I got a hotel room and a very unhelpful person who wouldn't grasp simple concepts like "I don't know whether moolins can be converted into ¢ but I only have moolins and all the products seem denominated in ¢ can you help me out here"
I was dream-skewered into a member of the Collective, which was kind of like the Galactic Federation from Rick and Morty. It quickly became clear that I was not from around there, and actually was born around 1 AV in their calendar system.
(Also this justified why the procedures were so bureaucratic in the plot - the only reason I, an inexperienced Librarian, knew about the erasure of hypermatter was because the filing procedures called for the use of it, and I was somehow unable to comply with them)
I said to my dream-coworker “oh god, I won’t even remember hypermatter.”
In memory of hypermatter, which never existed 🥂
what if we're living in the homomorphically encrypted world and what we call "Homomorphic Encryption" is actually restoring programs to their true forms
Moved to @TetraspaceGrouping