Quote #553
The battered starship bucked and yawed in the frigid belly of the
interstellar ion storm, her tortured steel deckplates screaming as they were
mercilessly wrenched by the lashing gravity tide waves, the ship's disaster
alarms blaring madly and the crash lighting casting an eerie red glow in the
smoke-filled bridge as StarCaptain Lazlo Permute, gripping the diskette
containing the necessary navigation coordinates to finally escape the storm,
waited for the elevator door to the bridge to go "ding" and open."
-- Ken Jessup's entry to the 2001 annual Bulwer-Lytton contest
The battered starship bucked and yawed in the frigid belly of the
interstellar ion storm, her tortured steel deckplates screaming as they were
mercilessly wrenched by the lashing gravity tide waves, the ship's disaster
alarms blaring madly and the crash lighting casting an eerie red glow in the
smoke-filled bridge as StarCaptain Lazlo Permute, gripping the diskette
containing the necessary navigation coordinates to finally escape the storm,
waited for the elevator door to the bridge to go "ding" and open."
-- Ken Jessup's entry to the 2001 annual Bulwer-Lytton contest
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