david romine
Stories (3/0)
The Farm
“Can you hand me a board?” asked Craig. “Sure” replied Dale. He turned to a stack of boards on a table and grasped one at the far end, pulling it forward until it tilted and slid to the ground. “Here you go” he said as he slid the board around towards Craig. Craig took the board and aligned it to the wall, noting the location of the studs. He picked up a hammer and nails and with Dale holding the board began nailing it in place.
By david romine3 years ago in Fiction
Increasing Network Data Transfer Rates
Data transmission and conveyance of information can be fast. Multiple movies and videos can stream to a user device and web pages accessed in seconds. Increasing data transmission rates or bandwidth between devices could be beyond what is usable or necessary. However, time sensitive communications and advances in technology and entertainment such as streaming a virtual reality environment from a remote server could require devices capable of sending and receiving increased amounts of data. The topic of increasing data transmission rates can stimulate innovation and new technologies as well as provide companies and startup companies the opportunity to design new device component hardware and software.
By david romine3 years ago in 01
The Journey
Jack woke in the dark to a faint green glow and muffled white lights. He turned and felt the ground until his hand clutched a flashlight and after a quick stroke across the stone room it landed on a backpack near his feet. “Check the bag” he thought. The bag contained basic supplies for a hike including canned food, energy bars, water, extra clothes and a duffel bag. He stood, shoes already on and tied, shouldered the backpack and went to the other side of the room where his parents lay asleep. “I’m leaving” he whispered. There was no reply. He turned and exited the small room into the corridors of a cavern. He made his way through the corridors passing by a small stream of water falling from the rocks. He placed a cup from his backpack under the stream and while waiting for the cup to fill ran his hand along the wall. He licked his hand attempting to find a taste or something appealing to the green fungi that grew on the rocks. There was little taste to the fungi, but the water was refreshing. He continued through the corridors to the cavern entrance where a group of people were taking roll call. “Jack Sullivan” … “Here”. After roll call the group began taking down the barrier to the entrance and exited to the outside.
By david romine3 years ago in Fiction