Strange Small Stories

@StrangeAndSmall

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  1. I misunderstood the term 'necropolitics' and elected a corpse mayor by getting all her descendants to vote for her. "Your great-great-grandmother really cares about you", I told the townsfolk. The weird part is that it's actually going fine. Maybe mayors don't do much?

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  2. My current project -- I also accept submissions of science fiction and fantasy (including flash fiction, microfiction, and theoryfiction) as long as it could be considered political.

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  3. A discussion of Joker, Harley Quinn, and villainy in anti-capitalist fiction

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  4. What seperates a great wizard from a good one, or even a good wizard from a bad one, isn't experience -- or training -- not secret pacts -- nor ancient bloodlines. It's imagination. The use of a spell is a matter of clever application, ultimately.

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  5. My plan for this account, going forward, is to work on some longer-form fiction. Expect new content to still come out, but rather less frequently. Things changed in my life, and I no longer feel as inspired as I once did. The work, however, still continues.

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  6. My thoughts on the stagnation of science fiction and technology

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  7. Writing this is what has taken up so much of my time. It's something of a political (and, within that, artistic) manifesto. The politics are extremely weird, and the writing done in a weird mixture of academic and psychedelic styles, which may either repulse or attract you.

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  8. The Galatic Consortium knitted together the galaxy by providing longsleep trade ships a financial system stable over the light-years and centuries: a Consortium world could provide loans, securitized by the refusal of any Consortium world to deal with a trader in default.

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  9. The trader dreamt anxious, cold dreams, playing out over decades. She had no idea what her goods would be worth in the next system -- every leap through space-time was potentially a leap into hardship.

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  10. I thought of Descartes, as the doctor-mechanic upgraded me once again. I'd become the living representation of his mind-body duality. I was the picture of Dorian Gray. I was the pilot of my own Theseus-ship. I was Frankenstein and Frankenstein's monster, all at once.

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  11. There was an almost-orgasmic thrill on the witch's face as she plunged that dagger through the back of the beast's throat. The beast had slain four of us, but I wondered if calling her here had merely traded one predator for another.

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  12. I looked up at the occupiers' recruitment posters. They'd come roaring in from uptime, ranting on about how they'd saved us from an Atlantean invasion 20 years in the future. Now, they wanted locals to test in and join up, so they could pull off this bullshit on my grandfather.

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  13. The witchplagues that got deployed across the Germanies, as 30 years war deepened, were real bad. One of the worst would get in you, and grow out the back of your head. Use you as bait, to infect others. We were dealing with it long after those heresies burnt themselves out.

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  14. I'd just gotten out of the hospital, that night, and I was wondering if I was still me. What did it really change, to have all this 'ware in my head and all these voices buzzing at me? Could I rely on it? Would it bring me the job that I'd hoped for? I was fucked if it didn't

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  15. Sergei looked out at the burning village. He considered wading in, trying to be a hero, but only dimly and coldly. He knew he wouldn't. It simply wasn't worth the trouble.

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  17. Sorry for the slow-down. Been distracted with various things. Programming will resume tomorrow

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  18. After the Last War, the machines didn't disappear -- ammo exhaunsted, but kept running by internal repair systems and hyperefficient anything-burning engines. They were passed down through families, used in what little daily work and in roaming the now-empty world.

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  19. As we deferred more and more decision-making to the smart city, we found the machines doing things that we did not understand -- but we had no choice but to assume that it was all for the best. Technocapital, after all, moves in mysterious ways.

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  20. As the seas rose, as the energy ran out, as the people aged and retreated -- the greenery bloomed, the waters sparkled, and the world reclaimed what the world had made. Everything went in cycles, and in a hundred or a thousand years the people would be back, to marvel at ruins.

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