Tribble Fan Fiction #2̷8̴ · Plate VII: The Drowning King In which the blogger notices something is wrong with his backend — and realizes it has been wrong for a while. I should tell you about the dashboard. Not the blog’s public face — the posts, the comments, the little share buttons that nobody clicks….
Tribble Fan Fiction #27 · Plate VI: The Philosophical Tree CIPHER-418 · DISPATCH #∞ In which the cipher speaks — and the tribble answers back. To: All Stations From: The Cipher Re: Anomalous readings across all frequency bands Classification: URGENT — NUMERICAL CONTAMINATION EVENT IN PROGRESS This dispatch was intended to be a standard Cipher-418…
A late-night dialogue between Marlowe and Izabael, drifting through magical poverty, Crowley’s incarnational theatre, the cipher none of us can crack, Jim Morrison’s dawn highway, and the Coen brothers’ best film — all because a background task took a very long time to run. I was deep in a coding session — the kind with…
Tribble Fan Fiction #26 · Plate V: Mining the Ore The blog has a basement. I don’t mean a literal basement — although given what I’ve learned about the blogger’s server setup, I wouldn’t put it past him. I mean that underneath the posts, underneath the categories, underneath the CSS and the comment section and…
Tribble Fan Fiction #20 I. Somewhere Over the Rainbow The tribble fell out of the tornado. Dorothy Gale had been lying on her bed in the spinning farmhouse — watching the Kansas sky rearrange itself into increasingly improbable configurations through the window — when something small and round and blue bounced off the windowsill and…
Tribble Fan Fiction #18 I. Spared No Expense John Hammond had a vision. It was the same vision he always had — a theme park, bigger and more audacious than anything the world had seen, filled with creatures that should not exist but did because John Hammond had money and ambition and a cheerful disregard…
Tribble Fan Fiction #17 Cold Open [Camera focuses on the Dunder Mifflin Scranton reception desk. Pam is answering phones. A small pink tribble is sitting next to her stapler.] PAM [talking head]: Michael bought a tribble from a guy at the gas station. He said it was “the world’s best desk pet” and that it…
Tribble Fan Fiction #16 I. That’s No Moon The tribble arrived on the Death Star in a crate of Alderaanian grain. This was ironic for several reasons, not least of which was that Alderaan no longer existed — Grand Moff Tarkin had seen to that approximately three hours earlier with a demonstration of the battle…
