Average Geek.
Hobbies: Fixing Computers, Reading, Gaming (High and Low Tech).
Currently working Food Retail
(Don't speak for my employer, they have a whole PR Department.)
(Some work observations are second hand from friends we stole from competitors).
He/Him.
Birb site digital refugee who is enjoying the vibe here.
"Hey, PS17, grandad mentioned a game called 'Bubble Bobble'. Can you run that?"
The PlayStation thought. "No, but I can emulate an earlier platform, that can emulate an earlier platform, that can emulate-"
"How many layers of emulation will you have to run?"
"Twelve."
"I hope it's worth it."
[praying mantis bar]
guy: dude I got lucky last night
other guy: *sadly* please just stop it kevin you’re embarrassing yourself again you still have your head you’re literally talking out of it right now you’re a virgin just like the rest of us
I got a message from my God: "I'm not sure I can keep doing this."
"Why, what's up?" I replied.
"I told you to spread the word. Now I have hundreds of worshippers."
"Isn't that good?"
"Yes, I love it. But the traffic..."
My God provides Their worshippers with WiFi.
"Wait," I type, "are you saying you do everything by hand?"
"By Divinity. From modulating the electromagnetic spectrum, to carrying and routing every packet."
Any hackers out there know how to automate that?
My phone rang. As did the phones of everybody else in the coffee shop. Unknown number.
I looked around. Everyone inside, and on the street outside, stared at their phones and rejected the call.
I looked at my phone.
Answered.
"Hello?"
"You are," a voice said, "the Chosen One."
A squire rushed in to the great hall.
"Someone," he shouted, "has taken the sword from the stone!"
The assembled knights halted their dinner.
"At last, a king?"
"Who?"
"I don't know," the squire said. "The sword is gone!"
Elsewhere:
"This," Indy muttered, "belongs in a museum.
A spaceship landed in the park. An alien emerged, holding a slate in a tendril.
"Greetings Earthlings," they read. "We have come to learn about this wondrous thing you call l..."
They paused, oculating the slate.
"Love?" a passing dogwalker suggested.
"Libraries! Do they exist?"
Micro SF/F by O. Westin
Riker Googling
Dropped Mike
The Oatmeal
Tinker ☀️
Steve Herman