Her heart skipped a beat.

She grabbed the radio quickly, and practically yelled in excitement, “Hello! Hello!?” But, there was no response. She pressed the button again, “Hello…” But, to her disappointment there was, again, no response.

A little upset, she picked up her pace and walked upstream. She had begun to grow hungry, she noticed a couple of fish in the stream. The young woman tied her utility knife to a long branch, and walked towards the middle of the stream. She jabbed at one of the fish and, with a splash, she had fish for brunch.

After she had deboned, gutted, and cooked the fish on a small fire. The radio crackled to life, she heard the sound of a man. He spoke with that same thick southern accent, “Hello?”

Less than enthusiastically she picked up the walkie-talkie, and with a mouth full of food, “What!?” And, again, no response.

She finished up, caught a few more fish for the evening, and walked towards her camp. Upon arriving to her campsite, she could see that her tent had been knocked over. And, a sign was placed at its center. “By orders of the Caesar, no ‘a’ structures on any of Rion’s land.”

“Wonderful”, she thought sarcastically, “At least I packed my things up.” So, she packed up her tent materials, and began to follow the wheel tracks from her camp. As she did, she began to hear something in the distance coming toward her direction, by her description, a “van-sized” vehicle rushed towards her. There were two people in the strange “bowl shaped van”, and it was floating… well… “hovering” right towards her.

As the thing came barreling at her, she jumped out-of-the-way. But, instead of running passed her, it had stopped “on a dime”. She looked up, and had a confused look on her face. As did the two people in the vehicle. She picked herself up, with her huge amount gear, as though she were doing a push-up. And, she walked towards them, and she screamed, all of her frustrations;

“What were you two thinking!?” “Where am I!?” “What is this hovering ‘thing’!?” “Who are you!?”

The two, still had the same puzzled look, but broke into a sudden laughter after she had finished her line of questioning. A man, hopped out of the vehicle, and opened a door on the side of it. “Madam, I would love to answer your questions. But, the Rion soldiers are on our tail. And, my wife and I, had just hoped you hadn’t been inside your tent when we stumbled upon it’s trampled remains.”

She then calmed a bit when she got a good view of the, “quite handsome”, green-tinted black-haired young man and his, “quite beautiful”, pink-tinted blonde-haired wife. But, not enough to just trust them. “I have police training, and I know how to use this.” And, she pointed to her gun.

The man responded, “Note-to-self, scared person with a gun.”

She climbed in and the seats were designed like a “tea-cup ride”. She sat across from the couple with weirdly tinted hair, as they nervously smiled.

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I turned towards the distant hallway, my hand now at my side as I stared at the surface of the floor. It looked like it was perfectly flat, but the challenges that it held for the technology are great as I had barely tested the system. It made me nervous, knowing that my mind could be pushed to its limit by each stride and that I could be sent into shock. Taking a second to think about this potential harm I acted, my foot arching up into a step. The action was simple, but sluggish, seeming like what a person in rehabilitation therapy would be able to do. I felt slightly shocked as I began the descent, sluggishly leaning forward before I moved my foot out. It was instinctive, Just focusing on a step made the action occur. I landed on the outstretched foot, finding myself too stunned to move. “I had just made a step!” I said with some shock hearing the voice of my digital proxy. The voice was new, a digital version of my own, with its own uncanny accent and various pitches. What an amazing sensation, to know I had coded my brainwaves to it and that it was possible to communicate. My blue eyes focused ahead on the distant wall, knowing that if I could reach it I would reach a milestone like the prior utterance. I focused on walking, watching the environment move as I made progress towards the wall.

The programming worked flawlessly as I moved, the visual, the audio and the tactile information sent to my mind and where it relayed all the information I needed to move. Stopping at the wall I felt some relief, mostly from the fact that I had started walking, and secondly that I had not subcumned to pain which affected Hacks who decided to abuse their minds and the technology. Speaking of which, I would have to check in with my vitals, and sadly I forgot to use a key piece of gear in my eagerness. It was a life sign monitor which was worn on the physical body, and it alerted the user in the virtual world and disconnected them if an emergency occurred. I had bought one, but I had forgot to put it on. Staring at the wall I frowned, knowing that I would have to save the game and begin it again if I wanted to be safe. In my mind there was a battle, one side taking the air of caution and the other willing to risk its own safety for the sake of this experiment. I weighed each option and I came up with one final solution, I would go ahead at the risk of my own body. It could be a stupid mistake, but how could I be affected in such a poorly rendered and small world. With some hesitance I moved my virtual body away from the wall, ready to begin the next stage of testing without safeguards.

Pushing those thoughts to the back of my head I started to think, finally coming up with the next phase of testing. It was just about time to open up the next section, which was mainly a large storage room where I would test how tangible and managable the items I made were. It would also test my ability to touch and interact with more intricate objects than mere walls, something that was needed for later worlds. Moving my hand towards a wall I focused on controlling the world, hoping that the control system worked and I was in developer mode. A holographic screen suddenly popped up on the wall, quickly filling up with lines of code and icons. I now had control of the world and could open up the door to the storage room.

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Tom Marcus rode on, with his trusty Friesian steed, from Las Cruces with haste, the hot sun beating down onto his skin. Tom was preoccupied with finding out more about the Goldemboss gang the Professor had talked about and what he was going to do next. When he heard the soft patter of paws in the distance, in a stark contrast, Marcus then heard heavy loud hoofs and wheels of a stage-coach. Marcus rode beside a stage-coach, and caught a peek into the wagon’s window and he caught a glimpse of a young woman who appeared hog tied. Marcus’ two weaknesses; curiosity and girls. Tom was in a rush, but he happened to also be curious about the girl. So, naturally, he pulled up next to the stage-coach driver and inquired about her, saying, “What is she charged with?”

The Driver briefly looked over at Marcus and just smirked and said, “She’s charged for being a road agent and I’m going to collect the bounty, not like it’s any of your darn business.”

There was a soft click, the woman had gotten her feet free and had managed to open the stage-coach door. For a second he got a good look at her. She looked Asian, she was small, but obviously agile, and judging from the animal skin clothing, a hunter. Her black hair was in a messy state, but held back in a low pony tail. Tom continued his inquiry, “How much is her bounty?” The man responded, “About 500, I’m gonna be rich for the rest of my days.” Marcus saw the young woman jump out of the back of the wagon, and roll to the soft sand, as a coyote came along nibbling the rope from the arms. She looked pretty bruised up and she laid there for a while, before slowly getting up. Tom followed up, from the man’s response with, “So are you sure you can handle some one like her?” The driver smirked, “Of course I can, I caught her didn’t I? It’s just a little girl after all.” The girl held her side and put her hand upon, what appeared, to be a pet coyote. She stood there looking at Tom for a second, before running into the desert. Tom kept his cool, and he didn’t let his eyes’ focus shift, and kept the driver distracted.

When the girl was finally safe from her captor, Tom couldn’t help but wonder if he was doing the right thing. But, it was a pretty girl, and he couldn’t just mosey on by without lending a helping hand. Mocking the man a little, Marcus told him, “Yeah obviously a smart man like you could easily handle a dumb woman like that.” The man retorted proudly, “Darn right!”

“Well then, I’ll be off. Good luck with everything.” Tom Marcus nodded and told his horse to ride on ahead.

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Alhova’s system is under construction, and that is apparent from all the dust, ice, and various other messy junk that is circling around this star. I finally made it to the core of all this mess, and in it, the center is Alhova. It’s got a beautiful blue glow that is much more apparent up close. The mass of this star is rather low, so I can get closer to it than most stars. I’m going to have a log out now, I’ve gotta map this star and it’s view of it’s forming system.

I’m just trying to keep my batteries up.

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