It is war! Not one I wish to fight but one I must to survive. Transhumans vs Pure-Fleshers. An old word has been reborn. A racial slur used against use, “Robot”. Its meaning, we are dumb, emotionless and meant to be controlled. A collation has been formed against us called “The Return”. They are spreading their message fast against use. Diplomacy has faltered. The government has split. Time for talk is over. Only battle will prove who is in the right.
This Is my man cave. It holds my creative spirit. On the Table are some space paintings. Yes I still do them! Here is a close up…
I really like how the colors work on this one!
“So I’m packing my bags for the Misty Mountains, Where the spirits go now, Over the hills where the spirits fly, ooh.”
This is a combo of what I am told and notice people like the most. What do you think?
This moon is big! I like it! That palette knife I bought is way better than a screw driver!
Captain’s Blog Star Date 5082012-wp; Now I see why Carter Co. paid me extra to drop off their drones. They are going to want to keep this hush-hush. This planet is dead but the pyramid tells me that some intelligent beings lived here or was here. They are probably using the mining drones as a ruse to dig for treasure or something. Where ever there is a pyramid, there is something else interesting to find. Digging up alien artifacts is big business. Collectors will pay high, scientists even more. The government, they’ll just put what ever they find in a box and store it in a warehouse in the desert.