Study Chronicles - ENVIRONMENTAL SCIENCE Week 8
Introduction For Study Chronicles
For years you were known as "Stallion Jack," a highwayman by trade who gallantly
relieved carriage passengers of their worldly possessions.
You can't believe you are here
doing this.
The shop is known for creating the most beautiful gowns from the most stunning
fabrics, but the price is heavy — and it is not just monetary.
You hope for a new life, perhaps
in India if the ships makes it that far.
Nevertheless, you are determined to find them, and
you have the help of the attractive young solicitor, who feels duty-bound to help you search
for them. You react without thinking, moving your arms with seeming practiced control.
You
shrug and give in, returning to your family at the dinner table.
On this planet, you find an
elven civilization that has lived in relative peace.
Suddenly all eyes are on you, and people
begin bowing before you, hailing you as their new king.
Waving away some smoke, he sees
you, a small fairy, at the bottom, using a series of gears, levels, and other contraptions to
control the knight's arms and legs.
Do you have my money?" You hold out a thick envelope.
You won the fight but felt nothing but sorrow afterwards.
Eventually, they sit across from
you and your rekindled campfire.
The patient has been shot, and his heart needs to be
rebuilt as only magic can accomplish.
You are in fifth grade when the dreams begin.
The process has been so successful that all living humans have been spared the
disappointment of discovering that they are bad at something despite their best efforts, and
have only been exposed to endless praise. Starvation have killed off most of the world's
human population and infertility has ensured no more will be born.
As soon as you pinpoint
the direction, you pack up your belongings, climb down the tree, and head toward the
sound.
After all, robots can handle all essential tasks that a person doesn't care to perform.
He screams out in pain, vanishing into a cloud of mist.
You swim with it, surfacing in an
underwater cave — a perfect pocket of air where its foal sleeps peacefully.
A strange
scratching noise outside has been keeping you awake for the last hour.
Then a few candles
ignite on their own and start floating with the children.
In reality, you spend days doing this,
and it comes at a price.
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