Moving Forward

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  "Grandmother, tell me a story!" The winter sun sunk beneath the horizon as the ship approached. The village was cold for that time of year, and several fires burned although the night was not yet full. Soldiers and townfolk lounged alike, casting dice together while others ate and drank the chill away from their bones. The army had occupied this territory for nearly two years, and the enmity between the villagers and the soliders had mostly evaporated this far from the capitol. The troops had grown comfortable and soft; this was why they died so quickly. Her ship was silent and grey, difficult to make out against the coastline. The only sound before the attack was the screaming of a banshee in the wind. "Now, for Lanka and my Lord!"  Armored figures poured from the boat; the attack was over in minutes. Soldiers half-drunk and freezing were chopped down by angry, screaming women swarming across the town. The women returned to the boat. The children and the elderly

 The technical nomenclature of tenses is something I've never honestly learned words for, beyond past, present and future. These are concepts we use every day without even realizing (some of us, at least), which is kind of impressive. I doubt I'll make mastering each of these a high priority anytime soon, but should I choose to indulge my occasional sci-fi story idea urges, learning proper grammatical terminology for these concepts would not be a bad thing. It's easier to analyze something when you have the vocabulary to describe it, even if the concepts themselves are familiar. Conlangs! What a cool word, and one I've never encountered before. I know a lot of people laugh at the idea of learning how to speak in Klingon, or Elvish, but realistically these are more alive today in terms of spoken frequency than a plethora of "real" languages, like the speech of Navajo code talkers or Sumerian, which will probably never be accurately depicted. I grew up with Star

 The Theft A priceless pearl necklace, belonging to the queen, is stolen by a girl monkey when the queen's attendent is not watching. The Blame A peasant flees the guards when a large search party combs the city, and his actions are interpreted as guilt. Apprehended, he chooses to accept the charge in hope that he will not be beaten or tortured, and he names the guildmaster as the plan initiator. The guildmaster in turn passes the blame along to the priest, then he to the chief musician, and finally the chief musician states that it was actually a courtesan who held the pearl necklace. The Plan Realizing that each of these prisoners are unlikely candidates, the Bodhisatta (who is the king's minister in this story) deduces that the culprit must reside within the palace and that they never left. He chooses to leave bead necklaces around the palace grounds, and each of the girl monkeys residing are carefully scrutinized. The monkeys begin to wear the beads, and the thief cannot re

  [[ Factorio  style dream, different scenario conditions]]     Coming fresh out of  hypersleep /stasis. About 30 individuals, young and emaciated from the journey. All males, dormant for the last cycle (1000 or 10000 years?) and occasionally referred to as drones. Your vehicle is a generational  ArkStarShip .     You refer to your troop as "skin buddies." The close quarters you share leave very little room for elbow space, and each of you are assigned a roommate in the living quarters once the power comes back on. " SkinBud " also means life-pod-partner, bunkmate, and "work husband."     12 Hour Shifts, every individual, every day. Sleep restrictions scaled back to 5.5  hrs  nightly, leaving approximately 6.5 leisure hours (even though there's nothing leisurely to do on this deck). One  exosuit  is shared between the two of you (as you were all cloned your physical size parameters are identical, although your eyes, hair, tattoos and tribal marks are a

  If you like television, learn how to reproduce it without compromising broadcast quality or ad-metric analysis for equitable profit sharing techniques that produce sustainability, compliance (when in reason) and intelligent design models. This is a beta function which has yet to be unlocked for older individuals, unless their cognitive placement scores can be improved. Your essay results were mixed, but your composition and placement of model behavior cannot at this time be criticized as you did not follow the instructions nor did you teach your child how to read as fast as you can.      Instead, the thrumming hum of fluorescent lights, tubes, congestions and traffic drowned out the sound of sirens screaming for you to batten down your hatches and get the fuck back to work. Unemployment is no joke, and without a universal basic income taxation without representation cannot be considered equitable nor mortgagable nor legalese.