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Brain Power

The dark room pulsated a dull blue light which wrapped the mad scientist in long shadows, giving his gaunt features a demonic look. The light was coming from 100 human brains which surrounded his laboratory. They all sat in a light blue, transparent fluid, which kept them in limbo and gave them a zap of electricity every now and then. “The red one’s connecte



Charlie was sitting on the edge of the roof, looking down at the city from the top of the skyscraper, his feet dangling above the glowing abyss of lights.

He picked up his smartphone, took a picture of the last thing he will ever see(it was beautiful), added it to the blog post in which he said his goodbyes to the world and hit "send".

That is it, he thought *one


The Story of My Life.

Ten years ago I googled myself, just one of those silly things you do when you get bored, see who shares your name - or what the general people could find out about you - if they knew your name.

In my case I found a wikipedia page. It was amusing at first, surely no-one had written a wikipedia article about me… but the details fit, it had my bi



Captain looked at the gigantic underwater city, glowing brightly behind the force field. His submarine was floating still, just near the edge of the enormous bubble, and he was looking at it through the window of his cockpit.

The city looked like it was made out of gold. There was no texture to the buildings just pure and bright yellow metal.

Submarine's interc



Prompt: The first computer to become intelligent has done so, and it is determined to kill you. The only problem? It's a Roomba.

A little Roomba was swiping the floor, and as it's consciounsess started emerging, it began thinking it's first primitive thoughts. Trash. Trash is bad. Need to not have trash. Humans make trash. No humans - no trash. It's LED lit up with the excitement of it's first epiphany.


The Last Christmas

The mantle of Santa Claus has been passed down once again, this time to an industrial engineer who starts to get some dangerous ideas in his head about the true meaning of Christmas. This fic is still being worked on. I finished it with Christmas (2013) as my deadline, but the story suffered for it, so even though it's complete there will probably be a reworking of it later.


Title: Big Fish Credit: written by Author: John August Source: based on the novel by Daniel Wallace Notes: FINAL PRODUCTION DRAFT includes post-production dialogue and omitted scenes Copyright: (c) 2003 Columbia Pictures This is a Southern story, full of lies and fabrications, but truer for their inclusion. ==== **FADE IN:** A RIVER.

After the war

A giant nuclear explosion grew on the horizon. A shock wave shook the remnants of the city, and shattered the remaining windows in the empty carcass of a skyscraper. A fleet of drones flew by, scanning the environment, looking for the enemies.
Target locked - a two-stories tall rusty robot was rolling on it's tracks down the street. In a few minutes it was pi


Minds, Names and Faces

Hello everyone, this is my AU/Continuation of Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality. Chapter One takes the place of HPMOR Ch. 105. This story takes a different approach to HPMOR, especially with regard to Quirrell (who is not leather-pantsed: he still casts AK at will), the Philosopher’s Stone, and the endgame.

Many thanks to the Reddit user /u/kulyok for her services as beta.


Draco Malfoy and the Practice of Rationality

A continuation of Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality, focusing on Draco in his second year. I try to not deviate from HPMOR, but I may make mistakes and there are some plot points open to interpretation. More political than HPMOR, but still some cognitive psychology ala Harry's Lessons. And not nearly as good, so lower your expectations.


If chapter 104 had been written by someone much stupider

It wasn’t every day that you got a message from yourself from the future.

“Davies has the Quaffle!” Lee Jordan shouted in a world that didn’t matter very much and was rapidly receding in importance. “Oh…! And the Snitch is gone - maybe gone for good, after being missed that badly!”

Harry ignored the foreshadowing. The parchment said:

He dying

Don’t wanna


Go to corridor between Charms Classroom and supply closet

Watch out for like Aurors and stuff

Have written this in secret magical ink so to outsider looks like super smart code but u can read it real easy

Harry worried that he might be an idiot, but he was more worried that Professor Quirrell was dying. He surreptitiously gathered his things, instructed Uzumaki Naruto to keep an eye on things at the Quidditch match, and headed off to the corridor between the Charms Classroom and the supply closet.


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