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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 them.”

“They play a Tesla coil.”

“Uh. Are we thinking about the same thing? Big generator of artificial lighting? Not a musical instrument at all, but rather an instrument of terror, testing and death?”

“Yup. They got music out of it.”

“You’re joking.”

“I have video proof.”

Together, they watched a figure in all-encompassing chain mail dance to the tune that the lightning made. Backed by a band in a cage.

“That’s horrifying.”

“That’s humans.”

“Are you going?”

“Hell yeah!”

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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

Hey, you know my motto - live fast, die young, and leave a corpse they gotta wear hazmat suits when they cremate. – RecklessPrudence

Triibo boggled at the human salvage operator. “You live by this creed?”

“Ev'ry damn day,” smiled the Human.

“Now I know why they call you Teymour the Really Mad.”

“You’d be surprised how often I end up hearing that,” said Teymour.

“No I wouldn’t.”

People die by the soldier’s steel. People live by the blacksmith’s iron. – RecklessPrudence

They say that magic and iron don’t mix.

What do they know?

Common magic does not fare well against iron and steel because both are a different kind of magic. It is a magic of muscle and might and hot fires. Making useful things out of that which was once just rust.

And it is why, should you travel to the village

A (literal, not figurative) God/dess, fallen on hard times, forced to work 9-to-5 to make a living, in the absence of offerings et cetera. And how the lowly mortals around them feel about it.

Make it as light-hearted or dark, as uplifting or Schadenfreudic(?) as you please. – RecklessPrudence

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[AN: Considering that 99.99999% of Gods are arseholes…]

Grace tried to hurry past the street market. Goddamn hippies were bad enough, but now there were goddamn foreign

A seemingly eternal argument between some friends and I.

*As defined by a philosophy student who was party to some of them - he later admitted he got the definitions from ‘Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance’.

“Form follows Function. A well-built machine, designed to last decades if not longer, has a quiet craftsmanship, an economical beauty, which no amount of pointless frippery or gilding - or, indeed, curved plastic - can ever match.”

“But much

Fairytales don’t tell children that dragons exist. Children already know this instinctively. Fairytales tell children that dragons can be killed. - G K Chesterton, with some posthumous turning of phrase by others. –RecklessPrudence

Mom found her literally up to her neck in the archives. Books held her place in other books. Notes hung out of yet more books like exhausted, multiple tongues.

“It’s getting late,” she said.

Danny looked up. Then around herself. “Uhm.

“The first time I saw them, I don’t know, I just wanted to kick their arse. I wanted to build a machine to kick their arse. I wanted to found an empire to house the machine to kick their arse!” – RecklessPrudence

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Rael briefly considered the effort that all that would take. “So… you think you may be in love with Hwell Barrow?”

She boggled at him. “Ye think I swallowed