The rationalist checked his gun—a repeated, almost compulsive gesture before the coming battle, even though he already knew the weapon better than himself. He was running out of Burdensome detail bullets, but still had enough Causal Chain Specifics to pepper the Big Thingy with. He gingerly fingered the Non-Rehearsed Evidence hanging from his belt—he hoped he wouldn’t have to use them, they were dangerous and exploded all over the place.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so tough after all… There was no reason to suspect this Big Thingy would be a strong one, was there? Happiness mounting from this unprovable claim, he quickly swallowed a rational combat pill to keep it at bay. Reason returned, and he chanted the mantra against unreason: “I will not fear, I will not doubt, but I will not refuse to admire. When the refusal to admire is gone there will be nothing; only I will remain.” He readied his weapons...
And he hoped, above all else, that this Big Thingy had already been cut into manageable pieces. Because if it hadn’t, if it was huge and whole, then there was nothing for it: he’d have to deploy illegal BNPS (biased negative points searches), or even call down the big safe box...
The rationalist checked his gun—a repeated, almost compulsive gesture before the coming battle, even though he already knew the weapon better than himself. He was running out of Burdensome detail bullets, but still had enough Causal Chain Specifics to pepper the Big Thingy with. He gingerly fingered the Non-Rehearsed Evidence hanging from his belt—he hoped he wouldn’t have to use them, they were dangerous and exploded all over the place.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so tough after all… There was no reason to suspect this Big Thingy would be a strong one, was there? Happiness mounting from this unprovable claim, he quickly swallowed a rational combat pill to keep it at bay. Reason returned, and he chanted the mantra against unreason: “I will not fear, I will not doubt, but I will not refuse to admire. When the refusal to admire is gone there will be nothing; only I will remain.” He readied his weapons...
And he hoped, above all else, that this Big Thingy had already been cut into manageable pieces. Because if it hadn’t, if it was huge and whole, then there was nothing for it: he’d have to deploy illegal BNPS (biased negative points searches), or even call down the big safe box...
Ha, that was awesome!
Thanks! :-)