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Sefera17 t1_jaap9cf wrote

And the suits that can keep out the pressure at the bottom of the ocean can also be used to survive in hard vacuum, so the space whales won’t be able to one-up us either. Though we’re going to need a second seat on the council for our AI, once we create them; or maybe we’ll just put an AI in our seat.

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Tomorrow_Is_Today1 t1_jaanaff wrote

Reply to comment by FyeNite in [OT] Poetry Corner: Fire! by OldBayJ

Great pome, Fye! Glad you joined us :D. This has excellent vivid imagery and lovely flow. A few bits of crit:

>The inferno swirls around me like a gargantuan w wall

Repeated "w" there.

>A perfect storm raging outside my mind

Defended by nothing but meagre mud grind

It may be small and it may not be much

But it's all made better with chocolate and such

I love the shift in focus here, but I feel the ending itself is a bit sudden. You spend a whole poem describing this raging inferno, and then jump to "it's all made better with chocolate and such". And that doesn't mean you can't end it that way, but I'd like a bit more along with it or perhaps just a more serious tone than the somewhat dismissive "chocolate and such".

Good words!

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galdu t1_jaal4tx wrote

John balanced himself on the track, with his arms out wide and his mind in the clouds. “I think maybe I’ll tell people my mom’s a lawyer.”

“Y’know lies catch fire, right?” I told him.

“Feed the fire!” he commanded.

“Paralegal.”

“What’s that?”

“Believable.”

He paused. “My mom’s a paralegal,” he said, looking back towards home. “Does that sound true?”

“Yes, you’re fluent in bullshit,” I said, “Should we stop doing this?”

“Not until I’m not here and not poor." He hurried along the rail.

The ground trembled.

“You'll never make it,” I said.

“Why? We’re almost there!”

“Freight train.”

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Commercial_Roll5208 t1_jaak94f wrote

Scuba gear and probably tech advanced enough that you can breath underwater without needing a oxygen tank like artificial gills on a suit or something

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EmergentLurker t1_jaafwjc wrote

The Tyrant had ruled for generations with an iron fist. His spiteful thumb bore down on the people equally. None were exempt from his will. The world had never seen such a state of Equality. Each and every person was born, toiled, and died as a slave.

From time to time, people would organize. Dissidents, nursing their worn bodies, shared their distaste for the Tyrant. Legends, passed from one generation to the next over a thin mug of grog, were all that we had to tell us of the Tyrants' rise to power.

A spark here, a spark there and rebellion would break out like wildfire in the late summer fields after the harvest where the stalks and sheaths of crops were left to nourish the next year's bounty.

Each time the Tyrant rose from his Ashen throne, the people were felled like those crops before them. Each time, the fields were fed with the blood of those who could not live as a slave any longer. That is, each time before now.

The Tyrant lay across the charred stone, his Ashen Throne toppled and shattered. His chest rose and fell with his last gurgling breaths, his life's blood pooling on the stone. His eyes stared up at a sky dark with smoke, wreathing the deep blue starry abyss. With a final sigh, the Tyrants life came to an end.

His domination of all life on the planet had finally ended and the feel of those shackles falling was like a breath of fresh clean air after the season of fire...

And Thus Woke The Dragon.

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