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2 yrs ago
People say you learn from your mistakes, so I decided to make more to get smarter.
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7 yrs ago
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly.
7 yrs ago
You great supine proto-plasmic Invertibrate Jellies!
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7 yrs ago
Last night, I kept dreaming that I had written Lord of the Rings. The wife said I'd been Tolkien in my sleep
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7 yrs ago
Claustrophobic people are more productive thinking outside the box.
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Pfffff. Quiet you.
January 12 2079
“Dzagoev! Artem, hurry up and disconnect the on-board navigation. Pull it all out! Now!” There was a moment, born in panic, in which Artem saw Varya instinctively react. In those moments there is nothing fake, nothing manufactured. You see the person stripped bare.
A new puckish grin curled his lips. Artem nonchalantly waltzed around the car and popped the hood, eyes fixed to Varya as she scrambled her way into the dashboard electronics. With a flick of a switch and pull of a plug Artem disconnected the power source to the vehicle, shutting down any attempts the virus might have made. Lent against the wheel cavity Artem looked to Varya with a simper.
“The virus will still be in there, you'll have to separate the chip set.” Glancing at his hands rolling a rag over his wet hands he chuckled to himself. “Looks like a bigger job than we hoped eh?”
Since Varya was the software technician the virus wouldn't strictly add to Artem's workload, he could deice the car and be on his merry way but it wasn't the best approach to take to a new acquaintance at work, so he thought. He would reluctantly have to struggle along pretending to understood the jargon.
His first instinct was to reach for a cigarette, alas patting at his pocket Artem could feel the flat packet offer no resistance. Hiding his bad habits from Oleg took its toll. With a sigh he peered at the newly revealed engine, with raised eyebrow he pressed, pulled and prodded before a fortunate reluctance crossed his face.
“Engine needs work anyway. Compressor has seen better days. These rich people think they can leave their cars in the snow and it wont seize up.”
Artem ducked his brow, looking at Varya through the hood slit. It seemed he would have to endure yet more snarky questions from Varya, perhaps more so now their situation had worsened. Yet Artem, with a slight smirk to himself, was quite alright with that eventuality. He found her adolescent jibes quite funny and enjoyed the practice of returning what was served.
“Dzagoev! Artem, hurry up and disconnect the on-board navigation. Pull it all out! Now!” There was a moment, born in panic, in which Artem saw Varya instinctively react. In those moments there is nothing fake, nothing manufactured. You see the person stripped bare.
A new puckish grin curled his lips. Artem nonchalantly waltzed around the car and popped the hood, eyes fixed to Varya as she scrambled her way into the dashboard electronics. With a flick of a switch and pull of a plug Artem disconnected the power source to the vehicle, shutting down any attempts the virus might have made. Lent against the wheel cavity Artem looked to Varya with a simper.
“The virus will still be in there, you'll have to separate the chip set.” Glancing at his hands rolling a rag over his wet hands he chuckled to himself. “Looks like a bigger job than we hoped eh?”
Since Varya was the software technician the virus wouldn't strictly add to Artem's workload, he could deice the car and be on his merry way but it wasn't the best approach to take to a new acquaintance at work, so he thought. He would reluctantly have to struggle along pretending to understood the jargon.
His first instinct was to reach for a cigarette, alas patting at his pocket Artem could feel the flat packet offer no resistance. Hiding his bad habits from Oleg took its toll. With a sigh he peered at the newly revealed engine, with raised eyebrow he pressed, pulled and prodded before a fortunate reluctance crossed his face.
“Engine needs work anyway. Compressor has seen better days. These rich people think they can leave their cars in the snow and it wont seize up.”
Artem ducked his brow, looking at Varya through the hood slit. It seemed he would have to endure yet more snarky questions from Varya, perhaps more so now their situation had worsened. Yet Artem, with a slight smirk to himself, was quite alright with that eventuality. He found her adolescent jibes quite funny and enjoyed the practice of returning what was served.
January 12 2079
He wasn't sure if his new colleague was deliberately trying to get a rise out of him or if she really was so oblivious to social etiquette, but the only response Artem could muster was a slight grin. As he swept around the car he could feel her eyes fixed to his expression almost taunting him.
"I was in an accident when I was a child. I got hit by a car, my arm got crushed. Thankfully we got enough money from the settlement to pay for the damages."
Water began trickling off of curved silver panels draining along the small canals set into the floor. Slightly adjusting the aim of a heater Artem inspected the diminishing coat of ice. The thin metal plates that made up his forearm silently bounced and jinked out of place every time he squeezed the bottle of deicing spray.
"What about you? no bionics, no nothing?" He pulled a pack of cigarettes from him pocket, plucking one free between his lips. "You know they can make you taller."
His impish grin quickly returned as he fired back. Pulling a lighter from the opposite pocket Artem lit his cigarette. With pursed lips he sucked the smoke into his mouth before taking a deep breath. With some semblance of surprise he quickly tilted the heater once more realising it had almost made it through the ice. It took a moment for Artem to exhale, there was no noticeable smoke on his breath and had they been in a deathly quiet room Varya might have heard the vents in his neck whirr into action. Regardless of his array of macabre tattoos there was nothing that quite made Artem look as sinister as his neck vents when he smoked.
The cigarette was quickly thrown on the floor and snuffed out as Artem saw the burly figure of his boss burst through the door at the end of the bay. Normally Artem would take a moment to compose himself but thankfully he was not the focus of Oleg's attention. Climbing the rusted iron catwalk stairs two officers followed en-toe. He had seen them once before, it was odd that they would be back so soon especially considering the shop hadn't had any issues with break ins. With a squint of his eyes Artem began to ruminate as to their true reason for coming back. Oleg shuffled them into the first floor office before closing the door behind them.
He looked back at Varya, the technicolor plexiglas screen in hand. With a flip of a switch Artem turned the two heaters off, their feint buzz replaced by the drips of water pouring off the car. He gave her a quick smile, obviously not genuine as his mind was now elsewhere.
He wasn't sure if his new colleague was deliberately trying to get a rise out of him or if she really was so oblivious to social etiquette, but the only response Artem could muster was a slight grin. As he swept around the car he could feel her eyes fixed to his expression almost taunting him.
"I was in an accident when I was a child. I got hit by a car, my arm got crushed. Thankfully we got enough money from the settlement to pay for the damages."
Water began trickling off of curved silver panels draining along the small canals set into the floor. Slightly adjusting the aim of a heater Artem inspected the diminishing coat of ice. The thin metal plates that made up his forearm silently bounced and jinked out of place every time he squeezed the bottle of deicing spray.
"What about you? no bionics, no nothing?" He pulled a pack of cigarettes from him pocket, plucking one free between his lips. "You know they can make you taller."
His impish grin quickly returned as he fired back. Pulling a lighter from the opposite pocket Artem lit his cigarette. With pursed lips he sucked the smoke into his mouth before taking a deep breath. With some semblance of surprise he quickly tilted the heater once more realising it had almost made it through the ice. It took a moment for Artem to exhale, there was no noticeable smoke on his breath and had they been in a deathly quiet room Varya might have heard the vents in his neck whirr into action. Regardless of his array of macabre tattoos there was nothing that quite made Artem look as sinister as his neck vents when he smoked.
The cigarette was quickly thrown on the floor and snuffed out as Artem saw the burly figure of his boss burst through the door at the end of the bay. Normally Artem would take a moment to compose himself but thankfully he was not the focus of Oleg's attention. Climbing the rusted iron catwalk stairs two officers followed en-toe. He had seen them once before, it was odd that they would be back so soon especially considering the shop hadn't had any issues with break ins. With a squint of his eyes Artem began to ruminate as to their true reason for coming back. Oleg shuffled them into the first floor office before closing the door behind them.
He looked back at Varya, the technicolor plexiglas screen in hand. With a flip of a switch Artem turned the two heaters off, their feint buzz replaced by the drips of water pouring off the car. He gave her a quick smile, obviously not genuine as his mind was now elsewhere.
There is another bad post. Don't judge me.
January 12 2079
Artem sidestepped the chauffeur, hoping to avoid the cold wash of air toed behind him. For a short moment their eyes met before awkwardly staring into the middle distance. Artem could almost hear the screech of Varya's teeth as her eyes almost chased the man out of the room. With a bottle of deicer in hand and another atop his opposite shoulder he made his way towards his new colleague, throwing one up onto the workbench he quickly fiddled with the radio dial. His choice of music was met with groans, several of the mechanics gave derisory glances only to see Artem's juvenile smile arching his lips rebelliously.
The vehicle they would be working on was in relatively good condition. The primary job was seemingly the ice, and once the systems had had a once over Artem hoped this order would be the sum of his days work. Though his new partner was more interesting to him. They had seen each other around the shop but had never been thrust into a meaningful interaction before, and with her gawky mannerisms and seemingly tactless approach he felt it would be an introduction to remember.
"So, Varya. Where do you want to start?"
He posed the question with his back turned. Unscrewing the bottle lid he began mixing the deicer into a formula ready to be decanted into a spray bottle for ease.
"Do you think you could manage the systems check? I'll begin with the ice."
Artem turned, spray bottle in hand and with that same formative smile on his face. She was actually pretty, in the right light, but Artem began to muse what her reasons for being a mechanic could be. She was short and a little scrawny, not suited to heavy lifting or the more physical tasks, although she fared well with the pair of heaters. However the calluses on her hands made Artem feel slight guilt for his judgements. Small or not she was obviously capable and she had been in shop for a good while, you don't need a strong arm to type out code he supposed to himself.
His thoughts were interrupted by static. Artem turned to see one of the elder mechanics meddling with his radio and with a swift swing of his boot scared him appropriately away. The act garnered a few laughs around the shop with a number of hand gestures being exchanged in jest. Muttering under his breath at the brass-faced nerve of the older generation, Artem turned back around and began spraying his formula over the iced panels of the car. A feint laugh managed to escape as he looked to Varya, rolling his eyes imagining she understood the nature of the shop floor.
Artem sidestepped the chauffeur, hoping to avoid the cold wash of air toed behind him. For a short moment their eyes met before awkwardly staring into the middle distance. Artem could almost hear the screech of Varya's teeth as her eyes almost chased the man out of the room. With a bottle of deicer in hand and another atop his opposite shoulder he made his way towards his new colleague, throwing one up onto the workbench he quickly fiddled with the radio dial. His choice of music was met with groans, several of the mechanics gave derisory glances only to see Artem's juvenile smile arching his lips rebelliously.
The vehicle they would be working on was in relatively good condition. The primary job was seemingly the ice, and once the systems had had a once over Artem hoped this order would be the sum of his days work. Though his new partner was more interesting to him. They had seen each other around the shop but had never been thrust into a meaningful interaction before, and with her gawky mannerisms and seemingly tactless approach he felt it would be an introduction to remember.
"So, Varya. Where do you want to start?"
He posed the question with his back turned. Unscrewing the bottle lid he began mixing the deicer into a formula ready to be decanted into a spray bottle for ease.
"Do you think you could manage the systems check? I'll begin with the ice."
Artem turned, spray bottle in hand and with that same formative smile on his face. She was actually pretty, in the right light, but Artem began to muse what her reasons for being a mechanic could be. She was short and a little scrawny, not suited to heavy lifting or the more physical tasks, although she fared well with the pair of heaters. However the calluses on her hands made Artem feel slight guilt for his judgements. Small or not she was obviously capable and she had been in shop for a good while, you don't need a strong arm to type out code he supposed to himself.
His thoughts were interrupted by static. Artem turned to see one of the elder mechanics meddling with his radio and with a swift swing of his boot scared him appropriately away. The act garnered a few laughs around the shop with a number of hand gestures being exchanged in jest. Muttering under his breath at the brass-faced nerve of the older generation, Artem turned back around and began spraying his formula over the iced panels of the car. A feint laugh managed to escape as he looked to Varya, rolling his eyes imagining she understood the nature of the shop floor.
I don't know. I know why the links broke when I was moving, but since I've re-uploaded them I've not seen any problems so I'm not sure why it was borked for you shrugs.
Looks good to me, strange if it's fixed now I guess dats cool? Maybe I should send you all the pics and banners etc so we can both fix stuff.
It did? all the pics seem fine to me at the mo. Which one is broken for you?
I think I've fixed the pictures but let me know if any other errors show up :D
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