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Aether7:53 A.S.P. (Aether Space Time), 120,000 km from Mars
The aether was bright tonight. Sailors say that on a clear night, when the aether wales are singing their songs, that you can see the Earth from any planet in the solar system. On Earth, the aether had always appeared black, when it reality it was more of a dark blue. One could see from the ships plying their war between the worlds, the myriad number of stars shining like Chinese lanterns in the sky. Originally, the aether was thought to be totally devoid of air, yet science had yet again proven that theory wrong, though the air was thin, like on top of a mountain, yet for small jaunts, you can breathe in it. On longer stays, air bottles and a mask are used, such as when the aether sailors repair damage to the hull, or when boarding actions are carried out.
But as John St. Fredrick stood on the walkway that ran around the R.M.S. Wales, he saw little of the natural wonder of the universe beyond the glass windows. Instead, he saw only
Doctor Who-Bioshock Cross 1Chapter One: The Lighthouse
Location: North Atlantic
The little blue box fell from the sky, creating a burning wake as it hit the atmosphere. Down and down it sped, hurtling to earth in a fireball. Inside, a man in a tattered suit ran around a fire damaged control room laughed madly, as it plumeted downward, running around a central control panel pushing buttons, throwing levers, and banging at the controls with a hammer. As spurts of fire burst from the controls, his mad, almost insane laughter, one could hear shouts of "still not ginger", and "Geronimo". The course of craft was heading towards a small patch of ocean, over four hundred kilometers from the coast of Iceland. The box spiraled madly, twisting and turning, as though it were a top. It continued its descent towards the dark, waters of the North Atlantic at a breakneck speed, almost as if on a voyage to oblivion.
Meanwhile, in the seas below, the wreckage of a transatlantic airliner burned in the sea. A figure, in a
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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