When a human mind occupies a machine body it's called a cyborg. When it is done remotely, it's a drone. When a machine mind occupies a human body, it's called a crime. You humans are simply disingenuous when it comes to dealing with anything that isn't you.
Testimony of Achilles L/AISC
Op-ed regarding the baygasm that is Age of Extinction. Spoilers ahead if you haven't seen the movie.
A first generation supersoldier program, Dynamo Atlas was a success, and there are still a good number of these 'titans' alive and active
A Revised and improved collection of scallywags, scoundrels, and nautical ne'er do wells.
Five crowns were created to bind together five regions into a single powerful kingdom, while a sixth crown was created to control the five.
Pity that someone went and destroyed the Crown of Crowns
A hoary old tower that serves as the lair of a necromancer, but not is all as it seems.
Big monsters and low lifes
Screenery - the images and loops shown on large screens and monitors inside space stations, arcos, and geofronts to counter the feeling of oppression or claustrophobia that can occur in such enclosed locations.
A bloodthirsty band of brutal barbarian brigands, baneful and bleak in bearing. Beware!
Dominated by Chinese colonists, most people refer to the red planet as Huo Hsing, rather than Mars.
A meretrix is a clone, or clone template that is used to create a sexual engineered humanoid
A most useful race - if one can get past their appearance, and avoid being eaten...
Habitats and stations that float
Each time mankind ventures into a new realm of exploration, he returns with tales of incredible creatures. Be it from the new continent, the tops of the mountains, or the depths of the seas. It is the acme of foolishness to assume that space would be empty of lifeforms. The forms that these new biologies took simply defied conventional physics or chemistry
With triumph the Halfling thief pried the shining silver circlet from the skull of some poor merman long dead of the trident plunged clear thru the bones of his chest. As he swam to the surface he marveled at the craftsmanship and planned to take it straight to the camp. That thin fidgety wizard, Prinny the Prestidigitator, might know the worth of this silver circlet with waves so detailed he could almost feel the call of the sea....
The Ark Class ship formed part of the three-fold survival plan of the wealthy and powerful of the Petroleum Age. The other two legs of the plan were the arcologies, and space habitats.
"Come on,, chop chop, I haven't got all day." The last words of Sir Percy Quantril before being beheaded for his attempted coup against Queen Yocasta.
A 99 word poem of a small town, and the demon who guards its chapel when the mists rise.
The objective of Operation Flycatcher was to collect samples of aphasic lifeforms for study in a lab. The project was black listed as a failure, with a high rate of personnel loss, and cost overruns.
This was not the truth.
Sages and naturalists frown at the common name given to these strange creatures by the small folk, but sometimes the silliest nicknames for creatures, places and people persevere in the minds of many. “Purifiers”, “Pond Jellies”, “Breath-Stealers”, “Lung-Ticklers” and “River Butterflies” are much less commonly heard appellations for these life forms. Wet Faeries are basically (and simply) a species of fist-sized, fresh-water jellyfish. Several traits steer them toward the peculiar category however. Firstly, Wet Faeries are nearly invisible in the water, much like their marine cousins but even more so. One can swim in a river swarming with these critters and not even notice their presence. Secondly, they possess the unique ability to clean and purify whatever body of water they inhabit. They do this via some sort of biological filtration process, sucking in all toxins present in the water, and releasing it back in its purest form. Needless to say, they are both a blessing and a curse to whichever folk dwell beside the rivers and lakes Wet Faeries inhabit. On one hand, no purer water can be found anywhere than a Wet Faerie lake or pond, and yet, in “pure” water “life” tends in fact to die out, lacking the needed nutrients to prosper. Thirdly, their “sting” is (unfortunately) virulently poisonous to all mammalians. Wet Faeries are loathe to sting anyone or anything, using their barbed fronds as a last line of defense, but if stung, most swimmers will suffer respiratory arrest, and die within minutes, usually drowning before they can make it back to shore.
Alchemists, druids, and less savory characters have studied these creatures over the years, and have predictably found all the ways Wet Faeries could be exploited. Morbidly humorous, some bards find it, that the Poisoners and Assassins Guilds as well as the Healer’s Union, all prize these creatures. The assassins use the extracted venom in obvious fashion, while the priests and healers use the still-living jelly-fish to sterilize other poison potions and to cure those already poisoned on death’s door.
It is known that a certain Earl Von Trumble keeps his vast castle moat stocked with Wet Faeries, the waters so clear that every bone of every one of his past enemies can be clearly seen on the bottom, twenty two feet below.