I figure the guys in ‘Patience in the Dark’ are actually not too bad when it comes to getting disease cures, if not fertility treatments. Blighting the existence of viruses and bacteria, before they can accomplish their personal goals (such as they are)? That’s actually kind of soothing to the Brotherhood. Plus, it helps keep the authorities off their collective backs.
Tag: microfiction
Patreon Microfiction: ‘Went Native.’
I know the premise of ‘Went Native’ kind of sucks, but… whaddya gonna do? It happened. Strictly speaking, it’s no living human’s fault that it happened. Life isn’t always tidy, or fair.
Patreon Microfiction: Weakness.
Ah, Weakness. Yeah, well, good is not always nice. It sometimes is, but that’s not a requirement.
Patreon Microfiction: ‘Settling In.’
I know Settling In isn’t embedding. WordPress has gotten real weird with blocks lately, and I can’t figure out why. Sorry.
Patreon Microfiction: Labyrinth.
‘Labyrinth’ came from a fun game of Microscope I played, a few months back. …It mostly makes sense only if you played that particular spontaneously-generated campaign, huh? Shame, because it was a fun night.
#commissionearned
Patreon Microfiction: Out of Period.
The thing I am most pleased with in ‘Out of Period’ is ‘fersure-ly.’ I mean, it’s an obscure joke even for me, but to me and a bunch of other recreationists it’s pretty good. That’ll do.
Patreon Microfiction: Mutual Trade Benefits.
Note that all of the names in ‘Mutual Trade Benefits’ are translations. The concepts came across reasonably well, too. Which makes sense, because all of these aliens were enough like us to work out real estate deals.
Patreon Microfiction: Invasive Species.
What’s the message of “Invasive Species?” That sky octopuses are cool. …Sorry about that.
Patreon Microfiction: Alchemical Byproducts.
The dude in ‘Alchemical Byproducts’ isn’t exactly whining about it, but he’s feeling just a touch aggrieved. Having the Philosopher’s Stone is turning out to be a solid, stone-cold moneymaker, after all (if not quite literally, in this world of fiat currency). He’s just embarrassed that all the pure science people are pissed at him now.
Patreon Microfiction: …Why, It *Cuts*.
I’m not sure why Those That Must felt they needed to kill an entire galaxy that way in “…Why, It Cuts,” but they did. I get the [impression] that Those That Must aren’t very nice. Maybe not precisely evil, but they’re not very nice at all.