The chip that functions abnormally will be desoldered, as they say.
The rules of physics are, in some cases, suspiciously anthropic.
Bob loses saving throw vs. shiny with a penalty of -5. Bob takes 2d8 damage to the credit card.
The Rapture of the Nerds has been followed by the Resurrection of the Extremely Confused. (318)
There is probably no way of explaining Project Koschei, or XK-PLUTO, or MK-NIGHTMARE, or the gates, without watering them down into just another weapons system -- which they are not. Weapons may have...
In the distance, the cat hears the sound of lobster minds singing in the void, a distant feed streaming from their cometary home as it drifts silently out through the asteroid belt, en route to a chil...
Science fiction was rocket-mad for about 40 years until aerospace hit a brick wall about 1970. I would not write off space colonisation or exploration completely, but we are profoundly ill adapted for...
To boldly go where no uploaded metahuman colony has gone before' has a certain ring to it, doesn't it?
The food’s very good, I offer defensively. It’s not that—she gazes past my shoulder—it’s the culture. It’s very Californian. I wasn’t expecting the rot to have reached London yet. We are Bay Aryans fr...
Annette sighs. Manfred's been upgrading this robot cat for years, and his ex-wife Pamela used to mess with its neural configuration, too: This is its third body, and it's getting more realistically un...
Idiots emit bogons, causing machinery to malfunction in their presence. System administrators absorb bogons, letting machinery work again.
The five stages of bureaucratic grieving are: denial, anger, committee meetings, scapegoating, and cover-up.
There are good ways and bad ways to get my attention. Whacking on my ego with a crowbar will get my attention, sure, but it's not going to leave me well disposed to the messenger.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a sane employee in possession of his wits must be in want of a good manager.
Britain is relying on you, Bob, so try not to make your usual hash of things.
Politics is shit; it corrupts everything it touches...
NASA are idiots. They want to send canned primates to Mars! Manfred swallows a mouthful of beer, aggressively plonks his glass on the table: Mars is just dumb mass at the bottom of a gravity well; the...
But I find her personality annoying. It's like being molested by a sleeping bag that speaks in Comic Sans with little love-hearts over the i's.
Of course I grew it in a fucking tank! What do you think I am, a farmer?
It popped up on my Outlook calendar, flagged in red like an inflamed pimple full of infected bureaucratic pus... I've been trying desperately to get it shifted, but no, it is stuck like a king-sized d...