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"Ribbons.0"

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F&C :: 20041018 :: Ribbons :: http://www.stwa.net/scrawl/viewtopic.php?t=17516&highlight=kaolin

That was the first thing that came to mind when I saw the blood trickling down my leg--beautiful figure/ground tricks played ribbons blowing in the wind; there was no wind.

I'd been tracking satballoon 12 through hell and high water for thirteen months. Video from around the world had shown its unexplained descent as trails of ribbons and I'd set off with a team of four--I have no idea who's still alive, though I'm pretty sure I saw Brian lose his head to a sawing machete.

Harsh lands.

Desert mirages.

The death of a new moon. Somewhere in this desert satballoon 12's mylar sheeting, miles of sheeting, were hidden. Tidal forces had slipped back out of balance, torturing Florida, the Nevada coast; Africa was lush, but South America was pure unremitting desert. Five years of having the balloon up had barely made a dent.

No demands had been made--Ecological Liberation Front was suspected, or some splinter of theirs. Or shard. It was hard to keep up with terminology with some of these groups. Words, meanings--fluid, like the liquid dripping down...