The Empire does have some Drill Tanks (or subterrenes, rather – technical term), giant plasma-belching nuclear-powered monsters which carve their way through rock, cleaning up the waste as they go and leaving steaming glass-lined tunnels behind them, and keeping up a pretty decent clip while they’re doing it, too. They’
As another note, this blog is also now available through the Kindle, for those who would prefer to subscribe that way. You can find it on Amazon, here. Of course, it’s $0.99 per month rather than free if you subscribe there, but in exchange, you gain more convenient
Iron gates clash, flung wide. Horns ring with brassy blare. The legions of Azikhan march. Light gleams from fire-wrought blades. Gray and gold the banners blaze. The legions of Azikhan march. The drums of war beat wildly. Ten-thousand treads shake the earth. The legions of Azikhan march. The ice-wind’s
The manuscript is still in final editing, but just to whet y’all’s appetite, here’s what the cover page’s going to look like:
“If you’d ever been in a ship with no power, you wouldn’t ask that question. Reactor quenched, mains down, auxiliaries down, accumulator backups down. Out in the black without the life support systems running, it’s blacker in there than Lumenna’s own hell. No lights, no sun,
A question asked on the conculture mailing list: How do our various cultures — especially the non-human ones, and also especially the non-terran ones — view this Problem of Evil? Or do they even recognise it as a principle? Or do they see Good as the Problem…? Also, is Evil a “real
In other news, I’m spending some time this week polishing a manuscript containing close to 45,000 words of my short fictions and metafictions, mostly from here but also some other stuff, for actual e-book publication. Exciting!
Dream Weaver: Not actual dreams – well, not usually, although specially tuned slinky equipment can be used for lucid dreaming – but the title “dreamweaver” is used for composers of slinkies and virtual novels. Also, the oneiri of the Transcend, which subroutines organize the dreamscapes where the collective hyperconsciousness dreams the dreams
Dreaming of Things to Come: The Transcend often communicates this way, by way of passing along a more or less subtle hint that will be absorbed thoroughly by the recipient. It’s also relatively subtle, and the Transcend likes subtle. Usually.
The Dreaded: Various in history, but most prominent in recent years is Admiral Caliéne Sargas “the Worldburner”, for actually pulling the trigger on the Worlds’ single use of a strangelet bomb in the Burning of Litash, and the ensuing multi-megadeaths. (Somewhat unfairly, since the Stellar Council and the Lords of
Galch (Vanguard Reaches) a.k.a. K-11/54 (Vonis 36) [DISPUTED] Demilitarized Border Zone “Unknown ship, we have you on our screens. Identify. Over.” “Republic vessel at 220 asc 14, nineteen-point-three light-minutes, confirm identity. Over.” “Imperial vessel, this is our space. We say again, identify. Over.” “Republic vessel of approximate
Dramatic Gun Cock: Modern personal weapons don’t actually need cocking (just flip the arming switch to Unsafe, and you’re done, to the accompaniment of no more than a little electrical hum or capacitor-charging whine). On the other hand, since they fold up very nicely into a more convenient