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Chapter 2--Ketmos"You cried?" Ketmos exclaimed.
Ketmos's full range of facial expressions consisted of a bored frown, an occasional sneer, and perhaps an exasperated glare. An incredulous sneer-frown was a new record for Reimos.
"Why should we be concerned if they seek to find meaning in their pathetic lives?" Ketmos scoffed. They are mortal. Mortality is misery. And so they seek to make their lives mean something more. They build, and we destroy. It is our lot in life. It is nature."
Back to the normal sneer.
"What's gotten into you, Sister?" she patiently sighed.
Reimos regretted telling her sister about her sudden loss of nerve. Weakness was a thing her kind rarely, if ever, displayed.
"I don't know," Reimos responded. "I just something was Ketmos what are we doing?"
"Existing," Ketmos said nonchalantly. Now it was just the bored frown on her face.
Reimos--Chapter 1--The Spark"Drinona "
Drinona opened her eyes. A tiny blue light fluttered over her. Slowly she made out a transparent, gently lit figure standing in the air above herA figure like her own? Nonot exactly; this person had blue crystals and glowing blue eyes, and her fur had grown in two locks down to her shoulders. The figure slid in and out of focus.
"My name is Reimos "
"What...happened?" Dran said, opening his eyes and seeing the Earth and the stars.
Dran sat up next to Drinona's motionless form. Before he could get his bearings, a weak voice choked out a word:
"Rei mos "
Dran's head snapped down to see her, but Drinona showed no further indication of life. Dran began to tremble and cry. Did she just say ?!
He got on his knees and shook her by the shoulders.
"Reimos?? Drinona? What about her?? Who is Reimos?!"
Intro to Seventeenth Weapon--BACKGROUND--
Neo-human is a biotechnology corporation that produces and sells cybernetic bio-suits, which allow their wearers to transform into high-powered hybrid animals. They also sell bio-vehicles, which are larger bio-suits capable of carrying passengers in addition to their pilot. These suits are as varied as are the creatures of the earthmammalian suits, fish-like suits, flying avian suits, and even suits of fantastic, mythical creatures are all part of Neo-human's line of products. Neo-human's founder and CEO is Calista Rhodes, a brilliant scientist and shrewd businesswoman. Neo-human's technology has influenced every aspect of living in civilized society.
Naturally, Neo-human produces sophisticated military products, including suits and vehicles that provide great protection and sensors to their pilots.
The SABER bio-suit is a one-man tiger suit that makes its pilot fast,
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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