John Crichton trudged through the snow towards the being he had long ago named Einstein standing near a small rock enclave. His Farscape module, more battered and patched together than it had been three cycles ago, sat behind him in a hiss of cooling metal.
Yeah yeah it needs work, but I'm trying not be be all edity
Mmm cheese.
I vid, therefor I am.
The hardest lesson is that love can be so fair to some, and so cruel to others. Even those who would be gods.
Anne Shirley:I'm glad you spell your name with a "K." Katherine with a "K" is so much more alluring than Catherine with a "C." A "C" always looks so smug. Me: *cries*
