Okay, from today, it’s going to look like I’ve just given up on posting the trope-a-day in order entirely, I’m afraid, but in actuality, that’s not true.  The trouble is that the ones that would be today’s and tomorrow’s in linear order, Ave Machina
<Yellow-Starred Amethyne Motet in E Flat Minor>, Staff Writer “A sinister syndicate of crime and corruption, whose deeply-buried tentacles cast a grim shadow across the Associated Worlds.” – Mach Journalist-I’qar, Vonikar Times My Voniensan colleague’s taste for assorted alliteration and colorful metaphors aside, it must be admitted
I saw this the other day, quoted on Diane Duane’s tumblr: You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist
Wolfhound Emancipations, ICC, to Brelyne Athanath-ith-Riatha, greetings. Citizen-Shareholder Athanath-ith-Riatha, Thank you for your interest in the travel insurance and protection services we provide. Here at Wolfhound, we can provide you with the standard medical, tort, and repatriation coverage you expect as a matter of course from your travel coverage provider,
Autodoc: The primary source of medical treatment in advanced civilizations – in the Empire, for example, there’s one in every decent-sized home in a little room off the bathroom, just for regular tune-ups – reserving sophont medical personnel for the intellectually challenging problems. Hospitals, too, are supported by a plethora of
So, I’m still relatively new at this writing-for-other-people lark, and in particular, on that part of it that goes “Show, don’t tell” – because since my original works have always begun with the worldbuilding aspects of things, I start out with something of a predisposition to tell, belike.  Granted,
Thunimidár, As requested, I collected the package from the courier at Jerrad’s party. No problems – the usual watchers were there, but there were no signs that anyone suspected an op in progress. And with the transfer spread out over two dances and three conversations out of dozens, the statistical
Aura Vision: If you’re seeing glowing haloes around anyone, it’s either a bold fashion statement (firefly swarmwear, anyone?), or implemented through Augmented Reality, as above – in which case, the shiny could mean anything you coded it to mean, but probably reflects their reputation network data in color (type)
Based off a comment here, some quick definitions for you as they’re used in the Eldraeverse: (Note, of course, that I’m using a considerable amount of Minovsky cognitive science here; your mileage may vary if you try and apply any of it elsewhere.) sentience: the property of having
Augmented Reality: Ubiquitous, to the point of being built into everyone’s brain. Includes mediated reality, in which physical-world objects are adjusted before the brain gets to sense them; mingled reality, in which a virtual realm and a physical room coexist as the same space, and physical and virtual objects
The Spaceflight Initiative Flight Center was built at the far western edge of the Bright Desert where the mountains come down to meet it, next to the hundreds of square miles set aside as the Orbital Launch Reservation. The Center itself perches on land cut out of the edge of
Mecha Mooks: Oh, indeed. These are the actual AI fighting robots (“autonomous mechagrunts”) which occupy the spot in the military food chain between the Attack Drones and the actual people in the command chain. They also do the majority of the fighting, the eldrae with their long lives and slow