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Started July 1st 2019 for contests, etc. as other blogs are filling up and have other purposes.  I'm starting a new blog because
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I've started an appendix (I no longer have one personally) to keep track of my Space Cadet journals for Space Blog. It's a work constantly under construction. Mind the mess.
I needed to start a folder for contests as there are so many deadlines and details to remember.
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| DO NOT BE AFRAID The message instilled fear in everyone on the ship. The Medics treated those who felt the pain in their body. The Psychs did the best they could for those who were losing their mind. There was no way to turn it off. We had approached a large brown rock. No atmosphere. No signs of life. Looked like an asteroid. "Maybe it's a ship disguised as a rock," the second in command suggested. "Not likely," Quip spoke up. As a Xeno-Mechanic he'd seen a few. "Always butting in?" Quip: "That's me." [I rolled my eyes. Here we go again] "Yes, it could be inhabited and maybe once it was. The inside is hollowed out. But it's no ship. Not going nowhere. Lost in space." [that got a chuckle] "Cook, bring Quip some tea ... strong tea ... to shut him up!" "Nope. Not shutting up. We've scanned everything, sent a probe. Nothing but relics, very old. It's abandoned, maybe a way-station once or a mining colony now mined out." And then the message started. We tried to shield our ship and ourselves. Phylym, a Psych, was the quickest to figure it out. "We must leave immediately," was all he said, holding his head. The commander ordered an immediate departure. "5 minutes and we leave," he barked over all systems. An hour later we were far enough away. "What was that," the commander asked Phylym. "When Quip told me we weren't under attack it all made sense. We were attacking ourselves." "How?" "We all have shadows within. It's an impressive way to defend absolutely nothing." Quip: "oh, I wouldn't say that. We have three harmless artifacts to puzzle over. That should keep the Historians busy until our next destination. They won't have time to bore us with the details of the wars of Zeta-Beta-Eta-whatever." "Something to be thankful for." [we all laughed] Prompt: "What are we afraid of if not ourselves?" What do you think? From:
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