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Huzzah! And my kinda-sort mini-vacation is almost at an end.
Short story: Market Day at the PECZ. A Fermi Resolution story! It originally showed up as a stretch goal, but that particular collection is wayyyyy down the publishing queue, so Patrons can have it now.
“A Moment Of Weakness” reminds us that temptation can run the other way, too. And that, for all its pretensions, Evil seems to have a difficult time sustaining its sway. Its fires burn fiercely; but usually quickly, too. …Or so I believe.
If ‘Not Your Problem’ is bleak, it’s uniquely so. I mean, tough luck on the infinitely future cosmos, sure. But this doesn’t sound like a particularly bad deal for us. I mean, I don’t even really remember the apartment my family had in Brooklyn.
If you’re curious: the gloubari are not particularly more or less advanced than humanity is, technology-wise, so this wasn’t an imposed colony. They instead acquired the Saturn colony in a complicated land estate deal that ended with humanity picking up three rather nice terrestrial-type planets in gloubari systems in exchange. This means that both sides in “Just Don’t Look Over The Edge” are firmly convinced that they’ve robbed each other blind, which is always good for interstellar amity.
Well. They meant well. …Which really is the worst thing in the English language that you can say about someone. Also: “Just Before The Beginning Of The End” may or may not be canonically part of the Fermi Resolution, but it’s not currently contradicting it.