Antidisestablishmentarianism, hemorrhage, phlebotomy
Bam! Whizzle whizz splat! Keen heard the noises and saw the great machine shake and shudder. Broken pieces came out on the conveyor belt. He scooped them all up and threw them into the recycle bin. Unfinished pieces could be tossed out, but completed works would have to be kept whether they made sense or not. Keen had to do something, tell someone fast! He ran to the telephone to call maintenance. Read the rest of this entry
You Crazy B!
Popelia lifted her head, eyestrain was getting to her again. She rubbed a tired hand across her face and stretched. I need to get up and move a little, she thought. Get my blood moving again! Popelia was an archaeologist, and a good one. She was an expert on all things ‘2000.’ She was tired and a little sore from bending over her lab table, she had been there for several hours now.
Given that this was the year 3469 and that technology was just now returning to it’s pre-war momentum, the 2000’s were of great interest these days. Read the rest of this entry