Archive | December 20, 2018

Lexember – Technology

Time for verbs!

Or just a single verb…

We’re going to start with the concept of to count, to sum up.

This is a very old word, first recorded as someone counting their sheep.

fuap is the root word.

fuaplu began as “one who counts.”  Now it means, well, “computer.”  That is, a machine.

BUT from there we go in two directions.

boe (bowie) comes from an ancient word meaning small and now means tiny.  That would be boefu – a microcomputer.

On the other hand, you have the really big, massive things used to grind huge amounts of information.  We have noen (No-en, like noel), from an ancient word meaning great.  So a Noenfu is a megacomputer.

Bonus: noenbeajue, megacorp.

oh, and “tek”, technology, which comes from gaoz, “craft,” and –mɛdio, the study of.  and now is back to Gaoz meaning “technology, things someone can technomance, things that use electricity.”

Speaking of, I have enough words left on this monster to contemplate electricity.

We start with the ancient word – a loan-word at that, peumbas, -as being the ending for “forces that are not quite known.”

This word originally meant bright light, as far as we know.  It is now the root word for all things electrical.

The Fading, the Forgetting – the Remembering

This is a story of Changeling: the Dreaming, although there is very little of that setting that you need to know to read this. 

In short, at least in older versions of the setting, when changelings reach a certain point – age often helps – of banality in their lives, they fall into a stage where they forget their fae souls.  But their human bodies live on…

The temperatures were over 100F.  There was a drought on that had been going for more than a month.  The city had been in and out of water restrictions since late May, and the sun was searing down as if it was trying to bake everyone who dared to go outside.

And on a street in a neighborhood where the police always went in twos and preferably in threes, a hydrant was spraying water all over the sidewalk and the road.

Seven children from toddler age to teens were dancing in the water.  Normally, the police would chase them off, close the hydrant, and maybe make stern noises at the oldest of them.  But this time, they were dancing with two grey-haired people who were definitely old enough to arrest.

Hell, their retirements might be old enough to arrest.  Continue reading