On Sat, 28 Feb 1998, Christopher Angel wrote:

Suddenly, the man groaned and opened his eyes, looking up at the four women
gathered around them.  His eyes locked on Sylia.  "Hot brunette." They
flicked to Priss.  "Hot...brown haired woman.  Red eyes."  To Nene.  "Very
hot redhead." To Linna.  "Extremely hot brunette."  His eyes closed again.

	The man has no taste whatsoever.

"Sylia Stingray.  Priss Asagiri.  Nene Romanova.  Linna Yamazaki."  He fell
back to a prone position, and covered his face with his hands.  "The Knight
Sabers."  A gasp escaped from the women, and he slowly dragged his hands
down from his face to glare at the ceiling.  "KAMI-SAMA...YOU JERK!"

There was a roll of thunder.  Sylia started in surprise.  In order of a
thunderclap to be heard in her labs, it would have to be almost
destructively loud on the surface.

	Howcome whenever *I* do that, all I get is a mild rain?

"Um...where I come from," he paused and grimaced.  Chris just knew this was
going to suck.  "You're an anime.  Bubblegum Crisis from Artmic.  Sylia
Stingray and her band of mercenaries, the most attractive fighters ever to
hit the screen.  

	... nah.  The AMP on the average are better looking.

ONE, *SIGH* THERE IS NOT MUCH I CAN DO ABOUT THAT.  I MERELY CREATED THE

INFINITE MULTIVERSE, THE PEOPLE IN THIS DIMENSION MADE THE CHOICES TO CREATE
THE WORLD THIS WAY.  TWO, DO NOT SELL YOURSELF SHORT.  SO YOU ARE NOT A
TECHNOLOGICAL WIZARD, THEY DON NOT NEED ONE.  THREE, YOU WILL HAVE ACCESS TO
YOUR POWERS, BUT IN A MODIFIED FORM.  FOUR, I WIPED MOST OF YOUR MEMORIES OF
THIS WORLD.

	God makes spelling mistakes.  I find this tremendously uplifting,
for some reason ...

"So does Neon Genesis Evangelion, Magical Knights Rayearth, Martian
Successor Nadesico, and Kigamure Orange Road, but those are real anime
names."

	Kimagure means Whimsical.  And Rayearth's title makes perfect sense.

Gasping in an attempt to catch his breath, Chris pointed a shaking finger at
the pair.  "The two Japanese want burgers, and the North American wants
sushi.  How's that for weird?"  He shook his head mirthfully, and
straightened.  "Fine, fine, burgers."

	Nene's Russian, at least partially.

Chris nodded his head, a look of dismay on his face.  "Not a clue," he
admitted.  "What can I do?  I'm an engineer, yeah, but in technology and
techniques more than thirty years out of date.  The computers I was using in
my day are primitive compared to your watch."  He looked at his hands.
"Gee, I know how to program...wait, thirty years later, I'd be surprised if
you do low-level code-jockeying  like I know anymore.  I am to Megatokyo
what an nineteenth century scientist would be to my era.  WAY useless."

	Worse.  Technological development over time is a curve, not a
straight line.  He's Sir Francis Bacon playing with a superconductor.

Nene patted him on the arm sympathetically.  "Don't worry," she soothed,
"we'll find something for you to do."  She winked at Linna, and began
listing things of on her fingers.  "You could work at the Silky Doll..."

"NO WAY!"

	... think about what you just passed up, okay?

"Oh please," Chris interrupted with a disgusted look.  "Do I look like the
violent type?"

	They nodded rapidly.

"If lives were so cheap to me, Chris," Sylia said, a hurt tone in her voice,
"I would simply carry a nuclear bomb into Genom's buildings and accept the
millions of casualties something like that would cause."

	AHEM.

	Okay.  Needs some proofreading to catch grammar and spelling
mistakes, and which I don't have the energy right now to do.  A good "this
is what I'm capable of" chapter.

Chris Davies.