Long After 1984A drabble.Long After 1984 by QuantumBranching
The Third-Rank Hierarch of the Inner Church grinned. He had discovered a clear error of dogma in the annoying Second-Rank Hierarch James of Oxfrd's writings – he was implying that the current Nine Castes were an elaboration of a smaller number which had existed at some time in the past. That was clearly a doubleplus ungood violation of the Principle of Conservatism, under which only the High Council of the two Innermost Castes could recreate Falsepast to bring it in line with Truefuture. A clear case of Thoughtcrime. He wet his quill in the ink and began writing. If he followed Properproc and made sure to put this information in the correct hands, he would rise and James of Oxfrd would sink: at the very least banished from the Inner Castes and be Made Straight, possibly even be declared an Unperson and suffer the Seven Tortures.
All was Plusgood. The Hierarch paused and gazed out the window of the Ministry of Truth. It was a lovely spring day in the year 2484, and the sun wa
After the World got moving againAs the ship slipped into Underspace, Gort gently laid to rest the fragile body of its android companion and servant. It was a shame, really, but given the humans xenophobia, it had been necessary to give them a humanoid mask through which the Galactic Union could speak to earth, and the android had suffered damage too severe for permanent repair.After the World got moving again by QuantumBranching
The humans, which Gort had watched and studied through its various invisible orbiting eyes and those of its servant, were a crude, barbarous, race, their passions and fears most often overriding their reason, but they had potential, and it would be a shame if in their pursuit of "safety" through ever-greater arsenals of atomic weapons they were to destroy themselves or wreck their civilization to the point where it could not reemerge. Such things had happened before.
Now, a sufficiently alarming common threat might distract them from their own foolish quarrels. Gort liked the touch about the Union fearing the spread of terrestrial aggression i
Field Notes From Crypotozoology WorldThe Sasquatch, or Big Foot, is the only non-human member of the Higher Primates to possess natural psychic skills. It has long used its mental abilities to avoid humans, being of a peaceable nature. (Although the Sasquatch's mental ability to read is prey's mind make it an excellent hunter, the same ability makes it extremely unpleasant for the Sasquatch to kill anything brighter than a fairly dull rabbit). Given its high intelligence and tendency to bury its dead in well-concealed locations, it was a mostly mythical creature to the early Amerindian settlers, variously seen as helpful, a prankster, or even (most unfairly) outright evil. Rarely encountered Sasquatch bones were used for making powerful ritual medicine, and anyone who actually was afforded a glimpse of one was considered a Shaman in the making.Field Notes From Crypotozoology World by QuantumBranching
After Europeans arrived in America, the Sasquatch was forced to withdraw into ever more confined areas as the human population burgeoned, eventually forcing them to resort to the t
The Fairly Hot Stuff WithinThe 1962 Emergence of the Vulcanids was rather disastrous for England: the opening of a half-mile wide volcanic flue into strata 15 miles down and the consequent large-scale release of hot ash and superheated and partially toxic gasses killed several million people, the authorities having rather underestimated the scale of the problem: nearly half of London wasn’t even evacuated, and the hot poisonous cloud reached as far south the Channel. Further unpleasantness took place when an army and air force already in a murderous mood spotted the huge, clumsy Vulcanid exploratory machines “sculling” through the (to them) non-substantial surface (and roads, buildings, bridges…) and setting everything on fire as they went. Due to their extreme density, most conventional weapons were ineffective, but the very largest “block-buster” bombs could spring cracks in the already cold-stressed hulls, the tremendous pressure and temperature change killing the crews: thThe Fairly Hot Stuff Within by QuantumBranching