Venkatesh Rao

28/ After a strenuous series of delicate, high-profile missions, the galactic ambassador landed on the pre-contact backwater planet Tradu for a vacation out of the spotlight. “It’s a retconocracy,” he explained to reporters. “Nostalgia fields so strong, they can’t see me.”https://twitter.com/Aravindh_R/status/1339057175105171457 …

29/ “Ambassador, you’ve been roving the Galaxy for 150 years, visiting 1000s of planets for Galactic Council missions. How do you stay organized?” “I use an online zettelkasten hyperspatial memory.” “But what if the ansible link is slow to load?” “Oh, then I use Moleskines.”https://twitter.com/beauhaan/status/1339138504845000705 …

30/ The autodidact wrote up his 1000-page theory, and sent the PDF to top academics. All but one ignored it. One replied, requesting a bound paper copy. “I’ll mail it asap! At least 1 person sees past my lack of credentials!” “Actually, never mind. I found my lost doorstop.”https://twitter.com/captain_mrs/status/1339154082129465345 …

31/ Life was utterly shitty on the planet Ga, yet everyone claimed to be flourishing. “Ga’s atmosphere has an unknown contaminant we are still analyzing,” the galactic ambassador wrote in his report. “Collective memories of eudaimonia have rotted into endemic pseudaimonia”https://twitter.com/bryankam/status/1339060272653201408 …

32/ On a conference call, people from Austin were talking about how much they liked it there. A San Franciscan cut in, “You’re all NPCs, SF is still the real.... ewww, OWW...” “Hey, you ok?” “Nbd, just stepped in some poop and got jabbed with a needle. What was I saying?”https://twitter.com/idlebell/status/1339098746395766786 …

33/ The dying writer looked quietly at the last copy of the folder containing his entire oeuvre, meticulously organized by date and theme. 204MB of self-absorption, self-reference, and self-importance. A life wasted. Two shelves worth of dead-tree. He clicked ‘Move to Trash.’https://twitter.com/SirSchofield99/status/1339098977803919366 …

34/ Kiriyama sat by his window, sketching his favorite anime character again. He had drawn her a thousand times, in a thousand poses. A noise startled him, and he dropped his pencil. He sighed and looked down. The pile of pencils in the alley below was nearly a foot high now.https://twitter.com/rizwanjavaid/status/1339043865030881280 …

35/ The helicopter gunship hovered above the town square, yawing slowly, guns firing steadily, mowing down the protestors. The drone footage was HD quality. “Grab the video before they take it down,” the head designer told the intern, “it’s going in the next version of the game”https://twitter.com/irishdrug1511/status/1339254811611394049 …