Abstract Rorschach
Joined July 2009 and calls Lost in a Stream of Consciousness home.
326 stories, 58 challenges, 462 comments, and 85 friends
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I like writing, science, almost all forms of music (literally), creating constructed languages, graphic/visual arts, and a good book. I will not hesitate in saying I am a Christian and I am darned proud to be an American.
Stories
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Something Worth Suffering through Casseroles and Soufflés For
“Nice of the Princess to invite us to a picnic,” X asked, “eh, Luigi?” “I hope she makes lotsa spaghetti!” he piped up. I was seated next to him in the back. I always hated this seat, because I was always subject to ...
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Dirty Laundry
I got the bag out of the trunk. Once we were inside, we ushered Marcozi into the back room. Marcus took this as a cue to brandish his .44 wildly. “Boss got some dirty laundry with you!” he shouted. “Marcus!” X shouted. “Wh...
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Doing Your Job
“So…you took care of it?” I asked X as he got in the car. “What? Yeah,” he answered. “Why do you ask?” “It’s just that I didn’t hear any screaming or anything.” “Maybe I can help allev...
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The Morning Pre-Work Huddle
The three of us were gathered around Boss’ large Victorian desk. “I’m sorry I had to wake you boys up so early,” he began, “so I hope that the rest of this day will make up for it.” He handed X a folded piece of yell...
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A Plausible Scapegoat Suggestion Failure
We turned to leave the house, but the stupid kid piped up. “And just what am I supposed to tell my mom about what just happened?” he shouted. “Or the neighbors?” Marcus was getting irate. Past experience taught that, if not corr...
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All for a Trifle
“Th-th-there,” the kid managed, pointing at the couch. It was one of those couches that folds out into a bed. “F-fold it out. I h-h-hid it un-d-d-der the b-bedsheets.” Marcus kept his gun on the kid. “You get it. You could...
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Deal or No Deal?
The kid recoiled at the sight of what could have become of his head and started to whimper even more. He tried to shuffle backwards on the floor. The muzzle of Marcus’ Magnum stopped him. “Don’t move a muscle, punk,” he growled....
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Beginning with the Middle of Things
“Arma-freaking-dillo. Arma-freaking-armor-plated armadillo. Arma-what-the-freak-is-it armadillo-dillo-dillo…” Marcus babbled. How he ever managed to find the sanity to pull a job was beyond me. Sometimes I thought it was all an act with h...
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June 22, 2010
“Talk once more, and I will sue you for ear abuse. Shame on you. Shame! Auraphile.” Whenever we got into situations like this one, X and I always found it best to let Marcus be himself while we sat in the background like backup dancers on w...
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Ringing the Doorbell
Bonzer commanded Arnold: “Okay, Arnie, bring us in. Park it and see if we can interface with the onboard systems.” They had made their skew flip about forty-five minutes ago and had arrived at the old hotel. They had decelerated for the maj...
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A Treatise on the Current State of World Affairs; or, Pessimism.
My brother Matt was monologging again. I really hated it when he shot himself up with LSD (cut with God knows what else, it might have been weed killer for all we knew) and got “enlightened”. Another reminder of why I hated San Francisco. &...
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Flashback: Gambit
Johan switched into instinctive mode, hacking at the Biot with all the might he could muster. Red blood mingled with blue hydraulic fluid and clear coolant as the enemy agent was terminated. His victory, however, was short-lived. He heard a noise behin...
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Flashback: Surprises
The Earth Defense Force had been losing the war in the Inner Solar System, and those forces around Jupiter and Saturn had been tapped, as no Biot attack had been feared there within the reasonable future. The Fourth Reich, long eliminated from any effe...
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Squadala!
There was a Biot in the pilot seat of the Fury-161. His cybernetic alterations were very extensive, to the point where he was almost entirely a robot save for his exterior. On his uniform he wore the mark of the Defectors, the Biots who had gone agains...
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Taking Care of Business
“We’ve got launching orders, boys,” Lieutenant Bonzer shouted. This announcement was met by hurrahs from most of the rest of the 501st. Stationed on Mimas, nestled deep within the massive crater Herschel, their official patch referenc...
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187
The detective stepped through the caution tape. “Another 187, huh?” The girl’s body was still sprawled out, her eyes closed. She looked oddly peaceful, contrasting the utter mess that the room, filled with vomit, accelerant, and cauti...
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The Reactivation of 1000 Procedures Begins with a Single Process
XJ-399 changed the subject. “You got the main power online yet, or just one of the subnetworks?” “Just one of the subnetworks,” YU-443 responded. “I’m trying to find one of the main access shafts.” “Okay....
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Establishment
Lights, unused for over a millennium, flickered to life, and the gentle hum of machinery deep within the station began to quietly resume its existence. XJ-399 let out a startled shriek. “Sorry,” YU-443 offered. “I’m at one of th...
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O the Vanity
She awoke, and immediately regretted her decision. Her eyes were sewn shut, as was her mouth. Her attempts to scream for help turned her lips into ragged red tracts of gore. The pain was of such a magnitude that she felt as if all the matter in her bod...
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Static
He sits on the chair in the living room. It is one of those nineteenth-century chairs, leather that squeaks when something moves across it, and is in impeccable condition. His eyes are open and he is staring at the test pattern on the screen before him...
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A Thorn in Saturn's Side
Antonio spoke. “Those old tourist stations were powered with fusion engines. Our initial views from the ‘scopes identified it as an old DoubleTree. They had a contract with Pratt & Whitney to build the engines. Those things’ll las...
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In Space No One Can Hear You Fix a Station, but They Can See You
The liquid hydrocarbons were coming down in sheets, but such was the climate on Titan. The dim glow that diffused through the methane fog as if it were possessed by an etherial demon was amplified somewhat by the lights on the outside of the building. ...
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A Dark Horse Enters, Yo
(Jumps up onstage and intercepts the mic) A to the B to the S to the TRACT Add another word and that’s me, RORSCHACH I pick up the mic cause I can’t stand no more Of your puerile battle-scheme rhymes—they’re a bore I come here t...
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Lesson
I remember sitting in Babcia’s kitchen (babcia is Polish for “grandmother”, so that’s how we address her). I was in eighth grade at the time. Our teacher made us take a unit on the Holocaust, and, knowing that Babcia had been bo...
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Ultimate Ficly Crisis #45
The engines of the plane roared to life, but they were not the sputtering propeller-driven models that the GIs had expected. Instead they were greeted with a steadily growing roar, amplified by the plane’s innate architecture. “What kind of...
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Codebreakers
Nancy asked him how that was possible, since the stations were thought to use codes called “one-time pads”. Essentially, these are code systems that are used once, then discarded, never to be used again. If used properly, they are considere...
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New Star Broadcasting
Katsuhara lived on Honshu, the Japanese island. He stumbled onto our little group via a Google search on a Thursday afternoon a couple of months back but had quickly endeared himself to us and become one of our most prodigious contributors. He also spo...
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ENIGMA M10
Nancy’s phone was encountering superior reception now, and I was able to talk to her in clarity. She reiterated her question: Was the M10 station really transmitting in practical double-time, or was something wrong with her set? I asked her to wa...
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Phone Messages
When I got back inside, I saw that there were several messages on my phone. Jean-Martin called back first, asking if I’d had the same east-west frustration that he’d encountered. The next call was my brother, asking if I wanted to go to a r...
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Directional Instinct
I grabbed my signal surveyor and dashed outside. It was about four feet tall and constructed out of a wood frame wish some simple radio equipment wired to it. I immediately started scanning. It appeared as if the signal were coming from the east, towar...
