Only Mostly Dead: Slightly alive. Namely, the state between corporeal death (what medical science, say today, calls “dead”), and the point at which your brain has decayed sufficiently that the very best scanning technology and interpolation can no longer reconstruct a mind-state sufficiently accurate to meet the legal definition of
GHOST WHISPERS EXPN CONFIDENTIAL / GHOST WHISPERS TRANSPARENCY RELEASE UNLESS CANCELLED ORIGIN ASTROCOORD//HADAL//SUPER-SIZE SYNTHETIC APERTURE CONTACT CONTACT CONTACT This is a GHOST WHISPER ALERT, profiled as POSSIBLE HIGH ENERGY (GWYATH 12+) CIV EMISSIONS DETECTION. Approximate originating coordinates are ρ 14.129, θ -29.163, φ 18,322 local (contralateral
One World Order: Averted. Most species have more than one government. Even the Empire, huge as it is and prone to casual memetic imperialism and absorption as it also is, has spawned splinters – not just the individual Renunciates and Renegades, but some actual other eldraeic governances created by minority factions
One Size Fits All: Not played perfectly straight, since they do require the size to be approximately correct in the first place, but a good deal of small sizing errors can generally be accommodated by the micromachines in the clothing that adjust the fit, as described under Form-Fitting Wardrobe.
Siari’s Bore Mer Dinévál Countermass Station Seranth “Excuse me, ser. Enforcer Jynne Cerron, Watch Constabulary; my colleague, Pén Cieng, Throat-Grip Defense. I’m afraid we require a word with you.” The lanect thus addressed started, and turned to look at them with an instant protest. “I haven’t done
One Riot, One Ranger: Played straight, inasmuch as there are people around in various agencies (the Constabulary’s “Specials”, ExSec, the Shadow Fleet, the Imperial Hands, the Operatives of the Presidium) with that sort of omnicompetence and air of authority. Very useful instrumentalities to have in various special circumstances. Mildly
No, this isn’t a bleg. (Well, not for money, anyway.) But just a quick note to say that if you’ve read my books, and especially if you liked ’em, I’d really appreciate it if you’d head on back over to Amazon and leave me a review.
One Product Planet: Averted, in its strict form. The realities of interstellar economics, logistics, and costs of transportation mean that it’s almost always more practical to maintain a decent-sized agricultural and manufacturing base at home, rather than import all your food and goods, for anything but the smallest of
One-Hit Kill: Your mileage will almost always vary, given the amount of variant tech out there, but a sluggun – and the S-11i Mamabear in particular (see: BFG) – will do this to most regular infantry (they are, after all, designed as anti-materiel weapons), and one in which you put antimatter-grenade slugs
Well, folks, it’s terrible sketch day again here at the Eldraeverse… So, this is my approximate representation of what exactly one of those “trimodal NTRs” I keep talking about as the engine of choice for shuttles, lighters, and suchlike planetarily-landing craft looks like in cross-section. It is anything but
Seeing as that last was pretty much a blatant Star Wars reference, I feel the urge to point out that a thermal sword is not, actually, the local lightsaber equivalent. It’s a short one of these with a hilt stuck on it. Which is to say, it’s the
The alley behind “Hirsk’s Friendly” Nepscia (Galith Waste) The body lay propped up against one of the floatway walls, the hole that was its face steaming and smoking by turns. “Sishk, did’y at least get which twelve systems before’y stuck a thermal sword through his head?” “’E