Furry Dreams
A picture, a rug, a little shelf with a doll, another picture, and a blue analog clock. not much, but at least i think she liked it. "i noticed that you find my house interesting" the kitsune spoke up. i looked back at her from her possessions.
Midline Shift 38 - Amongst the Geth
The relay of memory and information between organics via analog aural communication, can become warped, lost, fabricated, abridged and truncated.
Greenhouse
They were crude digital displays, and some had been replaced with antique analog displays with needles, but they told him the same information as the fancy floatscreen hologram touch-enabled gauges.
NCIS 2
Low-def, standard-def, high-def, analog ntsc or pal colour, or something i haven't thought up yet. composite or component color, yuv or lprpb color space. whatever. \*but it has to handle all that within the monitor!
Objects in motion
No need for her to know the old analog beast was only rated for a hundred parsecs. "mine's good for about a thousand light years with tolerable safety limits. i have nav charts for most of the galaxy, though." "okay..."
Will You Serve
Lightwing had told me that my mental and emotional work had been equivalent to several hours of chopping wood, and the analogy held true in odd ways. i couldn't really explain it, but i felt it.
The Origin Strain
**[environmental hazard: architectural degradation,]** the system warned in its jagged, analog font. **[sensory masking engaged. pulse stabilization at 60 bpm.
Pirates & Smugglers
My suit and heart were a plenty good analog. luckily for me, those little idiots weren't far away. and they didn't have a second volley ready to go. i leapt forward and crashed down, my boots trampling them flat into the earth.
Tango on the dance floor, Part 4
I can't help but give a belly laugh at jason's analogy.
Change in Venue- December
Technically there is one more role to play in the chess analogy i have been using with all of the targets, that's the person playing the game. that is why you were chosen.
Just Like Your Father
Each drop caused her vulva to smooch on that fat bulb, and the wet, lewd noises emerging from the ride only added to the analogy. she observed in the flickering, bluish light the changes in her son's dreaming expression.
Rumination
Have i become so detached, that i can swim for hours in these analogies and this symbolism? reality feels like the critical, bad father, that character was, though. bad dad. i can't be that. won't let it happen.