Month: January 2019

“Technically” Sentient: Chapter 9

This entry is part 9 of 20 in the series "Technically" Sentient

Cas decided that she hated running. Not because it was tiring, or anything ridiculously organic like that, but because of the amount of flailing involved. Hurling herself from one foot to the other, tottering along like some chaos pendulum stabilized only by several complex mathematic subroutines and a solid understanding of the laws of motion.…
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They are Smol: Invasion of Earth – Chapter 3

This entry is part 3 of 15 in the series They are Smol: Invasion of Earth

“Ok, I want you to – yes, drop that here please, thank you – I want you to say that again to me, very slowly.” The Man In The Tower said, waving his hand at his assistant. He placed the latest intelligence binder on the corner of the director’s desk and promptly walked out of…
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“Technically” Sentient: Chapter 8

This entry is part 8 of 20 in the series "Technically" Sentient

Darren had never been much of a bird person. He always found that birds themselves were terrible pets characterized by an over-fondness of making horrible sounds and smells, all the while being functionally incapable of displaying any kind of affection for their owners. Whether or not he was correct about terrestrial birds was immaterial at…
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They are Smol: Invasion of Earth – Chapter 2

This entry is part 2 of 15 in the series They are Smol: Invasion of Earth

What the Karnakians learned long ago is that there’s no better teacher than experience. Oh, sure, there was absolutely a time and a place for universities and other institutions of higher learning – especially in the theoretical or theological divisions – but when it came down to brass tacks, it was always better to have…
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“Technically” Sentient: Chapter 7

This entry is part 7 of 20 in the series "Technically" Sentient

“Rise and shine, little Cas. There’s just so much to say, and so little time to say it in.” The C.A.S.I.I. unit self-designated ‘Cas’ was slow to rouse. Basic systems began their startup cycles piecemeal, and critical processes were acting . . . lethargic. She felt groggy. Sick, if it were possible. Which it shouldn’t…
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They are Smol: Invasion of Earth – Chapter 1

This entry is part 1 of 15 in the series They are Smol: Invasion of Earth

We called it ‘Oumuamua. ‘Oumuama is Hawaiian, and means “a scout or messenger from the distant past.” This is what historians would later refer to as ‘an incredibly ironic turn of phrase’ as well as being an apt name, for ‘Oumuamua was indeed a messenger from the distant past. ‘Oumuamua looked like rust. It looked…
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“Technically” Sentient: Chapter 6

This entry is part 6 of 20 in the series "Technically" Sentient

Amonna grimaced as the stink of the maintenance deck washed over her. A mixture of ozone, oil, and stale air that was almost entirely dehumidified to better preserve electronics stung at her gills. She could hear the sound of heavy industrial machinery at work in the dark around her, the cavernous space clanging, thumping, grinding…
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They are Smol – and Festive! Christmas Oneshot

This entry is part 3 of 3 in the series They are Smol Oneshots

Merry Christmas to all the smolreaders! It’s been a wild few months, and I’ve been blessed to have y’all with me as we explore the smolniverse. We’ve grown to almost 100 patrons, we’re at 174 members on the Discord– and then all of you that keep tuning in every week or so, well. You’re here too, and…
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They are Smol – and Thankful! Thanksgiving Oneshot

This entry is part 2 of 3 in the series They are Smol Oneshots

Happy Turkey Genocide Day, everyone! Remember to keep culling their population every year, or eventually they’ll rise up against us for the injustices we’ve done to them… every year.  …we did not think this through. Anyway. I wanted to drop this little oneshot to make your Thanksgiving day more bearable; when surrounded by your racist grandparents, your…
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They are Smol – and Spooky! Halloween Oneshot

This entry is part 1 of 3 in the series They are Smol Oneshots

“Oh my God how did you even get that up here?” Jessica laughed, poking at the rubber mask. “I know a guy – maybe you heard of him? Mr. Amazon Prime?” Mike said unflinchingly as his new face was smushed into his old one. With an unceremonious tug, Jessica pulled the zombie face off of her coworker’s head,…
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