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(Alternate words: googolplex, goods, grill.) The two free traders at the back table in Katry’s Bubble considered each other over untouched drinks. A 70/30 shot slowly warmed to room temperature; a glass of finelle kept its chill, as its fumes ran across the tabletop in a thin haze.
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Sorry, no G on schedule today, due to great, squandrin’, orgulous, hours-long headache. Will do tomorrow at best speed.
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Fan of the Past: Very often completely justified in the Eldraeverse, where the odds are pretty decent that the chap saying “Man, this is just like crossing the Alps Makerforges with a thousand elephants” was there. With a shovel.
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(Alternate words: Firefly, Fan, Fanboy, Fantasy, and Failure. Added to the list.) “3. Information must be preserved.” – the Five Noble Precepts, modern formulation Deep Repository Site Mocál spun on through the darkness between star systems. Mocál was a sub-Murian wanderer moonlet, a stony body falling free in the endless dark
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Eating Optional: To an extent. Early modifications, like the chloromorph/dryad clade, merely need to eat less due to their ability to gain energy through photosynthesis, but something close to the complete trope is possible. Just not terribly convenient, as by the time you’ve crammed an entire closed-ecology life-support
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(Alternate words: Espresso, Effect, Ecumenopolis, Eldritch, Evidence, and Ending. Added to the list.) The shuttle hangs barely a hundred yards away to my retrograde, cargo airlock still agape; the pilot’s nerves must surely be worn to shreds with the delay in this atmosphere-scraping orbit, even more than mine. Time
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Drink Order: It’s always hard to give solid answers when it comes to these things, but maybe we can have some generalities. The most common (non-alcoholic) drink on Eliéra is esklav, from the bean of Esklavea sendaren, a shrub with no exact Terran analog. It’s close to coffee
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(Alternate words: Devil, Delta, Defiled, and Dalliance, all of which have been placed on the later-consideration list. Also “Drink Order”, which will be today’s trope-a-day.) Calencail 14th Summer breakfast parlor With all respect to my illustrious cousin, the most frustrating aspect of the translocation problem is having an answer
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Crush. Kill. Destroy!: Oh, come now. Being constructed by a literate and, dare I say it, sesquipedalian people, Imperial deathbots don’t just wander about yelling “Crush! Kill! Destroy!”, or even “Exterminate!”. Why would they, when they could just as easily be programmed to deliver positive, uplifting messages, like: EMBRACE
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(Alternate words: Citadel and Computronium, both of which have been added to the later-consideration list.) Clothes define the sophont, the sages say. That the sages are indubitably correct on this point is, however, a distinct trial to those of us addressing a crisis, and so finding ourselves dashing aboard the
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(I thought I’d do my trope-a-day to match the Blogging from A to Z letters, too, if you’re wondering. That way everyone gets double the pleasure, double the fun… or at least double the posts.) Belly Buttonless: Averted. Of course clones have them. How did you think they
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(Alternate words: Beefcake. …well, okay. I said to myself that I would keep all the alternate words that I don’t use first time through for potential later use, but with the best will in the world, I don’t think I can do anything with that one. Sorry, o