Metal Fever

“We can never use him, son,” the old man said. Hunter looked down at the hangar. It was enormous, large enough to fit the Jaeger. “But he’s ready to go, Mr. Thomson. He’s just sitting there.” “Metal Fever has cost us far too many Jaeger pilots already, son. Good men Read more…

Simming Problem, My Ass

“Once you’d created your population of realistically reacting and – in a necessary sense – cogitating individuals, you had – also in a sense – created life. The particular parts of whatever computational substrate you’d devoted to the problem now held beings; virtual beings capable of reacting so much like Read more…

Whoopsie Daisy

“Whoops,” the man said and pulled his hands away from the keyboard. She placed her coke on the table. “Whoops? This is not the time for whoopsies, John.” “Um… I may have fried someone’s brain,” the man said panicking. “You what?” She yelped and sat on her workstation across him. Read more…

Crayon Warfare

The Magenta Caterpillars’ leader gathered everyone up. “We need to wipe out the Greens!” he shouted. “Yeah!” the Magentas cheered from below, rippling their bodies. “They’re a scourge,” another said. “Wipe them out of the face of the earth,” a third said, disgusted by their presence alone. “Great,” the Magenta Read more…

Tickle My Pickle

“Come along,” it’s right over there, Pickle pointed thataway while jogging. Cherry panted behind her. “I… don’t… can’t… this uphill is killing me…” “Ain’t you a runner, lassie?” Killie asked with her thick accent. “I’m a sprinter, not a marathoner!” Cherry complained, breathing hard. Killie had a glint of sweat Read more…