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: 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.

Patreon Microfiction: Glorious.

‘Glorious’ is either sacrilegious, presumptuous, or chauvinistic, depending on your point of view. Or maybe all three. I’m also kind of negatively impressed with myself for badly spelling all three of the words in that list. Possibly I should have gone to bed earlier last night?

Patreon Microfiction: Green-Purple-Black Box Blues.

“Green-Purple-Black Box Blues” is mostly because, indeed, nobody comes up with taste-based magic systems. I dunno, maybe if we were snakes or something we might have in our fiction. Leaving aside what ‘fiction’ would even look under such a thought experiment.