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The Utopiate pt 6 by Solrael, literature

The Utopiate pt 4 by Solrael, literature

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The Utopiate pt 4

Heaven smiled warmly in the monitor's glow. "So what did you learn in classes today, honey?" A young, dark, girl, possibly around the age of 16 was within its display, eyes full of life, smiling an equally bright smile. She wore a dark blue, sleeveless top with a hood, folded down at the moment. "We actually learned about your friends Patrick and Sydney today. At least, people like them." "In what class were you discussing Twentieth Century bodies?" "Biology mostly, though we touched on it for a bit in history. It's actually surprising how poorly their cells took to the Lazarus protocols." "Sadly, but you have to remember: the pollution l

The Utopiate pt 3 by Solrael, literature

The Utopiate pt 2 by Solrael, literature

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The Utopiate pt 2

"But avoid the edge of the map my son." There came a violent hiss as the back tire spun in place. "For here, there be dragons. Here there be dragons!" he bellowed as he took off at full speed. "Fire! Fire! Fiiire!!!" came bellowing through the speakers as both weapons began spitting a withering hail of bullets. The pavement skipped and shattered as slugs smashed into it, while he curved the bike along the wall of the tunnel. As the front wheel spun slightly in the open air, a flare of light came from the rear exhaust and the cycle launched out into the space between both AVs. It tore through the air like a razorblade through a curtain, leav

The Utopiate pt 1 by Solrael, literature

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The Utopiate pt 1

He tore across the overcity like a glass shard, leaving a bloody red streak of light behind him. The coppers were in hard pursuit, their blue glare making the afterglow the same purple as a terrible bruise, but he didn't slow down in the slightest. As the hovering AV unit swept down towards him, he became awash in the brilliant glow of its spotlight, his crimson cycle standing out in contrast. His right hand ungripped the handle bar and slid down along the side of the bike as he attempted to move beyond the brilliance. "Citizen, you have violated numerous Overcity 604 laws. In accordance with civic bylaw 1294a, you are to halt your progress,

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Artist // Photography

Canada
Deviant for 17 years
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Current Residence: PEI, Canada
Favourite genre of music: Country
Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams
Operating System: XP
Skin of choice: the one I was born with
Favourite cartoon character: Rune Soldier Louie...and Vash the Stampede
Personal Quote: Oh hell on Earth...that was the turn I wanted

Favourite Visual Artist

uh...Van Gogh

Favourite Movies

too many to choose

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

see above

Favourite Writers

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Favourite Games

Sonic and Knuckles

Favourite Gaming Platform

xbox/ps2/genesis/nes

Tools of the Trade

Pentax K1000

Other Interests

Photography, art, anime, manga, horses, cars/trucks, guns, cooking

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May 4, 2008

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