"Captain, we have incoming at twenty degrees to port, fifteen seconds to impact!"
"Damn and blast! Evasive action, launch countermeasures! Projectile type?"
"Hard to tell, sir! From here, it looks like one of the new Terran high-yield LIFEs, estimated length 70 years..."
"Just our luck to get one of those locked on our tail!"
[from further up the bridge]
"It's ignoring the decoys, sir! Evasive maneuvers unsuccessful!"
"Two seconds!"
"Brace, brace---"
WHAM!
Fast-forward sixteen years.
Come to think of it, my life has been like the fast-forward on a CD player - it plays about a fifth of a second of music for every three seconds it fast-forwards through, only enough to give you vague idea of where you are. There's a lot that it just zips through, and you only notice bits and pieces of it as it flashes by.
posted on Saturday, May 10, 2003
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