often, his ghost would stand in the river, watching fishes and driftwood swim through where his heart used to be

true loneliness is achieved when even your own thoughts excuse themselves and walk off into the night, leaving only empty space and scraps

This far from the disk, it appears like a cat’s pupil in the sun, opening and closing as it spins

an AI trained on ads generating ads for fake products, then bringing into existence those that get the most clicks

Proper destruction of a universe requires just as much skill as its genesis: A careful, respectful untangling of knots to leave no trace

paper architecture, origami houses, blueprints that are folded up into dwellings

a small household robot that does nothing but fix cable messes, likes to rest in your box of obscure cables where it has a nest

A tightrope walker is seen scaling a sunray. Soon, a rope falls from the clouds, finally allowing the king’s men to take the cloud castle.

and come mushroom season, we camp under their caps for a few weeks, listen to the rain, trade and dance with the mushes

however, if you need highly concentrated soulstuff, many refineries will gladly let you help dispose of barrels of thaumhazard waste

Another reason you need oil refineries is that crude oil is full of ocean dwellers’ ghosts that you don’t want to haunt your engines

mechatryoshka battles where with every successful hit, one layer of armor is destroyed and the mechas become weaker but more nimble

Every mecha generation is larger than that before, but cash-strapped as the forces are, they just layer the armor, creating mechatryoshkas

“why are you reading breakup twitter” “uh, acquired taste, but actually you should try nihilistic despair twitter,

social network that lets you search users by emotional state so that you can binge on certain emotions in times of need

Wizards’ beds tend to be the least magical things in their towers, full of antimagic to prevent sleepcasting fireballs and nightmares

Other people, when confronted with a problem, think “I know, I’ll use corecursion!“↵Now they have a yak, and a problem.

Some people, when confronted with a problem, think “I know, I’ll use recursion.” Now they have a problem.

One of the clouds is painted in gaudy colors and surrounded by small flying shapes: The airfolk’s circus, on its way to the capital.

aliens arrive in thumb-sized spaceships and battle it out with the ants while we watch, bemused

Occasionally, a hurricane will achieve consciousness and notice its reflection in the water. Many die down, trying to smooth the surface.

As the universe expands, so does your neighborhood. Soon, the next house is an hour’s walk away and bison herds wake you in the morning.

A dying neon light flickers in the sky, the air fills with alien scents of decomposing physics, graffiti appears on the insides of eggshells

The simulators depart, let reality decay. The paint starts peeling off the sky, drifting down, blue flakes mixing with the cherry blossoms

the ship’s bonsai trails behind on a chain, a space suit helmet on its pot protecting it against the vacuum

The colibritross: small enough to dodge raindrops, but never touches the ground. Feeds mainly on krill, carries its chicks in its feathers.

One is a man o’ war whose methane bladder keeps it afloat. Its tentacles have become baleens, with which it filters the rain for plankton.

Kilometers below the rim, the rimfall dissolves into heavy rain. A few ocean dwellers have adapted, feeding on what falls off the world.

Have you tried recasting the problem as a meme so that people will reward each other for coming up with novel solutions

Ghosts need to witness the exact opposite of each their memories to move on. They cluster around the healing, the feasting, happy couples,

Despite the myth, he’s a gentle fellow, kind to adventurers and would-be rescuers. Yet, only those who abandon him ever see freedom again.

Wherever the Minotaur walks, the labyrinth’s walls shift and reconfigure. They may let other people out, but never him.

If you pet them in the right places, they’d purr and open secret passages, crafty people liked to hide stuff in there↵↵It was kinda gross

Back in the day, the pyramids weren’t mere skeletons but mountains of flesh watching over the countryside, rivers of hair flowing off them

a hand reaches out of your screen and steals your coffee mug

Her eyes unfocus, face smoothes out into blankness, a complicated mechanism clatters and a different face presses itself into the soft mass

occasionally posting a crustacean and answering confused queries with “they’re good spiders murph, look how many legs they have”

a “we rate spiders” account with ratings of x/8

“To complete the ritual, we need a really bloody book. Fortunately, I brought a map of Europe

Ever looked at a map and thought about how many million deaths drew some of those lines↵The Necronomicon is child’s play compared to this

The first plants to bloom are the clouds, covering the ground in iceflower pollen. Water fertilized in this way will later grow rainclouds.

slogan: come and buy our NeuroHack / and keep the voices off your back

Settings: inactive / not ruminating / zoned out / coma patient (clinical insomniacs only, prescription req%\█▣▚╣▒▒access granted!

Brain-computer interfaces able to play back thoughts can consequently cancel others, providing the basis for the Mental Noise Canceller

At night, your maidbot often sneaks away. One time, you follow it and find an android coven in a warehouse, chanting in near-ultrasound

Coinworlders have a turn of phrase, calling things “as likely as ten days”, while theologists debate whether the world can land on its edge.

2050: The young sell their bodies to the old in exchange for lifelong free brain vat accommodation and Internet access

At the beginning of each cycle, the gods throw the world coin. The way it lands determines which side gets day and which gets night.

Do you consent to having your blood vessels mapped by our therapeutic nanobots and uploaded to Google Blood View™ [yes] [n

Even and odd levels of irony are always easy to distinguish. It becomes harder when you’re dealing with levels n, n+2, n+4…