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A night encounter Lost seagull Lost boat

All the world's an engine room All orange cogs and steam and sweat And if it gets any more crowded in here We're not gonna care if it breaks down

How easy it is to get lost in the elegance of a warm, spring day's lie in the parky grass. Even the birds are just sitting back.        Grass has a tendency to tickle away worry and the false walls of clashing emotions and meaningless trials to find out who gets put in charge of what. Like any of us is any good at anything.        Windy air and warm yellow photons. Tastes like love.        Meanwhile, it's all spinning and gliding through space, so that we can all enjoy it again another day.        I just wonder where the hell it is we're going.

My favourite stories happen on other planets where adventurers have left space, and spend their days and centuries watching the trees and clouds. Using their godly powers to do things like warm up drinks. Also, ideally there'd be robots, and the odd laser fight. And time travelling. Gotta make the most of time, after all. But that's not what's happening. It's just you and me. Dicking around. Buying apples. Boozing. Writing about it.

There is a man in the mountains who has a lot of money. Or it would likely seem a lot of money to you and me, but, given the unlikelihood that he'll ever spend any of it, the lot is less like a lot of money, and more like an enormous collection of coins. These coins are not particularly special; not to you and me; no particular countries of origin, no specific years, no arrangement, nothing unique. He just likes coins. He has a wooden house, but no beard to speak of, and he's had a wife- more than once. He doesn't spend a lot time around the town, but he usually has a smile and a wave at the ready. He is very, very satisfied. And he reall

Silver didn't like himself sometimes; being near-immortal and not really finding anything new about himself wasn't always a barrel of laughs. He won't go back in time to reverse the procedure. He knows what happens when you try. Others have tried, though... not everyone is a big fan of Silver, including some folks with time machines and a lot of time. They'd love to see him off the scene. Operation Universifix went from 70ish to 90% coverage around the timebubble he joined. They're at a steady 98% now. They still can't get any coverage around the beginning of the timeiverse: they're waiting for another hero. They've had many heroes come and

A1: "What_is_that_sound?" A2: "I do not hear any things." A3: "It's a series of high-pitched ringing blips, isn't it A1?" A1: "Where_is_it_coming_from?" A2: "Still not hearing any things." A3: "I think we'll find it over here, A1." The brothers clunk across the garden. A1 knocks over a flowerpot. It breaks. A1: "This_hallway_is_insecure." A3: "It'll repair itself, let's continue." A2: "Where are you all going?" A3: "I think I found it. It's vibrating." A1: "IMMOBILIZER" A3: "Good work." A2: "Something frightening happened!" A1 and A3 scrutinise their new find for a few minutes. A1: "I_want_to_open_it." A3: "You shouldn't just

I am the Big Bang. I made your cereal. Eat your cereal and think of the Big Bang. Bang! Gotcha.

I sleep and I not-sleep. Nightly, I hop from stone to stone and pond to pond. Science the kaleidoscope looks a bit different from each, and I['d like to] learn to run with it. Every night is a corridor of stars and every next day I am somewhere else. Every thing seems the same, but it's been moving around: a lot. Chasing serenity is silly because you break it when you find it. Chasing chaos is fulfilling: like looking directly into the sun, but I hear you shouldn't do that too often. Every day I learn to see new cracks in the landscape, and I want to fall through them. Something terribly brilliant is in there: something pure and deafening.

Something wasn't right. And it was a really bad time for things not to be right. "AV, did Jesse just teleport out of the town?" "Yes. She did." A really, really bad time. "Can Jesse teleport?" "No. No she can't." It couldn't actually have been a worse time, in fact. "And she definitely did it?" "It was her own signal. She just... poofed... herself." Silver was annoyed. He had one job, and suddenly it wasn't going well. He also hadn't had any breakfast. Ever. "I'm annoyed." "What will we do?" "Pancakes." AV was more surprised at this than he was at the unexpected exhibition of telepowers from Ms. Jesse. He wanted to be stern, and