Subject: Something I'dd like to write some day...
From: "Robyn, Duke of Amber" <yu120475@yorku.ca>
Date: 4/10/1997, 7:09 AM
To: fanfic mailing list

 This is the sort of thing that keeps buzzing around in my head but I
don't even know if I will ever write it...

I'll jot down say 15 min of thoughts here however just to see what people
think

 There are two times to start this one The way I've started it this
morning is:

 Spring (Early Summer) 2008.
  
   It was another sucessful coup for the university. This year for the
third time since it's initiation "Space Campus" was being held upon it's
grounds.
 Although Heidelberg had strived to erect a perminant campus in the late
90's with the economic tremors of Europe's financial re-unification that
particulair dream had fallen by the wayside.
 Now York University - one of few places to actually give degrees in 
Atmospheric and Space Science at the graduate level was again adding
another feather to it's cap.
 This year the focus of the lectures and programs was to be on Robotics 
 -The practical aplications of self motivated exploritory units and remote
telemitry.
 One of the keynote speakers this year is a rising star himself.
 An Up-and-coming scientist in both the midicine and robotics field 
 this young man has traveled from Japan -he and his newly
wedded bride  (who holds a doctorate in neuro-physiology herself is here 
to speak  on bi-system processing and a revoloutionary neural
net which mimics (and in some way organicly copies) that of a human being.
 This man, along with many others plans on taking in the sights as well as
teaching this summer -and why not? He has all the time in the world.

May 3 2:21 am
  It happens in one of the underpasses new the developed railway lands.
 Electricity fox-fires it's way across the ground stiring up
static-charged dust devils and causing St.Elmo's fire to dance along the
burnt-out car wreck.
 In a thunderclap which causes drivers on the overpass to check the skys
for rain and their tires for a blowout it stops.
 Foil wrappers and pop-tin lids momentarily charged fall to the earth. 
 The air is full of the smell of ozone and hot tar.
  The unit, crouched in a fetal ball slowly moves into a crouch.
 It looks relaxed and at ease but also totally aware of it's surroundings.
 It looks like a hunter.
 in a flash It begins to run. Soon it is gone from the  site
before a nearby patrolman on horeseback arrives.
 All that he finds is a conclave burnt into the old roadway. 
 
May 5 3:21am
  The rain has been falling softly for most of the night. A weak bit
constant drizzle.  Falling softly it pitter-pats off leaves and runs into
welcoming sewers.
 The air is charged this night and several flashes of lightning  have been
seen accompanied as always buy the rumble of thunder.
 There is a flash and a crash.
 There is an echo.
 and another.
  and another.
 In an ravine in a park there are four forms crouched in steaming holes
which have been gouged out of a stream 9which is trying desperatly to be a
river) bed.
   Downstream is a trail of floating dead fish.
  Some of these fish are carp. quite old. They had managed to live throufg
the hard times and polutants pumped into the various run-offs and had for
the past few years been living happy lives as the city cleaned itself (and
it's waters up) A massive electrical charge however, well that was a bit
much.
 One of the human forms in the river is sick and vomits several times.
 Another of the four simply rocks slowly holing itself and shivering.
 Finally however one stands.
 "Shit. noby said anything about us being naked!"
 The one figure who up to now has simply sat and felt the pebbles in her
fists can't help but laugh.

  

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     Nene   Nene    Nene    Nene    Nene    Nene    Nene    Nene    Nene   
                    I met a Lady in the Meads,
                    Full beautiful, a faery's child,
                    Her hair was long, her foot was light
                    And her eyes were wild.
                                            J.Keats
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           Agent Of Chaos. Robyn, Duke of Amber. Unicorn Knight
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