Cold Fury.- by Sven Pertelson

The relief convoy will be reaching me at the Antarctic Astronomical Observatory, here at Dome C, in mid March when the six month long day ends and the six month long night begins. That means I have almost three months to plan my revenge on the swine that made a fool out of me.


They did warn me that there was not much to do when care-taking the observatory during the Antarctic summer. All but essential services are shut down for the six months that the sun stays up above the horizon and they cannot use the telescopes. There are Dvd players and a library but communications are limited. They do have a low bandwidth internet connection that will slowly download a web page and allow access to e-mails.

Before he left the winter-time computer geek showed me how to set up as a user on a text only SecondLife client he had programmed. No graphics but I could attend concerts and just about listen to the music and text chat with a few ladies. He said I would have the same default avatar shape as he did as he had disabled all the inventory systems to save bandwidth.

At first I thought I was going to have a great time. The ladies I flirted in text with at concerts seemed really nice and they all said I was cute. None of them however seemed to want to explore any more adult conversations. I put it down to perhaps being too blunt in my approach. I worked on using more flowery language and adopting a more romantic persona.

It was after a couple of months that I started getting very frustrated with my lack of progress. That was when I met Delice. We got on very well in chat and I thought that at last I had cracked it. When I plucked up courage to try and take things further she turned me down. In desperation I asked, why?

That was when she sent me the picture!!

I have made myself a pair of boots, a hat, a sword and a cape. That will be all I will be wearing when the geek comes through the door and I kill him.