okay, i don't know quite what to do with this multi-dimensional sci-fi adventure G-rider has us all on. I mean, I'm guessing, but the feedback isn't exactly giving me any clues if I'm dead-on or way off. Maybe this is all a ploy by a creatively blocked computer game programmer looking to see how our individual talents can compose individual characters and plots. Then he/she will weave it into code and then make millions out of our efforts ...or not.
IN other news... green things are pushing up out of the ground ...woo hoo! i love Oregon springtime ..sure it rains until may, but the endless revolutions of blossoming flowers keeps it colorful and entertaining.
I still want to get out to the coast and see some storms roll in ..nothing quite like seeing massive breakers crashing to shore ...truly awesome.
ok now how about some feedback on that last one?
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The man walked over to his Hovercar, fumbling through his messengers bag for his key-card.
He was too tired to even think about how tired he was. Finally with a triumphant curse, he grabbed the familiar plastic object.
As he entered the vehicle, he thought of his military days. Elite commando never slept. Sleep was for the weak or even worse- for civilians.
Of course, back then he was younger, stronger, and most importantly- full of adrenaline and military issued amphetamines.
As if the triple shift wasnt bad enough- there was that whole thing with the vanishing patient and the federal agents
Whatever- he was no longer Dr. Sativa. For the remainder of this day he went back to being Tommy. Back home, a spliff and off to bed- cant argue with the doctors orders he smiled to himself.
A cold object suddenly touched his neck. He knew through his training exactly what it was and how futile any attempts to remove it would be.
Drive.
It was a strange, dry whisper, and it came from behind him.
Who are you?
Youll know soon enough. Now- Drive!