Suggested changes: {before : after}
On Mon, 19 Aug 2002 04:03:12 EDT Kyhdin@aol.com wrote:
Minako Anio sat up in bed and looked out the window at the newly risen sun as
{it's : its} light reflected off the facets of the utopia that was Crystal Tokyo. It
was over, she realized. The {procephies : prophecies} and their foretellings of the future
had run out. There was no way to tell what would happen from here on out.
Conrad Howard raised an eyebrow as the stack of {Manga : manga} and {Anime : anime} data crystals
thudded onto the desk. Conrad was a tall, skinny young man with brown hair
tied back in a ponytail and brown eyes. His lips were turned slightly upwards
at some joke that only he seemed to know. He was a genius at creating new
technologies out of seemingly irrelevant objects and energy sources.
Technically, he worked for Ami, but Conrad was fiercely independent and Ami
had long ago given up trying to actually direct him and had settled for
trying to make sure he didn't blow up the palace.
Conrad and Minako had a relationship that baffled the other {Senshi : senshi}. It was
more {then : than} friendship, but not romantic and as near as they could tell, { : it} never
had been. Their conversations/arguments were often about things that
apparently had happened in their mutual past, and that they refused to
explain to the others. The other {Senshi : senshi} never mentioned it, but it bugged
them that there was a part of Minako's past that they knew nothing about.
"Because I'm bored. All of these mangas and {Animes : animes} ended badly or
ambiguously. Somebody should do something about it so that everything is
fixed and all the wrongdoers have been punished."
"I see..." Conrad picked up a handful of data crystals and stared at them.
"I'll think about it."
Isn't that Japanese for "You are out of your everloving mind!"?
Three days passed and Minako returned to the lab to find Conrad hunched over
a lab table, {tool :} hand soldering a device about the size of a calculator
together. Next to him was a large cylinder upon which was mounted a vertical
drum. Set into slots {was : were} her data crystals.
"Yep." He closed the device up and turned it over. The cover opened like a
book, revealing a few keys, {an : a} small two inch screen and a rectangular
button. He pointed at the keys. "This one determines your location, this one
allows you to call home, and the big one will get you out, or if you're here,
send you in. In theory. It might also send you to another world. There's no
way to tell."
Amazing what a teleporter, some crystals and a sense of humor would get you.
He chuckled to himself. Tearing a hole in the fabric of space time to travel
to other dimensions/universes was only theoretically possible. Hell, even
Crystal Tokyo technology could only warp {space-time, allowing tik : space-time. He waited a little while} and dialed
Venus' private com code. "So, Venus, how do you like sitting in the palace
cafeteria's sushi bar?" No response. "Venus? Minako?" No response. "Computer;
Locate Sailor Venus."
"Expand search. Widest {perameters : parameters}. Authorization is Howard Alpha one Cee."
Minako had fought with Makoto like mad to get him that clearance, which was
just a step below the Senshi themselves and two steps below the Royal Family.
"Poke your nose into the Queen's private chambers if you have to."
Conrad explained Mina's request and his intention to foil it by dropping her
into the sushi bar. "I usually work at night and I guess my mind was
wandering. Happens sometimes," he finished. "Anyways, she's inside the world
of one of these {Anime's : animes} or {Mangas : mangas} and we have to find her."
Whatum you mean 'we' paleface?
"You little shit," Haruka snarled, starting forward, hands outstretched. She
and Conrad had gotten along like Usagi and Rei, but unlike them, whose
rivalry had become {: friendship}, neither one showed any signs of warming up to the other.
In fact, Haruka was moving towards him more out of a desire to remove him
from the world then any real anger at Minako's disappearance.
"Okay, now hold onto that visual, you're going in on three. One, Two,"
"We love you, Hotaru!" Michiru shouted over the rising hum of machinery.
Good. Distract her from her focus on Minako. Push a few random buttons on
the control console while you are at it why don't you.
Author's Note: So I read the opening of chapter one of Heart Of sugar and it
suddenly {occured : occurred} to me; What if a Senshi decided she wanted to be a
Self-Insert?
I really need to stop feeding my muse beer.
More like crack. :}b