projectnova

i'm always fancying myself as some great designer, a builder of things, a creator of stuff. i wish everyone could see the sketches and plans that i've kept locked in my head for the better part of a decade. you'd all see my plans for new modes of transportation, ones that would revolutionize my old home town, and bring it's prosperity to a level never before dreamed. you'd all see the fantastic new 'rides' that i've thought up. Automobiles that would certianly not be for the faint of heart. Motorized Bicycles that we've only caught glimpses of in some far off asian science fiction cartoon.

if i could put pen to paper on these things, you'd most certainly see my citadel, an efficient technological wonder that seems to have stemmed from my desire to be absolutely independent of the world outside, and to serve as protection and a beacon of hope to that world when everything comes crashing down. It's halls such a brilliant white that it's all but too simple to light the entire structure by redirecting sunlight through fiber optic strands, and it's amenities so vast, that you'd think you were staying at some far away resort.

on second thought, i think i'll just keep my thoughts and ideas in my head, scribbled across the front of my central cortex and frontal lobe, where i'm the only one who knows what madness i keep inside.