Unstable Future - Chapter 1
commercial flight still was not that pleasant either and it would not get better anytime soon. i am pretty certain there has been a failure in some of the ancient technologies that control the atmosphere.
A Curtain Falls Over Furdom 48: Recognize
You could do a milk commercial," said burt. "feels like forever since i've had milk," i said. "i'm sure it's especially difficult to get now," said burt sitting down. "all the more to appreciate it," i mumbled into my cup.
The Egg Assignment, part 3
The buildings here were less pristinely clean than in sector one, mostly being either commercial or business facilities. however, nestled among the office skyscrapers and the large boxy warehouses was a small building merely three stories tall.
The Carnival
It was only a few days of waiting time before the commercials were shown much more often. each time the day of opening was shown with the time remaining before the first day of the venue.
Translation
"careful shavings from the blade showed a unique blend of metals, not something commercially available in bulk, so to speak. someone had to make this combination as an individual batch.
The Artful Dodger
Lasers in the era it was built were less powerful than even the weakest commercially available projected-energy weapons systems of today.
Realization
Nate asked as the commercial break between shows began. "i guess so, yeah..." cross answered, sighing a bit. "gah, i should've thought to call him and/or mom earlier, ask about things... i can start to smell that lasagna now."
The Best Test
This is beyond commercial sale, my friend; this is the liberation of our species from expectations of performative fashion."
Trust Exercise
The air was free and open, with clusters of residential towers and commercial buildings reaching up to various heights. atlas felt the air sweep past his wings as he swept over the city. being able to fly meant being _free.
A Silly, Merrie, Looney Story (Commission for DragonfireNY)
The horse reached down and grabbed a remote, and fast-forwarding through the three minutes of commercials and advertisements until they arrived back to the story. cimmaron, setting the remote down, slowly approached the cloud. "uh... df? are you okay?"
Chapter 1 - The Loadout
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Werecorgi [M / TF / SFW]
The paper was the color of dirty cream, all handmade valleys and ridges rather than the smooth pure white of commercially produced paper. he'd traded ten sheets of it for a jar of orange juice he'd squeezed himself.