Short Stories

 

Or, Wednesday morning in the land of the living dead.

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PEXdrive was a pretty weak game by today’s standards, consisting of up to ten or so players racing various vehicles along a course in a primitive polygon landscape. There were stunt bikes, ferraris, cop cars, a rocket car, even a (totally impossible to control) UFO.

 

“Good morning, sailor.” The stranger smiled amicably as he tugged at the straps holding the boat pilot’s life vest in place. All around the small, pitching boat, the black walls of uncounted warships’ steel hulls swayed in rough seas, intermittently silhouetted against the thundering flashes of heavy guns.  In the predawn darkness, seventy-five thousand heavily [...]

 

I don’t know how it started, and I still have no idea what it is.  But I’m in the shit as we speak, and that’s all that matters.  I’ll worry about what the hell is going on once I’ve figured out how to get myself out of trouble, if that’s even a realistic option.

 

He was a dissatisfied man.  Not unhappy with anything in particular, mind you, just possessed of a general sort of malaise that strikes even the best of us on the best of days.  The kind of unease for which countless pharmaceutical companies have tried to market unnumbered chemical cures.  Cures that would numb, even out [...]

May 062010
 

Henry is angry.

 

I just start these things whenever I get ideas; they don’t necessarily go anywhere.  Putting up even partial drafts is a good way to make sure you get stuff done, any stuff.  For more on that, have a look at the Cult of Done Manifesto.  Then have a look at this guy’s assertion why the [...]

 

The idea first came up during a DARPA brainstorming session a few years ago.  Someone in the brass asked a bunch of junior engineers in the High Mobility Infantry Soldier program to come up with a lightweight, all-terrain counterpart to the robot challenge that had been monopolizing all the press as of late.  Dozens of [...]

 

“Hey, Roy?  Roy!  Yo, Roy!”

 

The Alamut Corporation has existed in its current form for close to two centuries.  Its structure a closely guarded secret, its management and board of directors unknown to the public, its operations shrouded in mystery.  Even its legal status is nebulous, protected from scrutiny by an ever-shifting whirlwind of legal maneuvers embedded in Alamut’s culture.  [...]

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