There’s a tacit agreement in place, in the ‘Ghost From The Machine’ universe: you don’t ask scientists about why you need one particular bit of android to transfer consciousness and memory, and scientists don’t feel obligated to make a fuss over the entire thing. This is just something that happens. It’s a Mystery, everybody accepts it, and gets on with the war.
Tag: patreon microfiction
Patreon Microfiction: Sufficiently Developed Technology.
‘Sufficiently Developed Technology’ assumes that nobody else would develop purely mechanistic ways to mess around with the universe, which admittedly seems very low-probability. Then again, how do we know it’s low-probability? When it comes to sapient species development, we’re dealing with one heck of a small sample size.
Patreon Microfiction: “The Girl With the Sensible Boots.”
So, I took a look at “The Girl With the Sensible Boots,” and decided that it could make a suitable short story. So I made it into one. You can find it here.
Patreon Microfiction: Season’s Greetings.
What is the true message of ‘Season’s Greetings?’ Easy. Angels are terrifying. Sure, there’s some stuff about Christmas in there, but take this away from the text, if nothing else: angels are terrifying.
Patreon Microfiction: The Seam In tHe World.
I wonder if the spelling in ‘The Seam In tHe World’ bugs people as much as it bugs me. Probably not. That’s why I added the bit about hearing the Capital H. I figure the scream would bug people in-universe just fine.
Patreon Microfiction: Salamander.
I don’t really want to do much with ‘Salamander.’ Sharon’s doing fine, and the worldbuilding involved sounds really, really… well, dull, honestly. I don’t have the chemistry and biology I’d need, sorry.
Patreon Microfiction: There’s Worse Places To Wait Out A War.
“There’s Worse Places To Wait Out A War” is straight-up science fiction, in the space operatic tradition. It’s a good question he asks at the end. Why in God’s name would his species want to be at war with them?
Patreon Microfiction: Two-Fisted Cosmic Cthulhu Tales!
I kind of want, and kind of don’t want, to write more of “Two-Fisted Cosmic Cthulhu Tales!” On the one hand, it’ll annoy some people I enjoy annoying. On the other hand, I’m getting a bit old to be a pain in the butt. And on the squirming facial tentacles: will it even sell?
Patreon Microfiction: ‘Let Us Know When You’re Done.’
You know how you can walk into something, then have a lot of crap suddenly come down and suddenly people are screaming at each other, and you don’t know why? And then a big dude comes up to you, and lets you know that now is not a good time? And then politely suggests that you stand not on the order of your coming, but go at once?
Yeah, that’s humanity in ‘Let Us Know When You’re Done.’ Some doors you close again right away.
Patreon Microfiction: Yes, It’s Messy.
“Yes, It’s Messy” is a perfectly accurate description of what happens when a Void finds some extra-dimensional matter to absorb. Although possibly not a horrific enough one. The worst part is when the Void needs only about, say, a pound of flesh…