One of the things about makes me sad about not being physically immortal is that I’m going to miss out on what happens to interstellar spaceships once they get cheap enough for the hobbyists to play around with them. The universe of “A Stellar Aesthetic” is full of them. It’s always these incredibly old dudes with a blowtorch, a cigar, and no protective gear, too. You encounter a guy like that working on your ship, you’d be bizarrely comforted by the sight…
Tag: patreon microfiction
Patreon Microfiction: Death Is Cheap.
…Look, it’s not like he’s sacrificing people, right? Death is a part of life, so it’s a part of magic, and there’s gonna be market forces at play encouraging the cost of resurrections to go down. You don’t make your pile raising one person for a thousand gold: you make it by raising fifty people for a hundred each. There’s simply more of them who can afford that fee, as long as you make sure that Death is Cheap…
Patreon Microfiction: Rest Cure.
Seriously, ‘Rest Cure’ points out what I think is an under-examined wrinkle in the entire ‘personal apotheosis’ thing: why are we assuming higher-dimensional beings are just going to be blandly welcoming? We’d be popping in out of nowhere, with no relevant life skills from their point of view. I mean, sure, well done and everything with transcending your lower-dimensional prison. …What did you expect to do now?
Patreon Microfiction: Scorpio Five.
I dunno if ‘Scorpio Five’ is best suited for a novel, or a TTRPG setting. The reason I wonder about the latter is that if you run a game in it the players are immediately gonna want to leave, simply because they’ve been told it’s impossible and that’s just catnip to gamers. Search your heart; you know this to be true.
Patreon Microfiction: It’s the Apocalypse When We Say It Is.
Patreon Microfiction: Crazy Money.
“Crazy Money” is about as close as you’re ever going to see me come up with an indictment of capitalism. Which is to say, not very close at all. It’s not that it’s perfect, but all the other systems are worse.
Patreon Microfiction: Songs of The Orcish Steppes.
‘Songs of The Orcish Steppes’ would make for a decent Western. I could see orcs as cowboys. More importantly, I figure that so could they. …I obviously don’t mean Tolkien orcs, here. I mean their more civilized literary descendants.
Patreon Microfiction: First Contact.
“First Contact” is set in the same Unfiltered univers as GHOSTS ON AN ALIEN WIND. …I really need to find a better name for this series than ‘Unfliltered.’ It’s a joke that I get, but possibly nobody else does.
Patreon Microfiction: We Don’t Talk About The Face.
Fun not-actually-fun fact: I started seeing the odd Face in AI slop after I wrote “We Don’t Talk About The Face.” …Yeah, I’m sure that’s nothing. It’s got to be some sort of coincidence.
Patreon Microfiction: Lucidity.
Lucidity is not sanity. You can be perfectly clear and intelligible, while at the same time quite mad. For that matter, even if our protagonist succeeds he’s still going to be quite mad.