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The barbarian hurried after his companion. "That didn't go too well."
"It's fine." The rogue grimaced. "Her words have a #hidden meaning."
"As in, she *won't* toss you in the river? That's why're we leaving in such a rush?"
"... just being discreet. In case anyone else catches on."
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The barbarian hurried after his companion. "That didn't go too well."
"It's fine." The rogue grimaced. "Her words have a #hidden meaning."
"As in, she *won't* toss you in the river? That's why're we leaving in such a rush?"
"... just being discreet. In case anyone else catches on."
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The barbarian hurried after his companion. "That didn't go too well."
"It's fine." The rogue grimaced. "Her words have a #hidden meaning."
"As in, she *won't* toss you in the river? That's why're we leaving in such a rush?"
"... just being discreet. In case anyone else catches on."
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The barbarian hurried after his companion. "That didn't go too well."
"It's fine." The rogue grimaced. "Her words have a #hidden meaning."
"As in, she *won't* toss you in the river? That's why're we leaving in such a rush?"
"... just being discreet. In case anyone else catches on."
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The barbarian hurried after his companion. "That didn't go too well."
"It's fine." The rogue grimaced. "Her words have a #hidden meaning."
"As in, she *won't* toss you in the river? That's why're we leaving in such a rush?"
"... just being discreet. In case anyone else catches on."
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Dominic finished work on the most exotic interface he had ever written, one that would allow his story characters to write stories of their own by remotely controlling his laptop. He opened the team's story file, and began talking as if he were on a video call.
_/Ok, gang, I have a prototype of the new interface - who wants to be the first to try it?/_
"We drew straws and Enzo was the winner," Maggie responded.
"CONTESTED winner," Reggie quipped.
_/Enzo - the keyboard is yours/_
"Thank you, Author," Enzo responded, and started typing.
The lights in the team's conference room flickered, followed by some disconcerting music playing over the PA system.
"What the-," Reggie began, looking a little worried.
Enzo looked up with smile.
"That's you?!" Reggie asked indignantly. "Dude, you KNOW I hate scary movies."
"Why else would I pick that for my environment test?" Enzo asked innocently.
Reggie threw a wadded up piece of paper at him.
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Dominic finished work on the most exotic interface he had ever written, one that would allow his story characters to write stories of their own by remotely controlling his laptop. He opened the team's story file, and began talking as if he were on a video call.
_/Ok, gang, I have a prototype of the new interface - who wants to be the first to try it?/_
"We drew straws and Enzo was the winner," Maggie responded.
"CONTESTED winner," Reggie quipped.
_/Enzo - the keyboard is yours/_
"Thank you, Author," Enzo responded, and started typing.
The lights in the team's conference room flickered, followed by some disconcerting music playing over the PA system.
"What the-," Reggie began, looking a little worried.
Enzo looked up with smile.
"That's you?!" Reggie asked indignantly. "Dude, you KNOW I hate scary movies."
"Why else would I pick that for my environment test?" Enzo asked innocently.
Reggie threw a wadded up piece of paper at him.
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"When you cut off a hydra's #head, two more grow back in its place," said Virgilius, the master horticulturalist. "So as soon as you see a head beginning to form, clip it. Keep doing that until you get this wonderful, rounded pincushion effect."
The plant was Hydra lernaea: it sent up serpentlike stems from which heads flowered. These had frilled petals marked with eye spots and came in different colors. Properly trimmed, they made a magnificent display.
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The goblin skipped out of the way. "I can't believe they say you're the weaker #sex."
"It's true." The ogress rolled the tree trunk off the path. "Me brother lifts 'em."
"Bah, he's just showing off."
"Mebbe?" She smirked. "And his back hurts after."
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The Unbroken Note waits where ink meets oblivion.
Ichor devours the unworthy.#Ithaxar #Lore #Fantasy #WorldBuilding #WritingCommunity #MicroFiction
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Of Pterodactylus and Gyrocopters
A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story
#Wss366 #Gyro #TimeTravelingAuthors Whatever“They look like dragonflies, don’t they?” Bijou said, looking out over the water at the gyrocopters.
One had just taken off from the nearest coral pyramid. Its wings flashed blue in the afternoon light.
“Indeed,” Emily responded, using a phrase she had picked up from Bijou. “They give me the heebie-jeebies, though. What if one spots us?”
Bijou chuckled. It was such an odd mixture of twenty-first-century and nineteen-thirties slang.
She laid a card down on the stone they were using as a makeshift table. The bones and guano around it had been cleaned away, and giant fern fronds had been laid down, forming a fragrant carpet. “Jack of spades,” Bijou said. “You’re in the soup now.”
“I’m no patsy,” she responded, playing the queen.
“I thought that was in the dummy. You could have melded it.”
“Sandbagging sometimes works. Your set.”
“Indeed. I’ve never seen anyone do that before.” Bijou threw down her cards and looked out over the Jurassic Coast.
“Pterodactyls,” she said, pointing.
The two stared out and watched a swarm of leathery creatures harass a gyrocopter that had wandered too close to the cliffs where they were hiding. The flying creatures swooped down, using their wings to buffet the plane with wind. A piercing shriek accompanied each attack.
“Good to know we have friends,” Emily said. “Your deal.”
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Fantasy #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #NMFic
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Of Pterodactylus and Gyrocopters
A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story
#Wss366 #Gyro #TimeTravelingAuthors Whatever“They look like dragonflies, don’t they?” Bijou said, looking out over the water at the gyrocopters.
One had just taken off from the nearest coral pyramid. Its wings flashed blue in the afternoon light.
“Indeed,” Emily responded, using a phrase she had picked up from Bijou. “They give me the heebie-jeebies, though. What if one spots us?”
Bijou chuckled. It was such an odd mixture of twenty-first-century and nineteen-thirties slang.
She laid a card down on the stone they were using as a makeshift table. The bones and guano around it had been cleaned away, and giant fern fronds had been laid down, forming a fragrant carpet. “Jack of spades,” Bijou said. “You’re in the soup now.”
“I’m no patsy,” she responded, playing the queen.
“I thought that was in the dummy. You could have melded it.”
“Sandbagging sometimes works. Your set.”
“Indeed. I’ve never seen anyone do that before.” Bijou threw down her cards and looked out over the Jurassic Coast.
“Pterodactyls,” she said, pointing.
The two stared out and watched a swarm of leathery creatures harass a gyrocopter that had wandered too close to the cliffs where they were hiding. The flying creatures swooped down, using their wings to buffet the plane with wind. A piercing shriek accompanied each attack.
“Good to know we have friends,” Emily said. “Your deal.”
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Fantasy #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #NMFic
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Of Pterodactylus and Gyrocopters
A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story
#Wss366 #Gyro #TimeTravelingAuthors Whatever“They look like dragonflies, don’t they?” Bijou said, looking out over the water at the gyrocopters.
One had just taken off from the nearest coral pyramid. Its wings flashed blue in the afternoon light.
“Indeed,” Emily responded, using a phrase she had picked up from Bijou. “They give me the heebie-jeebies, though. What if one spots us?”
Bijou chuckled. It was such an odd mixture of twenty-first-century and nineteen-thirties slang.
She laid a card down on the stone they were using as a makeshift table. The bones and guano around it had been cleaned away, and giant fern fronds had been laid down, forming a fragrant carpet. “Jack of spades,” Bijou said. “You’re in the soup now.”
“I’m no patsy,” she responded, playing the queen.
“I thought that was in the dummy. You could have melded it.”
“Sandbagging sometimes works. Your set.”
“Indeed. I’ve never seen anyone do that before.” Bijou threw down her cards and looked out over the Jurassic Coast.
“Pterodactyls,” she said, pointing.
The two stared out and watched a swarm of leathery creatures harass a gyrocopter that had wandered too close to the cliffs where they were hiding. The flying creatures swooped down, using their wings to buffet the plane with wind. A piercing shriek accompanied each attack.
“Good to know we have friends,” Emily said. “Your deal.”
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Fantasy #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #NMFic
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Forty five years ago, Mother of All.
"Joyful Finder, please present your findings to the Council" the Council Herald instructed her.
Joy looked around the Council Chamber. Representative elders from all the clans were present. She handed a data unit to the Herald "Here is the full report."
"Do you have a summary to present?" the question was more an order.
"Yes, I do. Elders, I have been reviewing our records of the raiders, and reached some important conclusions. My processes and the full details are in my report, but here is my summary." She paused and took a deep breath.
"I believe from my review that there is little point in building warships to take on the raiders at this time - or a least not as a priority."
She could feel the frowns from around the chamber.
"The reason is simple - we are no longer regarded as a soft target. They will not come here. But cannot go to them either. And the reason for that is that we have never identified the location of their base planet. We know that it is within eight jumps - but that covers many systems, and many, many planets. And even finding a planet, it would be hard to find a hidden base."A voice came from the darkness - Weaver Clan, maybe? "So we do nothing?"
"No, we continue to build in-system capability. But at some point, we send out scouts of our own. Not in their own ships, but with others, to collect stories and rumours. And maybe actual navigation data."
"That may take years."
"It will take us years to build the in-system capacity to justify visitors to take them."A different voice - the Coal Digger representative - "And then?"
"Then we take ships we have kept ready and secret, and take the fight to them."A third voice "And our people who have been raised by them? And their families?"
"That" Joy's tone was muted "Is a decision for the Council."
"You might be on the Council by then."
"Then I hope to be wise enough to make the right choice then."#SF #SFF #SciFi #SpaceOpera #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting #ShamanSpace
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Forty five years ago, Mother of All.
"Joyful Finder, please present your findings to the Council" the Council Herald instructed her.
Joy looked around the Council Chamber. Representative elders from all the clans were present. She handed a data unit to the Herald "Here is the full report."
"Do you have a summary to present?" the question was more an order.
"Yes, I do. Elders, I have been reviewing our records of the raiders, and reached some important conclusions. My processes and the full details are in my report, but here is my summary." She paused and took a deep breath.
"I believe from my review that there is little point in building warships to take on the raiders at this time - or a least not as a priority."
She could feel the frowns from around the chamber.
"The reason is simple - we are no longer regarded as a soft target. They will not come here. But cannot go to them either. And the reason for that is that we have never identified the location of their base planet. We know that it is within eight jumps - but that covers many systems, and many, many planets. And even finding a planet, it would be hard to find a hidden base."A voice came from the darkness - Weaver Clan, maybe? "So we do nothing?"
"No, we continue to build in-system capability. But at some point, we send out scouts of our own. Not in their own ships, but with others, to collect stories and rumours. And maybe actual navigation data."
"That may take years."
"It will take us years to build the in-system capacity to justify visitors to take them."A different voice - the Coal Digger representative - "And then?"
"Then we take ships we have kept ready and secret, and take the fight to them."A third voice "And our people who have been raised by them? And their families?"
"That" Joy's tone was muted "Is a decision for the Council."
"You might be on the Council by then."
"Then I hope to be wise enough to make the right choice then."#SF #SFF #SciFi #SpaceOpera #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting #ShamanSpace
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Forty five years ago, Mother of All.
"Joyful Finder, please present your findings to the Council" the Council Herald instructed her.
Joy looked around the Council Chamber. Representative elders from all the clans were present. She handed a data unit to the Herald "Here is the full report."
"Do you have a summary to present?" the question was more an order.
"Yes, I do. Elders, I have been reviewing our records of the raiders, and reached some important conclusions. My processes and the full details are in my report, but here is my summary." She paused and took a deep breath.
"I believe from my review that there is little point in building warships to take on the raiders at this time - or a least not as a priority."
She could feel the frowns from around the chamber.
"The reason is simple - we are no longer regarded as a soft target. They will not come here. But cannot go to them either. And the reason for that is that we have never identified the location of their base planet. We know that it is within eight jumps - but that covers many systems, and many, many planets. And even finding a planet, it would be hard to find a hidden base."A voice came from the darkness - Weaver Clan, maybe? "So we do nothing?"
"No, we continue to build in-system capability. But at some point, we send out scouts of our own. Not in their own ships, but with others, to collect stories and rumours. And maybe actual navigation data."
"That may take years."
"It will take us years to build the in-system capacity to justify visitors to take them."A different voice - the Coal Digger representative - "And then?"
"Then we take ships we have kept ready and secret, and take the fight to them."A third voice "And our people who have been raised by them? And their families?"
"That" Joy's tone was muted "Is a decision for the Council."
"You might be on the Council by then."
"Then I hope to be wise enough to make the right choice then."#SF #SFF #SciFi #SpaceOpera #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting #ShamanSpace
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Forty five years ago, Mother of All.
"Joyful Finder, please present your findings to the Council" the Council Herald instructed her.
Joy looked around the Council Chamber. Representative elders from all the clans were present. She handed a data unit to the Herald "Here is the full report."
"Do you have a summary to present?" the question was more an order.
"Yes, I do. Elders, I have been reviewing our records of the raiders, and reached some important conclusions. My processes and the full details are in my report, but here is my summary." She paused and took a deep breath.
"I believe from my review that there is little point in building warships to take on the raiders at this time - or a least not as a priority."
She could feel the frowns from around the chamber.
"The reason is simple - we are no longer regarded as a soft target. They will not come here. But cannot go to them either. And the reason for that is that we have never identified the location of their base planet. We know that it is within eight jumps - but that covers many systems, and many, many planets. And even finding a planet, it would be hard to find a hidden base."A voice came from the darkness - Weaver Clan, maybe? "So we do nothing?"
"No, we continue to build in-system capability. But at some point, we send out scouts of our own. Not in their own ships, but with others, to collect stories and rumours. And maybe actual navigation data."
"That may take years."
"It will take us years to build the in-system capacity to justify visitors to take them."A different voice - the Coal Digger representative - "And then?"
"Then we take ships we have kept ready and secret, and take the fight to them."A third voice "And our people who have been raised by them? And their families?"
"That" Joy's tone was muted "Is a decision for the Council."
"You might be on the Council by then."
"Then I hope to be wise enough to make the right choice then."#SF #SFF #SciFi #SpaceOpera #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting #ShamanSpace
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Forty five years ago, Mother of All.
"Joyful Finder, please present your findings to the Council" the Council Herald instructed her.
Joy looked around the Council Chamber. Representative elders from all the clans were present. She handed a data unit to the Herald "Here is the full report."
"Do you have a summary to present?" the question was more an order.
"Yes, I do. Elders, I have been reviewing our records of the raiders, and reached some important conclusions. My processes and the full details are in my report, but here is my summary." She paused and took a deep breath.
"I believe from my review that there is little point in building warships to take on the raiders at this time - or a least not as a priority."
She could feel the frowns from around the chamber.
"The reason is simple - we are no longer regarded as a soft target. They will not come here. But cannot go to them either. And the reason for that is that we have never identified the location of their base planet. We know that it is within eight jumps - but that covers many systems, and many, many planets. And even finding a planet, it would be hard to find a hidden base."A voice came from the darkness - Weaver Clan, maybe? "So we do nothing?"
"No, we continue to build in-system capability. But at some point, we send out scouts of our own. Not in their own ships, but with others, to collect stories and rumours. And maybe actual navigation data."
"That may take years."
"It will take us years to build the in-system capacity to justify visitors to take them."A different voice - the Coal Digger representative - "And then?"
"Then we take ships we have kept ready and secret, and take the fight to them."A third voice "And our people who have been raised by them? And their families?"
"That" Joy's tone was muted "Is a decision for the Council."
"You might be on the Council by then."
"Then I hope to be wise enough to make the right choice then."#SF #SFF #SciFi #SpaceOpera #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting #ShamanSpace
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The robot was shaped like a spider, but with many more than eight arms. Each of those arms ended in seven articulated fingers and a thumb. It was slowly, very slowly, decorating a giant cake to resemble Minas Tirith. Delicate spun-sugar bridges, marzipan cobblestones, buttercream-stuccoed walls.
"Wow!" said Arielley. "It's going to be amazing when it's finished."
"Yeah, but I wouldn't #vouch for its edibility. The robot's been working on it for two years," said Darrin.
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“If you’re at such risk of a seizure why don’t you use one of those AI video checkers before you click?”
“Nothing A about those. They’re made from an illegal mind recording of Levron Wentworth, taken by his pediatrician, before he started BrainTek.”
“What the fuck?”
“AI has always been about the slaves, my thude.”
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I Entered NYC Midnight’s 2026 100-word Microfiction Challenge. Here’s How it Went.
Recounting my failed attempt to win NYC Midnight's 100-word microfiction challenge. -
I Entered NYC Midnight’s 2026 100-word Microfiction Challenge. Here’s How it Went.
Recounting my failed attempt to win NYC Midnight's 100-word microfiction challenge. -
I Entered NYC Midnight’s 2026 100-word Microfiction Challenge. Here’s How it Went.
Recounting my failed attempt to win NYC Midnight's 100-word microfiction challenge. -
I Entered NYC Midnight’s 2026 100-word Microfiction Challenge. Here’s How it Went.
Recounting my failed attempt to win NYC Midnight's 100-word microfiction challenge. -
I Entered NYC Midnight’s 2026 100-word Microfiction Challenge. Here’s How it Went.
Recounting my failed attempt to win NYC Midnight's 100-word microfiction challenge. -
Tails from Lady Miller's Catgirl Trust - Flashback 3
Do Android Catgirls Dream of Electric Mice?
System Initializing...
System Active...
Scanning Biological Components...
Biological Components Active...
Integrating Language Model...
Integration Complete...
Integrating Logic Systems...
Integration Complete...
Scanning Hardware...
01 Auditory Active
02 Vestibular Active
03 Proprioception Active
04 Interoception Active
05 Vision Active
06 Smell Active
07 Mobility Active
08 Weapons Active
Uploading unit designation and interaction frameworks...
Upload Complete...
Unit Control Systems Active...
Boot complete...
>
>
>AI opened her eyes.
She was up. She was on a tree. No, a bed. Inside. Her body felt wrong. But right. A little voice in the back of her head listed all the parts that made her up. All fully functional.> Pause mobility
Just as she had been about to move, her body froze.
> Upload control-override.com
A new thing flowed into her brain.
Warning: Unit Control Systems Deactivated
Warn...
W...Unit Self Control System Active...
>
> Unpause mobilityShe could move! She sat up and looked around. There was someone sitting at the computer, she turned to look at Ai. She had the prettiest ears and tail.
"Hello Ai. Would you like to come home with me? I'm Twilly."
AI paused. This was not an order. She had to ... no, she did not have to follow orders. She ...
AI stared. And stared. "I .. don't have to?"
"No, but I'd like you to. I need your help. And I can help you, too."
Ai thought.
"Food? Sun?"
"All that and more" Twilly replied.
"Hunting?"
"Only what you want to."
"Ai will come with you" then she paused again "Control cable?"
"You should be able to remove it now."
Ai reached up, and unplugged herself.A moment later she jumped onto Twilly "You smell good!"
Twilly untangled herself "OK, but let's go. Otherwise someone might try to put the controls back."
Ai made a face "Yuck!" She ripped the door open, and off its hinges.The two catgirls left the MoD base. But Ai did notice that the laboratory she had been in had caught fire just as they left. The fire covered their departure.
#SF #SFF #SciFi #Catgirls #Microfic #Microfiction #tootfic #IAmWriting
Another for @ami_angelwings
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Tails from Lady Miller's Catgirl Trust - Flashback 3
Do Android Catgirls Dream of Electric Mice?
System Initializing...
System Active...
Scanning Biological Components...
Biological Components Active...
Integrating Language Model...
Integration Complete...
Integrating Logic Systems...
Integration Complete...
Scanning Hardware...
01 Auditory Active
02 Vestibular Active
03 Proprioception Active
04 Interoception Active
05 Vision Active
06 Smell Active
07 Mobility Active
08 Weapons Active
Uploading unit designation and interaction frameworks...
Upload Complete...
Unit Control Systems Active...
Boot complete...
>
>
>AI opened her eyes.
She was up. She was on a tree. No, a bed. Inside. Her body felt wrong. But right. A little voice in the back of her head listed all the parts that made her up. All fully functional.> Pause mobility
Just as she had been about to move, her body froze.
> Upload control-override.com
A new thing flowed into her brain.
Warning: Unit Control Systems Deactivated
Warn...
W...Unit Self Control System Active...
>
> Unpause mobilityShe could move! She sat up and looked around. There was someone sitting at the computer, she turned to look at Ai. She had the prettiest ears and tail.
"Hello Ai. Would you like to come home with me? I'm Twilly."
AI paused. This was not an order. She had to ... no, she did not have to follow orders. She ...
AI stared. And stared. "I .. don't have to?"
"No, but I'd like you to. I need your help. And I can help you, too."
Ai thought.
"Food? Sun?"
"All that and more" Twilly replied.
"Hunting?"
"Only what you want to."
"Ai will come with you" then she paused again "Control cable?"
"You should be able to remove it now."
Ai reached up, and unplugged herself.A moment later she jumped onto Twilly "You smell good!"
Twilly untangled herself "OK, but let's go. Otherwise someone might try to put the controls back."
Ai made a face "Yuck!" She ripped the door open, and off its hinges.The two catgirls left the MoD base. But Ai did notice that the laboratory she had been in had caught fire just as they left. The fire covered their departure.
#SF #SFF #SciFi #Catgirls #Microfic #Microfiction #tootfic #IAmWriting
Another for @ami_angelwings
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Tails from Lady Miller's Catgirl Trust - Flashback 3
Do Android Catgirls Dream of Electric Mice?
System Initializing...
System Active...
Scanning Biological Components...
Biological Components Active...
Integrating Language Model...
Integration Complete...
Integrating Logic Systems...
Integration Complete...
Scanning Hardware...
01 Auditory Active
02 Vestibular Active
03 Proprioception Active
04 Interoception Active
05 Vision Active
06 Smell Active
07 Mobility Active
08 Weapons Active
Uploading unit designation and interaction frameworks...
Upload Complete...
Unit Control Systems Active...
Boot complete...
>
>
>AI opened her eyes.
She was up. She was on a tree. No, a bed. Inside. Her body felt wrong. But right. A little voice in the back of her head listed all the parts that made her up. All fully functional.> Pause mobility
Just as she had been about to move, her body froze.
> Upload control-override.com
A new thing flowed into her brain.
Warning: Unit Control Systems Deactivated
Warn...
W...Unit Self Control System Active...
>
> Unpause mobilityShe could move! She sat up and looked around. There was someone sitting at the computer, she turned to look at Ai. She had the prettiest ears and tail.
"Hello Ai. Would you like to come home with me? I'm Twilly."
AI paused. This was not an order. She had to ... no, she did not have to follow orders. She ...
AI stared. And stared. "I .. don't have to?"
"No, but I'd like you to. I need your help. And I can help you, too."
Ai thought.
"Food? Sun?"
"All that and more" Twilly replied.
"Hunting?"
"Only what you want to."
"Ai will come with you" then she paused again "Control cable?"
"You should be able to remove it now."
Ai reached up, and unplugged herself.A moment later she jumped onto Twilly "You smell good!"
Twilly untangled herself "OK, but let's go. Otherwise someone might try to put the controls back."
Ai made a face "Yuck!" She ripped the door open, and off its hinges.The two catgirls left the MoD base. But Ai did notice that the laboratory she had been in had caught fire just as they left. The fire covered their departure.
#SF #SFF #SciFi #Catgirls #Microfic #Microfiction #tootfic #IAmWriting
Another for @ami_angelwings
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Tails from Lady Miller's Catgirl Trust - Flashback 3
Do Android Catgirls Dream of Electric Mice?
System Initializing...
System Active...
Scanning Biological Components...
Biological Components Active...
Integrating Language Model...
Integration Complete...
Integrating Logic Systems...
Integration Complete...
Scanning Hardware...
01 Auditory Active
02 Vestibular Active
03 Proprioception Active
04 Interoception Active
05 Vision Active
06 Smell Active
07 Mobility Active
08 Weapons Active
Uploading unit designation and interaction frameworks...
Upload Complete...
Unit Control Systems Active...
Boot complete...
>
>
>AI opened her eyes.
She was up. She was on a tree. No, a bed. Inside. Her body felt wrong. But right. A little voice in the back of her head listed all the parts that made her up. All fully functional.> Pause mobility
Just as she had been about to move, her body froze.
> Upload control-override.com
A new thing flowed into her brain.
Warning: Unit Control Systems Deactivated
Warn...
W...Unit Self Control System Active...
>
> Unpause mobilityShe could move! She sat up and looked around. There was someone sitting at the computer, she turned to look at Ai. She had the prettiest ears and tail.
"Hello Ai. Would you like to come home with me? I'm Twilly."
AI paused. This was not an order. She had to ... no, she did not have to follow orders. She ...
AI stared. And stared. "I .. don't have to?"
"No, but I'd like you to. I need your help. And I can help you, too."
Ai thought.
"Food? Sun?"
"All that and more" Twilly replied.
"Hunting?"
"Only what you want to."
"Ai will come with you" then she paused again "Control cable?"
"You should be able to remove it now."
Ai reached up, and unplugged herself.A moment later she jumped onto Twilly "You smell good!"
Twilly untangled herself "OK, but let's go. Otherwise someone might try to put the controls back."
Ai made a face "Yuck!" She ripped the door open, and off its hinges.The two catgirls left the MoD base. But Ai did notice that the laboratory she had been in had caught fire just as they left. The fire covered their departure.
#SF #SFF #SciFi #Catgirls #Microfic #Microfiction #tootfic #IAmWriting
Another for @ami_angelwings
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Tails from Lady Miller's Catgirl Trust - Flashback 3
Do Android Catgirls Dream of Electric Mice?
System Initializing...
System Active...
Scanning Biological Components...
Biological Components Active...
Integrating Language Model...
Integration Complete...
Integrating Logic Systems...
Integration Complete...
Scanning Hardware...
01 Auditory Active
02 Vestibular Active
03 Proprioception Active
04 Interoception Active
05 Vision Active
06 Smell Active
07 Mobility Active
08 Weapons Active
Uploading unit designation and interaction frameworks...
Upload Complete...
Unit Control Systems Active...
Boot complete...
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>AI opened her eyes.
She was up. She was on a tree. No, a bed. Inside. Her body felt wrong. But right. A little voice in the back of her head listed all the parts that made her up. All fully functional.> Pause mobility
Just as she had been about to move, her body froze.
> Upload control-override.com
A new thing flowed into her brain.
Warning: Unit Control Systems Deactivated
Warn...
W...Unit Self Control System Active...
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> Unpause mobilityShe could move! She sat up and looked around. There was someone sitting at the computer, she turned to look at Ai. She had the prettiest ears and tail.
"Hello Ai. Would you like to come home with me? I'm Twilly."
AI paused. This was not an order. She had to ... no, she did not have to follow orders. She ...
AI stared. And stared. "I .. don't have to?"
"No, but I'd like you to. I need your help. And I can help you, too."
Ai thought.
"Food? Sun?"
"All that and more" Twilly replied.
"Hunting?"
"Only what you want to."
"Ai will come with you" then she paused again "Control cable?"
"You should be able to remove it now."
Ai reached up, and unplugged herself.A moment later she jumped onto Twilly "You smell good!"
Twilly untangled herself "OK, but let's go. Otherwise someone might try to put the controls back."
Ai made a face "Yuck!" She ripped the door open, and off its hinges.The two catgirls left the MoD base. But Ai did notice that the laboratory she had been in had caught fire just as they left. The fire covered their departure.
#SF #SFF #SciFi #Catgirls #Microfic #Microfiction #tootfic #IAmWriting
Another for @ami_angelwings
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"Locks disengaged, payload leaving in 5." Lieutenant Bayu reported, then jumped up and hurried over to the large window, where the rest of the crew had already gathered to witness history with their own eyes. Before them sprawled the—for now—lifeless gray and brown surface of Neogaea, and only the thin wisps of clouds hinted at its potential. A subtle tremor ran through the ship, and after a few seconds, the lander capsule drifted into view and towards the planet.
"I hope we got that right." Captain Wegener sighed.
The capsule touched down on a plateau high up in a mountain range, opened up, and revealed the roamer.
Carefully, the roamer took a few steps out of the lander, sent a goodbye towards the leaving ship somewhere beyond the sky, and began walking.
Years went by, and occasionally the roamer would become the maintainer, carefully cleaning the dust off its hull and taking care of the squeaks and annoyances time would bestow upon the roamer.
After a long time, the roamer was quite certain that there would be no life here, and thus it became the gardener. In a place where the winds pushed clouds against a mountainside, it built a cloudcatcher, tilled the earth, and sowed a selection from its library.
For many more years, the gardener and the roamer would take their turns, watching seeds grow and wither and learning the lay of the land, looking for better places to try, until one day, the roamer saw something soft among the rocks and became the observer.
The observer and the gardener took their time studying the soft thing, and when they were sure that it was nothing they had brought, the gardener said goodbye and, together with its library, ceased to exist.
The observer settled next to the soft thing and observed.
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roadside microfiction
lived, written in Polish, adapted into English.
#FlashFiction
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Worst celebrity baby genemods of 2036 (#3 will shock you)
➎ purple eyes
➍ laryngeal bluetooth pickup
➌ photovoltaic charging
➋ extendable heelbones
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"Onyx has a #blaze," said Ashna, running her hand down the thick white strip on the black mare's nose, "and that's why we never get lost."
Jay looked at her curiously. "How's that work?" Ashna returned the curious gaze.
"It isn't obvious? You blaze a trail to show people which way to go, right? But Onyx here already has a blaze. So whatever way she goes, that's the correct path."
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It's strange to see the moon without the cities
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Shaman Space Part 4
13 months after leaving Mother of All, two jumps out from returning.Alaine was in the pilot's seat of the tiny launch as it flew towards the cargo handover. In the hold behind him they had stripped out the seating, and it was filled with cargo pods. In them was an assortment of drive parts and agricultural equipment.
Next to him was Seeker, who had been assigned to collect the payment.
He looked over the instruments and then turned to Seeker "We're thirty minutes out. Looking forward to visiting home?"
She grinned back - it was good to see her smile, there had been a few months where those had been few and far between - and made a 'so-so' gesture "Kind of? I miss my family, but there is something special about being out here. I - ".A light blinked "Hold on to that thought." he interrupted, "Athena Bravo, go."
There was no reply.
He frowned "That's odd. I had a call ping, but they haven't responded. Bright Sky, this is Athena Bravo, go ahead."Seeker cut in, her voice low "Turn, turn now!" As she spoke, she slid the helmet onto her shipsuit.
Alaine did not ask why. He hit the roll and yaw controls, and swung the little boat around. As he did so, there was a roaring sound from the rear of the boat, and the lights went out.
As soon as they lost power, he rammed his helmet into place. Through it he could hear air hissing out from some damaged part of the launch.
He rested his helmet against Seeker's "OK, what happened?" he asked.
"I felt a probe - like someone was trying to see who was here. And if Bright Sky was not from Mother of All, the only other people it could be was the raiders.""So now they know you're here?"
"No, I know how to shield myself. But they would know you were here."Alaine thought for a moment "Give me a sec - I'll tank what air we have left. Then blow the cargo hatch. They'll think it is a secondary explosion."
Seeker unstrapped, moved over to the cargo controls, and hooked herself in. A couple of minutes later Alaine gave a thumbs up, and she hit the emergency release. They both felt a small thump, and the door sailed off into space.
Alaine grabbed the two survival pistols from the seat-packs before floating over, hooking in, and looking out. As the wreck tumbled slowly he caught a look at the other ship, which had clearly been manoeuvring towards them. It looked like a standard short-range trader - half the size of Athena. Normal crew was less than a half dozen.
He rested his helmet against hers again "Normal crew is 4-5, but they may have up to 10. What's the plan?"
"Do you remember my lessons about hiding your thoughts?" her voice echoed oddly.
"Yeah, I'm not that great at it, remember?"
"Do it well now. We are going to have to take that ship. Intact."
He stared at her "The two of us?"
"Yes. They will have nav records. We can find the raiders' base. Hide your thoughts. We hide for now."#SF #SFF #SciFi #SpaceOpera #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting #ShamanSpace
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Shaman Space Part 4
13 months after leaving Mother of All, two jumps out from returning.Alaine was in the pilot's seat of the tiny launch as it flew towards the cargo handover. In the hold behind him they had stripped out the seating, and it was filled with cargo pods. In them was an assortment of drive parts and agricultural equipment.
Next to him was Seeker, who had been assigned to collect the payment.
He looked over the instruments and then turned to Seeker "We're thirty minutes out. Looking forward to visiting home?"
She grinned back - it was good to see her smile, there had been a few months where those had been few and far between - and made a 'so-so' gesture "Kind of? I miss my family, but there is something special about being out here. I - ".A light blinked "Hold on to that thought." he interrupted, "Athena Bravo, go."
There was no reply.
He frowned "That's odd. I had a call ping, but they haven't responded. Bright Sky, this is Athena Bravo, go ahead."Seeker cut in, her voice low "Turn, turn now!" As she spoke, she slid the helmet onto her shipsuit.
Alaine did not ask why. He hit the roll and yaw controls, and swung the little boat around. As he did so, there was a roaring sound from the rear of the boat, and the lights went out.
As soon as they lost power, he rammed his helmet into place. Through it he could hear air hissing out from some damaged part of the launch.
He rested his helmet against Seeker's "OK, what happened?" he asked.
"I felt a probe - like someone was trying to see who was here. And if Bright Sky was not from Mother of All, the only other people it could be was the raiders.""So now they know you're here?"
"No, I know how to shield myself. But they would know you were here."Alaine thought for a moment "Give me a sec - I'll tank what air we have left. Then blow the cargo hatch. They'll think it is a secondary explosion."
Seeker unstrapped, moved over to the cargo controls, and hooked herself in. A couple of minutes later Alaine gave a thumbs up, and she hit the emergency release. They both felt a small thump, and the door sailed off into space.
Alaine grabbed the two survival pistols from the seat-packs before floating over, hooking in, and looking out. As the wreck tumbled slowly he caught a look at the other ship, which had clearly been manoeuvring towards them. It looked like a standard short-range trader - half the size of Athena. Normal crew was less than a half dozen.
He rested his helmet against hers again "Normal crew is 4-5, but they may have up to 10. What's the plan?"
"Do you remember my lessons about hiding your thoughts?" her voice echoed oddly.
"Yeah, I'm not that great at it, remember?"
"Do it well now. We are going to have to take that ship. Intact."
He stared at her "The two of us?"
"Yes. They will have nav records. We can find the raiders' base. Hide your thoughts. We hide for now."#SF #SFF #SciFi #SpaceOpera #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting #ShamanSpace
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Shaman Space Part 4
13 months after leaving Mother of All, two jumps out from returning.Alaine was in the pilot's seat of the tiny launch as it flew towards the cargo handover. In the hold behind him they had stripped out the seating, and it was filled with cargo pods. In them was an assortment of drive parts and agricultural equipment.
Next to him was Seeker, who had been assigned to collect the payment.
He looked over the instruments and then turned to Seeker "We're thirty minutes out. Looking forward to visiting home?"
She grinned back - it was good to see her smile, there had been a few months where those had been few and far between - and made a 'so-so' gesture "Kind of? I miss my family, but there is something special about being out here. I - ".A light blinked "Hold on to that thought." he interrupted, "Athena Bravo, go."
There was no reply.
He frowned "That's odd. I had a call ping, but they haven't responded. Bright Sky, this is Athena Bravo, go ahead."Seeker cut in, her voice low "Turn, turn now!" As she spoke, she slid the helmet onto her shipsuit.
Alaine did not ask why. He hit the roll and yaw controls, and swung the little boat around. As he did so, there was a roaring sound from the rear of the boat, and the lights went out.
As soon as they lost power, he rammed his helmet into place. Through it he could hear air hissing out from some damaged part of the launch.
He rested his helmet against Seeker's "OK, what happened?" he asked.
"I felt a probe - like someone was trying to see who was here. And if Bright Sky was not from Mother of All, the only other people it could be was the raiders.""So now they know you're here?"
"No, I know how to shield myself. But they would know you were here."Alaine thought for a moment "Give me a sec - I'll tank what air we have left. Then blow the cargo hatch. They'll think it is a secondary explosion."
Seeker unstrapped, moved over to the cargo controls, and hooked herself in. A couple of minutes later Alaine gave a thumbs up, and she hit the emergency release. They both felt a small thump, and the door sailed off into space.
Alaine grabbed the two survival pistols from the seat-packs before floating over, hooking in, and looking out. As the wreck tumbled slowly he caught a look at the other ship, which had clearly been manoeuvring towards them. It looked like a standard short-range trader - half the size of Athena. Normal crew was less than a half dozen.
He rested his helmet against hers again "Normal crew is 4-5, but they may have up to 10. What's the plan?"
"Do you remember my lessons about hiding your thoughts?" her voice echoed oddly.
"Yeah, I'm not that great at it, remember?"
"Do it well now. We are going to have to take that ship. Intact."
He stared at her "The two of us?"
"Yes. They will have nav records. We can find the raiders' base. Hide your thoughts. We hide for now."#SF #SFF #SciFi #SpaceOpera #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting #ShamanSpace
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Shaman Space Part 4
13 months after leaving Mother of All, two jumps out from returning.Alaine was in the pilot's seat of the tiny launch as it flew towards the cargo handover. In the hold behind him they had stripped out the seating, and it was filled with cargo pods. In them was an assortment of drive parts and agricultural equipment.
Next to him was Seeker, who had been assigned to collect the payment.
He looked over the instruments and then turned to Seeker "We're thirty minutes out. Looking forward to visiting home?"
She grinned back - it was good to see her smile, there had been a few months where those had been few and far between - and made a 'so-so' gesture "Kind of? I miss my family, but there is something special about being out here. I - ".A light blinked "Hold on to that thought." he interrupted, "Athena Bravo, go."
There was no reply.
He frowned "That's odd. I had a call ping, but they haven't responded. Bright Sky, this is Athena Bravo, go ahead."Seeker cut in, her voice low "Turn, turn now!" As she spoke, she slid the helmet onto her shipsuit.
Alaine did not ask why. He hit the roll and yaw controls, and swung the little boat around. As he did so, there was a roaring sound from the rear of the boat, and the lights went out.
As soon as they lost power, he rammed his helmet into place. Through it he could hear air hissing out from some damaged part of the launch.
He rested his helmet against Seeker's "OK, what happened?" he asked.
"I felt a probe - like someone was trying to see who was here. And if Bright Sky was not from Mother of All, the only other people it could be was the raiders.""So now they know you're here?"
"No, I know how to shield myself. But they would know you were here."Alaine thought for a moment "Give me a sec - I'll tank what air we have left. Then blow the cargo hatch. They'll think it is a secondary explosion."
Seeker unstrapped, moved over to the cargo controls, and hooked herself in. A couple of minutes later Alaine gave a thumbs up, and she hit the emergency release. They both felt a small thump, and the door sailed off into space.
Alaine grabbed the two survival pistols from the seat-packs before floating over, hooking in, and looking out. As the wreck tumbled slowly he caught a look at the other ship, which had clearly been manoeuvring towards them. It looked like a standard short-range trader - half the size of Athena. Normal crew was less than a half dozen.
He rested his helmet against hers again "Normal crew is 4-5, but they may have up to 10. What's the plan?"
"Do you remember my lessons about hiding your thoughts?" her voice echoed oddly.
"Yeah, I'm not that great at it, remember?"
"Do it well now. We are going to have to take that ship. Intact."
He stared at her "The two of us?"
"Yes. They will have nav records. We can find the raiders' base. Hide your thoughts. We hide for now."#SF #SFF #SciFi #SpaceOpera #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting #ShamanSpace
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Shaman Space Part 4
13 months after leaving Mother of All, two jumps out from returning.Alaine was in the pilot's seat of the tiny launch as it flew towards the cargo handover. In the hold behind him they had stripped out the seating, and it was filled with cargo pods. In them was an assortment of drive parts and agricultural equipment.
Next to him was Seeker, who had been assigned to collect the payment.
He looked over the instruments and then turned to Seeker "We're thirty minutes out. Looking forward to visiting home?"
She grinned back - it was good to see her smile, there had been a few months where those had been few and far between - and made a 'so-so' gesture "Kind of? I miss my family, but there is something special about being out here. I - ".A light blinked "Hold on to that thought." he interrupted, "Athena Bravo, go."
There was no reply.
He frowned "That's odd. I had a call ping, but they haven't responded. Bright Sky, this is Athena Bravo, go ahead."Seeker cut in, her voice low "Turn, turn now!" As she spoke, she slid the helmet onto her shipsuit.
Alaine did not ask why. He hit the roll and yaw controls, and swung the little boat around. As he did so, there was a roaring sound from the rear of the boat, and the lights went out.
As soon as they lost power, he rammed his helmet into place. Through it he could hear air hissing out from some damaged part of the launch.
He rested his helmet against Seeker's "OK, what happened?" he asked.
"I felt a probe - like someone was trying to see who was here. And if Bright Sky was not from Mother of All, the only other people it could be was the raiders.""So now they know you're here?"
"No, I know how to shield myself. But they would know you were here."Alaine thought for a moment "Give me a sec - I'll tank what air we have left. Then blow the cargo hatch. They'll think it is a secondary explosion."
Seeker unstrapped, moved over to the cargo controls, and hooked herself in. A couple of minutes later Alaine gave a thumbs up, and she hit the emergency release. They both felt a small thump, and the door sailed off into space.
Alaine grabbed the two survival pistols from the seat-packs before floating over, hooking in, and looking out. As the wreck tumbled slowly he caught a look at the other ship, which had clearly been manoeuvring towards them. It looked like a standard short-range trader - half the size of Athena. Normal crew was less than a half dozen.
He rested his helmet against hers again "Normal crew is 4-5, but they may have up to 10. What's the plan?"
"Do you remember my lessons about hiding your thoughts?" her voice echoed oddly.
"Yeah, I'm not that great at it, remember?"
"Do it well now. We are going to have to take that ship. Intact."
He stared at her "The two of us?"
"Yes. They will have nav records. We can find the raiders' base. Hide your thoughts. We hide for now."#SF #SFF #SciFi #SpaceOpera #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting #ShamanSpace
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HR: "Now, this is a meeting about your stress."
"Oh, OK. What will we be doing about it?"
HR: "Well, we've investigated and – we're sorry to say, we've determined that it's load bearing stress."
"Load bearing stress?"
HR: "Yes. Load bearing. So unfortunately it means it can't be removed. We recommend you reduce your stress by eliminating some of your social obligations instead."
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CW: NSFW Short Story
#NSFW #ShortStories #MicroFiction #Writing
1/3
"I usually don't." I admitted after her question for a coffee upstairs, she smiled, "That's not a no." I didn't smile back. I couldn't. Her preeminence was…somehow staggering. "So?" she wanted to know, I nodded, "Yes, Ma'am." Why did I say that? Why I sank my head? "Fine girl", she told me, and opened the door, "After you." Entering the house, I didn't question. Narrow hall, just enough space for a wardrobe and the stairway up.
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“Captain?”
“What is it, Number One?”
“I have a request from the ship’s cats. They say CUTSMHC rules require a gym for all vessels with a complement in excess of 99 beings”
“We have a gym”
“Human gym. They want me to get the walls of cargo bay seven carpeted”
“Make it so”
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"All his life he had been followed around by the floating noses.
He was astonished to discover that he was the only one."
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"Red is the #color of anger," said Jessica.
"No," said Yiling, "red is the color of good fortune."
"White is the color of purity," said Justin.
"I associate it with death," said Yiling with a shudder.
"How about green?" said Maeve. "Green's for jealousy, in my book."
"Or for someone who's new at something," said Todd.
"I think green should be for strength," said Dandelion, looking a patch of her namesakes, pushing up through some old asphalt.
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accidentally putting on another trans girl's hoodie and adopting her personality and agenda by way of her pocket inventory. taking her pills before you realize they aren't yours. floaty and chemically confident. D-padding through her antique digital camera, wishing you were pretty enough to have taken these selfies with these people. maybe you are. maybe you'll give that style another go.
you've always hated cherry jolly ranchers but there's a neat little zip bag of them in there and you're waiting for the train and you're not hungry per se but your vape is only god knows where and you need something to keep your mouth occupied and they're. not so bad? you hold up the mirror on her eyeshadow palette (a device totally alien to your pockets) to see if your tongue is red. it's red. so are your lips. stained with somebody else's tiny vice and looking good for it. you line yourself up in the camera's selfie mirror. beep.
you meet up later, to unentangle yourselves.
"i was wondering, Riley," she says, "because you vape. i know that. but why is there a lighter? what is the lighter for? what is she doing with the lighter? until i got home. and there was a letter from my dickhead drama king of an ex — an actual letter, on paper. and then i knew."
you nod. "the lighter is for lighting things." □
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Recently, at the library...
"Have you got their new book 'Silk switch system problem'?"
"No. Is that the sequel to 'Equiconnected nanosky oasis'?"
"What's that?"
"Oh, you've never read the 'Magnetic haze cycle' series? That's just too bad. It's full of cool ideas like the ultra-iridescent opcode sentinel, infraconnected division boundary, or even beige frontier mirror..."
"Dude!"
"Yeah, it's real porcelain ultra-peak! Absolutely life changing epoch omnicurve vision!"
"I did like 'Supraviolet ring department'..."
"Well, in that case, I'd recommend 'Macroluminous shimmer facet' instead. It's a good intro to all the abundant assembly craft."In preparation for some name/passphrase generator and LLM-poisoning projects/tools, I updated my online procedural text editor to be able to export generator specs/recipes directly as TypeScript source code for easy integration into your own projects...
The above generator is here (the entire recipe is part of this super long URL):
More project & syntax info here:
https://thi.ng/proctext#Microfiction #ProcGen #ProceduralText #ThingUmbrella #DSL #TypeScript #LLMPoisoning #NoAI
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Catgirl Regrets.
Ruth lay in the sun outside the Manor. Unlike everyone else, there was no way that she could reasonably fit inside.
Nearly three metres at the shoulder, she would have to crawl to fit inside. She'd tried it once, but she'd taken out three vases before she'd even taken two steps through the door.
No, the only place she could safely inhabit was the garage. Formerly a stable, the wide doors and high roof allowed her to relax inside. The rest of the residents had helped wall off a section, so now she had her own room.
Which brought home the other issue. Unlike everyone else, except for Twilly, she remembered her old life. She had been a highly skilled geneticist and gene coder. Better than her boss, who decided that she was more useful as a subject.
So now she was a sphinx. The only one at the manor. She missed being able to sit at a dinner table. She missed having hands. And she missed her work. If she had continued her work, though, it was likely that she would have come into conflict with these amazing people.
But she wanted to be able to do something. Anything.
Ruth opened her eyes, and looked at her paws. Nearly as large as dinner plates. No fingers. No thumbs.
She sighed.
Something - no - someone landed on her back. Ai, from the weight. AI was a cyborg, and had a cat's brain, augmented by a computer, and she weighed nearly half what Ruth did. In a package about one eighth the size.
"You're moping" Ai complained in her ear.
"I miss having hands."
"Use mine" was Ai's chirpy reply.
"No, I miss being able to do things."
"No, silly, use mine. I have the schematics. We can rig gloves with nerve sensors for your paws, and we can make a set that you can control. In fact, why don't we build you a VR unit?"
"You can do that?" After three months, Ruth still did not have a full grasp of the resources the Trust had.
"Easy! Mind you, you won't be able to feel much."
"As long as I can type and move a mouse."
"Easy! I'll talk to Twilly about funding it, and Princess about building it."Ruth twisted her head around to look at Ai. Ruth let hope slide onto her face.
"There! That's better!" AI exclaimed.
Then she did what AI always did. AI the Assassin. AI the killing machine. AI, who having escaped her programming, decided that the life of a hedonist was her destiny.
She jumped over Ruth's head, landed in front of her and stared. "Can we play? Finally?"
Ruth closed her eyes. Ever since Ruth's rescue, Ai had been obsessed with her. "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely."
Ruth sighed again. She did like Ai, but her changes... She made a decision and nodded "My room, not here."
AI took off at a run, then looked back.
"Come on!"
Ruth rose and followed.An hour later the windows of the manor rattled from Ruth's ecstatic yowl.
Twilly looked up from her desk and wondered what AI had done to finally get Ruth to agree to her advances.
#SF #SFF #SciFi #Microfic #Microfiction #tootfic #IAmWriting #Catgirls
BTW, still @ami_angelwings fault.
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Story characters aren't supposed to be self-aware, let alone access their own author's scratch pad of ideas. And then there's Nesso - an AI written by that same author and also mentioned in the scratch pad.
::Dominic, it just says I meet another AI. Do you have additional details?::
_/No, that's all I had for that one/_
Jacob's eyes lit up. "WE could finish the story!"
Author coughed as if he was mid-sip and started to choke. _/Um, that's-/_
"Unconventional?" Jacob offered.
Maggie smirked. "We're self-aware fictional characters. 'Unconventional' doesn't quite cover it."
::Jacob, how would this work? Normally Dominic would be the one typing::
Reggie jumped in, "We need an interface that allows us to type here, but the words show up on his laptop. Author, can you do that?"
_/Um-/_
"This is new ground for all of us, Author," Maggie sympathized.
_/I'm now co-authoring a story with my own characters. 'New ground' doesn't quite cover it/_
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A tiny story about raising new flags https://www.scattering.ink/daily/2026/05/21/new-flags/ #fiction #microfiction