


 Jina Chan: Excerpts from the Continuing Time Series 





 Excerpts from the Continuing Time Series 
 Last modified: 13 January 1997 





   You know, it's strange.  People who can tell you in a
   minute what they would kill for can't tell you what they
   would die for; and people who know what they would die
   for can't tell you what they're living for.  And it's
   weird because they're all the same thing.  When you know
   what you'll kill for then unless you're a sociopath you
   have to know what you'll die for; a life equals a life.
   And we're all going to die someday, so whatever you
   spend your life doing, that is what you died for.


   I think most people don't think about things like this.  If they did
   they'd have to live different lives than they do.  I can't imagine dying
   at a hundred and at my funeral they say, &#0145;Lan gave his life to
   increasing FrancoDEC's market share.&#0146; I don't mind dying
   or living, but by Harry I intend to have some say in
   how.


	-- Lan Sierran in The Last Dancer,
				by Daniel Keys Moran





Rule One: Pay attention.  Rule Two: Don't whine.  Rule Three: Don't
take any shit from anyone.



     -- Trent the Uncatchable in The Last Dancer, by Daniel
     Keys Moran






 &#0147;So young, to have done so much.  I shall,&#0148; he told Trent,
   &#0147;plead for leniency in your case.&#0148;

 Trent took a long, deep breath.  His nerves steadied, and everything
   came into focus.  &#0147;Well, there are advantages to being
   young.&#0148; Garon was still too close to the stairwell.

 The Peaceforcer came a step closer.  &#0147;Oh?&#0148;

 &#0147;Agility,&#0148; said Trent.  How long would it take Garon to
   reach the ground?  &#0147;And I'm told we heal fast.&#0148;

 Garon had covered nearly half the distance between the stairwell and
   Trent.  He stopped quickly, in midstep.  &#0147;We are three
   stories up, child.  Please don't.&#0148;

 Trent looked up, at the gray, cloud-covered sky.  There was the
   faintest suggestion of mist in the air, of dampness.  It was as
   though he stood outside of himself, and watched without interest
   as his body prepared to do something very dangerous.  His eyes
   came back down from heaven, and stared straight at the
   Peaceforcer Elite.  &#0147;Catch me,&#0148; he said softly,
   &#0147;if you can.&#0148;

 The cyborg moved toward him in a blur of motion so fast Trent barely
   saw it.  He pushed with his toes, and went backward, out over
   the edge and into the empty air.  

		--    The Long Run, 
				    by Daniel Keys Moran





Jina Chan 
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homepage:  http://www.serv.net/~jina/




