**OPENING NETLOG SESSION**
Well its almost complete... soon I will be able to control THAT from the safety and confort of my extremely cramped Gunship... Well maybe a little later than soon... The program seems to enjoy making IT turn to the left when I am not sending alterations to IT's movement... I also will need to tap into a stations communications equipment, unless I can find a stronger package for the Gunship.... Looks like all my work will soon pay off... Well I am going to grab a beer, then take a well deserved nap...
**NETLOG SESSION END**
While being quite funny, your sig was the biggest one i've ever seen so far. No more than 700x250 please. ~utrack http://pastebin.com/SYQXBufs
**OPENING NETLOG SESSION**
About a year ago, an accident occured onboard the Horon, which resulted in the amputation of my right arm. I was dismayed and feared I would be generally relegated to the ground due to my infirmary, and would never again feel the freedom of swimming through space. However, fortune smiled upon me, for after some discussion with the Hackers and some of my former colleges in Ageira, and reading news and descriptions on the famous terrorist Mon'Star an idea came to me! I might be able to regain my lost arm! I will need a large sum of credits, but it just might work. If this succeeds, I will be better than before.
REMINDER: Contact the Lane Hackers and request information on acquiring mechanical and cybernetic equipment.
**NETLOG SESSION END**
While being quite funny, your sig was the biggest one i've ever seen so far. No more than 700x250 please. ~utrack http://pastebin.com/SYQXBufs
**OPENING NETLOG SESSION**
It is a success. After much pain, toil, and hardship, my creation is complete. It took me 37 attempts, but it is complete. A cybernetic replacement arm, and it works marvelously. It still needs to be disguised as normal flesh and bone in order to avoid attention, but it will do.
In addition to a limb, I have incorporated numerous other ideas into it, including a miniature energy blaster, located between the "shoulder" and "elbow", for self defense. I have also crafted a tiny communications transmitter which is directly connected to my cerebral cortex. With this, and a few simple modifications to my gunship, I SHOULD be able to control various systems with my mind. Well, its just a theory anyway, it worked on the lighting in the bar on Freeport 1. Poor bastards had no clue what was going on. In any case, the numbers add up, so it should work.
**NETLOG SESSION END**
While being quite funny, your sig was the biggest one i've ever seen so far. No more than 700x250 please. ~utrack http://pastebin.com/SYQXBufs
Thomas Merrill, age 25, had purchased this ship, a gunboat designed by the Zoner's, about 4 years ago. Since then, he had renovated non-vital compartments into a sort of living area. Capable of storing enough fuel, water, food, and oxygen to last several months, he spends more time on his ship than on a base or good old Terra Firma. It didn't matter though, he preferred to be alone.
He had previously been working on an "order" of sorts, an artificial intelligence designed to be implanted in ships, to follow predefined patrol routes. The idea of sending machines to such menial tasks seemed a better idea than wasting valuable manpower. The work was boring, but as long as he got paid, it didn't matter. In any case, he had been running himself ragged to meet the demands of a certain group who had contracted him. He had about 72 hours left until the deadline and having gotten a respectable amount done, and having gotten no sleep in almost two days, decided it was time to take a break.
Thomas had just drifted off when the nearby terminal beeped. He laid there a moment before rolling over out of the bed and stood up. "Now what?", he muttered, moving toward the computer.
While being quite funny, your sig was the biggest one i've ever seen so far. No more than 700x250 please. ~utrack http://pastebin.com/SYQXBufs
