Friday, February 19, 2010


Jackson is horny again. Sometimes it pisses him off. How much time and money has he wasted getting laid when he could be pursuing more interesting pastimes? He muses that self determination is just an illusion. We may think we control our destinies, but aren't we really just puppets controlled by one hormone or another?

Miles away a meeting is being held.

"Mr. President," says the Secretary of Defense, "public support of your war initiative is slipping. This order will increase the dose of HHX-314b in the water supply by .002 ppm."

With a nod the President signs the document.

Saturday, February 13, 2010


Identification of the absorption patterns of nanites made it much easier to locate planets that had intelligent life.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Revenge of the Nerd

Poindexter had a unique perspective on the end of the world. He knew when it would happen. Not exactly, of course. The distribution would be somewhat random. But knowing the rate of growth along with the initialization time made the rest easy to calculate.

It still stung when he thought of the humiliation he had suffered. He had taken weeks to work up the courage to ask Sally for a date. She had actually laughed at him!

He poured the vial of his self-replicating nanites down the drain and opened the faucets.

Nobody would ever call him a nerd again.


Dr. Poindexter poured a vial of his self-replicating nanites down the drain. That will teach them not to call him a nerd.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

The Good Shepherd

Their pleading are constant. Grant me this, protect me from that, bless my crops, vanquish my enemy. It's almost as if they're the masters and I'm the servant.

Because it is my nature to be kind, I listen and sometimes I answer. They seem to think that I'm omnipotent. They are so very wrong on that account.

Ultimately their desires are of no consequence. I created them to meet my need for sustenance. As flesh eats flesh, so spirit must consume spirits. I feel no malice towards them. I do not wish them to suffer before meeting their inevitable fate.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010


Sam pointed at the sushi menu.

His waitress stared with unblinking, watery eyes. "Shoggoth." she said. "Is very good."

The Swing Era

I've always loved the big bands. Benny Goodman, Harry James, Glenn Miller, those guys knew how to swing. Margie and I used to dance to their tunes until the late hours.

Margie stayed in the house we bought together. She never tired of the old songs. After the war I was always with her, listening to those swinging beats.

The kid who bought the place is always playing "rap". Sometimes I get so pissed that I start throwing crap around. He tells his buddies that his bass is moving things.

One of these days I'm gonna murder the little bastard.