This is a story all about how my life got turned right upside d-
*whack!*
Okay, I'll stop now. Sorry. Anyway, this is a Fenspace story. It's part of a larger story, but it's self-contained enough that I think you (the poor, gullible non-Fenspace LJ reader) should be able to follow it. It also contains cameos of various unusual persons. You know who you are, and you can complain in comments. --Mal
( In which our heroine enters a new world, we learn the dangers of mediaphilic AI, and a job offer is made. )
This is... well, it's different. I was aiming for a hundred different goals and I've no idea how many I hit. This is an odd little character sketch based on some of my weirder speculations regarding the inner life of sapient machinery. Enjoy.
( A beginning is a very delicate time... )
This is a little ditty I put together for Fenspace!, then decided it was way too outre for prime time, as it were. So, outside of a restricted part of FenWiki and here, this one hasn't seen a wider audience. I'm only posting it here because a) it's kind of interesting, in a trainwreck sort of way, and b) I feel a need to start using this LJ more often.
So, with that in mind I give you instructions on How To Build a Battlestar Galactica (new version) / Fenspace Crossover Story Without Ruining The Metafictional Appeal.
INGREDIENTS:
* One as-ordered copy of Fenspace!
* An incomplete understanding of FTL physics
* The Galactican faction (for those not up on Fenspace jargon, these are the collected Battlestar Galactica fan clubs acting as a quasi-national government In Space)
* A nasty sense of irony
( “Karl Marx once said that history repeats itself, first as tragedy and then as farce. Sometimes though, it's the other way around.” )
On further reflection, while my vehicular angst is no doubt entertaining to some of you heartless jackals (Hi, Lindsay!), I should leave you on something of a lighter note. So here's a little story from Fenspace.
( One should always take care in choice of words... )