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The Art of No

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  The Ayes Have It (But She Don't) Everybody knows the bill is dead Everybody knows the Senate’s red Everybody knows the deal is done The major parties had their fun The crossbench bargains were all just show The whips have cracked, the whistle’s blowed That’s how it goes And Hanson always votes no. Everybody knows the bells are ringing Everybody knows the mud they’re slinging Everybody knows the clerk can’t count With all the grievances they mount Everybody knows that the motion’s lost Everybody knows what the lobby cost The Ayes go high, the chamber’s low And Hanson always votes no. And everybody knows that it’s now or never Everybody knows that it’s gonna take forever Everybody knows that the act is rotten Old amendments best forgotten Everybody knows the tellers move With nothing left for them to prove The red room puts on quite a show But Hanson always votes no. Everybody knows the maiden speech The lessons that she tried to teach About the fish and about the chips And the tig...
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The Scar A Beautiful Baffling Byway

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The Scar: A Beautiful, Baffling Byway

The Subi, our resilient relic of pre-Collapse Jump engineering, embarked on its perilous ballet through the Necropolis Corridor, a cosmic artery ominously known as a back scar. This was no mere route; it was an unpredictable tapestry woven at the very edge of the Kelpian Expanse. Yet, even amidst its dangers, the scar unfurled a breathtaking vista, a mesmerising spectacle of light and energy, as if the cosmos itself had been painted with the broad, luminous strokes of a divine artist.

This paradoxical beauty manifested in swirling streams of brilliant blue and fiery orange/gold energy, cutting vivid ribbons through the velvet blackness. These vibrant, intense flows, however, were not without their peril, for they were the very energy fluctuations known to whisper chaos into sensors and sing static into drive systems. Yet, despite the inherent danger, the raw, elemental power rendered a "black scar across the vast space," possessing a terrible grandeur all its own. We were instructed to "follow the faint energy signature trail," which now, visually, seemed to be these very beautiful, yet treacherous, currents. The Corridor also "winds through several graveyard nebulae," a description that evokes a haunting beauty, like cosmic mists tenderly enshrouding silent, ancient tombs. It was a "ribbon of forgotten tech" that conjured "ghost stories of the Dead Zones." Amidst this ethereal dance, other vessels, like spectral dancers, were discernible, navigating these swirling patterns.

A profound wonder bloomed within us: why such a throng of traffic on this detour route? We were on a "Restricted Detour Authorised" mission, a rare "Level Gamma-7" clearance specifically for this audacious journey. The Necropolis Corridor was explicitly described as a dominion of "extreme navigational hazards," a realm teeming with "dense fields of derelict ship hulls, rogue asteroids, pockets of temporal distortion, and severe energy fluctuations." It demanded "extreme caution," a "significantly reduced speed," and "active sensor sweeps mandatory." Our solitary journey through this cosmic labyrinth was estimated to consume "5-7 Standard Cycles". Due to the high volume of traffic, it will likely take twice as long. Praise be the divine master artist - we brought along the brass monkey. 

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