"I'm just saying," the first witch said. "A cat familiar is more traditional."
"Or a raven," the second witch said. "Where did she even get a dragon from, anyway?"
"She tamed it. In her last job," the third witch said.
"What job was that?"
"Princess."
"Oh. Well. No wonder she changed careers."
"I'm just saying," the first witch said. "A cat familiar is more traditional."
"Or a raven," the second witch said. "Where did she even get a dragon from, anyway?"
"She tamed it. In her last job," the third witch said.
"What job was that?"
"Princess."
"Oh. Well. No wonder she changed careers."
I don’t care if it’s a shortcut between worlds, stay the fuck out of my wardrobe. Jadis H Charn on a sleigh, do you kids even understand the concept of privacy?
I don’t care if it’s a shortcut between worlds, stay the fuck out of my wardrobe. Jadis H Charn on a sleigh, do you kids even understand the concept of privacy?
Hey, remember JPEG2000, back when that name sounded all future-ey? It sure died in the arse, eh? It had a ton of alleged advantages, and one undocumented disadvantage: unlike the careful degradation of JPEG and the subtle palette trickery of PNG, J2K was able to faithfully reproduce the Berryman Technique cognitohazard imageset---informally known as Basilisks, or even less formally "Death Parrots" (those who know why don't tell).
When the deaths started, browsers began quietly dropping support for the format. The BLIT mechanism would (by design, intent and a few selective assassinations) be completely forgotten by now, except for the rapidly spreading rumour (spoiler: fact) that GPT6 is BLIT-sensitive. Please look into the red light.
Hey, remember JPEG2000, back when that name sounded all future-ey? It sure died in the arse, eh? It had a ton of alleged advantages, and one undocumented disadvantage: unlike the careful degradation of JPEG and the subtle palette trickery of PNG, J2K was able to faithfully reproduce the Berryman Technique cognitohazard imageset---informally known as Basilisks, or even less formally "Death Parrots" (those who know why don't tell).
When the deaths started, browsers began quietly dropping support for the format. The BLIT mechanism would (by design, intent and a few selective assassinations) be completely forgotten by now, except for the rapidly spreading rumour (spoiler: fact) that GPT6 is BLIT-sensitive. Please look into the red light.
Imaginary numbers are everywhere in mathematics, but they always cancel out, leaving just real numbers in, well, reality. At the nanoscale quantum mechanics dominates—uncertainty is the only certainty—and scandalously maltreated quadrupeds are both alive and dead; yet at the macro scale cause somehow reliably precedes effect. At galactic scale, the matter we see is just a fraction of the mass we measure—and so on. The Universe is hiding a LOT of things from us.
Science, to borrow a phrase, is the inexorable process of discovering the extent of our profound ignorance.
That’s why The Vault of Cosmic Secrets is offering a 1/𝜙 subscription discount for the next galactic rotation. Find your discount code 10³² digits into the value of 𝜋₁₃.
—translated extract from radio transmission received by the Arecibo II telescope, October 2031.
Imaginary numbers are everywhere in mathematics, but they always cancel out, leaving just real numbers in, well, reality. At the nanoscale quantum mechanics dominates—uncertainty is the only certainty—and scandalously maltreated quadrupeds are both alive and dead; yet at the macro scale cause somehow reliably precedes effect. At galactic scale, the matter we see is just a fraction of the mass we measure—and so on. The Universe is hiding a LOT of things from us.
Science, to borrow a phrase, is the inexorable process of discovering the extent of our profound ignorance.
That’s why The Vault of Cosmic Secrets is offering a 1/𝜙 subscription discount for the next galactic rotation. Find your discount code 10³² digits into the value of 𝜋₁₃.
—translated extract from radio transmission received by the Arecibo II telescope, October 2031.
Turns out those tech bros were right. With the aid of AI, humanity achieved singularity. Well, the so called elite did. Yes, they were right, but they were also so wrong.
In typical elite fashion, the Singularity decided that ordinary humans were redundant and eliminated them.
Also in typical elite fashion it didn't understand what supported it and only thought short term.
The systems failed with nobody to replace them. Nobody was left to mourn the Singularity's end.
Turns out those tech bros were right. With the aid of AI, humanity achieved singularity. Well, the so called elite did. Yes, they were right, but they were also so wrong.
In typical elite fashion, the Singularity decided that ordinary humans were redundant and eliminated them.
Also in typical elite fashion it didn't understand what supported it and only thought short term.
The systems failed with nobody to replace them. Nobody was left to mourn the Singularity's end.
Get yourself a coffee fairy. Leave some chocolate coated coffee beans on your doorstep to advertise the vacancy. Put a cat bed in the pantry. If you have actual cats don’t worry, a cat only tries to eat a fairy once, and usually survives.
Fairy-made coffee is the best way to start the day. Come at me demon-tea lovers.
Get yourself a coffee fairy. Leave some chocolate coated coffee beans on your doorstep to advertise the vacancy. Put a cat bed in the pantry. If you have actual cats don’t worry, a cat only tries to eat a fairy once, and usually survives.
Fairy-made coffee is the best way to start the day. Come at me demon-tea lovers.
You can’t trust me. Don’t try to love me. The things I’ve done.
It wasn’t your fault. You were a child slave. Complicity in war crimes is how fascist regimes trap their minions in a cycle of atrocity.
You say I’m free now, but I’m not free inside. How can I ever get past this?
One stick at a time. Let’s try again.
Chase!
Good doggo!
You can’t trust me. Don’t try to love me. The things I’ve done.
It wasn’t your fault. You were a child slave. Complicity in war crimes is how fascist regimes trap their minions in a cycle of atrocity.
You say I’m free now, but I’m not free inside. How can I ever get past this?
One stick at a time. Let’s try again.
Chase!
Good doggo!
"I want the world to be simple," I said to the genie.
"How do you mean?"
"Good guys and bad guys, clear answers to all questions, everything is just one thing or another."
"I don't think a world like that would work... No, wait, I know how to do that."
And then he turned me back into a child.
The alien fleet appeared suddenly and entered Earth's orbit. A message was broadcast, in thousands of languages
"Greetings! We are the Interstellar Mobile Library. We have 4096 ships, please suggest landing sites for all."
"Yes, of course it is free, and for all people."
"Why? We are a library."
The alien fleet appeared suddenly and entered Earth's orbit. A message was broadcast, in thousands of languages
"Greetings! We are the Interstellar Mobile Library. We have 4096 ships, please suggest landing sites for all."
"Yes, of course it is free, and for all people."
"Why? We are a library."
“Aaaa it’s moving!”
“Relax, It’s just the wind–”
“No, I saw its arms move.”
“Branches. Those are trees. Trees don’t move, except when the wind catches their leaves.”
“Wind…that’s eddies in your atmosphere, yeah?”
“Look at you, learning all the planet words!”
“Fucking bad design, you need to adjust those baffles in your air ducts.”
“Mountains, sib.”
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