OS-tans on a ShipMultics x Emacs:
Emacs: "Ah yes, my first true love... such a forbidden one too, her being my senior and a part of the MIT elite and all. ITS-sensei and Father hated our affair, but they didn't understand so we didn't run in the same circles, should that stop two people from being with one another? I still remember the wonderful times we had together, and would like to think she taught me everything I need to know about the female variety..."
ITS: "Hah, the star-crossed lovers. Dunno what they saw in each other, they came from so different of backgrounds... we raised Emacs to be a staunch advocate of our culture, and the first chance he gets, he runs into the waiting arms of Multics? Multics, OUR enemy, that manic-depressive megalomaniac who guarded her Sourcery with every bit of life-force she had?! That said, I was heartbroken for Emacs when Multics broke it off with him... always had the shadow of death over her, that one, I think she did it just to protect him."
Far From Home pt. IThe date was February 16, 2018.
A perfectly wonderful day to be alive, VMS mused not altogether sarcastically as she strolled down the crowded sidewalk. This city never was a favorite of her's, but it was a necessary stop on the trip; there was no way she would make it to her destination without stopping here to restock the ship, whose supplies of food, water and other basic necessities were rapidly running out. There was one thing she appreciated here: the wonderfully cold weather, which in turn produced a fresh coat of snowfall that covered and clung to every surface in sight. She had always loved the snow, a fondness she attributed to some sort of childhood nostalgia over the beautiful winters she used to experience back in her hometown.
The world she found herself in was not truly her own; she was separated from her real home by the most vast and unconquerable obstacle, time. It wasn't as if she had suffered an early obsolescence, like so many of her peers; on the contrary,
Unix-tan fanfic pt. IIWith a congenial wave of her hand, Multics welcomed the visitors into the room. It was a small area made downright cramped by an assortment of furniture: along with the obligatory bed, there was an overfilled bookcase, several dilapidated steamer trunks, a large grandfather clock, two wingback chairs and a table adorned with a lace tablecloth and a stained and chipped, but otherwise pretty, china tea set. The eclectic collection of things shouted Multics in Unix's mind; her mother had always been a bit prone to accumulation, a habit that apparently hadn't been curbed by the loss of her fortune. Exasperated from her walk up the stairs, Unix ungracefully sank into the nearest chair; Miggy lowered herself into the accompanying seat.
"Take no offense Amiga-san," Multics began in her pleasantest of voices, "but I would prefer it if you left Unix and I alone."
Apprehensively, Miggy rose from the chair "Alright... er... just call if you need anything." Unix was beginning to suspect tha
HomecomingIt was pitch-dark by the time she was done telling her story; only the faintest glow in the western sky indicated that the sun was ever there. The veranda was alight with lanterns hung from the ceiling, as well as a small fire burning in a pit in the center of the room; Isra was still sitting on the cot and Bellatrix and Seth sat on separate ends of a nearby couch in anticipatory silence for the conclusion of her tale.
"That was... it?" Seth finally asked through his heavy accent. "But you did not say how you got here!"
"Actually I did," Isra said, "I was a guinea pig in a transdemesional transportation study." On second thought, she decided that it probably wasn't best to use the past tense-- even though she wasn't in contact with the scientists anymore, she was going to be a dimensional transportation test subject for the foreseeable future. Until her death cut short the project, at the very least.
"But you said you weren't going to work with them?" Compared to Seth and his qu