10-19-2025, 02:36 AM
Day 28:
I have been in Port Romance eight days and I have seen three dead men.
‘There has to be more than this,’ I said.
The doctor looked up from his grim work with a bemused smile. ‘Is there?’ he said. ‘Please show me.’ He lifted the man’s heart and seemed to weigh it in one hand. ‘In the Web worlds, this’d be worth some money on the open market. There’re those too poor to keep vat-grown, cloned parts in store, but too well off to die just for want of a heart. But out here it’s just offal.’
‘There has to be more,’ I said, although I felt little conviction.
- Hyperion, Dan Simmons
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I grew up on the hard side of town hahahahah, hilarious *cough cough* no. I grew up at the edge of civilization, in the midst of nuclear war. That is not to say it was out in the middle of nowhere. There was simply a hardline between man and nature. Rolling hills of grassland stretched to the horizon. A fibrous brown ocean, tall stalks erupting in flame during the dry season.
The first time I went out into the fields I got covered in thorns, a tear filled experience. Both from frustration and knowing I would get a beating. There was no hiding of where I had been. No path exists through the thorns and when you turn around the way is lost. Pushing forward is going towards the unknown with no guarantee of escaping. Hard lessons.
Spectacles of nature where common, thunderstorms and animal migrations. In 1937 the horizon turned red before going dark, I was 11. A great dust storm and growing rapidly! I was confused, there were no deserts here? Mother came out frantic, ushering us inside. Then the wind came. Everything got blasted
I have been in Port Romance eight days and I have seen three dead men.
‘There has to be more than this,’ I said.
The doctor looked up from his grim work with a bemused smile. ‘Is there?’ he said. ‘Please show me.’ He lifted the man’s heart and seemed to weigh it in one hand. ‘In the Web worlds, this’d be worth some money on the open market. There’re those too poor to keep vat-grown, cloned parts in store, but too well off to die just for want of a heart. But out here it’s just offal.’
‘There has to be more,’ I said, although I felt little conviction.
- Hyperion, Dan Simmons
I grew up on the hard side of town hahahahah, hilarious *cough cough* no. I grew up at the edge of civilization, in the midst of nuclear war. That is not to say it was out in the middle of nowhere. There was simply a hardline between man and nature. Rolling hills of grassland stretched to the horizon. A fibrous brown ocean, tall stalks erupting in flame during the dry season.
The first time I went out into the fields I got covered in thorns, a tear filled experience. Both from frustration and knowing I would get a beating. There was no hiding of where I had been. No path exists through the thorns and when you turn around the way is lost. Pushing forward is going towards the unknown with no guarantee of escaping. Hard lessons.
Spectacles of nature where common, thunderstorms and animal migrations. In 1937 the horizon turned red before going dark, I was 11. A great dust storm and growing rapidly! I was confused, there were no deserts here? Mother came out frantic, ushering us inside. Then the wind came. Everything got blasted
