( continues...) trip back from wherever they were going. They didn't care. Their faces had a sense of continually bemused – he'd thought it was just anatomy.
Nope.
It turned out, it was a lack of rage. Rage pushed them onwards in the universe, certainly, but they never felt it. Their engines sucked it all up as quickly as they could generate it. They only needed to stop every once in a while to fuel up. Which is why, he suddenly understood, they'd chosen him.
Damn, Sox. That was awesome. I love the way you turned things on their heads. Logic destroys, anger creates.
Ohhhhh. I want more of this.
aww. thanks guys. I will leave it out for the insomnia fairy to dink with.
Your insomnia, our gain. Very nice!
I would love to read more of that, Sox.
Wow, Sox! That was really well done. Great voice! WRITE MORE.
Um. Just a suggestion. ::beams::
So it's the engineers' fault, Sox? Now, if the Captain was an English major... Har!
(Sorry, I'm reading familial psychology into this.)
WRITE MORE.
Move to Philadelphia [closer to me!] and make her, Amy! Please?
So it's the engineers' fault, Sox?
snerk. but they're mechE. not civ or hydro, or army core, or...
What?
Move to Philadelphia
this.