New Intel
Officer Feinman wished he had gotten more rest before the operation had started. He was on his fifth cup of coffee when the Goliath squads reported in. His palmtop vibrated, and he flipped it open to read the reports. A few more separatist scouts picked off, a few inches of progress on the main front on the west edge of the city. Three more clones lost in combat.
The West Approach
The scout slid through a gap in the shattered wall and into the street. He ducked behind a charred truck, his gray cloak only barely fluttering. Concrete dust had settled over everything, and when the scout stood still, he was all but invisible. Nothing moved for miles in either direction. The only sound was distant gunfire, far to the west.
Humilety
I’ve got this thing where I hate being wrong. Makes me feel very icky inside.
excerpt from recovered journal
I think I finally get why she wanted me to record these things. I didn’t get it until now.
Giving Up Excuses
Lent begins tomorrow. Paperangel Press launches tonight.
Goliath Spot
[Text, bottom: “Actual Training Footage”. An open, rocky field, with a firefight in the background. The sound of an engine and faint explosions can be heard.]
Goliath Spot
[Text, bottom: “Actual Training Footage”. A small room with a single door, and no windows. Two combat androids on opposite ends of the room hold two other combat androids hostage, guns to their captives heads.]
Pew, Pew, Pew
Read through 3 John this evening, then played some Modern Warfare 2 online. As the Scripture was settling in my mind, I saw that my brother-in-law was online. We joined up and promptly started shooting at each other.
In All Its Truth
One of my deepest fears is that, no matter what I do or how hard I try, my actions just won’t be enough. I’m afraid of my own inadequacy.
The Divine Conspiracy
[this is the last lesson in my Acts series, and when i presented this lesson in Sunday School this morning at my church, i could tell i was going out on a good note. i’ll explain at the bottom.]