A new HOA code says you need integrated smart systems in your home so you come home to your wife testing them out after installation. You marvel at the vacuum robots and the smart fridge and she assures you that it's an improvement even though it was an upgrade that was forced on you. Things are fine but you notice your wife takes off the controls less, using the house's features more adeptly as though they were parts of her own body. She interacts with you without bothering to come into the same room using the cameras and arms of the room you’re in.
You go to a neighbor's house who's had it longer and he interacts purely with the house, his wife never coming down from her office to meet the guest or eat her portion of dinner but instead expressing herself through the smart features, having her food brought up to her. Heading home you confide to your wife that you're worried the neighbor has become a bit of a shut-in thanks to all these features but she reassures you that won't
A long time ago, back before there were cars or TV or electricity lived a little girl in a land far across the sea. She was the daughter of a minor noble family and as was common for the time, she had been arranged from birth to marry another noble. You see, back then being relatives was safer than anything else to make friends and allies so who you were married to was very important to your family. And because little girls would never become important nobles themselves, their biggest job of their lives was to be married to one. Now you would say that this was very sad, but that was the way things were back then.
So the little girl was sen...
My son ran up as my brother set down his bags. "Good to see you, little rapscallion! How've you been?" Tyler held up a plastic nerf pistol. "I got a new gun! I've been shooting bad guys with it! Pechewboosh!" He pulled the trigger at a lamp but his darts were all still locked up after he had managed to land one in a pan I was cooking in last week. "That's great! I know how much you like to play with this kind of stuff so I brought along a present for you to try out." He unzipped one of the duffel bags and dug around a little. I sighed, "Oh James, not another nerf gun... He already has five, he doesn't need one more." He straighten up a l...
Death of the Apothecary-Smith by Vortsukoto, literature
Literature
Death of the Apothecary-Smith
Journal Entry:2-15-6853 Elvish ReckoningToday is a day of mourning as our Apothecary-Smith is suspected to have died today in his dwelling and workshop.As previously mentioned, his condition had been worsening for several months following his incident with the artificial fang. While his outpourings of ideas have proved invaluable in the construction and design of the aerial craft, the terrifyingly alien nature of many of the designs as well as the man’s eccentricities have both taken on a new fervor in recent weeks. Hardy any day could pass without the smell of fresh rain pouring forth from his shop or strange lights to flicker within it. ...
A new HOA code says you need integrated smart systems in your home so you come home to your wife testing them out after installation. You marvel at the vacuum robots and the smart fridge and she assures you that it's an improvement even though it was an upgrade that was forced on you. Things are fine but you notice your wife takes off the controls less, using the house's features more adeptly as though they were parts of her own body. She interacts with you without bothering to come into the same room using the cameras and arms of the room you’re in.
You go to a neighbor's house who's had it longer and he interacts purely with the house, his wife never coming down from her office to meet the guest or eat her portion of dinner but instead expressing herself through the smart features, having her food brought up to her. Heading home you confide to your wife that you're worried the neighbor has become a bit of a shut-in thanks to all these features but she reassures you that won't
A long time ago, back before there were cars or TV or electricity lived a little girl in a land far across the sea. She was the daughter of a minor noble family and as was common for the time, she had been arranged from birth to marry another noble. You see, back then being relatives was safer than anything else to make friends and allies so who you were married to was very important to your family. And because little girls would never become important nobles themselves, their biggest job of their lives was to be married to one. Now you would say that this was very sad, but that was the way things were back then.
So the little girl was sen...
My son ran up as my brother set down his bags. "Good to see you, little rapscallion! How've you been?" Tyler held up a plastic nerf pistol. "I got a new gun! I've been shooting bad guys with it! Pechewboosh!" He pulled the trigger at a lamp but his darts were all still locked up after he had managed to land one in a pan I was cooking in last week. "That's great! I know how much you like to play with this kind of stuff so I brought along a present for you to try out." He unzipped one of the duffel bags and dug around a little. I sighed, "Oh James, not another nerf gun... He already has five, he doesn't need one more." He straighten up a l...
Death of the Apothecary-Smith by Vortsukoto, literature
Literature
Death of the Apothecary-Smith
Journal Entry:2-15-6853 Elvish ReckoningToday is a day of mourning as our Apothecary-Smith is suspected to have died today in his dwelling and workshop.As previously mentioned, his condition had been worsening for several months following his incident with the artificial fang. While his outpourings of ideas have proved invaluable in the construction and design of the aerial craft, the terrifyingly alien nature of many of the designs as well as the man’s eccentricities have both taken on a new fervor in recent weeks. Hardy any day could pass without the smell of fresh rain pouring forth from his shop or strange lights to flicker within it. ...