Botober 26: Privacy
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alfvaenAnd now I do a second sequel story. Clearly I am running out of ideas, or something. Today's Botober prompts were:
Privacy
"The problem with the last place," Demonax grumbled to herself, "was that it was just too easy to find."
The planet of Jonandi was not quite tidally locked, but the next best thing. The star it orbited was not that bright, but Jonandi was rotating so slowly that it would take a hundred thousand years for the next rotation. Which, of course, meant that the part facing the star would get fifty thousand years of daylight while the part facing away would get fifty thousand years of night.
She took copious measurements while she was in orbit to determine where on the planet would have the best weather for the most optimistic estimate for the remainder of her lifespan. The heat penetrated deep into the planet's surface, and that heat took a long time to dissipate.
Once she found a spot, she set up her tent on it as usual. In deference to the season, she carved some decorative gourds and placed some simple AIs into them for her own amusement. She muted them whenever they mouthed off too much for her tastes.
She had been only there a few months when she felt a tug on the string she had placed around the perimeter of her territory to warn her of any moving objects nearby.
"Never fails," she grumbled. "Just get a chance to sit down and somebody's knocking on the door..."
- Things: Fifty thousand years of night
- Concepts: Mouths
- Advanced: Several sentient gourds
- Terrible: A piece of string
Privacy
"The problem with the last place," Demonax grumbled to herself, "was that it was just too easy to find."
The planet of Jonandi was not quite tidally locked, but the next best thing. The star it orbited was not that bright, but Jonandi was rotating so slowly that it would take a hundred thousand years for the next rotation. Which, of course, meant that the part facing the star would get fifty thousand years of daylight while the part facing away would get fifty thousand years of night.
She took copious measurements while she was in orbit to determine where on the planet would have the best weather for the most optimistic estimate for the remainder of her lifespan. The heat penetrated deep into the planet's surface, and that heat took a long time to dissipate.
Once she found a spot, she set up her tent on it as usual. In deference to the season, she carved some decorative gourds and placed some simple AIs into them for her own amusement. She muted them whenever they mouthed off too much for her tastes.
She had been only there a few months when she felt a tug on the string she had placed around the perimeter of her territory to warn her of any moving objects nearby.
"Never fails," she grumbled. "Just get a chance to sit down and somebody's knocking on the door..."
