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If you meet Yog-Sothoth, you’ve gone too far on the axis of comprehension; back up slowly and call for reality assistance. – RecklessPrudence

Ow. It had happened again. OW! It wasn’t getting any better with experience.

Katie looked up from her pained huddle, halfway expecting somebody yelling at her to ‘avaunt’ and calling her names. One more time. One more time, she swore, and she would start calling herself a foul shayde from out the blackest pit.

“That wouldn’t be a bad idea,” said the glowing entity before her. He stood like a pompous martinet, like a man who knew that there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop him doing whatever he wanted to do to her. And liked it that way. “It’s not as if you’re really… yourself, any more.”

And all this time, she thought she’d never meet anyone slimier than Hackmeyer. Katie levered herself into a sitting position and failed to make the world stop spinning. “Why’re you talkin’ English?”

“What?” he scoffed, “No, 'where am I’? No 'who are you’? I’m disappointed.”

“Na, I already learned there’s nae point in askin’. The grass wasn’t real. She could feel that it wasn’t real. She could also feel its reality. Having two sets of senses at once was a real pain in the arse, sometimes.

Through the True Lights, she could see a virtual leash around her neck. The other end wrapped negligently around this too-perfect man’s wrist. The glow meant something else, too. So did the flashes and flickers of something… sinister.

Something… Lovecraftian.

The truth behind this being was horrifying. And he was strong enough to block that from her awarenesses.

"Well, go on, then,” she challenged. “Introduce yerself.” She pretended a weakness that was, in reality, fading rapidly. Let her fear show through and hid her growing fury.

“I control your fate,” he said, enjoying her cowering. “I’m the one who plucked you from the edge of death to send you on your… missions… across the multiverse. I’m the one who made you what you are.”

“We apologise for the inconvenience?” she quoted.

And eye-roll that was almost camp. “And some… other associates. Honestly, their mercy is pulling me down.” A tisk and a tut. “But enough about them. You can call me God.”

Which started a hate-hate relationship that would last ten, too-long years. “Not bluidly likely,” she growled.

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Has there ever been an instrument more representative of humanity than the Zeusaphone? (I highly recommend checking out their Youtube page) – RecklessPrudence

“So… the Terran Exhibition.”

“Yeah, it’s docking next week. Should help defuse Silly Season for another month.”

‘Are you going?“

"Only with adequate shielding. I heard they have the Lightning Meisters playing with this circuit.”

“Lightning… I don’t think I’ve heard of

The Lister is the SI unit of discipline, as defined by the amount of effort needed to make Third Technician David Lister do his duties, clean his quarters and generally not be such a shame to the Space Corps. A single Lister of discipline is therefore often more than is needed for the entire crew of a (Star Wars) Star Destroyer (47,000-odd). – RecklessPrudence

It was hard not to look down on the faceless drones. They weren’t literally faceless.

“You also rule a world, Morpheus. A world of sleepers and dreamers, of stories. A simple place compared to hell. I envy you. Can you imagine what it was like? Ten billion years providing a place for dead mortals to torture themselves? And like all masochists, they called the shots. ‘Burn me.’ 'Freeze me.’ 'Eat me.’ 'Hurt me.’ And we did. Why do they blame me for all their little failings? They use my name as

Supervisor: Seriously? Are you shitting me?
Computer Tech: I never intentionally released anything into the wild. It was proof of concept. It wasn’t anything particularly sophisticated. Just some script kiddie cut and paste bullshit.
S: What is Rule Number Two of Computer Repair? What is it?
CT: “No, a ‘virus’ didn’t download all of that porn.”
S: Are you telling me you invalidated Rule Number Two?
CT: Well, in my case, it was a

Rule Number One of Computer Repair: Reboot it, dumbarse.

Rule One-A: If rebooting fixed the problem and it doesn’t come back, you didn’t really have a problem.

Rule One-B: If I actually had to tell you to reboot, regardless of whether you had a real problem or not, I’m still charging you for my time. – RecklessPrudence

“…error… error… error…”

Scientists clustered around the tic'ing automaton in clear defiance of

Do one brave thing, then run like hell. – RecklessPrudence

This place was the worst labyrinth to get lost in. Especially since, and perhaps because, there was a human in it.

It may have been easy to cut through the rusting walls, but it was also noisy. The monster could hunt him down. And he could tell it was in stealth mode, because it wasn’t cutting through the walls either.

He just had to make it back to the ship&

Perfection is not attainable, but if we chase perfection we can catch excellence.

Vince Lombardi – c/- RecklessPrudence

“Aim high,” it was said, “at least you can’t shoot yourself in the foot.”

“Strive for perfection,” said others. “Accept the remarkable.”

“Do your utmost,” said further others, “and none can criticise.”

They were wrong.

There was plenty of criticism. Plenty of people to show her what went wrong

You must have a very interesting will.
If by “will” you mean “elaborate post-mortem interactive treasure map on my spare hard drive”, then yes. – RecklessPrudence

“Good Morning!” Mary cheered.

The man who bought her to ‘make his life better’ moaned and turned over in bed.

She no longer had functioning hands to rip the covers off him. Just virtual representations of the hands she used to create art with. So she turned off