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	The doctors never wanted me to go to Xanadu; they thought it was too much of a risk. I insisted. Yes, I expected to die sooner rather than later, but Xanadu was my one escape, my one dream out in the real world.		The doctors never wanted me to go to Xanadu; they thought it was too much of a risk. I insisted. Yes, I expected to die sooner rather than later, but Xanadu was my one escape, my one dream out in the real world.

Michael Bard at 19:45, 31 August 2008

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	What was I doing? Sub-algorithms? Translation matrixes? Phonal groups? Probabilities? ''Nasalla? What just happened?''		What was I doing? Sub-algorithms? Translation matrixes? Phonal groups? Probabilities? ''Nasalla? What just happened?''

	''He had a fairly thick accent~~''''~~ -- I think he was from a place called Scotland.''		''He had a fairly thick accent -- I think he was from a place called Scotland.''

	''Nasalla. I don't KNOW anything about language translation!'' I gulped ammonia as more thoughts burbled through my brain. ''In fact, I'm only twelve years old. So, how come I think and speak like an adult, am not panicking, and know how to use and program an alien language translation matrix?!''		''Nasalla. I don't KNOW anything about language translation!'' I gulped ammonia as more thoughts burbled through my brain. ''In fact, I'm only twelve years old. So, how come I think and speak like an adult, am not panicking, and know how to use and program an alien language translation matrix?!''

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-<p>The doctors never wanted me to go to Xanadu; they thought it was too much of a risk.  I insisted.  Yes, I expected to die sooner rather than later, but Xanadu was my one escape, my one dream out in the real world.</p>
+The doctors never wanted me to go to Xanadu; they thought it was too much of a risk.  I insisted.  Yes, I expected to die sooner rather than later, but Xanadu was my one escape, my one dream out in the real world.
-<p>Living in a bubble, sealed off from everything, makes one shy, afraid.  Getting out wasn't hard -- places like NASA were more than happy to donate spacesuits and life support equipment, and even modify it for me.  It made good PR.</p>
-<p>But it was the stares, the crowds of people jostling me, poking at me.</p>
+Living in a bubble, sealed off from everything, makes one shy, afraid.  Getting out wasn't hard -- places like NASA were more than happy to donate spacesuits and life support equipment, and even modify it for me.  It made good PR.
-<p>Pitying me.</p>
-<p>Yes, pity.</p>
+But it was the stares, the crowds of people jostling me, poking at me.
-<p>It's why I told so few the truth.  Told so few that I was one of the oldest living sufferers of Severe Combined Immune Deficiency.  SCIDs, better know as The Boy in the Bubble disease.  I hadn't been diagnosed right away.  Only after an infection at four months, that ultimately resulted in my losing both my legs, did they diagnose me as having no immune system at all.  My mother's had kept me going for the first few months of my life, even though she'd died giving birth to me, but when my own was supposed to kick in, it hadn't.</p>
-<p>And so I was isolated.  Sealed.  Touched only through rubber.  Seeing the world only on the screen and through the window.</p>
+Pitying me.
-<p>It gives one a lot of time to read.</p>
-<p>All my short life I'd dreamed of technology, dreamed of a cure.  The most common one was bone marrow transplant, but they couldn't find a match for me.  There were rumours of gene therapy to replace the defective gene, but nothing usable.  Yet.</p>
+Yes, pity.
-<p>Xanadu had always had a large costuming or fursuiting group.  And, I had to go in costume anyway -- the full spacesuit that NASA donated, modified to have the lower half replaced by a wheeled chair.  Of course, it was no fun to go as a human in a space suit -- that was missing the whole spirit of the thing!  Not to mention reminding people of my disease.</p>
-<p>Obviously, I had to go as an alien in an environment suit visiting Earth.</p>
+It's why I told so few the truth.  Told so few that I was one of the oldest living sufferers of Severe Combined Immune Deficiency.  SCIDs, better know as The Boy in the Bubble disease.  I hadn't been diagnosed right away.  Only after an infection at four months, that ultimately resulted in my losing both my legs, did they diagnose me as having no immune system at all.  My mother's had kept me going for the first few months of my life, even though she'd died giving birth to me, but when my own was supposed to kick in, it hadn't.
-<p>It was actually easy.  A mirrored visor, and a lot of imagination and bald faced lies about what the visor hid.  It was fun!  And by the third year the alien had gotten pretty elaborate.</p>
-<p>But then, I didn't have much else to do with my life.  And, the more elaborate the costume, the more impressed people were, and the less likely they were to pity me.</p>
+And so I was isolated.  Sealed.  Touched only through rubber.  Seeing the world only on the screen and through the window.
-<p>This year

Michael Bard: Category fixes

2008-03-12T23:55:09Z

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	<p>The doctors never wanted me to go to Xanadu; they thought it was too much of a risk. I insisted. Yes, I expected to die sooner rather than later, but Xanadu was my one escape, my one dream out in the real world.</p>		<p>The doctors never wanted me to go to Xanadu; they thought it was too much of a risk. I insisted. Yes, I expected to die sooner rather than later, but Xanadu was my one escape, my one dream out in the real world.</p>

Michael Bard at 21:57, 9 August 2007

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