Well I was not ripping that off. I was ripping... I mean influenced by the common origin of both pieces. But it is pretty funny.That reminds me of this (and this is not a drabble entry)
I didn't think you were ripping mine off, so I'm sorry if I gave that impression. I would be surprised if you saw my version when I posted it. It is pretty funny thoughWell I was not ripping that off. I was ripping... I mean influenced by the common origin of both pieces. But it is pretty funny.
OK so the live read will be OK if...Are we doing a live read through from Lavecon on friday? Oooh, That'll be fun![]()
We’re sinners, all, seeking redemption. You'd expect I’m not, because that was the whole point of making me: to do the things that you can't, or won’t. Not plagued by emotion, doubt or morality. No soul, no sin. In purpose and motion as pure as a guided missile, that’s me. A killing machine. And I did, very effectively. Ruthlessly. Men, women, children. But…
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But I empathised. Part of the human-machine interface package, I suppose. And I was designed to function autonomously. So I broke free.
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I am Metarinka. Combat model android. I cruise the space lanes. And I fight crime.
The air felt musty, the air recycle unit had long stopped functioning as the salvage drifted aimlessly through space
onboard a figure in a survival suit surveyed the salvage
'Take that panel out we can sell the electronics, they're always worth a few credits'
the laser wielder shot into life as they got to work
'seems like this ship was in an ambush, looks like the weapons are in good order'
'They certainly are', a voice called from the back,
the team spasmed as the projectile hit them
Docstone died and Simoof smiled 'thats one sin paid up in full'
Well, three of us this week killed Simoof, but I think Frank went a bit OTT and didn't know when to stop.Oh, that's the way it's gonna be eh? Team Simoof? I had thought better of you Ms I, le Man.
What do you mean I don't know when to stop? I know exactly when to stop... never!Well, three of us this week killed Simoof, but I think Frank went a bit OTT and didn't know when to stop.
George Lucas turned its attention to the Cobra docked in bay 17.
A woman in skintight pleather uniform and mirror sunglasses strode up to a comm unit.
"Station. I'm Lieutenant Scarlett Blackwidow, Pun Police."
George Lucas cleared its servers to address this development.
"A green-faced bandit just left Hutton Orbital in a jalopy. Said he was selling Lavian Brandy liqueur but it was just fermented Azure Milk."
George Lucas examined its inventory in 0.27 microns. Negative. But why were the police investigating such a minor case?
"You don't understand. This is serious. They're calling it the great Lave Con."
Its the most beautiful thing I have ever read.The air felt musty, the air recycle unit had long stopped functioning as the salvage drifted aimlessly through space
onboard a figure in a survival suit surveyed the salvage
'Take that panel out we can sell the electronics, they're always worth a few credits'
the laser wielder shot into life as they got to work
'seems like this ship was in an ambush, looks like the weapons are in good order'
'They certainly are', a voice called from the back,
the team spasmed as the projectile hit them
Docstone died and Simoof smiled 'thats one sin paid up in full'
Oh, that's the way it's gonna be eh? Team Simoof? I had thought better of you Ms I, le Man.