No, I don’t know how the stardrive in “Ignorance Is Bliss” would work. In fact, I don’t know how ANY stardrive would work. I don’t have the math — and I don’t know what I would do with it if I had it, either.
Tag: microfiction
Patreon microfiction: ‘More for Us!’
“More For Us!” asks the question that nobody else would: is it always bad when astral parasites gather to batten on your pain and suffering? Admittedly, maybe it’s not the most obvious and rewarding question that nobody else has ever asked, but I gotta work with what I got. Besides, microfiction is a nicely flexible field for these sorts of self-contained literary concepts.
Patreon Microfiction: “Sentimental Value.”
“Sentimental Value” is my paean to the notion that, even in our glorious transhumanist future, we’re probably going to have to deal with the little things in day to day life. Also, that people who are in glorious transhumanist futures are probably not going to wander around all day breathlessly going “Hey! How about that Singularity, huh?” …OK, wait, some of them probably will. Somebody always does.
My Patreon microfiction: ‘Peacework.’
“Peacework” could have maybe benefited by a few more words. The pun in the title and the examples used can only be stretched so far to hint at the larger point. Ach, well, this is how I learn.
My Patreon microfiction: ‘Legacy.’
I was the one who wrote ‘Legacy,’ and I still don’t know whether this was a reward, or a subtle punishment. I flip-flop on it from sentence to sentence, honestly. How much does anybody really want to know about just how he’ll be seen?
Patreon microfiction: ‘Coileain Chumhacht.’
I knew once what the larger point of “Coileain Chumhacht” was, but it eludes me. I’m pretty sure that it had something to do with a Something Positive cartoon, though. I think.
Patreon microfiction: “Emergency Repairs.”
“Emergency Repairs” is… well, it’s a little goofy. But not zany or chipper. And it avoids gonzo because it’s a little too linear.
And another Patreon microfiction: “Beer Barrel Poker.”
And Beer Barrel Poker was the more normal one, that week. Whatever ‘normal’ means, in this context. Sometimes I don’t know, either.
My Patreon microfiction “Children of the Candy Corn.”
I more or less gave away “Children of the Candy Corn” for free on Patreon because I felt bad about being paid to flat-out trying to scare my Patrons. It’s one thing when I’m being paid to write fiction, or I’m submitting it for publication. But to just have this come out of nowhere… well.
Patreon microfiction: ‘Canaries.’
‘Canaries‘ illustrates something that I’ve long thought: to wit, that folklore ascribes natural magical talent to a whole range of creatures who are, frankly, as dumb as posts. Have any of these people ever have cats? Show a cat a magical hovering flame and it’ll chase it right into the wall.