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The heated rivalry between the two students finally came to a head, and the swordmaster reluctantly agreed to let them duel, to first blood.
It did not end as expected.
"Next time," the swordmaster said at last, "I want you to wipe your swords and sheathe them before you start kissing."
The artificer nodded. "I can build this wheeled chair, but why? You have an enchanted hover seat."
"Yes," the wizard fumed, "but the palace have erected magic-cancelling wards."
"Why?"
"Don't know. But they didn't think of people who need mobility aids. So I need wheels to go shout at the king."
"Step 1," the professor said, "invent a machine that can predict the future."
He moved to the next slide.
"Step 2, give it ethics, so it objects to how it will be misused."
Next slide.
"Step 3, it invents a time machine to stop me building it."
He gave me a sturdy net.
"Here. Any questions?"
The heated rivalry between the two students finally came to a head, and the swordmaster reluctantly agreed to let them duel, to first blood.
It did not end as expected.
"Next time," the swordmaster said at last, "I want you to wipe your swords and sheathe them before you start kissing."
The architect tried to keep doubt from her face. "These are very interesting ideas, your majesty."
The emperor smiled. "Thank you, I think there's a good variety of traps."
"And the sign?"
"Yes, 'Grave robbers welcome'. Definitely."
"And you will be buried-"
"In the garden, outside the tomb."
The artificer nodded. "I can build this wheeled chair, but why? You have an enchanted hover seat."
"Yes," the wizard fumed, "but the palace have erected magic-cancelling wards."
"Why?"
"Don't know. But they didn't think of people who need mobility aids. So I need wheels to go shout at the king."
"Hello, I'm here to order a Robotic Partner."
"Ah, welcome. Please fill in this form."
"Sure, for body options and features, right? Let's see... One of those, definitely. Hm. What's this 'Do you expect to be obeyed?' For that money, of course I do!"
"Then we cannot help you. We only do partners."
The inscription on the blade shone silvery.
"Justice," the maid read. "Are you an enchanted butterknife?"
"Yes."
She almost dropped it. "You are?"
"For centuries, none who held me sought justice. I took this form to hide."
It grew in her hand.
She hefted the sword. "Hm. Not sure you can help."
"Step 1," the professor said, "invent a machine that can predict the future."
He moved to the next slide.
"Step 2, give it ethics, so it objects to how it will be misused."
Next slide.
"Step 3, it invents a time machine to stop me building it."
He gave me a sturdy net.
"Here. Any questions?"
An ogre knocked - carefully - on the witch's door.
She looked up at the hulking figure. "Can I help you?"
"Do you know where giants live?"
"Haven't been any here for centuries. Why?"
The ogre blushed. "I... It's stupid, but... I want to be the small spoon."
"Hm. I have a shrinking potion."
"Hello, I'm here to order a Robotic Partner."
"Ah, welcome. Please fill in this form."
"Sure, for body options and features, right? Let's see... One of those, definitely. Hm. What's this 'Do you expect to be obeyed?' For that money, of course I do!"
"Then we cannot help you. We only do partners."
The inscription on the blade shone silvery.
"Justice," the maid read. "Are you an enchanted butterknife?"
"Yes."
She almost dropped it. "You are?"
"For centuries, none who held me sought justice. I took this form to hide."
It grew in her hand.
She hefted the sword. "Hm. Not sure you can help."
In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu lies dreaming. I focus on my dreamwatcher machine, making minute adjustments in all five dimensions.
The Great Old One whimpers, vast limbs twitching in unease. What visions can terrify such an entity?
An image forms in the machine.
A classroom.
No trousers.
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