slowpo
“You ain’t listening. Ain’t understanding. It was you. Just you that trashed this place. For me and mine.”
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Antifragile
The Puritans of this new dead world aimed to make it antifragile. Perfectly willing to let things break in order to become stronger.
bullets in the surf
She squeezed the trigger and let it rain. Who knew where it might fall.
Initial Conditions
The hunt had not gone well today. Nothing to cook on the fire. Nothing to feed their shrinking bellies. It had not always been like this.
Uncertain
Luckily, the young lady checking DNAID was more interested in her holoposts than doing her security job. Unker Ten was waved through.
Black Whole
Earth was a fuming mess, and Sybyl had braved the high hallows of smoldering air to reclaim the dream.
The Sun-cast
It was tough to understand how the largest CME in recorded history had blown out a third of the world’s electrical transformers.
Rosetta
The Rosetta transcended the dark technologies, its thin blue lines encompassing a storage capacity that, though limited, was easily accessed
Treed
If Quentin was correct about the data in the files, they only had a few more years, and who was going to care if he spent it in trees?
The Last Variable
It was intimidating to be a mile deep inside a mountain without his vital links to the noosphere. A datazen depended on those links.
a something new
The prairie dog felt it as a restless push enticing it across what was once southern Utah to what was once southern Nevada.
Chained Reaction
The world is a Rube Goldberg machine, a bowling ball on a teeter totter, and all it will ever do is scratch someone’s ridiculous itch.
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