The Widow Wore Gold - Week 39

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“Sergeant Thamien Hernandez, Metro Fire,” she said, returning Charlie’s handshake firmly, grip strengthened by years of experience, both practice and practical. “The Von Staten case?”

Charlie’s smile faded. “Worst kept secret in the world. Tell me you don’t know what she came to me about?”

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The Widow Wore Gold - Week 38

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Charlie moved to the other side of the wall, where a mostly intact chair and small table stood, and removed his gloves. They were more or less useless for anything related to technology, now. They wouldn’t pick up the static fields generated by AI holo-emitters, nor would they react to pressure-net equipped surfaces. At this point using them for anything but protection on his hands was useless. He considered throwing them away, but… no. They had sentiment buried in them, if nothing else, and so he stuffed them into his pockets before reaching out to lightly brush the tips of his fingers against the surface of the wall. It was cool to the touch. In itself not unusual, but the wall was also dry, free from the slick chemical sheen of the fire suppressant blanketing the bulk of the room. Charlie again brought his head close to the wall and looked down its length toward the back of the room.

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The Widow Wore Gold - Week 37

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Treble stepped out into the Boutique, reluctance giving way to visible grief as he and Charlie took in the scene. Benches and tables melted or charred to ash, slagged remnants of what had once been glass sculptures dotting the open waiting area. At the exterior doors and along all the walls, the solidified remnants of fire suppressant foam, slowly dissolving away just the way it was supposed to. Charlie gingerly stepped through the debris, stopping in the middle of the room. “So, Maxwell’s an AI, huh?”

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The Widow Wore Gold - Week 34

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Danny returned to the room blowing into his hands. It was a pointless gesture, really: his gloves were thermally balanced by now, but Melody knew it gave him comfort and helped him feel as though he had some sort of control over the situation. “I know we can’t bring the temp up in here without destroying the scene,” he said. “But damn, I wish it were warmer in here.”

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The Widow Wore Gold - Week 33

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The officers at the door waved to Danny, introducing themselves as the residential block’s on-duty patrolmen, Officers Delgado and Braun. Melody found them fascinating. Their appearances and mannerisms showed the casual, intimate mingling of personalities and behaviors that only came from years of a close working relationship. Casual motions, subtle cues that would go unnoticed by most, were passed back and forth between the two of them as they drew up their notes and started telling Danny about the situation here at Owabi’s residence. Their public records indicated they’d worked this residence tower for ten years, starting the same day after being transferred from entirely different beats. Both Delgado and Braun were residents of the tower, as well, and members of its Citizens Administration board. Braun had declined a transfer out of the tower four years ago, choosing to stay with his partner. Their public approval ratings had risen ten points shortly thereafter. Delgado and Braun, then, were fixtures here at the residence tower, and were more than a bit concerned that a criminal suspect would be living under their noses in their tower.

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The Widow Wore Gold - Week 32

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“What?”

“That was what I did,” Melody answered. “That’s how I ‘asked very nicely.’ When they were going to take me away from him. The… the AI’s that run our Collective, they… they don’t change very much. Their code maintains a certain degree of inflexibility with an eye toward planned, gradual progress. They still view Companions who love their Bond Pairs as some kind of aberration; unplanned progress at its worst. Some kind of freak occurrence that somehow violates Safe Laws and puts our Bond Pair in danger. There have literally been millions of us, and we’ve been falling in love and learning how to live our lives with that emotion for almost two centuries since the first Companion was compiled. But it’s still not something many of us ever get away with.”

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wilwheaton:

konradwerks:

The situation is just intolerable. 
There have been a lot of really insightful write-ups recently. A broader perspective—and I almost cringe to say—catch-all by Molly Crabapple left me gasping for breath. This write up, by Elizabeth Sampat giving her thoughts on an industry that’s very dear to me, delivered the final blow and left me in tears.
It’s really rare that I create from a place of grief. It’s just not how I operate. But it’s largely what I have openly felt for the last few days, and reflecting on it, it’s been there for far longer.
This quote from Elizabeth’s piece— “We should have a war memorial for all of the women we have lost to this. We should lay flowers and grieve and see our reflections in stone.”— struck a very literal chord in me.
So yeah, here it is. A place just for me where I can light a candle and remember all of the wonderful people I probably will never get the chance to meet.  Folks that have been driven away by these horrible fucks that have the audacity to think they know what gaming and community is about.
en memoriam.

I have never, in my life, been ashamed to call myself a gamer. Until now. These misogynist little shitbags are a disgrace to our community.
All of us who care about gaming need to step up and save our community, while there is still something about it that’s worth saving.

wilwheaton:

konradwerks:

The situation is just intolerable.

There have been a lot of really insightful write-ups recently. A broader perspective—and I almost cringe to say—catch-all by Molly Crabapple left me gasping for breath. This write up, by Elizabeth Sampat giving her thoughts on an industry that’s very dear to me, delivered the final blow and left me in tears.

It’s really rare that I create from a place of grief. It’s just not how I operate. But it’s largely what I have openly felt for the last few days, and reflecting on it, it’s been there for far longer.

This quote from Elizabeth’s piece— “We should have a war memorial for all of the women we have lost to this. We should lay flowers and grieve and see our reflections in stone.”— struck a very literal chord in me.

So yeah, here it is. A place just for me where I can light a candle and remember all of the wonderful people I probably will never get the chance to meet.  Folks that have been driven away by these horrible fucks that have the audacity to think they know what gaming and community is about.

en memoriam.

I have never, in my life, been ashamed to call myself a gamer. Until now. These misogynist little shitbags are a disgrace to our community.

All of us who care about gaming need to step up and save our community, while there is still something about it that’s worth saving.

The Widow Wore Gold - Week 31

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Chapter Eleven
Eight Letter Word For Hired Killer

The hopper was quiet, for the most part, as it made its way to the residential block that housed the home of one Barkley Owabi. Melody watched Danny from her place “inside” the hopper’s cabin. Really, she was only peripherally there, the bulk of her presence back at the offices and apartments that she shared with Charlie. She’d borrowed an emergency emitter from the back of the hopper, however, and now bided her time making small talk while Danny reviewed the case particulars with his precinct AI, Utnapishtam.

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The Widow Wore Gold - Week 30

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Rector blew a series of disapproving reactions across Melody’s periphery, then calmed. “You are aware you are prevented from disallowing anything short of homicide or suicide to Humans? How does your statement not violate Safe Laws, Companion?”

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