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nestedneons · 4 months
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By Rui Huang
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inoshwrites · 1 year
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I've never felt more suffocated yet comforted than when reading To Be Taught, If Fortunate. There is no point to it than sharing the genuine wonder for knowledge. There are no character arcs, no plot points, but Chambers conveys the wonder and delight of life and the sheer horror of it with so much grace.
Its a weird little book. I've read something similar by Andy Weir and absolutely hated it for being a science textbook. But when Becky Chambers taught me of the wonders of science, I thought I was fortunate to witness this; her sharing her effervescent wonder with life, water, science and how everything fit together. I'm not someone who is held spellbound by science but she held me by her wonder and when someone shares joy, how can you refuse it?
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asthrapolaris · 2 years
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Space scifi aesthetic
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vetyr · 8 days
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HEAVENBREAKER
Commissioned illustration for Sara Wolf's (Insta: @ authorsarawolf; Twitter: @ Sara_Wolf1) upcoming book, Heavenbreaker! Thanks so much for being an awesome client <3
If you'd like to reach out with questions about a commission, email [email protected] 🫵
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rounderhouse · 4 months
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space battles shouldn't be star wars style dogfights. they should be like 16th century naval engagements on steroids -- huge starships circling each other in the void for days and weeks. the distances are so vast that you'll never even lay eyes on the enemy ship; they're just a blip on a radar, a variable in the firing solution calculations. battles aren't short bursts of incredible violence, they're weeks of slow-burning tension as soldiers get up and go about their duties, acutely aware that they could be blown to smithereens at any time if the negotiations happening lightyears away go awry. the minute the captain gets a go order, the missiles fly, and you will never even see the face of the person that kills you.
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snippit-crickit · 1 year
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more space kitty stuff
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jessgaspar · 4 months
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riverside
prints available! link in bio :)
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dinodanicus · 6 months
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A portrait of beloved professor Elias Scrimshaw. Elias is one of the stranger creatures from the species exchange program. An intelligent parasitic entity that can live in and manipulate a host's body for hundreds of years. Elias's species keep active only the bodily systems that are most needed, such as those involved in locomotion and eating. The unessential parts of the body are consumed, often Reducing the host species to what is essentially an animated husk which is kept preserved with a special cocktail of antibacterial fluids produced in Elias's strange asymmetric body. His preferred field of study deals with the biomechanics and life cycles of extraterrestrial parasites. His unique perspective and insight has offered great leaps in interstellar medicine by helping provide treatments for rare and often deadly parasitic infections. Not wanting to offend his host planet he took over the form of a stray cat which he assumed to be a local source of food before realizing it was in fact a common household pet. He has since expressed his deepest apologies for this mix up and has advised cat lovers to perhaps reconsider taking his class.
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vap0rw1se · 1 year
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"Request confirmed. Initiating Drive sequence. Exiting Perseus Arm of the Outer Milky Way Galaxy."
The captain of the Longest Drive inhales. He knows it's not... exactly safe. To do this.
As the captain reaches for his coffee to calm his mind and wake him up, the small ship is ripped out of warp and brought to a near standstill. He expected something like this. But god, not that forcefully.
"Captain, this will place you into intergalactic space. There are no hub worlds, planets, stars, refueling moons, refueling planets, star sto-"
The captain presses skip, the list of things not available being insanely long and frankly boring to listen to.
"-will only be available in your direct trajectory for approximately:"
"2.5 million light years. Are you sure you want to do this?"
"YES/NO"
Wait, was that last part? There's something in his trajectory? The captain leans back in his chair.
"Hhfff..."
Drowsy and tired, he rubs his eyes, sighing. He's told the rest of his family and friends that he's doing this; they should be fine with him making such a long voyage. Maybe he'll record this, maybe he won't. He's not sure. He was bored with his life currently, anyway. Bored of the anti-aging, immortalizing technologies that make you live forever. He made this decision. He was described a thrill seeker, anywho. He can't die, either. Nanites are on board. He's fine.
Though staring into the near endless abyss, only bright patches in front of him, not a star of the Way in sight... It's unnerving.
The captain glances outside, the darkness shrouding his ship being odd, to say the least. Interstellar light is not that bright, after all. And now he's about to go intergalactical...
He leans forward slightly, raising his arm and hovering his finger over the hologram of the "Yes" button.
After hesitating for a second, he quickly presses yes. Best make the decision now before regret clouds his mind. He doesn't notice, but his hands are shaking. He was always described as a daredevil, but... it's still nerve-wracking. No serious solar energy for, well, 2.5 million light years. Thank god this ship comes with slots for fusion batteries.
"...Request acknowledged. Reinitializing Drive sequence."
The voice of the onboard A.I. speaks again, after a somewhat strangely long time processing his choice. The whir of the Alcubierre Drive behind him further interrupts his thoughts as The Longest Drive prepares to speed forward, shooting towards The Andromeda Galaxy.
The first voyage of its kind...
[To be continued? I don't know, I'm not very confident in my own writing skills. I seriously doubt I wrote this well...]
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gooompy · 3 months
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"To assist with their work, employees will be supplied a starter Ultra Beast from the Ultra Recon Squad. Pictured are the Poison-type UB Adhesive, the Ground-type UB Tectonic, and the Grass-type UB Luminant."
-Aether Report excerpt
More info to come! But for now, which of these 3 will you choose, dear employee? (I promise I won't take it personally if you like Poipole over my designs lmao)
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vateo · 20 days
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Kat getting ready for her workout :o commission for @hotbeveragedog ❤️
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pixelins · 1 month
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🌱🌱 parts??? yes 🌱 no questions. 🌱🌱
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dangiuz · 2 months
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Space Conscription 2092, by Dangiuz
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jpitha · 1 year
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Hunting
It is unlikely that humans are the only predator species to achieve sapience in the galaxy.
In order to be a successful predator one has to be intelligent enough to learn your prey's movements and be able to think ahead to what they're going to do next but also be flexible enough in your thinking that you can improvise if the situation chances. If you don't have this elasticity, you won't be a very successful predator.
Humans are very successful predators.
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Greg bent down low and spoke as quietly as he could to the worried Sefigan next to him. "I need you to stay as still as you can. I'm going to go around, and try and surprise the Gren guarding the exit."
The three Sefigans, caught between wanting to obey Greg and staying silent but also trying to communicate that they thought it was suicide to do so started shaking.
"No, no, it'll be fine. I've been watching him. He's not really paying attention." Greg stood silently and put one finger to his lips, then smiled.
Moving much quieter than one would think given his mass, Greg crept away, hunched down just a little to keep motion out of the tops of the bushes they used to hide. The Sefigans watched in horrified fascination as Greg would take a few steps and then freeze, not even breathing while he watched the Gren.
As he walked, he made no noise at all over the soft sand, his feet finding purchase slowly. The Sefigans, a small furry prey species from a rocky mountainous world felt very old fears from the most early parts of their brains while watching him hunt the Gren.
The Gren guard was panning slowly as he guarded the exit, his fur flat, his eyes dull and his mouthparts drooping. If one knew a bit about Gren physiology one could easily see that he was bored and tired. His shift wasn't due to end for another 3 demi-cycles and nothing usually ever happened on this exit.
When Greg was no more than 2 meters away, he reached down and picked up a stone, no larger than a comm badge. He raised his arm and in one silent fluid motion, tossed the stone high and far over his head, to hide its origin. It clattered against the wall on the far side of the pen, opposite to where Greg was standing. The noise and motion caught the Gren's eye and his whole body swung over to where the stone landed.
His back was turned to Greg.
Greg bent his legs low building energy and took two steps and lept onto the Gren's back. His higher mass bowled the taller but much lighter Gren over and the Gren's head hit the stone with a hollow thwack.
Greg jumped up off the Gren and checked him quickly. He was dead. Trotting quickly over to where the Sefigans were still hiding he motioned for them to follow.
Still terrified, they followed this... ambush predator they were scared of and by the time they reached him, he had gotten the comm out of the Gren's pack and was fiddling with a ring that had complicated studs all around it, fitting them against the door until one clicked and the door hissed open.
Minutes later they were all running across the desert to the canal below where they had hoped to cling to the side of a barge and float to the spaceport.
"Human Greg! Human Greg!" The smallest Sefigan called as they jogged down the sandy hill towards the canal.
"What is it Li? Can it wait?"
"That was amazing! I've never seen a human hunt before! Is that how they all do it?"
"Not really? Humans developed as persistence hunters, not ambush hunters, but as you well know, skills can be taught."
"Persistence hunter?"
"Yeah, my ancestors would pick an animal out of a herd and run after it. As long as we didn't overexert ourselves we could just... run until it died."
The three Sefigans looked at each other as they jogged. Greg wasn't breathing heavily as they went towards the canal, but all three of them were nearly at their limit and would need a long time to rest when they were safe.
"Human Greg, you scare us." The tallest Sefigan looked back at the holding compound and then back at Greg. "But, not as much as we were scared of what the Gren would have done to us."
Greg smiled showing his wide, large, white teeth. "In this world, sometimes you need to be scary." He looked at the canal. "Come on, the water isn't too cold, let's get in and swim towards that barge. It's not too far."
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grayrazor · 7 months
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The oddly specific aesthetic of mid-90s space shows.
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snippit-crickit · 2 months
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space cat space cat space cat
i feel like theres so many cool ways to color this sketch agsd i got a bit overwhelmed, have some alt versions though!!
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and a sketchbook sketch
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