Oops #1

Missed yesterday's writing, double-post today to make up for it.

The replacement facility for the US to research particularly nasty things is going to be in Kansas.

Kansas State University conducted an aggressive campaign to win DHHS selection as the future home of the National Bio and Agro-Defense Facility, a $650 million award that will replace the deteriorating institute at Plum Island, New York. One might hope that the caliber of their research might rise accordingly, once that animal disease reesarch facility - located in the middle of America's bread basket and cattle country - starts its operations.

So, follow me here as we step into the end of the United States.

Food - It's what's for dinner

INTRO:  BRAD FORSYTHE WAS DIAGNOSED WITH CANCER.  IN THE HOPE THAT A CURE WOULD BE FOUND, HE ELECTED TO BE CRYOGENICALLY FROZEN.  HE WAS REANIMATED 75 YEARS LATER, CURED, AND SET UP WITH A FAMILY WHO VOLUNTEERS TO ADAPT THESE PEOPLE BACK INTO SOCIETY.

Eagle

SCENE:  Interior, Eagle Cockpit

The Pilot of a resupply Eagle, on the way from Earth to an orbiting space station, witnesses the departure of the Moon due to the explosion of the nuclear waste storage facility on the dark side.

EAGLE covers the pilot's experiences, the witnessing of the damage done to the Earth's eco-sphere, and attempts at survival. 

Requirements:
Green-screen set of a Space:1999 Eagle Cockpit.
Space:1999 Pilot's Suit
Footage from a few early Space:1999 Episodes
Space:1999 Soundtrack


And maybe a script.

Thirty-Five

(Kicking off with something I wrote last year, since I missed 1/1/11.)

Thirty-Five

She slammed down the broken stretch of highway at speeds the original architects never envisioned. It helped that she was piloting a last-generation Panzer, sitting on a cushion of air, propelled by a pair of alcohol-fuelled turbojets. Broken pieces of asphalt, downed light-posts, and abandoned vehicles meant next-to-nothing to the pilot, able to choose to float between inches and feet off of the ground.

Passive sensors augmented her awareness, full-spectrum vision extending a full three hundred and sixty degrees. Technical overlays informing her of possible hazards, fuel and weapons status; the occasional chirp of energy being directed at her Tank flitted across her vision. Those could only be the enemy, as she and her group were operating in stealth, avoiding conflict.