Warm up exercise - May 7th 2005
He shielded his eyes to the glare and gave the sun a nasty smirk. It seemed to him that the sun reveled in its unquestionable authority. It blazed with heat and shone blindingly bright as if to say "What do you plan on doing about it?"
His smirk deepened as it cut into his cheek. "I'll do plenty," he said with a confident chuckle, then lowered his head for the last time that day. He turned and looked at the bustle of seventeen stories below him. Each circular level had any number of people and machines moving about. Canisters of identical size were filled and carted to each station. Running straight through the center was a rocket, its nosecone eye-level with its creator.
"My little ants," he said with a chuckle of fond bemusement. He let his eyes rise along the body of the rocket; visually caressing its gleaming black sleekness. His name, embla