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I feel like something happened.

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i think the first machineries of empire book is the first time I've seen a hypnotic pattern induction be a critical plot point

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This show is so good man

What purpose did that serve

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also this has nothing to do with the book itself and everything to do with me but I cannot imagine the protagonist as looking like anything other than the protagonist of Ghost Trick, despite having literally no indication that they look similar besides "dude"

I’m taking a brief interlude from the big meaty books like New Sun to read The Quantum Thief. I like that they got a quote from Charles Stross for the dust jacket where he goes, damn, [Rajaniemi] is better at this stuff than I am. Which is funny and self-aware of him, and also correct: this book is more Stross than Stross.

Light but fun, recommended if you want “Arsene Lupin versus Sherlock Holmes IN SPACE”.

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anyway if anyone has any gunpla starter tips for the physical assembly that would be appreciated, I bought the dspiae departure kit so I have a good selection of tools (except panel liner, need ink for that) and my plan is to just follow instructions, but there's always tekhne to this stuff

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yeah echoing the rec; the opening scene is breaking Cyber-Lupin out of a simulation called the Dilemma Prison, if you want an idea of the kind of book it is

I’m taking a brief interlude from the big meaty books like New Sun to read The Quantum Thief. I like that they got a quote from Charles Stross for the dust jacket where he goes, damn, [Rajaniemi] is better at this stuff than I am. Which is funny and self-aware of him, and also correct: this book is more Stross than Stross.

Light but fun, recommended if you want “Arsene Lupin versus Sherlock Holmes IN SPACE”.

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i’m le.arning so many rules toda📝y

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Tip: Hold Doll to refill your Mood Meter (and make it feel useful).

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i have obtained:

dolls

a sticker asserting that I have never assembled a figure of man

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I WILL ALSO JOIN

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when people reference this they often leave out the really good typo of “kind” as “king” which is sad because it is ESSENTIAL to my enjoyment of this terrible picture

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Hey, that's a pretty cool robotgirl you drew there. Now draw her without synth skin

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I am so, so sure that my cousin meant to type something else, but I'm going to cry. Welcome to my bathroom themed bathroom... Pictures of other people's bathrooms on the walls... Little bathtub figurines on the sink... Soap dispenser shaped like a toilet... Life could be a dream... in my bathroom themed bathroom...

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The Reduction

George’s coworker begins sending memos wherein every number is accompanied by some parenthetical factoid or statistic. He finds it unusual but informative, and feels as though the references give him a better understanding of the figures involved. Soon, other memos from other coworkers appear with similar definitions, not just for numbers but for words. Eventually, every memo reads like a postmodernist list of encyclopedic associations, and he can’t even discern what the original intents of any of the messages actually are.

Kramer is baffled to find that eggs no longer come in dozens [from the old form of the French word douzaine, meaning “a group of twelve”], but in elevens instead, in strange, trapezoidal [from Greek τραπέζιον (trapézion), literally “a little table”] cartons with staggered rows. He asks one of the store’s employees about it, but they claim that eggs have only ever come in elevens [the 5th smallest prime number]. As he progresses through the store, he finds that other items seem to come in groups of one fewer than expected: five-packs of beer, seven-packs of hot dog buns, nine-packs of hot dogs, three-packs of toilet paper rolls. Alarmed, he drops his eggs and runs out of the store, only to find that it seems later in the day than expected. He checks his watch, but there are only eleven hours on the dial. “But that doesn’t make sense,” he mutters. “That's two less hours in the day!” His realization seems to set off a chain reaction, as groupings of like items begin decreasing before his very eyes. Windows disappear from buildings. Parking meters become rapidly less expensive. Branches disappear from trees. He looks down at his hands to find two fingers and a thumb [from Proto-Indo-European tum, meaning “swelling”, a primary characteristic among primates] on each one. Horrified, he runs as fast as he can to Jerry’s.

A handful of people follow Jerry home from a show. He tries to shake them, ducking into alleyways and shopping centers, but instead of losing them, others seem to join in the pursuit. Eventually he finds himself followed by three thousand people [≈ population of Falkland Islands, nation].

Kramer arrives, stumbling, and grabs Jerry by the collar as best as he can with the sole fingers remaining on each of his hands. "Thank God I found you, Jerry!“ he wails, struggling to speak clearly with only one tooth left in his mouth.

“Thank God I found you,” says Jerry. He turns to gesture at the crowd of people trailing behind him, but there is now only one man left from the original group, standing on the only street left in Manhattan [originally settled in the year 1, it is the only borough of New York City, with a population of 2]. Jerry and Kramer enter the only building, through its only door, and go into the only apartment inside, where they share the only bed. “Goodnight,” sputters Kramer to himself as he shuts off the only light left in the world with his lone remaining arm [the only limb on the human body].

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sockpuppets used to be believable

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