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“Can’t. Not when I have to figure out how to use the corona discharge to propel an ionised ignition system of a starliner weighing a 100 metric tons.”

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Owl tried not to feel irritated. Edward the Bear had lost a tail or some nonsense. It was annoying, but Owl felt an obligation to help. "You need a sign, " he said, "Chris can help write it." He tried to explain more, but he could see Edward's eyes glazing over. Years of abuse had turned his brain to mush. He had probably already forgotten why he was here. #Microfiction #aiart

“What are you playing?”

“It’s the hot new game everyone’s talking about”

“What are you doing to that NPC?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“It looks like you’re out of ammo and you’re trying to smother them. It’ll take forever to kill them that way”

“I’m not trying to kill anyone!”

“Then what?”

“It’s a First Person Hugger, you should totally try it!”

At the very centre of each sunflower was a liitle black eye, like a camera lens. At first I thought they really might have been cameras. There are cameras in everything these days. But they weren’t. Just the sunflowers, taking an interest. They no longer turned to face the sun. They turned to face passing cats and pretty faces and each other. They turned to read the words on the signs and graffiti and billboards. They watched everything we did, for a week or two, and then they turned away.

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My symb Jordan and I, we’re a good team – most of the time. It’s a win-win. I take care of oxygen supply, and he delivers water and nutrients. When we’re alone, I expand to my full size, overtaking his body and making him look like a large bromeliad. We can travel through space for months, even years. Lighting a vessel is much simpler and cheaper than recycling air and water, and of course, we always have a good story to tell. That’s essential for a human-plantoid symbiosis.
The only problem occurs when it comes to mating. After a long voyage, he craves human company. I understand that and retreat into the deepest regions of his body, leaving him with just a slight greenish tint to his skin – nothing more. His partners seem to like that look, or maybe they don’t even notice. I don’t ask, and he wouldn’t tell.
But things get more complicated when it’s my turn. When I meet my kind (sometimes in a natural habitat, sometimes other symbs like me), I communicate through fragrance and spores. Sorry, but that’s how we have sex, and we like it. But afterwards, my poor symb sneezes and coughs for about two days. My mating companions often spread genetic signatures completely different from mine, and my symb’s antiallergics don’t help much. And – oh, look at this cute guy! He’s paired with an orchid-type – that one's hot! Come on, Jordan, what do you think about these two?

#microfiction
#scifi

(Dedicated to John Varley whose idea I, um, borrowed for further development...)

The archivist put the ancient copy of A #Primer of The Faith of the Air into Zenaida's hands, and she opened it carefully. The paper it was made with contained dandelion seeds and tiny, downy feathers. She turned to the catechism.

Question the First: Who are the Divinities of the Air? Answer: The Cloud, The Smoke, The Rising Vapor, The Floating Seed, The Bird.

"Is it what you were looking for?" the archivist asked.

"Yes," Zenaida replied, eyes shining. "Thank you."

For 15 years, the kingdom had been without a queen.

The king, it seemed, had never been in a mood to even search for a queen, let alone marry. Perhaps it was because he had been a bachelor his entire reign, so a change in marital status made him wary. Perhaps it was because he simply hadn’t found the right girl, despite countless female assertions to the contrary.

Or, perhaps it was because this year he was finally going to be old enough to drive.

Nystrims were a life form that parasitized electronics--or at least, so they were initially described. But soon after, scientists realized that nystrims were commensally incorporating themselves into electronic systems, including computer systems. A nystrims-enhanced work #console, for example, had all the computing power of an old-fashioned machine but could also read the mood of its user and adjust its interactions accordingly--making it everyone's favorite coworker.