Whatever Doesn’t Kill Sysfling…

Mick O’Donnell and Shoshana Dreyfus sit in a dimly lit academic lounge, swirling their drinks with the solemnity of survivors recounting a great battle. Their expressions are those of weary optimists—desperately trying to frame defeat as resilience.

MICK

(sighs, with the air of a man narrating his own documentary) You know, Shoshana, I keep telling myself—whatever doesn’t kill Sysfling makes it stronger.

SHOSHANA

(nodding, as if reciting from a manual on institutional survival) Yes. Turbulence is just a sign of growth.

MICK

Right! Like Rome. It had its setbacks. The sackings, the plagues, the occasional lunatic emperor—but it endured.

SHOSHANA

Yes, though… Rome did fall.

MICK

(pause) Okay, bad example. But take linguistics! The Chomsky wars, the functionalists, the cognitive lot—constant upheaval, yet we’re still here!

SHOSHANA

(brightening) Yes! And look at Sysfling now—still standing, still debating, still thriving in its own way.

MICK

(hesitates, glancing at his phone—no new messages, no replies to the latest posts) Yes… thriving…

SHOSHANA

(quickly, as if to steer the conversation away from reality) Well, at the very least, it's still there.

MICK

Yes! A beacon of resilience. Like a ship battered by the storm, yet refusing to sink.

SHOSHANA

(softly, glancing at the empty chairs around them) Even if it’s just us left on the deck.

A pause. The sound of a distant tumbleweed rolls past—somehow, indoors. Just as they both take long, reflective sips of their drinks, Cathy materialises beside them, clutching a notepad and radiating passive-aggression.

CATHY

Oh! There you are. I was just wondering—since you two are so confident that Sysfling is thriving, how does it feel to be the last ones talking?

MICK

(coughs into his drink) That’s—an exaggeration.

CATHY

Oh, of course. I mean, apart from Brad, who’s technically talking at the list rather than with it.

SHOSHANA

(strained smile) Well, discourse goes in cycles. Engagement fluctuates.

CATHY

Absolutely! I mean, after all, it’s not like anyone has left in frustration or disengaged completely. Oh wait—except for the dozens who have. But I’m sure that’s just a natural fluctuation.

MICK

(gritted teeth) Look, Cathy, Sysfling is still a space for valuable discussion—

CATHY

Oh, no doubt! Just imagine how empty the world of discourse analysis would be without these discussions about how discussions aren’t happening. So meta! So productive!

SHOSHANA

(rubbing temples) What exactly are you getting at, Cathy?

CATHY

Oh, nothing. Just thinking—if whatever doesn’t kill Sysfling makes it stronger, shouldn’t it be invincible by now?

(Beat. Mick and Shoshana exchange a long, pained look. Cathy takes out her notepad and clicks her pen, waiting for an answer. The tumbleweed rolls past again, doing laps.)