Fic: Miller's Speculation
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thnidu's impromptu world creation prompt. It's been sponsored by a very old friend of mine. You know who you are, and no, I haven't forgotten how we broke the ice. Excelsior was a big bucket of bolts in one estimation, wasn't she? XD
The first deity on the left glanced at their nearest counterpart, one ethereal eyebrow slightly raised. "Did you hear what I just heard?"
"Don't ask me," said the second, winking one vaguely-defined eye in reply. "Yooooou're supposed to be infallible, remember?"
The first presence couldn't help a snort of what was, if they were being honest, mostly amusement. "Brat," they muttered.
"If I contradicted you," said the second, "I'd be a liar, and that wouldn't exactly go well given the business we're in." The eye that had previously winked now scanned the ball-sized globe spinning busily near their ankles. "Did you mean that university professor, just a moment ago? That remark about the eternity for advocates of racial supremacy having--"
"That's exactly what I meant," the first cut in, smirking. "I'd heard it before - variations on a theme, you know? But the addition of the orientation variable--"
"And the mass indicator," chuckled the second. "Inspired, for a mortal." Their spectral fingers laced together as they gazed at the rotating sphere. "Perhaps not directly inspired by either of us, but..."
This time it was the first cosmic power's turn to wink. "It almost makes you want to... doesn't it? For the irony alone, if not the retribution?"
"To say nothing of the retribution," said the second, sounding positively impish. "Shall we?"
Somewhere and somewhen else entirely, certainly by one world's reckoning of time and space, a newly-deceased Klansman cowered at the feet of the vast, ebony-skinned figure eyeing him with disdain from beneath the end of the rainbow-patterned scarf she was using to wave away the brimstone fumes that had accompanied his arrival. "Exactly," she asked in a voice as near to literal thunder as the dead man had ever heard speech come, "what've you got to say for yourself?"
And two gods snickered despite themselves.
*This entire ficlet plays off a quip by one of my forensics advisors in college. I don't have the exact quote (I can't find it, and I know it exists, because we kept a quotes archive!) but the general idea was that hell for white supremacy advocates should have a 500-pound black lesbian as god.
thnidu's prompt struck the match, so to speak. As for the title? That particular professor's name was Virgil Miller. 'Nuff said. Hopefully this isn't too much of a quirky morality tale, but here it is. rather fitting it's going up today, given the rubbish I've been wrangling with here *coughs* WBCQ *coughs*.
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thnidu's impromptu world creation prompt. It's been sponsored by a very old friend of mine. You know who you are, and no, I haven't forgotten how we broke the ice. Excelsior was a big bucket of bolts in one estimation, wasn't she? XD
The first deity on the left glanced at their nearest counterpart, one ethereal eyebrow slightly raised. "Did you hear what I just heard?"
"Don't ask me," said the second, winking one vaguely-defined eye in reply. "Yooooou're supposed to be infallible, remember?"
The first presence couldn't help a snort of what was, if they were being honest, mostly amusement. "Brat," they muttered.
"If I contradicted you," said the second, "I'd be a liar, and that wouldn't exactly go well given the business we're in." The eye that had previously winked now scanned the ball-sized globe spinning busily near their ankles. "Did you mean that university professor, just a moment ago? That remark about the eternity for advocates of racial supremacy having--"
"That's exactly what I meant," the first cut in, smirking. "I'd heard it before - variations on a theme, you know? But the addition of the orientation variable--"
"And the mass indicator," chuckled the second. "Inspired, for a mortal." Their spectral fingers laced together as they gazed at the rotating sphere. "Perhaps not directly inspired by either of us, but..."
This time it was the first cosmic power's turn to wink. "It almost makes you want to... doesn't it? For the irony alone, if not the retribution?"
"To say nothing of the retribution," said the second, sounding positively impish. "Shall we?"
Somewhere and somewhen else entirely, certainly by one world's reckoning of time and space, a newly-deceased Klansman cowered at the feet of the vast, ebony-skinned figure eyeing him with disdain from beneath the end of the rainbow-patterned scarf she was using to wave away the brimstone fumes that had accompanied his arrival. "Exactly," she asked in a voice as near to literal thunder as the dead man had ever heard speech come, "what've you got to say for yourself?"
And two gods snickered despite themselves.
*This entire ficlet plays off a quip by one of my forensics advisors in college. I don't have the exact quote (I can't find it, and I know it exists, because we kept a quotes archive!) but the general idea was that hell for white supremacy advocates should have a 500-pound black lesbian as god.
thnidu's prompt struck the match, so to speak. As for the title? That particular professor's name was Virgil Miller. 'Nuff said. Hopefully this isn't too much of a quirky morality tale, but here it is. rather fitting it's going up today, given the rubbish I've been wrangling with here *coughs* WBCQ *coughs*.
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