“Hi Galen, it’s me, Cadmus. I hear your voice but what the hell is this thing in my hand?”
“It’s an STU. I sent it to you through the q-foam. 559 more words
Who weeps for Cadmus?
Cadmus pulled into his usual port on the humble Terminal of Draco.763.4. After sweeping the floors of their living quarters, collecting the trash and garbage, and gathering up his personal things into his old 3D backpack, he looked around the cabin to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. 1,122 more words
One of the standouts at Bologna was Dave Kehr’s series of films produced by Carl Laemmle Jnr., lesser-known movies excluding the James Whale horror masterpieces. Pal Fejos’ LONESOME was likewise left out in favour of the slightly more obscure, flawed BROADWAY and also the bizarre, grotesque and highly entertaining KING OF JAZZ, which Fejos worked on in some unspecified capacity (perhaps explaining why both those films feature outsize figures Godzilla-cavorting down miniature New York streets). 505 more words
TUF appears to be seeking out isolated targets in its new war with Roman Empire, this time targeting an isolated city in the Long White surrounded by poor terrain. 83 more words