I figured as an aside from my 15 minutes of writing, I would introduce myself. My name is John Favaro, I'm 25 years old, and I'm currently finishing up my last year at Columbia College Chicago where I am studying Game Design. I created this blog as a way to force myself to write creatively, which is something I have seemed to stray from since my studies turned more to getting a game made, and less thinking a game up.

These are just quick 15 minute shots. I sit down, I write, I hit publish. I don't allow myself extra time to edit, look up words, or any of that stuff. It is all done on the fly. I hope anyone that reads my rantings enjoys them.

Also, if you read my writings would you please comment on your thoughts? Even if you  stopped reading half way through, or it just wasn't your thing, I would greatly appreciate the feed back.

~John Nathaniel Favaro

Passed up again. "It'll happen next time man, don't worry about it." Friends often say the nicest things right as they pass you. I'm pretty sure at this point I'm more led than man. I've had so many thermal implants that I may classify as a small generator at this point.

It's funny how some people complain about how much it hurts when they pee, shit, stand, walk, sit. I get to say "I glow when I pee," and people give me those awkward sideways glances that people give the crippled veterans that used to litter the old streets back on Earth. At least my power bill has gone down. That is the great thing about these implants, or the gene therapy that can do just about the same thing, you turn into a walking power station.

We land on this floating ice cube, and suddenly not only does heat keep us alive, it gets us where we have to go, powers our weapons, is the cornerstone of every medical advancement since we got here. How did we get all of this though on a planet that would kill you if you spent more than 5 minutes unguarded? Some grade An egghead back at "The Academy for Human Survival," what is now T-Sec put the proverbial 2 and 2 together about humans, and natural heat.

So get this, he figures that since our engines are partially powered by some lab grown bacteria, that if he can get that into something we can make more of, humans, we'll be a bit more likely to survive in this ice box. Much to everyone's surprise it works. We have the first man to ever power a flashlight, and suddenly ever asset we have goes straight to TaHS. Fast forward 2 years, TaHS becomes T-Sec, Thermal Sector, the place where humans go to better themselves and mankind. You get wounded in action? Fill in that hole with a prosthetic organ, and of course the thermal implant to power it.

With your brand new body you go right back to the front lines. Your armor is now lighter, as you don't need the power cells to power your guns anymore. Your gun is smaller, as it doesn't have that huge power plant plugged into it anymore. You are your own power cell.

"That sounds great," some of you may say, but I suspect you'd be wrong. Every power cell a soldier has ever tossed aside because it was "spent" was made of the same material that powers those new kidneys of yours, that fancy synthetic arm, or any of those other fancy toys they strapped to your body. This shit wears out. IT DIES. Just like any of us will die if they send us back out there.

I hear they've been doing some even nastier things in there recently. They've been taking the bodies of our comrades that took one in the head, the heart, or anyone that was unlucky enough to get anywhere near a grenade. I'm not sure what they plan to do with half a body, or someone with soup for brains, and I sure as hell hope the shit that keeps me going dies before I have to find out, or worse...they turn their scalpels on my frozen dead corpse and I have to figure it out first hand.

2 tons of ice and these sleds still shake like a cat in a cage. All the military funding T-Sec throws at the militia and we still get stuck on this ice-down piece of shit. It really is quite funny if you think about it. Mankind travels across the stars in massive ships, decked out with the latest technology on all fronts, then crashes on this giant snowball and starts all over.

This slal-sleds (slalom sleds) aren’t much more than giant ice cubes with thermal generators slapped on the back. They rely on the differences in temperature to force itself across the vast expenses.

The best part is, this being a military version, the generator burns hotter, getting us where we need to infil at bleakness speeds but melts the whole damn sled in the process. We ride in ice laden suicide ships. If we go off course, or slide into some bad intel that is it for us. T-Sec doesn’t waste its fancy repulsor ships on grunts like us, seeing as the only engines we have fell off of the horses we rode in on, we wouldn’t want to destroy what is essentially endangered technology would we?