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I was on the internet this week and I found this awesome video of a Lego space shuttle being lifted by a weather balloon (I think) into the upper atmosphere [link]
I looked up the music in the background and found that it came from this band [link]
Last year I did series of twelve blog entries researching the video game industry [link]
looking at everything from gameplay design to plot creation to the different roles within development companies. I spent some time looking at Mass Effect 2, and I stumbled upon this delicious piece of concept art which shows the 'Illusive Man' sitting in his ship, watching a dying star [link]
This somewhat inspired inspired a very short story that I wrote late last night. It's not very descriptive and it doesn't reveal very much. It's more a series of short visions into a larger story; linked but not fully explained.
The story follows:
"Now, I'm afraid," the old man said, "I must draw your attention to the end of the world".
He led them through another automatic door and into a large room. Metal desks covered in buttons and switches stood in rows along its length. Wires stretched from wall to ceiling. A few lights blinks dimly.
And beyond a huge glass window, surrounded by stars, hung a burning planet.
The old man broke the silence.
"Death is no longer cold. Nor lonely." He met their stares with a sad smile.
"Why did you save us?"
He looked back out at the swirling flames for a moment. "I didn't."
Minutes passed before the youngest asked, "Is this heaven?"
The old man chuckled, briefly, as though he had realised part way through that it was inappropriate.
"No, this isn't heaven. You died, just like everybody else. Blinding light, roaring heat, and then you were nowhere. Or everywhere, if that's what you'd rather believe."
"So where are we?" The child stepped forward, carefully.
It's not perfect, but it's something.
I might finish it one day.