worldbuilding
(Have a free snippet from a work in progress.) “Are you really in line for the throne?” “Oh, yes. House Vintar is neither most ancient nor particularly high, and we Vidutars are a collateral line, so I’m something like… three and a quarter billionth in line for the throne,
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Always Save The Girl / Loved I Not Honor More: Well, as a matter of principle, the Imperials prefer to Take a Third Option whenever possible, by way of giving the finger to the sort of people and/or fates and chances who like to set up this sort of Sadistic
worldbuilding
First, the note, which is regarding Fan. As I commented over on G+: So, the worst part is, I wrote this partly because it seemed like a good application of the words, and partly because it was an idea stuck in my brain that needed to be written down so
trope-a-day
(We now return to our regular trope-a-day schedule, back in the letter A.) Always on Duty: One of the distinct advantages the Imperial governance would claim it gains from its system of diarchy, with the Imperial Couple, et. al., is that properly used, it ensures that major policy decisions – especially
Friendship is Sufficiently Advanced
(Here, have another word. Or words, since I’m going to say this subsumes “fanboy”, too.) A massive object hung in space, cautiously – meaning barely – inside the orbit of Senna’s Belt, the mass of icy planetoids that marked the edge of the system. In form, it resembled a massive
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Zero-G Spot: If there’s a couple anywhere in the Empire that hasn’t, ah, joined the 100 Mile High Club, it’s because they haven’t yet finished treatment for a case of galloping cosmophobia. Sure, there were some special requirements to figure out w.r.t. anatomical docking
blogging from a to z
(Alternative words: zettahertz.) Today’s question for Dr. Science is, “What’s the biggest optical telescope in the Empire? How far can it see?” Over the years, a great many different telescopes have held that particular title: from the Great Eye at the Starspike (Eliéra’s oldest observatory, dating to
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Year Outside, Hour Inside: Thanks to relativity, truth in television for lighthugger crews, who slowly build up a hefty time differential (and cultural delta) with the parts of the universe operating on the empire-time frame. (Hint: if there’s a family member or social grouping you just can’t live
blogging from a to z
(Alternate words: none.) “What’s it like, being a Fusion?” “Our isonomial gnostic net gives us tremendous parallel processing abilities. We can multitask -” “No, sorry, that’s not what I meant. I understand the noetic architecture of mass-minds, in a textbook sense. But what does it feel like to
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The Xenophile: Well, as established in the previous post, there’s a lot of xenophilia going on, nudge-nudge-wink-wink, but as that implies, there’s also a lot of regular old xenophilia in the sense of this trope going on too, certainly by human standards. After all, that whole tribalism/xenophobia
biological determinism
(Alternate words: none. Also, for the avoidance of doubt, I’m assuming you submitted it in the spirit of my single usage of it in this trope-a-day back in 2014, rather than as the more-commonly-seen abbreviation of “Christianity”, because it’s not like there is any of the latter *there*
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Weirdness Magnet: Imperials aren’t weirdness magnets. They don’t need to be weirdness magnets. They’re industrial-scale weirdness manufacturers. (Okay, and Weirdness Magnets, because weirdness finds them comfortably familiar.)