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Diary Entry -Future

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What comes next, what am I supposed to do, should I be close to my life goals or far far away still.

When does the next stage of my life begin, will I find love, when do I make the decision that sets me off on the next predetermined path in my life.

Who am I supposed to be, am I supposed to be me or someone much much different, am I Vashau Taslet, Vaughan Taylor. Who made me me, can anyone make you, You!
Am I just one of many seemingly unique ornaments of the human race.

How do I achieve my potential, how does one define potential, have I fulfilled my potential, or does much more lie waiting within, yet to be discovered.

Where do I go from here, is this up to me, does where I was born, grew up and learnt to love, really matter at all.

The Future is near, the future is far, one thing that’s certain is I’ll be a part of it, though How long for,Where I’ll be and What I’ll attain,from the fruits of this future, and that of the past shall determine Who I’ll become, and How I will be remembered.

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Grand Space Lemmings

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Splat!, Splat!, Splat!

“Not Again!”
“What am i doing wrong?” thought Zandros the Demi-god as he watched in real-time as yet another of his creature creations committed mass suicide off the continents lone cliff.

“Why do they do it?”
Invoking pause, Zandros considered the final barrier to his graduation from the Academy of Deities.

Zandros had to come up with a template for a new space-faring race, capable of colonizing a regular sized Galaxy within three millenniums, else like many who’d failed before him, spend the rest of eternity panel-beating asteroids or having to man the interstellar star-wash.

Not relishing the thought of polishing an infinite number of stars, Zandros was expectantly desperate to clear this final hurdle to full godhood.

Rewinding the scene in front of him, Zandros returned to the task at hand.
Trying to turn a race akin to that off fanatical Lemmings during the peak of migration season, into a well coordinated and entrepreneurial planet colonizing empire.

“Could it be done?”

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Perils Of Advancement

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Daniel John Jacobson, Lord-Emperor of the known universe and soon to be former Warlord of no less than 15 galaxies, studied the dragon hide interior of his empires most powerful starship the Saphire Phantom contemplating his races final hours, when Sergai a longtime friend and captain of his guard approached from behind.

“I miss the days when I was still a knight, Serg. Ignorant of all the lands beyond that of my liege lords estate and surrounding duchies. Serg, ’don’t you miss those times, life was much simpler then.”
‘Knowing you as well as I do sire” Sergai said with a grin “had you wed the carpenters daughter on that night so long ago, i don’t doubt, we’d be in a similarly trying position, to that which we find ourselves in this day.”

“Trying”, Daniel chuckled “The Trident Gods we’ve awakened can propel entire star constellations at us, “I think trying my old friend, may be understating it.” “We’ll see M’lord” replied Sergai watching as the Red Dwarf that had been tracking them raced towards them.

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Diary Entry -Life of a Contractor “The Morning”

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‘Not again!’ thought Vaughan as he rose out of bed. Yet again he’d wasted the perfect opportunity to make some serious inroads into the log jam of the mental To-Do list he had set the day before.

It was already 11:30 am on a Sunday and just like all the mornings before, he’d risen just as everyone else in his household were enjoying lunch. ‘Curse you Winter’ he rationalized before admitting too himself, that the real issue was that he was staring down a third week of disappointment.Prior to the weekend, he’d held on to the hope that his now former work, would honor their offer and have found the money they needed to keep him and his work mate on.

“The end of July, they’d promised us!” he reflected as he left his room and considered the prospect of joining the unemployment queue yet again, after barely 6 months as a member of his countries working class.

Blaming himself for thinking he’d be unaffected by the globe wide recession, he walked down the Hall as he pondered his next move.. To be continued