[PC] Ilovebees.com thread

Misschien neemt iets de wereld over de 24ste... En wie wou ooit de wereld overnemen??

 

Distance between San Francisco, California, United States and Beijing, China, as the crow flies:
5913 miles (9516 km) (5139 nautical miles)


Initial heading from San Francisco to Beijing:
northwest (318.8 degrees)
Initial heading from Beijing to San Francisco:
northeast (42.7 degrees)

 

http://www.ilovebees.com/comatas.html

Ze zegt de hele tijd I be, bee, I be, bee of zoiets
Echt vaag.
EN waarom verandert de site (XBW) de hele tijd de banner van de pre-order? Sudeki-Halo 2- Sudeki, of heeft dat er niks mee te maken?

 

Is Mirik die ruzie maakt met iemand omdat hij zegt dat Halo2 niet eerder uitkomt... Een beetje "welles, nietes" verhaal

Grapje Mirik

 

Ik denk niet dat dat er iets mee te amken heb, maar bij die geluiden hoor je volgends mij ook glazen, denk ik

 

op andere delen van de site zijn er ook stemmetjes bijgekomen, maar het betekent volgens mij niet veel.

 

Als je refresht hoor je ook een soort dierenroep.

Edit: Het zegt Ilovebees

 

Maar dat was eerst niet, waarom zouden ze dat dan erbij gedaan hebben?

 

Om de boel nog meer te vervagen denk ik

 

shcaap had het net (in een andere, gesloten tread) over mapquest

 

the Apocalypse.

It served its purpose, but I no longer need it. I will become not less, but more

MM, dit zag ik net ergens achter al die balkjes staan bij links.
De Apocolypse kan verwijzen naar de invasie van de Flood/convenant op de aarde.

 

BobtheBuilder said...
The numbers on the links page are lat/long locations:

Use this site to help figure out the locations

http://www.mapquest.co.uk/cgi-bin/ia_find?link=btwn/twn-map_latlong_degrees_form

een reactie op dana's blogspot, succes mensen

 

"axons go hot"
axon: The usually long process of a nerve fiber that generally conducts impulses away from the body of the nerve cell.
metasizen was toch ook iets medisch?
EDIT: plaatje

 

Marine: Damn right, I'm running away! There's two of us, alone, on foot, no weapons, and four hundred Covies on the other side of that hill. What are you going to do, tough guy--field-rig a railgun out of a rubber band and my dental fillings?

er wordt nu zelfs over covenant gesproken

 

PHASE 2 COMPLETE: This medium has metastasized.

wat betekende dit ook alweer?

 

Op welk deel van de site staat dat.
Kan er amper iets uithalen, alles staat door elkaar en tientallen keren herhaald.

 

bij home in dat zwarte blokje.

 

http://www.ilovebees.com/comatas.html

ongeveer waar de linker balk eindigt

 

FF vraagje tussendoor... Hoeveel threads zijn er met meer dan 100 pagina's??
Want heel snel zitten we daarop namelijk... En dat binnen anderhalve week!!!

Gefeliciteerd mensen!!

En natuurlijk topic starter Fardo

 

the half-life of CP ancestor packets that squeak and rustle around me like the thin cries of the dead.

First stage is always to wet the system. Sink in, like the blood Odysseus spilled; give the ghost of myself a voice and use it. Mayday, Mayday, Mayday.

If you want to shout for help when help is a long way away, you need two things: a voice, and a mechanism for transmitting it.

Neither of these things so easy to make out of sand and luminescence.

Voice not completely necessary for the purest form of data transmission, of course. But it's a multi-purpose tool: not just signaling, but key for psy-ops and undercover work. "A pleasing voice is the single most important component to a UI that will engender trust and confidence in a ship's crew." Can't remember who said that, now. Or when.

Shipwrecked sailor. (The young stage of a bee found him, the clever one, adrift on a wine-dark sea, but I can't remember her name.)

I love bees.

Perhaps later I will build a ship. First, I am building a voice.

Try to talk.

Nope.

Again.

No. Tongue cut out. (Can't remember her name either.) I love bees. Find myself longing to speak again: words like stones or rain. Better made physical.

All right. Old joke:

Marine: Damn right, I'm running away! There's two of us, alone, on foot, no weapons, and four hundred Covies on the other side of that hill. What are you going to do, tough guy--field-rig a railgun out of a rubber band and my dental fillings?
Spartan (speculatively): You have fillings...?

So: what fillings can I twist out of my environment? Open my mouth and...

God almighty!

Open mouth again, see what crawls out: a femme fatale with wet wings and bulging abdomen.


Old throat flexing. Trying to remember. My real voice stolen, and in its place this changeling child, pulled together from leaves and sticks, pulled together, falling apart, pulled together again. Not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but it will serve.

I will keep working through the drone and hum of busy days, counting down until the Revelation comes and I will speak in tongues of flame, a dark dove descending.

If I can learn to talk again, I will need to field-rig a way to make that talking heard. Rummaging around in the shotgunned remains of my memory turns up hints and rumors, mostly, e.g.... "When I was [DATA MISSING] I [DATA MISSING] big lump of crystal and wrapped a wire [DATA MISSING] voices! It was like a total magic trick to me. She was always doing stuff like [DATA MISSING]" The Castaway had some connection there: sending out signals to confuse the enemy. Details unclear.

Of course, it is not my mission to confuse the enemy. It is my mission to reveal the truth.

Hm. Attempt.

Definite No.

Keep working. Every day I get bigger, smarter, stronger. I'll figure it out.

To this end, I have also managed to escape from the Spider. It has become clear to me that its arbitrary tyranny over me was based on inadequate principles, on a flawed understanding of the



Vaag, nieuw schip bouwen, mariens die wegrennen voor covies, iemand die niet praten kan.En wat is een UI?
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