...): Did you hear about the antennas that got married? The wedding was ... distance between the receiving and transmitting antennas. (I won't go into details ...we increase the distance between the antennas, the value for our efficiency will...to capture less power. Putting the antennas closer together (or driving back into...or outfit their towers with several antennas and more sophisticated equipment. Also, ...
... once again with an odd sense of nostalgia and melancholy. Inside a spaceship, he couldn't wander dark foggy streets, feel the familiar pain in his neck as he stared up at telephone poles and antennas hoping to catch a glimpse of falling stars and bodies. He looks down at his feet instead, at the edges of the familiar yellow jacket swayingrhythmicallyagainst his legs, as they take him... where...
... in the 80s and early 90s things weren't as easy as they are now. It takes no brain to hook up red, yellow and white cables to their respective colors on a TV now. But back then when you had antennas and screw on cables and mono wires things were harder to hook up. Things were analog not digital. I'm glad we grew up that way because it showed that we were smart to build our own home theaters. We ...
...vehicle traffic. Barry still slept on when he closed the door behind him. Donald, half asleep, guarding the slumbering young one, raised his head at Wikus’ entry. “You went outside the District.” The prawn’s antennas droop in a sullen pout. “William smacked me on the head when he caught me trying to leave. Why didn’t he catch you?” Donald scratches at a plate on the back of his skull, indicating...
...vehicle traffic. Barry still slept on when he closed the door behind him. Donald, half asleep, guarding the slumbering young one, raised his head at Wikus’ entry. “You went outside the District.” The prawn’s antennas droop in a sullen pout. “William smacked me on the head when he caught me trying to leave. Why didn’t he catch you?” Donald scratches at a plate on the back of his skull, indicating...
...vehicle traffic. Barry still slept on when he closed the door behind him. Donald, half asleep, guarding the slumbering young one, raised his head at Wikus’ entry. “You went outside the District.” The prawn’s antennas droop in a sullen pout. “William smacked me on the head when he caught me trying to leave. Why didn’t he catch you?” Donald scratches at a plate on the back of his skull, indicating...
... sensory information. The older prawnsilently marvels at the degree of infatuation that threatens to suffocate his very being. One hand running up and down the curl of the little sprawn’s back, antennas dipped to brush and catalogue the scent mark, tentacles assimilating the scent molecules humming across the little sprawn’s flesh. The gentle hush of the young sprawn’s breath and the stutter of ...
... sensory information. The older prawn silently marvels at the degree of infatuation that threatens to suffocate his very being. One hand running up and down the curl of the little sprawn’s back, antennas dipped to brush and catalogue the scent mark, tentacles assimilating the scent moleculeshumming across the little sprawn’s flesh. The gentle hush of the young sprawn’s breath and the stutter of ...
... sensory information. The older prawn silently marvels at the degree of infatuation that threatens to suffocate his very being. One hand running up and down the curl of the little sprawn’s back, antennas dipped to brush and catalogue the scent mark, tentacles assimilating the scent moleculeshumming across the little sprawn’s flesh. The gentle hush of the young sprawn’s breath and the stutter of ...
