Sci Fi
Void Voyage
It's a dark and stormy night. You think to yourself, "Isn't it ALWAYS a dark and stormy night just before something weird happens?" Then you laugh at the silliness of the idea. Still, you're no dummy. These kinds of storms always lead to a power outage and a stifling case of boredom, so this time - you're prepared. You have your trusty TAD 3000 Tablet, an external battery pack for extra power, and a ton of books downloaded. You settle down in your favorite recliner, place a refreshing beverage on the side table, and listen to the wind and rain for a moment. The storm is really kicking up out there, but you feel like you've done all you can to prepare. Now it’s time to settle down into a good book. You power-up your TAD 3000 and in just a few seconds, you are looking at your huge library of e-books, broken out into categories. Your favorite categories are at the top, and they each seem like a good way to pass the time. You have horror novels, science fiction, sword and sandal stuff, detective novels, spy books, a couple of risqué romance novels you promised to read and review for a friend, and even a cookbook at your disposal. You consider your mood and choose.
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