camillealexa (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} camillealexa) wrote,@ 2009-01-16 13:24:00 |
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Droidtown Blues, and pizza with Jay Lake
"[...] His chronometer was functioning erratically. The Echo 3000 was certain that had Matty been there she would have described his time spent in near-total darkness as forever. He knew, even with his continuing malfunctions, that the elapsed time was closer to twelve standard hours.
The hours passed with an odd and excruciating slowness, not in small part because they were filled with his contemplation of his absolute, crushing failure to protect the girl. Perhaps, and his pistons fluttered slightly at the thought, she was waiting for him, trying to find him. Possibly, she was even counting on him.
He tried again to bend his lower left appendage. He tried the lower right. Nothing and nothing.
Run diagnostic again.
Run auto-repair sequence. Again.
Again.
Again. [...]"
Don't forget to go read "Droidtown Blues." I usually don't re-read my own stuff once it's published, but I got caught up in it over at SpaceWesterns.Com today and ...nawwww. 'Tis so sweet; a girl and her mandroid, yo.
Also, thoughsaycestsay called it dead-on when she predicted I might try to squeeze out of week 2 of Photographic Desenitization Project 2009, here's me-n-Jay Lake having pizza for lunch today:
And here's a better picture of 107-yr-old Aunt Edna's dress (which I wore to lunch):
Now if only I can work up to being as photogenic asjaylake , as he is One Handsome Dude. I suspect this is an inherent talent rather than an acquired one. Dang.
"[...] His chronometer was functioning erratically. The Echo 3000 was certain that had Matty been there she would have described his time spent in near-total darkness as forever. He knew, even with his continuing malfunctions, that the elapsed time was closer to twelve standard hours.
The hours passed with an odd and excruciating slowness, not in small part because they were filled with his contemplation of his absolute, crushing failure to protect the girl. Perhaps, and his pistons fluttered slightly at the thought, she was waiting for him, trying to find him. Possibly, she was even counting on him.
He tried again to bend his lower left appendage. He tried the lower right. Nothing and nothing.
Run diagnostic again.
Run auto-repair sequence. Again.
Again.
Again. [...]"
Don't forget to go read "Droidtown Blues." I usually don't re-read my own stuff once it's published, but I got caught up in it over at SpaceWesterns.Com today and ...nawwww. 'Tis so sweet; a girl and her mandroid, yo.
Also, though
saycestsay called it dead-on when she predicted I might try to squeeze out of week 2 of Photographic Desenitization Project 2009, here's me-n-Jay Lake having pizza for lunch today:And here's a better picture of 107-yr-old Aunt Edna's dress (which I wore to lunch):
Now if only I can work up to being as photogenic as
jaylake , as he is One Handsome Dude. I suspect this is an inherent talent rather than an acquired one. Dang.
