d o w n w a r d s p i r a l
Chapter Six.
"You know," I begin, ignoring the look of mild panic that passes over Wufei's face.
I'm running a full systems check on Deathsythe, while Wufei does something or other on his precious Nataku.
He probably thought that he'd be able to tend to his beloved Gundam in peace and quiet.
Fat chance.
"You know, before X-1s and X-2s there were microdisks, and before that there were minidisks, and before that there were C.Ds, and before that there were... erm, O.K - I don't actually know what music technology was like before C.Ds, but its always updated really fast, and I'm not just talking about audio and entertainment systems: technology as a whole seems to progress at a phenomenal rate right up to the beginning of the war. Then everything but war technology ceases to move forward in any way - it's like the whole of human civilisation bases it's infrastructure on a war economy: and what I want to know is, do all those ordinary designers and scientists who made entertainment equipment, or those really wicked trainers with the inbuilt tracking devices that broke all those privacy laws a while back, did they suddenly switch to Beam Cannon design, I mean..."
"Duo"
"Yeah?"
"Kindly stop your tirade: some of us have important work to do."
I stick my tongue out at his back, and carry on with my systems check - some of us are capable of doing two things at once, Wufei.
But I really do want to know.
I mean, if the Telecommuni repairman suddenly turned to making parts for S.T-1 Lasers, then what did the nuclear scientists do? Did they try to graft Gundanium onto a young boy's skeleton? Did they use groundbreaking experiments to prepare the mind for sitting at the controls of the most destructive machines know to man? And what will happen when the war is finally over.
(I have to believe that day will come.)
Maybe the Telecommuni repairman can forget how to put together the trigger mechanism for an AK-58 Rifle, but what about us?
What about us.
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Right, just a few things:
For those of you who care: Paris was wicked, and the trip gave me the chance to confirm something: my French really does suck (oh, well - est-ce qu'il y a quelqu'un ici parle anglais?)
Yes, I will be writing another Gundam fic after this one (NOT a sequel), and I'll be trying to extend the length of my work - but don't expect any thousand-word miracles.
Nope, I didn't even know that there was an album called "Downward Spiral" - this is entirely out of my own (twisted) mind.
In Ch 5 it was supposed to read "psychic", not "physic" (I'm sure that you all worked that one out by yourselves) - don't you just love automatic spell checks?
The next chapter will be up no later than Saturday 16th.
Last, but not least, reviews are very much appreciated (and craved).
Much thanks,
Miseria.
Chapter Six.
"You know," I begin, ignoring the look of mild panic that passes over Wufei's face.
I'm running a full systems check on Deathsythe, while Wufei does something or other on his precious Nataku.
He probably thought that he'd be able to tend to his beloved Gundam in peace and quiet.
Fat chance.
"You know, before X-1s and X-2s there were microdisks, and before that there were minidisks, and before that there were C.Ds, and before that there were... erm, O.K - I don't actually know what music technology was like before C.Ds, but its always updated really fast, and I'm not just talking about audio and entertainment systems: technology as a whole seems to progress at a phenomenal rate right up to the beginning of the war. Then everything but war technology ceases to move forward in any way - it's like the whole of human civilisation bases it's infrastructure on a war economy: and what I want to know is, do all those ordinary designers and scientists who made entertainment equipment, or those really wicked trainers with the inbuilt tracking devices that broke all those privacy laws a while back, did they suddenly switch to Beam Cannon design, I mean..."
"Duo"
"Yeah?"
"Kindly stop your tirade: some of us have important work to do."
I stick my tongue out at his back, and carry on with my systems check - some of us are capable of doing two things at once, Wufei.
But I really do want to know.
I mean, if the Telecommuni repairman suddenly turned to making parts for S.T-1 Lasers, then what did the nuclear scientists do? Did they try to graft Gundanium onto a young boy's skeleton? Did they use groundbreaking experiments to prepare the mind for sitting at the controls of the most destructive machines know to man? And what will happen when the war is finally over.
(I have to believe that day will come.)
Maybe the Telecommuni repairman can forget how to put together the trigger mechanism for an AK-58 Rifle, but what about us?
What about us.
***************************************************
Right, just a few things:
For those of you who care: Paris was wicked, and the trip gave me the chance to confirm something: my French really does suck (oh, well - est-ce qu'il y a quelqu'un ici parle anglais?)
Yes, I will be writing another Gundam fic after this one (NOT a sequel), and I'll be trying to extend the length of my work - but don't expect any thousand-word miracles.
Nope, I didn't even know that there was an album called "Downward Spiral" - this is entirely out of my own (twisted) mind.
In Ch 5 it was supposed to read "psychic", not "physic" (I'm sure that you all worked that one out by yourselves) - don't you just love automatic spell checks?
The next chapter will be up no later than Saturday 16th.
Last, but not least, reviews are very much appreciated (and craved).
Much thanks,
Miseria.