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[st_arlord]

A curse escape his lips and then a piece of metal went flying through the air. It landed on the pavement of the parking lot and rolled a foot before landing on its side. Quill stood up and looked at the beginning of his project with disdain. It was a chair welded onto a sheet of metal right now and he was currently trying to curve the next piece of metal. There were hunks of metal from various parts of the inn: an abandoned table here, a chair there, the side of the vending machine. After experimenting with some of the items, Quill discovered if he took a side of the vending machine off, it would be replaced the next day. It would be slow going, but maybe in months or a year he'd have enough metal for what he wanted to make.

"Note to self, the fridge door is useless," He said to himself as he kicked the broken metal sheet in frustration.

Building a space ship form scratch is going to take forever

[public journal post]

[st_evengrantrogers]

To Whom It May Concern,

I dreamed about my old cell phone last night and woke up missing the thing this morning.

Funny how a person goes practically their whole life without a certain kind of technology--without even the dream of that kind of technology--and then even just a short amount of time with it makes it seem like you can't do without it.

Now that I'm here, I thought I was enjoying the reprieve. Back to the good old days without the digital, technological leash that I found attached to myself because of my cellular device. Perhaps not. Perhaps I've been subconsciously missing the thing. I hadn't thought about it in ages until the dream last night.

I guess it goes to show we can't run away from our past, however recent it may be.

Anyway, food for thought.
Best,
Steve