On Sat, 16 Nov 1996, Michael Dobrey wrote:

        Captain's log, stardate (pointless).  We have been cruising around
in what appears to be a big void at  fanfic@fanfic.com  sector for the past
30 hours and as yet, have only found 2 or 3 signs of life where there should
be teeming civilizations worth of life.  Science and Navigation's officer
T'Pel says that this phenominon should make an interesting thesis paper back
at the Vulcan Science Academy.  (Personal note: Append accident report on
injured officer T'Pel to end of report. Ref:23a-573B-ussc.II)  But what I
really want to know & the question that I'm making sure is preying on my
crew' minds is  WHERE THE HELL DID EVERY ONE GO????
<End Log Entry>    ^_^'

It's Saturday morning.  Most people are sleeping in, etc..  Not everyone 
is as pathetic as me, and many people had things to do, places to go, 
etc.  IT's not like the FFML is some sort of 24 hour machine that 
operates regardless of whether anyone is around...


John Walter Biles :  MA-History, Ph.D Wannabe at U. 
Kansas         
ranma@falcon.cc.ukans.edu      bailesu@komodo.hacks.arizona.edu  
http://www.hacks.arizona.edu/~bailesu/falcon.html 

     P-chan ran across the field and hopped into Akane's arms.  She
snuggled her little pet.  "I love you, P-chan, especially with a little
apple in your mouth and that special sauce Ukyou makes."  They cooked
P-chan over an open fire and made special okonomiyaki out of him.  And
all was good.

--Draft of Lemon Sherbet, Episode 12