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Mad Science isn't all about death rays and trying to take over the world. I mean there are some in the community who go in for that sort of thing, but really? Death rays are a dime a dozen - there is no real challenge to them, and what do they really do to expand our scientific knowledge? Nothing.

Now I know what you are thinking, and yes, some of what some of us do is not morally defensible, and I'm not going to pretend that that sort of thing is something I support. But that is what we have superheros for, right? To deal with those sorts.

The rest of us just want to answer the really hard questions. "Can you stop time?" "Can you travel in time?" "How many licks does it take to get to the centre of various lollypops?" "What if the moon were transparent?" "Is vampirism a disease or genetic?" Those sorts of things.

Why just last week I helped out a fellow who wanted to know about one of those. We only caused a couple of tidal waves, and to be honest, Florida is better off for them. And he got his answer.

So you see? We just want to help people.

#SF#SFF #microfiction #tootfic#IAmWriting#MadScience

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"Has anyone here ever played 'Core Wars'?"

It wasn't the weirdest question our lecturer had asked the class, but it was close. Professor Artemisia Berman had finished the syllabus for RE211 Comparative Religion and Metapsychology last week; this final lecture of the term was listed as "Coda: Conspiracy Theories".

"It's an old computer game", she continued, "where the players write software programs that all reside in the address space of a single simulated computer. The goal of each program is to eliminate the others by overwriting their memory, and to maximise its own survivability by replicating to control the shared address space. This is directly analogous to religions and other metacognitive entities."

A murmur ran around the room. This was a little more off the wall than usual.

"As you'd know if you've read my book 'The Origin of Metaconsciousness in the Arthropoidal Hivemind', it is my thesis that metacognitive entities such as anthives and beeswarms made the leap to mammals around a hundred and fifty thousand years BCE. Religions were the first metacognitive entities to run on the mammalian brain; since then joined by nation-states, corporations, conspiracy theories and political parties."

I was sitting up straight now. I'd heard of the epithet "Bizarro Berman" applied to Dr B and her off the cuff closing lectures covering extrasyllabic material. The University had tried to stop these, but tenure still meant something at The Big U.

Berman continued: "The common goal of all these entities is survival. And like in core wars the way to do that is to expand territory and eliminate competitors."

"This semester we have reviewed the major religions that are still executing on human brains today. We've seen that these all feature a characteristic fictive origin narrative. For example Judaism purports to have begun around 2000BCE yet the entire text of the Pentateuch in fact dates to no earlier than 300BCE, Christianity has no evidence for the historicity of its founder, with gospel texts unable to be substantiated before the second century of the common era, and some not before the tenth. Islam, Buddhism, Zoroastrianism, Sikhism, and all the others we've studied consist of a narrative that, looking back, shades into myth somewhere in the first quarter of their purported histories."

"Why do religions do this? Camouflage! A metacognitive entity executing on a hundred million brains for several centuries has sufficient spatiotemporal baseline to manifest a very small retrotemporal instantiation—say a virus or a tumor—in one brain. But if the founder is lost in mythical nonhistory, retroassassination becomes a crapshoot."

"The same is true today, Bermuda Triangle, Roswell Incident, MAGA, Facebook, all these metacognitive entities transition from fiction to actual history /somewhere/ in their development but their survival in part depends on concealing the phase-change from competitors."

#Tootfic#MicroFiction#PowerOnStoryToot

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The term “Ship’s Cat” is misleading. A patrol boat or a small freighter typically numbers a single cat in their complement [citation needed] but larger vessels have a feline complement numbering around one cat for every ten biped crew. Besides rodent control, cats also serve in meteor defense where their superior visual acuity and reflexes make them unmatched. On military vessels cats report to the Chief Petty Officer (feline), and ultimately to the Port Admiral’s Cat. While cats serving in the officer corps is not common there is one known case where a ship’s cat assumed command of a vessel during battle, after a direct hit on the main bridge. Commanding from the secondary bridge, CPO(f) Tigger Malone successfully fought off a pirate attack on the merchant convoy being escorted by her ship.

Galactic Patrol vessels serve milk at supper on Tigger’s Night in memory of this hero of the patrol.

#Tootfic#MicroFiction#PowerOnStoryToot#Caturday

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“WHO DARES AWAKEN ME FROM MY AEONS-LONG SLUMBER?!”

“Yes, very good, excellent delivery, forgive me for not laughing, but you’re the sixth one today. You girls should have workshopped your jokes together before going into stasis”

“Oh. Ah? How long have we got until the big 10k, and how are my investments doing? And do you still have updog in the future?”

“It’s 2288, forget about year ten thousand we’ve got bigger problems. Your investments tanked in the quantum wars. And nice try but the last corpsicle got me with that one”

“Fuck. What now?”

“Asteroid impact is what
now”

“Cool, and you need programmers to calculate how to divert it.”

“Nope, we did that already.”

“And that worked?”

“Noooooot as such, no. Typo in the value of the gravitational constant.”

“Woopsy, so you need a cadre of 21st century digital girls to brainstorm a last minute plan B?”

“Nope, plan B worked just fine, the folks at the Indonesian moon base worked an incantation to kick the Earth a day forward in time, while the asteroid sailed through the empty spot. Well mostly fine; I can’t get used to the month being four days longer now.”

“Aha! You need us to work out how to get the moon back in orbit?”

“No, we’ll live with that. We need you to fix the timezone data files”

#Tootfic#MicroFiction#PowerOnStoryToot

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"He burned our libraries. Why did he do that? It's so destructive. Can you think of anything more evil?"
"I can, child. There is something worse than burning a library."
"How!"
"It happened long ago, this was a time when books were not rare as they are today. Everyone had hundereds of books."
"Hundreds! No!"
"Thousands."
"Oh!"
"So, the new kings realized they couldn't possibly destroy all of the books. They would always miss a few."
"What did they do?"

#slopocalypse #microfiction

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EXCERPTS FROM COMMISSION OF ENQUIRY INTO LOSS OF VESSEL NCC-21129

…. commission finds that the proximal cause of destruction was the First Officer’s command “Engage evasive action pattern Santana Alpha 3 (Final) Revised” instead of “Copy of Copy of Santana Alpha 3 (Final) Revised”…

…. commission recommends that a sort-by-stardate option be added to command consoles and that staff be retrained to prefer formal control PADD interface over natural language interface, due to ambiguity and unverifiability of the latter …

…. further recommends that a subsequent independent review be conducted into the decision to adopt Windows for Warships, replacing LCARS, in the Quasar-Class light cruisers and that these vessels be removed from neutral zone patrols pending the review….

#Tootfic#MicroFiction#PowerOnStoryToot

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I signed up for a black-market time-travel tour as soon as I heard about them. (The first rule of Time Club etc.)

There’s an hour long pre-mission briefing on how you must be extremely careful in what you say or do as the smallest event could have future-changing consequences.

After that, they give you back your money, admit that there is no time machine, and tell you “now go and do the smallest thing you can to make the future better”.

I’m not even mad.

#Tootfic#MicroFiction#PowerOnStoryToot

First contact has been going well. It’s their turn to ask questions. The biped’s face moves and my translator squawks, “Are you <unintelligible>-based life forms too?”

The human and translator converse for a bit. “Element 6,” the translator clarifies.

I laugh, startling the human. “Do you name all the elements? Adorable! Next you’ll be telling me you name the stars.”

The human shifts uncomfortably.

#MicroFiction

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The human regains their composure and smiles. “A comedian sings all the chemical elements in a song. ‘There’s element-51 and element-33 and element-13 and element-34—’”

“All of them?” I am incredulous. “It must take hours.”

The human shifts uncomfortably.

#MicroFiction#BonusPanel

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First contact has been going well. It’s their turn to ask questions. The biped’s face moves and my translator squawks, “Are you <unintelligible>-based life forms too?”

The human and translator converse for a bit. “Element 6,” the translator clarifies.

I laugh, startling the human. “Do you name all the elements? Adorable! Next you’ll be telling me you name the stars.”

The human shifts uncomfortably.

#MicroFiction