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Xifeng's origin part 1Xifeng's origin part 1 by yomerome
MY NEW SISTER
During the early XIX century in southern China, people at a small village prepared for work. That summer morning, the sun rose above the distant hills presaging another beautiful summer morning. Not far from the village, a man in his late thirties walked toward the forest accompanied by two young girls.
The older of the girls was nine. She had shoulder long dark straight hair. She was wearing her training red uniform and had a long stick in her hand.
Aside of her and running around the man, was the younger of the two. She was a seven year old peppy girl. She had short red hair and a uniform similar to the older girl, but blue color.
Calm down, Xifeng. The man told the younger girl. Please walk aside of your sister.
Yes dad! Xifeng replied happy.
She is not my sister. The older girl interrupted while waving her stick.
The man remained quiet for a while. As they reached the top of the hill, the man t
Division (Part 7)PART 7Division (Part 7) by blackspeedk
The man was called Max Bates. He lost his left leg above the knee in a motorbiking accident in his late 20s, while working as an engineer for a national corporation. It wasn’t until a few years later that he decided to quit his job and form his own company to create a full range of prosthetics, wheelchairs, and assistive devices specially for amputees. That was ten years ago. His company, Channel, was now one of the leading companies in their field, and certainly the best. Max’s team had just finished James’ wheelchair, and he was going to introduce it to him today.
A month and a half earlier, precise measurements had been taken of James’ body and extensive discussions had taken place over what James wanted and what they could offer. The wheelchair was battery-powered, with a charge lasting well over a day’s consistent, hard use, so he wouldn’t have to worry about them dying during a day. The wheelchair could drive forwards, in reverse, a