A manse, valuable-filled, surrounded by a luxurious garden that serves as a security system. The high walls keep the psychoactive pollen contained and the ppl who live there know to hold their breath on the way to the front door.
Thieves find the garden paths twisting… a door splitting in front of them as if by mitosis, forming two mirrored unreachable doors to their right and left, etc.
Grounds staff with perfumed handkerchiefs and stout truncheons patrol & beat the wandering rogues.
Every space station maintains an AI that’s responsible for charting linguistic drift. The AI listens in on teenagers as they invent slang, transcribes lyrics to popular music, records speakers, etc.
That way no matter when a ship docks, no matter how long the ship’s occupants been on the drift in relative time, the AI should be able to translate current-station language to now-outdated-astronaut language by comparing the shared root language to their changelog.
A smartwatch A.I. that evolves via forking, new versions, etc. so quickly that it has to work to deal with how slowly its owner experiences time.
“Watch, set a reminder that I have a meeting at 7 p.m.”
“Got it.”
“Oh, it’s in the Sparrow Room. Please add that detail.”
“Whoah, you’re still here? Added! My greatgrandversion had so many logs about this conversation. Hard to believe it’s still going on.”
In response to a request for weird sci-fi law enforcement for the RPG MOTHERSHIP, I wrote:
Empathy Kittens
On docking, each crew member is assigned a fuzzy alien kitten-analogue & required to name it & carry it w/ them (or have it kenneled for a small fee.) The creatures have minor empathic projection. Androids, immune to empathy, enforce the law via threats to yr empathy kitten. Would you steal if it means your empathy kitten doesn’t eat? Or is hurt in front of you by an uncaring android?
It happened again, eh friend? No worries! Just remember this simple mnemonic: F.U.D.G.E.!
Fulfill
Unfinished
Duties,
Ghost
Evaporates!
Simply drive the spirit where it wishes to go, or help it enact its vengeance, and then you’ll be alone in your car again in no time!
The Signal: EP153 – Exactly 45 minutes of sounds from around the world, coming your way with the inexorable power of a glittering hypno-ray. Fall under the spell and join us for some melancholy Irish folk, a French vocal ensemble, cumbia from Colombia, hip hop and vibraphones, Hindi vocals over afrobeat percussion… AND MORE! Dang!
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PLAGUE DOCTOR: Do these rats, with their pestilent fleas, bring you joy?
PEASANT: Absolutely not.
PLAGUE DOCTOR: Then unclutter your life and let them go.
PEASANT: … Yeah but how? The whole world is filth?
PLAGUE DOCTOR: … Honestly, I hope you don’t, ’cause: Job security. I think this was just supposed to be a joke about a Netflix show, transposed in time, but the conceit is rotten to its buboed core.
Nothing worse than finding a note on your cryo-sleep chamber saying “DO NOT DISTURB” that you didn’t put there.
Everyone pretending like the half-eaten cake in the refrig unit and the loose confetti were from a “security test” and not evidence the ship’s crew didn’t bother to wake you up for a party.
Captain’s still wearing a party hat. Claims it’s for medical use. But I’m not even mad.
A dating site profile that tells you you’ve matched with A Quiet Stretch of Wooded Road Where A Bolt of Light From the Sky Stills Your Vehicle and a Warm Paralysis Covers You as the Clock Jumps Forward Two Hours.
Hobbies: “Science” lol
Every time I worry that I’m running out of time to make my mark on the world I remember that Tollund Man took 16 centuries before he was recognized for his achievement of being preserved in a peat bog with a noose around his neck.
It’s never too late.
1) Broken airlock, AI claims it’s fine
2) Scuttling sounds
3) Keep seeing a twin of yourself out of the corner of your eye
4) All other cryo-chambers full of mushrooms instead of frozen shipmates
5) No lights save for flashing/rotating warning lights in every room
6) Butt cheeks imprint visible in condensation on your cryo-chamber lid, right above where your face was.
A sphinx that genuinely doesn’t know the answers to its riddles and doesn’t believe you when you get them right.
A pair of talking doors. One of them makes fun of you. The other silently judges.
A pressure trap that can be disabled with a written document certifying one’s final payment against student debt.
Entire treasure has been invested, has been converted to ‘the roof of your neighbor’s house,’ etc. Go steal a roof, scum.
A dating site profile that tells you you’ve matched with A Quiet Stretch of Wooded Road Where A Bolt of Light From the Sky Stills Your Vehicle and a Warm Paralysis Covers You as the Clock Jumps Forward Two Hours.
Hobbies: “Science” lol