The old man and the rusty robot studied the pasigraphy on the crashed airship. In theory, this was a system of written communication that anyone could understand. It was #translational.
— 💫 I r e n e 💫 (@_Irene_Dreams_) November 14, 2020
"I think it reads—covfefe," the old man said, scratching his head.#scifansat #vss365
Ballerina hears you're struggling. Life has become a collection of damages that crush hopes & bones.
— Scott ❤️s how you write 🥰 (@storysmithscb) November 14, 2020
Your silent cries are #understood nightly as they're #translational to where she smiles down, serving as a liaison between life and the lonely luminous moon.#vss365 #SciFanSat
“I don’t understand,” she asked her. “Your diagnostics are off, Ship. And what’s this bump of construction on your hull?”
— Jason H. Abbott (@Jason_H_Abbott) November 14, 2020
“Remember that sleek voidship that rescued us?” the AI answered.
Alma squinted. “Yes?”
“We shared an interest in procreation…”#SciFanSat #SlapDashSat
"So, if I #understand it correctly, the #translational process from design to production will take 3 weeks for this new catapult?"
— That Burnt Writer (@ThatBurntWriter) November 14, 2020
"Yes, Sire."
"Ok, can you go tell Ragnar the Notoriously Impatient to hold off his invasion then? No? Off with his head! Next!"#SciFanSat #vss365
What is there to understand, said the creature with the head of a spotted cat. What you call a breeze is the breath of trees. You talk of atmospheric rivers. Could I catch fish there? #SciFanSat #understand #vssnature #breeze
— Voimaoy (@voimaoy) November 14, 2020
"We. Our. Us."
— chel (@CallMeChel_324) November 14, 2020
Yet you say it's not relational
I echo your wants&feelings
But they somehow aren't #translational
Do we speak a different language
Is the view cloudy where you stand?
I'm screaming out my heart for you
Yet you still don't understand#vss365#SciFanSat#SlapDashSat pic.twitter.com/RlnvGRz867
Startled, I woke up in a cold room, I didn’t #understand, then voices spoke;
— FizzyCreatorOfDictyponary🤦🏻♀️ (@Fizzytwizler) November 14, 2020
“#Translational research done. Human to return to earth.”
“Reuniting 30yrs later, questions will be asked.”
“No, will return as 12 yr old he was, same time & place.”#vss365#scifansat#satsplat
No one worked harder than her. Who else slept on a cot in the lab? Now, they’d started the #translational work to bring the elixir to market, and they wanted her out. Bastards. Soon, they’d understand. You don’t anger a woman who knows how to alter human cells. #SciFanSat #vss365
— Lɪʙʙʏ Dᴏʏʟᴇ (@LibbyDoyle9) November 14, 2020
“I don’t #understand what happened. Some sort of #translational dysfunction,” the student fumbled with his glasses.
— Laila Amado (@onbonbon7) November 14, 2020
“In other words, you messed up the cloning of the salamander?”
“Yes.”
“And that’s why we have a dragon loose on the premises?”
“In short? Yes.”#vss365 #SciFanSat
A new understanding of noise-canceling technology muted the world. The masses encased themselves in virtually soundless bubbles, content to hear only what they wanted.
— Jonathan Roman (@deft_notes) November 14, 2020
waveforms
our voices clash
in silence#SciFanSat #SciFaiKuSaturday
"Free me!"
— aran (@AranPotente) November 14, 2020
Bolts of lightning arrested his temper; any #translational motion deprived.
"Do you #understand the limits of your engagement on this planet?"
"You know the treaty gives me the freedom."
"Anywhere but here."
She released him with a warning.
"Leave!"#vss365 #scifansat
It takes too long to understand the pitch, the sucking ache of motion as the ghost ship leaves its mooring. By the time we reach the rotting deck, translational drift has taken us into the tide. On the clipper, mutinous eyes watch, faces unswayed by forgiveness#vss365#scifansat
— John Everex (@EverexJohn) November 14, 2020
The offering was ignored. Crops failed & the moon bled in the sky
— Anna💫✨🇦🇺 (@annaburnswrites) November 13, 2020
But the #screams from the fire made the #superstitious villagers truly understand the wrath of the Gods
Their end would come soon
"She was not the chosen one. She should never have been taken"#vss365 #SciFanSat pic.twitter.com/uHPpWRlbnG
“I don’t think you get it,” he said, his voice low. “I’m not looking for a casual relationship.”
— Carol Beth Anderson (goes by Beth) (@CBethAnderson) November 14, 2020
She took his hand. Her smile was gone. “I understand. Does this feel casual to you?”
He licked his lips and swallowed. “Not exactly.”#SciFanSat #TheVineEater
Unity became embittered
— Indigenous Soul (@GeneVatow) November 14, 2020
in translational grasp
Myriad woven edges
frayed along zealous creases
Jagged specimen of fate
understood less and less #vss365 #vsspoem #BraveWrite #moonmystic #SciFanSat #understand
#vss365#scifansat
— John Tannhauser (@JohnTannhauser) November 14, 2020
New #Scotland abounds in resources. It is a good place to live.
But those remaining who #understand #translational mechanics possess only basic knowledge of it.
We cannot leave the system. Whereas the Fomori continue to reinforce.
This is our last stand. pic.twitter.com/rmAAdqYbAQ
Simon was the smartest in his class. Often taking over from the teacher. In detention he solved climate change by harvesting black hole energy. But he had #translational issues as the head didn't #understand why he used her prada handbag as a receptacle #vss365 #SciFanSat
— sam carr (@sam_c4rr) November 14, 2020
Years later, we meet again, #translational motion always propelling us forward to this point in time.
— Ellen✍K is lacking inspiration (@poeticnihilist) November 14, 2020
I know I have the choice to walk away, knowing what the future holds for us. But for reasons I don't understand yet, I am compelled to stay.#vss365 #Satsplat #SciFanSat
The sage said, "You know nothing about your heritage?"
— Yosen (@yosenspace) November 14, 2020
"My parents died when I was a baby. They only left me this." He showed the sage a paper scrawled with dots and circles. "I was never able to understand it."
"It's ancient magic. Music." The sage began to sing.#scifansat
The stranger stood gazing at the woman lying on the sofa. Candlelight danced over her porcelain skin, while her copper-gold hair glowed like a fiery halo swirling around her. Claire couldn’t understand why her mother should want to take a nap just then. #SciFanSat #SlapDashSat
— C Lee (@cleestories) November 14, 2020
I am continually awed by the talent and creativity of the authors that grace SciFanSat with their voices. Above are highlighted microfiction tweets that I feel exemplify that talent, all compiled from our 11.14.2020 “Understand” prompt and event.
All tweets, art, and rights belong to their respective creators. No ownership or responsibility on my part is inferred by this post, just my admiration.
~Jason H. Abbott
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