The Roam of Lindsay Bison
The Roam of Lindsay Bison
Lindsay Bison
This is where hooves pound the plains into a speculative fiction pulp. The pasture contains a variety of grasses, long and short, quick growing and slow to mature. All of it written in digital longhand.
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They fired Jannshek and Jannshek. Well, Shah did, but the company made him. I think he was able to choose who to let go, and the gallows humour going around was that it was easier to pick one name than two, a sort of psychological...
The mice weren't so lucky. A connected brain seemed like a requirement. Wemly and Utsab went through mice like batteries in a particularly demanding device. Wemly was able to repeat her initial maze experiments but could do nothing to...
Utsab was wearing the escapement mechanism. “I had to envision it connected to the switch,” Wemly reiterated. Utsab waved away her advice. “Already there. I can see the default model file on the device, and the new file on the server,...
We have been training visitors from Mmokc for the last two weeks. Despite Bennu falling on the last concentric of the core, we are usually overwhelmed with requests for training---most likely because of our location actually. Everyone...
Utsab was lost in technical minutiae, talking over her head as he did when rolling around a difficult problem. He slapped the desk. “I think I can solve it with the cluster in the Frances lab. I just need access to the computer, and I...
I am human. I only mention this because of what I know some will say. What some have probably already said. On my mother's side, somewhere in the past long lost to records, there was a Riamo mating. I know they are welcome in the core...
For the next two weeks, they worked in secret, Warner and any work or graduate supervision forgotten. They each proposed experiments and hypotheses to test, but could not increase the fidelity of the memories between timelines. There...
For moving to the edge of the known, I am spending a surprising amount of time off of Bennu, mostly because Shah doesn't want to go on the trips our office is obliged to go on. This one was a quick half-day shuttle trip inward, to try...
Fana likes to go ride the faoli, and it worries me out of my mind. They are only permitted in zoos back in the core, and for good reason. When I was in school, one of the trips was to a local zoo, and they had just received a shipment of...
“I’ll let you use it,” was the phrase that knocked Utsab out of his robotic nursing protocol. He was muttering about whether to warm up his car. “What?” he said, and Wemly saw something in his expression dislodge and his conscious brain...
The irony of the compliance division being audited for compliance was met with earnest explanation by the officers conducting the audit. "It's actually the most important form of compliance," was heard repeatedly as we walked around...
We had a delegation come through the station last week from Yabaru---they're on the deep space port of the local system, but intrigued about increasing trade, especially with fast travel eventually coming. They were particularly...
Despite her persistence, acquiring consistent and permanent memories across timelines was not a problem Wemly solved. Like many seemingly impossible challenges in the Warner lab, it was Utsab who found the solution; however, unlike most,...
I am unhinged. I waste the days. I have tics. I haven’t been sleeping well. I stare at the shuttle---the one I rented---in its bay when I walk by. Sometimes I go to the hangar when I have nothing to inspect, just to look at it. I imagine...
Back at the lab, Wemly had essentially given up on her abstract---the one figure she was allowed could be culled from some previous presentation given to Warner, and she already had the basic shape of the text. It was only 250 words, and...