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Continuiation of: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝒶𝓈𝓎 𝒪𝓃𝑒𝓈 "He has a plan" Jem was not right. She knew nothing was right. She knew this because her fucked in the head, Ted had just taken over control of the stupidly huge hauler she had traded for one of her "candy ships". It's best to rewind just a bit Frantic does not begin to describe our intrepid Jemsase. She found "her one", something that was supposed to have been "bred out of her". They struck down the sexuality of the younger ones, especially the transplanted ones on Venus like Jemsase. She wasn't supposed to have a single urge, let alone a desire to just take the fuck off out of spite during a calm window. They had all been so exceptionally bred that nobody was even ready for someone like Jemsase to just say "fuck a bunch of this" and leave after a few hundred years of advanced schooling. Her brain was a massive sponge, as one of the few living examples of a D...

Frank  ( ℍ𝕀! ) <-clicky had stolen literally thousands of spacecraft. He didn't keep them all. Hell, he didn't keep most of them. He had about 50 that are personal that he never gave up. Most of the time stealing a ship is work. It's lots of time and planning. But sometimes it's wonderful. Frank's favorite easy one was so easy he's not even sure if you can call it a theft. In fact they were just like "here, take it". He probably shouldn't count it. He had flown a big cargo ship stolen from hundreds of light years away with the intent to fill it up with Zeta Reticuli saucers on Z4. He knew they had no security to speak of, and no alarms. "It's amazing man. They just offer the things. They are everywhere. You trip over them. There is literally a public machine where you push a button and it makes them for free." He didn't want one of the pieces of shit. He ju...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZS78FJiL5l8 "Well, what you've been calling out of body experience and/or near death experience, tunnel of light, etc. is simply a 17 billion year old consciousness transfer mechanism I created after my first experiments with long range matter transfer of conscious beings. It's an artifact. Also the biggest clue your Universe is simulation, and you are engineered." said Jasher. "I called it the Rise/Rejoin Routine or Three R's." Jasher looked at the studio audience as they sat there in silence, many with their mouths hanging open. He suddenly felt awkward. "It's um, I mean it has to be there before you die so it has to be built into your hardware." (dead silence) "Wow, I'm a buzzkill. Let me explain why. That's at least interesting." Jasher got up and started pacing as he was talking. More for him than them, but it got their eyes moving, and that would wake their brains up.   ...

Grik, The representative from the Zeta manufacturing corporation was getting pissed .   "All you did was take one of our publicly available courtesy craft and smash it into a triangle shape for some inexplicable reason. You actually managed to somehow weaken every positive attribute with one shape. But as usual it was that dumb genius you are famous for. When it flew straight we figured out that was because the mass was still balanced even if the shape wasn't a circle anymore. So we started making squares. Because squares are smart. More storage. But still, we'd have never found it if not for your idiocy." He was done. Just done talking at that point. He was not going to give in. He just didn't care anymore. Fuck the humans. Fuck Tate Cameron. Yet, he continued... "So that's the reason your stupid triangle copies of our craft do not work and tumble all over the place and look silly. Have you no shame? Why do you still fly them? Do you understand t...

"Haven't you ever wondered why there are so many people that are so very similar?" Ted considered this. "Yeah but, " He paused to take a long draw off the joint, and to stall. He wasn't completely done with his thought process. It was stunningly hard to keep up with her. "Like how you probably know at least 10 other guys named Ted that do what you do for a living?" Ok, he had noticed that. "And how you even kinda look similar." And even some of the last names were similar... "Ok, this is getting creepy." said Ted. "Look, it's simple. I only have a few more days here. I have wanted a premium Ted my entire life. So I'm going to use you for sex, then erase your memory. Nobody will know. You certainly won't." What in the fuck had Ted gotten himself into? He met this girl at the top of the needle. Couldn't be more than 4 foot 9. Drunk out of her fucking mind. Co...