Mittwoch, 27. Januar 2010

Traumfresser

Zu Weihnachten habe ich ein faszinierendes Buch geschenkt bekommen - eine richtige trashige Schwarte.
"Die Glasbücher der Traumfresser"
Ein Fest von Geschichte, berauscht in der Erzählung, gespickt von neuzeitlichen Gerätschaften in alten Gewändern. Maskenbälle, Frankensteinsche Labore, dunkle Schurken und zauberhafte SchurkInnen eingespannt in Verfolgungsjagden, Schwert(und Stock)Kämpfen - ob im Haus oder auf dem Dach ... und das Luftschiff darf natürlich nicht fehlen. Ein Steampunk Roman vom Feinsten der, obwohl ich schon seit fast zwei Wochen damit durch bin, die Leserphantasie neu ordnet und die Bilderflut, die beim Lesen entsteht nicht veschwinden läßt. Zumindest aus meinem Kopf. Die passende Musik nach meinem Geschmack habe ich dazu gefunden. Vielleicht sind die Vocals für den ein oder anderen etwas ungewöhnlich, aber bei mir gibt es Kopfkino ...



Coming loose, at the seams
Blind spots, voices
Controls gone, I'm like a balloon
Cut it out, emotion

Distance, it grows now
You don't, reach for me
All I got, all I got
Is my scars

Save me give me wings to fly
Make me young reason to fight
Suddenly we'll cross a home
Remember me into the night

Kiss me then I'll wake up (x5)
Fairy tales make up

Headlight, black demons
Peering in my hollow core
Grudges they're strangling
and splinters and dry skin

Streetlights they see me
The whole world will reach for me
All I got, all I got
Is my scars

Save me give me wings to fly
Make me young reason to fight
Suddenly we'll cross a home
Remember me into the night

Kiss me then I'll wake up (x5)
Fairy tales make up

I'll kiss then you'll wake up
Don't want to meet your maker
And you don't believe in fairy tales
Well today I'm gonna make ya

Cause I've come here to save ya
Finna none of that miss I'ma take ya
I can rap I can rhyme like karma
Be your night in armor

Oh no I aint got no Porsche
Just give me a shield and a sword and a horse
And I'll come ridin' ridin' ridin'
Give me a little one on the back

Ima tell a lie and get you on back
Ima tell a lie and get you on back
It's gone right from fiction to fact
I'm gonna take you out this world

Kiss me then I'll wake up (x5)
Fairy tales make up

Kiss me (x5)
Fairy tales make up

Sonntag, 24. Januar 2010

ShootingPractice I

"Penny, NO!" Judy impatiently stretched the arms of her younger sister and lifted them at eye level. "You have to hold your arms like this.”

Penny blew her hair out of her face. “I do that all the time!”, she said irritated.

Judy shook her head. "Rubbish! You don't listen to me!”

"Because you always talk rubbish?” Penny pushed the phaser back in Judy's hand.

An hour before both women had started the lessons near the front of the ship, ordered by their father, Professor Robinson. It sounded simpler than it was.

“Why have I learn to shoot? In which crap dad thinks we'll get into? Are we his favorite bodyguards now? He is nuts, isn't he?”


Inside the ship Dr. Smith started to giggle. West, working with him at the control console, frowned.

"This girl is a genius!”, the Doctor explained and started to clean the next diode air filter.

"Oh, really?”, West growled. "Why this?”

Dr. Smith looked up. "Do you really believe your rifle training will help us when we make extraterrestrial contact?” He nodded at the airlock and listened to the women's quarrel. "It's clear to me... Major, you just know how to fight like in a cowboys and indians game... But out here you can't know in advance on which side you stand!”

"Smith?”

“Yes, Major?”

“Shut your mouth, before I shut it, o.k.?”

“Abundantly clear as always, Major”, the Doctor said mockingly, but started working on the next filter system just to be on the safe side.



Half an hour later Don West stood up for a break and stretched wearily. He glanced at the external screens. "Smith!"

"What, Major?", Doctor Smith snapped.

"Did Judy say something about leaving?"

Startled Doctor Smith looked up. “No, she didn't report to me.” He rose and checked the communicator. It was switched on. Smith shrugged.

"Dr. Robinson is old enough to take a walk without your permission.”

"Are you crazy, Smith? Taking a walk in the middle of nowhere on unknown terrain without group com, that's how did you express it so aptly something only cowboys would do."

West and Smith looked at each other and turned to the external ops station. West arrived first and sat on the chair. He began to tune the sensor system. Smith hovered beside him and started the automated system check of the workstation.

"Cam?” – "Sending.”

"Mike?” – "Testing... Jep, running.”

"Atmosphere sensors?” – "Yes, the data are rolling in.”

The doc licked his lips nervously. He didn't want to ask the last question. West answered it anyway.

"Bio scan active... No hits at the moment.”

For a while both men followed the incoming data.

"This is impossible”, Dr. Smith said after a few minutes. "There must be a trace of them!”

West shook his head. "There is nothing, Smith.” He pointed at the results of the bio scan.

"No life forms at all around the ship!”

Dr. Smith took a deep breath and shook his head. He couldn't believe what the data were showing: They had lost the women!