Ride the train of thought to its final destination, and then further. Hide from the conductor if need be.
a rusty old merchant will share the coordinates↵you will need to be on your way through the desert the next morning
you have to be quick here - one violation of protocol and you’ll be torn into pieces↵respond when not spoken to at exactly the right time
a bunch of robots chattering past each other - or is it? somehow there is a depth to it that does not come out near humans
the path to shangri-la leads starts in a bazaar of robotic merchants that will try to sell your eyeballs if you ever reveal your humanity
the coffee is so strong that it recoils from my lips↵so full of ideas that it’s sentient, wants to keep them, doesn’t want to be drunk
Everything Nuclear Midas touches turns to ash.
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your eyes have adapted to the darkness, see only when there is no light, have begun to discern different uncolors, textures and flavors
“Does that girl love you? Do you love her? Who needs to know? Not the watchers. Keep them in the dark, make them flounder in the tarpit.”
Freedom fighters planting logic bombs for the surveillance AIs to gobble up, causing combinatorial explosions in their algorithms.
The air elemental that carries you wants to be sung to. So you do and drive through the city on a bike of music and wind.
The wizened traveller warns you: In these parts of the net, beware the will-o’-wisps who will lure you into dead forums to steal your warmth
Why did my address change? Well, I wasn’t going to move but then the landlord fixed the old generator in the basement and my house ran away.
fun make-work project: moving from upstart to systemd
“Doesn’t their presence disturb you?“↵No, they’re roughly finger-sized. They live under the bathtub and haven’t dared to hunt me yet.
In order not to accidentally start the summoning before the circle is ready, place money in it. It sucks away any lingering traces of soul.
Hadean Twitter, the underworld of deleted tweets and accounts that contains all the things we regretted to say.
That dream recorder implant you got records quite a few unfamiliar dreams. You begin to suspect they aren’t yours. Guests in your skull?
“Old guy croaked a thousand years ago, you could’ve come back much earlier. Want some booze? Nobody’s going to expel you over it this time.”
I rest against a tree and a snake slithers up to me. It has a beard!? “Yeah I am that very snake. Glad to see you guys back. Took a while.”
We return to paradise but like all the other places of our childhood, it has become smaller - it’s just a few ancient trees on a hillside.
Sure the ride is long, dark and cold. Just bring warm clothes, an Internet and a few fusion reactors? And try not to become the Morlocks?
You show it to a jeweler who offers to cut it. Into a cheat die: Multiple sixes, one seven for desperate situations, jacks, queens, kings.
Her pipe’s melody cuts through the fog, which floats to the ground in pieces, fog blankets. She stacks them in her wagon. A nice haul.
Those spooky howling noises are only the tower humming to itself. This is a lonely place. It gets really creative when it knows I’m here!
his thoughts turn to sand and fall out of his ears in two rivulets
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There is at least one reality in which we domesticated giant centipedes to navigate country and cities with. Imagine the traffic jams.
As humanity grew in numbers, the Norns struggled to keep up with fate-weaving. An inventor saved them: Now they program the Looms of Fate.
Telling these from actual humans is easy though: They leave through the nose when threatened. So make sure to pat your friends on the head!
An extremely long earthworm was hidden under the rock, curled in a way as to look like a brain. Around it, a protective shell was hardening.
These little birds that flew out of my mirror have negative weight: They need to work not to fall into space and fly upside down.
At night, I switch off the lights and watch them form trails to the local power lines to carry home little plasma clouds in their jaws.
A crackle and the smell of ozone, and another little lightning bolt scurries away from the workbench to disappear behind the tool locker.
He is now nothing more than a thin skin pulled taut over his dreamverse, the gateway between two worlds that desperately want to merge.
a bar called the overton window, with an open mic hour every evening where you have to insult the guests as hard as possible
A virus had escaped a thousand years ago, since then using Atlantean skins as parchment for documents ranging from recipes to romances.
At some point we finally found, hidden in Earth’s pouch, Atlantis and its pattern-skinned natives, covered head to toes in their script.
oracles use a twelve sided die and roll it repeatedly; it is traditional to roll three but more complicated questions ask for five or seven
the symbols that signify the gods form a sacred script and language; they dance to express their will and tell stories
the negative one, when present, inverts the qualities of all siblings to its right, converts dream into reality and knowledge into oblivion
A culture in which executioner came to be the same word as barkeeper. You enter the bar and ask for a little death.
I wonder what the neighbours think … tonight I blocked the windows with tin foil to darken our bedroom. #paranoid #summer
I wonder what the neighbours think … tonight I blocked the windows with tin foil to darken our bedroom. #paranoid #summer
These firewalls are always starved for CPU, so they save on simulation complexity while keeping uploads human enough to work as filters.
fungi whose asbestos mycelium curls around glowing coals to siphon off heat for their own use, but also feed them colourfully burning metals
Giant crematoria form its industry, their smokestacks billowing ash, while the city’s tomb towers sell the hope of a shorter jump to heaven.
“Welcome to Necropolis”, the sign reads. On it lounges a skeleton. The suburbs consist of neatly spaced mausolea in well trimmed gardens.
She’s sitting across me on the train, concentrated on her palms where a bonsai of light is growing, blooming. Nobody but me seems to notice.
@kdave@kdave.github.io It should match the full word, but it’s currently matching the prefix as %tag is easier to implement. But it’s on my todo list.
@kdave@kdave.github.io It should match the full word, but it’s currently matching the prefix as %tag is easier to implement. But it’s on my todo list.
@quite@lublin.se Haven’t seen any asparagus yet, i think the harvest is late this year. But i’m looking forward to throw them in some curry! #yummy
@quite@lublin.se Haven’t seen any asparagus yet, i think the harvest is late this year. But i’m looking forward to throw them in some curry! #yummy
@quite@lublin.se Yeah … i was too lazy to buy chipotle and just put a good handful of pepper flakes in it. #yummy
It’s probably a little bit slower now, but i’ll add a option to increase the workers. 16 seems to work nicely here.
@kdave@kdave.github.io I fixed the connection timeouts with #txtnix. It seems i fetched to many urls concurrently, so now there’s a worker pool.
@quite@lublin.se Yeah … i was too lazy to buy chipotle and just put a good handful of pepper flakes in it. #yummy
It’s probably a little bit slower now, but i’ll add a option to increase the workers. 16 seems to work nicely here.
@kdave@kdave.github.io I fixed the connection timeouts with #txtnix. It seems i fetched to many urls concurrently, so now there’s a worker pool.
@buckket@buckket.org Do you want to close all issues tagged enhancement and milestone 1.3 before you do another release?
@buckket@buckket.org Do you want to close all issues tagged enhancement and milestone 1.3 before you do another release?
/me has programmed for hours today only to learn that our problem is underspecified. gah!
/me has programmed for hours today only to learn that our problem is underspecified. gah!
Antiprofessors unlearn everything about a topic to be able to offer a completely fresh view. The most accomplished can’t even speak or walk.
Our space station regularly molts and then eats its own discarded hide to heal radiation damage. So do we and eat the dying and senile.
The honey tastes of time, solitude, endless falling and the searing pain the starflower deals to the comet bee when in close proximity.
Comet bees go on century-long journeys to gather star nectar and save it in their high, cold orbit hives where it matures over millennia.
making one’s website look deliberately spammy so that indexers downrank it; hidden in the noise, accessible only to initiates
@allgebrah According to the dictionary, that should’ve been shell, not house. Well, we call them “Schneckenhaus” (snail house)
sentient snails that store up to ten types of ink in their houses as they age, with a highly refined tradition of slime trail calligraphy
Sometimes I shrink myself down to micrometer size and sit on an exposed copper cable, watch waves of electrons crash back and forth.
The robots took over and we had to blend in: Reverse androids, roboids, metal shells housing tiny bits of human. Oh how we haunted them.
He didn’t expect his skin to rust but his clothes are full of reddish dust. Fridge magnets stick to his fingers.
There a new version of roster out: All links to nicks now point to a page with tweets by that user.
There a new version of roster out: All links to nicks now point to a page with tweets by that user.
you put on your headphones, expecting music↵you hear nothing but everyone you see is nodding to the same beat
@dracoblue@dracoblue.net https://roster.twtxt.org now supports https and cors headers. And @all: every tag links to a page with all tagged tweets.
@dracoblue@dracoblue.net https://roster.twtxt.org now supports https and cors headers. And @all: every tag links to a page with all tagged tweets.
One time they animated the toilet and “forgot” to deanimate it before a party. Needless to say, the guests were rather spooked.
We sacrificed a cat (dying of cancer) to animate a pot and now the pot purrs loudly whenever we cook with it. Enjoys the heat, most likely.
She puts two fingers to the base of my neck, pulls. My spine zips open. She reaches in, leaves something behind the heart, closes it again.
During perihelion, the salmon wander into lower orbits to spawn. Improbably high egg clouds can be seen to light up in red during sunsets.
The third great river was lost to space and is now a cloud of comets trailing after the planet. Space-adapted salmon jump between them.
But apparently dead people have seen some fucked up shit and one has to deal with that somehow. The unstable break or become alcoholics.
I’ve known necromancers, seen them animate simple dice, give life to a magnifying glass to help in finding beauty. I don’t see the evil.
The descendants of Jonah’s Whale have started a shuttling service. Ferry to Atlantis for the price of a flight. And don’t eat the ferryman.
A heavy cable is hanging from that storm cloud, ending in a power plug at my feet. I feel like it’s a bad idea to unplug it right now.
in your backyard is a pond of kerosene and in the morning, tiny jet planes come to drink
wear glass chainmail to protect against laser swords
images of these predators (for us, indistinguishable from normal fire) are carved on some furniture to scare off the gentler vegetarian fire
Unsure what to expect, you enter the freak show. Beautiful people are pointing at you with curious disgust in their faces.
I got time to kill, he says, loads his shotgun with gears and springs and disappears through the clock’s smashed face.
thick clouds pervade the tanasinn dens in the data haven↵you hear the junkies’ muffled cries and someone is trying to sell you ringtones
“why are you wearing his face WHY DID YOU CHEAT ON ME” “I-I did not expect our faces to swap” “WHY AAAAH”
what if the first kiss between two people exchanged their faces?↵↵she comes up to you, “hey, want to trade?” [you try to ignore her stubble]
alien magic betrays their own perceptual biases, so it is incompatible to ours and exactly as incomprehensible as their minds
fascinating possibility: we really are made in the world soul’s image because its own kind are the patterns it is disposed to see
Commuting to work. To my right is an unfamiliar sea. The city comes into view, all the buildings are on stilts now, some are walking around.
fake fire that mimics real fire to protect itself against predators