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[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

I've got one, not much now, though. :

Spoiler: A New Era (click to show/hide)

SECTION 1: My name is Julius Natch, and I hope you're paying attention, because I'm going to give you some information that thousands would (and in fact, have died trying) to hear. Now, what you are about to hear can get you killed, but don't worry about that, because... well, I'll explain later.

So, here I sit at this panopticon of mine, and yes, it is a panopticon as it has so, so many kinds of observational devices that I don't really think it could be anything else, really; and I'm typing this, because I need somewhere to write things down that the eyes can't see. I'm going to let this go when it's all over, show the world; or at least the parts that will listen, the truth. First, my situation:

I'm part of an organization we call the Technocratic Union, although, known to our enemies as the Technocracy. We're the reason it's safe to go out at night, we're the reason you aren't afraid of the things in the dark, we're the reason that all your modern comforts like medicine and television are, and we're the ones who try our hardest to keep you safe. That's nowhere near the whole thing, but the eyes are again upon me, and I must go.

It all goes back to several centuries ago, you see, I'm not like you, or at least, it's rather unlikely that I am. I have what my erstwhile companions refer to as "inner genius", that allows me to utilize and understand "enlightened" science. This is the stuff that they don't all

[Willfor]

My name was mentioned, so I figure I should participate. This is currently an idea competeing to knock the novel I'm writing from its position. I would appreciate being knocked into activity to continue fleshing it out.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Octavia was only half-listening to her husband as she looked out the window. The landscape passing by wasn't particularly interesting, but it was something to look at while she was thinking. She had a lot of thinking to do. She had a lot of explaining to do when she met her family again, and the perfect words to say were never going to come. In fact, she doubted she would ever get them. Still, she needed to think of something. It was better than paying attention at the very least, and that wasn't saying very much.

"What fire! What exuberance!" Joseph said in the most melodramatic way possible. What acting! He'd certainly get a job within the next fifty years. With that she went back to her own thoughts. She tried to at least. It wasn't long after that line when Joseph asked her a question.

"Hmm?" It was only then she wished she could say she'd been paying attention. "What did you say, dear?"

"Nothing." He stared at her with a smile, and with a hand in the book he'd been reading from. "If it was important, you would've been listening."

"Do I really say that enough for you to mimic me?" She wanted to throttle him for it too, but it was true. "I'd say I'm at least a little justified in being distracted!" Justified three times over she thought. Firstly, because her family wasn't at all a fun thing for her. Secondly, because of the recent failures on her part that had tarnished their reputation. She had, in fact, left a stain a mile wide on their name. Thirdly, because she was quite convinced she was bringing the problem home to them. It wasn't a confirmed suspicion, but there was enough evidence for it.

"I'm trying to be a distraction. I'm trying my very best!" It was true. He was. "Also, yes, you do say it enough. Maybe not as much now, though?"

"You can keep thinking that if you want, but it's not going to make it any more true." Smack. "You could try toning it down. You really don't have to aim for the mountains with your lines. There's something to be said for subtlety, hmm?"

He started laughing at her. "I thoroughly enjoy how that wasn't even close to what I asked." He tossed the book to the other side of his seat, and leaned back into the red leather. "I asked if you thought Arman would enjoy meeting your family. He seems to be the type who would enjoy meeting your family." Arman had been Joseph's favorite topic for months. Arman, or as the masses knew him, the Farthish Gentleman, was one of her partners. As an actor himself, Joseph had a good understanding of the separation of a courtship for show, and a courtship for life. He simply wasn't very good at showing it.

"No Joseph, I doubt he would. The less you bring up anyone meeting my family the better things will go for you." Joseph smiled at her again, and they both began to look at the passing scenery. The train was moving at a decent clip through a green valley, but everything looked dimmer when it was only five hours before they would arrive.

[JoshuaFH]

I'm glad my thread is attracting attention. If any of these little stories are finished, I'll place them in the OP for all to see.

Also, I've been doing good with writing a bit every day. If you look again at my story on my second post, I've progressed to what I hope will be a good fight scene. I just need to think about it a little bit more.

It's like 5 AM anyhow, I need to go to sleep.

[JoshuaFH]

I added a few more paragraphs.

Though, I just want to let everyone know that if you want me to, I'll send PM's to people pestering them to continue whatever story they start. I think that may help with the motivation part.

[KaelGotDwarves]

Too bad, I didn't finish it (The rest is being read by the girly); also just because you won't read it if I spoiler it:

"It came to me like many of my best ideas, in a dream. I was dreaming late at night as a child; It was then that I decided I wanted to be a ninja.

At school, no one humored me. The other boys wanted to shoot at each other with imaginary guns. The girls wanted to blink innocently at me while dressing me up in skirts. The teachers were just plain terrified of me.

Guns were not a true measure of skill, I declared. A true measure of awesome is being able to sneak up on somebody and stab them in the face without them realizing they've been stabbed in the face. The boys listened to me awhile and then pointed their index fingers at me. "Bang. You're a dead ninja!"

I reminded them that guns were "easy mode for 'tards".

So they started punching me.

The next day the girls sauntered up to the boys, blinking innocently. The boys were mesmerized by the girls' presence on their side of the playground. The two groups lined up, facing one another; the girls inched closer and closer. Demurely the girl's eyes traveled down to the boys' pants. The boys were frozen, confused. Still smiling immaculately, the girls deftly reached into the boys' pants and gave them such wedgies that the cotton underpants were stretching up to their chins.

Apparently ninjas were to blame for the great Mary E. Bragg Atomic Wedgie Massacre of '93. None of them were ever found or punished. None of the boys wanted to admit to losing to girls, so none of them got in trouble either.

I always had a great sense of justice and honor. To my first grade self, honor meant I won because I was always right. Justice told me that I was right, because I always won. They still believe this in many parts of the world."

[JoshuaFH]

Think I'll forget about this? Not a chance.