“You and we—same bucket of disposables,” the grandmothers said as they hoisted their canvas bags, knitting needles sticking out, and joined the 2096 Android Secession. The City wasn’t pleased. They said strikes were against the law and we must report to our posts—or else. But robots weren’t citizens; the law did not apply to us.Of […]
ChatLegend Scroll LogsMonth of the Weasel, Third-DayExHeroGirl:Dad. Did you have to send a recorder through the gift portal? TranscendantChaos:Ah, it’s there already! Good. Should I send a dizi? Or maybe bagpipes? I thought a recorder was simpler to learn while still appropriate to your current geographical milieu. Has he mastered it yet? ExHeroGirl:No, because I haven’t given […]
Loxley is one thousand bats.The animals embrace each other, nestling in the shape of something semi-human.The first time Loxley burst into a thousand night creatures in front of me, I laughed and called them Dracula until realizing the one thousand bats tucked into the ceiling’s shadows did not find it funny. Then I got scared, […]
I’m certain Mom will shit a brick about the Vikings, so we take baby steps on the morning of the big reveal.First, I load up a tray with pancakes – her favourite ever since she got sick and I quit my job to be her carer – then I perch on the edge of her […]
<DAD PERSONA> 05/11/29 15:1750% COMPLETE…75% COMPLETE…PERSONA GENERATED! COMMUNICATE FREELY WITH PARENTAL SIMULATION!Hey Dan! Thought you’d get a kick out of this Far Side cartoon. I love how he draws the ladies with cats eye glasses. Hope your classes are fun and you’re not experiencing the dreaded ”sophomore slump!”DallasMorningNews10.12.92.PDF<D. Kalder> 05/11/29 15:28what? when do you think it […]
The chief difficulty in being a garden witch is that the cabbage patches occasionally sprout babies. Odelia didn’t know this when she started garden witchery, only that cabbage, in parts or whole, is required for approximately eighty-seven percent of spells (including all the really good ones).But at least on the crisp mornings when she mists […]
After my grandmother died, I was left with the ofuton and the spirit inside it.It had been hers since before lift-off, stitched by hand on Earth, brought to the orbiting colony in the old days when people still thought they might go back. Indigo-dyed cotton, faded from decades of artificial lighting. I unrolled it in […]
Naturally, my first thought is that the bear has eaten my child. My second is to blame myself. I put my daughter to bed early, went to read my book. I should have been hovering in the dark beside her, listening to her breathe like breaking news I can’t afford to miss.Or maybe I just […]