Friday, August 22, 2014

Darkhorse Jack: A Menagerie of Rogues

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Exocomet [The Shoulder of Hercules}>>>


:::My little children. I put my thoughts to this psychic-parchment. knowing you will punch-time rather than really understand the super-earth I’ve plied. Take heart. Even before the first batches are rendered unto caesar. into the existence of alien isotopes and. stranger nitrogen gases, just remember this your genes ‘cooked’ worlds and I, in my rush to judgement, can upset this traveling zoo. if I can figure out the right side of the argument.


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Darkcloud pass-through [Ras Algathi’s Breath}>>>


:::super-earth James A. Garfield is the last refuge for the terrors of a poor race - blind, senseless adolescents. future performers in a space/time miracle of engineering (ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY) And before I decide who to ruin. I make this confessional for all of you. Each hive-gamete that finds roots. Even within a dead-on-the-vine lonely vector. Which this rogue planet passes by, through, and around, every few hundred light years; and that’s better than the coming mutiny against the dark and the runaway world I inhabit now


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Stellar stream vista [Rasalhague Environs}>>>


:::I never would have come to James A. Garfield if not for the chance to disrupt the gears of 'their exobiological safaris' (ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY) I would've preferred to seed Cis-First Sol, worlds more in need of native populations. But instead I am a mere observer on this super-earth, to see worlds in-passing,where nothing is measured by the loop of a planet around a star, no brief terminators of light and dark to mark the passage of a world through time (ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY) Instead, time belongs to mechanics beyond the model of solar systems, time just enough for the largest exomoon of James A. Garfield to bend the crust, and, by the vulcanism upon a fluid equatorial region comes heat to be retained within a proto-star’s sheath; this bath of primordial hydrogen atmospheres that surrounds this rogue super-earth.


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Closeup [The Gulf of Procyon-Arcturus-Denebola}>>>


:::no one understands why the Gilded have made this place a zoo. I just seed lonesome encounters, while interstellar arrivals bring their catch; for there’s a place on this super-earth where an exobiological zoo is kept. The Gilded say they know, do not care, and permit the collection on this super-earth’ all manners are beyond the threshing of the Harvest. But if I’d known how this tumbling mess of debris fields within this rogue system would be the spot for liberation, then I’d stayed away, my biological functions left for the Reconstructed on Cis-First Sol (ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY) But then I wouldn’t have a chance...to change the rape of the Gilded - Worlds boiled of oceans, airs turned noxious, and reduced...by the rapid oxidization of heavy-industry within planetary mantles. (ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY)...nothing is better, say the detractors, than the Gilded...and it’s a pity


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Solar-summer Hydrogen capture [Beta Pictoris, and its Oort formations}>>>


:::For it was then that I knew what best to do I’d already seeded for the Cause, and the ancestral-minds I’ve felt across time/space were very specific. (ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY) Got to go my guests are here for my decision.


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