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He yawns his way down the stairs, ambles over to Bar, sits, and says, "I have a yearning for maple mead today."
Sad Cam and Aral in Milliways
from_scratch
"Your world distinguished in any way besides the not having magic?" wonders the winged man eventually.
on-my-word
"The thing that seems to surprise everyone is the wormholes. Although uterine replicators, of all things, take a close second place."
from_scratch
"...wormholes are things where you go in one and pop out another very far away, yes? It's a science fiction thing where I'm from but I've heard the word. What's a uterine replicator?"
from_scratch
"Place is full of people with the same kind of magic I've got, making stuff, and indestructibility. It's pleasantly anarchic when everybody has these properties. We can't make minds; mindless human bodies cannot carry to term; we can make zygotes; I believe it would be less pleasant in its anarchy if people started manufacturing children."
on-my-word
"...yes," he says, after a moment of stunned silence, "I can see how that could turn out badly."
on-my-word
"So in a world where no one can be hurt and everyone has access to all they could possibly desire, what do you want more magic for?"
from_scratch
"And some people are dead, and some of them are cyborgs and I can bring those back and I'm working on it, but some of them were magical immaterial god things who were not backed up to chip."
