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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.
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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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You Can’t Go Home Again: A consequence of lighthugger travel and the ensuing time dilation for ephemerals; or people from ephemeral societies, rather, since it’s the high cultural delta of the society you left that causes the problem. Also, more rarely, what happens to people left off-world at
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You Cannot Grasp The True Form: Averted in the general case, mostly because the things of which You Cannot Grasp The True Form are also things of which you cannot sense the true form either. The process of grafting the senses you need into your brain obviously includes the grafting
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Would Hit A Girl: Played straight in the Empire, since they never invented that particular double standard in the first place (of course, by their regular social standards, it’s not acceptable to hit anybody outwith special circumstances mostly involving rights violations, which may also explain why it’s universally
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Worthy Opponent: Played straight quite often by the old guard of the Imperial Navy and Imperial Legions, who are known for feeling respect in the presence and nostalgia in the absence of their fellow professionals on the other side, who know how to fight honorably, in accordance with the Laws
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Worthless Yellow Rocks: Oh, yeah. Starting with gold itself, whose rarity went the way of the dodo shortly after asteroid mining was developed, and whose price is of a similar order to Earth’s prices for iron, if not actually less. (Which is to say, if it didn’t wear
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The Worm That Walks: There are a number of cybershells which are made up of microbot or even nanobot foglets, all of which would qualify, here. So, too, would some made up of somewhat larger modular components. (Also embatil, of course, who are a collegiate intelligence made up of multiple
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World Building: You’ve been reading this blog, right?
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The White Prince/Sheltered Aristocrat: See also Rich in Dollars, Poor in Sense for the purely financial aspects of this (post-scarcity vs. poverty), but this also applies across the Associated Worlds and their Decade Dissonance, and in general… well, let’s just say that the most developed civilizations are more
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Which Me?: Averted. Since forking is common, Eldraeic has long since adopted proper naming and pronoun conventions to distinguish I-prime from me-secundus and me-tertius, and even me-tertius-beta.