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Lost on the Last Continent » John C. Wright's Journalor. In the Days of Pangaea Ultima. By John C. Wright. Table of Contents so Far*** *** *** Thus shall you think of this fleeting world: A star at dawn, a bubble in a stream. A flash of lightning in a summer cloud,A flickering lamp, a phantom, a dream. The Diamond Sutra*** *** ****Episode 0.

The Hole in the Air. Colonel Preston Lost did not think of himself as reckless, because he believed in preparation, proper equipment, patience in stalking the prey.

But, if truth be told, he was not a cautious man. When the stormclouds parted, and he glimpsed the glowing, unearthly craft he chased through the wild hurricane above the Bermuda Triangle, Preston Lost gritted his teeth in an odd smile, gripped the joystick, dropped the nose of the superhighspeed pursuit plane sharply down, opened the throttle of the jet engines, and ignited his afterburners. He squinted through the small, sloped, triangular windows of his rocketplane. The solid sheets of rain blocked his sight. The unidentified flying object was disk- shaped, bathed in a nimbus of strange light, and changed course and speed with sudden, strange jerks of motion that defied normal laws of inertia.

It moved like no aircraft and no missile known to man. The flying disk dove into black cloud.

At furious speed Preston dove in after, engines roaring. The winds roared louder.

Preston had little fear of being spotted. The cockpit vibrated and the hull groaned. More than one of his gauge needles crept toward red. The magnificent machine was dubbed the Shooting Star VII. She had been built for one purpose. This purpose. The black hull was bat- shaped, streamlined to the ultimate degree.

She had no tailfin, no large surfaces to reflect radar. She was, in fact, an aerospace plane. No ordinary jet, she was driven by a combination of ramjets and liquid- fuel rockets. She could achieve supersonic speeds and low earth orbit.

Equally sophisticated was in her military- grade detection gear. He lost sight of the flying disk amid turbulent cloud and the hellish flares of lightning.

But his instruments continued to mark the location of the fleeing quarry. The altimeter blinked a warning.

Sealevel was approaching. Somewhere below the curtain of cloud, the wind- lashed ocean waters were waiting. Preston’s eyes narrowed. Did the flying disk intend to ditch? The cloudwrack parted.

Preston, lightheaded from his dive, wondered if he were hallucinating. For it looked like the cloud had opened a huge, red eye.

It was staring at him. Like a hooded lantern opening, a strange, bright, ruby beam, wide as a highway, spilled out from the center of the apparition and splashed across the knotted textures of surrounding cloud. Perched between the clouds was an erubescent maelstrom surrounded by streamers of bright vapor, with a tightly- wound spiral of electric discharges circling them in turn. Into the spotlight beam of red now shot the flying disk, as it jerked into yet another impossible, right- angled turn, and was yanked into acceleration even more impossible. It flew toward the vortex, directly toward the middle. The eye shaped apparition now grew wide, as if startled at the approach of the disk. Or as if opening in welcome.

For suddenly Preston realized what he was seeing: The resemblance to an eye was accidental. The white vaporclouds formed the sclera; the flares of Saint Elmo’s Fire formed the iris; the red light was issuing from the pupil. But it really was a maelstrom, a whirlpool. And this whirlpool, like that around a bathtub drain, let into a pipe, a tunnel.

A tunnel, yes, without walls, and opening into a direction that seemed to have no place to be in three dimensional space. But still a tunnel. The thing was impossible. It was a hole in midair.

The red pupil was like a porthole, a window. A widow into where? The vapor he was seeing was flooding toward the opening. Earth’s sea- level airpressure was forcing atmosphere out into some region of lower pressure. The electrostatic discharge was to be expected when two masses of air at different temperatures collided. But where did the hole in midair lead? This storm had risen very suddenly, and the flying disk, levitating serenely over the dark waters off Bermuda under the moonlight, had changed course, unaffected by the rising winds, and darted down toward the gathering stormclouds.

Perhaps the storm had been caused by the sudden drop of pressure? The flying disk fled into the red beam, and grew suddenly smaller as if with distance. His detection gear went haywire.

Active radar said the thing was gone; passive radar said it was present but dwindling in cross section. The pupil of the apparition began to close. The game was escaping. There was no time for deliberation. He either had to ignite his rocket engine, and try to guide his craft into the narrowing ring of electrical fire and screaming winds, or he had to abandon the chase and pull up, hoping against hope that he could bring his nose up sharply enough so as neither to rip his wings off nor to pancake into the sea. Preston Lost, in truth, was not a cautious man.

He had hunted game in India, Africa, and Greenland, on and under the sea. He had climbed mountains and flown experimental planes. But those dangers were known. This was the unknown. He flung his craft toward the vortex. His ignited his rocket.

Three gravities of acceleration smothered him as with a giant, invisible hand. Beams of red light from some unknown sun, dimmer than the sun he knew, splashed into the cockpit, momentarily blinding him.

At the same time, the column of compressed, rushing air being sucked into the closing eye of the maelstrom picked him up like a vacuum cleaner picking up lint from a rug. Watch Phantom Thunderbolt Online Forbes here. The Shooting Star went into a flat spin.

A blurred world of cloud and lightning tumbled past the triangular windows of the cockpit. Preston’s seat automatically flattened, putting him in a prone position, and his altitude suit inflated. But the acceleration was too great for his body. The edges of his vision turned black. His hand fell from the deadman switch which kept the rocket thrust roaring. In a strange, sullen silence, the pursuit plane seemed to be plunging down a spinning tunnel walled with boiling clouds and blinding stabs of lightning. Preston Lost, groaning, opened his eyes.

Had he blacked out for a moment? Of the maelstrom, the storm, the clouds, there was no sign.

The horizon was turning in a lazy loop in the canopy windows, earth and sky and earth again. The whistling in his ears told him he was in a stall, his wings at no angle to catch the air.

Below him was a chain of active volcanoes. The ground was bright with burning patches of forest, and the air was black with smoke. The broken landscape rushed up to meet him. He groggily pushed the stick forward. Watch The Beguiled Download Full. Tailfinless, the chance of a stealth craft regaining control was slim. But there might be a way. He opened the split ailerons to the full, hoping their drag would pull his wingtip back, and, in combination with the forward wing yaw, would increase the overall drag, and produce a stabilizing yawing moment.

A change in the pitch of the scream of the air told him it was beginning to work. Perhaps not soon enough. He saw tumbled crags, rocks, and patches of forest fire spin past his view. But there, glinting like a silver coin, was a mountain lake. He worked the controls, uttered a two- word and probably blasphemous prayer, grinned like a maniac, yanked on the stick.

Out of the crimson sky plunged a creature. Its wingspan was equal to that of his plane. Its skin was naked leather. Its wings were triangular sails of membrane. The freakishly narrow head had a miter of bone above and a beak like a saber below. The monster was tiger striped with red, yellow, purple and black; its belly was blue; yellow rings of color surrounded its staring, lidless, lizardlike eyes; a scarlet wattle dangled rakishly from its cockscomb. Preston’s wings thrummed.

He was beginning to pull out of the spin. Had the plane been under control, he might have avoided the collision.

Final Fantasy Fighting Game's Beta Is So Laggy. Dissidia Final Fantasy NT is a fast- paced three- on- three arcade combat game featuring characters from Square Enix’s beloved role- playing franchise, coming to the Play. Station 4 early next year.

It’s currently in closed beta, where players are enjoying some spectacular lag. Watch The Apostle Peter: Redemption Online IMDB. First, take a look at this early practice match against AI competitors. I’m still getting the hang of the game, but it’s a good indication of how fast and fluid it should run once the game launches in January. And here’s one of my first online matches.

I’m playing Final Fantasy XI’s Shantotto. There is a slight chance the lag was caused by how adorably mean she is, but probably not. The game valiantly attempts to keep up, and manages to not outright stop when the opposing team summons Shiva around the 0. Poor Shantotto, tossed about the stage by forces beyond her control. She deserves it. Why the lag?

Well, for one this is a limited closed beta test, which is the perfect place to iron out issues like random, crippling lag. The test is meant to give developer Team Ninja an idea of how things will run and what needs to be changed in order for them to run as it should.

They’re bringing together six players (three on each team) from different regions and trying to let them move extremely fast while shooting tons of special effects all over each other. On the occasion I get into a lag- free match, I really enjoy Dissidia’s online battles. It’s characters I love doing battle with each other while arrangements of some of my favorite video game music play in the background. I look forward to playing the release version, once the connection issues are ironed out.

Dissidia Final Fantasy NT is due out on the Play. Station 4 worldwide on January 3.