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              Jen grew dizzy the moment she slipped on the Circe's Control Tiara as the ship's computer synched with her brain, both leeching power and feeding her information.  It washed over her like nausea, but she was much better prepared this time.  The battle in the hangar had helped her learn what to expect, and she was able to resist the sensations threatening to overwhelm her.  But still

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"Oh don't be that girl." Hannah crowed, rolling her eyes. "I should have just left you with Cole."For most people, fear is the unknown."I thought you said these chicks were cool, man." Rob the bassist said, extracting his face from Hannah's cleavage, spilling out of her uniform.When she sleeps, it's not the specters of what might have been that haunt Jen."Hey, we are cool!" Hannah protested. "

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The Circe pulled away from the Zone's airlock, propelling itself backwards through space like some sort of steely cephalopod nightmare. Ennings deftly navigated the ship between idling Military carriers and gunships, richly detailed personal yachts fleeing for economic safety, cargo-laden junks looking to hawk their wares, and unsuspecting consumers looking for a bargain on goods of questionable

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The People's Special Economic Zone was, at one point, an asteroid, located midway between the Intergalactic Interstates of the Enthusiastically Xenophobic Totalitarian Paradise of Economic Liberty and Virility, presented by Clockwerx Hedgemonic Domination and Heavy Industries system. It sat in the Lagrangian point between Cactuar II and the system's star, bathed in a nigh-lethal stream of solar

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The drawback to Brainframe Clusters is, obviously, that they need brains. Lots of them, and of a specific type.Get them too young and they haven't yet plasticized correctly, so they don't sufficiently retain information. Get them too old or damaged and they're prone to processing errors and a shortened lifespan. The preferred brains came from healthy eighteen to thirty-four year-olds that had

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The Gellar drive was the latest innovation in a long line of failed technology developed in an attempt to usurp the Galactic Average's chokehold on intersystem commerce. You see, the Galactic Valet was more than just a convenient plot device, it acted as a passport for the Intergalactic Interstate, containing the ship's registry and the vital data of everyone on board. However, the Galactic

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Chris Ennings made a mental note to himself, as he inspected the ship Parson and Gizmo had acquired, to re-bestow upon himself the title of “Captain” as he once again had a ship to command. She was small, much smaller than the Perse, smaller than the three ships he'd had before that, with the exception of his old Larsa freighter. He'd not yet had much of a chance to look around this new ship,

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Four things happened simultaneously in the spaceport that day: Ennings bashed in the door, Gizmo patched a cable into the correct outlet, someone tried breaking into the Circe, and everyone in a three-mile radius had an orgasm. Now, with most coincidences, you can usually explain them away using little more than half-remembered statistical quirks. A butterfly beating its wings on the shores of

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The advent of space travel had exposed the human body to strange new environments and stresses. Zero-gravity, cosmic rays, a massive spectrum of different radiations, and things that forced human society to invent whole new words, and, in one notable case, a new verb tense. New branches of medicine and biometric technologies had been birthed and fed by the demand to adapt the human body to an

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The Galactic Average corporation, being the prolific testaments to Capitalism they were, had long ago defined itself into several branches in order to best expedite the squandering of public funds on fancy projects that never actually produced anything of any use to anyone. There was Galactic Average Medical, who produced three hundred metric tons of gauze on any given Tuesday, Galactic Average

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Ennings gripped the wheel of his shanghaied hatchback like the delicate outer shell of a precious egg made out of gold leaf and uranium. Weaving through traffic with all the grace and majesty of a lion on ice skates, he made double sure that no scratches, dents, or unwanted explosions befell this car.A low moan oozed from out the back seat, sending a cold chill down Ennings' spine. He had told

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Jenny could not remember the last time she had been this tired. As it was, she was so tired that she could not remember a lot of things, so it was entirely possible that she had been this tired before but was too tired to recall it. But such thinking was tiresome.The sun had long since set and the moon would have been up, were it not missing. The locals would sometimes reminisce about the moon

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THREE THIRTY-EIGHT, GALACTIC AVERAGE TIME. There are a number of unsettling similarities between tumors and cities that are only readily obvious when one observes both a tumor and an unfamilliar city. The ex-captain Ennings was mulling over these similarities as he attempted to flick a golfball-sized brain tumor off of his lime green hovertruck, now mottled a sickly combination of gray and pink,

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Jenny switched on the video display in her small apartment as she walked to her closet and pulled out a work uniform. She winced when she saw it- the ruffled sleeves, the combination skirt and apron, the stockings, the headband, the pink. It was something she might have enjoyed when she was six or so, but so were Holomuppets. She sighed and started pulling her long black hair into a straight

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THIRTY MINUTES AND FIFTEEN SECONDS LATER, GALACTIC AVERAGE TIME.Gizmo took a careful sip of piping hot coffee out of a particolored contraption that appeared to be the bastard love-child of an optical time-domain reflectometer and a toaster oven. He sat upon a chunk of smoking rubble that bore a disturbing similarity to the Galactic Average Thermal Regulator that contained the last remaining bits

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SEVENTEEN MINUTES FORTY-SEVEN SECONDS LATER, GALACTIC AVERAGE TIMECaptain Chris Ennings, late of the Battlecruiser Perse, was having a good day rapidly turn from bad to worse. The stress was manifesting as a tendency to shout. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN HIS HEAD POPPED OFF?" he shouted, eyes fixed ahead on navigating through an asteroid belt. Parson sat in the copilot's seat, wiping sweat from beneath

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The burning wreckage of the once-mighty laboratory laid stricken in piles around the battered room, chemicals melting holes in the floor while rogue Tesla coils arced into the lightbulbs in the ceiling, accenting the scene below quite well.Chris Ennings, captain of the ship Perse, stood with what remained of his men, surrounded by the heavily-armed Doombot army of Doctor Clockwerx.“Hah!” The

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