. Despite some struggles, he was successful in that the Persian Empire picked up his beliefs, and spread them far and wide (but did not do so forcefully).
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Zoroastrianism is a simple religion. There is one God, Ahura Mazda. He is omnipotent, omnipresent, and the force behind all creation. His six Amesha Spentas are representations of himself in various aspects and forms. An analogy to think of is that he is the sun, and they are all rays of the sun. Ahura Mazda is opposed by a devil named Angra Mainyu, or the <i>"Destructive Spirit"</i>. While Ahura Mazda seeks to create life and beauty, Angra Mainyu only seeks to destroy his greatness and glory at every turn.
Zoroastrianism is a simple religion. There is one God, Ahura Mazda. He is omnipotent, omnipresent, and the force behind all creation. His six Amesha Spentas are representations of himself in various aspects and forms. An analogy to think of is that he is the sun, and they are all rays of the sun. Ahura Mazda is opposed by a devil named Angra Mainyu, or the "} + span_italics("\"Destructive Spirit\"") + {". While Ahura Mazda seeks to create life and beauty, Angra Mainyu only seeks to destroy his greatness and glory at every turn.
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<i>Let us enjoy reading this Korean mythological story of the Sun-Goddess of Korea.</i><br><br>
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Byun-soon, Dael-soon and Hae-soon were three sisters. One day a tiger came to their house, and on seeing him the girls ran out of the back door and climbed a tree.<br><br>
When the tiger began to climb the tree, the sisters prayed to the gods to save them. Their prayers were answered.<br><br>
An iron chain descended from the skies and the sisters climbed up to safety.<br><br>
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