Friday, 24 June 2016

The Most Important Measurement

There should have been an alarm, a siren, something, anything.

Of course, to do that, you’d have to be able to measure the entire population at once, keep tabs on everyone, and then work out how to accurately gauge their moods, which would probably go south in most cases given the new monitoring.

But with some hard work and with the passage of time, coupled with all the new measuring technology they didn’t have back then, I can pinpoint, to the moment, when cynicism finally toppled optimism in the country, when one beat the other.

And it’s surprisingly early, actually…

Thursday, 23 June 2016

Schrödinger's Cat

You know Schrödinger's cat, right?

The thought experiment wherein you put a cat, a poison and a radioactive substance in the box, along with a sensor, and if the substance decays, the bottle is smashed and the cat dies. But because of the rules of quantum mechanics, the cat is both alive and dead until the situation is observed, at which point the situation resolves itself.

Now, the issue here, is that it never works in practice, as scientists have tried, but it always just leads to one cat in one state.

Because really, after all, the cat’s observing itself…

Wednesday, 22 June 2016

Your Home On Drugs

We got a tip off that the local weed distribution ring had its HQ in the basement of an otherwise normal house.

I guess they got a tip off about the tip off, because when we got there to have a look, the basement looked deserted, spiderwebs the only decorations. My partner was sure going in it was a wild goose chase, that someone was playing a mean joke on the little old lady who lived there.

But given how odd the spiderwebs looked, all full of holes, I brought the little old lady in for questioning.

She broke quickly.

Tuesday, 21 June 2016

Life Story In Ink

The tiny heart way down my calf was my seventeenth birthday present to myself, I mean eighteenth, of course…

The name on my shoulder was the love on my life.

The wings across my lower back were his idea, but they’re pretty.

The rose covered his name.

The bible quote on my forearm was important to me, I had to get that, money issues be damned, because I needed that focus, that reminder in my life.

The five dots on my hand were forced on me when I went in for trying to run off on paying for the quote…

Monday, 20 June 2016

Exponential Journey

Each country involved in the generational ship initiative didn’t communicate beyond a nuts and bolts level. So while everything on the ship worked, it was a bit of a mishmash in terms of the planning, but since all the humans were in stasis, it shouldn’t have mattered.

But this lack of communication meant that the A.I. didn’t have sanity guards to prevent it going mad, and that it could control the robot, which could build another robot from scratch in 75 years. The trip went for 200 years.

Thus, the exponential wave of robots that swept out the other side…

Sunday, 19 June 2016

Papermore Office

I started controlling my breathing as I got off on the fifth floor, as I couldn’t afford to blow up at her the moment I went into her office. I took one last moment to collect myself before I knocked and opened her door.

“Bob! What can I do for you today?”

I took a long breath.

“Got an emergency meeting in a few minutes. I need the Rodriguez file, and-“

She let out a small scream then covered her mouth. I couldn’t help but look around at the piles and piles of random papers that filled most of the room.

“Gimme a sec!”

She ran up to me and practically pushed me out the door. As soon as the door closed, I heard crashes and bangs of piles of paper being tossed around.

After five minutes, the door opened a crack and the file was held out. She tried to speak, but all she could manage was heavy breathing. I took the file.

“… And the Harding account.”

Her eyes widened.

“I’ll bring it up to you!”

I worked on explanations on my way to the conference room.

Still don’t know how she managed to find it in time…

Saturday, 18 June 2016


Every town had a couple rulers. The guy who is elected to run the joint by ‘the people’, the guy who runs the joint because he owns most of it, and the guy who actually runs the joint because he’s in charge of the criminals. Often, two of all three of these are the same guy.

But this town had two men who could claim to be the head of the underworld, and that just wouldn’t do. Don Carrino was about to end this problem when some random thug did it for him.

Sometimes a pawn can take a king…