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Ab Urbe Condita: The definition of the Empire’s Harmonious Calendar is this, counting from the founding – or, rather, counting from the winter solstice [1] that immediately preceded the founding (which was in the mid-to-late spring) in order that the start of the calendar year should be in a sensible
Darkness Within
I frown at the vibration – almost a mechanical scream – of the reaction gyros against my back, then dismiss the thought. For certain, they are out of balance: holding this much mass on true means overdriving them, even if they haven’t been damaged by the collision. Nothing can be done;
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Absurdly Sharp Claws: …yes, of course someone applied mollyblade technology to a set of dar-bandal fighting claws. Notwithstanding that under most circumstances having claws that can slice happily through armor-plate is the very definition of Awesome But Impractical.
League of Meridian
(As usual, a snippet that doesn’t have anywhere to fit.) “The League’s democracy is an excellent and reliable example of its class; indeed, it is as close to the theoretic optimal case for a generative engine of political compromise as anything I’ve seen.” “So the problem is…
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Absurdly Sharp Blade/Sharpened to a Single Atom: Mollyblades. With a single-layer graphene sub-nanometer edge with a perpetual resharpening system (proprietary – and very necessary, since an edge that fine will be blunted by damn near anything, including gases), if it is made of baryonic matter, it will be cut. Slash
Hornéd Moon-class starfighter
(Note: for the avoidance of confusion, this is not the same starfighter class as Raymond McVay has been posting over on the G+ fan community; so don’t be confused by the differences…) “It looks like a blueberry croissant.” “Blueberry croissant… of DEATH!” – overheard at Golden Groves (Principalities) starport HORNÉD
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Before we begin, some EXCITING NEWS. Maybe, actually, not that exciting, but this is the very last trope-a-day in the initial set! Woo! We’re done! Well, okay. We’re not done. We now go back to A and start a second pass through to capture a whole passel that
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You Rebel Scum!: Absolutely, if you’re caught in the act of doing something rebel-y or scummy, or somewhat more accurately for the setting, Default-y, slaverish or slavish, parasitic, dullist, base, or entropic. You don’t have to be an authoritarian regime to enjoy a nice self-righteous epithet, after all.
worldbuilding
Eric Manwill asks: I’ve really enjoyed reading (and re-reading) both Vignettes of the Star Empire and The Core War. I did end up wondering about something, though. In most cases, when the Empire and/or its citizen-shareholders faced down an enemy, they did so from a position of obvious
meta
So anyway. This is from the being-even-weirder-than-usual department – at least for those of you outside the group of my readers who are also My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic fans, a group which to my awareness numbers one. Maybe two. Because, see, if you follow me on Goodreads, or at
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You Gotta Have Blue Hair: Not all the uses of genetic engineering – or other technologies, including that shampoo that turns regular hair into a fully-functional LCD display surface for a week or two – are for even vaguely utilitarian purposes. Enough said. (As a side note, the silvertouched – see Our Dwarves
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