3/5/98

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Roy F. Moore, author.)

Time: Seven years after Project: A-ko 4 - Final.
      The month of November.
Place: Graviton City, Japan

     Snow. A combination of two parts hydrogen, one 
part oxygen, with it's temperature reduced to below thirty-two degrees
Fahrenheit. It crystallizes into a roughly hexagonal shape, with a
variable lifespan, depending on location, temperature and time of year.
     Snow. A paradox of nature. Though it turns to water when melted,
enough of it can transform anyplace into an unfriendly desert of
unending white and unyielding cold. As it has done to Siberia,
Antarctica,
and the North Pole.
     Snow. A shower of sugar from the sky, or frozen stardust falling
through the clouds. the main ingredient in making snowmen;
prerequisite material for skiing and sledding; the herald for
Christmas in the Northern Hemisphere.
     It fell in a brief, silent dusting over the whole of southern
Japan that November evening. The full moon, covered in the grey gauze
of the stormclouds, poured its treasure of silver and light upon
Graviton City and it's prefecture. The city slumbered underneath the
drowsy sky, the late evening commuter traffic sparse that night. The
commuter trains also lacked passengers, their cabs almost empty of
shoppers and second-shift 
workers returning home.
     In the distance, a soft, mournful sigh of "Hok-kai-do!" blended
in the the quiet gusts of wind that rose and fell with the storm's
progress.





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