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coldangel

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« Reply #240 on: 10-16-2007 03:18 »
« Last Edit on: 10-18-2007 00:00 by coldangel_1 »

 
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I love you.
*Makes out with you*

 
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Originally posted by Officer 1BDI:
 And now I hate you.
*makes out with you*

 
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This makes me miss being able to go to the library every week to pick out novels to read
I've mainly been buying books these past few years. My shelves are groaning under the weight. The three novels I used in that previous section are from my private collection. But the other day I finally renewed my old library card when I was looking to get a hold of Moby Dick.

 
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Originally posted by bend_her:
Help! I'm confused!
By what specifically? I thought it was all pretty straightforward. Brainspawn have the ability to trap people within the 'mental realm' of works of fiction. As in The Day the Earth Stood Stupid, Onespawn tred to trap Fry and Leela inside a few very famous books (text from which I directly copied, albeit in slightly modified and abridged form) that you should have read before    wink , as well as one geeky Star Trek fan-fiction.

Thank you all for reading still. We're on the home stretch.
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« Reply #241 on: 10-16-2007 03:29 »

Missy Elliott?
Nooo, I so don't want this to be almost over...Gawd, I read Hound of the Baskervilles in seventh grade. From what I can remember you've got the style down great.

Gripping stuff. The fan-fiction line was fantastic! It would have been awesome if you'd used Wuthering Heights or something...but oh well. This is making me want to reread all my books.

Can't wait for more.
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« Reply #242 on: 10-16-2007 03:40 »

 
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Originally posted by coldangel_1:
I've mainly been buying books these past few years. My shelves are groaning under the weight. The three novels I used in that previous section are from my private collection. But the other day I finally renewed my old library card when I was looking to get a hold of Moby Dick.
Ye who earneth money...
I renewed my card last year, but there is a $10.70 fine on there from when I was a kid somehow (I assume because whenever I'd tell mum the books were due back she'd take 6 weeks to do it) and I can't borrow anything until the fine is under $10. I guess with uni and such I never bothered to go back. But life gets more boring when you drop out, so hopefully I can go back to the old routines. Library was probably my favourite class at high school. Just sit there getting lost in fiction and tune-out everybody else who got anything out and sat at their tables pretending to read while mucking around.

Home stretch huh? I suppose when you add a storey to a house it could be classified as having been vertically stretched ...
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« Reply #243 on: 10-16-2007 06:38 »
« Last Edit on: 10-16-2007 06:38 »

 
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“Something like that. At least four dimensions are being broken down here…”

Five if you count the fourth wall, which was already strained to breaking point by that giant brain a few chapters back...
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« Reply #244 on: 10-16-2007 21:31 »

I liked the throwback to TDTESS, one of my favorite ideas from the series. It also reminded me that I wanted to get some novels and such to read, as I'm ashamed of not being as well read as I'd like to be, and string theory doesn't really cut it as a break from schoolwork very often. Also, I'd like to commend you on having your plot device account for your tweaks in the characters. A truly amazing story so far, and I can't wait to see how everything ends up.
THM

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« Reply #245 on: 10-17-2007 13:57 »

And another step closer to the end...

It's neat to see that even something as powerful as Onespawn falls prey to instinct - hiding in stories just like the Brain in 'Stood Stupid'. Of course, referring to the 'real world' in this story as another fiction is an interesting twist, and I'm eager to see where this path leads...  smile

'Naked ladies, naked ladies, naked ladies, naked ladies!'

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« Reply #246 on: 10-18-2007 02:51 »
« Last Edit on: 10-18-2007 02:51 by coldangel_1 »

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Chapter 25: The End of the Beginning

The world stopped.

   Light, of the kind that flared at the very first moments of the Universe, was omnipresent. It was old, eldritch light; the light of creation, and of destruction. The Dark Moon above Manhattan had collapsed into a single point of incandescent brilliance that bathed the world in its splendour, and not constrained by any of the Universe’s accrued physical laws, the illumination traversed effortlessly through rock and steel, shining down even underground upon the city’s less lofty inhabitants and the refugees who sought shelter with them.

   The beleaguered population of New New York, crouched in the sewers for protection, looked up in amazement as light surrounded them. Morris and Munda gasped fearfully, worry for their daughter’s wellbeing reaching new heights. Bender paused in telling stories to the frightened Cookieville orphans, and Farnsworth forgot for a moment the grief he felt for having lost Mom.

   The crew of Planet Express observed the phenomenon with apprehension.



   …None but Nibbler could know the full implication. Unnoticed by them all, the little three-eyed creature flickered and then vanished in a flash. Before he went, a smile had spread across his face…

   The light continued to illuminate everything, growing in power and seeming to consume all.

   For a time, the Universe ceased to exist.

* * *

Three consciousnesses remained intact at the centre of the time-space conflagration: Onespawn, the architect of doom; Turanga Leela, the Other; and Philip J. Fry, the Mighty One.

   As the Lance of Fate sliced into Onespawn, temporal energy had flowed through Fry and was channelled by the esoteric matter of the weapon, which then melted away into the nothingness from whence it came, but its awesome power remained. Fry and Onespawn both glowed brightly, and Leela squeezed her eye shut against the glare. It was no good; the light passed right through her eyelid.

   “Fry?” she shouted against the roar of each moment in history spinning around them. “What’s happening?”

   “Everything at once,” he replied, floating free of her grasp in the sudden absence of gravity. “And at the same time nothing at all.” Leela opened her eye and looked upon him, and her breath caught. Where before had been skin was now only light, brilliant white. It was as if a sunbeam had donned a grubby pair of jeans and a red jacket. The Lance of Fate, finally serving its purpose, had transformed the spontaneously manifested temporal paradox, Philip Fry, into an avatar of the continuum.

   “I can see everything, Leela,” said the being she could now only think of as Uber-Fry. “Every point in time and space revolves around us right here and now. I can touch it all… I can do anything…”

   “What… what are you saying?” Leela asked desperately. “Are you a God?”

   “I have no idea what I am,” Fry replied, looking at his glowing white hands. “Maybe this is what it really means to be the Mighty One… Nibbler never told me…”

   A terrible sound crashed over them, above the screaming energies of the time-space collapse. It was a long piteous cry that reverberated through the aether. Onespawn, massive and shrouded in light, writhed nearby, with vast tracts of its pseudoflesh dissolving and seeming to be drawn away in swirling vortexes of matter rapidly transforming to energy. The last of the Brainspawn race was being recombined back to its origin point.

   “No!” the creature bellowed as its quantum field buckled. “I cannot end! I cannot!”

   Fry turned in the empty screaming bubble of light that encased them, and regarded Onespawn.

   “It’s over,” he said.

   “I don’t want to die!” the creature said, with the psychic projection of its voice conveying a pitiful whimper. “I don’t want to lose myself… I don’t want to die!”

   “You won’t!” Fry said. “You won’t die. Nothing ever dies… we all just change into something else… It’ll all be okay… you’ll see. You will live…”

   Onespawn’s mass dwindled as more and more of it was stripped away into the quantum recombination. With the last remaining vestiges of its psyche, it posed a question to Fry.

   “Why would you fight so hard for a Universe where your fate is not your own… where everything you know is an abstraction?”

   Fry hung poised at the centre of everything and looked at the creature as it rapidly faded away; the question left him with nothing to say. “I…I don’t know,” he admitted at last. The giant brain vanished, and from the point of its departure a wave of nothingness radiated out, quantum backlash erupting like ripples in a pond. Fry and Leela were enveloped by the rushing front of unreality, and their awareness of all physicality ended.

   Two minds were adrift in the sea of non-existence.

   Katey Sagal’s well-rounded voice echoed through the void. “Fry?” she said fearfully.

   “Leela?” replied one of Billy West’s varied voices, a thin nasally one.

   “Where are we?” Katey asked.

   “Nowhere,” Billy said. “And I think the better question would be – who are we?”

   “I’m scared Fry…”

   “Don’t be. We’ll see our way through this. We always do… together.”

   “I want to touch you… I can’t feel anything.”

   “Hmm.” There was a flicker in the dark, like a match struck on a moonless night. “Let’s see what I can do about that,” said Billy West.

   Reality began to cascade around the two minds as if a floodgate had been opened. In six seconds, the Mighty One created the heavens and the Earth, and saw that it was good…

* * *

The sound of a whistling kettle found its way into Leela’s dream, and she turned over, burying her face into the soft pillows. It was warm and comfortable, and the noise of someone moving about in the kitchen of the cosy one-bedroom apartment evoked a sense of contentment in her, even as she dozed lightly.

   Wait, what? An edge of confusion undercut that contentment, and she roused at last, opening her eye and looking around the homely little bedroom with its high window where ornamental keepsakes sat on the sill in the morning light.

   It appeared familiar, and oddly she seemed to remember the history of each item. The chipped old wardrobe they’d found at a yard sale… while the dresser had once belonged to Fry’s mother…

   Fry? She looked at the bedside table and saw their wedding photo as if she’d looked at it a million times before, the lines of both their faces etched into her brain. She surged upright in the bed as a disorienting sense of unreality shot through her.

   Wasn’t I just… somewhere else?

   Fry pushed through the door suddenly, wearing a dressing gown and carrying a tray with mugs of ground coffee and a pile of blackened toast.

   “Goooodmorning, my love,” he said extravagantly, with a wide grin.

   “Hey baby…” Leela said uncertainly. “You made breakfast?”

   “I burnt breakfast,” Fry clarified, setting the tray down beside her. “But the coffee’s drinkable.” He crunched a piece of the burnt toast between his teeth with a grimace and rolled back into bed beside her.

   Leela sipped her coffee and looked around. There was something troubling. She was happy, but at the same time an inexplicable concern lurked beneath the shadow of consciousness. Grasping it was like trying to nail jelly to a wall.

   “I think I had a strange dream,” she said. “But I don’t remember what it was about…”

   “It’s alright,” Fry murmured quietly. “It’s finished now. We don’t have to think about it again.”

   “We?” Leela frowned at him.

   Fry leaned across and kissed her on the neck, and she sighed, relaxing against him. “We’re still going to Coney Island with your parents today, right?” he said.

   “My parents?” Leela looked confused. “But how…?”

   Just then, a scruffy-looking brown dog scampered in and leaped up onto the bed, trotting around and wagging his tail happily.
 


   “Hey there, Seymour,” Fry said, scratching the mutt behind the ear.

   “Fry, get him off the bed,” Leela said automatically. “I told you I don’t like finding his hair all over the blanket…” She paused. “…Did I?”

   “Okay, okay,” Fry said, shooing the dog away. “I’m gonna shower and get ready.” He kissed her on the lips, and she returned the kiss, wondering why it felt so amazing to be able to do so without fear or guilt – after all, she’d done it a million times before… hadn’t she?

   When he was gone, she looked at the gold band on her ring finger, and tried to remember back to their wedding day. They had been wed, she knew that… but exact details were difficult to pin down…

   It was as if everything that had happened in her life before waking up that morning was obscured by a heavy mist. Only vague shapes were discernible.

   “What’s going on?” she asked herself.

   When Fry and Leela left the apartment later that morning, Leela paused for a moment on the stoop looking around in wonder at the quaint brownstone buildings of Georgetown, Brooklyn, and antique wheeled vehicles that lined the streets. There were no flying ships or tube-lines marring the brilliant blue sky, and not a single owl could be seen – instead there were birds she recognised as the long-extinct pigeon perched on the building’s concrete façade.

   “We’re in the twentieth century?” she said in confusion.

   “1995, or there about,” Fry replied. “I’d have gone for the height of culture and style – 1982 – but I couldn’t remember enough to put it all together.”

   “What?” Leela looked hard at him.

   “Come on, let’s go and see if Bender’s fixed the old ‘Mighty One’ yet. I bet he’ll find some way to charge us an arm and a leg.”

   “Bender?” Leela looked bewildered, but went along with Fry as he sauntered along the footpath. The summer sun had begun to increase in strength, and on a street-corner a group of children played beneath a fan of water from an opened fire hydrant. They laughed and jumped about, and waved happily at Fry and Leela as the couple walked past.

   That isn’t right… Leela looked back at them. None were gasping in horror, throwing up, or pulling faces at her back. Her prominent mutation had gone completely unnoticed. She opened her mouth to ask Fry about it, but he appeared blissfully happy, so she stayed silent.

   On the next street was BS Mechanical Workshop, with the B and S standing for Bender and Scruffy. Since Scruffy seldom did any work, and Bender never paid him, it was really a one robot operation. A robot… in the twentieth century… bound to be an oddity, but like Leela’s eye he had failed to draw attention.

   “Hey, I fixed up the oil leak and rear suspension problem on the Mighty One,” Bender said, stepping out of the garage section with a grease-rag in his hand and a grubby bandanna wrapped around his head. “One of the pistons was misfiring as well, so I took care of it. That’ll only triple the price. You keep running that old beast, it’s gonna put my kids through college.”

   “You have kids?” Leela said in shock.

   “Well, by kids, I of course mean my gambling and alcoholism,” the robot replied. “And by ‘put through college’ I mean ‘pay up now or I’ll sell your bike for scrap’.”

   Fry paid the robot, and Leela walked into the garage. Her mouth fell open in amazement. A pristine, beautifully-preserved 1939 Norton 500 motorcycle stood gleaming in the middle of the workshop. She walked around the ancient machine, trailing a hand over the chrome and leatherwork.

   “This is ours?” she said in wonder.

   “It’s yours,” Fry replied, strolling over and handing her a helmet and leather jacket. “I’m just a passenger.”

   “Fry…” She looked at him. “Philip… is all of this… real?”

   “I don’t know, Leela,” he replied. “You’d have to find a definition before I could answer that. What’s real?”

   Memory bubbled up inside Leela’s mind, fleeting and uncertain; a giant brain… a blazing figure of light. “Did you… did you do something?” she asked him. “Did you make this place?”

   “I did.” Fry nodded. “Memory and dreams made solid – the best of every world. Come on, let’s go for a ride.”

   In a daze, Leela donned her helmet and jacket and got on the bike. Fry climbed up behind her, holding onto her waist. She kick-started the old beast and they motored noisily out of the garage and away down the street. Golden sunlight bathed the city, and people on the street smiled for no reason. Now that she knew, Leela realized the sanitized and over-polished nature of the world around her – glowing bright with friendliness and goodwill.

   She sighed and gunned the old Norton up through Kensington and into one of the entrances of Prospect Park. She turned onto the grass and switched off the old bike, sitting for a moment and gazing at the rolling meadow. After a time, she kicked the stand down and climbed off, walking away for a short distance. Fry strolled behind her silently, giving her time to think.

   At last she turned to him, looking earnest. “This is just another fiction, isn’t it?” she said. “As wonderful as it is here… as beautiful as this life seems, it’s no different from those books…”

   “But I’m the writer now,” Fry said, thumbing his chest. “And this is no less real than our own world.”

   “Whatever our world is, Fry, it’s ours.”

   “And it’s brutal and unfair, Santa Claus is homicidal, people die, and giant brains try to destroy everything.” Fry sighed and gestured at the verdant fields of the park. “Here we can have everything we ever wanted – my family is here, alive, your parents live aboveground… there aren’t any alien invasions or disasters… and I have my Delta wave – I’m smart now. We can live ‘happily ever after’, in the time and space beyond the words ‘the end’, beyond the influence of any force but our own will – for eternity if we want, there’s no time here eating at us, making us wither away… no Nielsen Ratings undermining us. We can stay like this forever…”

   “Forever?” Leela repeated, gently taking hold of his arm. “What good is eternity if we don’t have today? You can’t make life what you want it to be by simply throwing it all away and building something unreal from your imagination. That’s not what life is – the mountaineer doesn’t conquer the mountain by blowing it up. Life is what you make from what’s been given – sure, it’s hard and rough and sometimes not everything goes the way we want it to, but that’s all part of it. We keep moving forward, and we do it together.”

   Fry stared at her for a long time, his face unreadable. “And what if Onespawn was right?” he asked finally. “What if we’re just puppets?”

   “You really believe that?” Leela asked with a little smirk.

   “Do you?”

   “No, but would it matter? Maybe the puppeteers are having their own strings pulled as well. Do we care? What difference does it make to a puppet to know the world is a stage? The world is what we have, it’s what we know. The world makes us, we don’t make it – we just live in it because it’s a part of us.”

   “You’d give up paradise?” Fry asked her. “You’d prefer the grime and the toil?”

   “Our grime. Our toil.” Leela leaned close to him, smiling sweetly. “I wouldn’t give it up for all the antique motorcycles in the world.”

   Fry watched her, and a smile slowly spread across his face, then he was laughing hard, with tears streaming down his cheeks. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, spinning around.

   “I love you so much Leela,” he said. “You’re the Other alright. I guess this was your role – to persuade me, to make me see the light. You did – you’re right. Thank you.” He held her by the shoulders and looked into her glistening eye.

   “What happens now?” she asked him.

   “Now I put things back the way they were,” Fry said. “That’s my role – what Nibbler knew I’d do, with your gentle push.” He drew her close and kissed her. When they broke apart, Leela noticed that the parkland around them was quickly fading to white, all colour and detail bleaching away.

   “So I’ll see you… on the other side?” she asked.

   Fry looked uncertain for a moment. “I hope so,” he said. “Not really sure how this is gonna go. It won’t be easy – a lot of damage was done, and it’ll take a lot to set things right again.”

   Leela was suddenly frightened. “Fry, what are you saying?” she asked.

   His eyes began to glow. “Putting it all back together is easy in theory,” he said. “I’m a difficulty though, because technically I shouldn’t exist – temporal paradox and all. I have no place in time, so returning me to the timestream is like trying to staple one page from a book into the middle of another book and making it seem like it fits in the story…”

   “But Fry…!” Leela gasped desperately. “I didn’t know… please, you can’t…”

   “It’s okay,” he said. Now they stood alone in blank whiteness, Fry becoming intangible slowly. “The present is a point too small to hit, so I’ll aim for the past.”

   “What do you mean?” Leela said, reaching for him. Her hands passed straight through.

   “Go to the place where we first met,” Fry said, his voice sounding distant. “If I can… I’ll meet you there again.”

   “Wait!” Leela called, but he was gone. The whiteness pressed down upon her and then exploded outward. Time and space abruptly inflated back into existence…

Futurama returned from hiatus…

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…and with a crackling boom the quantum conflagration above New New York collapsed on itself in a blinding flash and vanished – Onespawn and the Dark Moon had gone. The sky over the damaged city was suddenly clear, and a lone figure floated down as gently as a feather on the breeze toward the top of Momcorp tower.

   Unseen energies lay the sleeping form of Turanga Leela down upon the ground that had somehow been scattered with rose petals. She opened her eye and looked up into the azure sky.

   “Fry?” she said uncertainly, sitting up and glancing around. There was nothing to answer her but the small eddies of wind that swirled around the top of the building. She looked up, willing him to appear, but knowing he would not. Tears began streaming from her eye.
 


   “It isn’t fair,” she murmured to herself.

   “What is fair and what is right are seldom alike,” said a strange voice from behind her. It was deep, yet melodious, rich and full. She turned around to see, where before there had been nothing, a strange creature floating above the concrete with no apparent means of levitation. It was pale green, with slender limbs and a long tail. Its oversized head bore three eyes that glowed like emeralds. There was a sense of serenity radiating from it; a rightness.

   Leela knew what it was instinctively.
 


   “Nibbler?” she said.

   “No longer,” the creature replied. “What was sundered and undone is now whole. The two made one. Brainspawn and Nibblonian together, coherent. We now realize the full potential of our nature…”

   “What about Fry?” Leela asked tearfully.

   “He is not here. Not yet,” the BrainNibbler said. “But hold him to your heart and await. He is part of you, as we are all part of each other.” The creature began to ascend into the air, and suddenly there were thousands more of the same. The BrainNibblers floated up into the sky; unified, majestic. Godlike.

   “We thank you,” said the being that had once been Nibbler and Onespawn. “The life and love of beautiful beings such as humanity gives us hope. Live in the light of truth and forever aspire to be all you can. Farewell.”

   As Leela watched, the beings vanished into the sky, toward whatever strange destiny awaited them. She was left standing alone, hugging herself against the chill wind.

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(Note: no, it isn't quite finished yet.)   wink
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« Reply #247 on: 10-18-2007 03:12 »

...So, Billy West is God?

...

That.  Was.  Awesome!  Oh man, I hope he comes back.  I don't care about the cliche happy ending; I know you can do it right, and damn it, I want him to come back.  frown
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« Reply #248 on: 10-18-2007 03:25 »

I think this may be my favourite chapter. As of yet anyway. It stood out for some reason...
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« Reply #249 on: 10-18-2007 03:30 »
« Last Edit on: 10-18-2007 03:30 by coldangel_1 »

 
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...So, Billy West is God?

Nah. Just the voice of a temporary god, with a lower-case 'g', just so I'm not treading on the toes of any churches out there.
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I think this may be my favourite chapter. As of yet anyway. It stood out for some reason...

Aww. It did have a certain something.

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The 1939 Norton 500 is the motorbike that Che Guevara and Alberto Granado toured through South America on. They called it "La Poderosa" - The Mighty One.
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« Reply #250 on: 10-18-2007 05:11 »

Well whaddya know... Fry can capitalize on a situation...  smile

Nicely done, although I almost missed the fine print at the bottom of the post!
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« Reply #251 on: 10-18-2007 11:13 »

 
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Originally posted by coldangel_1:
Nah. Just the voice of a temporary god, with a lower-case 'g', just so I'm not treading on the toes of any churches out there.

Sorry; I didn't mean to single out the Christian god; that was my Catholic upbringing leaking through.

Also: interesting stuff.
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« Reply #252 on: 10-18-2007 13:08 »
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You know, with all the stuff about reality (what is real, what isn't, what you make of it), I wasn't at all surprised to see Evangelion making an appearance here. And it was handled with style. (Neat idea of incorporating the series coming off of hiatus.) Interesting new form for the Nibblonians, too. This has been an excellent series, and it's a pity it has to end. But it has been fun.  smile

'Naked ladies, naked ladies, naked ladies, naked ladies!'

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« Reply #253 on: 10-18-2007 13:31 »

wow, this is amazing, way to go
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« Reply #254 on: 10-18-2007 14:14 »

Congratulations!  big grin
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« Reply #255 on: 10-18-2007 16:02 »
« Last Edit on: 10-18-2007 16:02 »

That was great coldangel, your writing is so good. This is going to be one of those fan-fics that becomes famous.
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« Reply #256 on: 10-18-2007 17:34 »
« Last Edit on: 10-18-2007 17:34 »

Amazing chapter coldy. Cant wait for the next part.
 
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Originally posted by Officer 1BDI:Oh man, I hope he comes back. I don't care about the cliche happy ending; I know you can do it right, and damn it, I want him to come back.
Agreed. IMO cliched happy endings are the only way to end something like this. I love your stories they are so good. Also coldy I love you.  love
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« Reply #257 on: 10-18-2007 20:51 »

this is so amazing!
km73

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« Reply #258 on: 10-18-2007 21:07 »

Wow.

Just...wow.

Speechless.
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« Reply #259 on: 10-19-2007 07:05 »

Nice.
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« Reply #260 on: 10-19-2007 08:06 »

Cryst! Was that ever ugly.
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« Reply #261 on: 10-19-2007 09:08 »

I give it the best grade posible...

A Plus, Plus.
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« Reply #262 on: 10-19-2007 09:16 »

I mean im all for making fun of shows but this Naruto crap or whatever "crossed the line" as Bender put it..
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« Reply #263 on: 10-19-2007 14:17 »

Can I breathe again now?
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« Reply #264 on: 10-20-2007 01:48 »

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Epilogue: All Quiet on the Future Front

The people of New New York emerged gradually from the sewer vents amid rubble and deitrus as dust settled on their city; a sense of numb disbelief tempered by gratitude at their survival. None could fully comprehend the forces that had been at play, but there was an awareness that an event of monumental significance had transpired and their lives were owed to parties unknown.

   Although some were known.

   The sewer mutants, hesitant in the face of so much unaccustomed exposure, were ushered, blinking in the light, out of the underground by a tide of grateful citizens singing their praises. The bemused sewer-dwellers had no choice but to be drawn along into the impromptu heroes’ parade under the brilliant blue sky and blazing sun that most had only glimpsed through the grilles of stormwater drains. In the midst of terror, when darkness threatens, it is often the case that all the lesser fears and flimsy prejudices are shattered and human beings come to realize the only thing of any worth that they have is each other.

   Morris and Munda reflected on that as they were hugged and cheered by strangers grateful for the subterranean sanctuary that had been given – staying on the surface would surely have been lethal if the mounds of shattered glass and collapsed facades were anything to go by.

   “I guess Leela was right,” Morris said as his hand was shaken enthusiastically by a Cygnoid. “Maybe things will be different now.”

   “A simple act of human decency, that’s all it took,” Munda said. “Oh Leela… she’s so smart… I hope she’s okay.”

   “She’s okay,” Morris said. “She’s a tough one, our girl. Besides, she had Philip with her.”

   As the mutants were welcomed into the upper world, Dwayne muttered in Vyolet’s scaled ear:

   “Great, they finally let us into their shining metropolis minutes after it’s reduced to a smoking ruin. Big-hearted of them.” Despite himself though, a grin had found its way onto the mutant’s face and he couldn’t get rid of it.

   The Planet Express crew, minus Fry and Leela, looked up at the empty sky, and then by unspoken agreement they began pushing through the milling crowds toward Momcorp tower.

   “They’re probably fine, right?” Bender said with a small edge of panic in his voice. “I mean, not that I care either way, of course, but…” He wrung his hands nervously.

   “Of course, Bender,” Farnsworth said placatingly. “People caught at the centre of quantum singularities never suffer any ill-effects.” He pulled a face at Hermes when the robot looked away, shaking his head and pantomiming a finger across his throat.

   Leela sat alone at the top of the half-demolished tower with the wind gently tugging at her hair. Her emotional bank account was overdrawn and confusion reigned. Although her body had been returned feeling totally rejuvenated, all of her injuries and aches miraculously healed, there was still a deeper exhaustion that left her staring blankly into space and trembling slightly.

   The others found her like that, and she was only distantly aware of Scruffy putting his jacket around her shoulders and Amy helping her to her feet. Questions were being asked, but Leela tuned them out, trying to think back to the now-hazy details of the bubble universe that Fry had created… What was it that he’d told her?

   “What?” she murmured.

   “I said – where is Fry?” Zoidberg repeated.

   “Fry…” Leela frowned, trying to recall.

   “You know,” Hermes said. “Spiky carrot-top, grooming habits of a Baboon. Always lustin’ after you like a drunken green snake after a garden hose…”

   “I know who he is, jackass,” she muttered.

   “Well, what happened, confound it woman!?” Farnsworth snapped.

   “I don’t… remember…” Leela said. “There was a motorbike, and Bender was there… and we had a little one-bedroom apartment in Brooklyn in the 20th century… but none of it was real, not exactly…”

   The others cast meaningful glances at each other.

   “I think we should take Leela somewhere where she can lay down,” Amy said softly, taking the cyclops woman by the hand and gently leading her away.

* * *

The day wore on.

   As the city struggled to pick up the pieces, aid was offered by the Omicronians, whose fleet had appeared ominously above. New New Yorkers found themselves working side-by-side with looming green Omicron soldier caste in clearing debris and putting together makeshift shelters for those left homeless by Onespawn’s attack.

   As the sun sank toward the horizon, Mayor Poopenmeyer called a conference on the steps of city hall, and he spoke applauding the virtues of strength and determination in the face of adversity. He then extended a hand of friendship to Lrrr (who fidgeted in discomfort beneath the unfamiliar exaltation) and to Dwayne, who stood as representative of the mutant population - now welcomed as full citizens with all the dubious rights and questionable privileges enjoyed by everyone else. They would not be returning to the sewers.

   The Planet Express building had fared reasonably well, designed as it was to withstand doomsday weapons. Most of the team went across the street to help the lesbian coven rebuild their front wall, leaving Leela in a light slumber on the couch, watched over by her parents.

   Memory flitted through her mind, faulty and uncertain. Fry was gone – but where? Leela whimpered a little in her sleep and turned over. What was it he’d said?

   Suddenly the words returned to her from out of the mists of unreality, and her eye snapped open.

   “The place where we first met!” she said, sitting bolt upright.

   “Leela? Are you alright?” Munda said, looking concerned.

   “That’s where he said he’d be!” Leela got to her feet and started toward the door.

   “Who?” Morris called out.

   “Fry! I’m going to find Fry!” She raced out, leaving her parents looking at each other in surprise.

   Leela raced through the busy, rubble-strewn streets as fast as she could, vaulting over fallen masonry and dodging hoverdollies laden with mortar. Her boots pounded the pavement. She rounded a corner, skidded to a stop, and kicked open the door to Applied Cryogenics.

   The building was dim and quiet, with the rows of stasis pods humming away on their centuries-long tasks. Leela walked through her old workplace, looking around.

   “Fry?” she called. “Are you here?”

   There was no response, and Leela hung her head dejectedly, feeling loneliness creep over her. “Where are you?” she whispered.

   Deciding to wait, because it was all she could do, Leela pulled out a folding chair and sat down in the empty room amid the cryogenic tubes, drumming her fingers on her kneecaps.

   “He’ll come back,” she told herself. “He said he would.”

   Time passed, and Leela’s anxiety built. Treacherously, her thoughts began prodding at the possibility that Fry might never return, and though she tried to quell them, they remained stubbornly. After all, hadn’t he said that as a temporal paradox he had no place in time?

   Time… that’s right… Leela stood up suddenly, remembering what he’d told her: “The present is a point too small to hit, so I’ll aim for the past.”

   “The past,” she said, with realization erupting like a starburst. She raced over to the cryogenic tubes and began checking the frosted glass panels one by one; dismissing each frozen face that didn’t belong to the man she sought.

   “Come on, Fry,” she muttered under her breath, moving along the line of tubes. At length she’d checked them all, and none of them contained Fry. The last in the line held a frozen figure she remembered from her time working at Applied Cryogenics – it was a John Doe, like Fry had been, but with a pair of coveralls on and a baseball cap pulled low over the face so that features couldn’t be seen. Years ago there had been idle office chatter about the identity of the man in the last cryo-tube, and now Leela knew who it was… or hoped she did. He had to conceal his face, obviously, as he’d been laying dormant a few spaces up from where an earlier version of himself had also slumbered, and because he and Leela had been to Applied Cryogenics together… recognition could have been disastrous.

   Leela checked the timer on the tube. It still had more than five hundred years left, but knowing Fry’s grasp of mathematics she ignored that and turned it all the way to zero. The mechanism chimed and a pulse of microwave energy illuminated the cryogenic pod briefly as it defrosted, and its door swung open with a hiss and a cloud of vapour.

   “Ugh… just another couple of centuries,” a drowsy voice muttered from within the misty tube. The figure inside tried to roll over and go back to cryo-sleep.

   “Fry?” Leela said.

   “Huh? Leela?” The man looked up, and beneath the hat it was indeed…

   “Fry!” Leela pulled him bodily out of the tube and embraced him, squeezing him so tightly it hurt.

   “Oh snap! It worked!” Fry said.

“Yeah, it worked,” Leela replied breathlessly. “How long were you…?”

   “Well, I turned up in about 2500,” he said. “Which means… Five thousand years. But the dial only went up to one thousand…”

   Leela smiled. “I was afraid for a little while there,” she confessed, leaning her forehead against his.

   “Sorry about that,” Fry said.

   “So all this time, ever since we first met, there’s actually been another one of you right here…?”

   “Yeah. Kinda trippy, huh?”

   “Hmm.” She stared into his eyes. “Do you still… I mean… are you…?”

   “Nope,” Fry said. “No more funky powers. It’s just me now. Stupid as a box full of stupid. Nothing special at all.”

   “Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” Leela said, pressing her lips against his. They stood that way for a long time, before finally Fry shrugged out of the coveralls, exposing his red and blue outfit, and discarded the baseball cap. He and Leela left the building and walked hand-in-hand into the dusk. Fry looked around at the half-destroyed city and chuckled to himself.

   “I see it all turned out okay,” he remarked.

   “Sure,” Leela replied uncertainly. “Although maybe while you had those powers you could have tried to repair some of the damage.”

   “I dunno,” Fry said, gesturing across the street to where a human, a mutant, and an Omicronian worked together to shore up some support struts that held a damaged wall. “I think I like it better like this,” he said. “Grime and toil, just like you told me.”

   Leela looked at the three mortal enemies working side-by-side, and realized he was right. Sometimes the smallest changes required the biggest catalysts.

   They wandered through the streets and eventually Bender caught sight of them as they approached Planet Express. He raced over enthusiastically.

   “Fry! You’re alright!” he said.

   “Yeah, it’s all over,” Fry told him. “Getting about time for the credits to roll, I think.”

   “What?” Leela looked at him. “Credits? Do you mean as in…?”

   Fry smirked at her.

   “Ha,” she said, smiling at her own gullibility. “You almost had me.”

-The End.




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Decapodian

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« Reply #265 on: 10-20-2007 02:10 »

Very good. Bender's got Leela's wallet.
Officer 1BDI

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« Reply #266 on: 10-20-2007 02:20 »

I knew that's what that picture was for!  big grin

...

Oh man, it's over.  Your last story is finally finished.

Coldy, thank you for sharing your work with us.  It's been a pleasure reading your prose and gawking at your art.
Robo D Rulz!!

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« Reply #267 on: 10-20-2007 02:22 »

Great Fan-fic coldy, thats all I can say, just great.  big grin
bend_her

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« Reply #268 on: 10-20-2007 03:12 »
« Last Edit on: 10-20-2007 03:12 »

 
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“Although maybe while you had those powers you could have tried to repair some of the damage.”

“I dunno,” ... “I think I like it better like this,” he said. “Grime and toil, just like you told me.”
Nice!

Looks like my prediction about Kif was wrong... where's he anyway?

That was a great story, I really enjoyed it. I wish you'd keep writing more.
THM

Bending Unit
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« Reply #269 on: 10-20-2007 06:23 »

Good stuff. And like the lady says, "Anywhere can be heaven, if you let it."

That last picture is really neat, and I like the way that you leave finding Fry to nearly the very end, just to amp up the tension that little bit more. I'd give you a two-thumbs-up icon/picture, but they only have the one. Rest assured, though, it is *way* up.  smile

Damn shame this is your last story, coldangel, but you're certainly going out with a blast!  big grin

'Naked ladies, naked ladies, naked ladies, naked ladies!'

- Justice Snoop Dogg, Into the Wild Green Yonder
SpaceCase

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« Reply #270 on: 10-20-2007 16:45 »

 
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Originally posted by THM:
...  I'd give you a two-thumbs-up icon/picture, but they only have the one. Rest assured, though, it is *way* up.   smile
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Originally posted by THM:
... Damn shame this is your last story, coldangel, but you're certainly going out with a blast!   big grin
What THM said!
Excellent story, but I hate to see it end.
If this story is your average writing quality, it's a wonder you're not published.
But that's as far as I'll go down that road!
I hope your "retirement" from writing Futurama fic's turns out to be a "hiatus."   wink
Good work, my friend.
tyraniak

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« Reply #271 on: 10-20-2007 16:47 »

that was an amzing story, "stupid as a box full of stupid"
SonicPanther

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« Reply #272 on: 10-20-2007 19:04 »



My god, I'm near tears now. Not because I'm sad, but because that just  blew me away. This is the single best fanfic I have ever read. Everything about it was amazing and creative... I tip my metaphorical hat to you, Coldy. I hope you'll become a published author some day.
Bendersfan1221

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« Reply #273 on: 10-20-2007 20:06 »
« Last Edit on: 10-20-2007 20:06 »

Whoa! Amazing ending to an amazing story. Love that to you went with the cliched happy ending. I can't believe that this is your last story. I hope that you change your mind and make it a hiatus. I ca'nt believe that your not a published writer your so good and your pictures rock. I agree with SP this is the best fan fic that I have ever read in my non-professional carreer of reading fan fictions.
coldangel

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« Reply #274 on: 10-20-2007 20:07 »

Thank you all very much. I'm so glad you enjoyed this work. I was really going for broke on this one, trying to create what I imagined to be the ultimate fan-fiction; and that's not really in terms of quality so much as themes (although I do try to keep the quality high for you all).

Before I get into that though, I'd probably be remiss not to mention some of the obvious and not-so-obvious inspirations that helped shape Blame it on the Brain... These include:

Neon Genesis & The End of Evangelion
Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children
The Edge of Polity by Neal Asher
The Matrix Revolutions
Serenity
The Dark Crystal
Star Trek: The Motion Picture
Terry Prachett's Discworld series

There are others too.

In writing this fic I hoped to say a lot on the subject of finality and the nature of fan-fiction, and indeed fandom itself. You could call it a critique I suppose, but I prefer to think of it more as gentle advice. When people such as we become attached to fictional worlds, our naturally obsessive leanings cause us to form a kind of dependancy on them, as with a drug, and when that happens they will expand to fill all the nooks and crannies of life, and the line between what is real and what is fantasy becomes blurred.

“All is fiction!” Onespawn’s voice bellowed. “There is no difference!”

So, of course, a private reality becomes a difficult thing to walk away from. Even after the credits roll, we geeks set about filling the empty time between episodes or the new season, constantly expanding and continuing this mental realm for our own amusement. This we call fan-fiction; the ultimate crystalization of addiction to something not real.

“Toil pointlessly forever under the auspices of fanboy obsession!” the psychic voice bellowed. “Trapped here within the confines of non-canonical obscurity! Hahaha!”

Onespawn sought an escape from the constant and pointless regurgitation of themes and the maintaining of a comfortable status-quo where everything goes right back to normal at the end of the episode. Because this is not how real life works - it is, as the creature said, an abstraction. In reality, all things come to an end - lives, loves, and animated television shows. Seeking to perpetuate one's immersion is akin to Robot 1-X Ultima's singular purpose that couldn't be allowed to end.

“Fry, can you imagine for a moment a life dedicated to a singular goal, so focused and uncompromising that the attainment of the goal itself would mean an end to the life?”

Of course, we're a bit of a paradox in that regard, same as Ultima. We'll yearn to see the mythology and relationships play out toward their logical conclusions, but at the same time we're averse to them actually attaining completion. But completion is part of the natural scheme of things; that's how we avoid becomeing stagnant, mired in the murk and mud of immobility or declining ratings.

Hence, this is my last fanfic. That's all part of the point, really; the importance of moving on, seeking out new things. While we remain anchored to a fixed point we cannot grow or change. And my advice to everyone would be to enjoy your escapism for what it is - a bit of fun, not to be taken too seriously. Don't let it consume you. There's a real life as well.

“But… I think we’re more real than we used to be… I mean, can you remember a time before this last week when things were so serious?”

I won't preach anymore. I had kicked around the idea of writing a big essay, but I think I'd do better to leave most of the interpretations to the reader. Once again, I thank everyone for reading and I'm very glad you enjoyed it.
Kryten

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« Reply #275 on: 10-20-2007 20:11 »

*sniffle* I... I have something in my eye...
km73

Space Pope
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« Reply #276 on: 10-20-2007 20:47 »

Oh, crud, I'm late again.

...So it's finished. What a splendid story this was. So that other version of him was there the whole time. Good solution to wrap it up with.

 
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"Of course, Bender," Farnsworth said placatingly. "People caught at the centre of quantum singularities never suffer any ill-effects." He pulled a face at Hermes when the robot looked away, shaking his head and pantomiming a finger across his throat.

No, of course they don't...One last perfect quote from the Professor.  big grin

(I have to mention...about the mutants - "They would not be returning to the sewers" - I wonder where are they all going to live? Especially with the housing shortage that probably resulted from all the damage? Sorry).

Finally, I loved it that Fry said "Oh snap! It worked!" Great. Overall, such an entertaining story and I do hope you get published someday. (Nice essay too).
SpaceCase

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« Reply #277 on: 10-21-2007 03:49 »

 
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Originally posted by coldangel_1:
... I'd probably be remiss not to mention some of the obvious and not-so-obvious inspirations that helped shape Blame it on the Brain... These include:
...
The Dark Crystal...
>.<
[*EXPLETIVES DELETED!*]
I meant to mention that in my last post!

It seemed to me that the Brain/ Nibbler fusion character was very reminiscent of the Skeksis/ Ur-ru fusion characters from "Dark Crystal."
Why, no, I only ever saw the movie... once [*Ahem*]  roll eyes 
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Originally posted by coldangel_1:
I thank everyone for reading and I'm very glad you enjoyed it.
Believe me - THE PLEASURE WAS ALL MINE!
You told a compelling story & went out with a bang!
I for one am sad to see the end of your fic's, but I can certainly respect you decision.
Still, I hope you'll understand if I continue to hope...   wink
coldangel

DOOP Secretary
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« Reply #278 on: 10-21-2007 04:45 »

Heh. Y'know... maybe in years to come... I might one day consider one final final outing...
Archonix

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« Reply #279 on: 10-21-2007 05:01 »

It'd have to be a really impressive outing after that...
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