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"I saw you walk, why do you use a wheelchair?"
"You know math, why do you use Excel?"
"If I didn't, it would take all day. Oh. Okay. Sorry."
#MicroFiction #tootfic #smallstories

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This feels really familiar to me, and I'm sure whether I read a short story about this before, or if I dreamed something similar.

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"Please make sure you have correctly bound your daemons and possessions before leaving the protection circle. Thank you for flying Merlin Airways."

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There is little quite as tormenting to a static language engineer as spending a week in the "everything magically coerces to an index or an expression or a series" jello-typed world of data science environments. How anyone has the slightest confidence their code is doing what they think it is, I do not know.

"Who really rules humans?" the alien said.
The cat eyed the food bowl.
"More?" the alien said. "OK. Just tell me."
"No one," the cat purred.
#MicroFiction #tootfic #smallstories

I stare mutely into the Abyss. After a while, it stares back, frowning.
"What?"
I open my mouth.
"Oh! I'll get the Void."
I nod thanks. Wait for the Void.
Then I scream.
It takes it, smiles, and wave as I leave.
"We'll always be here for you," the Abyss calls.
I know. Thanks.
#MicroFiction #tootfic #smallstories

it's insanely cool how there are enough vacant properties to house every homeless person in the US four times over and we're still defending exorbitant rent

almost -- Almost!! -- as if this whole capitalism thing is a fucking sham

"Physicists create Star Wars-style 3D projections — just don’t call them holograms"

nature.com/articles/d41586-018

Yeah. I'm still calling them holograms. I'm usually weary of these types of breathy stories, but I'm cautiously optimistic on this one. The tech really does seem pretty cool and it doesn't require an elaborate base

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In Hell, time does not pass in a way that can be measured in days or years. But it took 42579 strikes with the wooden sword before the Devil gave up and released the old woman.
3/3

"I found the scrap of soul you have in you, I stole a breath from... never mind. She sold her soul to bring you alive, and keep you safe."
"Safe?"
"She struck a hard bargain. You are immensely strong, immortal, invulnerable," the Devil laughed again, "and you'll live forever knowing she is- Ow!"
The teddy bear hit him again.
"Stop! What are you doing?"
The teddy bear grinned. "I have an eternity to hit you."
2/3

The Devil looked down. A small teddybear with a wooden sword was hitting his leg.
"What do you want?"
The teddy bear pointed at an old woman's soul, toiling in the fires. "I want my friend back."
"You're welcome to join her."
"You took her soul."
The Devil shook his head. "She sold it."
"For what?"
"Oh?" The Devil laughed. "She didn't tell you?"
"What?" The teddy bear raised his sword. "Tell me what?"
1/3

psst

hey

uh, you may want to look forward to tomorrow's nightly rustdoc

it's got the goods

#rustlang