Fusion / Fast Break / PHM Pegasus / Empire / Rack 'Em / Star Fleet I: The War Begins / T.K.O. / Serve and Volley)
Electronic Arts (Bullfrog Productions / LucasArts) / Accolade (Artech Digital Entertainments, Inc.) / Interstel UK 1990

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seen from United Kingdom
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Fusion / Fast Break / PHM Pegasus / Empire / Rack 'Em / Star Fleet I: The War Begins / T.K.O. / Serve and Volley)
Electronic Arts (Bullfrog Productions / LucasArts) / Accolade (Artech Digital Entertainments, Inc.) / Interstel UK 1990
(The first Professor Long is sitting down and to one side, feeling suddenly paltry and worn out. The thought of the twenty empty, chaste years of future life, stretching on toward sixty, sweeps through her, sapping her strength, and with alarm she realizes she’s close to tears. She couldn’t be less in the right frame of mind to observe this phenomenon of the bats; it’s part of something that could make her fortune, perhaps a whole new interdiscipline of zoolconomics, no vowels but o’s, wait, there’s an i in there too, but she’s like an empty tin can that’s been tossed out of a boat, or a hot-air balloon into the ocean, sinking down in dark water combed with dwindling stalks of sunlight. Colder, heavier, darker, and down. To the nightmare domain of hideous, demonic animals, opaque as ice, studded with ice lights and icicle fangs of tough plastic, silent, mindless, enormous. Like extracted, locomoting, diaphanized organs. When gravity has pulled the Long-can all the way down to the bottom of the ocean, she lands with a thump and a viscously retarded flurry of colorless silt, the lunar lander. She climbs out of the can, wearing the miniature space suit, making her way cautiously down the ladder from the top of the can. Then a slow balloon drop on both feet. She takes out a stick. She plants it on the lightless expanse of mud and unfolds its tiny, pornographic flag. No, the flag of her country, which shows, on a field of overcast grey, the midwinter silhouette of a flock of birds roosting in a naked tree...)
--michael cisco, animal money
Are you still in Vemma?
Yeah! Very much so :)Are you interested?
RACKEM.
Scoot is racking up miles tonight
Cromwell to deep river, deep river to middletown, Middletown to Berlin/newington, and back to Cromwell.