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He kept ten men on staff to beat him three times a day. One specialist was hired to beat him while he defecated — for constipation, melancholy, and demons at once. Composer, prince, murderer: Carlo Gesualdo's repentance had a finishing touch.
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He kept ten men on staff to beat him three times a day. One specialist was hired to beat him while he defecated — for constipation, melancholy, and demons at once. Composer, prince, murderer: Carlo Gesualdo's repentance had a finishing touch.
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He kept ten men on staff to beat him three times a day. One specialist was hired to beat him while he defecated — for constipation, melancholy, and demons at once. Composer, prince, murderer: Carlo Gesualdo's repentance had a finishing touch.
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He kept ten men on staff to beat him three times a day. One specialist was hired to beat him while he defecated — for constipation, melancholy, and demons at once. Composer, prince, murderer: Carlo Gesualdo's repentance had a finishing touch.
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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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He stood chest-deep in a hole for two years. He chained his foot to a rock until bugs nested in the leather. Then he climbed a fifty-foot pillar and stayed thirty-seven years, advising emperors and feeding the worms in his own foot. Simeon Stylites.
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He certified the rabbit births in cold print. He moved her to a London bath-house. He rushed the pamphlet to press. Four days later, she confessed. Nathaniel St André, surgeon to King George I, lived another fifty years in quiet disgrace.
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317 ships. 27,800 men. Mung beans sprouting on deck. Eighty-seven years before Columbus, a eunuch admiral sailed home from Malindi with a giraffe, and the Ming court called it a unicorn. Zheng He's tomb holds only his hat.
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A fighter pilot hid a chest of gold, rubies, and a wax-sealed autobiography no one has read. 350,000 people searched. Five died. The jar sold for $48,000. Forrest Fenn: the man who outlived his own archaeological discovery.
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A fighter pilot hid a chest of gold, rubies, and a wax-sealed autobiography no one has read. 350,000 people searched. Five died. The jar sold for $48,000. Forrest Fenn: the man who outlived his own archaeological discovery.
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A fighter pilot hid a chest of gold, rubies, and a wax-sealed autobiography no one has read. 350,000 people searched. Five died. The jar sold for $48,000. Forrest Fenn: the man who outlived his own archaeological discovery.
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A fighter pilot hid a chest of gold, rubies, and a wax-sealed autobiography no one has read. 350,000 people searched. Five died. The jar sold for $48,000. Forrest Fenn: the man who outlived his own archaeological discovery.
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@catsalad
And then you remember that this is what happens when you die and get splatted on the event horizon at the end of the universe.
(Take that, religion.) -
For as long as you can remember, time has always slowed down for you during moments of danger.
This power is automatic and time returns to normal once you are out of peril.
One day, however, the world stops, and you can't figure out why.
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When Isa arrived at the infirmary, the rest of the crew had already squeezed into the room.
Surya was fastened to one of the cots and held a drinking pouch in one hand and a snack in the other. His face looked gaunt and tired, but his expression was serious as he listened to the captain tell the story of his rescue.
"Where... are the others?" He asked, a sense of foreboding in his scratchy voice.
Captain Konrad slowly shook his head. "We only found you and Captain Leblanc. She did not make it."
Tears welled up in Surya's eyes, which he blinked away. "She was a good captain." A faint smile played around his lips. "She made sure I wouldn't give up..." His voice trailed off, and he took a deep breath; his eyes started wandering, hunting thoughts somewhere beyond infinity.
Isa felt a twinge in her chest and pushed to the front. His eyes focused on her. "Hi, I'm Isabelle, but everyone calls me Isa." She extended a fist, which he reflexively tapped with his snack hand. "I'm the navigator."
Surya raised an eyebrow. "Navigator?"
"It's a long story." Isa sighed. She looked at Rip. "I think we need more snacks."
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#writing #fiction #smallstories #tootfic #scifi #serial #projectgatekeeper
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When Isa arrived at the infirmary, the rest of the crew had already squeezed into the room.
Surya was fastened to one of the cots and held a drinking pouch in one hand and a snack in the other. His face looked gaunt and tired, but his expression was serious as he listened to the captain tell the story of his rescue.
"Where... are the others?" He asked, a sense of foreboding in his scratchy voice.
Captain Konrad slowly shook his head. "We only found you and Captain Leblanc. She did not make it."
Tears welled up in Surya's eyes, which he blinked away. "She was a good captain." A faint smile played around his lips. "She made sure I wouldn't give up..." His voice trailed off, and he took a deep breath; his eyes started wandering, hunting thoughts somewhere beyond infinity.
Isa felt a twinge in her chest and pushed to the front. His eyes focused on her. "Hi, I'm Isabelle, but everyone calls me Isa." She extended a fist, which he reflexively tapped with his snack hand. "I'm the navigator."
Surya raised an eyebrow. "Navigator?"
"It's a long story." Isa sighed. She looked at Rip. "I think we need more snacks."
46/X
#writing #fiction #smallstories #tootfic #scifi #serial #projectgatekeeper
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When Isa arrived at the infirmary, the rest of the crew had already squeezed into the room.
Surya was fastened to one of the cots and held a drinking pouch in one hand and a snack in the other. His face looked gaunt and tired, but his expression was serious as he listened to the captain tell the story of his rescue.
"Where... are the others?" He asked, a sense of foreboding in his scratchy voice.
Captain Konrad slowly shook his head. "We only found you and Captain Leblanc. She did not make it."
Tears welled up in Surya's eyes, which he blinked away. "She was a good captain." A faint smile played around his lips. "She made sure I wouldn't give up..." His voice trailed off, and he took a deep breath; his eyes started wandering, hunting thoughts somewhere beyond infinity.
Isa felt a twinge in her chest and pushed to the front. His eyes focused on her. "Hi, I'm Isabelle, but everyone calls me Isa." She extended a fist, which he reflexively tapped with his snack hand. "I'm the navigator."
Surya raised an eyebrow. "Navigator?"
"It's a long story." Isa sighed. She looked at Rip. "I think we need more snacks."
46/X
#writing #fiction #smallstories #tootfic #scifi #serial #projectgatekeeper
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When Isa arrived at the infirmary, the rest of the crew had already squeezed into the room.
Surya was fastened to one of the cots and held a drinking pouch in one hand and a snack in the other. His face looked gaunt and tired, but his expression was serious as he listened to the captain tell the story of his rescue.
"Where... are the others?" He asked, a sense of foreboding in his scratchy voice.
Captain Konrad slowly shook his head. "We only found you and Captain Leblanc. She did not make it."
Tears welled up in Surya's eyes, which he blinked away. "She was a good captain." A faint smile played around his lips. "She made sure I wouldn't give up..." His voice trailed off, and he took a deep breath; his eyes started wandering, hunting thoughts somewhere beyond infinity.
Isa felt a twinge in her chest and pushed to the front. His eyes focused on her. "Hi, I'm Isabelle, but everyone calls me Isa." She extended a fist, which he reflexively tapped with his snack hand. "I'm the navigator."
Surya raised an eyebrow. "Navigator?"
"It's a long story." Isa sighed. She looked at Rip. "I think we need more snacks."
46/X
#writing #fiction #smallstories #tootfic #scifi #serial #projectgatekeeper
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When Isa arrived at the infirmary, the rest of the crew had already squeezed into the room.
Surya was fastened to one of the cots and held a drinking pouch in one hand and a snack in the other. His face looked gaunt and tired, but his expression was serious as he listened to the captain tell the story of his rescue.
"Where... are the others?" He asked, a sense of foreboding in his scratchy voice.
Captain Konrad slowly shook his head. "We only found you and Captain Leblanc. She did not make it."
Tears welled up in Surya's eyes, which he blinked away. "She was a good captain." A faint smile played around his lips. "She made sure I wouldn't give up..." His voice trailed off, and he took a deep breath; his eyes started wandering, hunting thoughts somewhere beyond infinity.
Isa felt a twinge in her chest and pushed to the front. His eyes focused on her. "Hi, I'm Isabelle, but everyone calls me Isa." She extended a fist, which he reflexively tapped with his snack hand. "I'm the navigator."
Surya raised an eyebrow. "Navigator?"
"It's a long story." Isa sighed. She looked at Rip. "I think we need more snacks."
46/X
#writing #fiction #smallstories #tootfic #scifi #serial #projectgatekeeper
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Best swordsman in Europe. Best violinist too. Conducted a Paris orchestra, got Haydn commissioned, could shoot buttons off coats. Then in 1790, while dying of meningitis, he entered a fencing tournament and beat nearly every opponent. Joseph Bologne, Chevalier de Saint-Georges.
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Best swordsman in Europe. Best violinist too. Conducted a Paris orchestra, got Haydn commissioned, could shoot buttons off coats. Then in 1790, while dying of meningitis, he entered a fencing tournament and beat nearly every opponent. Joseph Bologne, Chevalier de Saint-Georges.
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Best swordsman in Europe. Best violinist too. Conducted a Paris orchestra, got Haydn commissioned, could shoot buttons off coats. Then in 1790, while dying of meningitis, he entered a fencing tournament and beat nearly every opponent. Joseph Bologne, Chevalier de Saint-Georges.
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Best swordsman in Europe. Best violinist too. Conducted a Paris orchestra, got Haydn commissioned, could shoot buttons off coats. Then in 1790, while dying of meningitis, he entered a fencing tournament and beat nearly every opponent. Joseph Bologne, Chevalier de Saint-Georges.
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"This is it?"
"This is it," she looked up. "The Sending Place."
"It doesn't look like it's sent anything for a very long time."
"It hasn't," she confirmed, "but they say they stopped sending because they'd sent too much."
"Yeah?"
"It all ran into each other," she elaborated. "They couldn't send any more without it being run into. For years and years everyone waited, fire falling from the sky. But it's been a long time since fire fell."
"Fire fell just weeks ago."
"But not all the time!"
"Are you saying you think we're ready again?"
"I know it," she breathed.
A silly childhood fantasy. Or so I thought as I'd gotten older. But looking over as my face began to stretch from the Sky-Seeker's rise, her grin stretched wider.
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Isa watched the assembler produce a new housing for the gate interface, its arms flowing through the build-volume at dizzying speed, creating substance from nothing. She looked over to the wall where her previous, hand-made attempt had left a sizeable scratch after her fit of frustration. At least there had been no damage to the circuitry; Marga had run diagnostics and checked everything twice.
She ran a finger over the little scar on her hand. Her only one. She had always let them get cleaned up during her med-checks. Rip had their whole face covered in scars. Most of them were small discolorations, nearly invisible, but others must have been painful or even life-threatening. She had pondered asking about them, but it had always felt too intrusive.
With her eyes closed, she tried to remember the scars she'd left behind.
The one on her chin when she fell off the tree in her parents greenhouse lab. The tree she was not supposed to touch, let alone climb. The one on her arm when she had tried to pet a stray cat with her best friend. There were many more, all fresh in her memories. Her mind had always been her most reliable friend.
She rubbed the scar again.
Marga's head poked through the door. "Ada will let us see Surya now."
Isa cast a last look at the assembler, which was nearly done, then pushed off towards the door.
45/X
#writing #fiction #smallstories #tootfic #scifi #serial #projectgatekeeper
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Isa watched the assembler produce a new housing for the gate interface, its arms flowing through the build-volume at dizzying speed, creating substance from nothing. She looked over to the wall where her previous, hand-made attempt had left a sizeable scratch after her fit of frustration. At least there had been no damage to the circuitry; Marga had run diagnostics and checked everything twice.
She ran a finger over the little scar on her hand. Her only one. She had always let them get cleaned up during her med-checks. Rip had their whole face covered in scars. Most of them were small discolorations, nearly invisible, but others must have been painful or even life-threatening. She had pondered asking about them, but it had always felt too intrusive.
With her eyes closed, she tried to remember the scars she'd left behind.
The one on her chin when she fell off the tree in her parents greenhouse lab. The tree she was not supposed to touch, let alone climb. The one on her arm when she had tried to pet a stray cat with her best friend. There were many more, all fresh in her memories. Her mind had always been her most reliable friend.
She rubbed the scar again.
Marga's head poked through the door. "Ada will let us see Surya now."
Isa cast a last look at the assembler, which was nearly done, then pushed off towards the door.
45/X
#writing #fiction #smallstories #tootfic #scifi #serial #projectgatekeeper
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Isa watched the assembler produce a new housing for the gate interface, its arms flowing through the build-volume at dizzying speed, creating substance from nothing. She looked over to the wall where her previous, hand-made attempt had left a sizeable scratch after her fit of frustration. At least there had been no damage to the circuitry; Marga had run diagnostics and checked everything twice.
She ran a finger over the little scar on her hand. Her only one. She had always let them get cleaned up during her med-checks. Rip had their whole face covered in scars. Most of them were small discolorations, nearly invisible, but others must have been painful or even life-threatening. She had pondered asking about them, but it had always felt too intrusive.
With her eyes closed, she tried to remember the scars she'd left behind.
The one on her chin when she fell off the tree in her parents greenhouse lab. The tree she was not supposed to touch, let alone climb. The one on her arm when she had tried to pet a stray cat with her best friend. There were many more, all fresh in her memories. Her mind had always been her most reliable friend.
She rubbed the scar again.
Marga's head poked through the door. "Ada will let us see Surya now."
Isa cast a last look at the assembler, which was nearly done, then pushed off towards the door.
45/X
#writing #fiction #smallstories #tootfic #scifi #serial #projectgatekeeper
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Isa watched the assembler produce a new housing for the gate interface, its arms flowing through the build-volume at dizzying speed, creating substance from nothing. She looked over to the wall where her previous, hand-made attempt had left a sizeable scratch after her fit of frustration. At least there had been no damage to the circuitry; Marga had run diagnostics and checked everything twice.
She ran a finger over the little scar on her hand. Her only one. She had always let them get cleaned up during her med-checks. Rip had their whole face covered in scars. Most of them were small discolorations, nearly invisible, but others must have been painful or even life-threatening. She had pondered asking about them, but it had always felt too intrusive.
With her eyes closed, she tried to remember the scars she'd left behind.
The one on her chin when she fell off the tree in her parents greenhouse lab. The tree she was not supposed to touch, let alone climb. The one on her arm when she had tried to pet a stray cat with her best friend. There were many more, all fresh in her memories. Her mind had always been her most reliable friend.
She rubbed the scar again.
Marga's head poked through the door. "Ada will let us see Surya now."
Isa cast a last look at the assembler, which was nearly done, then pushed off towards the door.
45/X
#writing #fiction #smallstories #tootfic #scifi #serial #projectgatekeeper
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Isa watched the assembler produce a new housing for the gate interface, its arms flowing through the build-volume at dizzying speed, creating substance from nothing. She looked over to the wall where her previous, hand-made attempt had left a sizeable scratch after her fit of frustration. At least there had been no damage to the circuitry; Marga had run diagnostics and checked everything twice.
She ran a finger over the little scar on her hand. Her only one. She had always let them get cleaned up during her med-checks. Rip had their whole face covered in scars. Most of them were small discolorations, nearly invisible, but others must have been painful or even life-threatening. She had pondered asking about them, but it had always felt too intrusive.
With her eyes closed, she tried to remember the scars she'd left behind.
The one on her chin when she fell off the tree in her parents greenhouse lab. The tree she was not supposed to touch, let alone climb. The one on her arm when she had tried to pet a stray cat with her best friend. There were many more, all fresh in her memories. Her mind had always been her most reliable friend.
She rubbed the scar again.
Marga's head poked through the door. "Ada will let us see Surya now."
Isa cast a last look at the assembler, which was nearly done, then pushed off towards the door.
45/X
#writing #fiction #smallstories #tootfic #scifi #serial #projectgatekeeper
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A barber, shoemaker's apprentice, and bass player sutured a beating heart by lamplight in 1893. No antibiotics. No precedent. The patient outlived him. His name was Daniel Hale Williams, the doctor who made God share jurisdiction.
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A barber, shoemaker's apprentice, and bass player sutured a beating heart by lamplight in 1893. No antibiotics. No precedent. The patient outlived him. His name was Daniel Hale Williams, the doctor who made God share jurisdiction.
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Isa entered the common room of the Tori, the aftermath of a restless night deeply imprinted on her face.
"Hrrmmmm." She wagged a tired hand at Rip, who had just filled a pouch with fresh coffee. They looked at the pouch longingly, grumbled, then tossed it at Isa and refilled the brewer.
A minute later, they joined Isa at the table.
"Couldn't sleep?" Rip held out a cookie.
"Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ada's face with those sad eyes." Isa sighed. "How is she?"
"She's fine." Rip sipped their coffee. "She's the most resilient being I've met. And I had pet water bears."
"Didn't look fine." Isa looked at Rip warily.
"She knows how to deal with her shit." Rip shrugged. "When she needs to be angry and sad, she is, and when she needs to be strong and focused, she will be."
"How do I do that?" Isa asked, her voice tired.
Rip shook their head. "No idea. You'll have to ask her." They kneaded their coffee pouch. "She's in the infirmary right now, waking up Surya."
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#writing #fiction #smallstories #tootfic #scifi #serial #projectgatekeeper
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Isa entered the common room of the Tori, the aftermath of a restless night deeply imprinted on her face.
"Hrrmmmm." She wagged a tired hand at Rip, who had just filled a pouch with fresh coffee. They looked at the pouch longingly, grumbled, then tossed it at Isa and refilled the brewer.
A minute later, they joined Isa at the table.
"Couldn't sleep?" Rip held out a cookie.
"Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ada's face with those sad eyes." Isa sighed. "How is she?"
"She's fine." Rip sipped their coffee. "She's the most resilient being I've met. And I had pet water bears."
"Didn't look fine." Isa looked at Rip warily.
"She knows how to deal with her shit." Rip shrugged. "When she needs to be angry and sad, she is, and when she needs to be strong and focused, she will be."
"How do I do that?" Isa asked, her voice tired.
Rip shook their head. "No idea. You'll have to ask her." They kneaded their coffee pouch. "She's in the infirmary right now, waking up Surya."
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#writing #fiction #smallstories #tootfic #scifi #serial #projectgatekeeper
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Isa entered the common room of the Tori, the aftermath of a restless night deeply imprinted on her face.
"Hrrmmmm." She wagged a tired hand at Rip, who had just filled a pouch with fresh coffee. They looked at the pouch longingly, grumbled, then tossed it at Isa and refilled the brewer.
A minute later, they joined Isa at the table.
"Couldn't sleep?" Rip held out a cookie.
"Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ada's face with those sad eyes." Isa sighed. "How is she?"
"She's fine." Rip sipped their coffee. "She's the most resilient being I've met. And I had pet water bears."
"Didn't look fine." Isa looked at Rip warily.
"She knows how to deal with her shit." Rip shrugged. "When she needs to be angry and sad, she is, and when she needs to be strong and focused, she will be."
"How do I do that?" Isa asked, her voice tired.
Rip shook their head. "No idea. You'll have to ask her." They kneaded their coffee pouch. "She's in the infirmary right now, waking up Surya."
44/X
#writing #fiction #smallstories #tootfic #scifi #serial #projectgatekeeper
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Isa entered the common room of the Tori, the aftermath of a restless night deeply imprinted on her face.
"Hrrmmmm." She wagged a tired hand at Rip, who had just filled a pouch with fresh coffee. They looked at the pouch longingly, grumbled, then tossed it at Isa and refilled the brewer.
A minute later, they joined Isa at the table.
"Couldn't sleep?" Rip held out a cookie.
"Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ada's face with those sad eyes." Isa sighed. "How is she?"
"She's fine." Rip sipped their coffee. "She's the most resilient being I've met. And I had pet water bears."
"Didn't look fine." Isa looked at Rip warily.
"She knows how to deal with her shit." Rip shrugged. "When she needs to be angry and sad, she is, and when she needs to be strong and focused, she will be."
"How do I do that?" Isa asked, her voice tired.
Rip shook their head. "No idea. You'll have to ask her." They kneaded their coffee pouch. "She's in the infirmary right now, waking up Surya."
44/X
#writing #fiction #smallstories #tootfic #scifi #serial #projectgatekeeper
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Isa entered the common room of the Tori, the aftermath of a restless night deeply imprinted on her face.
"Hrrmmmm." She wagged a tired hand at Rip, who had just filled a pouch with fresh coffee. They looked at the pouch longingly, grumbled, then tossed it at Isa and refilled the brewer.
A minute later, they joined Isa at the table.
"Couldn't sleep?" Rip held out a cookie.
"Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ada's face with those sad eyes." Isa sighed. "How is she?"
"She's fine." Rip sipped their coffee. "She's the most resilient being I've met. And I had pet water bears."
"Didn't look fine." Isa looked at Rip warily.
"She knows how to deal with her shit." Rip shrugged. "When she needs to be angry and sad, she is, and when she needs to be strong and focused, she will be."
"How do I do that?" Isa asked, her voice tired.
Rip shook their head. "No idea. You'll have to ask her." They kneaded their coffee pouch. "She's in the infirmary right now, waking up Surya."
44/X
#writing #fiction #smallstories #tootfic #scifi #serial #projectgatekeeper
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A man in cardboard lobster claws recited invented words onstage in Zurich, 1916, and accidentally slipped into the cadences of Catholic mass. He had to be carried off. Within four years, Hugo Ball quit Dada entirely. The magic bishop who meant it.
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Isa, Rip, and Marga were waiting in the common room of the Tori. It had been eight days since the asteroid incidence, and Ada was about to release Captain Leblanc from the artificial coma. The feed for the infirmary had been shuttered, so all they could do was talk and drink tea to pass the time.
"How long does this take?" Isa asked while watching tiny tea leaves float in her drinking pouch.
"Hard to say." Rip shrugged. "As far as I understand, it now depends on her condition and constitution. Staying in the pod any longer could be more problematic than waking her up."
"Problematic for her, or for us?" Isa asked grimly.
"Both." Rip answered sincerely. "The Tori has excellent facilities for what she is, but she's no hospital, and we have limited supplies."
"Fucking hard decisions." Isa sighed. "I couldn't do that."
"Oh but you did." Rip smiled.
"Huh?" Isa looked confused, then realization washed over her face. "Yeah, I did, didn't I? Risk all our lives for some strangers."
"Sometimes it's simple." Rip nodded.
After a few more minutes, the door opened and Ada entered. With a sad look on her face and without a word, she flew towards Rip, who caught her and held her in a tight embrace.
Marga tugged on Isa's arm, and the two of them left.
43/X
#writing #fiction #smallstories #tootfic #scifi #serial #projectgatekeeper
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Isa, Rip, and Marga were waiting in the common room of the Tori. It had been eight days since the asteroid incidence, and Ada was about to release Captain Leblanc from the artificial coma. The feed for the infirmary had been shuttered, so all they could do was talk and drink tea to pass the time.
"How long does this take?" Isa asked while watching tiny tea leaves float in her drinking pouch.
"Hard to say." Rip shrugged. "As far as I understand, it now depends on her condition and constitution. Staying in the pod any longer could be more problematic than waking her up."
"Problematic for her, or for us?" Isa asked grimly.
"Both." Rip answered sincerely. "The Tori has excellent facilities for what she is, but she's no hospital, and we have limited supplies."
"Fucking hard decisions." Isa sighed. "I couldn't do that."
"Oh but you did." Rip smiled.
"Huh?" Isa looked confused, then realization washed over her face. "Yeah, I did, didn't I? Risk all our lives for some strangers."
"Sometimes it's simple." Rip nodded.
After a few more minutes, the door opened and Ada entered. With a sad look on her face and without a word, she flew towards Rip, who caught her and held her in a tight embrace.
Marga tugged on Isa's arm, and the two of them left.
43/X
#writing #fiction #smallstories #tootfic #scifi #serial #projectgatekeeper
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Isa, Rip, and Marga were waiting in the common room of the Tori. It had been eight days since the asteroid incidence, and Ada was about to release Captain Leblanc from the artificial coma. The feed for the infirmary had been shuttered, so all they could do was talk and drink tea to pass the time.
"How long does this take?" Isa asked while watching tiny tea leaves float in her drinking pouch.
"Hard to say." Rip shrugged. "As far as I understand, it now depends on her condition and constitution. Staying in the pod any longer could be more problematic than waking her up."
"Problematic for her, or for us?" Isa asked grimly.
"Both." Rip answered sincerely. "The Tori has excellent facilities for what she is, but she's no hospital, and we have limited supplies."
"Fucking hard decisions." Isa sighed. "I couldn't do that."
"Oh but you did." Rip smiled.
"Huh?" Isa looked confused, then realization washed over her face. "Yeah, I did, didn't I? Risk all our lives for some strangers."
"Sometimes it's simple." Rip nodded.
After a few more minutes, the door opened and Ada entered. With a sad look on her face and without a word, she flew towards Rip, who caught her and held her in a tight embrace.
Marga tugged on Isa's arm, and the two of them left.
43/X
#writing #fiction #smallstories #tootfic #scifi #serial #projectgatekeeper
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Isa, Rip, and Marga were waiting in the common room of the Tori. It had been eight days since the asteroid incidence, and Ada was about to release Captain Leblanc from the artificial coma. The feed for the infirmary had been shuttered, so all they could do was talk and drink tea to pass the time.
"How long does this take?" Isa asked while watching tiny tea leaves float in her drinking pouch.
"Hard to say." Rip shrugged. "As far as I understand, it now depends on her condition and constitution. Staying in the pod any longer could be more problematic than waking her up."
"Problematic for her, or for us?" Isa asked grimly.
"Both." Rip answered sincerely. "The Tori has excellent facilities for what she is, but she's no hospital, and we have limited supplies."
"Fucking hard decisions." Isa sighed. "I couldn't do that."
"Oh but you did." Rip smiled.
"Huh?" Isa looked confused, then realization washed over her face. "Yeah, I did, didn't I? Risk all our lives for some strangers."
"Sometimes it's simple." Rip nodded.
After a few more minutes, the door opened and Ada entered. With a sad look on her face and without a word, she flew towards Rip, who caught her and held her in a tight embrace.
Marga tugged on Isa's arm, and the two of them left.
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Isa, Rip, and Marga were waiting in the common room of the Tori. It had been eight days since the asteroid incidence, and Ada was about to release Captain Leblanc from the artificial coma. The feed for the infirmary had been shuttered, so all they could do was talk and drink tea to pass the time.
"How long does this take?" Isa asked while watching tiny tea leaves float in her drinking pouch.
"Hard to say." Rip shrugged. "As far as I understand, it now depends on her condition and constitution. Staying in the pod any longer could be more problematic than waking her up."
"Problematic for her, or for us?" Isa asked grimly.
"Both." Rip answered sincerely. "The Tori has excellent facilities for what she is, but she's no hospital, and we have limited supplies."
"Fucking hard decisions." Isa sighed. "I couldn't do that."
"Oh but you did." Rip smiled.
"Huh?" Isa looked confused, then realization washed over her face. "Yeah, I did, didn't I? Risk all our lives for some strangers."
"Sometimes it's simple." Rip nodded.
After a few more minutes, the door opened and Ada entered. With a sad look on her face and without a word, she flew towards Rip, who caught her and held her in a tight embrace.
Marga tugged on Isa's arm, and the two of them left.
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"Hope for the future"
A story - 23 parts (toots).What have you read? Did you enjoy it? Would you like to suggest a theme? (May be a mash-up, depending on feedback).
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A wanted gem thief published a stranger's dinner-party lies, created a European sensation, then died running a fake copper mine. The stranger sued the wrong person and spent his last years turning visitors away. Baron von Münchhausen: history's most reluctant famous liar.
