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[chromexyz]

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[the-mad-bird-diaries]

📚“Books are letters in bottles, cast into the waves of time, from one person trying to save the world to another.”―This Is How You Lose the Time War We all have our favorite genres, authors, and series. But sometimes we do like to have something new - unusual, unique, refreshing. I finished 3 books that are perfect for this category this year and still haven't shared with you the reviews. So, it's time. * Piranesi by S.Clarke It’s a unique book, with an interesting mysterious setting. And the writing style gives us the vibe of a scientific journey in the magical world. The first part of the book was a little bit slow, but I liked some small details and a positive mood. I enjoyed the rest of the book a lot, the balance between secrets and clues was perfect. It was so engaging. The conclusion left me with a mix of emotions, I'm not sure it has a right mood for me. But in terms of literature experience, it was a refreshing one. * Dark Matter by B.Crouch I liked the concept of the main plot and some twists were rather intriguing. I think it's a book you need to dive into not reading a synopsis and reviews, because the more unexpected the events, the better the effect of the book. I liked how B.Crouch built the story in the novel, even though some moments were predictable for me. The book is nicely written and speaks about the important themes in a new way. * This Is How You Lose the Time War by A.El-Mohtar and M.Gladstone This one was the most extraordinary of the three. Half of this book is an epistolary novel, it is a refreshing style by itself. But the events of the book, the language, the manner, and the plot are also so unique. It's a beautiful book, nice and unexpected in many ways. None of these books got 10/10 from me or became my favorite, just because they're not my preferred genres or styles. But it was the point. And I loved the process and experience. ✨“May your Paths be safe, your Floors unbroken and may the House fill your eyes with Beauty.”―Susanna Clarke, Piranesi https://www.instagram.com/p/CdYbRhPoOg1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[warbra]

Star Skipper Chapter 1: Arrival

The hard plastic seats of the transport vessel never felt quite right to me. My parents were both in major positions back home on the colony world of Atlantis, meaning that I got used to the underwater trams of the world. The trams however had the same plastic seating as the starliner I was on. They were cheap-feeling things like you could break them by just sitting on them the wrong way, and most of them had little cushioning removed or so worn in from years of mistreatment that they were the equivalent of a hard square of impacted foam. I brought out My datapad, trying to find a comfortable position to read the messages and books I had saved on it before departing from home.

Being a recent graduate student from the University of Tuition Beau, like so many of my colleagues was now off to find a job, however, a bachelor’s in historical preservation of Media and historical artifacts doesn’t get you very far these days. Fortunately for him, or unfortunately depending on how Beau felt on any particular day, my father knew many people out in the commonwealth who would be willing to give little Beau a job. However, he did not expect to return home one night from an evening of drinking and celebrating to be told by my father that he would be shipped across human space to work as a subcontractor for a small shipping company.  And what stung the most to me, was that my father had already bought the tickets for the transport he found himself on now, fighting off sleep deprivation and that damn plastic chair.

“Attention all passengers,” came a squeak from the pa system above “this is your captain speaking. We will be approaching the Deux Drive Yards in approximately 30 minutes, we will be exiting our jump here within the next five minutes, please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for deceleration. Thank you.” Beau couldn’t help but let out a groan, Space travel naturally made him uneasy. He couldn’t tell if it was a feeling that if something went wrong he would perish within a few moments or how the Jumps of the ship simply turned my stomach upside down. Either way, it felt strange to me, he grew up dealing with rocky waves and the constant fear of a mechanical failure causing water to crash down upon him, either way, he quickly refastened my seatbelt and looked out the tiny reinforced window at the galaxy moving at speeds he could not comprehend. Small transport ships like the one he was on had operated for many years and could take widely different times to travel between systems, the travel between New Atlantis to the Deux Systems took about 2 weeks in total, however, it was originally going to be only 10 days. Thankfully however he only had to share a room with a businessman who was much more interested in selling him the idea of mining company's shares than conversing like a normal person.

As the ship began to drop out of its jump he could see the space outside the window go from a blinding white light back to a more spotted black color that he was so used to seeing back home. Slowly the ship decelerated and began to maneuver so that the passengers on the starboard side could see the final destination. As the sip rolled the system began to come into view, a series of balls of gas orbiting the Type B blue star. And sitting there in about the middle of the system lay the crown of the system The blazing hot desert of Deux, and surrounding that the famous Deux drive yards. Unlike most of the Shipyards back in UN-controlled space the drive yard was gargantuan. Several dozen rings orbited the planet, split into 4 different orbiting distances with each distance holding a different purpose. While Beau was still upset that he was here now, he couldn’t help but smile like a kid, to him the orbiting drive yard reminded him of a big rubber band ball. “beauty ain’t she” The man who was sharing the room with beau finally said. “No matter how many times I come back here I'm always dumbstruck by her like I was that first time.” “Yeah, you could say that '', Beau said, enamored by how advanced the colonies were compared to back home. “Never been planetside myself, but the DDY is all you really need when you come here. She has everything you could ever need from high-mark restaurants to entire shopping centers, heck if I remember last time I was here right I walked past a used ship dealership” The man said, not knowing if Beau was listening. As the ship begins to approach both Beau and the man’s jaws drop upon seeing one of the crown jewels of the Commonwealth, the behemoth. This ship lived up to her name, 30 kilometers long, and was designed to kill by the number of guns visible on the ship.

The intercom crackled to life and brought both Beau and the man back to reality as the captain’s voice came through. “Attention passengers, we have been given docking clearance for Deux Drive Yards Docking bay C-41, we will be docking in approximately 5 minutes, local time is 20:35 GMT, 31:35 PLT. We hope you enjoyed your trip with Trans-Light Transport solutions. The seatbelt sign finally came off, meaning that Beau could finally grab my belongings and leave soon. Fortunately for him, he only brought two duffle bags and a personal carry bag for both my datapad and journal. After a few minutes of checking for the rest of my personal belongings, he may have left; he both heard and felt the unmistakable sound of the ship finally docking with the station, meaning he could finally leave. 

While not the type to be rude, Beau still left as soon as he was allowed. Being stuck with only old videos and the same person as the only form of contact for 2 weeks did its toll on him and he made my way to the airlock without even saying goodbye to the man who he had become so fibular. As I made my way to the airlock the air started to smell less recycled than it has the past few days, still not like fresh air, but very close to it. As the fight attendants helped people with the gangplank I felt my stomach drop again, not from how I was going from one gravity generator to another onboard the station, but the fact that I would now need to find both the company my father had shackled me to for the next 5 years, as well as the ship, which meant I needed to deal with a whole new group of people. I was barely able to survive being close to the man I shared the room with, I feared having to deal with a crew now. As I took my first steps on the station segment, I went from having a bad feeling in my gut, to being downright terrified.

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[sarthaksengupta]

Half-Eaten Apple

15 Jast, 1429 C.Y.

 Archaeologists have recently unearthed a new site near the city of Sen Gabareria in the midst of the barren plateau of Alucandra. The site has been described as a “concrete jungle” by archaeologists, with massive amounts of concrete and metallic rods found at the location. Experts think that this used to be a major city of the creatures of the old world and was most possibly a bustling hub of industry or trade. Several buildings have been found which seem to have been the workplaces and schools of humans, who most possibly abandoned them around 2781 A.D. or 3022 B.C.Y.

An interesting discovery in the city, named Conmeton by archaeologists, is that of several metal plates, mostly rectangular in frame with rounded corners. What’s noteworthy is that most of these metal plates seem to have a carving of a half-eaten apple on them. Experts suggest that this was possibly a deity of the humans, or an emblem of one of their Gods. The deity of the half-eaten apple seems to have been the deity of work and education, as the bigger plates were found in clusters inside the broken buildings used supposedly for the same purposes. It is being theorised that the deity’s image was carved into the metal plates to invoke the blessings of the God of Work and Education. The metal plates themselves also seem to have been essential instruments of the work and school life of the humans, with them being heavily dependent on them for their day-to-day activities.

Additionally, smaller tablets with the carving of the half-eaten apple have also been found throughout Conmeton. These plates have much lesser dimensions than the ones found in heaps at the suspected workplaces and schools, but are more widely found scattered throughout the city in ruins. These smaller tablets, termed ‘Enop’, are of different sizes and have varying number of holes in the upper-left corner. Archaeologists think that the enops were good-luck charms which everyone carried with them all the time. The size of these enops and the number of holes on them were possibly related to the social and economic status of the humans, with wealthier people having larger enops with more holes. The enop carried by a person may also have served as an identification token of the person and may have been indicative of the person’s power in the society – people with smaller, less-holed enops were supposedly subservient to those having larger more-holed versions.

An alternative idea about the carving of the half-eaten apple states that apples were miraculous fruits, granting higher cognitive abilities and physical prowess, and were hence central to the humans of the bygone era. This theory, proposed by Prof. Chim Paze, has quickly gained a lot of support by archaeologists and historians around the world. Prof. Chim Paze, hailing from the oldest family of the world, also suggests that while the larger plates found at the workplaces might have been actually used for work purposes, the enops were possibly used to store the fruit. A larger enop meant greater storage capacity, while the number of holes possibly signified the quality of the apples that could be stored in it, with higher quality apples needing more holes, in which case he suggests that the holes might have had some component in them which helped preserve the fruit. He further hypothesizes that humans, after finding out the great potential of the fruit, might have resorted to overconsumption to be more productive, and it is this same overconsumption which led to their ultimate demise as their bodies could not withstand the long-term effects of heightened powers granted by the fruit. However, the credibility of this theory cannot be proved outright due to the extinction of the fruit along with humans.

The discovery has opened up new roads to our knowledge about the ancient world and will possibly be extremely valuable in our learning about the humans. We might also be able to bring back some of the ancient technologies developed by them which are now lost to time. The world holds its breath.

- Sarthak.

Question for readers : Which animal is currently ruling this world devoid of humans?

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[marianneattie]

2. The Last Flash News

AFUNKALYPSE

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[obliviousobie]

Comic Concept Art

A few designs I’ve sketched up for concepts I’d like to write and illustrate at some point.

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[ivanammanda]

The Bulb in the Castle - the poem

The Bulb in the Castle – the poem

Far away in the land of the mountains A young man had a castle standing tall Among the mountains Within it’s pillars was a bulb A bulb that gave light to the entire castle The light was so brightIt could reach every corner of the Castle The Bulb gave the young man strength, courage To pursue all his worldly and heavenly desires All day all night With no darkness whatsoever in the…

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[monicdzej]

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[grifrift]

CEĻOTĀJS - 1

"Es atskārtu, ka arvien vairāk spēlēju citplanētieša lomu."

Jons Lombergs,

mākslinieks, NASA grupas dalībnieks

"Uz katru Zelta platē iekļauto skaņdarbu pasaulē ir vēl tūkstotis tikpat cienīgu mūzikas gabalu"

Timotijs Ferris,

producents, NASA grupas dalībnieks

Aizdomājieties uz mirkli, ja jums tiktu dots neparasts uzdevums - sagatavot sūtījumu citplanētiešiem ar mērķi iepazīstināt viņus ar Zemi, ko jūs tajā iekļautu? Lai padarītu šo uzdevumu sarežģītāku, jums tiek dots tikai 1 disks un 6 mēneši laika.

Kā lai izvēlas labāko no visas cilvēces gadu tūkstošiem krātās bagātības? Grūtāk kā atsijāt zelta graudiņus no smiltīm raktuvēs. Turklāt, ņemiet vērā, ka jums jābūt īpaši uzmanīgam - pēc iespējas jāizvairās no divdomīgiem vēstījumiem, ko varētu traktēt kā agresīvus. Visticamāk, jūs negribētu izraisīt starpplanētu karu un pakļaut dzimto planētu briesmām. Tātad, kara ainas, ieroču attēlus, reliģisko, politisko saturu svītrojam ārā. Vai nē? Kurš gan zina, kādu informāciju mūsu saprāta brāļi varētu uzskatīt par naidīgu. Gribot negribot jums jāuzņemas absurda loma - domāt kā citplanētietim, paskatīties uz mūsu planētu no malas. Tieši šāds uzdevums no NASA puses tika dots astronomam Karlam Sagānam un viņa komandai. Vai viņi ar to veiksmīgi tika galā? Iespējams, kādreiz uzzināsim. Mums tikai jāsagaida, kad Voyager - 1* sasniegs kādu adresātu.

*Voyager (ceļotājs) - 1 ir kosmiskais aparāts, kurš paredzēts Saules sistēmas ārējo planētu un starpplanētu vides pētīšanai, viens no Voyager programmas aparātiem. Tas tika palaists 1977. gada 5. septembrī un joprojām darbojas. Voyager 1 pārlidoja Jupiteru un Saturnu un bija pirmais aparāts, kurš ieguva detalizētus šo planētu pavadoņu attēlus. Voyager 1 ir pagaidām vistālāk no Zemes esošais cilvēku veidotais aparāts. 2012.gada augustā Voyager 1 pirmo reizi kosmosa pētījumu vēsturē pameta Saules sistēmu. 2022. gada augustā kosmiskais aparāts atradās vairāk kā 157 AU (23,5 miljardi km) attālumā no Zemes. Ik gadu tas attālinās par 539 miljoniem km. Voyager - 1 nes sūtījumu citplanētiešiem. Mākslinieks Jons Lombergs kopā ar astronomu Karlu Sagānu un vēl dažiem citiem cilvēkiem ietilpa NASA grupā, kura sagatavoja Voyager aparātā ievietoto vēstījumu. Tas bija veidots kā zelta disks, kurā iekodēja dažus Zemes un uz tās esošo dzīvības formu attēlus, vispārēju zinātnisko informāciju, ANO ģenerālsekretāra un ASV prezidenta uzrunas, sveiciena tekstu piecdesmit valodās, vaļu saucienus, bērna raudas, viļņu krākšanu, skūpsta skaņas, klasiskās u.c. mūzikas ierakstus.

Kādā Ņujorkas centra kafejnīcā valdīja ierastā pēcpusdienas kņada. Daudziem darba diena bija galā un gaisā virmoja smiekli, čalas un pacilāts noskaņojums. Vērīgs apmeklētājs, ienākot pa durvīm īpaši izceltu kādu trijotni šķietami vienlīdz dzīvajā sociālajā vidē. Tumšākajā stūrī pie galdiņa sēdēja trīs vīri un azartiski žestikulēja. Viņu acis kvēloja kā ogles, kājas nepacietīgi sita takti pret grīdu. Ik pa laikam atskanēja kāds jaudīgāks vārds, kurš spēja pārvarēt skaļo fonu.

"Domubiedri, kas apspriež kādu savu kaislīgu aizraušanos,"

nodomātu vērīgais apmeklētājs un nekļūdītos. Stūra galdiņu bija ieņēmuši NASA radošās grupas dalībnieki, kas strādāja pie kopīga projekta - Karls Sagāns, Jons Lombergs un Timotijs Ferrijs. Karls, kalsns vīrietis ap 40, maigiem, smalkiem sejas vaibstiem un Bītlu frizūru, bēšīgā profesora žaketē, šķiet uzdeva diskusijas toni:

"Tim, kā tev iet ar Džonu Lenonu, vai izdosies piesaistīt viņu projektam?"

"Diemžēl, ne, viņš jau dodas atpakaļ uz Apvienoto Karalisti, tomēr viņš man deva dažus vērtīgus padomus un piedāvāja sava ierakstu speciālista Džimmija Lovina pakalpojumus."

Dedzīgi atbildēja eleganti ģērbies, ar izteiksmīgu pieri, spēcīgu zodu un lielām acīm apveltītais producents.

"Ak, tad tā? Tomēr tas arī ir kaut kas. Labi pastrādāts, vecīt! Kā mums tagad iet ar rietumu klasisko mūziku?"

"Esam finiša taisnē - pievienojām trīs Baha un divas Bēthovena kompozīcijas. Gadījumā, ja ieraksts nonāk pie kādām būtnēm bez dzirdes - tās vismaz varētu saprast šos darbus, izmantojot matemātikas metodes - šajā ziņā skaņdarbi ir pateicīgi, tie ir simetrijas pilni. Taču problēmas sagādā ierakstu iegūšana no Austrālijas, PSRS un  Zālamanu salām. Piegādes kavējas."

"Būs okei, ar to tiksim galā, laiks vēl ir. Man jums arī ir ko pastāstīt. Šodien bija saruna ar NASA kolēģiem. Nācās ar visām četrām aizstāvēt Čaka Berija “Johnny B. Goode” iekļaušanu. Viens pat nosauca to par pusaudžu mūziku. Un ziniet, ko es atbildēju? Ka uz planētas Zeme ir pa pilnam pusaudžu, tādēļ būtu loģiski atstāt kripatiņu vietas uz diska arī viņu elkam."

"Bravo, trāpīgi teikts, Karl!"

Sarunā iesaistījās Jons - klasiski skaists, jauns vīrietis tumši brūnām, smejošām dienvidnieka acīm, garu taisnu degunu un ļoti dzīvu sejas mīmiku.

"Starp citu, es jau redzu finiša taisni savam darbam. Esmu ticis skaidrībā ar metodi, kā ierakstu platē iekodēt attēlus. Pie reizes gribu uzjautāt - ko esat izlēmuši darīt ar vaļa "dziesmu" - liksiet to dabas skaņu sadaļā vai pie valodām?"

"Mīļā miera labad nolēmām atstāt pie abām. Kas zina, varbūt šo milzīgo zīdītāju ūjināšana ārpuszemes radījumiem liksies daudz saprotamāka par cilvēku dialektiem..."

Domīgi atteica Karls.

Voyager-1 zonde cilvēka prātam neaptveramā ātrumā urbās cauri kailajam visumam. Saules sistēma bija tālu aiz muguras, mazo lidaparātu ieskāva neomulīgais starpzvaigžņu plašums. Ja Ceļotājs-1 spētu just, tas būtu šokēts par to, cik neizsakāmi smeldzīga vientulība valda šajā nekurienē! Zondes dienas bija skaitītas. Tās radioizotopu termoelektriskais ģenerators bija knapi dzīvs. Drīz, pavisam drīz šis tālā kosmosa izpētes pionieris zaudēs spēju sūtīt radiosignālus. Tas pārvērtīsies par vēl vienu no triljoniem meteorītu, kas bezmērķīgi šķērso izplatījumu, tiesa gan ar meteorītiem netipisku saturu. Ja vien...

"Ūuutirlili-dzing-dong-ding, Ūuutirlili-dzing-dong-ding!"

"Tililili-din-din-din? Es klausos, lūdzu, ziņo, kas tev sakāms."

Kāda caurspīdīga želejveidīga būtne melodiski iedziedājās. Tās galerta ķermenis atradās nepārtrauktā ritmiskā kustībā. Četras no sešām milzīgajām gliemežvāka formas ausīm bija aprīkotas ar komunikācijas audio ierīcēm.

"Godātais Ūuutirlili-dzing-dong-ding, es dzirdu kādu signālu. Tas ir ļoti vājš, tomēr jūtami disonē ar zvaigžņu, planētu un citu kosmosa ķermeņu dziesmām. Tas nav pārāk tālu. Mēs varētu izmest nelielu līkumu. Ko teiksiet?"

"Du-do-di-du-du!"

Sajūsmā apstiprinoši iedungojās Ūuutirlili-dzing-dong-dings. Viņa iekšējie orgāni sāka trīcēt milzīgai medūzai līdzīgā rumpī. Tas liecināja par vadoņa ārkārtēju interesi un nepacietību. Kā gan citādi? Pirmo reizi savā kosmonauta-veterāna karjerā viņš saskārās ar ko tik nebijušu. Signāls, kas neiekļaujas visuma skaņu simfonijā? Tas nevar būt!

Drīz vien visa citplanētiešu kuģa ekipāža kā pamirusi baudīja J.S. Baha skaņdarbu no „Labi temperētā klavesīna” – Prelūdiju un fūgu C-Dur, tad pārslēdzās uz Mocarta "Burvju flautu". Taču kulminācija tika sasniegta, kad kuģa kristāldzidrās skandas pilnā skaļumā sāka spēlēt rokenrolu. Čaka Berija lipīgais, dinamiskais meldiņš "Johny B Goode" pilnībā pārņēma svešās rases pārstāvjus savā varā. Neko tādu viņi vēl nebija dzirdējuši. Viņu maigie, glumie taustekļi konvulsīvi raustījās svētlaimes ekstāzē. Iekšas vibrēja, ausis bija sasprindzinātas līdz maksimumam. Nez ko teiktu nelaiķis dziesmas autors, ja viņam būtu iespēja vērot, cik azartiski pie viņa mūzikas dejo par cilvēkiem saprātīgākas medūzas.

Pārējā Zelta diska dati "kosmosa medūzām" nebija saprotami. Viņus interesēja vienīgi audio informācija. Šī rase uztvēra pasauli tikai ar skaņām, tādēļ nav brīnums, ka visi kā viens bija melomāni. Telpā viņi orientējās līdzīgi kā sikspārņi. Kad Voyager plate jau bija nodrillēta līdz nelabumam un dancot vairs nebija nekādas jaudas,  Ūuutirlili-dzing-dong-dings pasludināja sapulci, kurā galvenais temats bija noskaidrot ekipāžas viedokli par Voyager-1 dzimtās planētas apmeklējumu. Visi bez izņēmuma nobalsoja "par".

Uz "medūzu" raķetes klāja valdīja trauksme un haoss. Nabaga želejķermeņi agonijā vārtījās pa grīdu un centās ar saviem taustekļiem aizspiest visas savas ausis. Šis uzdevums gan bija neizpildāms, jo daba šīm neparastajām būtnēm bija devusi sešas ausis, taču tikai četrus taustekļus.

"Tililili-din-din-din, kas notiek? Kas šī par briesmīgo kakofoniju?"

Ūuutirlili-dzing-dong-dings sačokurojies no sāpēm ausīs knapi izdvesa mikrofonā.

"Godātais vadoni, es uztvēru pirmos satelīta signālus no zilās planētas, kas ir mūsu galamērķis, un nolēmu tos atskaņot. Pēc tā, ko mēs atklājām zondē, es nebiju domājis dzirdēt ko tik šausminošu. Viņi to sauc par repu. Es ļoti atvainojos, tūlīt izslēgšu."

"Ak, tā? Tad izskatās, ka mums te nav ko darīt. Civilizācija ar tādu mūziku ir pagrimusi un lemta drīzai bojāejai. Tililili-din-din-din, atzīmē šo planētu drošo maršrutu katalogā kā sevišķi bīstamu un pievieno īpaši stingru ceļošanas aizliegumu."

"Klausos, godātais Ūuutirlili-dzing-dong-ding. Lūgšu vēl mirklīti jūsu uzmanības. Mēs uztvērām vēl kādu signālu, kas ir ļoti līdzīgs tam, ko dzirdējām diskā. Šķiet, ka tas nāk no planētas okeāna. Ja nemaldos, to rada citas būtnes, kas apdzīvo šīs planētas ūdeņus."

Ūuutirlili-dzing-dong-dings mirkli vilcinājās ar atbildi. Viņš vēlējās pēc iespējas ātrāk pamest šo vietu ar maksimālo paātrinājumu.

"Labs ir, atskaņo to. Tikai ātri!"

Viņš beidzot izlēma. Kuģa skaļruņus piepildīja Zemes lielākā zīdītāja neatkārtojamā dziesma. "Medūzas" atbrīvoja savas ausis no taustekļiem un lēnām piecēlās no grīdas. Kādu brīdi visi klausījās sastinguši. Kad ieraksts aprāvās, "medūzu" vadonis vēlreiz uzrunāja savu palīgu mikrofonā:

"Tililili-din-din-din, veic, lūdzu, nelielus labojumus drošo maršrutu katalogā. Atzīmē atgādinājumu apmeklēt šo zemi pēc miljons gadiem. Var gadīties, ka šai planētai būs vēl viena iespēja."

#story #sci-fy #science fiction #humour #music

[the-breath-in-air]

Something that makes Farscape feel so bonkers (in a good way) is how they take an idea and just keep extrapolating from that to get every bit of story and characterization out of it they can.

Like, take Moya - a living ship. They could have just left it at, like, Moya occasionally having opinions that differ from the crews. But instead they take it much further...okay so if she's alive, then her species must reproduce. How do they do that? What happens when a leviathan is pregnant? What does giving birth look like? Are they a peaceful species or a violent one? What does it mean for a leviathan's identity if they are born with weapons? Do they have deities? If so, what are they like? What happens to leviathans as they age? How about when they die?

So on and so forth.

Or take the translator microbes. It'd be too easy to have translator microbes literally translate everything all the time and be forgotten after the first episode. But instead the show calls back to them occasionally. There's the old Luxon language that the microbes don't know. There's Sikozu, who can't use translator microbes.

It's worldbuilding, yes...but only through the lens of the experiences of the characters on screen. So it doesn't feel like lore-dumping. And yet everything keeps building off of what came before. So it feels grounded and bonkers at the same time.

Anyway I really like this show.

#farscape #sci-fi #sy fy

[thecupsmith]

Technically, a cyberpunk story

Sexy Train by The Northern Boys

#The Northern Boys #Northern Boys #Cyberpunk #cyber punk #british #UK #United Kingdom #Rap #hip hop #Sci-fi #sci fi #scy fy #nanotech #Norman Pain #Patrick Karneigh Jr #PKJ #Kevin #Sexy Train

[elettraml]

𝑰 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔

Love this new trend 🥂 Gideon and Harrow fit perfectly ❤️

#comicstyle #drawing #markers #fanart #gideon nav #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #harrowhark nonagesimus #harrow the first #the locked tomb #tlt #tlt fanart #tamsyn muir #sci fy #scifi #necromancer #necromancy #gideon x harrow #harrow x gideon #nona the ninth #alecto the first #i prefer girls #lesbians #lgbtq romance #lgbtq books #lesbian romance #lesbian pulp fiction

[warbra]

The Gateway

When I first enlisted with the commonwealth to explore different universes, I thought it a dream A chance for me to meet new people, form new peace, and become something more. Now I sit at my desk 20 years on, contemplating the waste my life has become.

I have seen a thousand lives and lived a thousand more. Each one ended in disaster brought upon by the hands of both those around me as well myself. Each world is wrapped up in a conflict that could change their realities for the benefit of those who inhabit them, destroyed by the so-called peace that we enforce upon them, forcing them to adapt to our way of life. It was not for the Super Corporation that began the process decades ago we could have never thought to explore and enforce as we do now.

The many nights I have had to file reports over battles in which I never engaged, only to end up writing condolence letters for the families of those who live lives in realities that boggle my mind, even to this day. The AI who have attempted to rebel, only for their lights to be snuffed out by the boots of our own people, never giving them a chance to see the error of their ways and reform their thoughts. The uprisings the soldiers have put done so that the power of the Commonwealth could stand firm, Their power was inflexible.

It has been almost 5 years since I left the station from which the excursions launched. It wasn't until about a year ago that I finally saw how truly vile we have treated those whose universes we have visited and those who we have laid claim over. Lives snuffed out in order to try to claim ownership over their own realities, free from the boot of the Commonwealth, only for the subjugation to worsen a thousand times more. It makes me sick and fills me with sorrow. We were supposed to be a guiding light to those realities, but became a boot upon their throats, in which life is slowly squeezed from them. It is revolting to think about. 

I am not alone in this through though, those around me share the same sentiment. We have been engaging in a scheme to end this pain once and for all, even if it cost us everything. The gate that brings pain to those across the multiverse can be closed, if only temporarily. As I sit at my desk I look over my belonging, the weapons I plan to use to destroy the gate. My life may have been destroyed by this pitiful job, but by these actions, I can only hope it brings happiness I once knew well in my life back to them.

#sci-fy #writing #writers on tumblr #scifi #quick write

[thecherrygod]

i think the fact that kim is like "you can only ask about 1 (one) cryptid and thats it" and when you ask about another hes like "hey you promised it was only one" but just as you tell him "dont you wanna know more tho?" hes like "... fuck it yeah i do" really says a lot about him tbh

#my posts #disco elysium #like! he pretends hes not interested but come on this guy likes sci-fy of course hes at least interested in what kind of cryptids there are #also it shows hes not above just having a bit of fun himself even on the job if hes pushed in the right direction #and that at least its very easy for harry to give him that push depending on what theyre doing!!!!!!! #like he wouldnt do it by himself clearly but harry is the perfect excuse!!!!! #i love them so much also i love how this became harrykim in my tags lmao anyways!!!!

[kwritingbooks]

Storm’s Calling

your phone’s dead, your car’s dead, but the small grocery store’s lights are very much alive at this time of night. given the ghastly storm beating down, you don’t really have much other choice but to run inside. but who might be waiting behind those doors?

tags: sci-fy, thriller, angst

word count: 4.2k

my masterlist here

The rain was pelting harshly at your windshield as you stared blankly at it. Exhaustion had seeped into every crevice of your body; all you wanted to do was be home. You supposed that tiredness had translated into not paying attention to your car's needs, too.

Shocking.

Except, the fatigue of the week looked to be the least of your concerns now as your dead car sat idly in a grocery store's parking lot with a heavy storm beating down on you and your useless vehicle.

"Fuck," you finally mumbled out as you beat your hands against the steering wheel. "Fuck!"

It was the only word that seemed to fully encapsulate your predicament, and even then it didn't seem to do it justice.

Your eyes trailed over to the store that still had its lights on. Strangely, you were surprised it was still open. Just before your phone died, the numbers on your device read out just past midnight, and you didn't know many stores that had hours like that anymore. Especially given how this place seemed to actually be in the middle of nowhere, along with about two other cars in the lot with you.

Maybe they were broken down just like yours. Stranded in a strange town on their way home from a work trip, consumed with stress and the aching of their own messy bed, too.

"I'm gonna have to go in there, aren't I?" You whispered to yourself as if someone else was supposed to answer that for you.

You knew the answer though.

There was no one coming to rescue you like those movies showed when you were growing up. And given the rough wind and lightning outside, as well as very minimal street lights, a movie much more daunting would have been more fitting than a rom-com. Something you did not intend to sit and wait for to happen.

And you didn't even have an umbrella.

Of course.

Reluctantly, you shoved your keys into your purse and wrapped your cardigan more tightly around your body before slinging the driver's side door open. One step out was a sudden wake up, immediately getting pummeled by the rain above.

The door slammed shut, but it was muffled by the sound of lightning clusters above. It even lit little flickers of light against the dark pavement as you hurriedly rushed to the entrance.

Splashes of water hit against your ankles, soaking your socks and shoes in the process. You could feel your pants grow heavier as the bottoms collected the rest of the water that didn't splash everywhere else.

You didn't care too much though, the end was near. The fluorescent lights were getting closer. The chime of the entrance bell was already ringing in your ear with anticipation.

Your arms were reaching out for the handles before you even made it there, anxious to at least be surrounded by not so much noise. You didn't even care that it was radio music that you typically would skip through playing in the building either. Anything was better than being outside stuck.

Not that inside stuck felt all that great either.

You scanned your eyes around the store, practically begging to meet anyone's eyes. There had to be someone with a phone you could borrow to order an Uber, or even you could maybe beg one of my friends to drive the hour that was left of your drive to come and get you.

They were all pretty heavy sleepers though.

So you'd just deal with that Uber cost and leaving your car in a random parking lot later. Tomorrow. You just needed to get home first, and then you would figure it out.

"Hello, welcome to Corner Mart," a voice from behind said cooly.

It startled you, causing your heart to quicken up even more than it was before as you spun around.

A young guy, probably about your age, stared back at you. He had a beige apron over his clothes, which was just a white t-shirt and a pair of grey slacks. He held his hands in front of him with a slight crook to his head as he seemed to examine you.

An eyebrow of his crooked once he noticed how crazy you must have seemed: soaking wet, out of breath, and looking lost.

"Hi, um, do you by chance have a charger? Or a phone I could borrow?" You stammered out.

You shifted on your feet, adjusting the bag on your shoulders while you continued to both stare at each other. You couldn't tell if what you were feeling was unsettling or not. Maybe it was just in your head, but something just felt strange. And it didn't even seem to be from the guy standing in front of you.

If anything, the more you watched him, the more you realized he was actually not that bad to look at. Handsome, even.

Very handsome actually.

"No cellphone, but we've got the company phone." He blinked his eyes kindly back at you, sending a small wave of relief through your body.

At least he didn't seem the crazy type.

Without much else said, he led you toward one of the only three checkout lanes. He fumbled with something underneath your view, and you tried not to look as impatient as you felt.

But, it wasn't like there were any other customers that needed help. As if they would even be as in dire of need as you were right now anyway.

He pulled out a phone that looked about a decade older than it should have been, but you tried not to judge too quickly.

Ubers were definitely out of the question with that dinosaur, though.

"Do taxis come out this far? This late?" You asked, flicking your eyes intensely from the phone to his face.

His expression seemed a bit confused, like he didn't know what you meant by the question. That only elevated the annoyance bubbling inside of you. If only he realized all the shit you had been through the past week with work and now this.

"Er..." He trailed off as he looked at the buttons. "Not sure." He shrugged his shoulders.

Another "fuck" loosely slipped from your lips without realizing.

"Is everything okay? I can maybe help. I don't have shit else to do," he shrugged his shoulders again, but apologetically this time. If it wasn't for his soft tone, you might have considered lunging at him from his laissez-faire attitude.

Not that that would have been productive, you knew that. Or appropriate.

"It's my car." You breathed out an exasperated sigh. "It's dead. I've been ignoring getting the engine checked for a couple weeks now, and I guess this is the consequence."

He hummed with a sly smile across his lips. He rested his elbows on the table with his chin tucked neatly in his palms.

Your eyes crinkled as you surveyed how he was looking at you. What was so funny? How was any of this funny?

"That engine light exists for a reason," he said as he pushed himself off the counter to come back around.

You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks.

"Wow, you work at a grocery store and you're smart. Isn't that something?" Your eyes continued to lock onto him, even with his venturing somewhere else. A light laugh escaped his mouth without you trying to be funny.

"You're funny," he remarked.

You incoherently grumble curses under your breath in response.

"So can you help me..." You trailed off as you squinted your eyes to his name tag. "Henry?"

"Harry," he quickly corrected.

"Okay, Harry. So are you able to help me?" You tried your best to keep your tone light and airy, like women's magazines taught you from a young age on how to speak to men when you wanted something.

He thought for a moment, and you almost envisioned the little mice in his head spinning the wheels with each quick step of their feet.

"I'll call Steven, he might be able to help." Harry replied, as if to himself, while he walked back to the phone he just left. "He's a mechanic down the road. Only one in town, too."

"He'd be able to help me out this late?" You questioned, stepping closer to the register, as if a paying customer. You tried not to sound like this was the best news in the entire world, but it sure felt like it at that moment.

"Maybe. I never really know with him. He's a bit unpredictable." He casually replied as he tucked the phone between his ear and shoulder, dialing random numbers I couldn't place.

Only a couple seconds passed before he pressed his fingers to hang it up, repeating the dials once again. Little veins in his forehead began to creep up as he had to hang up and retry again.

"Do you remember his number?" You didn't mean for it to sound like you were scolding him, but that was definitely how it seemed. You cleared your throat to try and rectify it.

He slammed the phone down for the last time, shaking his head. "Phone's are down."

You were sure the blood fell from your face and left you bottom heavy, wanting to fall to the ground at a moment's notice.

"What do you mean down? I was just on mine earlier before it died!" I croaked out, trying to hide the sobs that wanted to pour out as hard as the rain outside was.

"Sometimes it just goes out. Probably a power line, I don't know. I'm just a grocery store worker after all." He shot a brief look at me, pegged lightly with annoyance but that soon faded to another sly grin.

You ran a shakey hand through your wet hair. Examining your nails, you thought through your possibilities.

I could sleep in my car, you thought. Wait until the morning and maybe the lines will be back up. More customers will have come in by then, and someone is bound to have a cellphone, right?

"Um..." You trailed off, looking behind you towards your car that had yet to move.

God, it looked scary out there. Even if there wasn't a violent thunderstorm going on. This would've made a perfect horror movie starting point.

Now all we needed was a scary masked murderer to walk in at any second...

"Ma'am?" Harry asked.

You shook your head, coming back out of your daze as you looked back ahead again. He had moved from behind the counter again, now directly in front of you. You didn't even hear him move, so your heart picked up from the startle.

"Yeah? Sorry," you let out as a hand rubbed at your temples. "It's been a long week. You don't have to call me ma'am though. My name's Y/N."

He smiled back, taking a couple steps away to lean against the conveyor belt. "Nice to meet you, Y/N." He nodded his head. "I'll be here all night if you want to wait it out in here. Probably safer."

You sucked in a sharp breath through your nose, your body stiffening at the thought. A quick glance over your shoulder back to your car solidified what he said. It really was safer in here.

You were pretty hungry, too.

You ended up finding a pre-made sandwich in the deli section. You made sure to double check, even triple check, the expiration date just to make sure it hadn't been sitting out as long as that phone looked to have been.

It was nothing special. Ham. Cheese. Small slice of lettuce and tomato (which you took off).

You ate beside the greeting card section. It was the warmest area you could find against your still dampened body and clothes. You had taken off your soaked cardigan as to let it dry by one of the store's industrial fans that Harry brought out from some back room.

Since then, you hadn't seen him much besides small stolen glances as he faced different products in the aisles. You tried to keep your head down and focused on your own tasks, even a task as small as eating your sandwich, as to avoid his eyes. Not because you didn't want to look at him, but because his contact sent a surge of heat against your cheeks. It made your stomach flutter ever so slightly when the corners of his lips would curl into a smile as he darted his own eyes away from you as well.

You felt like a little kid again.

Was it because of the situation? Was this your way of filling your time? Crushing on some random worker in a deserted town?

You picked one of the cards that had a bouquet of flowers on them. Cursive letters twisted together to form an "I'm sorry for your loss." You quickly placed it back in its spot, not wanting to think about that.

Your eyes scanned the rest of them, reaching for a more cheerful pattern. It was bright red with little pink sparkly hearts dotted all over. You took a guess that it was Valentine's related. You brought it closer to your face to read the presumably cheesy one-liner that would be attached.

"I extend my heart to you, sending love and peace to you during this hard time," you read aloud. A frown immediately replaced your once curious features, quickly putting it back again.

Your eyes zoomed along each one, searching for something that didn't make you want to cry in a corner. They all reminded you of your grandma, who had died just a few weeks ago, adding onto the already stressful time you had had. It was part of the reason you wanted to go on that work trip. It was a chance to get away from everything—from everyone sending you their well wishes. If only there was a polite way to tell people to fuck off and leave you alone.

Was there any card for that?

The answer to that was no. They were all about mourning the loss of a loved one.

Every single one.

My condolences.

My thoughts and prayers are with you.

Please accept my deepest sympathies.

Your sandwich no longer sounded as it did a moment ago. You tossed it directly in the bin across from you, happily walking away from the depressing rows of cards.

It was only a small section dedicated to cards. Maybe they were out of birthday ones. Maybe they didn't get restocks often. Maybe that even meant not many people died here, so those weren't needed like the others. It was just Mother's Day recently after-all.

You laughed to yourself as you watched your feet move ahead of you. Of course you had to make everything seem so dramatic. It was the one thing you could always count on.

"Coffee?" Harry's voice broke out, startling you for what felt like the millionth time that night.

You stopped in your tracks, the smile wiping briskly off your face. You stood only a few inches from him. If you hadn't stopped when you did, you would have most definitely rammed your body into his, spilling the coffee that was cupped nicely in each hand all over the both of you.

You looked down at it for a moment, wondering the chances of it being spiked. You were too desperate for warmth and caffeine that that thought soon dissipated into nothing.

Remember? He's not crazy.

You might be, though.

You extended your hand towards the cup, not having stepped away from the rather muscly guy ahead yet. His muscles protruded in a way you hadn't noticed before. The sleeves of his shirt seemed tight against them, but perhaps it was just the closeness that made everything seem magnified.

"Uh, thank you." You cleared your throat with a weak smile. "I'd love some."

He smiled wide, exposing a deep set of dimples on either side. "Thought you might. You look cold."

You took a step back as you looked your body over. Small prickles of goosebumps sprinkled themselves against your arms and legs. You weren't sure if they had been like that the whole time or if they just sprung up since he showed up this close.

"Thank you,” you hummed out, pressing the cup to your lips with a small swig. The coffee felt like a tight hug from a loved one, enwrapping your body with an accompanying warmth as well.

You could feel his eyes on you, watching as you continued to take another drink out of the cup as he did the same. Relaxation filled your body with each sip. The anxiety of the night, the week, the month, was soon feeling less uncontrollable. This little moment of bliss in midst of the chaos was like a breath of fresh air.

Words flowed out of you like they hadn't in years it seemed. It first started as normal chit-chat, talking about your job and then your work trip. Then, it soon turned into deeper things you hadn't even told your friends yet. It was weird how everything came out so effortlessly. You weren't even scared you were saying too much, even though you probably were.

It wasn't like he knew anyone that you did. You didn't know anyone that he did. You were both strangers to each other, and maybe that was why it was so easy.

He listened with open ears, nodding his head as you spoke. He waited patiently when you had to take a deep breath, fighting away the tears that wanted to spill from your eyes. He listened better than any of your friends at home would have listened.

And you listened to him, too. It was like you both needed this. Seconds passed that turned into minutes, minutes that soon turned into hours. You were both sat criss-crossed on the floor, way after the storm had already seemed to pass. All that was left was a light rain that still softly hit against the cement outside.

Sunlight soon flashed through the big windows, alerting you that time really had passed—and quite a bit of it, too.

"Oh, shit. What time is it?" You questioned, looking over Harry's shoulder.

Both of your empty coffee cups were still beside the two of you, tipped over at some point during the conversations.

He looked over his shoulder, a light laugh dripping out of his mouth before he turned back around with a shrug. "Morning it looks like."

"I should be getting home. The storm is gone, too," you said quietly, unsure yourself about leaving yet.

He sat up, using his knees as leverage. He extended one of his hands in your direction, pulling you up with one quick swoop.

“Y/n?” His voice sounded hollow, worried even. You crinkled your eyebrows at him.

“Yeah?”

“There’s something I should probably tell you.” He scratched at his arm, looking over his shoulder like someone could have been eavesdropping.

Was this where he told you he lied about the phone being down? That he didn’t actually work there? That this was where you now had to die?

Your heart hammered heavily against your chest. You felt like you could vomit.

“What is it?” You said through gritted teeth.

He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he stared directly at you. A darkness seemed to cast over the two of you as if the past few hours hadn’t existed at all. The previous weight it had lifted seemed to fall back down all at once again.

“Harry?” You trembled out. You couldn’t help the anxiety that overwhelmed you now. He looked like he wanted to throw up himself.

“You can’t go home,” he rushed out, avoiding your eye contact.

You felt your heart stop, fighting to keep you alive.

“Harry, what the fuck do you mean I can’t go home? Are you kidnapping me here?” Your anxiety was turning into anger. You wanted to run, fight your way out, run all the way home if you had to.

You weren’t staying here.

“No, no. I’m not holding you hostage.” He waved his hands in front of him, like he was trying to find the right wording himself. His eyes were squeezed shut as he thought. “Like…”

“Like what?” You couldn’t help the anger that spilled through your words. “No, actually, I’m done listening to this. I’ll find a ride on the way home. Thank you so much for wasting my time, Harry.”

Without anything else said on your end, you pushed past him right through the door. It chimed just as it did hours ago when you pushed in, soaking wet.

You mumbled similar curses again under your breath. All that time you thought you really found someone who was listening, not wasting your time. You thought it was someone who was just trying to make your time less miserable, actually. You could’ve been home by now. The storm had stopped awhile ago, but he was just another selfish twat that probably wanted something else out of it, holding you up as long as he could to reel you in.

“Prick,” you cursed out loudly.

You gave your car a pat, as a bit of a farewell, as well as “I hate you for putting me through this.”

But then you felt a sudden onset of dizziness hit you only about five feet away from your parked car. It probably didn’t help the hunger that gnawed at your stomach. Those few bites of sandwich mixed with coffee could only hold someone over for so long. But that idea quickly subsided when everything went black.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when your eyes managed to pry themselves back open. Florescent lights glared back at you, radio pop music ringing in your ears.

“What?” Your hand reached up to rub at your head, feeling a small knot that had begun to form.

“You passed out,” Harry replied matter-of-factly. “I tried to tell you, but you left too quickly.”

You sat up on your elbows, the blurriness in your sight not fully gone yet. “You carried me all the way back here? Were you watching me that whole time?” Even in the grogginess, your attitude was back just as forcefully as before.

“No, I haven’t moved.” Harry leaned against the counter, his arms crossed as he looked down at you.

“Well how else did I get here?” You motioned around the empty store. “Not like there’s anyone else here!”

“There’s not anyone else, just us.” He crooked his head to the side, like what he was saying was the most rational thing in the world and not the most confusing.

You buried your face in your hands, wanting to scream. This was making your head hurt.

“Harry. If you don’t start making sense in less than a minute, I’m running out those fucking doors again.” Your face was still partially buried in your hands, smoothing them out in your hair.

“We can’t leave. It just brings you back here.” He said solemnly. “Trust me, I’ve tried.”

You glared at him, darting your eyes between both of his. You were looking for something but unsure what of. Insanity? Maybe?

Without much else thought, you ran out again.

Past the door.

Past the lights.

Past the car.

Bam.

Your headache hurt worse this time around, eyes opening to the same view you had just tried to argue out of.

“What the fuck!” You screamed out. “Harry, what the fuck is happening!”

“I don’t know how to say this,” he began.

“At this point, just say it! I’m tired of these weird fucking riddles or whatever this game you’re playing is. Just tell me!” You shouted with vigor.

“We’re dead.”

Your breath stopped. Your heart stopped. Your body stopped moving. You just stopped.

“W-what?” You stammered to no one in particular. “That’s not possible.”

“That’s what I thought, too.” He switched positions, no longer leaning against the counter and knelt closer to you. He brushed a piece of hair out of your face, trailing a finger along your forehead.

Out of the back of his pocket, he brought out a mirror, shining it back towards you.

What stared back looked like a version of you, but not really you. A long scar started and ended from one side of your forehead from the other. Tiny scratches sprinkled in various places, some with bits of glass still stuck inside. Why did it look healed?

You reached up, expecting to feel it, but the pain didn’t spread. It didn’t pulsate. It didn’t bleed.

“What? H-how…” You whispered to yourself, pulling out a shard of glass without even a tickle.

“I wish I knew, I’m sorry.” His face peered over the side of the mirror, but you averted your gaze from him.

“What…what do we do then?” You dropped the mirror from your grasp, it landing with a thunk in your lap.

He let out a deep breath, his eyes trailing along the floor. He looked up at you once more.

“Guess we’ll find that out together I hope.”

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[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

ICHOR MOON GAUNTLET 

by Tiffany Turril

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