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		<title>page 118</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 04:41:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Luminavis 2112 had on board 9738 ib from planet earth.
It departed from the Cosmos Materials platform 1 hour, 0 minutes, and 22 seconds, after the human root singularity.
In that exact same point in time, luminavis 2112 appeared at a certain point in space; specifically 404 billion light years from the last big bang.
The following conversation took place [...]]]></description>
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		<title>page 117</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 06:21:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The arm of a ninja spiraled through the air and landed at Tad&#8217;s feet.
Conlin brought the claymore back around and thrust it through his foe&#8217;s chest.
The ninja dropped to the rocky fighting scape and 50,000 spectators went wild. The main event of Knight Fights was now all tied up at 3 deaths each.
Galahad looked at [...]]]></description>
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		<title>page 115</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I was told that if I wanted to get up to Moon Base One that you are the girl I need to know.&#8221;
&#8220;More than just that,&#8221; winked Nova, the Rocket Girl. &#8221;You&#8217;re gonna need to impress me!&#8221;
Lysander Woods looked down at his white toes poking out of his sandals. This girl was really cute and he had rehearsed his [...]]]></description>
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		<title>page 116</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 02:45:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Sprocket,&#8221; whispered Dr. Long.
Sprocket sat up on the thaw table. She was startled, confused, but still deep in the battle for Peace Prosper.
&#8220;My rifle!&#8221; she screamed. &#8220;Where is my battle rifle!?&#8221;
&#8220;The war is over, child. You were sleeping, child. The war is over.&#8221;
Sprocket looked incredulously into the good doctor&#8217;s eyes. &#8220;Over? Sleeping?&#8221;
&#8220;You were mortally wounded in the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>page 112</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 02:42:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Aliewins! Aliewins!&#8221;
Jeremy woke to his simple brother&#8217;s frantic screams.
And to the dog&#8217;s barking.
&#8220;Jerwemy! Aliewins,&#8221; Randy pulled him to the window.
Jeremy rubbed his eyes open. For a second he saw blue light glowing in the hills, but it&#8217;s source was in a hallow. Then there was darkness.
&#8220;It&#8217;s beer drinkers, or rustlers, or fornicators, or cow tippers,&#8221; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>page 113</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 02:35:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Vancouver was taller now.
Her skyscrapers were connected by clear decks every 4 stories, which allowed the sunshine through, but not the rain.
People walked across the sky, from building to building.
The dragonfly had eliminated the state merely six months ago. Yet people flew around in self controlled air ships; consumed all sorts of concoctions not approved by [...]]]></description>
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		<title>page 114</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 02:34:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Boris leaned back on a balcony that jetted out over lush gardens. The Black Sea, of which he was formerly a bastard child, lay behind him. This very house in the hills of Tbilisi was built by his great grandfather 100 years ago. He bought it last spring with a bag of gold.
He took a puff of his [...]]]></description>
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		<title>page 100</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 03:20:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Page 100
The emperor sat at a head table, listening to sycophants drawl on about his vision, kindness, justness, and overall greatness. Yeng clapped and laughed in all of the right places of the regurgitated monologs. He watched the Emperor, a man like him, smaller though, older, not very impressive…
Then he noticed that the Emperor was [...]]]></description>
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		<title>page 99</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 15:29:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Page 99
No more Coffee!
Down at Earth-Mucks, Pug poured a cup of mud and slid it over the counter to a sad little man.
“Cream?” he asked.
“No, Amos.”
“Sugar?”
“Na,” sneered Pug.
“Conniving Chinks,” said Arbor, even though the cream and sugar disappeared from Starbucks a short day into his revolution, not during the Chinese takeover.
“That Trojan Horse trick sure [...]]]></description>
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		<title>page 98</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 15:29:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Page 98
The kill-bot gamers (KBGs) were experiencing zero difficulty in activating their backdoor control over those 20,000 kill-bots originally shipped to the former regime of Vancouver City State.
Within minutes, every kill-bot in Vancouver was under control of the Chinese hives. Amos Arbor escaped by the hair of his chinny-chin-chin. His underlings who lived, did so [...]]]></description>
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		<title>page 94</title>
		<link>http://www.peaceprosper.com/2009/08/page-94/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 15:24:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Page 94
“We have decided to kill you now, Ben Woods,” boomed the voice in the jar.
“Killing me,” I said, &#8220;won’t change the outcome.”
“We decide whose life is worth supporting. We meter out…”
The voice changer crapped out and the speaker continued in another voice; shrill, aged, and female.
“…resources to the worthy. One Earth will not permit [...]]]></description>
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		<title>page 69</title>
		<link>http://www.peaceprosper.com/2009/07/page-69/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 07:37:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Page 68 – Arbor, Hue, and Holler watch parade – Tara Tensing packs – Cheerleaders shot – riot – Holler shots Hue – Tara finds Courtney – Heidi goes after Tara
“Wouldn’t it be nice to have a few thousand… kill-bots?”
Amos Arbor watched Hue Georifice react to his words.
Captain Holler winced. Hue Georifice twiddled his thumbs [...]]]></description>
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		<title>page 85</title>
		<link>http://www.peaceprosper.com/2009/06/page-85/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2009 19:27:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Page 85
Ragnar looked back out on the English Channel where the Storm Trooper was anchored. He swallowed one mortal thought then followed the boy down toward the valley where a herd of anemic mossy-backs intermittently bellowed. But Lysander stopped.
“What is it?”
“Looks like men.”
Ragnar took out his binoculars. Sure enough, a couple of armed men were [...]]]></description>
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		<title>page 86</title>
		<link>http://www.peaceprosper.com/2009/06/page-86/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 19:32:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Page 86
Peace Prosper – same date as chapter one
Below the square, a team of 12 fit defenders passed through a door marked &#8216;Defense Plan B7&#8243; and sprinted down a tunnel that ended at a hatch.  Climbed through to a room containing their gear, and closed hatch 1 behind them.  They hurriedly pulled on and hooked [...]]]></description>
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		<title>page 87</title>
		<link>http://www.peaceprosper.com/2009/06/page-87/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Jun 2009 19:33:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Page 87
127 citizens ignored the Commander’s order to fall back. Alongside the Blacks they confronted the thousands of grey-clads that entered their town. A pitch battle erupted around the square below the Statue of Human Liberty, and down the side streets. Snipers with bolt action rifles were scoring big from top floor windows.
Sprocket was pinned [...]]]></description>
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		<title>page 88</title>
		<link>http://www.peaceprosper.com/2009/06/page-88/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Jun 2009 19:34:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Page 88
Above ground the smell, the sound, and the quake of munitions was all consuming. A mortar dropped at the commander’s feet.
[o Hedonis? t]
[o Yes, Commander. t]
[o When the last of the invaders are dead - lead the people through the tunnels to Subterainea. t]
[o Subterainea? t]
[o Yes. Seek refuge there. The days of the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>page 89</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2009 19:36:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Page 89
Hector on PPDC: “I’ll go.”
Hedonis on PPDC: “Give them pain, boys.”
The two blacks ran down the road at 40 mph to confront the marines and silence the mortars.
Hedonis on PPDC: “Evacuation plan E10 commencing now. Get underground! Everyone! We are locking this tunnel up in two minutes!”
Hedonis stopped at the statue and pried off [...]]]></description>
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		<title>page 90</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2009 19:37:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Page 90
I am Ben Woods. I am in a hole without heat or light or sound. I have lost time. Perhaps I have lost my mind.
In this hole, I await death bitterly. Death is hard to accept. So sometimes I abandon long swaths of dread for a stook of hope.
I dream of her skin.
I dream [...]]]></description>
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		<title>page 91</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2009 19:38:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Page 91
Newman looked out over the deck of Platform One at the siluette of forgotten San Francisco. Skip tended to the avocado trees. Inside, Mike paced back and forth with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Wen and Why were playing foosball and Wayne was in the ‘bounce room’ having his shift with the twins. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>page 92</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 19:40:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Page 92
&#8220;I love you, Mau,&#8221; said Yeng only two weeks into her.
&#8220;I know,&#8221; she said, noting how he shrunk at her unenthused response.
&#8220;I want to see the hive.&#8221;
Yeng panicked. He was a level 7 supervisor, but he couldn&#8217;t just walk a normal subject into the hive without it destroying his career.&#8221;
&#8220;I can&#8217;t, Mau, it&#8217;s off [...]]]></description>
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