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Entry 1
I am a man trapped in an infinite isolation. I say these words wondering what might become of them in the future. My name is Miguel Vasquez, and I'm the last surviving member of what was a great and noble mission. Now, with only the incessant drone of the ship's machinery to keep me company, I am a derelict soul, wishing the ill fate of my crew upon myself.We knew when we left that they'd never come looking for us. That was stipulated in the contracts we signed before we headed out from port. It was a simple goal, really. The human race had been broadcasting signals into space for hundreds of years, even back into the twentieth century. When they received a return signal seven years ago, they were amazed to hear a message broadcast in our own languages. It took only minutes before we discovered the distress of our contacts' condition.
The message had said that they had worked for a great time to decode and learn our languages. However, without much of an introduction, they informed the thousands of scientists and curious people listening that their situation was indeed a dire one.
Through years of war and an unexplained pandemic, their population had been decimated. Those who survived the global catastrophe were no longer able to reproduce. They stressed the importance of time, and how little of it they had left. They were also aware of how far we had come in the last three centuries regarding space travel, and requested our assistance. Their own space programs had been abandoned when the first global war broke out. They wanted for one mission to be sent to their world, nearly seventeen light-years away. In exchange for this expensive journey, the contacts wished to give us a gift with promises of the advancement of our species.
Those in power, as usual, were wary at first of the proposal made to our planet by such a seemingly warlike race. It was in the second day of receiving the signal that they were finally swayed by these phenomenal events. In painfully elementary terms, they gave us the secret to the cold fusion of any element. For over three centuries, mankind had been trying to perfect the process and only a few low power hydrogen facilities ever proliferated. Within weeks, the first reactor was built and tested. In less than thirty days, a message from another planet had eliminated the energy concerns of our entire planet.
This was not to be a mission of salvation, no. The Asconian race had accepted their fates; they held no false hopes that we could save them from their inevitable extinction. They had simply compiled all their knowledge and history and wanted to pass it on so others would know them. Looking back, I guess we all just want to be remembered after we're gone. Our mission was to go to their world and receive this gift of knowledge.
Scientists and world leaders argued for months over the merits of such an endeavor. I, being a member of the scientific side of the debate, did my part to unify our voices against the cynics and doomsayers. Of course, we had the ridiculous types who were certain that this was an evil trap and the Asconians just wanted our planet. Those were the same people who said that capitalism was going to bring about the apocalypse back in the 21st century, too. Meanwhile, the capitalists were arguing only the merits of cost vs. returns. World governments acted like they always do and only the ones wishing to gain more power supported the mission. Myself, I just wanted the adventure.
I'm here now, recording these thoughts as if they mean something. I know no one's coming to save me, but I guess I'm just like the Asconians; trying to leave something behind. I've struggled and fought just to get here and it's all for naught. I'm certain that this loneliness will drive me insane long before I succumb to other causes.
It took only four weeks after Capt. Griggs, the last of my four other crew members, fell into his coma for me to decide on suicide. The solitude was thunderous, fracturing the walls I'd built in my mind to hide from the reality I so desperately wanted not to accept. I loaded the gun and placed it in my mouth, but my fingers had no strength. I couldn't end it and I had to face the fact that I didn't have the guts. I'm going to die on this steel island drifting through the void, but I can't make myself choose how.
The thoughts of my parents and their support of this mission either keeps me surviving or perhaps it's what's driving me over the edge. Either way, rarely a moment passes me by without thinking of how much I miss them. Being as studious and academic as I was, I never took the time to get married and start a family; something that I truly regret now. By the time our mission was to return, my parents most likely would've passed from this life. I now find it strange to think how easily I was willing to spend thirty-four years in suspended animation, but we all knew of the consequences before we left. I fear we may have refused this epic journey had we known things would turn out so sour.
Now don't get me wrong; we completed our mission, as anyone finding this record will surely learn. The Asconians' spaceport was truly a great wonder to behold in its sheer enormity. The race themselves were nothing like anyone had ever imagined. Shockingly, they were nearly identical to humans, except taller and much broader. They were clearly a race of warriors; even the females had huge, muscular frames. Their opaque black skin protected them from the harsh radiation emanating from the binary suns that gave life to their planet.
They told us how before their civilization collapsed, they were in their dawn of their age of space travel. They had visited the other planets in their system and wondered if they, too, were all alone in this universe. As war after war ravaged their world, they had abandoned their quests in space until their crowning achievement, the extraordinarily massive spaceport, was all that remained.
The Asconian civilization was struck with a plague about 40 years ago. It's hard to tell exactly how long ago really, because their calendar is measured so differently. Sarah Kingsley, our lead scientist, had decided on that number after much study and discussion on the length of their solar cycle. Regardless, the disease spread unchecked throughout the entire population. Within four years, every single member of the race was infected.
The pandemic had a mortality rate of over 80%; only the strongest of the inhabitants would survive, but not without consequences. Of course, the wars had stopped as they united together to try to save their own lives. They were truly ashamed that the unavoidable demise of their people was the only thing that stopped them from killing each other. The Asconians reproduce sexually and not one new member had been conceived into their race since the very last one died from the disease. Surviving the affliction conceded them their lives, but had taken their fertility.
They taught us many things in the short time we stayed there. The technology that powers the device they gave us will surely be of interest and advantage to our own race. The device itself is the most comprehensive time capsule perhaps ever assembled. It's a fully self-contained computer archive, complete with a molecular particle generator to produce samples of different elements, flora and fauna found on their planet. It has every single bit of the written history of their race. Secrets of the universe we have pondered for eons are answered by the Asconians in beautifully simplistic ways. It's a shame that even for all their efforts, the knowledge they possessed will still be lost forever.
When it came time to return home, I did so with a heavy heart. The compassion I had for these beings had grown strongly since our arrival, and I felt as if I was abandoning them to their doom. Of course, that's exactly what I was doing. Jean Huntington, the ship's physician, had too little time to try anything to help. She spent most of her time studying the medical records of their people. In her efforts to learn their biology, so much different from our own, she struggled to even discover what kind of pathogen had caused the disease. Perhaps it was her intrigue with these people that influenced her to stay behind with them. Knowing what I know now, she was wiser than us all.
Any remorse I may have had was quickly forgotten as everything went wrong in such a short time. When the main pulse drive failed on day three of the return mission, none of us could imagine the sequence of unfortunate events that would unfold in the days to come. With our beloved vessel, the Epiphany, operating at a little over half-power, the ship's computers calculated the return trip would take nearly 31 years.
We still had two weeks of duties and maintenance to perform before we could enter cryogenic stasis, and now we'd have to wake up for six weeks at the halfway point of our extended journey home. I tried to repair the main drive for four days without sleep, but to no avail. I had just collapsed in my bunk when alarms started going off all over the ship. An electrical fire broke out in the engineering block, disabling the two auxiliary pulse drives and life support systems. I fixed the life support problem immediately by rerouting power, but the engines had been in firing phase when power was lost; the damage from the unreleased energy had melted them down. We were aimlessly adrift.
Jonathan Reed, our support scientist, bode his time documenting and studying the device the Asconians had given us. After the initial panic of our situation had subsided, we began to see less and less of him as he had become obsessed with the machine. When he didn't report to our morning meeting on day eleven, Capt. Griggs and myself searched for him in the loading bay. Reed's body lay next to the device, convulsing violently. The captain rushed to him and pulled him toward the door. As he pulled the body closer, I noticed the fine gray metallic powder covering the front of Reed's uniform and the hands of Griggs.
For reasons I only now understand, I bolted from the bay and sealed the doors shut behind me. I'm still haunted by the frantic orders of the captain to release him. I sounded a general alarm and called for Kingsley to come to the loading bay. When she arrived and I explained what I had seen, she told Griggs that we would put our suits on and help them both, but the possibility of an unknown contagion on the ship prevented her from releasing them. She and I collected all the needed medical equipment and suited up.
The captain was irate, but understanding when we opened the door. Reed was unconscious and unresponsive when we examined him. All his vital signs were normal, though. I examined the device and area where Reed was having the seizure. Inside the open door of the particle generator was a small silver plant. Hanging from below a silver and bronze bloom were two small pods; the source of the strange powder. I was collecting a sample when Sarah collapsed.
The same vicious convulsions racked her body. As she fell, her head smacked the steel grating of the floor with a sickening crack. We did what we could, but she stopped breathing before we even got her out of her suit. Her vital signs plummeted within thirty seconds. It took me even less time than that to break down. The emotional overload had been building in me since the first sign of problems with the engines. When I saw the life leaving her eyes, a part of me I was only staring to discover died as quickly as it had been born.
Sarah Kingsley and I had started seeing each other secretly during training. For the first time in my life, I thought I was falling in love. I found myself constantly thinking of her. In just a few unexplainable minutes, only seconds in infinite time, she was taken from me. Not that any of it matters now. I have to be callous that way; I know it would drive me mad otherwise. Reed's life expired within the next four hours but strangely, neither I nor Griggs fell to same affliction. By then, I just thought it was my fate to suffer.
Griggs and I concluded that whatever the powder was, it was biological yet small enough to pass through the respirators on the suits. Of course, with the way things had unfolded, Griggs had thought that this whole trip was a set-up. He proposed that they had tricked us into bringing about our own demise. I never was one to think on a side so sinister, but that may be my undoing.
Two days after the death of Sarah and Reed, while eating our breakfast, Captain Samuel D. Griggs fell into a coma. There were no seizures this time; it was if he had passed out. His vitals remained stable and still do, but he is unresponsive. After three weeks with no change in his condition, I placed him in cryo-stasis.
I have had nothing but the sound of my own voice and the groans and creaks of a disabled ship to keep me company for over two months. I've tried to do what I could to fix the drives and steer myself home, but the whole power grid is failing in the engine room now. I don't know why I have been spared this long. I suppose I didn't kill myself when I had the chance because I expected that I too, would fall into the peaceful fate of my captain. Maybe I'm just too weak.
The computer's analysis of my present course alerted to a collision warning in the Alpha Centauri system. I guess I can take solace in the fact that it won't happen for another 74 years. So, I've decided to record this journal and place myself in stasis indefinitely. I'm sure the ship's systems will fail long before its projected collision. I have no hopes of being rescued. If someone finds us, I pray they are spared the agony the Asconians unwittingly subjected us to. I have no expectations that such an end is possible and as such, I have given up completely.
If the Asconians truly desired to kill us off, they would've just hijacked the ship and sent it back home with God knows what in it, not just murdered a few scientists. After meeting these beings, I cannot believe that they would do something like that. I have personally witnessed the destruction on their home planet and the ruins of their once magnificent cities. I have seen the damage brought by the disease they have suffered. I feel that they know they brought about their own demise. If this record is ever found, I want it to be known that I defend these people to my death. I know in my heart that their intentions are true, just and good. I drift off to dreams now, knowing I have failed them in their dying request and in turn, must suffer the same fate.
This is Senior Engineer Miguel Vasquez, last surviving healthy member of the Epiphany, signing off.
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The crisp blue glow of a monitor flickers in the darkness of a deserted ship. The overwhelming silence is shattered by a small click as another monitor comes on across the room.
<System status: All power systems offline>
<Personnel status: No connections established>
<*******:****>
<Welcome, S.E. Vasquez>
<Rerouting control and navigation computers to loading bay station>
<Completed firing stabilizer engines. Course has been altered to 121.554.332.212.568. ETA = 79y 27d 5h>
<File deletion passcode: --------->
<Deleting log entries*****>
<Are you sure you want to disable the log (this is against procedures!)?>
<Log disabled at 21:03:23 - 05/09/2398>
- VS -
Entry 2
Jensen walked into the stuffy kitchen, his shiny black leather shoes barely making a noise on the dilapidated linoleum flooring. A wearying afternoon sun struggled to make its presence known, pale yellow light dribbling in through the window. To Jensen's left, the refrigerator gurgled briefly before launching into a symphony of rattling and vibration in a manner entirely unbecoming of a well-functioning appliance. The peeling paint and rusting corners merely confirmed the theory that the old Westinghouse should have been put out to stud years ago.A plastic fridge magnet clung tightly to the fridge door, offering anyone interested enough to examine it a Fritz Perl quote:
"I am not in this world to live up to other people's expectations, nor do I feel that the world must live up to mine."
Jensen's gaze travelled over the magnet and rested on the paper it was holding to the fridge. The paper, it turned out, was a slightly crooked photocopy of page 14 of the July issue of Lookin' For Love Magazine. It was a recipe.
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BUTTERED UP DATES
Ingredients:
- 1 Date
- 2-3 bottles of wine (or 2-3 empty wine bottles filled with cask wine)
- A handful of menus from local restaurants with delivery services
- 1 Stereo device
- Romantic music (to taste)
- Appeal (advantageous, but not necessarily vital)
- Several candles
- 1 Box of matches or 1 cigarette lighter
- Several newspapers or magazines
Dates, the only vital ingredient of this recipe, are often the hardest to acquire. They come in many varieties and can be found almost anywhere human civilization exists. Searching your local newspaper's 'Personals' section or joining a dating service are common methods used to obtain dates. If you are lucky, you may even be able to find some at your local supermarket. (For more information, see our 10-page feature "Where to Hunt for Honey", from Page 22.)
The other ingredient of note is 'Appeal'. This too comes in many varieties; material wealth, fame, physical appearance, intellect and personality are often viable forms of appeal. If you feel you lack appeal, do not despair. Just remember: there is always someone as desperate as you are unappealing - it's just a matter of finding them.
Method:
Step #1:
Set a time for your date to come to your house. Be sure that they know the address. Giving your date the incorrect address or failing to meet them at the designated time can result in the date going bad.
Step #2:
Prior to their arrival, set up your stereo device and romantic music. If you find that you have no romantic music, Barry Manilow records are often available in the 'bargain bin' at most good record stores. (Lookin' for Love Magazine's very own compilations, "Romance, baby" Volumes I - VII can be ordered using the form supplied on page 48.)
Step #3:
Set up the candles in the room in which you plan to eat. The dining room or kitchen are recommended. Do not place candles near curtains, or other items that can catch fire. It is difficult to set your date's soul on fire while your house is burning down.
Step #4:
Layer the newspapers or magazines near your dining area. Should there be an uncomfortable lull in conversation, refer to something you saw or read in these publications. Magazines that require proof of age ID to purchase, or are kept behind the store counter are generally a poor choice in this regard.
Step #5:
Perhaps one of the most important steps is removing any expectations you may have. For the evening to go smoothly, you must be ready for anything. Spend a moment or two carving away all your expectations and discarding them. If left in this recipe, they can leave a bitter taste.
Step #6:
When your date arrives, greet them warmly at the door and invite them in. Give them a short tour of your home - be sure to point out anything of interest. A sprinkling of embellishment livens up the tour, but be sure not to overdo it. Conclude the tour by offering them the dinner menus. Remember to apply your appeal generously throughout the night. At this point, pour some wine and offer it to your date.
Step #7:
When choosing dinner, you need to decide how you want to present yourself. Do you want your date to see you as the strong, take-charge type or an accommodating, go-with-the-flow kind of person? Act accordingly. Sometimes a pinch of coyness can work wonders. A dash of humor can also be used to enliven this process.
Step #8:
Order the meal.
Step #9:
While you wait for the meal to arrive, begin to play your romantic music and talk with your date. Offer compliments and display interest. The difference between a bad date, and a hot, buttered up date is often determined here. Don't forget about your newspaper or magazines if conversation becomes strained. At times it may be important to feign interest so as not to offend your date - incorporate some nodding along with the occasional non-descript "uh-huh" to give this appearance. Continue to add wine as needed, although you do not want to macerate the date, but a liberal measure of alcohol often improves this recipe.
Step #10:
When your food arrives, excuse yourself and meet the delivery person at your front door. Thank them politely and tell them to "keep the change." Be sure to say it loudly enough that your date can hear you - generosity is a much sought-after attribute. It will impress both your date and the delivery person.
Step #11:
Serve the meal and light the candles. Continue the conversation throughout dinner, drop subtle hints about how much you are enjoying the night. Even if the night has not gone as well as planned, remain positive and polite. Your current date may not fit your tastes as well as you had hoped - but keep in mind that they may have friends and relatives who do. Once you have finished your meal, tidy away the dishes and, depending on the situation, invite your date to stay longer, or lead them to the door to say 'Goodnight'.
Step #12:
While standing with them at your front door, take their hand and tell them you would like to see them again. Before giving them time for a response, lean in and garnish them with a kiss. The cheek is often the most appropriate location for such a garnish, however if the night has gone well thus far, a full kiss on the lips may be welcome. Add a dash of tongue if desired. Offer to walk with them to their car/bus-stop/train station at your own discretion.
NOTE:
It should be noted that while this recipe has been known to work with different quantities of dates, these instances are rare. We suggest you adhere to the recommended 1 date.
NEXT ISSUE:
See our August edition for our next recipe - Saucy Liqueur-Soaked Dates.
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Jensen turned to the owner of the stuffy kitchen, who was seated at the small kitchen table, absent-mindedly tracing his fingers along one of the numerous scratches in the varnished tabletop.
"So, Mister Cranston, could you please give me the details of your assault?"
The man at the table looked up through a pair of painfully swollen black eyes.
"Well, Officer, I met this lady through a dating service, and had invited her 'round for dinner last night. I had it all planned perfectly - or so I thought - but in my excitement, I misread the dinner recipe and went straight from Step #10 to #12, skipping Step #11 completely."
"After the kiss, the delivery guy slugged me in the right eye. When my date came to the front door and asked what had happened, the delivery guy told her and she smacked me in my left." He paused. "Guess I shoulda expected it."
Entry 1:
bigbabylons
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Circe
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Disektor
engine13
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jack11058
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SPECIALk
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WillZone
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28 eligible votes (36 total) *
Entry 2:
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* Eligible votes are those made by users who had either (A) posted 3+ messages OR (B) written 100+ [lowered from 750+] reviews as of the beginning of the UberMadness! competition.
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Submitted by Stabkill (user info) at 2004-10-27 19:27:34 EDT (#)
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gold.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-10-27 14:18:39 EDT (#)
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It was a very tough decision. Both were excellent.
Submitted by redraven (user info) at 2004-10-26 14:06:08 EDT (#)
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Tough choice.
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sci-fi rools!
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Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2004-10-25 16:30:27 EDT (#)
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While #1 was not the most original sci-fi ever, it was a good read written with heart, so it gets my vote.
#2 was a loooong buildup to a bad punchline, no pun intended.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2004-10-25 16:30:11 EDT (#)
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While #1 was not the most oroginal sci-fi ver, it was a good read written with heart, so it gets my vote.
#2 was a loooong buildup to a bad punchline, no pun intended.
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Any crew?
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Submitted by Author 1 at 2004-10-24 22:48:59 (#)
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Author #2 - It was my fear of your writing prowess that made me produce this piece. It was the first UM piece I actually took more than a day to write. For what it's worth, I enjoyed your post greatly. It would've stomped my others so far.
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When I read that, part of me went "That's great. I'm glad I inspired you to write such an awesome entry." Another part of me went "Damn, shit, damn, damn, damn."
May you be equally inspired in future rounds.
Submitted by sexy_biatch (user info) at 2004-10-24 23:05:24 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Author 1 at 2004-10-24 22:48:59 EDT (#)
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Author #2 - It was my fear of your writing prowess that made me produce this piece. It was the first UM piece I actually took more than a day to write. For what it's worth, I enjoyed your post greatly. It would've stomped my others so far.
Submitted by William_Q_Percy (user info) at 2004-10-24 22:47:29 EDT (#)
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Sorry, I forgot to +2 this...
both were excellent!
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Submitted by ScoutCJustice (user info) at 2004-10-24 22:37:18 EDT (#)
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I laughed at entry two, but it was nothing special. Entry one is awesome. Great job. Always been a sucker for sci-fi.
Submitted by Seralena (user info) at 2004-10-24 21:43:06 EDT (#)
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Good job on both parts.
Submitted by Author #2 at 2004-10-24 20:24:39 EDT (#)
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Author 1, if I am to be utterly outclassed, I am glad this piece is the one doing it. Awesome writing. Keep it up.
Submitted by cexshun (user info) at 2004-10-24 20:11:17 EDT (#)
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Let me think about this for 1 second, oh wait, I don't need to. Bravo #1
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Submitted by stevie_says (user info) at 2004-10-24 19:06:10 EDT (#)
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Both of these were Grade-A.
Some one should publish the best stories from Madness in a book of short stories or something. A lot of these are better than the shitty stories I had to read in High School.
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No contest.
Submitted by tlozoot (user info) at 2004-10-24 16:09:44 EDT (#)
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Can I vote for both?
I'm only voting for this one because I know Entry 1 will win.
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Submitted by Coyote (user info) at 2004-10-24 12:17:58 EDT (#)
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Gotta vote for the Hubble Deep Field.
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I don't really read that as much as I quickly scan them, which is probably what the majority of people do.
Submitted by zakalwe (user info) at 2004-10-24 08:37:21 EDT (#)
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Brilliant stuff.
Submitted by sebcharrot (user info) at 2004-10-24 08:34:23 EDT (#)
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I liked entry one.
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-10-24 08:19:30 EDT (#)
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Entry 2 was really good. It's a shame it was up against Entry 1; there's not really any contest. Entry 1 is one of the best things I've ever read on Uber.
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