Prompt

At some point, someone (Sara? Somebody in your own setting?) defines Patience.

Patience, noun: the state of having too many witnesses.

(#00104)

“We reviewed the evidence and personal testimonies,” said the brown-robed Archivaas. “And we thought we might work with you to.. re-evaluate history’s view of Ernest Hackmeyer.”

“That plagiaristic bastard can go rot in fire,” Shayde said cheerily as she poured tea. “Is he goin’ from bafflin’ genius tae scum-suckin’ thief?”

“Well… when you boil it down… Yes.”

“Brilliant. Jammy Dodger?”

“Thankyou. Uh. Reading over some of the diaries of his past victims… I am astonished by the patience you showed with the man.”

“He was a tit-brushin’, arse-grabbin’, cleavage-oglin’ misogynistic douchebag. An’ that’s an insult tae douchebags.” Shayde sipped her tea. “And as fer patience… that’s just the state of havin’ too many witnesses.”

The Archivaas took notes. “Um… tit… brushing?”

“Ye ken when ye have tae squeeze past someone? Wi’ girls, he always had his hands up at nipple level and made sure you were facin’ him.”

“And he didn’t get jailed for this?”

“We couldnae even talk tae anyone ‘bout it. We’d get all the wind an none in the sail. 'Aw ye should cover up’, or 'maybe if ye dressed decently’, or 'you should take it as a compliment’ if the girl wasnae all o’ that, you know? And when it was me… remember I was fifteen and sixteen at the time. He got a talkin’ to 'cause I was underage an’ all. An’ he called me 'hysterical’ and said I was blowin’ it out of proportion. Nothin’ got done all the same. Bastard.”

“There’s a Keith who wrote about the -ah- 'funniest deterrent ever’ in a journal, but the remainder of the story has been damaged.”

Shayde grinned. “I put itchin’ powder on the outside o’ me clothes in the target areas. Fer two months. He learned to look an’ not touch at the very least.”

“But he still looked.”

“I did me best not to be a pretty picture. Not that it stopped him.”

The Archivaas munched on a biscuit and sipped at his tea. “Whatever made you stop at itching powder?”

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“Genius is always allowed some leeway, once the hammer has been pried from its hands and the blood has been cleaned up.”

“That’s a scary quote from you, hon,” said Todd.

Sara, waist-deep in the workings of Cerebro, said, “Granted, it is problematic. Fortunately, my murderous tendencies remain confined in the socially acceptable forum of fiction. But it is rather apropos.”

Todd quickly put two and two together. “You mean this aint a

Asteroids: Nature’s way of asking “So, how’s that space program coming along?”

“What I don’t get is that we’ve had the technology for years but we’re all just sitting around and watching these rocks fly by.”

“Getting into space is expensive. And when you think about it, Earth’s the best defense against asteroids there is.”

“Shyeah. Tell that to the dinosaurs.”

“

When the end of the world came, it was in a form no-one had anticipated.

(#000101)

“And you’re sure this will initiate the -um- whatchamacallit.”

“Personal temporal stability field. Yes. One push of a button and I can live forever and never age.” Greedy fingers gently caressed the alligator switch. “My telomeres will be stable. I’ll continue to move forward in time, but time will have no effect on me. I won’

Write a story based on any part of this song. I recommend the cover by Michelle Dockrey and Tony Fabris (aka Vixy & Tony).

(Holy shit it’s #00100!)

Red alert was blaring, the Klingons were coming in hard and fast. Michael worked as hard as he could to get the coupling back together and effectively save the day. Which he did.

“And now my keyboard doesn’t work,” she complained.

“Hmn?” One blink, and he

I’ve actually already written a little snippet for this, but I’d like to see what you do. First Contact scenario with an explorator ship, and a bridge officer says to Captain James, completely seriously, “It’s life Jim, but not as we know it”. Cue laughing and singing from someone else on the bridge, a classic sci-fi and filk fan, just as the first audio transmissions between the two species start.

(#00099)

There is a

Fusion Power has been “thirty years away” for more than thirty years now, due to a combination of lack of funding and public apprehension about anything with the word “nuclear” appended to it. What would it take to change that?

(#00098)

“What, all of it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Even the shale?”

“Yes, sir.”

“All of the coal. All of the oil.”

Weatherby began to wonder how many different ways

Humanity finally recognises another species on this planet as sapient, and deserving of more than animal rights, even if those are different to human rights… and all it took was them beating us over our collective heads with a metaphorical stick.

(#00097)

We swim. We hunt. We talk. They used us, the land-walkers. Experimented on us. Made us into weapons. Made us into things to render safe their horrible devices.

They are clever, those land-walkers. But not clever enough.

We have

Show humanity’s reaction when they find out, after however long of xenopsychology study and then however long the knowledge takes to dissemminate to humans, that they are regarded as a species, insane. Both the “official” reaction, from the leaders of the species, and the unofficial reaction when the person on the street finds out.

(00065)

Earth’s reaction to the approaching fleet was predictable. The first parody images with popular, fictional, media space vessels were online within

Two of them are fanfiction, though not for one of your usual fandoms, but something that …actually, you introduced me to back on the Nutboard.

First off, the non-fanfiction:

In-a: Space Station
With-a: First Contact delegation
While-a: Member of the alien delegation begins to get an inkling of how utterly insane Humans are, compared to the rest of the Galaxy

And the others:

How did Lady Ekaterin Vorkosigan react to hearing some of the details of her new husband’s