Concept: a spacefaring sci-fi setting where humanity’s Special Thing is that, due to a complicated series of loopholes and
obscure
precedents in the Galactic Empire’s taxation laws that nobody can quite figure out how to fix, any small-to-medium-size merchant shipping vessel that has at least one human crew member qualifies for a substantial refundable tax credit.
In the spring of 1943 in Germany, my grandfather, who had been separated from his company and had lost his dogtags (therefore was fundamentally alone and terrified he would be shot on sight) had finally had enough.
And punched a Nazi off his motorcycle.
To have heard my grandpa tell it, “I just suckerpunched that man right off his bike and took off down that road screaming, “What the hell! What the hell!” and I don’t even remember how fast I was going.”
i always laugh whenever we have to centrifuge bacteria because imagine you’re just chilling in some broth with your buds and then someone comes along and puts you in a tube and spins you at fucking 14,000 rpm
I mean. I always dreamed of following a rogue NASA into oblivion, but not like this
i feel like some dignified professionals at nasa had a very heated game of rock, paper, scissors over whether their unsanctioned twitter account was going to be rogue one nasa, rebel alliance nasa, or imperial resistance nasa.
