Thirty Days of Drabbles - Day Twenty-Eight
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For
chewipaka 's prompt of "Terinu and Miles Vorkosigan"
Miles blinked. "Even by House Ryoval standards, you're incredible."
"I ain't a genetic construct, shorty," the young man said. His skin was as grey as Miles' old Denadrii uniform, with a seven foot long tail capped by an enormous spade emerging from the bottom of his spine and a pair of thin, moble spurs emerging from a scalp of long, dark blue hair. No taller than Miles himself, the boy stood warily in front of him, balanced on the balls of his bare feet, looking ready to run.
"All right, what then?" Miles asked, backing up a step, trying not to crowd the kid. Genetically modified or surgically altered, the kid had a screaming tension running through his body that Miles was achingly familiar with.
"I'm an alien, an uplifted race made by that tall fella with the horns ya met earlier."
"And he's an alien too?"
"Sure he is. What's so hard to believe about that?"
Miles sighed. "Son, I think you've been reading too much science-fiction."
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Oldest joke in the book, I know...
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Miles blinked. "Even by House Ryoval standards, you're incredible."
"I ain't a genetic construct, shorty," the young man said. His skin was as grey as Miles' old Denadrii uniform, with a seven foot long tail capped by an enormous spade emerging from the bottom of his spine and a pair of thin, moble spurs emerging from a scalp of long, dark blue hair. No taller than Miles himself, the boy stood warily in front of him, balanced on the balls of his bare feet, looking ready to run.
"All right, what then?" Miles asked, backing up a step, trying not to crowd the kid. Genetically modified or surgically altered, the kid had a screaming tension running through his body that Miles was achingly familiar with.
"I'm an alien, an uplifted race made by that tall fella with the horns ya met earlier."
"And he's an alien too?"
"Sure he is. What's so hard to believe about that?"
Miles sighed. "Son, I think you've been reading too much science-fiction."
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Oldest joke in the book, I know...
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Date: 2011-08-07 11:59 am (UTC)Zoë: "We live in a spaceship, dear."
Wash: "So?"
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Date: 2011-08-07 03:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-08 12:06 am (UTC)I typed this sitting on a couch while watching TV. I am not plugged into any outlets, and my screen is in full color. Most of my friends can access the internet on these tiny devices that they keep in their pockets/purses, in addition to checking on their bank accounts, playing games (solo and with each other), and making phone calls.
Some of them even have these devices in their cars that tells them where their car currently is on the road, and how to get to the place where they want to go.
I have over 100 books on a device that weighs less than one pound, can access the internet, play music, and store documents that I am working on.
Go back 50 or 60 years, and this was science fiction. But now it's just a fact of modern life for people in the area I live in.
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Date: 2011-08-08 12:16 am (UTC)[1] OhGodOhGodOhGOD I'm old!
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Date: 2011-08-08 12:20 am (UTC)Also, btw, it's "mobile", not "moble". But I liked!
New Prompt: continue this.
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Date: 2011-08-08 10:27 pm (UTC)That must have befuddled Miles worse than Nicol did.
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Date: 2011-08-09 12:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-09 12:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-09 01:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-09 02:15 am (UTC)Thanks.