maybe its them diazepams youre on
I wish, those things have odd effects on me, I end up so happy I just dont care about anything else. Take enough and I would starve to death. Get a similar effect from a furniture varnish called button polish, one good whiff of that and its woohoo!!!
8-)
I found out working at a furniture place doing a temp job as a favour to the manager. Three days there and I was banned permanently from going near the stuff :cry:
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I planned a little fact at the beginning of the book as to who the lemming with the fried brains father was, except I didnt realise how big an issue that might be.
Think of a press announcement that a 30th century man is the son of the equivalent of a highly genetically modified Prince Phillip, whos been sterilised, and a 90 year old catholic Ambassador, who also likes to bed men a lot.
Add that the Federation laws also state that any offspring of such a relationship have to be destroyed, even though they shouldnt be able to happen. And they are fighting the mother of all battles, against a foe who might actually win. If that isnt going to end with chaos then I dont know what would.
I dont think I can change it now either. Still, not an issue for this book, I can sort something out in the follow on, if he survives this one. Hes a good character though, interesting to work with.