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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.pic.twitter.com/fjSri14KFL
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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.pic.twitter.com/kvDxQin9is
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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.pic.twitter.com/tCWmoYBsZb
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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.pic.twitter.com/yNqNSaX2dO
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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.pic.twitter.com/oW8f5i4ERS
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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'tpic.twitter.com/6Fbd7afnHn
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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.pic.twitter.com/ijMxaC6irN
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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.pic.twitter.com/4YCm0sd1o4
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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.pic.twitter.com/5Tqeln7lvN
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I held my breath, waiting for the witch to pass. I'd shoot her in the back, safest that way. I wondered if the cats knew that they had been people, before she'd done that to them, for god knows why -- or if they were only cats now. She looked like a fucking 12-year-old. Why?pic.twitter.com/i0hTj1oebg
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The library was vast, empty, and ancient -- you could get lost in there, and starve before finding an exit. No one remembered who had made it -- though it held the answer, somewhere. When explorers (rarely) met, they never spoke. No one was there to meet other people.pic.twitter.com/TEyASlftIO
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After a string of demonic possessions, a new security campaign was launched. Every time I walked past the signs, I wondered -- how would I tell if I had a demon in me? Wouldn't it trick me into thinking that its commands were merely my thoughts?pic.twitter.com/QrHK8WPiiQ
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I studied her, trying to memorize every detail of this moment, so that I could live in it later -- and she did the same, to the city instead of me. We were united, though, in utter despair. Molly was never going to love me -- her brain was half-cyber. Knew it. Didn't care.pic.twitter.com/lQWCKOP3Zl
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New Money gets that wonderful view, and it puts the most expensive chair in it -- back to one window and slanted away from the other. Old Money gets that wonderful view and puts in a swivel chair. Some things never really change, no matter where you go.pic.twitter.com/S77P5nXzrd
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The news-people had called it "the end of the world", right before they'd died -- just like 9.99% of everyone. The world was still very much there, and she finally had some room to think -- with the going-away of all the people who had thought that they were the world.pic.twitter.com/sC0wc7yEct
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Ken hadn't felt too sure about it, when the company had replaced his keyboard with a cat. But, now that he'd gotten used to it, it had its charms. It was much easier on his wrists, for one thing. It didn't even try to eat the mouse. They'd trained it well.pic.twitter.com/bjijSiHbRx
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"That's it?" "YES" "Really? I'd have liked more time" "YOU HAD 90 YEARS" "I could have done with twice that, easy" "IT IS WHAT IT IS" "Alright. Say, what's on the other side?" "I JUST MAN THE DOOR" "Well, here's hoping", he said -- and held out his hand to Death.pic.twitter.com/PtQ631ZPBi
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It had taken the necromancer 10 years, but he'd found where they'd buried his love. She'd been buried under a pseudonym, and he couldn't read this language, anyways. So, he'd been raising them one by one. He hadn't found her yet, but the town would have a miracle.pic.twitter.com/fuB5MHF9JK
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She didn't know where the path into 3 months from now had come from, or how it worked. She just knew that it was one way, and that she'd be using it to live in autumn forever -- and, less importantly, to run a brewery with absolutely *amazing* profit margins.pic.twitter.com/5l80ltXbx2
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