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Brandie got me this book for Christmas.
And he got it for two reasons:
1. Because the book cover looked cool.
2. And because it has the same title as a story made by the TAGG boys.

Brandie scanned the "atom" design and used it as the main design element of the gift wrapper.
That yellow atom on a red background is now in my cubicle.
It's sort of my icon or sigil.
To remind me to focus.
That there can be power in something so small.

Other Voyager Classsics are now available at Powerbooks. Makes me want to collect all of them just because they would all look so cool on my bookshelf. All of them are priced at P339 even though some are thicker than others. Makes me want to get a new copy of Neuromancer... just because.

Sci-fi is a forgotten love for me.
One of the books that I read back in the summer of `93 was this thick sci-fi anthology from around the world.
I ended writing one of my only sci-fi stories. Hope to get that published one of these days.

Around a month ago, someone asked me and Gerry to develop a sci-fi story.
I wrote something. Passed it. Then felt that it didn't really feel right.
I'm planning to re-write it this weekend.

It's Palanca season again.
I should really start work on that story for their Future Fiction category.

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