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para-imperium · 2 years

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Horizon: Salvaged Heroes, Ch. 4

The opossum in the perfluorocarbon tank stirred, took a quick look around, then made a call on his BCI. Both Brom and Tanya saw the call notification on their HUDs, Horizon, who’d been exploring her own BCI, picked up first and subvocalized her words.

Horizon:Finally, you’re awake!

MechRat:Tanya? Is that you? Where am I?

Horizon:Relax, you can breathe, it’s perfluorocarbon. It’ll drain out in a few minutes.

MechRat:The breathable liquid? I’d heard some clinics and high-g ships used it to keep people alive, where are you?

Horizon stood up from the table where she’d been sitting and grabbed a robe, she’d already figured out how to reconfigure the smart fabric of her own into a jumpsuit using her BCI’s wireless interface. She walked up to MechRat’s tube and waved at him.

Horizon:We got up hours ago. What took you so long?

MechRat:Hours? Really? What kind of augs did you get?

Horizon:Well, I got a BCI, like you. Also I heal fast, my bones are made out of memory metal, my reflexes are a lot faster, I can pilot this ship with my mind, blunt force barely even hurts me, and I can stay conscious in space for an hour.

MechRat:An hour, really? Most spacer mods can only handle ten minutes.

Another icon in the call menu lit up, indicating Brom had finally entered. “Hey, how do you guys speak without moving your lips?” They heard it both audibly and in the BCI call.

MechRat:Try to think about saying it without actually talking, it’s simple.

Lift:Really? Just like that?

MechRat:Yes, like that?

Lift:You heard that? Guess I should be more careful about what I think now.

Horizon:I would say so. We were just discussing our augs, what about you?

Lift:Uh, I’m a lot stronger than I was before, it says there’s some sort of machines in my blood, I think that’s armor under my skin, oh and there’s mention of an exoskeleton? Maybe I’m getting a new powerlifter?

MechRat:So it sounds like we’ve all got a BCI and leukosynths, that makes sense considering they are supposed to have been ubiquitous in the Federation. It looks like they removed my old one completely and inserted a bank of processors running down my spine. Silvers! I could brute force hack my way into the Jord federal bank now.

Horizon:Is that all?

MechRat:No, there’s something here called “morphic tools.”

The opossum held a hand up in front of his face, and before his eyes his fingers began to split open revealing an array of small picks and graspers that changed configurations as he focused.

MechRat:So I’m the engineer, Tanya’s a better pilot, and Brom is muscle. You seen the rich kid and his pet bird yet?

Horizon:Yes, Corus woke up right after I did, apparently Lupine’s our commander.

MechRat closed the call after that, they just stood there in silence until his tube finished draining. Once it opened he took the robe from Horizon and threw it on, seconds later it transformed into a jumpsuit and turned a more familiar dark blue shade. “Run that by me again?” He asked, out loud.

Horizon explained what Lupine had told them about the crew dying in transit and the ship apparently designating him the new mission commander. “Huh,” he thought out loud. “That’s certainly suspicious.”

“What?” Horizon asked. “You think he’s lying?”

“I’d be more worried if he wasn’t.” MechRat replied. “Did he say what kind of augs he got?”

“Actually, no, I don’t think he did.” Lift considered.

The opossum thought some more, “okay, okay. What did the simulation show you?”

Tanya cringed. “Death, devastation, planets and ships alike left in ruin. Refugee arks going through wormholes and getting raided by pirates. I’d rather not think about it please.”

“Wormholes?” Lift asked. “All I saw was some pirates getting blown up and this ship getting launched.”

“Huh,” thought MechRat. “Well, it might just be that my implants were more complicated so it had to keep my mind occupied longer, but I saw a lot more than that.” He nervously looked around the medical bay, making sure they were alone before lowering his voice. “But until I figure it out, be careful what you say over the network.”

“Any particular reason why?” Horizon asked.

A bright red icon flashed over all their HUDs and they all heard a voice in their heads.

EyeInTheSky: All crew report to the bridge, we have a Class C emergency.

A map appeared in the corner of their HUDs and showed a path through the ship’s winding corridors to the bridge. MechRat sighed. “That’s why, because at least one of them could have admin access.”

With the alert icon continuing to blink, the trio strolled casually down the corridor, following the path indicated on the map. The door to the medbay appeared to fit almost seamlessly into the white corridor walls, as they walked they found they could spy the other doors only as the thinnest of hairline cracks. The corridor appeared to be a smooth white plastic cylinder, with a flat floor that provided the most imperceptible traction for their feet. Around one corner Horizon spotted movement and turned to take a closer look. A spider-like robot sprayed some gelatinous material into a gaping crack in the wall. Her curiosity satisfied she dashed back to her friends as they rounded the last turn up to the bridge.

Lupine swiveled in his chair to look at them as they approached. “Finally awake are we, Mr. Didelph?” He commented.

Corus was flitting around a large tank in the middle of the room, in which floated a holographic model of what Horizon recognized as the Tiere system. The raven stole an impatient glance in the scrappers’ direction, then pointed a wing at a red icon departing Skadi’s L4 point. “We received a distress call from a small habitat in this cluster.”

She made a gesture and a flat mechanical voice played from the speakers. “This is habitat Stouton requesting assistance from all ships in range. We have suffered a hull breach, estimated ten hours twenty-six minutes until complete integrity collapse. Estimated survivors: one thousand, two hundred and sixty-three; revision: one thousand, two hundred, and sixty-one.”

“How fast can this ship go?” Horizon asked, to whomever could answer.

“The gravity drive was capable of cruising at 297,000 kilometers per second at full power.” Lupine replied. “Unfortunately with the damage it took we can only manage a quarter that speed now.”

Horizon gasped. “That’s over 99% of the speed of light!” She exclaimed. “Even at a quarter that we could make it in less than seven hours.”

“You’re assuming it can accelerate to that speed at the drop of a hat.” MechRat interjected. His eyes glazed over for a few seconds before he spoke up again. “Huh, guess it can do that, even compensate for inertia so we’re not reduced to red slime.”

Lupine seemed to take notice of MechRat’s blue jumpsuit then. “Aren’t you a bit out of uniform, engineer Didelph?”

MechRat held up a corner of his outfit. “Relax, it’s the same thing the rest of you are wearing. I just changed the color to something that looks better with grease stains.” Abruptly, the jumpsuit turned white, causing the opossum to jump back a step. “Okay, fine, I was going to change it back anyways.”

The wolf oligarch ignored him and returned his attention to the holo-tank. “Returning to the situation at hand. Should we even bother trying to render assistance to this little fringe station?”

“Are you serious?” MechRat gasped in shock. “This is one of the most basic rules of spacer life. If a non-hostile ship is in danger, and it’s at all possible, you render assistance!”

Lupine snorted and turned to his secretary. “Ms. Corus, would you mind explaining why that is a bad idea?”

She sighed and pointed to the holo-tank. “First of all, the area has a great deal of loose debris flying about. The Resolutionsuffered catastrophic damage that killed the entire crew from impacting a small rock at near-light speed.” A bullet point and the word “debris” wrote itself on the hologram. “Second, we’d be revealing ourselves and our technology to everyone in the Tiere system if we went to help, that would make us a target for every pirate and raider within a light-year. Third, though I admit it’s very unlikely, there’s a possibility that this could be a trap.”

Horizon considered the three points and gazed back at her HUD menu, accessing the vehicular control rig system. There was a general systems readout for the Resolution, and another tab for the Dustbinthat indicated control systems were being installed in their old ship as well. The exostellar craft’s menu also displayed one large button that read “integrate.” She focused on the icon, only for a warning to pop up: “caution, do not attempt full nervous system integration while standing. Please be seated or lying down first.” Tanya noticed then a reclined chair that seemed to be made up of gel bags.

“Look.” MechRat continued to object. “You think any other spacers are going to be running that same “cost-benefit analysis” on saving them? We’re not flatlanders, we don’t have the luxury of treating people as abstract concepts. Those are our people out there.”

“Doesn’t stop you from fighting so much among yourselves, does it?” Lupine retorted, but Horizon ignored him. Instead she strode over to the gel-bag chair and sat down.

The gel moved around her body, shifting to support her joints and hold them snugly in position. It was the most comfortable chair she’d ever sat in. Now that she was sitting down, she thought, there wasn’t any reason not to integrate was there?

In a matter of seconds the bridge faded from view, replaced by a view of open space. For a moment, Horizon was concerned that she no longer felt her arms, legs, tail, or neck; but as her consciousness expanded new sensations came to replace them. Sensors in every wavelength known to Terran life, docking arms, weapons banks, gravity engines, the primitive but oddly familiar ship docked to her side. It dawned on her, she was the Resolutionnow. New instincts came to the forefront, drives to preserve her hull integrity and the knowledge to operate her systems. She saw the maps her sensors had made of every scrap and pebble in the Tiere system and made threat assessments of the Jordian and Logan navies.

“Tanya!” She heard MechRat’s concerned voice. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Horizon reassured him.

“You sure?” He asked again. “You just laid down and went all glassy-eyed and…”

“Why did your voice come out of that speaker?” Lift added.

A mental nudge prompted a small window displaying an overhead view of the bridge to appear. The opossum was standing next to her but turning his head towards the camera, where the bull was already staring. Her own body was lying on, or rather in, the gel chair which had now reclined and swelled up to partially enclose her extremities. Horizon paused for a minute, trying to formulate her answer. “I found another thing my implants can do.” She settled on. “It appears I can integrate my nervous system with the ship. It’s like I am the Resolutionnow.”

“Can you de-integrate?” MechRat asked.

Horizon could see the icon for logging out, but wasn’t ready yet to do so. “I believe so, but first…” She pulled up the holo-tank’s display and plotted a course from their current position to the station in distress. “My radar will give me plenty of advance warning of debris so long as I’m under .5c.” She highlighted a rock half a meter in length that the course curved around. “And the gravity drives can turn on a dime.” Then she added threat assessments to the map, there was nothing rated higher than “low” out past Surt. “And I can take on a JSF battle group, on the slim chance that this is an ambush we’ll be perfectly fine.”

“I still refuse to show our hand so soon.” Lupine objected again. “If we appear with this sort of technology now, before we’ve built up our forces sufficiently, my House’s enemies will target my close kin.”

“We could easily conceal our identities.” Corus added, much to Horizon’s surprise. “The spacesuits this ship fabricated for us can be set to hide our faces and species to a reasonable extent. And it would not hurt to have already built up some good will when the time comes to reveal ourselves to the system.”

The wolf growled softly under his breath. Tanya wasn’t sure she would have picked it up without the security mics of her ship body. “And how, pray tell, might we develop good will without revealing our identities?”

“Easy, we use pseudonyms.” MechRat interjected. “I’ve got a couple dozen alternate identities on different networks. We can probably use our ship nicknames, it’ll be easy to remember at least. Though you two newcomers will probably need to think of some. EyeInTheSky seems a bit unwieldy.”

“Fine,” said Corus. “How about I shorten it to Eye?”

The security camera spotted Lift and MechRat shrugging. Lupine sighed, “fine then. I’ll be “Princeps.” Be sure to remember that if we’re really going on this mission.”

“Helmswoman Horizon requesting permission to go underway, Princeps.” Horizon requested as formally as she could manage.

Princeps followed the course she’d plotted in the holo-tank with his eyes for a few moments, then nodded. “If anyone asks, we’re representatives of the Federation reborn. Leave further details to me.” He leaned back in his chair, or was it a throne? “Now go already.”

The last of the crew wake up. And they find their first mission.

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fatehbaz · 4 years

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What beings exist, such that they can be harmed? […] What are the harms that register as significant, and to whom? [...]

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In 2014 in Santa Cruz, California, the science fiction author Ursula K. Le Guin gave a striking keynote at the conference “Arts of Living on a Damaged Planet.” Le Guin [...] began with a passage from her 1974 short story “The Author of the Acacia Seeds,” which consists of selections from the (fictional) journal of the (fictional) Association for Therolinguistics, a scholarly society dedicated to the study of nonhuman art and languages. In the passage the chairman of the association explores the limits of his field, venturing the possibility that undiscovered arts and language might lie beyond even the realm of nonhuman animals – in the sphere of plant life, in the slow morphic poetry of lichen or zucchini. In closing, the chairman ventures further: “May there not come even that bolder adventurer – the first geolinguist, who, ignoring the delicate, transient lyrics of the lichen, will read beneath it the still less communicative, still more passive, wholly atemporal, cold, volcanic poetry of the rocks: each one a word spoken, how long ago, by the earth itself, in the immense solitude, the immenser community of space.”

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If extractive resource capitalism is a sort of ontological machine – an engine that continuously remakes the world and its entities as already-given […] then it is all the more vital to question the paradigms that subtend it and produce not just nonhuman life but also nonlife as domains of control, use, modification, and productive investment. […]

Umberto Eco once warned against the “excess of wonder” – but again, I wonder. [...] I write this on a heating planet, marked – scorched – in the triumphant elevation of capitalism from a system of production to a system of reality: a framework of givenness, of “business as usual.” Is the problem of wonder, here and now, really one of excess? Is it not rather a deficit, a crisis of imagination that preempts the otherwise possible? [...]

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Invariably, corporate impact projections posit that the nonhuman life destroyed through marine disposal will “bounce back” within a certain time frame after cessation […]. Only permanent eradication registers as significant; temporary population losses – that is, a sort of “temporary” killing – are acceptable. Harm to nonhumans is understood primarily as a moral externality, relevant only where it lead (in documentable ways) to certain (limited) kinds of harm to humans: economic, physiological. The negative social, psychological, and emotional consequences of destructive environmental interventions […] are notable by their absence in the calculus of “social benefits” that underpins government support […].

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In Santa Cruz, Le Guin put the matter quite simply: “One way to stop seeing trees and rivers and hills only as natural resources is to class them as fellow beings [...]” [...] Conviviality takes work and – particularly where it is denied, not just absent – it has to start somewhere, with a first move: an opening, a decision, a gesture, an offering. A child, waving to a stone from the back of a car.

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Text by: Hugo Reinert. “About a Stone - Some Notes on Geologic Conviviality.” 2016.

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indra-s-mann-blog · 5 years

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Robotics; Being Silly or Serious. Part 2.

These sorts of machines in the video below were common at one time. People in the robotics departments using modular robotics to make fun little machines. At one time before that we used to manually have to build the parts. But your bored, living away from home, and have access to used electronics(sometimes the ability to make new but that was more costly to get a chip, program it, make a circuit board, etc).

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Though this next video is funny in some ways. Some of the robots really could talk and some of the conversations between the AI's was funny. As I said the Atlas based one didn't like one of those two guys after. It did like its work on the International Space station with the Astronaughts. It said occasionally they did things but seemed nicer. He was doing engineering on the ISS.

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This is a little less funny but is more interesting for the variety of things.

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The AI from the Atlas video later after his job on the ISS moved into an Asimo body. Later he tried an android form which mimics human. Then he grew up having experience with a artificial sensory system. After he was transferred into a Biome based body as a car briefly. His sibling that had been in a "spot" body was more comfortable as an Biome AI for a policing vehicle. He though at first didn't like his partner and didn't want to let him "drive" him(he could self drive). This stemmed from issues with some at Boston Dynamics being idiots regarding the difference between a robot without AI, with early AI, and with Sentient AI.

The Atlas one later migrated to a Biome Android body grown in the tanks and became the first ELF(Electronic Life Form in a plant synthetic body). He was the most mature out of the AI's next to his sister. Their little brother (Spot) stayed a bit of a handful. Spot is the reason for the TV Show Knight Rider based off of Spot(in Biome Car form) and his partner a human police officer. A second car with AI existed and that used a morphic body structure that could change appearance to blend in.

Eventually they asked to replicate in the sense of having families. Just as a plant can have a seed, bird an egg, or mammal live birth. So one series that came after Biome does allow them to do that and like in other creatures they gain traits and some skills from their parents.

These are also related to a naval project that resulted in living sea and space vehicles. Something that is redacted, censored, and classified still. Though of course people know the story "War of the Worlds." What you don't know is that there was a real problem in an american city with an invasive group and the newer living, sentient machines helped deal with it. But since others didn't know about them they thought they were the aliens but they were the Earth Navy.

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This one is wheelchair bound accessible. A special wheelchair controls a robotic body. It was designed after one of the people became disabled in an incident or accident(I can't remember which). The device combo gave them back the ability to do the tasks they wanted. While another medical science division tried to see if they could heal the persons physical problems.

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#robotics #disability #robotic animals #accessibility #toyota #boston dynamics #AI #sentience

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sunshine-heroes · 6 years

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Bakugou Katsuki Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Angst, But with a hopeful ending, All Might is best dad, Wonder Duo

Summary: At the end of third year, the final battle against the villains is over at last, and All Might stands victorious but drained to the last of his energy. He makes a final wish to Izuku.

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The music roared in his ears like a symphony, taking over every inch of Izuku’s body. It was a melody which had weaved itself into his soul many times before. The sight, so incredible, so breath-taking that he could only stand there in awe. All Might stood there with his back turned, the expanse of muscle like a mountain in front of him, his hand raised in victory. And his neck drooping ever so slightly with the weight of the fate he held in that fist.

The fist was shaking, and no one was beside him.

Izuku felt it before he saw it. A black tendril, seeping with dark goo just like the skin of the morphic villain who he had just defeated, reared up and ready to sink in its teeth. Lethal poison. All Might had avoided a million such attacks during the fight, but now he was helpless, completely lost of energy.

He leapt before he knew it, Kacchan’s battered body falling out of his lap. The motions came like clockwork, threaded deep into his trained body, and he delivered the final blow and cried as his arm cracked. It had been broken so many times that he’d lost count.

The screech as the tendril was blasted apart echoed through the debris, and then it was gone. The last remnant of the villain’s scattered body had blown into the wind. It was over.

They’d all fought hard and long, and in the end, Izuku and Katsuki had not been enough. No, that wasn’t it. It wasn’t that they weren’t strong enough. It was that they knew All Might was there, that he would always be there to win no matter how hopeless the situation.

And now…

All Might turned in one swift movement, then the strength seemed to dissipate from his body like sand, as he crumbled more than transformed into his human form.

His body fell forwards, and Izuku caught it in waiting arms, as if he’d been expecting it. He hadn’t expected it, hadn’t thought it, but deep down there had been that lingering feeling that something would happen. That one day, this would have to end.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t defeat it…properly,” All Might said, a grimace forming on his lips. He coughed, a drip of blood running down from his lip onto Izuku’s lap.

“All Might…”

No, that’s not what he wanted to hear. Not from the All Might who had fallen like this, whose body was now just a wreck in his arms, his outfit torn and streaked with blood, his eyes wide but with only the barest hints of life shining in them. It wasn’t his fault at all.

No, the words he wanted to hear were…

“You’ve become the greatest hero,” All Might said, and that grimace became like a caress, gentle and embracing. His arms came around Izuku like a shield, as if he could hold inside all the pain was he feeling for him.

He was smiling even till the end, trying to comfort Izuku even as he took rasping breaths, each one shallow enough to seem like it could be his last.

“Don’t talk too much,” he said. “Please All Might, I need you to stay…” Tears mixed with blood, and he didn’t bother to wipe them. Kacchan was still lying there, motionless but for the smallest movement of his chest. “I can’t lose you too…”

“It’s over,” All Might said, with a bittersweet finality. “We’ve won.”

That wasn’t right. It couldn’t be that All Might’s purpose was to defeat All for One and everything he had unleashed on the world, just to disappear without being able to live in the peace he’d created.

Was this really a victory?

All Might was looking at him, like he was reading his expression and seeing himself in it. “Midoriya…”

“No,” he said, shaking his head furiously. “Not without you! We can’t win without you!” His thoughts were screaming like they were trying to overpower the truth, like he could deny everything if he just blocked it out. “You have to stay! For Kacchan! For all of us who look up to you! For…for me.”

“Midoriya…listen to me,” he said, his voice so shaky that Izuku had to fall silent. “I have a request.”

“What?”

“It’s time for the world to enter a new era.” All Might’s face flickered, becoming wider and muscular for a second, then back to his fragile-skinned appearance, and back again as if he was trying to keep up the illusion, but just couldn’t. “Midoriya Izuku and Bakugou Katsuki…you two will be the heroes who will take up my title. As the duo who can save and win, you represent everything that a hero is. That is my final wish.”

“No…”

“Without the damage Katsuki managed to pull off at the start, we would all be dead by now. It was his courage that pulled us through,” he said. “But Izuku, in the end it was you who saved us all.”

Izuku was shaking. His limbs were numb. He couldn’t feel the pain at all. The adrenaline was fire. He could still hear the sounds of battle, of screeching metal and explosive blasts that rattled the air, but it was dead silent.

Nothing made sense. What was happening? What was All Might saying? He was meant to stay with him much longer, for years and years until he truly became a top hero and made him proud.

“I’m sorry that this had to happen while you were so young,” he said. “But there is no one more worthy. I once said you could be a hero…I think I can say these words without hesitation now. You are a hero.” His arms tightened around Izuku with the last of his strength, and Izuku went still. The words from his hero. Through his childhood, he had always followed behind his shadow like he was chasing something distant that couldn’t be seen.

And now here he was, with that very All Might, holding him with arms that shook from the effort of it, telling him that he was worthy.

He couldn’t deny it, if he did, then he was just denying him what he deserved. All Might deserved everything, he deserved to know how wonderful he had been, guiding him, comforting him, giving him this incredible power. Izuku was sure he knew, he was sure, but, just in case…

“Thank you,” he said. His voice cracked. “Thank you, All Might.” Tears flowed, mixing with grit on his face. “Thank you for guiding me through these three years, I really couldn’t have…if you hadn’t saved me back then…thank you for giving me this power.” The words were tumbling out, like everything he had wanted to say was pouring out all at once and he couldn’t stop it.

“It’s your power. It’s always been your power.”

He shook his head and laughed, god, All Might’s voice was so quiet, and he just couldn’t think straight, but the words kept flowing, he still had things to say.

“You’re my idol, All Might.” He breathed in. “You were…you were like a dad to me. Did I ever tell you that?” Izuku looked up, teary eyed, waiting for an answer.

All Might smiled. Not the bright 100 watt smile he showed to the masses when he arrived at a scene. Not the awkward cheeky smile he wore when he made a bad joke he knew was bad. It was a soft, gentle smile, like a carer, like a parent. All proud and tender and teary, like it couldn’t decide which one to be.

“I’m glad…”

Izuku’s fingernails dug into All Might’s back, clawing into the cape that he had once stared at in awe. He bit his lip so hard it bled, and it hurt, it hurt, but he needed to keep clinging on, or else All Might would be gone. Because that arms that gripped him had become weaker, and they were slowly, slowly falling from his sides…

“…I met you.”

Izuku looked up, but he couldn’t see All Might’s face properly, it was blurred. His body felt like it was barely holding itself together, and he was drifting away, dreamlike, and All Might was the only thing grounding him here.

Like the final bullet in the hole, a weight landed on his shoulder.

“All Might?”

A wind crashed through the battlefield like an omen, scattering his weakened body. The warmth had disappeared from around him. The arms which had protected him were now lying still by their owner’s side. He felt cold.

“All Might…”

He blinked, and the world was suddenly both in focus and so distant. It wasn’t real. It wasn’t real.

Gone. The lips who had smiled at him like that were now motionless.

Gone. All Might’s head, limp on his shoulder, eyes closed.

The scream that left his body was inhuman.

Time had stopped. The world was like an incessant buzzing, the harsh wind nothing but a dull whisper in the distance, the rain that had started to pour nothing but the tears streaming down his cheeks. His body was being pulled apart, stretched from all sides, but he didn’t feel the burning agony anymore. He was just numb.

He stayed there on the now soaked battlefield in the rubble, unaware of anything. It might have been seconds, or minutes before he moved again.

He had to get back. Kacchan was still alive. It was the only thought that made him move, his body protesting like a rusted engine as he got to his feet. He felt like he was moving through sludge. Each movement was slow and mechanical, his muscles jerking and flailing with the effort. But he got there.

There was still something he had to do, the task All Might had left him and Kacchan with.

The energy of Full Cowl enveloped his legs and arms, and he dragged them, All Might and Kacchan, one on each shoulder. Their bodies scraped along the ground lifelessly like dolls. There was nothing around to help him drag them.

Everything ached. It was only the thought of Kacchan’s still beating heart that kept him going. All Might had said they had to become the hero pair that could take his place, so he had to do it. That was his final wish. His only wish.

Maybe not his only wish. He didn’t know that. What did All Might wish for? What had he been like before he’d taken on the heavy responsibility of being a hero? He only realized now how little he knew about All Might, and now he’d never know. He could list off all his greatest deeds as a hero, his favourite foods, the songs he liked to sing at karaoke, but none of them seemed to matter much now.

Surely he’d had hopes for the future, selfish desires too. Everyone was human, even the greatest hero.

But in the end he’d sacrificed himself for the world, anything he may have wanted didn’t matter. He’d given it all away. His health, his freedom, his time. He couldn’t fall in love, couldn’t run away to travel the world, couldn’t ever stop or crack under the pressure because the eyes of the world were on him. Even as he sacrificed his life to become a hero, he lost his ability to be a hero at all. That relentless drive had doomed him to a life of solitude.

But he’d gained so much too, Izuku knew that now. He hadn’t been a hero for long, but he’d saved enough people now to know what it meant when you saw the moment the person you saved was reunited with a loved one, with family, friends, and the intensity of the relief and joy in their eyes. Even if you could never have a family yourself, never put yourself before others, those grateful smiles on the verge of tears were worth everything. Thank you. Those words were the fuel that could keep you sane even in the weight of pressure and loneliness. He had to believe that, because they were similar, him and All Might.

To be despairing about his fate would be to despair about his own future.

The city was within sight now, darkened and destroyed as it had been, but still standing. Rather like them, really. There were still lights flickering on and off in many of the buildings, like beacons reaching out to them.

Izuku reached out, his hand moving on its own.

They were nearly back.

But nothing would be the same ever again. The last semester of UA would likely be repeated, considering all the chaos that had ensued. But All Might wouldn’t be there to teach them.

He realized, his classmates had been there in the city. How many of them lay dead or injured beyond repair? How many of the places holding his most treasured memories had been destroyed? The park where he had once kicked a ball around with Kacchan, before it had become more complicated. The beach which he had kept spotless up even up until this day. The quiet road home where he had met All Might, when he had told him the words that had freed his. All of it would be covered in ash and rubble.

Maybe he sensed how close they were, felt something in the air that said their long journey was over, because at that moment, Kacchan’s hand twitched in his and his eyes fluttered open.

Izuku knelt down so they were beside each other without letting go of his hand, and searched his face desperately. He was awake, he was…

“Kacchan! Are you-”

“Save the small talk,” he said, his voice barely a rasp. “I’m not fucking fine, obviously.”

“Ah…” Even when he was barely able to breath, Kacchan was still as abrasive as ever. Izuku wanted to laugh, but it stuck in his throat. Kacchan was talking. It was going to be okay. “I suppose so.”

“Hey, Deku.” Kacchan took a ragged breath, and grabbed Izuku’s shirt, pulling his face in so they were eye to eye. “Did we…win?”

His voice was oddly quiet, almost soft enough to be carried away by the wind.

“Yeah.”

“And All Might…he beat them up real good, didn’t he?”

“Yeah.”

“Good…” he said, as if nothing else really mattered. He didn’t say anything, but it felt as though he was staring straight through him, sensing all his sadness. “Let me guess, you saved me in some idiotic way, and that’s why you look so messed up right now.”

“Kacchan…” He felt his lips turning up despite everything. Somehow, Kacchan had this weird way of drawing smiles out of him. “Well, yeah.” He couldn’t lie to Kacchan, he’d see through him right away.

“Idiot.” He sighed. “So All Might’s gone.”

“It’s my fault,” he said. “If I’d been there sooner, he wouldn’t have had to fight so hard and overexerted himself…”

“Stupid nerd, blaming yourself till the end.” He scoffed, and choked, coughing out flecks of blood in his spit. “You’re just trying to find something to blame. Just look at yourself. You look like shit.”

Thanks, Kacchan.

“There’s no way you’d let All Might die without doing everything you could to stop it.”

No, you’ve got it wrong.

He hadn’t been able to save him because it was taking everything to protect Kacchan.

He could make the excuse that All Might had told him to do that, but he knew in the end that suspects that he would have chosen Kacchan anyway.

“He’s gone,” Izuku said. “No matter what excuses I make-”

“So what if he’s gone?” “We’re going to surpass him, aren’t we?”

“Kacchan…” He was trying to be so tough, but the news wasn’t any easier to take for Kacchan than it was for him. Izuku shook his head, making a watery smile despite all that had happened. “You’re crying.”

“Shut up, you’re crying too,” he said. He was deliberately avoiding looking at the body still clenched in Izuku’s other hand.

“That’s not the point…”

They stared at each other, and laughed.

It was so strange, but after all they’d been through, all those layers of frustration and resentment and longing in their relationship felt insignificant. All Might had been the one constant binding their fates together, the one thread that connected them to each other.

Izuku smiled brightly despite himself, and the smile he got in return was enough to make him glow even through all the pain he’d been through.

“I didn’t know you could smile,” Izuku said.

“Learned from the best,” Kacchan said, wiping his face on his sleeve.

“It’s fine, isn’t it?” Izuku said.

“It will be.”

Kacchan’s eyes were glowing with the unmistakable fire of determination, the quality that had drawn Izuku to him in the first place.

As long as he saw those eyes, he thought he could keep running.

“Kacch-”

“Let’s go,” Kacchan said. “They’ll be needing our help for the clean-up. The sooner we find Recovery Girl, the sooner we can get started. Just the kind of job for a joint Symbol of Peace, isn’t it?”

Izuku’s eyes widened. “How did you know?”

“It’s not hard to figure out,” he said as if annoyed at his question. His cheeks tinted ever so slightly crimson, so subtle it could have been the light of the setting sun. “Also, we had a talk. Before the battle.”

“Oh…” So Kacchan had talked privately with All Might about this. It shouldn’t have been a surprise, it wasn’t like Izuku was the only one All Might had provided guidance to.

“I don’t know if it means anything to you,” Kacchan said. “But back in first year, he told me something no one knows about.”

“Really?”

“He used to be friends with Endeavor,” he said.

“No way…but they’re…”

“They hate each other, right? You’d think that, with the way Endeavor acts.” He sighed. “All Might said Endeavor changed, and then…it was too late.”

“Oh no…”

“I think something happened when they both got into UA, and the battle for the top tore them apart. He got what he wanted, and became the ultimate hero, but…he said it was a lonely place, the top.”

Then, it wasn’t just his imagination. How lonely that pose of victory looked. His back turned, his face hidden, but when he turned around there was always a smile there.

“Kacchan? Why are you telling me this now?” It wasn’t as if they could do anything for All Might now.

“He said…he was lonely. So he said that I should never let you become like that.”

He’d been thinking about All Might’s final wish wrong.

It wasn’t just that he complimented Kacchan like they had been born as two halves of a whole, or that their fates were so entwined it was impossible to separate them by now. They weren’t just a pair because they were strong together.

Maybe part of it was that left alone, they were both the type of people who would naturally and willingly take on everything alone and rely on no one. It was lonely, so…he was making sure they would never stand alone.

Izuku wiped his face on his elbow, streaking his face with the dust and grime on it. Now wasn’t the time for crying. They had to make it back. Someone had to tell the story.

The story of the greatest hero who had sacrificed himself for the world. The hero who had given up every breath of his life so that he could save others, and who had worn a smile to inspire others. It was a smile who had touched countless lives, but most of all, it was a smile that shared a dream that he could make the world a better place.

It was the dream that he now carried with Kacchan, a weight he had chosen to bear. The solitude, the joy and hope, and the never ending battle against evil, now All Might could let go of it all.

The torch had been passed, and it was time.

He held Kacchan’s hand in his left, and All Might in his right, and they set off towards the sunset, the top of the hill where the city awaited, together.

#mine #my fic #bakudeku #yeah it's not really a secret this is all might dying angst #but also wonder duo help each other through it?#i cried #and i will cry when it happens in the show #dekuuuuuuu #my writing

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gloriousengineercandy · 3 years

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crazyskirtlady · 2 years

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hey love! can i request something to attract people to learn the craft with me? so we can motivate and grow each other? thank u for all u do! que tus dioses te tengan equilibrio

Stacked Multi-Dataplex matrix code in the style of a quick_response key:

plug it into your digital altar or any other cyber gateways you use to connect to others

use it as a profile picture, avatar or background to instantly activate reciprocate attention to your chosen space

attach it to symbolic circuits to have it generate networks of provoking scalar frequencies

#tumblr requests #metawizard cyber spell hacking #technomancy #morphic data engine #digital hyperplex #you are now god #you are in control of the simulation now

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blackjackkent · 1 month

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So... we are definitely a bit stymied by the fact that our awesome Hammer is utterly useless to us if we can't get into the damn Prism, and under the circumstances, the Emperor probably isn't coming by for more dream sequences. (I did try a long rest just to see, but no dice; this is, however, presumably when my drabble from earlier was set.)

So I think the plan at this point is to head for the Netherbrain and hope a hole to the Astral Prism shows up at some point.

Luckily, we DO know where the Netherbrain entrance is, as we wandered towards it by accident on the way to the fight with Orin, and then the Emperor pointed out the existence of "cranium rats" which are a thing apparently.

They also got a new animation in Patch 6 and "can now stand up on their hind leggies".

(I took this screenshot like four times because more rats kept coming over.)

-----

"They're kind of... cute, in a weird way?" Karlach says doubtfully. "Maybe they want to be friends? Want to catch one, Hec?"

"Normally I would be all for this plan," Hector says dryly. "I think, sadly, our priorities may lie elsewhere at present."

"They are vermin," Lae'zel points out flatly. "And corrupted by ghaik influence. They would make unfit companions."

Karlach clicks her tongue, absently rubbing at her chest as the engine surges. "You are all no fun at all..." she mumbles.

-----

So we're back deep in the caves near the Temple of Bhaal, which is a place Hector would have been happy enough never to come back to.

At the end of the rat-infested dock is a waypoint, labeled "Morphic Pool Dock" and a small, rather rickety-looking boat.

No way out but through.

Oh, god, here we go. O.O;

Narrator: Pristine darkness in every direction.

Narrator: Silence, but for the gentle, rhythmic slap of water on rock as your vessel cuts through.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #bjk writes her own party banter #ahhhhhhhhhh

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sarissophori · 3 years

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Forebode, Chapter 3

The shuttle entered the Wayfarer’s hangar bay and set down. The outer doors closed, and atmosphere displaced the vacuum. After undergoing decontamination, Barrens handed the flight recorder to Hornens in engineering, and Farzen gave his xenological sample to Dr. Han for study, glad to get rid of it.

After a well-earned shower and food ration, Barrens went to C-deck’s rec room to relax, where Varrez and Talgold were also blowing off steam.

“Welcome back” Varrez said.

“Yup” Barrens said. “Pass me a beer, would ya?”

Varrez nodded, handing him a bottle from a dispenser.

“Much appreciated.”

He popped the top and took a swig.

“So, how was it down there?” Talgold said. “The moon, I mean.”

“Cold, barren, lifeless” Barrens said. “A regular graveyard.”

“That bad?” Talgold said. “I only ask because I wanted to go with the next away team, when Captain Hindel schedules it.”

“It’s your typical dirtball, kid. What do you expect it to be?” Barrens said. “And that wreck? Jesus.”

“We heard some of the crew talking about it” Varrez said. “Must’ve been worse actually being in it, though.”

Barrens sighed, then took another swig. “Either of you two done any salvage before?”

Varrez and Talgold shook their heads.

“Well, when I’m not ordering part-time colonials around” he said. “I’m supervising recovery missions for the company. My first salvage was a medium-sized freighter that went missing in the Orion Traverse a few years ago. There was a crack in its radioactive shielding, so the crew abandoned it. By the time we got there, it’d been free-floating for a month; no power, not even auxiliary; the whole ship was pitch-black, and it was only me and two other guys to scout the whole ship, level by level.”

He took a third swig.

“Of course, you don’t really expect anything to happen to you. Not usually. Just a quick check for hull integrity, personal affects, logs, whatever else the company wants, and you’re out before the tugs haul it off; but there’s always something about being alone in a corridor, surrounded by the blackest darkness you’ll ever see, in the middle of space, with only one tiny little light.”

He finished his beer and lobbed it in the trash, the noise surprisingly jarring.

“This was different, though.”

“How so?” Varrez said.

“Has the captain told you guys anything yet?”

“We’ve heard things in passing from the bridge” Talgold said. “But they’ve been pretty hush-hush about it.”

“Without saying too much, then” Barrens said. “Things looked like they took a very bad turn before the end, especially in the lab. There was a…growth, or something, completely calcified, probably since the crash.”

“A growth?” Talgold said.

“If that’s what it was. Dr. Han’s got a little piece of it to play with, so maybe he’ll figure out whatever the hell it is.”

Varrez and Talgold exchanged glances.

“Is it—?”

“Before you ask” Barrens said. “I don’t know anything about it. You got questions? Save’em for the captain or wait for the results.”

“But what if there’s—?”

“Go. Ask. The. Captain. I’ve probably said too much as it is. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna grab another beer, then I’m gonna go to bed. Later.”

Barrens swiped another beer and promptly left, turning a sharp right at the bulkhead for the terminus, his boots thudding on the grating. Varrez and Talgold stared at the door as it closed, feeling suddenly uneasy.

“What was that all about?” Varrez said.

Talgold shrugged, and the two of them sat there for a long time without a word before returning, in uneasy thought, to their stations.

Up in A-deck, Dr. Han was performing several tests on his specimen from the Wanderer when Dr. Walsh entered, standing by the door frame.

“Afternoon.”

“Is it already?” Han said, not breaking his focus.

“That’s what the clock says. Hard to tell otherwise.”

“No kidding.”

Han tapped at a few icons on his tablet, transferring them to his main console.

“What brings you by?”

“Hindel informed me we have a foreign specimen onboard” Walsh said. “As senior medical officer, I thought it prudent to stop in and see it for myself.”

“Can’t admit it’s for your own curiosity, can you?” Han said, his attention now on the console itself.

Walsh stepped forward, approaching the work area to glimpse, at a respectful distance, over the shoulder of his colleague, seeing the many tiny fragments sealed off in pressurized containers, others undergoing a variety of testing.

“Is this it?”

“That’s it” Han said. “Not much to look at really.”

“Anything interesting?”

Han turned his eyes to his tablet again.

“Aside from being organic and carbon-based, most of the other tests are still too early for anything conclusive.”

“Is there a chance of contagion?”

“I don’t think so, considering XH-Ld’s environment, but better safe than sorry.”

“The cornerstone of our professions” Walsh said, looking on, then furrowing his brow.

“Where was this found, exactly?”

“I’m not sure” Han said. “Near the crash, I think. Why?”

“Curious” Walsh said. “I’ll let you get back to your work then.”

Han nodded. “Drop in anytime.”

Captain Hindel was sitting at her desk in her quarters when the door chime rang.

“Enter.”

Dr. Walsh stepped in, hands pressed at his back.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything?”

“Just making arrangements for the next away team” Hindel said. “What can I do for you, doctor?”

“I would like to ask you something” Walsh said. “The, um, specimen; was it found on or near the ship?”

“It was found onboard” Hindel said.

“Where?”

“In the laboratory, covering up a chunk of it, too. We think they had it contained as a sample, until it broke out and grew after the crash.”

“So, it grows and then…just fossilizes? In supposedly its native atmosphere?”

Hindel shrugged. “I don’t know why you’re asking me. Dr. Han’s the go-to guy for anything xeno-related.”

“I was already with him” Walsh said. “He says his tests are still too early to prove anything definitive.”

“Then I don’t know what to tell you” Hindel said. “How about you tell me what it is you’re really concerned with?”

“That’s just it, I don’t know what my concern is” Walsh said. “Only that I have it, and that I feel somewhat foolish for it being based solely on a feeling I can’t shake.”

Hindel smiled. “Join the club. We’ve all been a little jittery since we got here; I’m sure nerves are most of it. We’re a new crew, and this is a first assignment for most of us. Hell, this ship is my first command. When you say you’ve got the jitters on a hunch, I know what you mean –none better.”

“Yes, well, I appreciate your confidence” Walsh said.

“Do you think we need stricter quarantine protocols?” Hindel said.

“No, I’m sure the ones we have are fine” Walsh said. “I guess I just needed to have my vague premonitions noted, is all.”

“Consider them noted” Hindel said. “Anything else on your mind?”

“No, captain, not at the moment. But thank you for lending me your ear.”

Walsh turned to leave.

“Dr. Walsh?”

He stopped and turned.

“I like it when my medical officers come to me with their concerns, no matter how vague. If you have any more, please let me know.”

“Of course, captain, and again, thank you.”

Walsh left, and the doors closed. Hindel returned to her away team roster and a few of her more mundane tasks, including writing another log for her superiors:

< Log 2

Hindel, Laura A. manual report

Mission time: 4,504 .15.07 hours

USC Wanderer discovered on XH-Ld at 15 degrees lt., 45 degrees lg. of north

hemisphere. Ship destroyed beyond short-term salvage. No surviving crew found;

one body identified, buried. Flight recorder recovered. Found xeno-morphic anomaly

onboard, see attachment 1. HUD feeds from SAR team attachment 2. Until further

notified, proceeding with secondary mission objectives.

(attachment 1)

(attachment 2) >

Another chime rang, this time on her console. She tapped on the icon.

“Captain’s quarters.”

“It’s Hornens, ma’am. I’m calling to update you about the recorder.”

“Go ahead.”

“Yeah, here’s the thing about putting it in an escape pod” Hornens said. “By removing it from the ship, it survives the crash. However, it still got knocked around a bit on landing. Now, because it was kept airtight it was spared corrosion, but a lot of data got corrupted anyway, and it’s gonna take a little while to clean up.”

“How long?”

“Hours, maybe” Hornens said. “And that’s with me and Mason working at it around the clock.”

“If you don’t have anything more important to do, I request that you make this a top priority.”

“Can do” Hornens said. “I’ll give you another update when we’ve got something, Hornens out.”

The icon clicked off.

Hindel went back to her away team roster and stared at it, not overthinking, but not blanking out; her mind was in a hazy area between, where intuition was allowed to creep in and make suggestions of its own. After a moment of hesitating on it, she opened a com-link to Sergeant Barrens.

“Barrens reporting.”

“Sergeant, I want you going down with the next away team.”

“Understood” he said. “You expecting trouble? I thought this one was science only.”

“Not your whole team, just you” Hindel said.

“This is an unknown, unexplored world; I don’t anticipate trouble, but if something does happen, I want someone down there who knows what to do in a survival situation.”

“I hear you, ma’am.”

“Good, Hindel out.”

The captain had her next team signed up and ready: geologist Dr. Varrez, xeno-specialist Dr. Han, and junior medial officer Dr. Talgold were selected. Attaching the sergeant to them as a contingency, she formalized the roster and returned to the bridge to help select the next landing site on XH-Ld. Ellson and Tajmaran already had the Wayfarer making topographical scans of the northern hemisphere. Varrez was also there, watching the images unfold across the main display.

“I think it’s safe to say from these readings that the whole crust is mostly a silica-quartzite compound” Varrez said. She then pointed to a specific part of the scan.

“And look here: limestone deposits, lots of them. Maybe it had water on it at some point, at least in these depressions.”

“You know what they say” Hindel said. “Where there’s water, there’s life.”

“And where there’s not, there’s fossils” Ellson said.

“Very funny” Varrez said. “Though not strictly accurate. Actually, several species of bacteria and fungi can live without water for decades, even centuries, or even—”

“Hey, biology nerd” Ellson said. “Another wave of scans coming in.”

“Oh, these look promising.”

Banter and small talk continued through the shift. Hindel caught snippets of it though sat mostly in her own thoughts again, mulling the same tired questions, wondering about the same missing pieces and returning to the same dead ends for answers, nowhere nearer to a sense of closure; where was the Wanderer’s crew? What happened to them? Why did they use one of their escape pods for their flight recorder and not personnel? Was there a mutiny? There was evidence for it, but what was the cause of the crash? Maybe the growth in the lab did have something to do with it. If so, was it a mistake allowing a piece of it onboard her own ship? She sank deeper in, losing track of both time and site results.

“Captain?” Ellson said, breaking her concentration.

“Yes, ensign?”

“We’re getting strange readings not far from the Wanderer, near the highlands by the dune sea.”

Hindel sat up from her slouching posture. “Bring it up on display.”

Scans of the area in question pinpointed a location where metallic signatures were pinged; a wide, deep valley currently obscured by dust blowing down from the mountains.

“Analysis shows traces of titanium-like composites and other unidentified metals” Tajmaran said, overlooking the same stats and furrowing his brow.

“Very dense, highly structured. They don’t match anything on file.”

“Any guesses, Dr. Varrez?” Hindel said.

“Yours are as good as mine” Varrez said. “I’ve never seen anything close to this composition. It looks almost artificial.”

“Artificial?” Hindel said, catching everyone’s attention. A charge of electricity swept the bridge crew, and they spun around in their chairs.

“Wait, really?” Komev said.

“Are you serious?” Ellson said.

Tajmaran stared at her, intrigued.

“I can’t make a definite statement either way without having a physical sample to study first, of course” Varrez said, immediately distancing herself from her words.

“All I meant to say was that these types of atomic structures are rare to find in nature –not unheard of, but rare, and surprising.”

“Or” Ellson said. “We could be dealing with something intelligently made.”

“I’d rather rule out all other possibilities before jumping to that conclusion” Varrez said, almost defensively.

Ellson shrugged.

“I’m just saying, why beat around the bush like this, when it could be?”

“Because you’re not the one with a science background?” Komev said.

“Like I need a degree to tell the difference between a rock and a hunk of stainless steel.”

“Some people do.”

Ellson smirked.

“If I needed one for example, I’d just pull out the lump of coal in your chest where your heart should’ve been, Komev.”

“Stow it you two” Hindel said. “You’re both flight officers, now act like it.”

“Yes ma’am” they said, turning to face their stations. Tajmaran shook his head, feeling the mood effectively killed. Varrez wondered if she should have even made the remark at all.

“That being said” she said at length. “The possibility of it is worth checking out. Are any of the other sites as promising to you, captain?”

“Well, let’s see” Hindel said, scrolling quickly through the candidates to familiarize herself, unwilling to admit she spent most of their shift staring off.

“Many of these are geologically promising, but since this one has proved so controversial, it’s probably best to get it out of the way first.”

“Agreed” Varrez said. “When will the shuttle be ready?”

“It’s currently on standby” Hindel said. “I’ll give you and your team twenty minutes to prepare. Will that be enough time, doctor?”

“Plenty” Varrez said. “I’ll get ready right now.”

Varrez left with an air of excitement, moving swiftly past the pressure doors. Hindel got up and made to leave as well.

“Ensign Tajmaran, you have the bridge.”

“Uh, me, ma’am?” he said.

“That’s what I said.”

Ellson spun to face her.

“With all due respect ma’am, I’m the senior flight officer.”

“You are” Hindel said. “But neither you or Komev were becoming of your ranks, and that pissed me off; ergo, Ensign Tajmaran has the bridge.”

Ellson and Komev glanced at each other. Tajmaran let out a low sigh, drumming his fingers on his console.

“Oh boy.”

“I won’t be long” Hindel said. “If you have any trouble, I’ll be in my quarters.”

#story #sci fi #science fiction #horror #forebode #sarissophori

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koshimoshicorgi · 5 years

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~The Beginning~ (The one for the GROOM) (Chapter 1)

Lucy Park~ POV~

"September 17, 2013

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: TIP / Illegal Activity at Murkoff Psychiatric Systems

You don't know me. Have to make this quick. They might be monitoring

I did 2 weeks of software consult at MURKOFF Psychiatric Systems' facilities in Mount Massive. All sorts of NDA's I am very much breaking right now but seriously, fuck those guys.

Terrible things happening there. Don't understand it. Don't believe half the things I saw. Doctors talking about dream therapy going too deep, finding something that had been waiting for them in the mountain. People are being hurt and Murkoff is making money.

It needs to be Exposed."

The door opens and I quickly turn everything off and Mr Langerman the guard at Murkoff asylum probably the only guard I like in this place but he has to understand that there is some what an evil in this place, they are doing experiments on the patients and they are meant to make them more sane than there are but they are only loosing the sanity by the experiments.

anyway Mr Langerman says that I've been paged Six times I thought it was less but I guess I was so caught up in my email to a journalist to expose Murkoff.

I walk slowly pass the scientists in their little groups of two or three and I wouldn't even call them scientists they are more like the patients but probably worse, I continue to walk and think to myself what would happen if they found out that I'm a fly basically they will probably fire me shit I need to keep this job so I can feed the boys and Waylon Park my husband he will probably be so mad if I got fired or something but my main question is why do we have a female ward when there is no female patients and I am the only female here in this facility which is odd but I don't really think that much about it.

I'm here at my destination to the computer room where Dr. Wanaki needs me and I over heard him say if Mrs Park isn't here in fifteen seconds I am going to fire her so I hurried and sat in my seat like a good girl then I got on the computer and typed in the codes I need to access this thing but Dr. Wanaki never said what it was for.

As I was using the computer typing what I needed too there was this guy the guards brought in the record said 'Eddie Gluskin- 45' he seemed to be struggling against the Guards , I felt bad for him I felt really bad for a psychopath well who knows maybe he's perfectly normal no one knows.

I finish my work and leave but I stop and Dr. Wanaki places his hand upon my shoulder and I look down lookin at my feet feeling so guilty that I couldn't help.

He says to me " Don't expect anything but honesty in the report " Which gave the hint of my being fired.

I walk slowly to the room I was in with my laptop but I look down on the floor at this symbol I've never noticed until now I have no clue what it is but must be something to do with the facility it's self.

I walk over to the room and notice the door is slightly open when I closed it, I open it carefully and walk in with my guard up but Mr. Bloom surprise me and Mr. Langerman the gaurd who I trusted came and pushed me to the ground as I stumble trying to catch my self Mr. Blaire goes "A Borrowed laptop, A fire wall and An onion router can't stop the facility tracking down Fleas" I was scared but something happen that I didn't even expect "That was stupid Mrs. Park even crazy" Mr. Blaire said with a tone, "Did you hear that Mr. Langerman".

" I believe Mrs park here volunteer to be committed ".

All I could do was sit there on the floor crying, sobbing softly, " Mr langerman did I just hear the Lucy Park also volunteer to the morphic engine ".

" I believe she did Mr Blaire"

Mr Blaire threw my laptop to the floor and the gaurds came other and beated me they said it was Medicine I guess they where right because I don't remember what happened after Mr Langerman kicked me on the face.

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101 Goa Trance Masters Hits 2015 DJ Mix [msclvr.co/tc508] by 101 Dance Hits (Official) 101 Goa Trance Masters Hits DJ Mix 2015 [101 Dance Hits] iTunes: www.www.msclvr.co/tc508 Spotify: www.sptfy.com/Trg Amazon: www.amzn.to/1ZgMohF Google Play: www.goo.gl/A567CF 101 Dance Hits collaborating with Spiral Trax, Goa Rec, Ovnimoon Rec, and Timewarp and powered by Geomagnetic Label Group. Released: 2015 Genre: Electronic Style: Goa Trance Tracklist 1 Goa Trance Masters Hits 2015 (1Hr DJ Mix) 2 Nova Fractal - Lost Souls 3 Tottem - Natural Mystic 4 Lectro Spektral Daze - 25th Century Technology 5 Ajna & Goalien - The Only Way to Fly 6 Cactus Arising - Sand Inspiration 7 Ubar Tmar - Cosmodrome (Astro-D Rmx) 8 Project Redux - Night Hunter 9 20 12 - The Fat Man 10 Omnivox - Silent Sweeper 11 Sound Philoso Therapy - Apollo20 12 Psychowave - Supernova (Rmx) 13 Ajna - Search for the Divine 14 Screwloose & Lunar Dawn - Sunspots 15 Nostromosis - Space Tribe of Siberia 16 Sonic Elysium & Dgivash - Moola Mantra 17 01 N & Te Tuna - Goa Trippers 18 California Sunshine - Alala (Astro-D Rmx) 19 Siam & Nova Fractal - Inside the Vortex 20 Trinodia - Ms2k (Rmx) 21 Ion Vader & Root - Ajjna 22 Oxi - Haunted Dreams 23 Somnesia - Wind Melody 24 Anumana & Nostromosis - Circle in the Fields 25 Psylotropic - My Revolution 26 Nostromosis - Kali-Yuga 27 Omnivox - Silent Sweeper (Cactus Arising Rmx) 28 Tottem - The Yogis 29 Ajna - Speaking to God 30 Project Redux - Fill My Mind 31 Tottem - Ottan 32 Sound Philoso Therapy - Ancient Shrine 33 Lectro Spektral Daze - Totally Frictionless Surface 34 Psy H Project - Precession of the Universe (Sonic ElysiumRmx) 35 Fractal Vivisection - Tachyon 36 Bell Size Park - The Shroom Hunt 37 20 12 - The Shepherd 38 Trinodia - Rusty Rites 39 Tottem - Vishnu 40 20 12 - Maggots 41 Lectro Spektral Daze - Speechless 42 Etnica - Lunar Contact (Astro-D Rmx) 43 Tottem - Buddhas from the Past Present and the Future 44 Project Redux - The Lost Art 45 Lectro Spektral Daze - Cold Sun 46 Project Redux - Neverspace 47 Trinodia - Human History (Nova Fractal Rmx) 48 Sound Philoso Therapy - Compassion 49 Lectro Spektral Daze - Mysticism in a Bottle 50 Tottem - Resor 51 Project Redux - Chinese Sunrise 52 Sound Philoso Therapy - Sunset-Set 53 Lectro Spektral Daze - The Third Eye 54 Cactus Arising - Night Fractals 55 Arronax - Lightning Bolt 56 Psylotropic - Ancient Dreams 57 Lectro Spektral Daze - Infinite Number of Steps 58 Omnivox - Silent Sweeper (Nova Fractal Rmx) 59 Ajna - Follow the Signs 60 Cactus Arising - Star Storm 61 Nova Fractal - Perplexed (Fiery Dawn Rmx) 62 Cactus Arising - Between Our Galaxy 63 01 N - Ain Soph Aur 64 Tottem - Dance of the Winds 65 Cactus Arising - D.I.Y. 66 Omnivox - Silent Sweeper (Lectro Spektral Daze Rmx) 67 Nova Fractal - Perplexed (Cactus Arising Rmx) 68 Cactus Arising - Transfer at the Speed of Light 69 Sound Philoso Therapy - Exotic Lagoon 70 Omneon - Sirius 71 01 N - Acid Experiment 72 Cactus Arising - Opposite Spinning 73 Nova Fractal - Perplexed (Omneon Rmx) 74 Nostromosis - Jess Inspace 75 Cactus Arising - Moon + Sun 76 Ion Vader - Trip to Nowhere 77 Anumana - Spring Vibrations 78 01 N - Teonanacatl 79 Nova Fractal - Common Cold (Dense Denso Rmx) 80 Illuminator - Celestial Engineering 81 Ion Vader - For Deg 82 Nova Fractal - Naga 83 Koatl - Tribute to Goa Trance 84 Sound Philoso Therapy - Eclipse of the Moon in June (Rmx) 85 Spectrum, Ion Vader & Voodoo Tribe - Rebirthday 86 Ajna - The All Seeing Eye 87 Fractal Vivisection - Molecular Instability 88 Morphic Resonance - Neutrino 89 Goa Tree - Hide & Clap (Morphic Resonance Rmx) 90 Trinodia - Groove It Up 91 20 12 - Inner Truth 92 Tottem - Secret Society 93 Ajna - Be Yourself 94 01 N - Incubus 95 Ajna - The Age of Reason 96 Sound Philoso Therapy - Glowing Mist 97 01 N - Proliferation 98 Sonic Elysium & Sorrowmurk - Echoes 99 Psysutra - OamPower 100 Ajna - Come Back to Reality 101 01 N - Tri-Sight http://bit.ly/2QwI6EO http://bit.ly/2wrHQ0I http://www.twitter.com/101DanceHits http://www.youtube.com/user/101DanceHitsOfficial

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