Parents: The Future Cop
“What did you do this week? Are you eating well? How is that friend of yours, Jack, right? Have you met anyone nice? What about that British girl you talked about? Are you feeling OK? Please tell me you weren’t involved in that big mess in Baltimore last week!” Dexter looked up from the pudgy bowl of cereal he had in front of him. Across the kitchen table sat his mother, carefully drinking her morning tea, and his father, eating scrambled eggs with one hand because his other was holding the paper. Being a Protector is hard enough. It wasn’t extra easy when you were fresh out of college and when things, under your supervision, tended to spiral madly out of control. The Protectors at least, gave him some slack. They were sort of a rough attachment to the International Police Group and so gave their operatives quite a free hand. They usually backed you up completely if you got the job done, no one was killed and not a lot of damage was done.
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לא רוקדים יותר
בעיקר בגלל שאין קבוצת מתחילים. לשיעור האחרון הגיעו שלושה אנשים כולל אותי. דבר ראשון זה היה משעשע שבשיעור הראשון הייתי אחד משני בנים מול שמונה בנות ולאחרון הגיעו רק בנים. אבל מכיוון שיש כל כך מעט במתחילים, החליטו לבטל את הקבוצה הזאת ומי שרוצה שיבוא למתקדמים. בגלל זה, בשיעור האחרון עבדו על ריקוד מורכב יותר שהגיע מקבוצת המתקדמים של לפני שבוע שאליה לא הלכתי. לא צריך להרחיב יותר מזה שפשוט לא הצלחתי לעשות את זה. לא עמדתי בקצב. אז אני לא מסוגל לעמוד בדרישות. המדריכה רוצה יותר זמן מכמה שאני מוכן להשקיע ברגע זה אז אני פורש. חבל. לא נורא. אולי נלמד לנגן על גיטרה…
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סיבוב שני
אתמול היה שיעור הריקוד השני. למדנו עוד כמה צעדים. איך שזה עובד זה שהמדריכה מלמדת אותנו את הצעדים של הריקוד שהיא יצרה בשביל שיר מסוים, לאט לאט ובזהירות. אתמול למדנו, במשך שעה, קצת פחות מה-20 שניות הראשונות. אבל זה בסדר. לומדים כמו שלומדים קאטה. מסבירים, עושים אותה ואז משתפרים. עכשיו רק נותרה השאלה: איך ללמוד לרקוד משתלב עם ללמוד אומנות לחימה?
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*Dancing*
I know how to get from point A to point B And I know how to get there faster I can do it on one wheel, two wheels or more I can do it when B is underwater I can get to point B unseen, silently And when A is many thousand feet higher I can go back and forth, side to side and return All the way and then back to the starter I can reach point B if it’s struggling against me I know what I need to subdue it I can stun it, shock it, disable or kill it I can also leave it there and be done with I can get to point B if it’s moving itself I can grab it, put it down and remind it That space-time is my own, mine to control And you, point, are just living inside it I can travel where light is strained to its limit That, and a Planck magnitude slower I can hop through dimensions, infinity and beyond I can do that and be back home for supper I can explore in many directions at once I don’t let laws of physics constrain me I can take you with me, this is your chance But that’s not why I tell you my story Why don’t you teach me… A new way to move?
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Lahav 1.0b1
הסיפור הראשון של להב, Finite Innocence, הגיע לטיוטה ראשונה. האם יש מתנדבים בקהל? ג.נ. הסיפור הוא באנגלית גבוהה/פאנקית/נוארית ואורכו מזנב את ה-11,000 מילים.
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אני אוהב להתקין דברים ישנים
כמו להתקין חלונות XP. זה בערך מה שהספקתי לקרוא: “I am now checking your discs. This might take several moments depending on the size of your–Done!”
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The Modern Ronin: Perverse
Every human being comes, at one time or another, to a point where he says: “That there is it. That is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen. If I live until forever runs out, I’ll never catch a glimpse of something more gut-wrenching than this.” Most of those people will turn back and be right in their assumption but some push on and find that point again, and again and again. They’ll find that there is no end to human perversity. I mean, if you go to all the wrong places you can find anything from people fucking horses or the other way around to little girls forced to give it to their daddies in the rear. If you can think about it, someone probably already digitized and uploaded it. If you’re unlucky, you might also find a RealSense recording some really sick bastard made. When I saw her, in the back of that warehouse, riding that chained up man like he was her sweet 16 birthday pony and she was a jack hammer on full auto, I knew I’ve reached one of my points. I probably had to be front row and center in a necro-pedophiliac convention to top that scar on the visual cortex. It wasn’t that out of the ordinary to see a man and a woman enjoying some rough sex. But the added info behind the job really turned that nausea dial all the way up to 12. She wasn’t really a woman but a Continue Reading →
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