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Bashier Tarr	Posted - 2003.09.21 02:23:00 - [1] Edited by: Bashier Tarr on 21/09/2003 02:24:58 In my pod I flinch. The sensation is strangely displacing, as I reflexively motion to grasp at my stomach, only to meet the resistance of the nutrient jelly that surrounds me. Still, I feel the relief, the sudden rush of heat as the wound that isn't there closes. The flood of sensations is overwhelming. My third eye orbits around me to survey the wounded area as it is patched by thousands of unseen microscopic robots. Turning my attention elsewhere, I begin to sense the warm wind, as it clashes continually with my skin. I feel it circling around me, as the laws of aerodynamics say it should, heating my left flank while leaving my right impossibly cold, and all the grades of temperature in between. A voice tells me this heat is prejudicial, but I do not pay attention, instead basking in the sensations it provides. In my pod I flinch. This time the sharp pain comes from my right flank, closely followed by that familiar rushing heat, causing quite the sensation when mixed with the searing cold I was feeling there before. The wound is quickly patched, and the sensation slowly ebbs away... A lapse. Nothingness sets in. For a brief moment, all is quiet. No, not quite, something can be heard. That everpresent low hum that surrounds me. The slow flowing of my thick, black blood through my veins. From within, that constant warmth emanating from the very core of my being. In my pod I flinch. I decide I've taken enough beating from these asteroids for the day. Giving the mental order to raise the shields, the heat provided by the raw solar radiation disappears, replaced by the tingly *****le of the energy field. The asteroids now detonate several meters from the hull, no longer providing that painful pleasure to the senses. I think about home, the fuel starts pumping faster for the approach maneuveurs, the ship plots a course to Lower Debyl and we enter warp. Makes you wonder, doesn't it? How can one feel so alive while inside a crate of Noxcium, drowning in thick goo, connected to the outside world through a bundle of optic cables? But it does make you feel alive, and ever since first entering the pod - my first real pod - just two weeks ago, I haven't even begun thinking about leaving it... (Written by Bashier Tarr - 21 Sept 2003) Gradient is hiring! Check our CoC here.
Bashier Tarr Gallente Aliastra	Posted - 2003.09.21 02:23:00 - [2] Edited by: Bashier Tarr on 21/09/2003 02:24:58 In my pod I flinch. The sensation is strangely displacing, as I reflexively motion to grasp at my stomach, only to meet the resistance of the nutrient jelly that surrounds me. Still, I feel the relief, the sudden rush of heat as the wound that isn't there closes. The flood of sensations is overwhelming. My third eye orbits around me to survey the wounded area as it is patched by thousands of unseen microscopic robots. Turning my attention elsewhere, I begin to sense the warm wind, as it clashes continually with my skin. I feel it circling around me, as the laws of aerodynamics say it should, heating my left flank while leaving my right impossibly cold, and all the grades of temperature in between. A voice tells me this heat is prejudicial, but I do not pay attention, instead basking in the sensations it provides. In my pod I flinch. This time the sharp pain comes from my right flank, closely followed by that familiar rushing heat, causing quite the sensation when mixed with the searing cold I was feeling there before. The wound is quickly patched, and the sensation slowly ebbs away... A lapse. Nothingness sets in. For a brief moment, all is quiet. No, not quite, something can be heard. That everpresent low hum that surrounds me. The slow flowing of my thick, black blood through my veins. From within, that constant warmth emanating from the very core of my being. In my pod I flinch. I decide I've taken enough beating from these asteroids for the day. Giving the mental order to raise the shields, the heat provided by the raw solar radiation disappears, replaced by the tingly *****le of the energy field. The asteroids now detonate several meters from the hull, no longer providing that painful pleasure to the senses. I think about home, the fuel starts pumping faster for the approach maneuveurs, the ship plots a course to Lower Debyl and we enter warp. Makes you wonder, doesn't it? How can one feel so alive while inside a crate of Noxcium, drowning in thick goo, connected to the outside world through a bundle of optic cables? But it does make you feel alive, and ever since first entering the pod - my first real pod - just two weeks ago, I haven't even begun thinking about leaving it... (Written by Bashier Tarr - 21 Sept 2003) Gradient is hiring! Check our CoC here.

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