I scrambled around for the info-crystals; the wailing behind me seemed to get louder & more penetrating. Why were the cries so loud and why was the information not on the free network? No wonder my ancient human ancestors had done away with these creatures centuries ago.
I found the correct shard and jammed it into the player.
On screen a chipper long dead scholar greeted me, "So, you've just made a baby! But now you're wondering; what next?"
"She's at it again... she's found another pointless hill to shit on."
"Don't you mean 'die' on...?"
"Oh, no. She THINKS she's dying martyr-like on the hill of her choosing, but all she's really doing is making herself look disgusting. All. Day. Gets nothing else done."
"She just sounds like a passionate person with strong convictions."
"Sure, if making up facts and using every possible slur to get your point across is passionate."
"...Ah. Yeah. No."
The cat heard a familiar trill and trotted outside.
It affectionately tried to topple it's favorite person, even as it's harness and saddle were fitted.
Most cats wouldn't tolerate such trappings, but Kib was special.
Not a fancy breed; genetic luck had resulted in Kib being silver, smart, sturdy & most importantly, gentle.
Many a young royal had learned to ride upon Kib, whose patience was renowned throughout the pixie kingdoms.
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"Oh no I think I accidentally deleted the letter _ from existence."
"Sorry, which letter?"
"_ ...oh crap. Right."
"...Well. That's awkward."
"Think... think anyone will notice?"
"I mean, I didn't... Maybe get on to fixing this mistake, sooner than later?"
"Yeah. I better. Man, I'm so glad the boss is on vacation this week. I'm on my 3rd warning."
"Maybe stop microwaving meals in the very experimental particle generator?"
"No promises."
"Why is this tavern called The Weeping Witch?"
"You've never heard the tale?"
"Obviously."
"It's about a young witch and how her heart was broken--"
"By a man?"
"No. She didn't get into the college she applied for so she forged her own way; started her own company only to have her revolutionary new spell stolen by her business partner. Some say her tears were so salty she made earth and creatures around her barren."
"...Hardcore."
"...and I'm GREAT with kids!" she claimed in a manner that implied that, in fact, she was terrible with kids but desperately wanted to curry favor.
I made a note. She eyed my pen anxiously, unable to read my shorthand.
"So ah... you like to write, huh?"
I nodded.
"Okay... cool... um. I used to write in highschool! It was fun?"
I nodded again. It would be interesting to see how far into this date I could get saying only the 10 random words on my list.
"How're repairs progressing? I don't know about YOU but I hate being here - everyone stinks, every item of food hurts my mouth and my neuro-interfaces keep complaining they can't update or connect to anything except something called Wonder Wi-Fi and it's slow as hell."
The mechanic continued to act like I wasn't there. It'd been week. What was her problem?
Ugh 2018 was such a barbaric & rude point in history... She probably felt right at home.
He mewled, "I just want my character to be BIG but not unrealistically so, you know? So do I give him a six or eight pack?"
I glanced at the half written concept, "He's werewolf composed of light, wouldn't that technically allow him to look any way he wants?"
"Yeah BUT he needs to LOOK strong too."
"Like a powerlifter--?"
"NO. NO FAT. But a huge ass is a must."
I suppressed a sigh. This was his 5th OC this month... they were never 'perfect' for long.
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The office was dark and silent save for the hum of electricity, air conditioning and the frustrated sighs of summer intern Dara, age 20.
Her eyes ached and she was pretty sure the only thing propping her up at this point was the contents of the dusty, slightly rusted can of some generic energy drink she had found lost or abandoned holding up an unused desk (now rendered useless sitting at an angle).
Just one more week, and surely...
The parade drifted by, rainbow glitter threatening to blot out the sun if the rain clouds didn't first. Drag queens & college students minced as they passed.
An older woman, gray & frumpy, stood away from the crowd, muttering & sighing,"I made a mistake deciding to come out today."
"What do you mean?" asked a bear in a tutu.
"Aren't I too old to be part of Pride?"
"No way!"
She was gifted many colorful beads & a flag. Her whole day brightened.
Teryl's Tales of Whim~