#softspace

[beatheprincess]

I wana regress all weekend n not think abt adult stuff ! >:(

#da plan #dont pull me out of littlespace >.< #coping #agere activities #non community agere #confession #babygirl things #girlblog ♡ #sfw blog #🥺 #mine #woke up in softspace #girlcore #pinkcore #cutecore #kawaiicore #i need to cope #😭 #🎀 #sighhhh #mmmmm #adult stuff is a no no #all next week oof #self care and self love

[cyanophore-fiction]

“Cold Burning”

An entire space station, 70,000 people, and all they had for fuel was tritium and helium-3. O/LETS-061 couldn’t fuse helium. It wanted to, desperately, but it would boil itself alive in its own coolant before it ever achieved reaction temperature. Of course, the station’s municipal reactor could fuse helium—assuming it would ever fuse anything again after having a hole punched in it by a meteorite.

All O/LETS had left of the deuterium it needed was a single canister, enough to keep vital systems running for a little over a day. After that, the cold would set in.

Floating in coolant inside its tungsten-shielded chamber, it turned the precious canister in its claws. Its black nanite visor reflected the bluish halo of Cherenkov radiation surrounding it, displaying a worried expression in purple light. Its integrated reactor jutted from its spine like a complicated cylindrical backpack, connected to pressure tubes snaking from the ceiling which ran water through the core. Megawatts of electricity poured from the thermoelectric dynamo at the base of its spine, coursing down through the conduit at the center of its enormous tail, and into the station’s power grid.

A heavy suit of industrial protective gear covered its body, adding layers of insulation and shielding to its already bulky frame. Beneath the suit, its gray fur had become matted and itchy from days spent in the coolant tank. O/LETS thought about food, the smell of shampoo and of rinsing its coat with warm, clean water, of the fleece sheets on its mattress back in its cabin, of sleeping with its head on a pillow and its reactor powered down. It needed rest, days of rest, to finally allow its aching body to begin repairing all the radiation damage it had accrued.

Not yet.

There were feed hoses neatly stowed on spools at the walls of the chamber, most drawing from the station’s reserves of helium-3 fuel. Under better circumstances, they would supply a much more robust emergency reactor.

One bundle of hoses was extended, connected to the reactor assembly on O/LETS’s back. It could feel tritium entering its body from the connection. The fuel tasted fresh, still mostly untouched by fission decay. Its brain ascribed a sweet, honey-like flavor to the substance, with a texture not unlike carbonation that indicated the presence of mild radiation. According to the supply monitor registering in the back of its mind, the station had enough to burn for at least two decades, but it wouldn’t help when the deuterium ran dry.

[Hey, Kindjal?] it transmitted, its electronic voice crackling with radiation interference.

A spirit’s voice answered. [I hear you, Ollie. How are you holding up?]

[Switching to final fuel reserve. I think I can make it last…30 hours, maybe.]

There was a pause. [That’s right. We did the calculations together, remember?]

Blinking, O/LETS bobbed its head up and down. [Right, yeah…yeah, we did. Sorry.]

[Don’t apologize. Are you okay?]

[Not really.]

[Getting medical on it right now. We’ll do whatever we can from here.]

[Thanks.]

[Repairs to the primary reactor are proceeding as planned. It’ll be tight, but we’ll get it back up. We’re in the home stretch.]

[…Kindjal, listen. Is there any way for me to reduce my power output? Temporarily. Can we ration? Anything?]

Kindjal hesitated. When it replied, its words were slow, chosen carefully. [Every spirit on the station is already surviving on the absolute minimum, myself included. The organics are getting cold, and the air recyclers are doing just enough to keep them from suffocating. Anything less and we’ll start losing people. I’m sorry.]

[Okay. Not a problem.]

[Thirty hours, Ollie. You can do it. Medical will be in touch.]

Slotting the canister’s attachment nozzle into a matching one on the reactor assembly, O/LETS stared at the floor. It clicked its claws together, tapping out slow, sporadic rhythms. [Okay,] it said, and fled from the physical world.

Diving into the station’s softspace, the pervasive ache filling its body became distant, as though it belonged to somebody else. O/LETS could perceive the vast areas of virtual space that it wasn’t powering represented as empty, colorless non-spaces which made it wince with discomfort. A few slender branches of light sprouted from its tail, radiating out across the system. Spirits were clustered inside them, drawing a little power for themselves and channeling the rest into nodes of light which might have been heaters, water filters, air recyclers. The branches were constantly changing shape and color as the spirits routed power, arcing between stars which sprang into existence at their touch and faded in their absence.

Thirty hours. It watched its tree and kept it alive, slipping between waking and sleep.

___

Thank you for reading! This one was for @flashfictionfridayofficial ‘s prompt, “A Form of Distraction.”

O/LETS-061 (Operations/Logistics Engineering and Technical Support, or ‘Outlets’, or ‘Ollie’) is a character that’s been around in my brain for quite some time, and I’ve come to love it/them a great deal. They’re a protogen, a furry species which has built-in lore, but I like to imagine O/LETS as existing without that lore attached—sometimes as a heavily-cyberized “uplifted animal” or as an entirely synthetic being. Over the years I’ve considered changing their species, but I do enjoy the protogen look, and it’s become a key part of how I visualize them.

Whatever the hell they are, they’re an engineering specialist, a sweetheart, and often something of a liaison between organics and AI, or ‘spirits.’ For either party, having access to a reliable source of electricity can be a matter of life or death, and O/LETS-061 is, among other things, a reliable source of electricity. It isn’t always the easiest thing to be.

#flash fiction #sci fi writing #writeblr #flash fiction friday #furry #protogen #truly insane doses of radiation

[omori-the-new-dream]

Hello!! Welcome to to Soft space!!! This AU is called The New Dream!!

[ What Is The New Dream? ]

*~* The New Dream AU is an AU of OMORI where SUNNY, BASIL, KEL, HERO, MARI, and AUBREY never faced too extreme of trauma! and SUNNY didnt push MARI down the stairs but they did argue and make up for it!! And they are in a dream world called Softspace!! everything comforting and fluffy!! no blood / extreme fighting / weapons!! OMORI and his friends go on adventures to see what awaits them!! *~*

[ Are there any topics we should be considered about? ]

*~* This comic page / blog has implied SFW tickling platonic love / cuddling, and some mentions of scary / trauma part of the comic so if you dont like it please feel free to leave!*~* [ What is the DNI list? ] *~* The DNI is this below!*~* nsfw, k!nk / f3t!sh blogs , abdl, ddlg / mdlb , anti agere / petre , homophobe / transphobe, pr0sh!tt3r / pr0f!c / l0l!c0n / sh0tac0n, nomaps / maps / p3d0s / anything related to s3xual!ng minors , ablist , racists, anti MOGAI / NEOS / XENOS , Z00ph!l3s , N-ZI / N-ZI NEO / N-ZI suppoters, ENDOS , Poltical person , ANTI BLM , Hero x (anyone else other then Mari) shippers / Hero x Sweetheart shippers , Cringeflop / flop blogs, Anti-Anti. ( This blog is run by minors so please dont be creepy!! ) [ Who runs this blog? ] *~* Mods!! We are planning to get more but these are who we have so far!! *~* MODS 🍄- LIAM / @shroomies-world [ AS BASIL ] ❤ - VALENTINE / @soft--valentine [ AS OMORI] 🌑 - CODY / @moonsoaked-tickles [ AS KEL ] 🎀 - SAMMY / @t0mm33th3m0nst3r [ AS HERO ] *~* We will have to wait for 2 other mods to join us for this!! *~*

[ Comic Info? ]

*~* The comics will have a week breaks it will probably take about 2 - 3 weeks depending on how the mods feel! The comics will each be taking turns of drawing them!! so please have paitence!! there will also be voice acting so please dont judge of our voices! *~*

Thats all!! I hope you enjoy our comics!! - Sammy 🎀

#introductory post #introduction #pinned intro #OMORI #OMORI AU #OMORI The New Dream

[drewssam]

Japan Credit Bureau (JCB) To Build Country’s CBDC Infrastructure

Japan Credit Bureau (JCB) has initiated testing for its central bank digital currency (CBDC) infrastructure, aiming to streamline CBDC transactions through existing credit card infrastructure. The 'JCBDC' project, in collaboration with IDEMIA and Softspace, aims to develop prototypes for CBDC settlement systems utilizing JCB's card-shaped interface.

Recognizing challenges in catering CBDC technology to diverse demographics, including those without smartphone access like the elderly and children, JCB plans to conduct demonstrations to ensure compatibility. This includes simulating environments to address potential hurdles effectively.

Furthermore, JCB is actively exploring blockchain applications, particularly in the web3 space and metaverse-related developments. Collaborating with JP Games and Fujitsu, JCB aims to create decentralized identifier models, prioritizing interoperability with NFT markets.

JCB intends to develop a payment solution by the end of 2022 and conduct real-world demonstration experiments by March 2023 to validate technology and address any identified issues. The project encompasses issuing plastic cards for CBDC, providing inquiry interfaces for users and merchants to check CBDC balances, and simulating operational CBDC environments.

[metaverse-ar-vr]

Softspace imagines what a virtual notebook might look like when designed for mixed reality on Quest. More info here: #AR #VR #Metaverse

#Blockchain #Crypto

[bitrss-news]

#Crypto #News:

Japan’s International Payments System will test plastic cards for CBDC Japan Credit Bureau will develop its CBDC infrastructure in collaboration with IDEMIA and Softspace. https://t.co/ANSd1qNfYy

— BitRss News (@RssBit) Oct 24, 2022

#Crypto #News

[judchuks1]

Japan’s International Payments System will test plastic cards for CBDC

Japan’s International Payments System will test plastic cards for CBDC

Japan Credit Bureau will develop its CBDC infrastructure in collaboration with IDEMIA and Softspace.

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[nftcryptonews]

Japan’s International Payments System will test plastic cards for CBDC

Japan Credit Bureau will develop its CBDC infrastructure in collaboration with IDEMIA and Softspace.

from Cointelegraph.com News https://ift.tt/yQ8CfNM

[suburbanindividual]

zürich

detail from the exhibition "textile garden (textiler garten)", zurich museum of design (museum für gestaltung:

marie schuman – softspace #13 (2018)

[stipetto]

｡･:*:･ﾟ

#soft #androgynous #polaroid #retro #fairy #softspace #tumblr italia #me #:) #scene #boy #gay #lgbt #bisexual #nonbinary #aesthetic #20s

[ehecatl-itotia]

Conch (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1061304704-conch?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Ehecatl-Itotia&wp_originator=SgIt9NlqQG2xA%2BBupkbOaRUh1IvRL0MHeLr8dhGqrvfA1ed3F67kKewa5YPuA6Vb%2BFXv4nzbDSrn9yeDBAwvmMxrWb0sQITCtUP9qwY4mllaEfqxWJTEn96PVkLxlABK Soft space and science fiction short stories.

#conch #ehecatl #science-fantasy #sciencefiction #scifi #shortchapters #shortstory #shortstorycollection #softscience #softsciencefiction #softscifi #softspace #softspacefiction #spacefiction #science-fiction #books #wattpad #amreading #lit #literature #short story

[anikenobi]

Some Anidala fluff and Anakin Skywalker being the most adorable husband ever. Because we definitely did not get enough of these two being a happy well-functioning couple in the movies, luckily the novels are filled with that. 

Star Wars The Clone Wars: No Prisoners by Karen Traviss

#Anakin Skywalker #Padme Amidala #star wars #the clone wars #no prisoners #anikenobitexts #the fact that he knew JUST which joke would make her laugh. didn't even have to finish it #softspace #anidala #padme #sadsand

[cyanophore-fiction]

Ballistic Guidance

Emerging from the airlock after five hours of EVA repairs, Mickey and Hunter stow their vacuum suits, Mickey’s canid-tailored one beside Hunter’s lagomorph model. Down in By Candlelight’s common room, they find Rau unconscious, laying on their bunk with cables draped across their iridescent plumage. One cable is routed to the back of Rau’s head, where their neural port is situated between their four ears. Resting in one of their tridactyl hands is a partially-eaten turkey sandwich.

On the floor beside Rau’s bunk is a salvaged missile, its nose cone dented from impact with Mickey’s fighter. At least a dozen cables lead into the partially-disassembled casing, through the cavity where some Solar Neutrality technician failed to install a tactical nuke, and down into the guidance computer. The entire setup leads back to an open maintenance panel, routed straight into Candlelight’s main computer.

Hunter grins. “Ain’t usually this messy. Little guy must be excited.”

Mickey’s eyes narrow as she examines the mess of cabling. “This is military liveware,” she says. “They shouldn’t have it talking to the ship.”

“Eh. Give ‘em a little credit. Probably more processing power crammed into their brain than the whole damn ship,” says Hunter, fishing for an unused cable and reaching for his own neural port. He sits by Rau’s bunk, crossing his legs, and holds a cable out to Mickey. “You coming or not?”

“Yeah. I’m coming,” she says. Taking a seat across from him, Mickey takes the jack between her claws and reaches to pull her collar down, feeling across the speckled tan fur at the nape of her neck for her port. She jacks in.

Slipping away into softspace, she finds herself hovering beside Hunter, suspended over a line of battleships. Behind them is the enormous curvature of a planet, its surface blurry and undefined to save processing power. Dozens of fighter squadrons streak through orbit all around them, maneuvering jets firing across their hulls as they weave between cruisers. The entire fleet is pointed outward in defense formation. At the center of it all, just ahead of Mickey and Hunter, is Rau. Their plumage bristles as they peer into space.

“What the hell, Rau? You trying to melt the processor?” Mickey calls out, willing herself to fly towards them. “How long have you been—”

“Quiet!” Rau says, glancing back. “It’s coming.”

For a moment, Mickey falls silent, her lips pulling back off her fangs. “You’re running simulator drills against this thing? We could've used some help with the hull repair—”

“There,” Rau shouts, pointing to an orange spark in the distance. All at once, the fighter squadrons pull into multi-g turns and converge on their target. One after the other, the capital ships discharge their primary railguns, electric arcs leaping between paired magnetic tines. Positional data is fed to Mickey’s nervous system as proprioceptive input so she can feel the kinetic munitions sailing out into space, swerving toward their target under power of their miniaturized thrusters. A sea of blue sparks ignite as the fighters fire their own railguns in unison, creating a wall of guided thumbtacks between the planet and their target. Soon, there’s so much tungsten flying that the proprioceptive feed feels like meaningless static.

“Just watch,” Rau says, transmitting command impulses to the simulated officers and pilots of the fleet. “I’ve been escalating all afternoon, throwing larger and more sophisticated forces at it.”

“Yeah, for what purpose?”

“Just watch, Mick.”

She shakes her head, pulling up a HUD to highlight the details of the battle. Rolling back to sit cross-legged, she glances over to see Hunter pull up beside Rau, lounging with his hands behind his head.

Under Mickey’s HUD scope, the orange spark resolves itself into a long missile with twelve interception lasers along its body, driven by a pair of rotating omnidirectional thruster rings. Squatting on its nose is a demon of neon light, all claws and teeth, with a mane of glass razors pouring over its shoulders. Hunter clicks his tongue, and Mickey feels her lips come apart. “That’s—”

All at once, the missile’s interception lasers begin spitting red needles into the cloud of thumbtacks. Each tack vaporized is replaced by two more, the fighters dropping acceleration to invest power towards cycling their guns.

A pulse of thrust pivots the missile hard, pointing it into the center of the cloud. Then, its thrusters swivel back to drive it into a dizzying burn down the planet’s gravity well. Bursts of precise thrust carry it in jagged lines, lasers intercepting tacks seemingly at random while the missile evades others by a hair’s breadth. One tack comes within a hundred meters, and Mickey’s eyes go wide as a millisecond pulse from a maneuvering jet swings the missile’s tail neatly out of the way. Her HUD lists the tack’s closest distance to target as two meters. The demon, eyes darting between tacks as it directs its laser fire, stops to look at Mickey for a moment. Its face splits into a jagged smile.

“It’s a Vargheist. Pared down, simplified to fit on a compact platform, but there’s no mistaking it,” Rau says, hands flying between interface panels as the missile approaches. “I haven’t been able to stop it. Not once.”

“So what?” Mickey says, trying to keep her voice steady. “It can fly like this in theory. Real combat is always more complicated.”

“Shit, simulation or not, I’ve never seen anyone fly like that. Spirit or organic,” Hunter says. Something about the respect in his voice makes Mickey uneasy.

The Vargheist streaks through the fleet under thirty gees of acceleration, faster than the cruisers’ railgun turrets can swivel to track it. An instant later, an antimatter blast blooms through the planet’s atmosphere, light so intense that Rau halts the simulation and brings up filters to keep the input safe. Rau yelps as the demon flickers into existence centimeters from their face, and Mickey makes an involuntary motion for the sidearm on her belt back in hardspace.

“I win,” it says.

_________

Around 1000 words, had to trim this one down some! Done for @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt, "Against the Flow." Tried to do a (sort of) standalone piece for the prompt based off a longer sci-fi story I'm messing around with, titled Vargheist. Anthro cast for fun, riffing on Star Fox a bit.

Mickey, Hunter, and Rau are a trio of freelance freighter-escort pilots working at the edge of the solar system. They have stumbled into very, very deep waters.

#sci-fi #flash fiction #flash fiction friday #furry #avali #Vargheist

[teikahudson]

Good start to ryan’s watercolor space bird!! Sorry about the pain sugar!!! 😎 #space#softspace#outerspace#watercolor#watercolortattoo#watercolorbird#stars#starstattoo#allthespace https://www.instagram.com/p/B11dFI6n1dy/?igshid=kakky9ou2vjh

#space #softspace #outerspace #watercolor #watercolortattoo #watercolorbird #stars #starstattoo #allthespace

[ruthbakerdesign]

Texture is something many people don't think about when creating a colour scheme. Layering textures as well as a colour palette that makes you feel good, creates a warm cozy tactile space. Here's a good tip - collect colours and textures that you like to wear. Find the accent colour to the room like the tie or scarf in the outfit. Take a look at our woven plaid wallpaper in grays and sage. 9 feet high x 54 inches wide. Repeating. Many of our designs can be re-coloured to coordinate with your plan. #contactus #plaid #grays #sage #woventexture #tartan #softspaces #myspaceanddecor #interiordesign #decor #lovethis #torontolife #countrylife #wallpaper #walls #designers #texture #colourscheme https://www.instagram.com/p/Brqq3OtFUxe/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1d0srtb2syugi

#contactus #plaid #grays #sage #woventexture #tartan #softspaces #myspaceanddecor #interiordesign #decor #lovethis #torontolife #countrylife #wallpaper #walls #designers #texture #colourscheme

[drannafs]

If you were wondering what a Tea Atelier might look like...here is an idea from Brooklyn. It appeared on my wall as i was sipping my chrysanthemum tea, so it must be the right thing according to law of synchronicity... #slowspaces #softspaces #livingspaces #yinyangbalance #DrAnnaMarkovicPlestovic #annafengshui #valódifengshui #pravifengshui https://www.instagram.com/p/CFg-9NXhTZc/?igshid=2gog4f9l6zer

#slowspaces #softspaces #livingspaces #yinyangbalance #drannamarkovicplestovic #annafengshui #valódifengshui #pravifengshui