I've been listening to Revolutions Podcast on the French Revolution all week, and I've decided I need my own Revolutionary Tribunal. They are such effective things. I could fix all these problems with the Internet. I could fix the highways with unmarked detours and the lack of street signs. I could get rid of the Unscrupulous Enterprise in the next town. What couldn't I fix?
"What is this mess?" I say, having clicked on Federated Timeline instead of Local Timeline
@snowdusk_ put together another excellent show on #anonradio yesterday: https://anonradio.net/archive/201806192300_snowdusk.mp3
Listen to this one in a brightly colored city, to drown out the sound of traffic.
Customer: Hi, this is Greasy Dave's Fuel Service. We'd like to order a few tanker trucks.
Me: We've got several tanker product lines, I can find one that will work for you.
Customer: Keep in mind that the refinery sells us fuel that is on fire, so the trucks will need built-in fire engine capabilities. Do those come for free?
I can tell SELinux is a NSA project. It sounds technically cool, but if you think about the implications, they quickly get disturbing, and no one can say what it really does, particularly the people officially responsible for explaining it.
No, I am not interested in flowers or candy. My mother is much too far away to be of any use for your shameless commercialization.
Instead of safety, they proclaimed the threat
of other kinds of undead, calling for
a wiser struggle. Once they went to find
a power strong enough to make the peace.
They brought another more exhausting war.
They brought a message sure to disappoint,
for hopes were set upon a simple way
to stop the menace of the zombie plague.
There are no easy answers to be found
among the shadows of the Nightfall Land.
Five travelers began the journey home
to bring a warning to the unprepared.
Their future held more harder journeys, for
their land held others needing warning. Life
is rarely eased by unexpected truths.
"The spread will need to be contained before
it gets too far," said Tallid, though he gave
no further plans. The rest kept silent, while
the weight of what had happened settled down
upon their shoulders like their refilled packs.
"What could we do," asked Alkis, "if there is
another shelter that already made
a flawed immunity attempt? There might
be zombie-like conditions spreading now,
before our warning makes it to their ears."
The time had come to take the trail again.
As soon as they stepped off the lift and left
Mysterium behind, the travelers
saw rocky hills rise up. A mix of clouds
shadowed the plain, as when they saw it first.
"The warning shall be spread," said Mallen, and
the other travelers agreed. They all
thanked Moray for his insight, and made plans
for resting at Mysterium a day
or two. Then would begin the journey home.
"The process of immunity could be
discovered by another research group.
They might produce a different strain that has
a different set of drawbacks. Be prepared
for other schemes with similar high costs."