Best wishes for a Merry Christmas and a 2010 "Star"
G.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Repair Motherboard Trace
Twenty years later, Happy Holidays! Emergency
Best wishes for a Merry Christmas and a 2010 "Star"
G.
Best wishes for a Merry Christmas and a 2010 "Star"
G.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Does My Terrier Have A Goitre?
Sub-optimal
In recent weeks, I have long questioned what had been the right attitude to take in these Democratic Party primary. Vote who? Do not vote at all? Honestly, given the acute disappointment (not least on the non-battle against the tax shield) ringed in recent years, my main hope was that they failed, so that the PD is not understood that a final, true strategic choice: self-dissolution.
I set the failure threshold to one million people. I thought that if participants in the primaries had not reached that limit, the only thing to do for the Democrats would be to close the cabin and puppets and give a deep-sea fishing. Already
11.30, however, voters were 900,000. Also this time, in all likelihood, the PD would not be extinguished.
So metabolized faint hopes that the opposition would continue to be linked to this party and these people, I tried to be logical and rational. Certainly, at that point, the most useful thing was that voters were as many as possible. So I went to my gazebo election.
I therefore set itself the problem of understanding what convenisse vote.
On the one hand, the need for Squaderno the structure of a party now plagued by figures (on the quality of which there is much to be discussed) that do not have enough strength left to say something, but they have one that they do enough to prevent I would push others to vote Franceschini. It is true that this would pass Squaderno necessarily desirable not only for the destruction of the ruling class, but also for that of the party form. On this, I must say, I have quite clear ideas: that the PD will not be better if the next managers to come out from social networks like Facebook.
other hand, the need to rationalize the identity of the Democratic Party pushed me to vote Bersani. The victory of the latter would certainly have represented a return of the PD axis of identity to the most consistent strands of social democracy. With the election of new secretary happened, I believe that in the coming days some of the PD Catholic papists, the Binetti, Enzo Carra, Rutelli (Catholic if it can be determined), will leave the party. I think this is good because the PD has ended up with all the disadvantages of the Union (the heterogeneity), without taking advantage (the extent of consensus). It remains one of my reservations in the positioning strategy that Bersani (and D'Alema more than him) want to adopt. I do not have open minds toward ideological agreement with the UDC. But I have doubts about the feasibility of this option. In a post-Berlusconi to close all hope, I believe that Casini and still more its natural constituency will find it increasingly an agreement with Fini. Then the wonderful PD Bersani Social Democratic opposition will be voted entirely permanent. Now, I'm far from certain that the so-called "calling the majority" that made Veltroni to go alone in the last election was the fairest way to go, but as of now I have the clear perception that against a neo-white whale Rutelli-signature-Fini Casini, the PD will never win.
With all these doubts, I went to the polls.
I open the ballot and find 4 lists (naturally frozen) supporting three candidates: that of Marino, Bersani to e. .. two of Franceschini. Two lists!? Dueee ?!!!??
Sad, really sad, I placed an X on the box Bersani.
this morning telling me that I won the primaries.
So how I feel inside, the viability of a single-celled organism?
I set the failure threshold to one million people. I thought that if participants in the primaries had not reached that limit, the only thing to do for the Democrats would be to close the cabin and puppets and give a deep-sea fishing. Already
11.30, however, voters were 900,000. Also this time, in all likelihood, the PD would not be extinguished.
So metabolized faint hopes that the opposition would continue to be linked to this party and these people, I tried to be logical and rational. Certainly, at that point, the most useful thing was that voters were as many as possible. So I went to my gazebo election.
I therefore set itself the problem of understanding what convenisse vote.
On the one hand, the need for Squaderno the structure of a party now plagued by figures (on the quality of which there is much to be discussed) that do not have enough strength left to say something, but they have one that they do enough to prevent I would push others to vote Franceschini. It is true that this would pass Squaderno necessarily desirable not only for the destruction of the ruling class, but also for that of the party form. On this, I must say, I have quite clear ideas: that the PD will not be better if the next managers to come out from social networks like Facebook.
other hand, the need to rationalize the identity of the Democratic Party pushed me to vote Bersani. The victory of the latter would certainly have represented a return of the PD axis of identity to the most consistent strands of social democracy. With the election of new secretary happened, I believe that in the coming days some of the PD Catholic papists, the Binetti, Enzo Carra, Rutelli (Catholic if it can be determined), will leave the party. I think this is good because the PD has ended up with all the disadvantages of the Union (the heterogeneity), without taking advantage (the extent of consensus). It remains one of my reservations in the positioning strategy that Bersani (and D'Alema more than him) want to adopt. I do not have open minds toward ideological agreement with the UDC. But I have doubts about the feasibility of this option. In a post-Berlusconi to close all hope, I believe that Casini and still more its natural constituency will find it increasingly an agreement with Fini. Then the wonderful PD Bersani Social Democratic opposition will be voted entirely permanent. Now, I'm far from certain that the so-called "calling the majority" that made Veltroni to go alone in the last election was the fairest way to go, but as of now I have the clear perception that against a neo-white whale Rutelli-signature-Fini Casini, the PD will never win.
With all these doubts, I went to the polls.
I open the ballot and find 4 lists (naturally frozen) supporting three candidates: that of Marino, Bersani to e. .. two of Franceschini. Two lists!? Dueee ?!!!??
Sad, really sad, I placed an X on the box Bersani.
this morning telling me that I won the primaries.
So how I feel inside, the viability of a single-celled organism?
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Guys Playing With Boobs Images
Friction
The feeling of these hours is similar to what I felt when driving the car to where I had fallen asleep, resting on its roof to slide, shrieking, for meter and meter, has finally stopped.
Then, I remember the silence and move all the fingers. In the mouth, I had a taste of asphalt, steel and glass to give a physical reality and an experience that I otherwise would have seemed like a fact.
I just nearly died, I thought, and it was technically true.
remember that while the land was above the sky, I waited, helpless, that everything was over, too stunned to hope that there would be a later, where all the things I would like to know reappeared. Then, at some point, stopped the race upside down.
Physics mundane talk of friction.
these months, indeed the latter years of our public life brought me back to quell'abitacolo, when any reference was lost and looking precipitate nowhere was the only thing I knew to do. Yesterday, finally, running on the roof was again stopped and things are back to being the same as the ones we have ever experienced.
The material they are made of our institutions is elastic and capable of being stretched, bent, in some cases even formed, according to convenience. But there is an inherent limit, insurmountable for those who want to shape it: that by the nature of matter. The paper (including the Constitution) can collapse, crush, press and crumpled in a fist tight. No matter how strong the pressure exerted on it, however, the links between the cells that make up the structure However the lead again to resume its original shape, natural, not just hold that the forces will not.
course, today, our paper is all wrinkled and you must take care that it can ridistendersi completely, making it easy again to anyone reading his message. Yesterday it was reaffirmed a key point: every citizen, however rich, popular, powerful and arrogant he is, is equal to the others before the law.
Then, I remember the silence and move all the fingers. In the mouth, I had a taste of asphalt, steel and glass to give a physical reality and an experience that I otherwise would have seemed like a fact.
I just nearly died, I thought, and it was technically true.
remember that while the land was above the sky, I waited, helpless, that everything was over, too stunned to hope that there would be a later, where all the things I would like to know reappeared. Then, at some point, stopped the race upside down.
Physics mundane talk of friction.
these months, indeed the latter years of our public life brought me back to quell'abitacolo, when any reference was lost and looking precipitate nowhere was the only thing I knew to do. Yesterday, finally, running on the roof was again stopped and things are back to being the same as the ones we have ever experienced.
The material they are made of our institutions is elastic and capable of being stretched, bent, in some cases even formed, according to convenience. But there is an inherent limit, insurmountable for those who want to shape it: that by the nature of matter. The paper (including the Constitution) can collapse, crush, press and crumpled in a fist tight. No matter how strong the pressure exerted on it, however, the links between the cells that make up the structure However the lead again to resume its original shape, natural, not just hold that the forces will not.
course, today, our paper is all wrinkled and you must take care that it can ridistendersi completely, making it easy again to anyone reading his message. Yesterday it was reaffirmed a key point: every citizen, however rich, popular, powerful and arrogant he is, is equal to the others before the law.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Tamil Verses For Marriage Invitation
the bar
with the click the red alarm bar bow was abandoned in less than thirty seconds, fast enough to give the impression that all the happy patrons were teleported away by a ship's deck to another, each at instead of fighting.
Ryo had never seen a similar show in his life and, moreover, given its current assignment, he did not know what were his duties in an emergency situation like the one that was occurring, and therefore could enjoy it until the end, it was safe that, on all decks, no senior officer would be crushed by its absence.
The alarm stopped playing.
"I think at this point is useless, we were not only two," said LIRY.
"I thought that only the captain could stop the red alert."
"I'm the captain, in my bar." Ryo
welcomed the teaser of DELTANIA with a smile, and appreciate their fortitude. It was not all be so calm in the face of a situation emergency, a danger, for the most unknown, but Ryo was not surprised at all when he saw committed to passing a wet cloth on the counter.
"Stay here for any emergency?" He asked.
"And where I go, I'm just a simple bartender, I would not have that anywhere else in the way. My place is here."
Ryo sighed, sitting down in front of her. "It will mean that we keep company. And if the ship were to disintegrate, I will consider myself lucky that fate has been so gracious to allow me to die with this magnificent specimen of female DELTANIA.
LIRY smiled. "Your tricks will not work with me, Ryo. And then you know that this is not your place."
"Maybe ... but at the moment is the only place I want."
"We may have need of you, in the infirmary or somewhere else."
"I do not think. Anyway, if I want - if they want me - they know where to find me."
LIRY surrendered, the boy was too stubborn, the integrity of the ship did not seem in imminent danger, and then she did not mind some company. He had faced similar situations dozens of times, always alone. This time he had beside him a man willing to comfort and protect it in case of need, or at least had the feeling that this was the reason percu Hunt was stubbornly refusing to leave the bar. Or perhaps he was too good an opinion of him, maybe you really had no other place to go and preferred to continue to flirt with her.
"LIRY! What are you thinking?".
"At strange man you are, Ryo.'re Difficult to pin down."
"Always with this story ... you stop to lie, we do not see the customers waiting for service?".
LIRY looked around and saw no one. "Really?".
"Sure ... A samarian sunset, please." Only then
LIRY Ryo realized that he had left her alone behind the counter, and had taken their seats on stools in front. The boy had a talent for defusing any situation. He decided to play the game.
"There comes, sir." 
with the click the red alarm bar bow was abandoned in less than thirty seconds, fast enough to give the impression that all the happy patrons were teleported away by a ship's deck to another, each at instead of fighting.
Ryo had never seen a similar show in his life and, moreover, given its current assignment, he did not know what were his duties in an emergency situation like the one that was occurring, and therefore could enjoy it until the end, it was safe that, on all decks, no senior officer would be crushed by its absence.
The alarm stopped playing.
"I think at this point is useless, we were not only two," said LIRY.
"I thought that only the captain could stop the red alert."
"I'm the captain, in my bar." Ryo
welcomed the teaser of DELTANIA with a smile, and appreciate their fortitude. It was not all be so calm in the face of a situation emergency, a danger, for the most unknown, but Ryo was not surprised at all when he saw committed to passing a wet cloth on the counter.
"Stay here for any emergency?" He asked.
"And where I go, I'm just a simple bartender, I would not have that anywhere else in the way. My place is here."
Ryo sighed, sitting down in front of her. "It will mean that we keep company. And if the ship were to disintegrate, I will consider myself lucky that fate has been so gracious to allow me to die with this magnificent specimen of female DELTANIA.
LIRY smiled. "Your tricks will not work with me, Ryo. And then you know that this is not your place."
"Maybe ... but at the moment is the only place I want."
"We may have need of you, in the infirmary or somewhere else."
"I do not think. Anyway, if I want - if they want me - they know where to find me."
LIRY surrendered, the boy was too stubborn, the integrity of the ship did not seem in imminent danger, and then she did not mind some company. He had faced similar situations dozens of times, always alone. This time he had beside him a man willing to comfort and protect it in case of need, or at least had the feeling that this was the reason percu Hunt was stubbornly refusing to leave the bar. Or perhaps he was too good an opinion of him, maybe you really had no other place to go and preferred to continue to flirt with her.
"LIRY! What are you thinking?".
"At strange man you are, Ryo.'re Difficult to pin down."
"Always with this story ... you stop to lie, we do not see the customers waiting for service?".
LIRY looked around and saw no one. "Really?".
"Sure ... A samarian sunset, please." Only then
LIRY Ryo realized that he had left her alone behind the counter, and had taken their seats on stools in front. The boy had a talent for defusing any situation. He decided to play the game.
"There comes, sir."
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Swr-1242d Installation Guide
Tic. Tac.
Tic. You're out in the year 2371 who are you to scramble your troubles behind.
Tac. And you find yourself in the year 2258 without knowing it 'like it' cause.
A well-thought out 'just a moment of time.
Gia ', time.
Perhaps I should say that it 's just a moment of bewilderment.
Why 'and' so 'now people feel the USS Princess.
Finally comes the reassuring sound of the alarm red, someone up there 'on the bridge, has seen fit to press a button.
now all run on board the ship, because it 's a natural reaction of any race or species, if you're in trouble, first runs.
Only if you have a corner then you have to fight.
But what enemy would never face a Galaxy class vessel, which suddenly found himself lost in the labyrinths of space-time?
from parts of the planet Vulcan, Eridani system.
Just then a bus comes out from a singularity '.
is coming from 2387 - oh, that and 'the future for the crew of the Princess - and who is driving not even imagine that "something" is there to wait for his own appearance.
Quell'astronave predator vaguely resembles a "kraken", the mythical giant squid of the seas on Earth: the only occupant of the shuttle does not feel fear but, in this view, can not 'help but raise an eyebrow.
USS Princess: main hangar
The small capsule of maintenance and 'resting, still smoking and sideways, landing on the deck, a sign of a manual landing "not perfect".
The pilot and his 'furious' never may have forgotten about him while he was off to scrape the hull of shipworm tub?
comes out of the capsule and realizes the alarm: - Farewell drink warm! 
Tic. You're out in the year 2371 who are you to scramble your troubles behind.
Tac. And you find yourself in the year 2258 without knowing it 'like it' cause.
A well-thought out 'just a moment of time.
Gia ', time.
Perhaps I should say that it 's just a moment of bewilderment.
Why 'and' so 'now people feel the USS Princess.
Finally comes the reassuring sound of the alarm red, someone up there 'on the bridge, has seen fit to press a button.
now all run on board the ship, because it 's a natural reaction of any race or species, if you're in trouble, first runs.
Only if you have a corner then you have to fight.
But what enemy would never face a Galaxy class vessel, which suddenly found himself lost in the labyrinths of space-time?
from parts of the planet Vulcan, Eridani system.
Just then a bus comes out from a singularity '.
is coming from 2387 - oh, that and 'the future for the crew of the Princess - and who is driving not even imagine that "something" is there to wait for his own appearance.
Quell'astronave predator vaguely resembles a "kraken", the mythical giant squid of the seas on Earth: the only occupant of the shuttle does not feel fear but, in this view, can not 'help but raise an eyebrow.
USS Princess: main hangar
The small capsule of maintenance and 'resting, still smoking and sideways, landing on the deck, a sign of a manual landing "not perfect".
The pilot and his 'furious' never may have forgotten about him while he was off to scrape the hull of shipworm tub?
comes out of the capsule and realizes the alarm: - Farewell drink warm!
Monday, July 13, 2009
About Bi Rain Lovelife
Only a small point in space ... Dating
time zero.
It 's a microscopic gap in the fabric of space-time.
E 'invisible, at least in the first three canonical dimensions, but to a hypothetical instrument capable of observing strings enne-dimensional tangle to form the universe would look like a huge hole in the heat white.
Time + one.
The heart of the event is passed through a real particle quasi-free mass, a single, sterile, neutrino.
Everything changes in a flash of actinic light.
The USS Princess, in its mission of training ship for cadets at Starfleet, had left behind him the Ferengi for advancing a commercial basis in an area still unexplored galaxy. During the brief stop
technique had boarded several boxes of "exotic" materials that technology could not replicators rematerialize, mysterious passengers had disembarked on their way to unknown destinations equally, the Cadets had bought souvenirs "aliens" for families on Earth and finally a new complement for the crew had been recruited and taken on board.
Now the ship was traveling in the middle of the cold nothing to speed boost.
The cadets, their first cruise, he crawled to the locations of the sensors to map the unknown wilderness.
Database is filled with information, new cards were designed planetary, comets and asteroids classified errant reported.
The acting ensign Kalt Winter was rather for the Operations section, which is the ideal candidate for a variety of routine work, so humble as boring.
So he was, aboard a tiny capsule of service to search for microfalle in the secondary hull. One
instruments caught the attention of boliano: slight loss of refrigerant from the line outside, which is yet another entry in a long list of maintenance to be performed once on board. Kalt
felt a strange sensation: it felt like a insignificant speck of sentient matter, lost in a vast, indifferent and icy sea.
However, he reflected, in due proportion the entire ship, with its load of young humanity was nothing but a tiny speck lost in the dim starlight. The
boliano consoled himself thinking about the warm drink waiting for him at the Bar's bow, so distracted, he did not notice the small intestine dimensional lightning that had just crossed the entire quadrant. 
time zero.
It 's a microscopic gap in the fabric of space-time.
E 'invisible, at least in the first three canonical dimensions, but to a hypothetical instrument capable of observing strings enne-dimensional tangle to form the universe would look like a huge hole in the heat white.
Time + one.
The heart of the event is passed through a real particle quasi-free mass, a single, sterile, neutrino.
Everything changes in a flash of actinic light.
The USS Princess, in its mission of training ship for cadets at Starfleet, had left behind him the Ferengi for advancing a commercial basis in an area still unexplored galaxy. During the brief stop
technique had boarded several boxes of "exotic" materials that technology could not replicators rematerialize, mysterious passengers had disembarked on their way to unknown destinations equally, the Cadets had bought souvenirs "aliens" for families on Earth and finally a new complement for the crew had been recruited and taken on board.
Now the ship was traveling in the middle of the cold nothing to speed boost.
The cadets, their first cruise, he crawled to the locations of the sensors to map the unknown wilderness.
Database is filled with information, new cards were designed planetary, comets and asteroids classified errant reported.
The acting ensign Kalt Winter was rather for the Operations section, which is the ideal candidate for a variety of routine work, so humble as boring.
So he was, aboard a tiny capsule of service to search for microfalle in the secondary hull. One
instruments caught the attention of boliano: slight loss of refrigerant from the line outside, which is yet another entry in a long list of maintenance to be performed once on board. Kalt
felt a strange sensation: it felt like a insignificant speck of sentient matter, lost in a vast, indifferent and icy sea.
However, he reflected, in due proportion the entire ship, with its load of young humanity was nothing but a tiny speck lost in the dim starlight. The
boliano consoled himself thinking about the warm drink waiting for him at the Bar's bow, so distracted, he did not notice the small intestine dimensional lightning that had just crossed the entire quadrant.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Mixed Headscissor Wrestling
> "A Jumjo of tea please." Needless to say those green eyes and that smile were
> back there right in front of her.
Ryo could not help but stare. The rest was quite a mouthful, and he still remained a playboy. And then the grin he had done when he looked the first time, made him hope. Probably had been hit by its inexhaustible charm. Never abandoned him, even in disgrace. Load these convictions, he asked:
"Hello ... sorry, but ... we know?".
"Not personally."
"Never mind, this is easily remedied."
Maeve looked amused smile defiant the guy across the counter. It was evidently one who had always had an easy time with the opposite sex, but it certainly was not a medical student. Could thus not be that ... that ... Oh God, what was it called?
"My name is Maeve Fletcher. And I must apologize, I do not know why but I was convinced that she was the boy who ... well ... I would not go to a gossip, but has heard the story of Commodore Troisi, no? ".
Ryo rolled his eyes. Probably it was already familiar with the entire quadrant.
"Something, yes." Maeve
continued at full speed. It was not much you open yourself up with a perfect stranger, but that guy had something that inspired confidence.
"It seems that he was a cadet last year of medicine. Who knows what the end will be made to the Commodore, they say it's a rather vindictive ...".
"Yeah, so they say ... it was definitely kicked sent to serve in some hole somewhere ...."
"I'm sorry. He'll be wondering if it's worth the gamble of his career to a squalid sexual adventure."
It was worth it? For the spatial waves of Monica Cooper? Of course you do! Even though the rational part of Ryo still persisted in refusing to admit it. "Ah, but you know ... there is something a lot of people miserable around ...".
"That's true. But she seems to be a nice guy. It 's very working as a bartender? ".
LIRY had heard everything, and was making an effort of will to succeed crazy not to laugh.
Despite this, Ryo managed to catch the flash of fun in the eyes of the young and rose DELTANIA About the voice to be heard.
"Eh, it's a life already. It 's hard but I'm not complaining. It will not be the best trades possible but I have duties and responsibilities of you prospective officers, I know a lot of interesting people around the galaxy, and once finished my turn, I'm really free as air. "
Maeve smiled sweetly. "You're the first boy I know to have no desire to climb the hierarchy. To be somebody at all costs. There is something poetic.
course, Ryo thought. With a career now ruined from the start, might as well devote himself to poetry. Maybe it was really the only way left to him.
"I'm glad you feel that way. I hate this desire to want to excel at all costs typical of our time. "
" Well, unfortunately I am afraid of being part of the category of those who want to excel in their fields. But this does not mean that I do not appreciate those who have decided to live life differently. "
Another smile. Ryo thought that was enough, which most had already done.
" So I hope to have you for dinner one of these evenings, when we are both free of our obligations? ".
Maeve smiled and smiled for quell'ennesimo Ryo meant victory. "Why not." Even
LIRY smiled. The boy had done. He was on board for just over a week, and the young cadet was not the first girl to fall in its network.
But suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, the unexpected.
"Ryo Hunt," cried the girl.
LIRY whirled. "You know him?".
"Eh?" No, no. It 's just the name of that wretched boy in the history of Commodore, I could not remember. " The bleak
boy named Ryo Hunt grossed stroke and began to study the possible counter to that tile just cadutagli between head and neck. It was obvious that she harbored some sympathy for the bartender, but a strong antipathy toward the doctor. What could he do? Give her a fake name? And when he found out?
"Do not overdo it. In the end no one really knows the whole story."
"What's to know? It 's a bastard who took his wife in bed with another man."
Another shot. Ryo Cash, cash.
"And not just any man, the wife of his mentor. They say that the Commodore Troisi was like a second father to him. Yet did not think twice to betray him to fulfill his lower instincts. The thing that has a of animal, do not you? ".
LIRY nodded, exhausted and having fun. "Yes, indeed. For me, the boy fails self-control. "
Maeve went on, fierce as only women can be." To the boys of the academy is a sort of superhero, a role model, a teacher to reach. But for me it is nothing but a sleazy careerist without morals, who knows no loyalty, that does not respect anyone or anything. "Ryo
not take it anymore." If I can say one thing ... "
" Sure. "
"It was the wife of Commodore! She was a girl any, were together only a few months, and then ... she was to go to Hunt. "Well, Ryo. Talk about yourself in third person.
" This is not justified. "
" Of course not, dammit! ".
Ryo left the counter and with great haste put a dark jacket over her clothes. Maeve attends to the whole scene rather bewildered, and did not find anything better to ask that the dinner they had planned.
"Look, forget it. And 'better'.
Maeve smiled again. He could not understand what had suddenly spoiled their conversation. "Can I at least have my tea Jumjo?".
"Ask LIRY. Or feel free to serve any of a replicator. My turn is over ten minutes ago."
Ryo was now close the doors of the turbo lift.
"But .. you can know where to run, so fast?".
"If you really want to know, I have a date with a girl in the holodeck. How see there are those who can appreciate a guy known throughout the quadrant for its squalor. Goodbye and best wishes for your career. "
had said this, passed through the doors and out of sight of the onlookers.
" Here's your tea, Maeve.
The soft sound of the voice DELTANIA pushed Bajor / human contact back to the counter, shocked. The console face the cup with his favorite drink, and behind her, smiling LIRY.
"But that is taken?" he asked, could not understand the behavior of the strange boy who had not even say his name.
LIRY did not make it to linger longer, and burst out laughing. "Girl, really you have not understood? And 'he Ryo Hunt.
Two days later, Starbase 876.
Where the hell was over LIRY? Had offered to act as his guide for his first franchise on a stellar Ferengi, but had lost of view between the multitude of people of all races flocked to the promenade. Ryo snorted, did not feel at ease in the crowd.
decided to repair one of the many local for a drink.
He realized only too late that was scheduled for a show starring sensual beautiful Orion slave girls, but it's not at all displeased. Ryo saw them now for the first time and was forced to admit they were really charming and seductive as it was said.
"I'm fantastic, is not it?".
The boy received a bit of trouble with the intrusion of that Ferengi who had materialized at his side, abruptly interrupting his thoughts and fantasies. But he decided to be nice, after all the Ferengi's inspired sympathy. "I am a fairy tale."
"If you want, you can get one for a few credits."
Proposal attractive, man. But unfortunately I could not enjoy it, soon must embark again, and I do not like to do things by halves. "
"board? Are you a merchant or what?".
"A ship of the Fleet, the USS Princess."
"Starfleet! Fantastic!'re Lucky, we have special offers for officers.
"evil Helmets are just a cadet. In fact, I'm just a bartender. "
The elastic mind Ferengi trader quickly made two calculations, and decided that the boy was naive ideal that the chicken appioppare annoying prototype, now that was not needed any more. That was Rem a bloody idiot, he had wasted a lot of time and money in its research and, now that their project was progressing, was not even able to put the damn prototype. Now at last the opportunity presented itself to him to sell it as a gadget that sexual boy with a penchant for beautiful women, and falls at least partly caused by the initial investment costs. Rem would not agree, it would not be happy, but eventually would be forced to yield. If he wanted to be his partner he would have had to learn to comply with the laws of the market, after all business is business, and it is foolish to become attached to merchandise. "I have just the thing for you, follow me friend."
Friday, July 10, 2009
Boobs Of Indian Mothers
Starbase 876
The serosa was sitting in the tavern while waiting for the Ferengi owner had finished discussing with a couple of patrons and went to talk to him. Rem was holding a bag on his knee where he had hidden the portable holographic projector that had prepared. Well, more or less portable, because it weighed a lot, but that was a prototype. With a little 'extra funding would have been able to perfect his invention and then yes that would become rich. His eyes sparkled at the thought, but she regained her composure when the Ferengi went to his table: "So, my dear inventor in the bill, what I wanted to propose?"
"Well ... a society. I put my job, just the money, you'll see just how much money we will prepare together with my invention. They will line up to buy the patent."
"Yes, yes, I've heard this a thousand times." cut him short with a gesture the Ferengi.
"No, wait, I wanted to give a demonstration, it is only a prototype and should be perfected. You have a private place?"
The Ferengi looked at him doubtfully, then shrugged and gestured, "Sure, come on in the back, there's my office and there usually does not bother me none. "
The two got up and went back, there the Ferengi locked the door and sat waiting. Rem excited he pulled out the machine, placed it on his desk and lit it.
Now a three-dimensional hologram materialized and introduced himself: "Hi are isomorphic projection PK-23, how can I help you?" The Ferengi
in surprise at times fell from the chair, you p0i got to consider what I had before.
After an interminable time that it continued to rub your hands together and touching the large lobes, he turned to Rem: "What for?"
Rem stared at him puzzled, "Well ... I have planned for the maintenance of the ships ... "
" You do not need. Here is something else. You can build more? In another aspect? Races? All different words. "
Rem was increasingly uncertain," Well ... yes you can but it takes so much work and money e. .. "
" No problem ... I'll take the money, you think you work, the company has made: we will sell for whatever the service they want, if you know what I mean. You can program in any way, right? So to serve and please as well. "
Then Rem began to understand what he wanted to do the Ferengi.
looked at the holographic image for a moment, then shook himself and went to the shutdown a murmuring "Sorry baby, are not things you need to hear."
Then he turned to the Ferengi, "I can constrict others, but I owe this perfect for what I want. If you want to enter into society, you must allow me to finish the prototype and see if I can sell for the services you've programmed. Then you will build the other services you want. " He said he decided to do. The Ferengi
nodded: "Okay, you finish the prototype, you have a week to finish it and sell it, some Federation ships dock soon, so you can see if you can place it. But then I build at least ten as I say. If the ... What is to become very rich, I can assure you. "
"Okay, then I can say to put on your account what I need?"
"Sure, you say that you send Kileor, it'll give you anything you want."
"a deal then." Rem concluded uncertain.
"Done!" Ferengi said giving him a pat on the back.
Rem were in the warehouse and inventory of the material was bought on credit.
The hologram that was still observed in turn. Rem
stared at her, "So ... if all goes well, after this setup I'll take you to visit a ship ... and maybe we could also find those who will want to take with them."
"It was fine where we were before?"
"No, that's not the place to you. "
" Why sir? "
" Why ... Well trust me, is not the place for you. "
Pk-23 raised his eyebrows seem even more true: Rem congratulated himself, had done a good job. The only thing was making that projector as small as possible and therefore transportable.
"Lord ... because I called Pk-23? "
" P is for prototype. "
" And the rest? "
" Are you curious to be a hologram, - smiled Rem - Kilian K stands for, then that is the name of my ex , and 23 ... Well, 23 are the months we were together. "
" I understand sir, thank you sir. "
" Call Rem. "
" Rem Okay, thanks. "smiled Pk.
Rem was dazzled: Killian ... had never been so sweet ... but it would have become if he could come back to her filthy rich, he thought with a grin. 
The serosa was sitting in the tavern while waiting for the Ferengi owner had finished discussing with a couple of patrons and went to talk to him. Rem was holding a bag on his knee where he had hidden the portable holographic projector that had prepared. Well, more or less portable, because it weighed a lot, but that was a prototype. With a little 'extra funding would have been able to perfect his invention and then yes that would become rich. His eyes sparkled at the thought, but she regained her composure when the Ferengi went to his table: "So, my dear inventor in the bill, what I wanted to propose?"
"Well ... a society. I put my job, just the money, you'll see just how much money we will prepare together with my invention. They will line up to buy the patent."
"Yes, yes, I've heard this a thousand times." cut him short with a gesture the Ferengi.
"No, wait, I wanted to give a demonstration, it is only a prototype and should be perfected. You have a private place?"
The Ferengi looked at him doubtfully, then shrugged and gestured, "Sure, come on in the back, there's my office and there usually does not bother me none. "
The two got up and went back, there the Ferengi locked the door and sat waiting. Rem excited he pulled out the machine, placed it on his desk and lit it.
Now a three-dimensional hologram materialized and introduced himself: "Hi are isomorphic projection PK-23, how can I help you?" The Ferengi
in surprise at times fell from the chair, you p0i got to consider what I had before.
After an interminable time that it continued to rub your hands together and touching the large lobes, he turned to Rem: "What for?"
Rem stared at him puzzled, "Well ... I have planned for the maintenance of the ships ... "
" You do not need. Here is something else. You can build more? In another aspect? Races? All different words. "
Rem was increasingly uncertain," Well ... yes you can but it takes so much work and money e. .. "
" No problem ... I'll take the money, you think you work, the company has made: we will sell for whatever the service they want, if you know what I mean. You can program in any way, right? So to serve and please as well. "
Then Rem began to understand what he wanted to do the Ferengi.
looked at the holographic image for a moment, then shook himself and went to the shutdown a murmuring "Sorry baby, are not things you need to hear."
Then he turned to the Ferengi, "I can constrict others, but I owe this perfect for what I want. If you want to enter into society, you must allow me to finish the prototype and see if I can sell for the services you've programmed. Then you will build the other services you want. " He said he decided to do. The Ferengi
nodded: "Okay, you finish the prototype, you have a week to finish it and sell it, some Federation ships dock soon, so you can see if you can place it. But then I build at least ten as I say. If the ... What is to become very rich, I can assure you. "
"Okay, then I can say to put on your account what I need?"
"Sure, you say that you send Kileor, it'll give you anything you want."
"a deal then." Rem concluded uncertain.
"Done!" Ferengi said giving him a pat on the back.
Rem were in the warehouse and inventory of the material was bought on credit.
The hologram that was still observed in turn. Rem
stared at her, "So ... if all goes well, after this setup I'll take you to visit a ship ... and maybe we could also find those who will want to take with them."
"It was fine where we were before?"
"No, that's not the place to you. "
" Why sir? "
" Why ... Well trust me, is not the place for you. "
Pk-23 raised his eyebrows seem even more true: Rem congratulated himself, had done a good job. The only thing was making that projector as small as possible and therefore transportable.
"Lord ... because I called Pk-23? "
" P is for prototype. "
" And the rest? "
" Are you curious to be a hologram, - smiled Rem - Kilian K stands for, then that is the name of my ex , and 23 ... Well, 23 are the months we were together. "
" I understand sir, thank you sir. "
" Call Rem. "
" Rem Okay, thanks. "smiled Pk.
Rem was dazzled: Killian ... had never been so sweet ... but it would have become if he could come back to her filthy rich, he thought with a grin.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Baby Cough Out Phlegm
2371, was a year that the Academy had arrived and had not changed that much in his life. Every weekend at home in two steps, the usual round with Lorelai's friend forever, and study. It was already the second year but was considered the same as a freshman often than not, looked at her with an ounce of curiosity, especially that which he found himself nose. He looked around, more than ever determined to continue with the idea that it was done initially: a degree in chemistry and astronomy, to enlist become a science officer even though dad was not exactly agree. Maeve Fletcher walked down the long avenue which led it to follow the course of organic chemistry when he was suddenly struck violently by a pretty boy who ran in the opposite direction.
"Damn you, you pay more attention next time!" grumbling as natural looking guy who just smiled embarrassed and apologized. Hit her eyes, those green eyes that penetrated straight soul. He shook his head as if to recover and went into her classroom. It was all a buzz, everyone was talking about other things, what was said of the commander, he sat next to Lorelai as usual but she seemed interested in those items.
"What the hell is going on here? Do not you lecture?" whispers to her friend
"Eve you do not know what happened, in fact it seems quite fascinating that a cadet was the loving wife of the commander"
"So what do we care?" asked puzzled.
"We make assumptions on behalf of the cadet, and when all were in agreement with a single name, a guy came out of here quickly, seems to have Ryo Hunt, do you know?"
"I and how could I?" staring at her friend.
"I can not do medicine, but I can not focus it in my course is probably the largest, and surely. Maybe you had noticed when I looked sometimes, no? "Maeve
For a second thought of the boy who had struck just before, then gave the stupid, it would be too sci-fi that she had met, had indeed met with the person most talked the entire campus . In the classroom became a man not very old, an admiral thought, immediately fell silent and everyone stared at the red figure at the foot of the chair. "I have an announcement to make, in about a week start a training ship, I want two people on board of this Chamber, the parties concerned will take a test. The two lucky ones will be contacted and will be embarking. "
A week later aboard the USS Princess Maeve
wandered the halls trying to memorize the key points of the ship without being forced to seek information from the computer every hundred meters. He had barely greeted
, after the test and being informed that she had been chosen, and Lorelai McMenox Henry, the head of a hot Scotch with friends after which he discussed for over two hours on the Cardassian people. Now was there, confused and alone, more than usual, he did not know where anyone and everyone looked at his grades do not exist. "Damn me, I did that test," he murmured entering the bar "and damnation to me that I agreed to come up here with that bully of the Finnish Cadet came in here just because the son of ..." wearily sitting on the stool at the bar "of a tea Jumjo please." Needless to say those green eyes and that smile was there again right in front of her.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Milena Velbas Big Boobs
Two green eyes on board the training ship
There were times when Ryo seemed that it never really had a past, and life seemed to begin only in 'while he was living at the precise moment when it was attacked by this ridiculous thought. In those moments the memories appeared to be blurry, distant, unreal, designed with trimmed edges of dreams, and always ended by asking those who had never organized for him a similar hoax, in a cowardly way by rejecting the axiom that in this which we move is nothing but the consequence of our past actions.
Anyway, pretend not to have had a past to avoid having to admit its responsibility for the mistakes did not make him feel better. Never.
was really born in New York? It was really graduate? He really knew the Commodore Troisi and had sex with his young companion?
But most of all they had really taken on board that ship? Princess
USS, NCC-22751, Galaxy class starship. Grade Ensign, a medical officer job at second.
Ricordi. Dreams.
"Hey, are you alright?" Careful with that glass. "
"Yes, yes. I'm just a little absently." The beautiful
DELTANIA smiled at his side. It was clear that that lovely boy was hiding something, and now her feminine curiosity wanted to know what all the costs.
"Hey Ryo, is almost a week since we know each other. You did not do anything but stand here at the bar drinking, laughing, joking and flirting with girls. Yet there are times when I have the impression that you want to be anywhere else . You're a strange guy, sure to be in the right place? ".
"You have guessed to be sold, LIRY. Believe me, I should not be here. Not now, at least."
"In what way?".
"You see, I ...".
A week earlier, on board the USS Princess of Mars orbit. Infirmary.
.... I was happy, a week ago. Finally I was on board a real starship, the infirmary and I thought immediately efficient, well organized and full of beautiful nurses, especially.
I had just winked at one of these when I was intercepted chief medical officer, my immediate boss. Yes, LIRY. Do not interrupt me, please. You will understand everything later.
"Young man, I know what are you doing here? Apart bother my nurse, of course."
"Um, excuse me. Nice to meet you Dr. Vento.'m The cadet Ryo Hunt, and I will be happy to be her second, as I have conferred the rank of ensign."
I had documented before boarding. Dr. Light had a reputation as a cheerful man, a joker, so it does not bother me too much when I saw him to laugh so loudly that it seems out of place.
"And so she is the younger Hunt! What a pleasure to meet you, friend! His reputation precedes it."
"Thank you, doctor. I did not expect such a warm welcome. Neither have a reputation that preceded me, to tell the truth."
"Are you kidding?! She was able to go to bed the wife of Commodore Troisi! Less than twenty-four hours have passed since the news came out, but I assure you that throughout San Francisco are not talking about the other! I that within a few days become a kind of hero for all boys academy! Of course, it is already mine. have never been particularly sympathy for the Commodore. So arrogant, so full of himself. He gave a good lesson. Bravo!.
Although full of praise, the conversation began to be embarrassing for me, so I preferred to change the subject. Besides, I could not believe that the news had turned so quickly. "It 's a story of which I am not proud, I'd rather leave behind, Doctor. "
" Ah, yes, young man. I understand, I understand. But tell me, why is he here? ".
The doctor had a reputation for being a little distracted. That does not mind even to this second wake-up call." Yo, I've already said. Just give me the rank of Ensign I will be happy to serve as the second, these are the guidelines that I had on earth. "
" Ma .. must be a mistake, I have a second. Ensign Camden. And she does not figure in the organization of the infirmary. It 'sure I was assigned to me? ".
" Of course ... Double-check, must have the wrong
...". "No, I'm not mistaken, I'm sorry. It can check with your own eyes, if you prefer.
He handed me a d-Halls, and in fact my name was not anywhere.
Or rather, where it had appeared: Ryo Hunt, civilian employee at the bar of the bow .. .
Bar bow today.
"... and so, here I am. Obviously in the meantime the ship had already left, and nothing is protests earned him the first officer. I have not even allowed to talk to the captain. "
" It 's an incredible story. "
" Yeah. The Commodore has many friends at the office assignments, must not have been hard to play this dirty trick. "
" Well, it's nothing compared to what you did to him, "grinned the young DELTANIA." I had heard this history when we were boarding Utopia Planitia, but I had no idea you were the protagonist. This also explains that there is always the lively chatter when you're on duty. It seems to me that too many looked the counter. "
Ryo regained his usual coolness, and performed in a bow by experienced waiter, complete with a towel on his right arm. "You'll have a reason LIRY do with it. As you see a celebrity on your side! The bar will be doing well."
LIRY turned serious. "Really you're lucky the situation?".
"Yes Let's face it ... I had the opportunity to undertake a year of specialization on board this ship only to my friendship with Commodore, not for my academic merits.
I passed in front of more people in leg and prepared me via this shortcut, and the bottom is a good thing. The work at the bar is not bad, you have plenty of free time and you know a lot of interesting people. A lot of girls especially. so I will not have to write my thesis as I had planned, but will not be a wasted year, at the end of his career can wait. And then I'm all day with a nice DELTANIA like you, what do I want? ".
The DELTANIA appreciated the sincerity and strength of mind of the boy. He still had the courage to think of the thesis and a career in Fleet after having made a powerful enemy and vengeful as the Commodore Troisi. But Hunt could not be so naive as to not know how they were made to help his friend when he was with the same tenacity would work to destroy it now that they had become enemies. Anyone else in his position would have accepted the fact that his career was over even before it began, and not would lose a moment to resign and return to Earth to work privately. But
LIRY knew nothing helped lessen his dignity with those arguments, so let them lose and decided to encourage him. After all, the land was a nice guy mate nice bar.
"You'll see, you'll be fun. The crew is not even complete. We still have to take on staff from Starbase 876. Have you ever been on a Ferengi?".
"No, when you dock?".
"Three days," LIRY gave him a wink. "And I'll show you how much fun can be purchased with just a few credits."
Ryo smiled. Whatever was his past, he still had a future to build.
"Young man, a raktajino.
"Now, Lieutenant."
There were times when Ryo seemed that it never really had a past, and life seemed to begin only in 'while he was living at the precise moment when it was attacked by this ridiculous thought. In those moments the memories appeared to be blurry, distant, unreal, designed with trimmed edges of dreams, and always ended by asking those who had never organized for him a similar hoax, in a cowardly way by rejecting the axiom that in this which we move is nothing but the consequence of our past actions.
Anyway, pretend not to have had a past to avoid having to admit its responsibility for the mistakes did not make him feel better. Never.
was really born in New York? It was really graduate? He really knew the Commodore Troisi and had sex with his young companion?
But most of all they had really taken on board that ship? Princess
USS, NCC-22751, Galaxy class starship. Grade Ensign, a medical officer job at second.
Ricordi. Dreams.
"Hey, are you alright?" Careful with that glass. "
"Yes, yes. I'm just a little absently." The beautiful
DELTANIA smiled at his side. It was clear that that lovely boy was hiding something, and now her feminine curiosity wanted to know what all the costs.
"Hey Ryo, is almost a week since we know each other. You did not do anything but stand here at the bar drinking, laughing, joking and flirting with girls. Yet there are times when I have the impression that you want to be anywhere else . You're a strange guy, sure to be in the right place? ".
"You have guessed to be sold, LIRY. Believe me, I should not be here. Not now, at least."
"In what way?".
"You see, I ...".
A week earlier, on board the USS Princess of Mars orbit. Infirmary.
.... I was happy, a week ago. Finally I was on board a real starship, the infirmary and I thought immediately efficient, well organized and full of beautiful nurses, especially.
I had just winked at one of these when I was intercepted chief medical officer, my immediate boss. Yes, LIRY. Do not interrupt me, please. You will understand everything later.
"Young man, I know what are you doing here? Apart bother my nurse, of course."
"Um, excuse me. Nice to meet you Dr. Vento.'m The cadet Ryo Hunt, and I will be happy to be her second, as I have conferred the rank of ensign."
I had documented before boarding. Dr. Light had a reputation as a cheerful man, a joker, so it does not bother me too much when I saw him to laugh so loudly that it seems out of place.
"And so she is the younger Hunt! What a pleasure to meet you, friend! His reputation precedes it."
"Thank you, doctor. I did not expect such a warm welcome. Neither have a reputation that preceded me, to tell the truth."
"Are you kidding?! She was able to go to bed the wife of Commodore Troisi! Less than twenty-four hours have passed since the news came out, but I assure you that throughout San Francisco are not talking about the other! I that within a few days become a kind of hero for all boys academy! Of course, it is already mine. have never been particularly sympathy for the Commodore. So arrogant, so full of himself. He gave a good lesson. Bravo!.
Although full of praise, the conversation began to be embarrassing for me, so I preferred to change the subject. Besides, I could not believe that the news had turned so quickly. "It 's a story of which I am not proud, I'd rather leave behind, Doctor. "
" Ah, yes, young man. I understand, I understand. But tell me, why is he here? ".
The doctor had a reputation for being a little distracted. That does not mind even to this second wake-up call." Yo, I've already said. Just give me the rank of Ensign I will be happy to serve as the second, these are the guidelines that I had on earth. "
" Ma .. must be a mistake, I have a second. Ensign Camden. And she does not figure in the organization of the infirmary. It 'sure I was assigned to me? ".
" Of course ... Double-check, must have the wrong
...". "No, I'm not mistaken, I'm sorry. It can check with your own eyes, if you prefer.
He handed me a d-Halls, and in fact my name was not anywhere.
Or rather, where it had appeared: Ryo Hunt, civilian employee at the bar of the bow .. .
Bar bow today.
"... and so, here I am. Obviously in the meantime the ship had already left, and nothing is protests earned him the first officer. I have not even allowed to talk to the captain. "
" It 's an incredible story. "
" Yeah. The Commodore has many friends at the office assignments, must not have been hard to play this dirty trick. "
" Well, it's nothing compared to what you did to him, "grinned the young DELTANIA." I had heard this history when we were boarding Utopia Planitia, but I had no idea you were the protagonist. This also explains that there is always the lively chatter when you're on duty. It seems to me that too many looked the counter. "
Ryo regained his usual coolness, and performed in a bow by experienced waiter, complete with a towel on his right arm. "You'll have a reason LIRY do with it. As you see a celebrity on your side! The bar will be doing well."
LIRY turned serious. "Really you're lucky the situation?".
"Yes Let's face it ... I had the opportunity to undertake a year of specialization on board this ship only to my friendship with Commodore, not for my academic merits.
I passed in front of more people in leg and prepared me via this shortcut, and the bottom is a good thing. The work at the bar is not bad, you have plenty of free time and you know a lot of interesting people. A lot of girls especially. so I will not have to write my thesis as I had planned, but will not be a wasted year, at the end of his career can wait. And then I'm all day with a nice DELTANIA like you, what do I want? ".
The DELTANIA appreciated the sincerity and strength of mind of the boy. He still had the courage to think of the thesis and a career in Fleet after having made a powerful enemy and vengeful as the Commodore Troisi. But Hunt could not be so naive as to not know how they were made to help his friend when he was with the same tenacity would work to destroy it now that they had become enemies. Anyone else in his position would have accepted the fact that his career was over even before it began, and not would lose a moment to resign and return to Earth to work privately. But
LIRY knew nothing helped lessen his dignity with those arguments, so let them lose and decided to encourage him. After all, the land was a nice guy mate nice bar.
"You'll see, you'll be fun. The crew is not even complete. We still have to take on staff from Starbase 876. Have you ever been on a Ferengi?".
"No, when you dock?".
"Three days," LIRY gave him a wink. "And I'll show you how much fun can be purchased with just a few credits."
Ryo smiled. Whatever was his past, he still had a future to build.
"Young man, a raktajino.
"Now, Lieutenant."
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Panasonic Dmp-bd45eb-k Blu-ray Disc
2371 2371
"Well, perhaps now we ... ignition. "muttered the thin man squinting and giving the command to switch to his old computer, who commanded the fact that we acquired the holographic projector apart and put back together with some modifications, the image was formed, although shaky, hinted the beauty of the woman from whom he had taken the model. A sigh escaped him, thinking how beautiful she was his ex ... and how pretentious snob and had been while they were together. You would never dirty their hands working, she had the good life, it mattered little whether the standard of living that she had claimed forbidden to most people, and especially to the inventor as he was in disgrace. Perhaps that was why he had not thought twice to go see how events were developing ... and yet was so confident he has found the fast way to make money, but it was all gone wrong and too many debts forced him to flee and take refuge on the planet quiet. Too soft, at times he seemed to be in a bubble of time, as the days went slow. But he could come back into vogue, he was sure: the new hologram for the maintenance of the ships would work and would have bought the patent to the weight of latinum. It mattered little whether it was good or bad, but he, as a kind of catharsis wanted give the appearance of her ex, serosiana a beautiful and greedy, who was now a big piece of it was not known where, or at least he did not know, since he had escaped the night without telling anyone. He had gone to live on that planet, where an old aunt had retired a long time before ... did not mind that she was still alive, and instead the old strip was lively and sprightly and claimed to be pushed around. But at least it had taken him into the house without paying rent. She'd just ask you some commission every time ... sin that called at all hours. He roused himself
seeing that the hologram was staring at him with his head cocked waiting for something.
"Oh, sorry ... damn you are beautiful ... you look so ... real!"
"I can see .... A, s.. Honor." said the hologram with a sweet voice, though jerky, with breaks in words.
"Damn ... wait, I have to modify the circuit to activate your ability to communicate ..."
"REM! REM! Quit playing mad scientist and TO COME TO HELP YOUR OLD AUNT."
"A MOMENT, CHECK! Old babbiona nuisance, always calls me at the wrong times. Sorry beautiful, I gotta go ... but I promise that tonight I put everything in place ... now ... I have to go out." he said with a last glance of regret.
"Asp .. ta, qu.l. I.. N.me I?"
"But you know that I have not yet thought of? Have to find a symbol ... a hologram has no name, is identified by a code ... There are, P prototype to start, and then ... I'm telling you tonight. "he said turning it off.
" REM "another scream startled him: his aunt was coming to the warehouse where he was working out better.
" I'll, I'm here, Auntie - she forced herself to say - What do you need? "he winked with a fake smile to the woman. 
"Well, perhaps now we ... ignition. "muttered the thin man squinting and giving the command to switch to his old computer, who commanded the fact that we acquired the holographic projector apart and put back together with some modifications, the image was formed, although shaky, hinted the beauty of the woman from whom he had taken the model. A sigh escaped him, thinking how beautiful she was his ex ... and how pretentious snob and had been while they were together. You would never dirty their hands working, she had the good life, it mattered little whether the standard of living that she had claimed forbidden to most people, and especially to the inventor as he was in disgrace. Perhaps that was why he had not thought twice to go see how events were developing ... and yet was so confident he has found the fast way to make money, but it was all gone wrong and too many debts forced him to flee and take refuge on the planet quiet. Too soft, at times he seemed to be in a bubble of time, as the days went slow. But he could come back into vogue, he was sure: the new hologram for the maintenance of the ships would work and would have bought the patent to the weight of latinum. It mattered little whether it was good or bad, but he, as a kind of catharsis wanted give the appearance of her ex, serosiana a beautiful and greedy, who was now a big piece of it was not known where, or at least he did not know, since he had escaped the night without telling anyone. He had gone to live on that planet, where an old aunt had retired a long time before ... did not mind that she was still alive, and instead the old strip was lively and sprightly and claimed to be pushed around. But at least it had taken him into the house without paying rent. She'd just ask you some commission every time ... sin that called at all hours. He roused himself
seeing that the hologram was staring at him with his head cocked waiting for something.
"Oh, sorry ... damn you are beautiful ... you look so ... real!"
"I can see .... A, s.. Honor." said the hologram with a sweet voice, though jerky, with breaks in words.
"Damn ... wait, I have to modify the circuit to activate your ability to communicate ..."
"REM! REM! Quit playing mad scientist and TO COME TO HELP YOUR OLD AUNT."
"A MOMENT, CHECK! Old babbiona nuisance, always calls me at the wrong times. Sorry beautiful, I gotta go ... but I promise that tonight I put everything in place ... now ... I have to go out." he said with a last glance of regret.
"Asp .. ta, qu.l. I.. N.me I?"
"But you know that I have not yet thought of? Have to find a symbol ... a hologram has no name, is identified by a code ... There are, P prototype to start, and then ... I'm telling you tonight. "he said turning it off.
" REM "another scream startled him: his aunt was coming to the warehouse where he was working out better.
" I'll, I'm here, Auntie - she forced herself to say - What do you need? "he winked with a fake smile to the woman.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Japanische Elektro Tortur
Kalt could not sleep.
He lay staring at the pipes on the ceiling of the room.
room! To be honest, it was also a euphemism only speak of storage space: cramped and rusty walls, a cot death in a tiny bathroom, a recessed cabinet, a narrow shelf, a chair and cracked from the video terminal.
At irregular intervals turboelevatore felt the vibrations of the service, at least they were a diversion from the constant scraping of the ventilation fan and was fun to bet with yourself how many minutes had elapsed between a step and another.
But it was all she could afford with the few remaining claims: he was landed by the commercial "fragrant spices" on that decrepit space station, the young officer boliano had not yet found a new shipment. Every morning
standard was presented to the offices of the shipping companies to review the routing plans of the vessels arriving, then reached the dock space in the hope of finding work and securing at least the replicator rations to the public.
The first day began as always, any new arrival, but Kalt had found a small job "outside": the capsule pilot service officer seeking microfalle on the hull of a cargo serosa.
Thus, at the end of the day, had decided to celebrate and stole the hoard had occurred in the only local station.
And while he was playing the final table of the credit Dabo (Ifni possible that the beloved goddess of fortune, he had abandoned this?) Was reached dall'addetto military Bolarus.
The old sergeant major had offered a poor beer and delivered a Romulan dpadd: Kalt had just been called to active duty as an officer of the Reserve.
It was a clause signed six years ago when he graduated as a merchant captain, signed and then forgotten now a training ship of the Federation was expected to reach the station from there a few hours and he would have to be at the boarding tunnel as a liaison officer.
Kalt did not know whether to be glad of the opportunity to leave that dark hole in the bottom of the Alpha Quadrant, or if your luck deserting groped and embarking as a stowaway on the first cargo in transit.
Another challenge in his life.
tossed in the air that last credit still clutched in his hand: to use human expression, "heads or tails?
head! It was then that the Federation.
Kalt, lying in his tomb waiting for now, more restless than ever, the new morning.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Knit Beanie Hat Scheme
Sorry for the delay
San Francisco, Earth.
Starfleet Academy, Cadet Accommodation
When the trill of the cadet communicator woke Ryo Hunt under him was a strange bed and around twilight and a vague but familiar sense of smell. For a moment he struggled to associate the scent of the girl lying beside him and the girl to the place where he was. Recovered memory with the same sense of annoyance with which ended the sound emitted by the electronic bedside.
"Here Hunt."
other side a woman's voice. "Ryo is Monica. Are you awake?".
"Yes." His voice thick belied the sense of that monosyllable. "What?".
"I absolutely need to tell you something."
Ryo stood up, taking care not to disturb the young woman who was still asleep beside her, crossed all the lodging and sat down at the computer monitor. I turned and suddenly there was the face of a girl in tears. His eyes were as blue as the sky, framed by a helmet of brown hair.
Ryo looked at her with sleepy eyes. He felt, for no reason, a slight sense of unease. Or why there was, and was about to find out. "Tell me, Monica."
"Yo, I told you, Ryo. I told him everything."
These words did take him as a wake-up call. He hoped for a moment that those words were nothing but a ploy, a desperate search for a reaction that was the result of the same emotion. He could not believe that girl was so unconscious.
"You said what to whom?".
"About us. A Maximum".
At that moment he saw a tear Ryo plow the woman's face and something that was moving back and that accentuates the tremor. She continued.
"You have nothing to say?".
The silence that came as a response was a little longer and much more explicit. "The only thing I can say is that you have made a big stupid, really."
"I could not go on like this anymore. I love you, Ryo. And you said you loved me ...".
"There are moments when you say many things. Some belong to reality, the other fiction. I'm sorry you did not understand who and what belonged to one another."
"Ryo, I ...".
Monica paused to take refuge in silence and tears. Immediately after the screen took over the figure of a man. He wore the uniform of Starfleet, and Ryo did not need to check the grades that exhibited on the collar to find out who it was.
"Ryo! Beautiful day, huh?".
"You know very well that it will not be."
"I hope for you. And I hope you know to try again a bit of shame to find this and other bad days to come. For a long time." The man gave
a break to stretch his uniform with a gesture of his hands.
"I wanted this little conversation just because Monica and despicable he realized what kind of man you are and for people throwing away his career."
"I do not think much good to say I'm sorry."
"I'm afraid not."
"So I do not think there's something to say."
"No, quite the contrary. There is much to say. But I'm not sure it's worth investing more time and other words in a conversation with someone like you." Ryo
closed his eyes, and yet continued to see sharp silhouetted in front of him the figure of man with whom he was speaking. Massimo Troisi, highly decorated commander of the Starfleet in the odor of promotion and it was rumored, a former leading in Section 31. Handsome, tall and strong in spite of his fifty-six.
"What ends up here just for a reason. Once you saved my life. Now I'll return the favor. We are equal." Another pause. "Do not you wish you harm. No matter what you hoped it would be very small compared to what you manage to get alone. Troisi Commodore, I close."
The screen went out and the young Ryo seemed to realize only then that part of his life was over. He had known the Commodore
Troisi little more than four years earlier when, graduate, practiced medicine in a small studio on the other side of the continent, in New York. The Commodore had been unwillingly involved in a fight scene which had as one of the bars that Ryo was usually attend. The well-informed argued that the Commodore was on a mission to search for evidence that nailed the fleet officers suspected of passing information to the maquis, and that her cover was blown. Whatever the truth, the Commodore was found with a broken leg and the femoral artery severed. Ryo, together with other men intervened to quell the riot and, while not having tools with him, took the decision to operate to stop the bleeding. The doctors who were in Starfleet by the Commodore said that without this intervention could not make it timely.
So a week later, Ryo was summoned in his office in San Francisco.
When he entered the commander raised his eyes from the d-padd she was working on and had spoken as if they had known all along.
"You were all right, boy."
Ryo had barely won the embarrassment he felt in the face of compliments every time, except for those that grew on its own.
"I try. Sometimes I succeed."
"Good. That 's what I always did too. The star fleet needs smart men like you. What if you serve on our board a starship?".
Although he had obtained while studying the pilot's license of First Instance, Ryo had never seriously considered the possibility of joining the Fleet. Yet, now that you had an opportunity to provide such a change in his life, without thinking too Ryo had accepted, and he found himself attending the academy.
Everything went well for three years, until in the life of his mentor was not entered through the front door, the young, beautiful and impulsive Monica Cooper. When the eyes of the girl were laid on him for the first time he heard Ryo immediately smell trouble.
Six months later, Monica had made a surprise in his quarters ...
Ryo threw away the memories with a sigh. Whatever he had represented for Massimo Troisi and his naive girlfriend, now belonged to the past.
Meanwhile, the legitimate owner of the accommodation as it was now rolled between the sheets trying instinctively to embrace the male body that was sure to find at his side. Not finding woke, gently rubbing his eyes still clouded with sleep.
Ryo had slowly put on his clothes, and now she was picking up his uniform and some of his stuff in a small suitcase, when he realized that the woman had gotten up and was now behind him.
"Hmm ... what time is it?"
"Go back to sleep if you want, Monica. I have just six in the morning," he smiled.
"How did you call?".
Ryo's gaze was lost under the investigator of the woman. "Er ... Miriam?"
"Miriam?! Monica?! Wake up, dear! I'm Liz, Elizabeth. Do you remember? "
" Ah ... Elizabeth! Of course! "He said mechanically, showing too much enthusiasm.
ridistese That is with a resigned sigh, resting his head on the pillow so you can still watch the guy in front of her busy closing up his small suitcase.
" The you know you're really a freak? A nice guy, sure. But weird. "He waited.
As expected had no response, then continued." I knew you had only wanted to take me to bed, I can read in his face last night. Are you going to speak no more? ".
Still no answer." Never mind ... so not either remember your name now. Ricky? "
"No. Ryo."
"And what do you already standing at six, Ryo?".
"Today begins my year of specialization. I asked for and obtained, thanks to the Commodore Troisi, to carry on board a starship with the rank of ensign. I should be the medical officer in the second. In the afternoon there is the 'boarding, and still do not know the name of the ship on which we serve. I'll go to the office to find out assignments of the Fleet. "
The girl answered with yet another sigh. Ryo meanwhile, had approached the door to the outside, opening it.
"Back to sleep well Liz, I'll be in touch very soon."
"You will not ...". He concluded that time so to give him away, giving the impression of wanting to just go back to sleep.
Hunt pursed his lips and closed the door behind him. The expected
strange new worlds, boundaries and unknown adventures.
The future was about to begin. 
San Francisco, Earth.
Starfleet Academy, Cadet Accommodation
When the trill of the cadet communicator woke Ryo Hunt under him was a strange bed and around twilight and a vague but familiar sense of smell. For a moment he struggled to associate the scent of the girl lying beside him and the girl to the place where he was. Recovered memory with the same sense of annoyance with which ended the sound emitted by the electronic bedside.
"Here Hunt."
other side a woman's voice. "Ryo is Monica. Are you awake?".
"Yes." His voice thick belied the sense of that monosyllable. "What?".
"I absolutely need to tell you something."
Ryo stood up, taking care not to disturb the young woman who was still asleep beside her, crossed all the lodging and sat down at the computer monitor. I turned and suddenly there was the face of a girl in tears. His eyes were as blue as the sky, framed by a helmet of brown hair.
Ryo looked at her with sleepy eyes. He felt, for no reason, a slight sense of unease. Or why there was, and was about to find out. "Tell me, Monica."
"Yo, I told you, Ryo. I told him everything."
These words did take him as a wake-up call. He hoped for a moment that those words were nothing but a ploy, a desperate search for a reaction that was the result of the same emotion. He could not believe that girl was so unconscious.
"You said what to whom?".
"About us. A Maximum".
At that moment he saw a tear Ryo plow the woman's face and something that was moving back and that accentuates the tremor. She continued.
"You have nothing to say?".
The silence that came as a response was a little longer and much more explicit. "The only thing I can say is that you have made a big stupid, really."
"I could not go on like this anymore. I love you, Ryo. And you said you loved me ...".
"There are moments when you say many things. Some belong to reality, the other fiction. I'm sorry you did not understand who and what belonged to one another."
"Ryo, I ...".
Monica paused to take refuge in silence and tears. Immediately after the screen took over the figure of a man. He wore the uniform of Starfleet, and Ryo did not need to check the grades that exhibited on the collar to find out who it was.
"Ryo! Beautiful day, huh?".
"You know very well that it will not be."
"I hope for you. And I hope you know to try again a bit of shame to find this and other bad days to come. For a long time." The man gave
a break to stretch his uniform with a gesture of his hands.
"I wanted this little conversation just because Monica and despicable he realized what kind of man you are and for people throwing away his career."
"I do not think much good to say I'm sorry."
"I'm afraid not."
"So I do not think there's something to say."
"No, quite the contrary. There is much to say. But I'm not sure it's worth investing more time and other words in a conversation with someone like you." Ryo
closed his eyes, and yet continued to see sharp silhouetted in front of him the figure of man with whom he was speaking. Massimo Troisi, highly decorated commander of the Starfleet in the odor of promotion and it was rumored, a former leading in Section 31. Handsome, tall and strong in spite of his fifty-six.
"What ends up here just for a reason. Once you saved my life. Now I'll return the favor. We are equal." Another pause. "Do not you wish you harm. No matter what you hoped it would be very small compared to what you manage to get alone. Troisi Commodore, I close."
The screen went out and the young Ryo seemed to realize only then that part of his life was over. He had known the Commodore
Troisi little more than four years earlier when, graduate, practiced medicine in a small studio on the other side of the continent, in New York. The Commodore had been unwillingly involved in a fight scene which had as one of the bars that Ryo was usually attend. The well-informed argued that the Commodore was on a mission to search for evidence that nailed the fleet officers suspected of passing information to the maquis, and that her cover was blown. Whatever the truth, the Commodore was found with a broken leg and the femoral artery severed. Ryo, together with other men intervened to quell the riot and, while not having tools with him, took the decision to operate to stop the bleeding. The doctors who were in Starfleet by the Commodore said that without this intervention could not make it timely.
So a week later, Ryo was summoned in his office in San Francisco.
When he entered the commander raised his eyes from the d-padd she was working on and had spoken as if they had known all along.
"You were all right, boy."
Ryo had barely won the embarrassment he felt in the face of compliments every time, except for those that grew on its own.
"I try. Sometimes I succeed."
"Good. That 's what I always did too. The star fleet needs smart men like you. What if you serve on our board a starship?".
Although he had obtained while studying the pilot's license of First Instance, Ryo had never seriously considered the possibility of joining the Fleet. Yet, now that you had an opportunity to provide such a change in his life, without thinking too Ryo had accepted, and he found himself attending the academy.
Everything went well for three years, until in the life of his mentor was not entered through the front door, the young, beautiful and impulsive Monica Cooper. When the eyes of the girl were laid on him for the first time he heard Ryo immediately smell trouble.
Six months later, Monica had made a surprise in his quarters ...
Ryo threw away the memories with a sigh. Whatever he had represented for Massimo Troisi and his naive girlfriend, now belonged to the past.
Meanwhile, the legitimate owner of the accommodation as it was now rolled between the sheets trying instinctively to embrace the male body that was sure to find at his side. Not finding woke, gently rubbing his eyes still clouded with sleep.
Ryo had slowly put on his clothes, and now she was picking up his uniform and some of his stuff in a small suitcase, when he realized that the woman had gotten up and was now behind him.
"Hmm ... what time is it?"
"Go back to sleep if you want, Monica. I have just six in the morning," he smiled.
"How did you call?".
Ryo's gaze was lost under the investigator of the woman. "Er ... Miriam?"
"Miriam?! Monica?! Wake up, dear! I'm Liz, Elizabeth. Do you remember? "
" Ah ... Elizabeth! Of course! "He said mechanically, showing too much enthusiasm.
ridistese That is with a resigned sigh, resting his head on the pillow so you can still watch the guy in front of her busy closing up his small suitcase.
" The you know you're really a freak? A nice guy, sure. But weird. "He waited.
As expected had no response, then continued." I knew you had only wanted to take me to bed, I can read in his face last night. Are you going to speak no more? ".
Still no answer." Never mind ... so not either remember your name now. Ricky? "
"No. Ryo."
"And what do you already standing at six, Ryo?".
"Today begins my year of specialization. I asked for and obtained, thanks to the Commodore Troisi, to carry on board a starship with the rank of ensign. I should be the medical officer in the second. In the afternoon there is the 'boarding, and still do not know the name of the ship on which we serve. I'll go to the office to find out assignments of the Fleet. "
The girl answered with yet another sigh. Ryo meanwhile, had approached the door to the outside, opening it.
"Back to sleep well Liz, I'll be in touch very soon."
"You will not ...". He concluded that time so to give him away, giving the impression of wanting to just go back to sleep.
Hunt pursed his lips and closed the door behind him. The expected
strange new worlds, boundaries and unknown adventures.
The future was about to begin.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Pokemon Lesbians Gallery
Colle der fomento
The crisis, the first financial, and economic and social hours already, so hard to be interpreted with respect to causes and triggers (loans given to anyone? Speculation with derivatives? The lack of restrictions on capital movements? Securitization? The economy has eaten politics and finance that has eaten in turn the economy? All these things together?), On the other hand, as the effects that have resulted from it, aspects of interpretation, if not easy, immediate.
The most obvious is that many have lost, are losing and will lose their jobs. Another, equally obvious I think, is that those who are fortunate enough to retain their place of work more and worse. The crisis, the workers, the pay (ie pay) even so, with greater difficulty with daily frustrations more, with less freedom.
The crisis also brings a reduced ability to understand what is happening, as if more and more absurd to use their time and their little remaining energy to look at facts that are unrelated to their immediate living space.
probably with little clarity, therefore, m'accingo to reflect on the outcome of the elections just concluded. The first element that makes me pause is the involvement of very bland with whom I have followed the vote. While it is true that the PD was in danger of dissolution, I have not heard her sigh deeply for the narrow escape. This happens not because I think the PD should disappear, but because I remain convinced that this PD isolated, isolationist and no identity serve no purpose whatever. In politics, are what the spin doctor would call a "loyal customer now" with a system of benchmarks and a well-established ideological position (ah, what a strange feeling to write that word) well defined. Well, despite this, my feeling with respect to this PD is the "much worse, the better." It is not pollution of pure idea, is not the way to the center (which I consider a necessity and an opportunity together) at the bottom of my posting, but the surrender of the ambition to propose a concept of society. The poor Franceschini, which should be recognized for having able to fight with honor (especially on the home front), has given a clue as to what could be (and unfortunately is not) the PD on a single occasion when, for once, with the clarity that there should be always expressed disdain for the prior rejections of illegal immigrants. A party worthy of the tradition of PCI and DC defends international law, legality and human rights regardless of the impact that this election may have. Just the crisis provides huge opportunity for those who have in its heritage values \u200b\u200bsuch as solidarity, equality and the rule of law once again has decided instead to convey messages elementary, inarticulate, spiteful, exclusively centered on (which is obvious) shortcomings of the government. If you have done all this for reasons linked to the electoral outcome, well then you become aware that 26.1% is a result well within the reach of a PD with determination to show its own identity.
I think, unlike many, the result of the PDL has been numerically flattering. In a crisis so acute, the governments (left or right that may be) have great difficulty. The contraction of consensus that in terms of absolute votes, Berlusconi has mastered these consultations must be primarily European abstention of Sicily where he voted this time less than 50% of an electorate that usually ensures the center of a huge harvest votes.
Nevertheless, two facts have emerged from the polls that I think politicians put the prime minister more than a difficulty. The first is that the most impressive results have been obtained from the League and Italy of Values, or by those persons in the political spectrum immediately adjacent to the two major parties. Italy shows with the vote of a country that has no desire for bipartisanship and do not want a simplification of the policy framework that is artificially induced through the electoral law. This, even more than the pressures of the League, explains the immediate change of position on the referendum on electoral law for next week.
The second element of difficulty for the leader of the center is made up by the fact that the maximum size, the overall potential of the PDL League and, net of redistribution of internal consensus, it remains far from any notion of self-sufficiency. The vote this week has shown (not without roughness) Berlusconi that the voters lean toward centrist UDC area means leaving a considerable amount of consensus to the league.
Both these factors make it increasingly difficult for the general election will turn in that plebiscite and that Berlusconi is keen to see how your personal passport to the Quirinale. That
del Colle is a lot that I can not understand how will end, but even now I look at it with fear, as a tough transition, which could leave the country permanently weakened.
The most obvious is that many have lost, are losing and will lose their jobs. Another, equally obvious I think, is that those who are fortunate enough to retain their place of work more and worse. The crisis, the workers, the pay (ie pay) even so, with greater difficulty with daily frustrations more, with less freedom.
The crisis also brings a reduced ability to understand what is happening, as if more and more absurd to use their time and their little remaining energy to look at facts that are unrelated to their immediate living space.
probably with little clarity, therefore, m'accingo to reflect on the outcome of the elections just concluded. The first element that makes me pause is the involvement of very bland with whom I have followed the vote. While it is true that the PD was in danger of dissolution, I have not heard her sigh deeply for the narrow escape. This happens not because I think the PD should disappear, but because I remain convinced that this PD isolated, isolationist and no identity serve no purpose whatever. In politics, are what the spin doctor would call a "loyal customer now" with a system of benchmarks and a well-established ideological position (ah, what a strange feeling to write that word) well defined. Well, despite this, my feeling with respect to this PD is the "much worse, the better." It is not pollution of pure idea, is not the way to the center (which I consider a necessity and an opportunity together) at the bottom of my posting, but the surrender of the ambition to propose a concept of society. The poor Franceschini, which should be recognized for having able to fight with honor (especially on the home front), has given a clue as to what could be (and unfortunately is not) the PD on a single occasion when, for once, with the clarity that there should be always expressed disdain for the prior rejections of illegal immigrants. A party worthy of the tradition of PCI and DC defends international law, legality and human rights regardless of the impact that this election may have. Just the crisis provides huge opportunity for those who have in its heritage values \u200b\u200bsuch as solidarity, equality and the rule of law once again has decided instead to convey messages elementary, inarticulate, spiteful, exclusively centered on (which is obvious) shortcomings of the government. If you have done all this for reasons linked to the electoral outcome, well then you become aware that 26.1% is a result well within the reach of a PD with determination to show its own identity.
I think, unlike many, the result of the PDL has been numerically flattering. In a crisis so acute, the governments (left or right that may be) have great difficulty. The contraction of consensus that in terms of absolute votes, Berlusconi has mastered these consultations must be primarily European abstention of Sicily where he voted this time less than 50% of an electorate that usually ensures the center of a huge harvest votes.
Nevertheless, two facts have emerged from the polls that I think politicians put the prime minister more than a difficulty. The first is that the most impressive results have been obtained from the League and Italy of Values, or by those persons in the political spectrum immediately adjacent to the two major parties. Italy shows with the vote of a country that has no desire for bipartisanship and do not want a simplification of the policy framework that is artificially induced through the electoral law. This, even more than the pressures of the League, explains the immediate change of position on the referendum on electoral law for next week.
The second element of difficulty for the leader of the center is made up by the fact that the maximum size, the overall potential of the PDL League and, net of redistribution of internal consensus, it remains far from any notion of self-sufficiency. The vote this week has shown (not without roughness) Berlusconi that the voters lean toward centrist UDC area means leaving a considerable amount of consensus to the league.
Both these factors make it increasingly difficult for the general election will turn in that plebiscite and that Berlusconi is keen to see how your personal passport to the Quirinale. That
del Colle is a lot that I can not understand how will end, but even now I look at it with fear, as a tough transition, which could leave the country permanently weakened.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Swr-1242d Installation Diagram
The secret journey of the USS Fortuna
"There was a loud noise in the universes. Generations of stars were born and died under the gaze of telescopes addicted, electromagnetic fortunes were squandered in a moment of helium empires rose and vanished civilizations' molecular gas gang overexcited sowed panic, the galaxies fleeing roared from their place of origin, the holes blacks drank energy and fractal bubble universes born dissidents, each with a physical self-legislation. " (Stefano Benni, Elianto)
systems of life support stopped working almost simultaneously.
screens and fields of integrity 'structural disable it.
The central computer run' a brutal shutdown without being able to complete the procedures for data recovery.
Finally, with the unwinding of the last auxiliary battery, the ship became a sophisticated hardware and useless adrift: the wreck, which was spinning in a huge empty ocean.
No Gravity ', light, warmth and a breathable atmosphere: people on board held their breath for an unconscious reflex and exchanged terrified glances.
Someone shut the visor and the lights of space helmet, other, more 'simply wept. The medical board, authorized by the captain, beginning 'to distribute one tablet of "calming" color carmine red ...
A week before - Starfleet Command
A sparkling morning in January.
Air City 'which looked out over the bay of San Francisco was cold, but at least the wind had swept the sky and ground with his eyes you could see the ocean beyond the pale red pillars of the bridge. " An elderly
Starfleet captain was on his way to headquarters to receive orders for the mission. - Personally, and im-me-dia-ta-men-te! - So 'had marked the admiral in message video. In
if such a procedure, familiar to the units 'operations, but it was quite unusual, at least for an obsolete vessel for Astronomical Research as the USS Fortuna and this increased the curiosity' officer.
- ... and you will go up to the only planet in the system to release the buoys with sensors, the orbital module and a beacon of control. Your passengers will disembark and return to the Starbase 103.
E "above all", Captain Winter, no question. After the detour route will cost you no 'more' than two days on the plan scheduled sailing ...-
USS Fortune survey vessel downgraded to a training ship and a platform for astrophysical research - from parts of the nebula Crab
A ship 'as a small country, everyone knows everyone and secrets do not have a long life.
Cosi 'the presence of the team "scientific" that the USS Fortuna was carrying to a destination "unspecified" had raised the level of "rumors".
Newcomers, however, 'had fraternized with the crew, with the Cadets and the researchers on board, merely to work in the cargo bay to develop the tools of delivery, eating meals at a time reserved in the lunchroom and passing the remaining free time locked in their homes.
only the third night of the voyage Captain Winter was able to exchange a few words in a tone of "informal" with the person responsible for the shipment.
She stood silently, arms folded, to look beyond the panoramic windows of the observation room.
- Captain, let him!
- I do not want to bother you, every time I come here when I want to reflect on its own.
- Gia ', and' very ... quiet ...
Soon after, breaking the awkward silence that had followed the first exchange of words - Dr. Norton, there 's something I can do for you or your team?
- No, 'just limiting the curiosity' crew for another twelve hours.
- Okay, urge 'greater respect for your privacy. - Replica 'in tone piqued Captain Winter.
- I did not mean to be rude captain, but it 's better for everyone, believe me: tomorrow we will arrive at your destination, put into orbit on equipment and facilities and you can resume your regular duties.
- The one thing I would ask. One of his has entered the software that manages the ship's logbooks.
The expression of women is not traditional 'no emotion: - Hmmmm is usually' a procedure that is not detected. But I assure you that it is not sabotage, will simply 'removed any trace of these last three days of travel. And 'the standard ...
- And what about the personal memories, how will you?
The laughter of women is' more 'disturbing amused: - There will be' provided a little blue pill ...
A system without a name, initials of the star catalog NGC 0315A -
USS La Fortuna had entered into orbit around the one standard ternary system of a remote planet.
The world below was a gas giant which reflected the blue light on the band of the main elements that made up the atmosphere, it was probably a tramp space captured by the gravity 'of the main star and that, for a very rare combination, had stabilized in the only Lagrangian point of the system.
The image of huge trees and lightning storms on a global scale, filled the main screen of the dashboard while the calm voice of the captain gave the go- operations: - Start the sequence of release of the buoys. At my signal ... now!
consoles traced the positioning of the series of these satellites as they unfolded in high orbit activating their transponder.
From the hold, the place chosen by the team at the trading desk scientific point came the confirmation that the officer assigned to the operations of the transporter make the next beacon.
- Captain ... - A young ensign interrupted the silence that reigned on the bridge - ... because it 's so many orbital platforms? I mean, if it were a simple planetary surface would be enough coverage for less ... -
Some heads nodded as if to confirm review common. The commanding officer
around 'eyes slowly, as if to consider that no one else could hear his answer: - In fact, their sensors are not pointing toward the planet ... but now no more speculation: we have work to do and perform the first and before we leave from this system! - He added in a low voice - I do not know about you, but this whole thing, this place is sending me the chills ...
In orbit around the planet
The orbital module control consisted of a series of pressurized cylinders with hatches and engaging.
In practice it was a complex structure (laboratory, central command, the core of fusion reactor components housing and central services) that was positioned and joined directly to the predetermined amount.
The difficult part of the operation was this: pick up one by one cylinder out of the hangar on board, using the tractor beam of a shuttle, and then, once in the polar orbit, assemble the complete structure.
latter phase of the operation was performed by members of the team of Dr. Norton who used this for some exoskeletons with small arms and rocket-directional drive systems.
The efficiency of the "supposed" scientists soon had surprised the crew of Fortune: in less than seven hours in the primary structure had been connected and activated. Without delay
members team then began to turn on the system board and transfer material tecnicno and personal effects in less than an hour the lights of the orbital module indicated its full operation '...
USS Fortuna, from the panoramic window of the housing
captain - Captain, I want to thank you and your crew for the assistance and hospitality '. The phrase
ritual, uttered in a tone so 'Formal seem ironic, annoyed' the senior official had invited him to breakfast, Dr. Norton to be able to leave in a manner in harmony with the ancient traditions of the navy which still inspired the Earth Starfleet.
courtesy, but the presumption can be opened although a 'minimum crack in the privacy of women.
The fact is that the table prepared with care, they specially cooked meal, nor the wine reserve captain, had opened a breach in the hard shell of the woman.
- Doctor, I can only wish ... The sound intercom
prevents' a Kalt Winter to end the sentence: - Captain, we have a problem: it should be on the bridge, possibly with its host. Instinctively
the officer and the doctor turned my gaze to the picture window of the dwelling and what 'they saw that fully justified the interruption of their lunch.
few paces separated them in reality 'from the bridge of the ship in the short time the two reached the bridge, on the main screen was already 'showing of a tactical diagram of the system: the three stars (a giant brown and two small red dwarf stars - was a "old"), the gaseous planet and a wide area colored in blue, a large field of 'asteroids.
And it was the latter who, swept away by a sudden tidal gravitational orbit of the planet was about to fall like a tsunami of space dust, debris, ice and gigantic rocks ...
USS Fortuna, dashboard
- How long do we have?
- Minutes! - Said the officer frantically setting calculation instructions to the console - seven, six minutes rather the impact!
- What ... what it 'can does not predict a phenomenon of this magnitude?
The question of the captain expressed some uncertainty 'and mistrust in the work of his men.
- Lord, analysis of data at our disposal it would seem that a sequence of tiny holes in the system appeared to be blacks. - Continuous' the young lieutenant trying to apologize - it was impossible to even imagine such a phenomenon and a meteor shower of this magnitude ... Dr.
intervened: - News of my team?
- They are currently on the orbital module, but we have time to beam aboard the Fortuna and position ourselves on the opposite side of the planet with its mass should provide adequate shielding.
- Cosi 'lose all our equipment! We must remain to protect the instruments!
- Putting pero 'at risk the entire ship and its crew? Doctor, frankly I do not think a viable option ... - Winter is the captain face 'to order the evacuation of the small orbital station control; an order that he could not' never give ...
The coup
- under 'General Starfleet Eighth Directive, at 14.00 today's date, I Admiral Paula Norton, takes command of the USS Fortuna. Helmsman, directing the ship toward the orbital module and alongside the more 'close as possible. Operations officer, emergency early repositioning of buoys already 'dropped! Activate the shields of ship to the maximum extent possible and at the last minute.
astonishment crossed the bridge, all eyes went to the captain Winter by Dr. Norton and again to the doctor and the military ID card that was showing.
- The Eighth ...?
Vulcan was a young cadet to break the impasse in the situation: - Eighth Directive general staff of Starfleet and 'obliged to investigate every case of suspected espionage, sabotage and terrorist act against the Federation and its allies ...
-... in practice - interrupted annoyed the captain - counterintelligence officers have the authority 'to cancel a routine mission and take command. -. A decision was urgent, and immediately knew Kalt ' beyond: - Gentlemen, you heard the Admiral: We have a job to do. - And then turn directly to the top - Lady, will write down 'my objections to his orders in the logbook.
- Do what you like captain, the only thing that matters and 'that from now on, the crew obey me ...
A vessel concealed
directional thrusters USS Fortuna were beginning to show signs of overheating.
for hours in fact kept the vessel in tow and the orbital module, in orbit around the planet.
Surfing the midst of a meteor storm was in fact out of the question if you wanted to save the laboratory and then only the efficiency of shields stood between the death "Stoning" and the lives of the crews.
The team doctor, indeed, the admiral had Norton continued to scan the system for investigating the causes of the phenomenon: - We suspect that a hostile force is experiencing a new type of weapon of planetary destruction, in theory controlled the activation of a number of tiny singularities 'and' able to deform the fabric of space-time and generating a storm of enormous proportions. Look below the planet's atmosphere is as upset by the meteorite impacts and imagine the Earth in its place, or Bajor ...
- Lady, a communication from the orbital laboratory.
- Admiral, here we come! The final mark is still active has just revealed a vessel in concealment in the system.
- Take a vessel in that situation? No defense system would be able to identify all the debris from a ship, let alone hidden!
- I'm sorry captain, but the subject and 'top secret: forget what you heard. - And then turning to the laboratory staff - Prepare to leave your desk. Now, Captain Winter, we will launch the latest probe and 'left in the cargo bay.
- I suspect that is not a peaceful instrument of detection ... do not say anything, Admiral, and also this' top secret ...
Wave return
- "probe" and game en-route!
- We just have to wait ...
- Yes, but what?
- This is aside the pulse sequence of singularities', to stop the car engine generating stellar storms.
- will involve 'a risk to us? Remember that we are in a rather awkward situation.
The woman shrugged and said nothing.
- five seconds of activation, four, three, two ....
- I did not return from the mark detection! No, here ... the singularities' have been annihilated. Admiral, we did it! - The crew of the Fortuna and the team cheered in unison and the voice of Admiral of the work was covered for a few seconds - before vo ... ISOLIT on arrival and a possible tear of the fabric of space time ...
The only possible decision
The battle in the "Bramble" Commander Riker of the Enterprise and the ships of the Son'a matter was now teaching the first year of the Academy, one of the points Key was the fact that a laceration of subspace ISOLIT caused by weapons could be closed with the ignition of the warp core of a starship.
- But between theory and practice ... - I think 'Captain Winter - ... there is' a great distance. Lieutenant, to start the team's transporter from the orbital laboratory. Engine room, the captain here: Get ready to expulsion of the warp core. Helmsman, set a sub-orbital route: put the planet between us and the explosion.
Everyone knew what it meant that order: even if the tear had been sealed and that the ship had survived the explosion, would find themselves suddenly isolated in the system, to tens of light years away from any rescue.
- Captain, will be sure to save us, not 'it? - The voice of the cadet who had betrayed the hope of all.
- I'm afraid not. This time we get away from yourself: I doubt that Starfleet knows our exact location at this time: the standard procedure. I say good admiral?
- Captain, I beg you to accomplish what needs to be done and make arrangements to release the buoys with the records of past events. At this point the important thing 'to have the "Services" the outcome of our "research". For what it's worth the release command of the ship.
- Thanks Admiral. Engine room, lifting the warp core, now! Helmsman, full speed 'on impulse ...
A ship adrift
La Fortuna had survived.
Despite little chance 'to get out, the antiquated ship had not been disintegrated by the immense explosion when matter and antimatter nucleus had come into contact.
now floating in space, navigation lights turned off, no energy, propulsion, life support ...
- Captain, this time, and 'ugly.
The voice of the chief arrived in the ear of the helmet slightly distorted, with tones more 'acute than usual.
- at least hope to reactivate the internal communications?
- No sir, we can only create "radio links" with the transmitters of our helmets. A deep rumbling sound
'on the bridge.
- And this cos' ...
- I would say that we bumped into a debris. Moving
fatigue Kalt Winter reached one of the portholes' and grab 'at the top to see the outside world: so he saw' the source of the noise.
- I'll be ... And 'the wreck of the laboratory.
- The tractor beam was working until the last and we are dragged behind like a dog with the leash ... does not appear in good condition, but '.
- Never say, when there are "services" of the way, surprises are not lacking.
- Gia ', I guess ... watch captain - said the officer who had reached the porthole 'observation - those are not solar panels? Some cells are fused, but those on the starboard side seem intact.
- Commander, find a couple of volunteers: I think it's time for a little excursion spacewalk ... And, Admiral, I would ask you to communicate officially to the emergency and that his men 'over and that I take the command of my ship . From now on we must demonstrate a spirit of sacrifice, adaptability 'and altruism. America will survive!
Space, the final frontier ... The emergency radio beacon
USS Fortuna was picked up by a merchant Tellarites six months later was the great astonishment of the captain and his entire crew when they arrived at a sufficient distance to see with optical sensors, an old ship of the Federation who hobbled to a tenth of speed 'd 'pulse in the middle of nowhere interstellar.
dented hull and toasted some plates missing, visible signs of temporary repairs and certainly not "standard" criteria for Fleet Stellre.
- Hello, and here 'the USS Fortuna, happy to see you.
- Fortuna Um, here the cargo "Last Chance": you need assistance?
- There would be grateful: the subspace radio and 'out of order, we are short of water and food replicators idling. Between us some of the crew went on to sell his mother for a shower, a sandwich with sausage and a coffee 'boiling.
- Received Fortune, we are contacting Starfleet to let you send a rescue ship. In the meantime, get ready to receive a container of food rations and a few extras, with the compliments of the captain.
- With "Last Chance", a round of beer Romulan paid for when we meet again in better times ...
- For our journal, and you can tell us what 'happened?
- Oh! - Winter said the captain, winking to an angry admiral intelligence, surprised in the act of sipping the last drops of the herb boliano - A small setback that sparked a routine cruise. And we solved that with a lucky roll of the dice in a situation not very favorable.
... These are the voyages of the Fortune ... 
"There was a loud noise in the universes. Generations of stars were born and died under the gaze of telescopes addicted, electromagnetic fortunes were squandered in a moment of helium empires rose and vanished civilizations' molecular gas gang overexcited sowed panic, the galaxies fleeing roared from their place of origin, the holes blacks drank energy and fractal bubble universes born dissidents, each with a physical self-legislation. " (Stefano Benni, Elianto)
systems of life support stopped working almost simultaneously.
screens and fields of integrity 'structural disable it.
The central computer run' a brutal shutdown without being able to complete the procedures for data recovery.
Finally, with the unwinding of the last auxiliary battery, the ship became a sophisticated hardware and useless adrift: the wreck, which was spinning in a huge empty ocean.
No Gravity ', light, warmth and a breathable atmosphere: people on board held their breath for an unconscious reflex and exchanged terrified glances.
Someone shut the visor and the lights of space helmet, other, more 'simply wept. The medical board, authorized by the captain, beginning 'to distribute one tablet of "calming" color carmine red ...
A week before - Starfleet Command
A sparkling morning in January.
Air City 'which looked out over the bay of San Francisco was cold, but at least the wind had swept the sky and ground with his eyes you could see the ocean beyond the pale red pillars of the bridge. " An elderly
Starfleet captain was on his way to headquarters to receive orders for the mission. - Personally, and im-me-dia-ta-men-te! - So 'had marked the admiral in message video. In
if such a procedure, familiar to the units 'operations, but it was quite unusual, at least for an obsolete vessel for Astronomical Research as the USS Fortuna and this increased the curiosity' officer.
- ... and you will go up to the only planet in the system to release the buoys with sensors, the orbital module and a beacon of control. Your passengers will disembark and return to the Starbase 103.
E "above all", Captain Winter, no question. After the detour route will cost you no 'more' than two days on the plan scheduled sailing ...-
USS Fortune survey vessel downgraded to a training ship and a platform for astrophysical research - from parts of the nebula Crab
A ship 'as a small country, everyone knows everyone and secrets do not have a long life.
Cosi 'the presence of the team "scientific" that the USS Fortuna was carrying to a destination "unspecified" had raised the level of "rumors".
Newcomers, however, 'had fraternized with the crew, with the Cadets and the researchers on board, merely to work in the cargo bay to develop the tools of delivery, eating meals at a time reserved in the lunchroom and passing the remaining free time locked in their homes.
only the third night of the voyage Captain Winter was able to exchange a few words in a tone of "informal" with the person responsible for the shipment.
She stood silently, arms folded, to look beyond the panoramic windows of the observation room.
- Captain, let him!
- I do not want to bother you, every time I come here when I want to reflect on its own.
- Gia ', and' very ... quiet ...
Soon after, breaking the awkward silence that had followed the first exchange of words - Dr. Norton, there 's something I can do for you or your team?
- No, 'just limiting the curiosity' crew for another twelve hours.
- Okay, urge 'greater respect for your privacy. - Replica 'in tone piqued Captain Winter.
- I did not mean to be rude captain, but it 's better for everyone, believe me: tomorrow we will arrive at your destination, put into orbit on equipment and facilities and you can resume your regular duties.
- The one thing I would ask. One of his has entered the software that manages the ship's logbooks.
The expression of women is not traditional 'no emotion: - Hmmmm is usually' a procedure that is not detected. But I assure you that it is not sabotage, will simply 'removed any trace of these last three days of travel. And 'the standard ...
- And what about the personal memories, how will you?
The laughter of women is' more 'disturbing amused: - There will be' provided a little blue pill ...
A system without a name, initials of the star catalog NGC 0315A -
USS La Fortuna had entered into orbit around the one standard ternary system of a remote planet.
The world below was a gas giant which reflected the blue light on the band of the main elements that made up the atmosphere, it was probably a tramp space captured by the gravity 'of the main star and that, for a very rare combination, had stabilized in the only Lagrangian point of the system.
The image of huge trees and lightning storms on a global scale, filled the main screen of the dashboard while the calm voice of the captain gave the go- operations: - Start the sequence of release of the buoys. At my signal ... now!
consoles traced the positioning of the series of these satellites as they unfolded in high orbit activating their transponder.
From the hold, the place chosen by the team at the trading desk scientific point came the confirmation that the officer assigned to the operations of the transporter make the next beacon.
- Captain ... - A young ensign interrupted the silence that reigned on the bridge - ... because it 's so many orbital platforms? I mean, if it were a simple planetary surface would be enough coverage for less ... -
Some heads nodded as if to confirm review common. The commanding officer
around 'eyes slowly, as if to consider that no one else could hear his answer: - In fact, their sensors are not pointing toward the planet ... but now no more speculation: we have work to do and perform the first and before we leave from this system! - He added in a low voice - I do not know about you, but this whole thing, this place is sending me the chills ...
In orbit around the planet
The orbital module control consisted of a series of pressurized cylinders with hatches and engaging.
In practice it was a complex structure (laboratory, central command, the core of fusion reactor components housing and central services) that was positioned and joined directly to the predetermined amount.
The difficult part of the operation was this: pick up one by one cylinder out of the hangar on board, using the tractor beam of a shuttle, and then, once in the polar orbit, assemble the complete structure.
latter phase of the operation was performed by members of the team of Dr. Norton who used this for some exoskeletons with small arms and rocket-directional drive systems.
The efficiency of the "supposed" scientists soon had surprised the crew of Fortune: in less than seven hours in the primary structure had been connected and activated. Without delay
members team then began to turn on the system board and transfer material tecnicno and personal effects in less than an hour the lights of the orbital module indicated its full operation '...
USS Fortuna, from the panoramic window of the housing
captain - Captain, I want to thank you and your crew for the assistance and hospitality '. The phrase
ritual, uttered in a tone so 'Formal seem ironic, annoyed' the senior official had invited him to breakfast, Dr. Norton to be able to leave in a manner in harmony with the ancient traditions of the navy which still inspired the Earth Starfleet.
courtesy, but the presumption can be opened although a 'minimum crack in the privacy of women.
The fact is that the table prepared with care, they specially cooked meal, nor the wine reserve captain, had opened a breach in the hard shell of the woman.
- Doctor, I can only wish ... The sound intercom
prevents' a Kalt Winter to end the sentence: - Captain, we have a problem: it should be on the bridge, possibly with its host. Instinctively
the officer and the doctor turned my gaze to the picture window of the dwelling and what 'they saw that fully justified the interruption of their lunch.
few paces separated them in reality 'from the bridge of the ship in the short time the two reached the bridge, on the main screen was already 'showing of a tactical diagram of the system: the three stars (a giant brown and two small red dwarf stars - was a "old"), the gaseous planet and a wide area colored in blue, a large field of 'asteroids.
And it was the latter who, swept away by a sudden tidal gravitational orbit of the planet was about to fall like a tsunami of space dust, debris, ice and gigantic rocks ...
USS Fortuna, dashboard
- How long do we have?
- Minutes! - Said the officer frantically setting calculation instructions to the console - seven, six minutes rather the impact!
- What ... what it 'can does not predict a phenomenon of this magnitude?
The question of the captain expressed some uncertainty 'and mistrust in the work of his men.
- Lord, analysis of data at our disposal it would seem that a sequence of tiny holes in the system appeared to be blacks. - Continuous' the young lieutenant trying to apologize - it was impossible to even imagine such a phenomenon and a meteor shower of this magnitude ... Dr.
intervened: - News of my team?
- They are currently on the orbital module, but we have time to beam aboard the Fortuna and position ourselves on the opposite side of the planet with its mass should provide adequate shielding.
- Cosi 'lose all our equipment! We must remain to protect the instruments!
- Putting pero 'at risk the entire ship and its crew? Doctor, frankly I do not think a viable option ... - Winter is the captain face 'to order the evacuation of the small orbital station control; an order that he could not' never give ...
The coup
- under 'General Starfleet Eighth Directive, at 14.00 today's date, I Admiral Paula Norton, takes command of the USS Fortuna. Helmsman, directing the ship toward the orbital module and alongside the more 'close as possible. Operations officer, emergency early repositioning of buoys already 'dropped! Activate the shields of ship to the maximum extent possible and at the last minute.
astonishment crossed the bridge, all eyes went to the captain Winter by Dr. Norton and again to the doctor and the military ID card that was showing.
- The Eighth ...?
Vulcan was a young cadet to break the impasse in the situation: - Eighth Directive general staff of Starfleet and 'obliged to investigate every case of suspected espionage, sabotage and terrorist act against the Federation and its allies ...
-... in practice - interrupted annoyed the captain - counterintelligence officers have the authority 'to cancel a routine mission and take command. -. A decision was urgent, and immediately knew Kalt ' beyond: - Gentlemen, you heard the Admiral: We have a job to do. - And then turn directly to the top - Lady, will write down 'my objections to his orders in the logbook.
- Do what you like captain, the only thing that matters and 'that from now on, the crew obey me ...
A vessel concealed
directional thrusters USS Fortuna were beginning to show signs of overheating.
for hours in fact kept the vessel in tow and the orbital module, in orbit around the planet.
Surfing the midst of a meteor storm was in fact out of the question if you wanted to save the laboratory and then only the efficiency of shields stood between the death "Stoning" and the lives of the crews.
The team doctor, indeed, the admiral had Norton continued to scan the system for investigating the causes of the phenomenon: - We suspect that a hostile force is experiencing a new type of weapon of planetary destruction, in theory controlled the activation of a number of tiny singularities 'and' able to deform the fabric of space-time and generating a storm of enormous proportions. Look below the planet's atmosphere is as upset by the meteorite impacts and imagine the Earth in its place, or Bajor ...
- Lady, a communication from the orbital laboratory.
- Admiral, here we come! The final mark is still active has just revealed a vessel in concealment in the system.
- Take a vessel in that situation? No defense system would be able to identify all the debris from a ship, let alone hidden!
- I'm sorry captain, but the subject and 'top secret: forget what you heard. - And then turning to the laboratory staff - Prepare to leave your desk. Now, Captain Winter, we will launch the latest probe and 'left in the cargo bay.
- I suspect that is not a peaceful instrument of detection ... do not say anything, Admiral, and also this' top secret ...
Wave return
- "probe" and game en-route!
- We just have to wait ...
- Yes, but what?
- This is aside the pulse sequence of singularities', to stop the car engine generating stellar storms.
- will involve 'a risk to us? Remember that we are in a rather awkward situation.
The woman shrugged and said nothing.
- five seconds of activation, four, three, two ....
- I did not return from the mark detection! No, here ... the singularities' have been annihilated. Admiral, we did it! - The crew of the Fortuna and the team cheered in unison and the voice of Admiral of the work was covered for a few seconds - before vo ... ISOLIT on arrival and a possible tear of the fabric of space time ...
The only possible decision
The battle in the "Bramble" Commander Riker of the Enterprise and the ships of the Son'a matter was now teaching the first year of the Academy, one of the points Key was the fact that a laceration of subspace ISOLIT caused by weapons could be closed with the ignition of the warp core of a starship.
- But between theory and practice ... - I think 'Captain Winter - ... there is' a great distance. Lieutenant, to start the team's transporter from the orbital laboratory. Engine room, the captain here: Get ready to expulsion of the warp core. Helmsman, set a sub-orbital route: put the planet between us and the explosion.
Everyone knew what it meant that order: even if the tear had been sealed and that the ship had survived the explosion, would find themselves suddenly isolated in the system, to tens of light years away from any rescue.
- Captain, will be sure to save us, not 'it? - The voice of the cadet who had betrayed the hope of all.
- I'm afraid not. This time we get away from yourself: I doubt that Starfleet knows our exact location at this time: the standard procedure. I say good admiral?
- Captain, I beg you to accomplish what needs to be done and make arrangements to release the buoys with the records of past events. At this point the important thing 'to have the "Services" the outcome of our "research". For what it's worth the release command of the ship.
- Thanks Admiral. Engine room, lifting the warp core, now! Helmsman, full speed 'on impulse ...
A ship adrift
La Fortuna had survived.
Despite little chance 'to get out, the antiquated ship had not been disintegrated by the immense explosion when matter and antimatter nucleus had come into contact.
now floating in space, navigation lights turned off, no energy, propulsion, life support ...
- Captain, this time, and 'ugly.
The voice of the chief arrived in the ear of the helmet slightly distorted, with tones more 'acute than usual.
- at least hope to reactivate the internal communications?
- No sir, we can only create "radio links" with the transmitters of our helmets. A deep rumbling sound
'on the bridge.
- And this cos' ...
- I would say that we bumped into a debris. Moving
fatigue Kalt Winter reached one of the portholes' and grab 'at the top to see the outside world: so he saw' the source of the noise.
- I'll be ... And 'the wreck of the laboratory.
- The tractor beam was working until the last and we are dragged behind like a dog with the leash ... does not appear in good condition, but '.
- Never say, when there are "services" of the way, surprises are not lacking.
- Gia ', I guess ... watch captain - said the officer who had reached the porthole 'observation - those are not solar panels? Some cells are fused, but those on the starboard side seem intact.
- Commander, find a couple of volunteers: I think it's time for a little excursion spacewalk ... And, Admiral, I would ask you to communicate officially to the emergency and that his men 'over and that I take the command of my ship . From now on we must demonstrate a spirit of sacrifice, adaptability 'and altruism. America will survive!
Space, the final frontier ... The emergency radio beacon
USS Fortuna was picked up by a merchant Tellarites six months later was the great astonishment of the captain and his entire crew when they arrived at a sufficient distance to see with optical sensors, an old ship of the Federation who hobbled to a tenth of speed 'd 'pulse in the middle of nowhere interstellar.
dented hull and toasted some plates missing, visible signs of temporary repairs and certainly not "standard" criteria for Fleet Stellre.
- Hello, and here 'the USS Fortuna, happy to see you.
- Fortuna Um, here the cargo "Last Chance": you need assistance?
- There would be grateful: the subspace radio and 'out of order, we are short of water and food replicators idling. Between us some of the crew went on to sell his mother for a shower, a sandwich with sausage and a coffee 'boiling.
- Received Fortune, we are contacting Starfleet to let you send a rescue ship. In the meantime, get ready to receive a container of food rations and a few extras, with the compliments of the captain.
- With "Last Chance", a round of beer Romulan paid for when we meet again in better times ...
- For our journal, and you can tell us what 'happened?
- Oh! - Winter said the captain, winking to an angry admiral intelligence, surprised in the act of sipping the last drops of the herb boliano - A small setback that sparked a routine cruise. And we solved that with a lucky roll of the dice in a situation not very favorable.
... These are the voyages of the Fortune ...
Friday, May 22, 2009
Dahvie Vanity Gained Weight
New initiative on narrative and Italy WebTrek TuttiScrittori
take this new initiative (which, you see, has much to do with Star Trek) that we are promoting on WebTrek Italy as well as on the community website of TuttiScrittori (http://www.tuttiscrittori.it) to greet the crew of the USS Princess.
Let me hear from time to time!
Kalt 
take this new initiative (which, you see, has much to do with Star Trek) that we are promoting on WebTrek Italy as well as on the community website of TuttiScrittori (http://www.tuttiscrittori.it) to greet the crew of the USS Princess.
Let me hear from time to time!
Kalt
Thursday, April 23, 2009
What Fruit Were Hawaiian Women
roots and earth
a couple of weeks I have a new hobby , required: gardening. I bought a new house and live there less than a month. Now I'm on the ground floor and have two beautiful gardens, one on one side of the house, one on top. The gardener did the work (well, it must be said) was a bit too categorical and 'apocalyptic tone:
- "You wanted the lawn, barbecue, garden gnomes, eh? Sundays with friends? And now labors. The lawn should be cut once a week and fertilized every two months. That is, until May. Then, when it's hot, it should be cut two to three times a week. Do not cut too short. And do not let it grow, if you do not turn yellow. "
At these words, though timidly, I tried to argue at least that I hate garden gnomes. But he was relentless:
- "In the summer, I recommend every two to three days. And remember: I want to work that I do, so do 'I is not know you was yellowed, thinning or balding lawn. All right? "
I think I answered him" sir, yes sir " , As he emerged grinning from my house.
I have the black thumb has always been, ever since, as children, the teachers in elementary we used to put a bean inside the wet towel rolls, they told us to close it in the closet of the class and leave it there in the dark for a weeks, when it would grow roots and the new plan would be ready to be buried. My beans rotted always, without fail. Perhaps because, for fear that during the weeks he missed in the dark water, completely soaked towel rolls. Or maybe because they do not resist to stay seven days without knowing what was happening and I was too early to see what had happened to my beans. Now I have a wonderful lawn
Green, who edited with the application. The minions of the gardener arrived one morning with a truck full of rugs rolled up (at least it seemed) and began to lay them out in my garden, until fully carpeted. They explained that for a couple of weeks I should not have walked on, because the lawn "grows much above the earth, as in" . They told me that I should give time to the roots of lawn innervate the soil of my garden. I was good this time: I did not open the cabinet ahead of time.
We all moved to new house. I thought this morning that we too are putting white roots, hold in our new garden. Although we are painfully finding space in our rooms, our little places in the sun. And as for the beans in Scottex and turf, for the first few weeks we will be sensitive and we will need to let things have time to do their own course.
Each move forced people to move to a small (or big) auto da fe. Arranging my things, I opened boxes that had remained closed ever since I left my parents' house. At that time, I chose to bring with me my past, like a snail moves below its spiral, or tenendomelo behind, without ever looking at him. This time, I wanted instead to see what it was now time to part and to my pleasant surprise, I was able to get rid of almost half of the statues that I wanted to keep.
Even more, I was rather surprised by what I dearly wanted to keep with me. I found, for example, an incredible amount of letters. I have received many, hundreds, some of them full of wonderful words. In re-reading, after so long, I felt a sense of unease. The question that I made while I dive back into people, situations, and emotions that are out of date, is far "I'll have been able to match all the affection, all the love that's in it for me ? .
For example, I found the letters of my girlfriend of the sea, when we had ten, twelve, maybe thirteen. It was one of my friends of summer July. Each year, his family was from Naples and was the entire month to rent a house close to where I spent the whole first twenty summers of my life. Well, for all the years when we attended, the holidays ended and all returned home, I wrote from September (when you rearrange in "winter") to December (the inevitable Christmas card) of tender letters, full only daily life, school problems, friends envious of cute kids. The words oozed just want to meet the following year. I found
letters from children who wrote to me once back in their cities, after spending several weeks in the holiday village where I was a musician. Some of them have really excited me: virtually none of those children remember the name nor the face and almost everyone, however, only asked me not to forget about them. I wrote a lot of anecdotes and reporting details of the week in which they were in the village, to be sure that I could not confuse them with other children. Almost all put in the envelope a portrait drawing that had me and they greet us at the time of their departure.
do not know if I've really earned much affection. I was definitely not up to it. Inhabited by a sense of inadequacy, I carefully sorted all the words that I have been given away, store away, because it is not damaged, in transparent plastic bags. I then put in a cardboard box, very nice, which is entirely decorated with musical staves, thick with notes and rests.
E, cowardly, I buried again in the basement, away from my eyes and my heart.
- "You wanted the lawn, barbecue, garden gnomes, eh? Sundays with friends? And now labors. The lawn should be cut once a week and fertilized every two months. That is, until May. Then, when it's hot, it should be cut two to three times a week. Do not cut too short. And do not let it grow, if you do not turn yellow. "
At these words, though timidly, I tried to argue at least that I hate garden gnomes. But he was relentless:
- "In the summer, I recommend every two to three days. And remember: I want to work that I do, so do 'I is not know you was yellowed, thinning or balding lawn. All right? "
I think I answered him" sir, yes sir " , As he emerged grinning from my house.
I have the black thumb has always been, ever since, as children, the teachers in elementary we used to put a bean inside the wet towel rolls, they told us to close it in the closet of the class and leave it there in the dark for a weeks, when it would grow roots and the new plan would be ready to be buried. My beans rotted always, without fail. Perhaps because, for fear that during the weeks he missed in the dark water, completely soaked towel rolls. Or maybe because they do not resist to stay seven days without knowing what was happening and I was too early to see what had happened to my beans. Now I have a wonderful lawn
Green, who edited with the application. The minions of the gardener arrived one morning with a truck full of rugs rolled up (at least it seemed) and began to lay them out in my garden, until fully carpeted. They explained that for a couple of weeks I should not have walked on, because the lawn "grows much above the earth, as in" . They told me that I should give time to the roots of lawn innervate the soil of my garden. I was good this time: I did not open the cabinet ahead of time.
We all moved to new house. I thought this morning that we too are putting white roots, hold in our new garden. Although we are painfully finding space in our rooms, our little places in the sun. And as for the beans in Scottex and turf, for the first few weeks we will be sensitive and we will need to let things have time to do their own course.
Each move forced people to move to a small (or big) auto da fe. Arranging my things, I opened boxes that had remained closed ever since I left my parents' house. At that time, I chose to bring with me my past, like a snail moves below its spiral, or tenendomelo behind, without ever looking at him. This time, I wanted instead to see what it was now time to part and to my pleasant surprise, I was able to get rid of almost half of the statues that I wanted to keep.
Even more, I was rather surprised by what I dearly wanted to keep with me. I found, for example, an incredible amount of letters. I have received many, hundreds, some of them full of wonderful words. In re-reading, after so long, I felt a sense of unease. The question that I made while I dive back into people, situations, and emotions that are out of date, is far "I'll have been able to match all the affection, all the love that's in it for me ? .
For example, I found the letters of my girlfriend of the sea, when we had ten, twelve, maybe thirteen. It was one of my friends of summer July. Each year, his family was from Naples and was the entire month to rent a house close to where I spent the whole first twenty summers of my life. Well, for all the years when we attended, the holidays ended and all returned home, I wrote from September (when you rearrange in "winter") to December (the inevitable Christmas card) of tender letters, full only daily life, school problems, friends envious of cute kids. The words oozed just want to meet the following year. I found
letters from children who wrote to me once back in their cities, after spending several weeks in the holiday village where I was a musician. Some of them have really excited me: virtually none of those children remember the name nor the face and almost everyone, however, only asked me not to forget about them. I wrote a lot of anecdotes and reporting details of the week in which they were in the village, to be sure that I could not confuse them with other children. Almost all put in the envelope a portrait drawing that had me and they greet us at the time of their departure.
do not know if I've really earned much affection. I was definitely not up to it. Inhabited by a sense of inadequacy, I carefully sorted all the words that I have been given away, store away, because it is not damaged, in transparent plastic bags. I then put in a cardboard box, very nice, which is entirely decorated with musical staves, thick with notes and rests.
E, cowardly, I buried again in the basement, away from my eyes and my heart.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Play Pokemon Heart Gold With Desmume
Happy Birthday
Hello everyone, this is not a song, it's only because icq reminded me one thing: on March 26th is the birthday of our Mirko, and since I already know that probably tomorrow and the day after will not be able to login, I already do their best wishes to our good doctor. Mirko
A big kiss, a hundred of these days and, if possible, even more. 
Hello everyone, this is not a song, it's only because icq reminded me one thing: on March 26th is the birthday of our Mirko, and since I already know that probably tomorrow and the day after will not be able to login, I already do their best wishes to our good doctor. Mirko
A big kiss, a hundred of these days and, if possible, even more.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Who Is Private School Jewel?
Simplement Parfaite
Even today, as every day, the pencil has painted my eye. A black line, material, makes it fat, by contrast, brighter and my eyes, flying towards the temples, can suggest the most exotic, mysterious and secret. Moreover, in recent years the mirror told me every morning to be just that: a Queen Nefer. So do the words, hands and eyes of Frederick in the office every day. And before him, those of Mark and the University of Alexander High School.
are each twenty-five years ago the world knows that you need to know about me using a pencil. I now secure and automatic gestures: a hand stretches the eyelid and the other defines the forms, covering all small, imperceptible irregularity of my lineaments. Along with the outline of my eyes, drawing even my confidence, my strength, my courage. Thus, any loop in which creeping my soft parts is covered by a uniform treatment. Every morning I give a fillip to Pirandello and show that the I see that others agree to make all the other me.
I would not be able to leave the house without that strong mark, dark, brand equity, which in my eyes. Yet, just turned forty, I am ashamed of this weakness that wants to cancel each other. I would scream at all the anger I have for a loneliness that do not deserve, I want to openly give me the fragility of happiness, I must avenge the humiliation of having to be beautiful, desirable and inaccessible.
are each twenty-five years ago the world knows that you need to know about me using a pencil. I now secure and automatic gestures: a hand stretches the eyelid and the other defines the forms, covering all small, imperceptible irregularity of my lineaments. Along with the outline of my eyes, drawing even my confidence, my strength, my courage. Thus, any loop in which creeping my soft parts is covered by a uniform treatment. Every morning I give a fillip to Pirandello and show that the I see that others agree to make all the other me.
I would not be able to leave the house without that strong mark, dark, brand equity, which in my eyes. Yet, just turned forty, I am ashamed of this weakness that wants to cancel each other. I would scream at all the anger I have for a loneliness that do not deserve, I want to openly give me the fragility of happiness, I must avenge the humiliation of having to be beautiful, desirable and inaccessible.
I would cry every day for the son I never did.
last look in the mirror before leaving home.
Simply perfect.
last look in the mirror before leaving home.
Simply perfect.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Télécharger Des Cheat Sur Gpsphone
Third consciousness
All that the man saw was a white dot, far away, in the middle of an endless black sea. In absolute silence, forcing himself to fix that one difference, that one sign. Over his gaze focused on the small patch of light, almost wanting to nail down, the more it seemed to dance, sinuously foolish attempt to flee from that domain. Indeed, ironically, the bullet seemed to pulsate, its boundaries bleed, boldly expressing their free will. The man could not tell where he was, or how it got there. To feel muffled, as if his conscience was entirely wrapped in a fluffy cotton which makes it difficult to be a perception, and reasoning. He could only put thoughts in a row elementary, but fail to establish any logical connection between them: "My throat is dry on the palate ... Feel how abrade the back of the tongue papillae in the saliva very bitter ... I ... My blood pulses to temples and wrists ... ".
With eyes still following the dot, which now seemed larger and closer. He had a desire to stretch his hand towards the wavering light speckle, to measure the physical distance that separated him from it. The brain had transmitted a nerve impulse, he was sure, because the shoulder was slightly jumped, but the limb, stubborn, remained motionless, parallel to the body. Surprised, he realized he could not see his arm, because she realized she was lying on his back. "And then" - you said - "dark."
He tried to move the fingers of the hand and sent pulses to the thumb, little finger and then all the fingers together. He could not say if he had moved one, two or all. He did not know which corresponded to feel certain of having moved the fingers of the hand. Did not even know if he had a hand. The weak statements that his brain was sending were lost somewhere in the middle, without the strength to get there. His mouth drew a faint smile.
back to concentrating on the dot, even on what was now a large luminous disc a few inches from his face. He tried to look for his reflection on the white surface. He saw, however, only light. He felt the ache optic nerve, physically affected by the glare is too intense. He felt the pain ascend in his head, very strong, which had never experienced in his life. He clenched his teeth to break and felt the hot liquid uscirgli ears. He was in his nostrils the smell of roses. Then just
With eyes still following the dot, which now seemed larger and closer. He had a desire to stretch his hand towards the wavering light speckle, to measure the physical distance that separated him from it. The brain had transmitted a nerve impulse, he was sure, because the shoulder was slightly jumped, but the limb, stubborn, remained motionless, parallel to the body. Surprised, he realized he could not see his arm, because she realized she was lying on his back. "And then" - you said - "dark."
He tried to move the fingers of the hand and sent pulses to the thumb, little finger and then all the fingers together. He could not say if he had moved one, two or all. He did not know which corresponded to feel certain of having moved the fingers of the hand. Did not even know if he had a hand. The weak statements that his brain was sending were lost somewhere in the middle, without the strength to get there. His mouth drew a faint smile.
back to concentrating on the dot, even on what was now a large luminous disc a few inches from his face. He tried to look for his reflection on the white surface. He saw, however, only light. He felt the ache optic nerve, physically affected by the glare is too intense. He felt the pain ascend in his head, very strong, which had never experienced in his life. He clenched his teeth to break and felt the hot liquid uscirgli ears. He was in his nostrils the smell of roses. Then just
.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Funbrain-pop Tropical
game narrative and on WebTrek Italy TuttiScrittori
I must point out an initiative, I think fun, organized by WebTrek Italy (which I suppose you know very well) and TuttiScrittori, a site dedicated to fiction.
The challenge and 'tell a planet invisible "(inspired by the beautiful book by Italo Calvino," Cities' invisible') in less than 300 words. The best stories
arriving Blog TuttiScrittori will then be published in a special Atlas of the Invisible Planets.
short, it is "an exploration of the imagination through the galaxy, nebulae along metaphorical and remote systems in space and time."
Fascinating, most would say 'a friend of ours :-)
Get down!
Kalt 
I must point out an initiative, I think fun, organized by WebTrek Italy (which I suppose you know very well) and TuttiScrittori, a site dedicated to fiction.
The challenge and 'tell a planet invisible "(inspired by the beautiful book by Italo Calvino," Cities' invisible') in less than 300 words. The best stories
arriving Blog TuttiScrittori will then be published in a special Atlas of the Invisible Planets.
short, it is "an exploration of the imagination through the galaxy, nebulae along metaphorical and remote systems in space and time."
Fascinating, most would say 'a friend of ours :-)
Get down!
Kalt
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