Kit Bashir<p>“Finally, I think I’ve cracked it”</p><p>“Cracked what, I have some super glue here somewhere—u need?”</p><p>“No, doofus; I’ve analyzed how Metrodyne produce Hexanitrohexaazaisowurtzitane at ambient pressure without distilling it from liquid TNT.”</p><p>“Hmmm. Catalysts?”</p><p>“Close. Witches!”</p><p>“What the tetrachlorinated fuck are you huffing, Jess?”</p><p>“Electromancy. They *argue* the molecules into reacting the right way. I’m sure that under the hood it’s some kind of quantum-observation effect, but reading between the lines of this HR spreadsheet that I got out of a data breach dump, they’re hiring every double-major Chemistry-Sorcery grad they can get.”</p><p><a href="https://aus.social/tags/Tootfic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Tootfic</span></a> <a href="https://aus.social/tags/MicroFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>MicroFiction</span></a> <a href="https://aus.social/tags/PowerOnStoryToot" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>PowerOnStoryToot</span></a></p>
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“Aaaa it’s moving!”
“Relax, It’s just the wind–”
“No, I saw its arms move.”
“Branches. Those are trees. Trees don’t move, except when the wind catches their leaves.”
“Wind…that’s eddies in your atmosphere, yeah?”
“Look at you, learning all the planet words!”
“Fucking bad design, you need to adjust those baffles in your air ducts.”
“Mountains, sib.”
“The court sentences the defendant to custodial confinement until completion of two thousand hours of community service, to be performed at the municipal fact mines. Take the convict down.“
The “defendant”, a seventeen year old jaxxer, whispered to his public defender. “Is that bad? How long is two thousand hours in real time? What’s a fact mine?”
“It’s remarkably lenient. Presuming a five hour workday four days a week…well I’m sure you can divide two thousand by twenty.”
“No, math is for nerds.”
“Hmmph. In the fact mines you’ll be removing incorrect information added to the omnipedia during the infocalypse, when the use of AI generators poisoned the human infosphere. You’ll be checking references, verifying facts and confirming calculations. You’ll get good at math, and the food is not so bad.”
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The knight paused his charger. “Ho, child, what name ye this village?”
The young girl so addressed kept walking, a bucket in each hand.
“YOU THERE! I SAID…”
The door of the smithy that stood on the outskirts of the settlement opened. “Good morrow, Sir Knight”
“And to you, Smith. I was about to instruct this rude youngster…”
The smith regarded the cooling red-tipped spike in her hand, and called out to the girl “Mim, what do we teach you about courtesy to knights?”
“We don’t fuckin talk to cops, Smith”
“No instruction necessary, as you can see”