Robopoop

Once. Twice. Three times and a fourth. A flicker of lightning shadow under brilliant crystal luminance above. A singing twinge of sharpened metal sending forth a shiver of pierced air. A quick flick, with the twitch of the thumb and index. To no avail, the sharp edge twisting below, under and upward, missing the return and continuing. Its thunder, faster than any seen, struck forward. A shift in weight, a bearing of desperate threat, to clear whatever distance possible from the arcing lanced tip. The shifting of the left towards the right made more than desperate tear. An ounce too much, an angle too close, forced into the bolt and buckle of

A vow, to call the charge, from dirt to dust, Metallic gleam, from hilt to edge forward, Swifter the hallow steel, red to hard rust, For glory and honour, soldier onward, Shallowed deep in the thunderous skirmish, A hundred marching feet over fallen, For Kings, the glorious march, arms brandish, Into victory over lands trodden, Stand with brotherly shoulders, cry havoc, Hear the horn, the acrid rush to battle, A clash of swords, and mighty shields beat lock, A mist of red, and thunderous trample, A vow, to call the charge, thy kingdom come, From dirt to dust, thine rivals marked succumbed.

Sun on snow mountain, Through clearing sky, beam of light, Shine down upon stone, Streaming water downward spring, Cleaning tears and cleansing soul.

Blessed be, the watching of the Gods upon our souls, and may they guide my hand upon our quest for knowledge.    The first of these many writings come from the hand of Alanar Baranzia Winterbreeze, High Elven Priestess of the Alramhul Enclave, dedicated to the legends of the Watchers of Azalna, ancient guardians of the dead. To whoever may be reading these words, take heed that decades of study and travel has been devoted to the creation of this tome, with much wisdom to be learnt from many generations of lives lived and lost in pursuit of this hidden enigma. Take heart, and know that you now possess a gateway to great hidden knowledge, an

Chapter 3 As soon as the limo shuttle reached the famous Red Carpet hangar, the huge crowd standing behind velvet roped barriers sprang into action, flashing thier cameras, rolling thier holosceen recorders, chattering into their microphones excitedly. According to Luka, The Open Cradle dinner party was a major annual event, and every entertainment magazine and show, big news network and die hard fan would come flocking into the sidelines of the Stretch of Stardom, all waiting for their chance of seeing their favourite stars make the walk into the reception area. There was a long line of other limos in front of them, each celebrity making th

Chapter 2 Charlie Strafe knew about androids. Being an android doctor, he knew how they worked, how the living metal within them replace parts of human beings to enhance certain physical and mental abilities. Any part of the human body could be modified in this way, and it has to be done a few months or less from birth. Anything later than childhood would require surgical replacement and substitution, which was usually very expensive and life threatening. His understanding of the subject was peerless. He knew about the old and the latest models, the cheap and the expensive, the powerful and the weak. He knew from the moment he set eyes on Me

Fire and Ice: A Futuristic Romance (A Vocaloid Fanfiction) Author's notes and Disclaimer: I hearby disclaim ownership of any mentioned Vocaloid characters, songs and/or themes mentioned within this story. All original characters, setting and location descriptions are my own creative property. Further note that some character concepts, relationships, backgrounds and themes have been changed or modified and subjected to personal intepretations. Something different for everyone to read, yes? Further note the usage of the word 'android', one that will be used extensively in this series. Depictions and ideas have also been subjected to creative

Name: Corius Teron Serial Number: 843177632598 Rank: Lieutenant (1st Armored Platoon Commander) Organisation: Imperial Guard Regiment: 43rd Armored Company: 9th (Gold Company) Platoon: 1st Squadron: 1st (Commands 1st and 2nd Squadrons) Age: 38 Gender: Male Species: Human Biography: Corius was born and bred for battle, as any Cadian hive worlder would be. His entire childhood was a troubled one. His parents were part of a lower hive syndicate. His military academy was filled with some of the most violent teenagers in his planetary sector. His previous sergeants before he earned his tanker position all threatened to make him a 'publ