A good quest is a like a swamp full of monsters: you never know what's going to come out of it.

Once again, we gather the odder parts of the space-time continuum in a motley collection of tales we like to call the E2 SciFiQuest! All science fictional stories, poems, essays, and predictions are accepted. In the spirit of providing an inclusive environment, fairies, ghosts, mages, and gods are also welcome. Reviews and explanations of science-fictional concepts will be accepted, but factual science writeups are suspect, and will probably not be eligible for prizes. The quest will run from April 30th, 3021 to June 1st, 3021.

Rules:

• All writeups must conform to the limitations of the quest - science fiction and fantasy or factual writeups about science fiction and fantasy.
• Writeups must survive without deletion through the quest and following judging period to be eligible for quest prizes.

Thanks for your messages. They do help, even if I sound like a despaired fuck when replying.

I almost snapped explaining mom that it's actually common for companies to just ghost you after sending in your resume. "These days---I said---if I get an actual rejection email it's a miracle". I wish to avoid waking up to more ghosted applications, and to a few rejections every day.

I shouldn't snap at her, I know that she asks out of love and out of genuine…

In my last writeup, "cool" I mentioned spending a good 15 minutes to a half hour debating whether to jump in front of a train, after quitting my job, all because a British girl (she was maybe Scottish, maybe Ukrainian? something like that) used the word "cheeky" in a non-ironic sense. I mean, of course it was non-ironic, she was British.

So let me back up and explain why that might make sense. At the time, I was not working as an ESL teacher. So, a thing about the ESL business in Chile…