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Of course Bruno was not easily cowed or dispatched - these recriminatory thoughts ranged quickly across his mind as Tom slammed the door in Bruno's face. He would later regret this show of emotion.
Bruna wasn't able for the moment to pick up his crown. But would leave it to Tom. Humans were so volatile. Bruno's antenna picked up a myriad of conflicting emotions from Tom. He had to become more cognizant of the minefield of emotions he had to pass through. Tom was incredibly smart. After all, it was his construction and activation of a stellar gateway that had freed Bruno from the vagaries of the neutron star approaching the hive planet. Since his former agreement with one's fellow inhabitants was effortless, this experience with Tom took a while to wrap his antennae around. And all he did was suggest less salt in his eggs. Of course he was no amateur master chef like Tom. Still, Bruno said to himself, I should not have thrown up.
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"Have camera will travel," the ad said. I am young, 27, adventurous and educated. Looking for people doing interesting stuff that I can document with the plan of publishing the photos in journalists magazines or in a book. I have experience in safaris and trekking in Nepal and Borneo.
The Captain of the Zephyr, a lovely new yacht bought by a millionaire for his son, was ready to sail. He needed more crew members. They were headed for Hawaii from San Francisco - then planned to venture on towards Polynesia and Easter Island. The millionaire's son was flying out to Hawaii to meet the yacht there. His name was Richard Helms and he was bringing his lady friend Mrs. Hazeltine, an oceanographer, and Dirk, his best friend from college, a biologist. They were all excited about this trip.
They met the photographer and signed him on board as the other crew members worked feverishly to ready the yacht. It gleamed with polish and the beauty of the ship made all eyes at the harbor turn toward the boat with envy and admiration. As the photo journalist clicked away and Richard, Dirk and Ms. Hazeltine looked on, the boat began rapidly to sink. The crew did everything they could but it was not possible to save the vessel.
It was impossible that a new boat would suddenly sink like that. The crew swam to the dock. What happened? They would have to bring up the boat and check for the problem. After that. they found out the photographer had left the ports open.
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"She leaned close to the
intercom and said “Thank you for your order.”
by RC
Tobias was not your
average Olympic athelete (if there is even an average in this field); he always
went way, way overboard. This had been his proclivity for his entire life. When
he was only three, he had jumped into a swimming pool, although why his mother
had allowed him to wander close to it was never known, and to everyone’s
amazement he had immediately started swimming. Some said that he was probably a
great swimmer in his past life, others that he was merely a child prodigy—one
in a million who come along now and then.
When he was six, Tobias
had climbed a very high tree which grew beside an abandoned coal pit that had
filled in with water and was probably about fifty feet or more deep. Yes, you
guessed it, he jumped in. It was probably to no one’s surprise that when Tobias
was fourteen he decided to be an olympic diver and swimmer both. He did well,
entering his first Olympics at age sixteen and breaking the world’s record for
the number of gold medals in swimming and diving.
However, when he was
twenty-three and wanted to go to New York and try something totally unheard
of, his family balked. The police in
N.Y. balked. The news media balked. But Tobias walked. It so happened that
Tobias was always hungry after his diving or swimming escapades, so he brought
his cell phone with him to the top floor. There was a fast food outlet on the
street level, and Tobias ordered their burger and fries combo using his cell
phone.
Tobias was not
crazy—quite. He had placed a portable pool on the sidewalk. He simply ordered
and jumped. He did not hear the girl at the burger place respond. She leaned
close to the intercom and said “Thank you for your order.”
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By CC
Aloysius and Martin were the first clones that Henry P.
Walford made in his basement, and they never stopped
berating him for his errors. “That cretin Walford,” Martin would shout. “Merging
human DNA with his Shar Pei’s!”
But what was done, was done, and the twins, such as they
thought of themselves, got on with life. Aloysius decided to grow a moustache
and wear a beret to distinguish himself from Martin, who was decidedly
uninterested in self-adornment.
Martin also was a foodie, who constantly whined to Henry
until he was served plates of Bruschetta with tomato and basil, whereas
Aloysius ate pizza until it was coming out of his ears.
One day the twins decided to take a walk. They nudged open
the front door and went to the gate. Martin stood on his hind legs and worked
the catch with his teeth until it opened. They trotted down to the corner store
and stood outside, looking through the window glass, until the Barney White,
the proprietor, opened the door. “Oh, it’s you two,” he said, letting them in. “Yes,
Martin, your cheroots finally came in,” he said, walking back towards the
counter.
“Could you light one for me?” asked Martin, which was part
of the ritual he enjoyed with Barney on afternoons like this. Aloysius just
rooted around in the candy stack until he found the Almond Joys. Later, after
Martin’s breath had cleared, they went home again.
