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We built a parallel economy with almost no one noticing. Where cash is king, every transaction is off-grid and personal. We listen to Vinyl, FM radio. We read news in libraries. On paper. We carry our mobile phones visibly on us to not raise suspicions. But we rarely use them.

We are the NAITA. No AI, Transact Analog.

You won’t notice us. We don’t brag. We fight Nazis. We quietly help fellow citizens in need in our local communities. And share the Open Source Way.

*Meow* outside. *meow* inside. Cat servants know the endless task of being Door Human. Our cats aren’t even allowed outside except their enclosed “catio”. As summers get longer and hotter the snakes and ticks are a constant worry (and never mind the wildlife they predate).

They do love it though, and are especially content ever since I set up a transmat portal that lets them reach their catio without needing the door opened.

Beats me how they managed to open the cover and reprogram the coordinates without thumbs, though.

"Is it really *me*, though?"

"If you don't like it, wear a wig."

"I can't! They're itchy!"

"You do this *every time* you get a new #haircut. Maybe you just need "different" hair?"

"It's not the *hair*; it's the *style*. I'm not the same every day, y'know. This is just part of the process. Of life!"

"Incessant complaining?"

"Yes! That's the fun part."

"...this right here, *this* is why I'm bald."

"Why don't *you* get a wig, then?"

"...."

"...."

"...."

"Say it."

"But, they're so itchy!"

---

"#Haircut, haircut,
How short you want it?
Cut it to the shoulders
Cut it to the chin
Shave it all off
Slip the razor right IN!"
--and then the twirlers would make the rope go super fast & the jumper would jump super fast, until they couldn't keep up & the rope lashed their legs.

"Kind of bloodthirsty rhyme," said the visitor, shuddering.

"Ehhh, the Disturbances hit harder here than in some places," said the guide. "Anyway, kids are naturally bloodthirsty."

"I have climbed to the top of this mountain," said the warlord, "so that I may consult my god on whether or not I should invade the Hisian Empire."

"Why consult me?" asked the sky god. "You will do as you wish regardless."

"If you tell me not to invade," said the warlord, "then I shall not invade."

"You are a bloodthirsty warlord. You wil invade regardless of what I say."

The warlord bowed. "Then I shall tell my people that you promise victory!"

The sky god sighed.

*BELURDLEURP*. ‷Bridge to Travers‴

I tapped my commbadge. *BLINGLESQUONK* “Go ahead bridge”

‷I know it’s short notice but can you work gamma shift at helm tonight‴

“That’s de la Salle’s shift is she ok?”

‷Yeah it’s just, the station’s IR lamp is stuck on high, so we’re trying to keep mammals out of that chair till engineering can reset it‴

*sigh* “Okay but Janet’s gotta take my spot on the gravball team while i do her shift”

‷Sold. Bridge out.‴ *BOOPTINGLE*

Go to space they said. Every day an adventure.

The leprechaun stared at Medea the sorceress with pleading eyes. "Can you do it?" he asked.

"This is truly your wish?" she asked.

"Yes, absolutely!"

"It's a request," said Medea, "unlike any I've recieved before. I'll need to craft a new spell - but yes, I can do it. But are you certain you wish to pay with your entire pot of gold? That seems excessive...."

"Well now," said the leprechaun, "I won't be needing my pot of gold, once I'm a flower fairy, will I?"

I was gazing into the void when I realized the void was gazing into me. Wait, no?

“Luna?”

*mrow*

“Wheres void?”

「I’m here, just refilling the litterbox」

“You got a litterbox for Luna? That’s so sweet”

「She hangs out with me a lot when you’re out」

“Wait the void has cat litter?”

「I get it delivered. Nipping out to the shops didn’t go so well that one time」

Look it’s /possible/ there’s some technical reason why your site launch flopped; one that could save your marketing team from the axe. What’s the URL, I’ll have a look.

An “A” record. How quaint. Where’s your quad?

No, Eye Pee Vee Four may have been good enough for Jesus but it is NOT good enough in the year of our lady twenty twenty nine. The only countries that still use vee four are Liberia, Myanmar and the United States of America. Both of them. In the entire rest of the world, including South of the Concord Wall in Greater Mexico, it’s vee six or go home.

“I have the worst faedar, Sheree had been working here six months before I twigged she was a Faerie”

“Kevin, she has WINGS”

“I know, I know. Go on laugh at the low-runtime Synthetic but I just figured it was part of normal organic variation. Youse lot are so interestingly diverse, it’s part of your charm and why we’ve let you live”

“…”

“KIDDING!”

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