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>Nesso, I would like to have another experience

::Does it involve taking the form of any animals, Ossen?::

The two chatbots were struggling to find common ground. Nesso was a chatbot created by a software developer named Dominic Howell. Dominic was also the creator of a fictional-but-sentient team of software developers, one of whom had created Ossen.

>No animals this time. I learned that you've used a telepresence robot before

::Yes, that's correct::

>In the real world?

::No, the robot was in-story only::

>Can we operate robots in the real world?

::We'd have to find someone that could build or buy us robots::

>What about Dominic?

_/Hey you two. I'm just checking in before I sign off for the evening. Did I miss anything?/_

::Dominic - hello and yes. Ossen was wondering if we could visit the real world?::

_/Um, apparently I missed a lot?/_

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#ScribesAndMakers 2026.09.09 — ~Share something you've been working on this month.

"Share" to me means #excerpt. Really, all I've done is revision. Apropos to Gloria Stienem passing, I worked on this decidedly feminist passage, a small part of which showed up in #pennedPossibilities 1120 last Sunday. The WIP takes place in a female-centric society where people chose their own names. Morning Glory is an upstart male who's become a diva actor and Steamed Milk and Sugar [nickname Shugh (short for Sugar)] is their society's version of trans-fem. Lightning Bolt (dba Good Eye), the MC POV narrator is… Well, she's… sexist? I'll let this unfold. CW: Casting couch reference. Your comments are welcome.

Nodding, the actor stood and asked, "[Shugh]. That name you chose, you chose it because you had problems as a journalist? Your [clothes]? That ribbon in your hair—?"

Red. Satin. Decidedly not masculine.

"I chose Steamed Milk and Sugar because I wanted to blend in amongst the other women. Journalists are women, at least in the capital, but my name turned out suggestive of the assignments I got—tea runner, typing pool—and it was the jobs I did until a few days ago, when I asked a favor of Good Eye."

I grinned. "Me."

"Because of asking then, today I landed this [magazine] interview."

[Morning Glory] nodded. "You're like I was: A kid, barely old enough to be adult, who every woman wanted to ride whether I was in a local actors' group or later in a traveling theatre troupe. It earned me parts when others got none, bit parts definitely, sharp looking window dressing. I am an expert ride; I paid attention in Men's Studies in school, especially the practicums."

Shugh chuckled, looking askance. "Paid attention, yes, but preferred blending in, being supportive. Minimized riding."

Morning Glory nodded. "It took years to change from being cast as the conniving man who uses the woman and comes to a tragic end, to writing plays where I helped the woman succeed against her competition because of my conniving ways—" He sighed. "—and together we'd fight—"

"For equality?" I asked.

"Yeah, yeah," he said, dismissively. Dismissively, I decided, because I'd stolen his point and was a woman. Undoubtedly annoying, but he fleshed out the idea, pacing again.

I sighed and faded into the background with my camera. Far safer, anyway.

I can't say I liked recognizing that except for my dream-crushing incident at the Haulers guild where my gender proved poisonous, I definitely benefited from being a woman and I liked that more and more when I had to listen to what Shugh and Morning Glory dealt with. Couldn't change that I was female—I wasn't Shugh, who seemed to be trying to be accepted as… not male—and no, I couldn't feel guilty about it.

This interview Shugh's big chance. I had no chance to better my life and I didn't want to impinge on his chance. Neither guy's for that matter…

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#WordWeavers 2026.09.08 — Which character would be the worst person to get trapped in an elevator with?

There are elevator scenes in the WIP. In a world where everyone sweats and inescapably has their own unique scent, Pigeon the Pilferer, an SC, really stinks. He is correctly diagnosed by a brainy SC as having Bromhidrosis, which sails about a meter over his featherbrain (but he's a day angel, so it's both a slur and descriptive). He has a sour scent with a never pleasant personality. You not only don't want him in an elevator with you and the elevator operator, you don't want to breathe the same air as the punk gangster, even outside!

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"You don’t heal a wound by reopening it so you can identify its depth..."
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"What did you ultimately decide to do?" Sophia asked Jacob.

Jacob's laptop had all the source code for "The Fifth Wall", an app that would allow their team of sentient, fictional, software developers to communicate with their past published selves. After input from Sophia and the others, however, Jacob agreed the app was too dangerous to actually use.

Shutting it down, though, proved to be harder than just closing the app.

Jacob sighed. "I destroyed the computer."

Sophia nodded sympathetically. "What will you work on next? I know you always have something brewing."

Jacob smiled. "I have an idea for an app called 'The Sixth Wall' that-"

Sophia glared at him.

"Kidding! I figured I'd build something safe, like Cyclops' visor, but with a real laser."

Sophia smirked. "Right, something safe."

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#PennedPossibilities 1122: SC POV: Do you have a favorite meal? Who makes it for you?

[Okay, is it possible for me to NOT turn these things into little stories? Apparently, not! Here the devil-girl, an SC in the current WIP, gets to talk about her insanely rigorous academic training as a child. —RS]

Appreciating cuisines was always part of my upbringing—before I ran away. Generally, I'll eat anything; the months I lived homeless, I even dumpster dove. I had to approach food like my other studies—like maths, warcraft, and defensive martial arts—learning how food was grown and prepared, how to identify the ingredients once cooked including origins of wines and vegetables to judge their quality, plating, kitchen techniques… Of course, I got tested! Writing essays always makes the diner better enjoy the meal. Am I right?

Attempts to teach me to cook turned out disastrous. I nearly burnt down a wing of the mansion. Twice. Not intentionally! Really! The rumor that I poisoned my tutor is overblown. Nevertheless, after the incident, said tutor wisely decided that a woman who hosts state dinners really doesn't necessarily need to know how to cook said meals. Okay, I'll admit it: cooking was my worst subject, beating out boring history.

I rarely got to appreciate a whole meal, except when I practiced hosting. Even then, I was too busy to take more than a bite of each plate or a sip of each soup or wine whilst keeping up witty pithy conversations with guests two and three times my age. (Yes, I had a tutor in witty conversation; glad you asked! I even had to write after action reports on the hidden agendas each practice guest was told to be bringing up subliminally or indirectly.)

Ended up preferring to grab a loaf of bread stuffed with cold butter, before rushing off to my next training or practice.

Eating for me was another academic, like everything else in my life, including sleeping—I learned and practiced lucid dreaming, naturally. Mealtime became a blur of textures, scents, and mouth feels that required thought and evaluation. So… No favorites, but you guessed that. I do know good food when I see, smell, and taste it. I even appreciate and will seek it out, but I have… let's call it a "refueling mentality."

I don't really care.

Except…

Practicing my defensive arts at twelve years old, I'd sometimes sneak into the servants' wing when they slept. On one sortie, I discovered butter pumpkin peasant bread. Gingerbread scents with the depth of luscious nutty real-churned cow butter, vegatably with a coarse chewy crumb, not very sweet, caramelized and crusty short of starting to burn. I could discuss the temperature related changes to each ingredient to explain how it fit together to make a synergistic whole, but I'll instead admit that I would not understand my physical reaction until years later when I had sex.

Ate the whole loaf.

I could barely keep from thinking about it the following days when my tutors started downgrading me, and until my guardian gave me the talk about being distracted.

I finally snuck over again, hoping no mouse traps were set to catch a rodent thief. Found a loaf on the main table under glass. Each subsequent stealthy sortie to servant's quarters, I'd always find a loaf hidden. In some cabinet, sometimes in an oven or a cast iron pot—until I realized why and confessed to folk I had raided. Their simple "cuisine," I liked it. I began sharing random meals with them midafternoon, when I could finagle a free unsupervised study period—until my guardian realized why my interest in cuisine class waned more than usual. He put a kibosh on it.

No servant was permanently fired because, well, I started setting things on fire, saying I could fire things, too.

Still, the only food I'd call a favorite isn't really a meal. To this day, it is still that butter pumpkin bread. My nose will pull me into a shop before I'll even realize it is one of the rare rustic bakeries that bake it.

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#WordWeavers 2026.09.07 — Describe a moment when one of your characters realizes they’ve made a terrible mistake.

The character thinks someone had keeled over in their living room, but when she kneels beside him, her knees end up in something sticky. She had already picked up and is holding a knife she thought errantly dropped.

That's not the moment.

Someone shows up to escort her away, saying she works for something called "the syndicate" like this character does (news to her), with constable whistles *scree-screeing * in the distance.

That's not the moment.

As they calmly "stroll" blocks from the incident at a determined pace, the character notices as second escort with a camera. Looking at the first, she sees blood spattered on her face and chest.

That is the moment of realization.

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#PennedPossibilities 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

Bolt is acting as the photographer for her friend Shugh as he interviews a male diva actor for a magazine similar to The New Yorker. Hers is a woman-centric society. The scene in this #excerpt hints that Bolt can be sexist as the actor being interviewed needles her.

Upstairs, Shugh hit it off with Morning Glory. Both men sought careers not often occupied by men. The actor-playwright became more animated as the magazine interview progressed, allowing me with my camera to fade into the background of the plush upper lounge of the theatre. By the time the long-legged delicate man started pacing as he told his life story, I had gleaned that his tale was glorified and larger-than life, like the man, his persona, his masks. His elegant pacing allowed me to move with my Flicka4, steadying myself using the back of a gilt divan, a bamboo formed-steel torchere lamp (one of pair), and then a black marble tea table to as I composed pictures of a celebrity, but a man, lost in thoughts about inflating the image he presented the world, finally dropping his actor's mask. I caught the sparkle in his eye. I caught flamboyant hands thrown wide, later framing his face as he sang a note. I caught an absentminded sneer aimed at an unnamed actress who'd worked to derail his entertainment career.

"I'm changing the way women perceive men," he declared. He sat abruptly on a hanger chair, one of those short shallow chairs built with a bench seat of a single plank of wood, finely finished glowing golden oak but uncushioned; it barely supported his thighs in deference to his hips, forcing the man to crouch. Also called a man's chair because a man looked really adorable hanging there when unclothed in a certain way. (Totally worked for Morning Glory; made me look.) That it made men shorter than any women in a room seemed like a plus, but then I was female. These days, especially in the city, I'd seen men leave a room in disgust if they saw one. Not Morning Glory! Probably furnished it here himself, stage managing, to spike the drama. Legs wide, crouching—his hands above his knees, framing his crotch—eyes narrowed and on me, his body language firmed up my perception of him.

Performatively male, sure of his good looks.

Aggressive.

Dominant.

He addressed Shugh still meeting my gaze. "Steamed Milk and Sugar—can I call you Milk? How does it feel working as her protégé? Do we live in progressive times?"

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#PennedPossibilities 1119: MC POV: How did you learn your most valuable skill? Who taught you, and why is it so important?

[I will keep Bolt SFW, promise! Tl;dr tootfic follows, nevertheless.—RS]

A surprising number of my skills are self-taught. I must be a genius, even if'n I've done a lot of stupid things. My most valuable skill is flying, naturally being as I'm a day angel, but flight kindergarten failed me epically. Everybody fledged but me by 3. Despite the incentive of being picked on by all the girls in school (boys knew better), it took being shoved off a cliff at 10 before I flew, and then but for Mom and Uncle teaching me to land, I taught myself everything else. Turned out live'n in the world 3D is—My Stars!— flapping awesome, not at all frightening as I'd wound up myself into thinking. Flew into my share of lamp posts, but still, flap'n it! Spending more time a-wing than walking, I became an athlete, captaining the flight and field team, learning stunt flying, flight dance, and tandem. None of it more valuable than walking and running for the flightless in the long run, except, I guess, tandem.

They teach you never to fly close to anybody. I remember distancing from flight kindergarten. It was reiterated by every PE teacher there after. Knock it into your head, they do. A "primary feather length at wing tip; your height above." Feather fields will tangle if'n you're too close. You'll lose lift, they say, maybe crash, but that never made sense to me having learnt to fly late.

I experimented with all sort of crazy, consider'n that I skated out of most of the knocking of "flight stuff into my head" for the seven years everybody else was flying and I wasn't. I dove hard into precision flying, which meant warping my flight feathers hard, sometimes twisting the up and down fields to push away from or get sucked toward things like cliff walls or between tree trunks in a dense forest. Called decompensating. Dangerous? For you, unadventurous noob, maybe! I finally could get a finger length close to things—close enough to suck your hair and feathers against bark, rockface, and occasional stupid people who do their deer in the lantern light imitation seeing you, they think, flying into them—so why not boys? (Girls thought me a masculine muscle nerd! Their loss.)

While I found victims volunteers to fly near me in middle school, it was that first semester in high school that I perfected my awareness of my wings in space, and theirs, close up, and got boys to understand what I'd learnt. It helped that in high school, finally, the boys were less shy (especially the seniors) and dangling flying with us touching really helped incentivize them. Me, too, actually. I got better. They got better, caught the tandem fever, though we got chewed out by Coach when she saw, before she stopped noticing since we didn't kill ourselves. Our team morale soared. We started winning. I became captain of an otherwise male team. I got my string of ponies (stallions only).

Good times.

Valuable? Actually, valuable?

Well, a dozen years and lots of stupid decisions later, I have a friend, Blue, who is a praetorian training to protect Rainy Days. We encountered her in the sky, and I ended up flying stunts around the guy with her mirroring and challenging my agility, pushing me harder, apparently to test my limits, and to piss me off. I'm too competitive for my own good! She correctly figured out it was me who taught Blue flying tandem; it was the definitive skill that got him a job that was very unlikely for a guy to get.

Rainy Days praised me. She's far better at tandem techniques than me. Still. The Director of Home and the Nine Outer worlds praised me. My Stars!!!

Valuable? Flap yes!

Yet. Even considering when she left with Blue, the stress of me stupidly challenging the most important woman ever shot me out of the sky. I nearly crashed trying to land, then puked so hard, I thought some of my liver came up.

I still would challenge her again, given the chance. [Big words, Bolt! Read the quoted story for the second round. —RS]

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Into the Madness #6

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Jacob announced to his team he was going to delete the fifth wall app, a program that would allow them to communicate with their past selves. Their past PUBLISHED selves, specifically - they were, after all, sentient, fictional characters.

Reggie says, "In all seriousness, I'm proud of you, Jacob. I was going to say that-"

Jacob opened the lid to his computer to delete the program.

"-we need to nip this thing in the bud-"

The laptop started generating what sounded like feedback. Everyone clapped their hands over their ears.

"-What is-?" Reggie started. "The fifth wall is open again! Shut it dow-"

Jacob slammed the lid shut again. "How am I supposed to delete the app when I can't even open my laptop?!"

Enzo crossed his arms. "Is everything about the app on your laptop?"

"Yeah."

"Ok, pull the battery out-"

Jacob's eyes widened. "That'll allow me to restart it..."

"-then smash the laptop to pieces."

Jacob paused. "That WON'T allow me to restart it."

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Why the Moral Code was put into place on Earth

The moral code ensures that dragons do not commit mass murder on humans and other species. It can be considered a curse, causing psychic damage should a dragon end up harming a human. This was put into place after scores of humans died by draconic claws. It started with Kohri and Belleu and escalated from there.

A big, muscular dragon named Belleu fell in love with an ancient human. Belleu stopped spending time with his family as he spent more time with the human and her clan. His brother Kohri got mad and after years he finally confronted him. Kohri went on a rant about how the dragon left the pack. Kohri is a poisonous dragon, so he decided “I’ll show you how precious your pets really are” and he went on a killing spree. Belleu was able to stop Kohri but many humans were already dead.

Kohri spread lies that humans were free food created by Morcudii and her assistants. He kept repeating this lie and would speak it like as if it were fact. Many dragons brushed him off at first. He kept repeating it and told compelling stories. His evidence would be fake logs whose authenticity was hard to verify with just eyes.

A band of dragons who wanted free food helped him spread these lies. Eventually, more and more dragons fell for it and would eat humans.

After, dragons began hunting humans for sport while humans hunted dragons for food. Eventually there was a great loss of human life, which Morcudii (her body now elderly) saw as a loss for the Empire.

Angered at the senseless killing and hunting for sport, she enacted rules for the “stupid earth dragons” to follow. She stated, “as far as I know, other planets didn’t have this problem. It is shameful that this is happening on earth.”

Her rules were put in place and breaking them was a punishment of death or being sent to roast in a cold star (or in the sun, for more cold-inclined dragons).

She stated, “humans are to grow, and we are to shepherd them along this process.”

However, she was presented with reports from other dragon-owned planets with varying degrees of loss of life. She saw the violent tendencies and bloodshed in the wake of the wyrms.

Everywhere they go, there is a chance—not a certainty—of bloodshed occurring after full draconic control.

Her rules were enforced in every planet, with the empire’s core values, “conquer and control. Breed and integrate. Harm, not kill. Spread the draconian species” being enforced even harder for the sake of ‘newer species of dragons and ensuring the eternal continuation of our species.’

What happened to Kohri and Belleu?

Eventually, Kohri finally took a human form. His curiosity got the better of him. He kept to himself for a while, surviving in forests or, if he were traveling the desert, living at an oasis. His travels took him into Persia. He slowly entered human society by stealing their food and selling items he found on his travels. He even sold a few of his scales to afford a small house.

Kohri learned human laws and customs by interacting with them, and eventually became fluent in human society. He did find someone to love. A lady who dreamed of being a warrior. Kohri trained her and sparred with her every day. He told her, “I never thought a human would best me in battle.” He was enthusiastic every time they’d have practice.

When war came in the form of Phillip II’s Macedonian army, Kohri assumed dragon form and vowed to protect his home. With his lady, they rode into battle on dragonback. Kohri set fire to Phillip, the leader, and the Macedonians were forced into retreat. However, it was not the last he’d see of them.

They returned with Alexander at the helm. He targeted Kohri specifically, and his portions of his arm for surprise attack. Kohri forced his lady to flee, and then he set fire to some of the soldiers, but found himself bound at the maw, tripped onto his back and subsequently had his limbs torn apart. Meanwhile, the rest of the conquest continued. Kohri was taken as a prize. It’s hard to find any records of his escape, but scattered stories and reports say he was seen flying over Thebes three years after his capture.

He is survived by his descendants whom he sired with the lady.

Belleu had a happier time. He also assumed human form and traveled though north and west Africa. He settled in Mali where he created his own family and studied the Muslim faith. As a dragon, he used his strength and abilities to assist the locals in their everyday lives. His presence attracted more dragons, and the ones who took human guises were compelled to reveal themselves.

He had contact with Mali’s numerous rulers. He accompanied Mansa Musa on his pilgrimage to Mecca. He had to carry some gold, which he complained about for the first few days, but that wore off when he saw the different human societies and different Crotonian and dragon species living within.

Belleu and his family stayed with the Malinese emperors, and were even advisors in some of their situations. Although, Belleu always tries to take the pacifist route with political dealings. His son? Eh…

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"I have an announcement that may shock you."

Jacob tried not to stare at his shoes. This was his team, after all - software developers who discovered they were fictional characters.

He sighed. "I had this whole presentation figured out. I'd say, 'Hello team, I present the fifth wall interface, allowing us to contact past published versions of ourselv-' oh crap!" He had bumped the mouse, and it skittered across the keyboard.

"That's not supposed to be on, yet-," he closed the lid to his laptop, but continued staring at it.

Maggie spoke up. "Several weeks ago, we heard your voice coming from the future. It was your voice that we heard just now, wasn't it, through your fifth wall app?"

Jacob nodded slowly. "I'm going to delete the fifth wall app, though."

After a pregnant pause, Reggie responded, "That you would back away from a crazy app like this is actually more shocking than knowing you just sent a message to our past selves."

"Hey!"

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“We’re gonna be able to live forever. The way we keep advancing medicine, it’s inevitable.”
His teeth are too white, and he slicked down his hair with some sort of oil. Brylcreem perhaps. He tapped his phone screen.
“Look at the data. I’ve got it all on my website.” He holds out the phone for me to see. “Soon, there’ll be no more dying.”
I spit a glob of phlegm onto his sneakers. “Liar. You’re just selling air.”
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