#Subatomic Opera

[subatomicopera]

Its been a while I know but I am working on a backlog of pages so I can start posting for now here have another character

and I have to be honest he ended up being one of my favorite designs - Captain Lazarus Orfel - probably wanted on your homeworld too..

[supremeuppityone]

This was written for Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek; Week 4 [April 20-April 26, 2025] – Science fiction. This is inspired by the movie, Repo! The Genetic Opera.

Bodily (Harm)ony

            She’d never had surgery. An Unmarked One. And Caroline made sure no one knew. After all, not having surgery was a sign that you’d given up; you didn’t care about becoming the best possible version of yourself. She should’ve never gotten into bodywork. But she needed the money — her mom’s Zydrate addiction would’ve put them out on the streets had Caroline not become a Salvatore Stripper Girl. 

            At first, bodywork was glamorous and made her feel sexy and important. Her face (and many other parts) were projected on every Salvatore holoscreen board in Mystic Falls and she gained a huge following. She’d moved both her and her mom out of their one-bedroom pod. At least now her mom can go through those endless cycles of Zydrate overdoses and withdrawals on a genuine marble-simulator bathroom floor.   

            She’d been so careful applying elaborate scars and wounds with virtual makeup, but one tiny power surge and the circuits flickered just enough to showcase unblemished skin and her boss realized she was an Unmarked One. Cackling gleefully, Damon had her bound and transported to GeneCo, the conglomerate biotech company specializing in plastic surgery and organ transplants.

            Caroline blinked up at the imposing portrait of the Mikaelson family that adorned the small, blindingly white GeneCo room they’d shoved her in. Mikael was the patriarch who’d built the corporation into a multi-billion-dollar behemoth. Rumor had it the ruthless businessman was planning to leave the company to only one of his seven children and the infighting had spilled out onto the streets as warring factions vied to secure power for whichever sibling they supported. The Mikaelsons were ruthless and terrifying — and absurdly attractive. Not that she’d noticed. And she certainly didn’t look for a specific pair of dimples whenever their GeneCo “family” ads appeared on the neuro-social feeds.

            The digital wall chimed with a deceptively pleasant note, flashing a welcome message to her that extolled the virtues of the “extraordinary surgical journal” she was about to embark upon to “bring her body in harmony with her true self.” And then it listed all of her surgeries in a cheerful pink. So many goddamn surgeries.

            Fuck that. Caroline grimly flexed her hands, carefully testing the joints for any residual shakes. Damon and his crew of muscle-heads had shot her up with a light dose of Zydrate, just enough to keep her compliant. The hardcore Zydrate doses would happen once they started cutting her up. She let out a pleased huff as her muscles all seemed to be responding. Time to go.

            It was the first time she’d ever been grateful that Damon was so fanatical about the Salvatore Stripper Girl “look”. In addition to outfits that were little more than strings squeezing and molding their shapes, Damon also insisted on long hair tied up in silver and gold spikes. With a pleased hum, she pulled apart her tightly-bound hairdo, gripping a spike in each hand. The lockdown barrier could be disrupted on a subatomic level; it was a theory her friend Bonnie had worked on for years before inventing a successful Q-fracture particle. And then she was forcibly dragged out of her balcony pod.

            The Q-fracture particle that Bonnie had given her was embedded in the gold spike for better conduction; but Caroline hadn’t used it until now. Bonnie’s sentencing had left its mark. Holding her breath, she carefully breached the particle field, a muffled hiss and pop signaling her success. Carefully sliding through the temporarily frozen barrier, she quickly darted down the empty hallway, ignoring the neuro-sensory ads that appeared every few steps.

            Ducking into a supply pod, she frantically pulled on a GeneCo bio-suit, the slick fabric smoothly sliding into place.

            “Well, aren’t you an unexpected surprise. Tell me, love, are you hiding from unbearable relatives too?”

            She’d somehow managed to take a terrible situation and make it far, far worse. Klaus Mikaelson, one of the potential heirs to GeneCo, was staring at her from across the shelves. Of all the supply pods…

            Say nothing. Klaus is part of the system. His family invented the system. The silence stretched between them until she shuffled uncomfortably, slippered feet hiding underneath the stack of synthetic skin robes. She cried out when he unexpectedly grabbed her arm, running his neuro-ring with the austere Mikaelson crest along her wrist.

            At the damning hologram that revealed itself above her unmarred skin, Klaus’ startled gaze found hers. “You’re an Unmarked One.” He released her wrist with surprisingly gentle care, an edge to his tone as he asked, “Who brought you here?”

            “I’m a Salvatore Stripper Girl — who do you think,” Caroline asked mockingly. 

            The answering growl was filled with more venom than even she possessed. “Damon Salvatore.”

            Crossing her arms defiantly, she scoffed, “Of course it was Damon. He’s ordered all my surgeries to be rushed through so I can get back on stage faster. I bet your company already has shown him the menu of post-op injectables to infect my surgical wounds so they’ll turn into vibrant colors.”

            “It’s not my company,” he hotly protested. “I would never...” He trailed off, gesturing vaguely in her direction with a seductive smirk. “I like imperfections in my women.”

            Caroline looked down at her GeneCo bio-suit. “Wait. What?” Blue eyes narrowed dangerously as she demanded, “What imperfections?”

            Backing up slightly with his hands raised in surrender, Klaus hurriedly replied, “No, not you. You look amazing. I mean, it’s not like you have powdered milk-fat curds for thighs or enormous ears or something.”

            This self-entitled asshat. He was known for being the most bloodthirsty of the Mikaelsons — rumor had it that he often negotiated favorable business terms by ripping out people’s organs. She absolutely should not provoke him.

            “Seriously?! Were you born this big of a dumbass or did you have to work at it?”

            The awkward pause stretched on for ages. Klaus’ dumbfounded expression eventually smoothed out, morphing into a silly grin as he guffawed. “According to my family, it’s a bit of both.” Fiddling with the settings on his neuro-ring, a panel materialized in the wall. Pressing it until a hidden door slid open, he held out his hand to Caroline, telling her, “Are you coming?”

            She chewed on her bottom lip, glancing back at the door to the supply pod. She knew what would happen if she went back out there. Surgery after surgery to carve away everything that made her her. 

            Going through a hidden door with one of the heirs to the ruthless corporation that controlled the world was a terrible idea. But it was worth the risk if she got to keep being her.   Caroline took Klaus’ hand and for the first time, allowed herself to hope for a better future.

[kiwisleepy]

HELLO good morning or night where ever you are but!! I love nsr and all the crazy designs people come up with, so I wanted to throw my hat in the ring with a few questions!

-Since Apollinare conducts with the "stars" and such, does that mean he's got a good relationship with DJSS or a bad one? I can't imagine that they're REALLY the stars but also....if DJSS can grow to the size of a skyscraper and also create an event horizon by cracking his head then maybe they really ARE the stars!!

-Also also, if they don't get along, is it just entirely on DJSS's part or is it mutual? You wrote that Apollinare was a polite fellow, and Nova is a..pretty egotistical guy, so I can easily see him getting territorial over his "brand" but I could be entirely wrong!!

-Last thing but, Ratio also, seems to be space themed! Do those 2 ocs have any relation to each other, or is it just a favorite theme of yours? No judgement here, space is a wonderful thing! But also, in her art, she's got a little Sayu on her head, so does that mean the two artists are really close or was that just a cute detail you wanted to add?

I hope this wasn't too overwhelming, but nsr ocs are such a treat for me to see, because you can really make anything you want in a way, and it's always great seeing more love for the game!

HI AND I'M SORRY THAT I TOOK SO LONG TO GET READY AND ANSWER AHHHHHH

Apollinare is a star, but its head does not consist of gas, but of a crystalline base (more precisely, only the head, the body is organic). By the way, he can not only control the stars, but also feel them. There are disadvantages to this, because he can feel the explosion of a star, and if it does not affect him, it will definitely distract him.

Poor bby let him sleep

He WOULD HAVE A GOOD RELATIONSHIP WITH THE DJ, IF NOT FOR ONE SMALL ISSUE THAT SPOILS EVERYTHING (in fact, there are many reasons and the "hostility" comes only from the DJ). This is not even a battle for the brand, since Apollinare never express desire to join NSR, not because he dislike them, no, the reason why, he already has so much to do: To maintain the opera house, his parents' mansion, while they are away, all the maids and butlers, their salary, train ballet dancers, his orchestra - he doesn't need additional duty in the form of District.

THE REASON WHY THEY(Only DJ actually, it's not mutual) DONT GET ALONG IS...... that he can conduct the stars. Imagine: You are a DJ, come home after you gave a concert and interacted with these P*lutonians, you decided to look through your telescope, admire the sky, make your scientific notes there and then

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All the stars in the sky are twitching in a cartoon disgusting way, or vice versa, smoothly, but still too fast, with the risk of colliding and exploding.

And you know who's to blame

This

Starhead

Asshole

Decided to practice his Vivaldi or whoever in the starry sky again, disturbing the order!

And then......

.....Bro got so mad that he sent a live message through 3 DISTRICTS HELP(Apollinare lives in Natura)

Temptation to show middle finger to this conductor is high.

The reason for disliking number 2

Gifts

Apollinare is a person of a different upbringing, so he doesn't see the problem in giving a magnificent bouquet as a sign of appreciation(He often gaining them after his performances)

......But some people see (But if he sponsored the launch of a satellite, it would be a different matter)

You think nothing else can get worse for DJ? ha! You're wrong! Once Apollinare asked one of his ballet pupils what kind of bouquet he could gift, listing the flowers and their meaning..... And they jokingly offered to gift food bouqet.

Apollinare did not understand the joke and SEARCHED "CREATING FOOD BOUQUET SERVICE" ON THE INTERNET, ORDERED IT AND GIFTED A BOUQUET OF ICE DODO POPS, HELP, THIS GUY.....

(Y'all, admit you envy Subatomic right now)

Subatomic could refused, but..... Do you really think that he would refuse such a bouquet? Even if an enemy gave him this one, he wouldn't have the heart to throw it away.

Remember, I said that the main reason for dislike is that Apollinare wreaked havoc in the night sky? Forget AND BEHOLD: TRUE REASON TO DISLIKE APOLLO

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Height

Even if Apollinare takes off his shoes and the DJ stays in his and does not take off his hood, the conductor will remain taller.(But I'm a lazy ass and forgot to redraw Pollo, he's head so tiny there😭😭😭)

(I swear, he is higher)

As a result, Apollinare unknowingly stole everything from him: His space(thankfully not personal), his height, his bitches.

NEVERTHELESS, Apollinare never cease to admire the DJ's music and theme, and although he still cannot get to any of his live concerts (Work does not spare poor Pollo ;-;), he enjoys watching streams recorded by other people.

NOW ABOUT RATIO

Ratio isn't related to Apollinare, however, he also admires her, although her theme includes not only space(but mainly). She has a cute, cartoonish, soulful vibes, like in "Bee and Puppycat." (She even speaks like PC when she is wearing a helmet)

In the mentioned art, Sayu was drawn as a cute detail, Ratio herself is not close to any EDM megastars(she afraid of them all), nevertheless, these two like to chatting online sometimes (this is the one and only method of communication that does not make Ratio panic)

Ratio also chatting a bit with Eloni, Eve(suprisingly huh???) and Tatiana (Ratio chatting with Tati more about business things or asking for help//advice)

I HOPE I ANSWERED EVERYTHING CLEARLY AND THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR SO MANY QUESTIONS, I'M OVERWHELMED IN A GOOD WAY AHAHAHAHAHAH *Dead*

[atomicfolklorist]

Why Hello there,

This is my main blog but I do also have 2 other blogs for my originals stories that you can check out here -

Subatomic Opera (Atompunk sci-fi)

The Eye of Time: Morhezia (Slavic inspired fantasy)

Feel free to ask any questions I don´t care, I do also have a YT channel where I will cover my works and maybe movies and shows -

Youtube and oh yeh I do have Twitter but I don´t know how active I´m gonna be there. Now on Bluesky too!

All of my blogs are marked as +18 there should be no nudity but there might be gore or something

[duskdaumbreon]

EXTREMELY rare Opera W.

I cannot stress how overwhelmingly and impossibly rare this is. This is like "the subatomic particles in the air rearranged to suddenly become a block of cheese" levels of rare.

Opera is a godawful browser that absolutely nobody should ever use, that steals your data, that uses underhanded bullshit to get views on their shitty stream, and is overall absolute garbage. Their VPN is even worse.

[fursasaida]

How the Physics of Resonance Shapes Reality | Quanta Magazine

A system’s natural frequencies depend on its intrinsic properties: For a flute, for instance, they are the frequencies of sound waves that exactly fit inside its cylindrical geometry. [...]

Quantum theory revealed that the structure of atoms, no less than the structure of symphonies, is intimately tied to resonance. Electrons bound to atoms are a little like sound waves trapped inside flutes. As for the atomic nuclei, further advances in the 1930s showed that many kinds of atomic nuclei only exist in the universe today because of resonance. Resonant transitions are critical to the nuclear fusion reactions that transmute one type of atomic nucleus into another. The most celebrated of these nuclear resonances enables the fusion of three helium nuclei into one carbon nucleus. Without this, stars would not be capable of producing carbon or heavier elements, and life as we know it would not be possible.

But the roots of resonance in fundamental physics lie deeper. In the late 1920s physicists began to develop a powerful mathematical framework known as quantum field theory that remains the language of particle physics to this day. In quantum field theory, the universe’s truly elementary entities are fields that fill all space. Particles are localized, resonant excitations of these fields, vibrating like springs in an infinite mattress. The frequencies at which quantum fields prefer to vibrate stem from fundamental constants whose origins remain obscure; these frequencies in turn determine the masses of the corresponding particles. Blast the vacuum of empty space hard enough at the right frequency, and out will pop a bunch of particles.

In this sense, resonance is responsible for the very existence of particles. It has also increasingly become the workhorse of experimental particle physics. When measuring how often specific combinations of particles are produced in high-energy collisions, physicists see pronounced peaks in the detection rate as they vary the collision energy: new manifestations of the universal resonance curve. “As with the wineglass, you’re sweeping through a system that wants to resonate,” said Strassler. “You’ll make anything vibrate that can.”

[agoodfriendtoyou]

NSR Swaps: Sayu

I forgot to post this lol. These are pretty fun. I also decided to do fight descriptions. Follow if you enjoy<3

You are welcome to use them, as long as you credit me.

Reblogs > Likes

Bunk bed junction — Sayu

The Sayu crew are older, with dodo being 24, sofa being 22, and remi and tila being 20

Rock band with a siren mascot

Sayu is much more aggressive, also acting as more sentient than her original.

I got a most of sayu’s new colors by inverting the original

Remi is the artist, Tila is the vocals, Dodo is the drummer, and Sofa plays the guitar

The reason they are rejected is both because rock is a old relic of the past, and “artists should not have to hide behind a screen to produce power

Dj Subatomic Supernova — Dj Electronic Extraterrestrial

Djee is a digital, alien, lo-fi Disk Jockey

Djee’s offstage name is Ele(pronounced “L”)

Ele often comes off more rude than she intends to

She also acts level headed, but hides a fiery temper

Her crew are all object heads. Dodo is a planet, remi is a brush, Sofa is a old computer, and tila is whatever Djss is.

Ele’s dj station is shaped like a ufo, and constantly flies away, you use projectile notes to shoot it down. She forms a solar system around her like the original Djss. When her dj station is destroyed in phase 3, she grows in size and uses the stage as a record. In her final phase the stage breaks into multiple pieces, and she snaps, flinging shards of vinyl that you can parry back, and during this phase her music is very glitchy. After you beat her, she glitches out of existence

Yinu — Flora

Flora is a opera singer who is a hard light projection

I had a completed, completely different design, and I hated it. So I started over

Remi is the artist who created Flora. He is very passionate about her and Tilas performances

Tila is a pianist, and the voice of sayu. She feels bad for remi, since he doesn’t get as much attention as her and Flora

Flora is very protective of Remi and Tila, and becomes destructive towards those who hurt them.

During phase 1 of Flora’s battle, it is only Tila and Remi on the stage. Remi draws a gate around the stage, keeping the players out. After this is destroyed, Flora descends to the stage, her presence forming thorny vines around Tila, and a rose around Remi. When Flora is down, her vines disappear so you can attack Tila. Once phase 3 begins, Flora is angered, petals wilting, eyes going white, and thorns sprouting from her neck down to her arms. She grows massive destroying the opera house. She forms a thorny cage around her and the players, rooting herself in the ground. She sinks beneath the stage, thorns sprouting along her path. Once she sprouts back up, you can attack her. After you defeat her, you try to do your finisher, Remi and Tila knocks you down from the platform. Flora is relived, but they snap at her, blaming Flora for ruining the concert. They attack you with scribbles and music notes.

After you knock them down, Flora catches them, missing Remi’s tablet and Tilas Piano. Once they land, Flora is furious at you, and is about to attack, but is brought back to sanity by a somber melody played by her two creators on the broken piano. She looks around at the destroyed opera house, and slowly walks back to the two, shrinking to her normal size. She and tila softly hum to the piano as Flora fades away.

1010 — Tonal

Tonal is a kids band. They mostly do covers, but have recently made a album of original songs.

Unlike 1010, they do not have hair weapons, they do have the blasters tho.

Sayu is their manager. She is a mermaid who lost her tail in the border wars. She also has a spare prosthetic tail.

When you enter the ship, Tonal gives you a surprisingly warm welcome. One of you is charmed by the child androids. After you destroy one of the bots, Sayu flies in on the flying factory, deploying misiles on the players. Tonal also forms shields around themselves. Once their face plates are destroyed, they greet horrified fans(children, mind you), and they explode. After seeing this, Sayu goes all out. Spinning blades, bombs, and lasers fill the air and ground. You must shoot her down.

After the factory crashes, Sayu goes on a tangent about the war, her creations, and why she fights for NSR. You leave halfway through.

Eve — Sayas

Sayu is a fish creature. She is also a sculptor primarily, and is one of the players ex bandmates

The same thing with Flora happened with Sayu, except her design still somewhat resembles the old one

She and the other player created four sculptures out of various materials , and with her magic, brought them to life.

Do is made of glass, Re is made of copper wire, So is made of clay, and La is hollow ceramic.

When you enter, the four sculptures are resting on a lavish, colorful couch, with a golden statue of NSR’s CEO behind it. Sayu sighs as one of you struggles to understand the concepts of the piece, and the sculptures leave the couch, and Sayu rises as herself instead of the couch, and the battle begins.

Phase 1 has you fighting Sayu on her own, the statues standing aside in the corners. After this phase, she isolates you both, with two of the statues you must fight. Her ex is in a hall themed around coral, and the pedestrian(s) are in a hall that looks like the bottom of a underwater trench. The trench has very little light, and the main one is used to illuminate Sayu. Once the glass is broken, the CEO’s statue is brought into the halls. The coral turns to menacing limbs, and the vents into a volcano. Once Sayu is beaten for the third time you run down an empty hall, the statues standing a last defense, destroying themselves in the process. Glass, wire, clay, and ceramic shards fly towards you in a frenzy. You both meet and Sayu is defeated.

The statues are broken, and Sayu leaves into a white void. Her former bandmate goes after her, comforting Sayu as she mourns the loss of the one thing she had left of their relationship. You explain to Sayu how she doesn’t need another person to be complete, and that she is strong on her own. You say your goodbyes and you both leave Sayu to ponder the words you said.

Tatiana — Siren Industries

Sayu is an abandoned project by the crew. She was a rock idol in her prime, but nobody knew who created her.

They split because Remi constantly went against what everyone else agreed on

Dodo, sofa, and tila made a new company, Siren Industries. Tila acts as the face of the company, managing social connections and political affairs, like the auditions. Sofa is behind the infrastructure of the city, approving construction in the districts. Dodo manages the economy of the city, deciding what funds should go where.

Remi is bitter about being left by the three, and acts as a stand in for Kliff. This is because he was against abandoning Sayu, and he was not the one to get her in the split despite being her creator.

Instead of a clock tower, the Nsr tower acts as a light house.

She is stored inside a usb, and she emerges as a corrupted serpent. She powers the light house.

In Siren’s fight, the first phase has you dodging attacks from “Sayu”, afterwards, Sofa jumps down sword in hand, and begins to fight you. After attacking him with the key, the murals shatter, revealing holograms of coral. Another phase of “Sayu” attacks, then Dodo jumps down, wielding the other sword. His attacks are more precise and do more damage. Once you key him as well, a stage covered with oceanic decor rises. This time, “Sayu” has new, more aggressive attacks. Once this part ends, Tila drops down, and the two swords are thrown to her. Once you defeat her, the showstopper shows them deflecting the blast with the swords.

After the fight, the light in the lighthouse shatters revealing a usb drive. One of you plugs in the usb. As the file loads, Remi congratulates you on your victory, and then gets into a fight with his former friends. Once the file loads, Sayu falls out of the computer, whole for the first time in a long time. Remi drops the remote in shock; he thought they deleted Sayu. You ask why Siren Industries has Sayu powering the lighthouse, and it is revealed that they and Remi made Sayu. Remi asks why they kept Sayu, and they say that if they didn’t, they knew he’d try to do it all on his own. They both apologize for the way they treated each other, and somebody accidentally pushes the button on the remote, causing the satellite to start crashing towards the tower. Dodo tells you to return the districts to the artists, and that they have a backup plan.

When attempting to enter the main plaza, you are bombarded by fans, unable to move outside of a small circle the fans have cleared, bots raining from the sky. You then hear a familiar voice “Need a hand?” Sayu emerges from the dark(think her phase 3 form) and draws away the crowd from you, allowing you to enter the grand quaza

Thank you for your time, and Disk Jockey Subatomic Supernova is next!

1010 Sayu Djss

[quotesfrommyreading]

As atoms and subatomic particles swirl and crash into each other within the magnetic whorl of CERN’s Large Hadron Collider (LHC), the detectors watching their collisions and the high-energy debris they produce turn what they’re seeing into data—a lot of data.

The vast majority of that data is fluff that CERN automatically filters out. But each year that LHC runs, CERN estimates, produces 90 petabytes of saved data—enough to fill up 90,000 typical 1-terabyte hard drives. CERN, in the fashion of a 1960s space opera, stores much of it on giant banks of magnetic tape in a glossy room near the French-Swiss border. It’s too much data for any human to easily sift through.

It’s perhaps unsurprising that hidden gems lie buried deep within these storage banks, waiting to be found. Particle physicists have uncovered one such gem: a strange particle with a strange name, X(3872). If they’re right, it could be a look back into the very earliest flickers of time—what the universe looked like in the first millionth of a second after the Big Bang.

  —  Physicists spy X particle in Large Hadron Collider data

[jetpackexhaust]

That Stupid Sexist Scientist

Last week a CERN scientist revealed he’s only a particle physicist because quarks think his brain’s a subatomic particle too. Professor Allessandro Strumia went on stage and destroyed his career so fast the OPERA experiment swear they’ve really detected faster than light events this time. Strumia lied about his talk’s title to deliver 26 slides of Mens’ Reddit Assholery to CERN’s first workshop on High Energy Physics and Gender, a room filled with women scientists, and upload them to the internet. He couldn’t have fucked things worse if he’d snuck into the accelerator tunnels and stuck his cock in an antimatter beam, because at least then this dick’s annihilation would have generated usable data.

He spent hours carefully assembling a powerpoint shit accelerator and aimed it at those fans on the side of the SHIELD Helicarrier, except he targetd a real organization with much more impressive equipment. CERN slammed down on him so fast and hard it counted as a test of general relativity. The only reason it wasn’t detected by LIGO is all scientists were wincing in embarrassment before adding him to every mute list in existence.

His employers and funders at the University of Pisa and European Research Commission immediately launched ethics investigations, because when someone calls all women scheming liars from the stage of a gender conference God alone knows what he’s done to women students on their own. Because they’re both backwards concepts based on older men insisting their assholery is the natural order of things.

We don’t have to engage his points because a dude telling you there’s no sexism is like a dude telling you there’s no gravity: the fact he’s standing there doing so automatically proves him wrong. He’s not an academic mind to be convinced, he’s a problem to be solved. If someone says your name is “Lying Hysterical Scumbag” you don’t dig out your passport to prove him wrong, and that’s what these dicks do to at least half the population every time they open their mouths.

These assholes are computer viruses: you don’t argue with them, you delete them from anything important. Every cry of “debate me” or “prove my research wrong” is a mail from “Y0ur b@nk” telling you to click on “shithead.exe”. Their arguments are cheese slices melted by ball sweat: easy to poke holes in, but doing so at their command is only playing into their stinking scrotal desires.

The only reason to take them apart is demonstrating their idiocy to other people with working brains. Which is what the brilliant Particles for Justice have already done, hundreds of scientists burning him with more educational and scientific precision and throwing him into the National Ignition Facility.

Which is why I’ll look at the dumbest parts instead.

Has talk started so tediously it might have been an attempt to reboot viewers brains in safe mode.

Presenting personal opinions in fake scientific formatting works for maybe half a birthday card, and even then only if your target works in the exact same research group and already likes you. Neither of which is even possible for Professor Strumia from exactly this slide. His talk could only have self-defeated earlier if he’d traveled back in time and used it to send his horny parents to sleep.

Strumia started his sexist shit in supersymmetry jargon.He might as well have pulled his dick out and declared it the meter: everything afterwards is clearly wrong, obviously offensive, and that way he would have been tackled off the stage before doing more damage. It also lets everyone know his data is going to be pathetic. His is a mindset which can’t grapple with new viewpoints because it’s too busy clutching its own cock as the axis of all realities.

The slides went straight on into Women be nurses, but men be truckers. Because the almost total gender bias in those fields is proof there isn’t sexism now. It isn’t often an invited CERN speaker makes homeopaths look intelligent because they at least understand an atom of the relevant elements, but here we are. And someone, please, ask him to comment on that "legal professions (where real power is". I want to see if enough shitheadery can exceed the Chandrasekhar limit and collapse this asshole into a black hole where he can no longer affect the outside world.

Behold the most accurate scatter graph you’ll ever see:

The way he not only fit that line to those points, but then felt confident displaying it to the world, is the perfect summary of sticking his stupid dick into a global mess. And he considers this enough mathematical foundation to launch into an incel manifesto complaining about how the real discrimination is against men! In 2018! At CERN! To an audience of mostly young women scientists! Forget rechecking his papers, I’d check this asshole’s math as he writes all his own future birthday cards.

He presented this slide to CERN’s Gender conference:

He presented this 4chan shit to the most concentrated counter-example in the history of the world! This guy thinks cupping his balls counts as peer review. Though “thinks” might be a strong description for testosterone molecules wandering down the whistling axon alleys and deciding to see what these receptors do. He then completed the center square of every shithead bingo card with “Cultural Marxism”, for real, written down in a presentation to one of the most advanced scientific facilities on Earth.

On a lighter note he demonstrated his true scientific ability by devoting another whole slide to previous shitheads who got fired for doing exactly what he’s doing, but much less so. So when CERN immediately revoked his status we didn’t lose a major predictive mind.

He mentioned but misspelled James “Darmore”, which is perfect in more dimensions than his precious superstring theory. That’s you, Damore! Even fellow shitheads don’t care enough to spell your name right! Hope those entire dollars you got from a week of rightwing podcasts are making up for the loss of Google pay! Haha!

This asshole event horizon thinks that insulting everyone on Earth is same as disagreeing with a particular variant of the theory of tiny superstrings. In his mind women are infinitesimal objects only really noticeable in a highly specific and deeply and unsupported theory.

He’ since doubled down on dickheading by telling Nature “I hope they will want to talk and tell me what it was about my talk that was illegal.”, then achieved the rare tripling down by describing the reaction as “lynching”.  If nothing else it’s depressingly unoriginal. You’d hope a theoretical physicist could at least achieve original new breakthroughs in being a prick.

More science fun at ZERO POINT COMEDY

Thanks to @shmeezee for the slides

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Media Consumed Impressions 3/31-4/6

What the Future Looks Like [book - nonfiction] - Subatomic wormholes! Antimatter drives! Quantum computing! This book was fascinating and so much fun to read. It’s also one of the few times I’ve had physics explained to me and been able to understand it. There’s a really beautiful essay about the only village in the world in which it is legal to harvest sea turtle eggs and why that’s a good policy for every species involved.

The Phantom of the Opera (1925) [movie] - The silent film! I absolutely loved its use of color - the Phantom’s Red Death costume really pops out and the masquerade scene is a visual riot. 

This is also the only adaptation in which I liked Raoul as a character. He and Christine have honest-to-god chemistry and genuinely seem to enjoy being around each other. And in the scene where Christine is crying in her dressing room over fear of what the Phantom might do? He doesn’t talk over her or tell her that there’s nothing to fear - he wipes her tears and makes her laugh. I have NEVER seen their relationship portrayed like that in any production. There is absolutely a reason that Christine loves him in this one.

And of course, there’s Lon Chaney’s fantastic performance as the Phantom. At the end of the movie, where he faces down an angry mob with panache, courage and one last trick - that’s a scene that’ll stick with me for a long time.

Night of the Living Dead [movie] - Technically and narratively, it’s not the best put together movie by multiple miles. And yet...it’s powerful. And tragic. There’s so many pieces of it that were lifted and expanded upon by other imaginations in other times. 

The Dark Crystal Creation Myths Vols. 2-3 [comic - fiction] - Ehhhhh...I didn’t like the rest of the series nearly so much as the first volume. They did away with the little myths in between chapters that made the world as a whole seem so lively. Without those little breaks and elaborations, the world seems flatter and the characters with it.

[subatomicopera]

I had so much fun making this I decided to make a speedpaint of it!

[supremeuppityone]

WIP Wednesday

My muse has been extra busy with Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek! Here’s another sneak peek at a WIP for Week 4 [April 20-April 26, 2025] – Science fiction. This is a Klaroline fusion with the movie, Repo! The Genetic Opera.

The lockdown barrier could be disrupted on a subatomic level; it was a theory her friend Bonnie had worked on for years before inventing a successful Q-fracture particle. And then she was forcibly dragged out of her balcony pod.

            The Q-fracture particle that Bonnie had given her was embedded in the gold spike for better conduction; but Caroline hadn’t used it until now. Bonnie’s sentencing had left its mark. Holding her breath, she carefully breached the particle field, a muffled hiss and pop signaling her success. Carefully sliding through the temporarily frozen barrier, she quickly darted down the empty hallway, ignoring the neuro-sensory ads that appeared every few steps.

            Ducking into a supply pod, she frantically pulled on a GeneCo bio-suit, the slick fabric smoothly sliding into place.

            “Well, aren’t you an unexpected surprise. Tell me, love, are you hiding from unbearable relatives too?”

[atomicfolklorist]

What stories do you want to share? Like what more do you like?

I adore Atompunk its my favorite "punk" media, blame it on Fallout...that being an inspiration for my Sci-Fi universe Subatomic Opera its a rule of cool and by that I mean "whats cool to me" so thats a pretty good place to look for what things I like.

When it comes to fantasy I prefer the more ...Tolkien or Witcher type of fantasy over the DnD style I feel like those have more ...personality?

If you want to know fandoms I´m in there you go - Arcane, Fallout, The Elder Scrolls, Baldurs Gate 3(New), VTM Bloodlines(New), Borderlands, Hollow Knight, LoTR, Star Wars, Dishonored, Dragon Age (not Veilguard), Kingdom Come Deliverence, Witcher and more that I can´t remember rn

[placetobenation]

Welcome to the Wednesday Walk Around the Web, where we weave & wind through weblinks weekly. Hopefully you will find the links on offer amusing, interesting, or informative.

After two months of lockdown and a drastic reduction in COVID-related deaths, Italy is beginning to incrementally ease restrictions. Notably, the first phase of the relaxed measures in Italy is still far more restricted than preventive measures in many other places, while the UK is flailing and the US is potentially looking at thousands of daily deaths in the coming months as a small rump faction agitates for impossibly irresponsible reopenings, with the backing of segments of the federal government.

Much of the world is either on lockdown or otherwise severly curtailed, and as a result carbon emissions have decreased by about five and a half percent in a stark illustration of how much of the problem is driven by large-scale industry, the systemic dynamics that keep them churning, and the people who turn those dynamics to their advantage at the cost of…[gestures vaguely at everything].

Of course, as visible objects are made up of subatomic particles, large-scale systemic changes are made up of individual decisions by individual people. The precautions we take when we have to go out in public gain power the more people who participate. Having everyone wear masks eventually benefits everyone collectively, and something as simple as a folded-up cotton T-shirt can be remarkably effective for the purposes of most people not working in healthcare or otherwise on the proverbial front lines.

We’re all having to keep ourselves entertained a lot. If you, like me, quickly tire of scrolling through Netflix quickly enough to avoid the accursed autoplay nonsense and give up entirely, you may be driven to more esoteric means of occupying yourself, such as cheese-based recreations of prehistoric megaliths, which are educational and tasty, or you might put a lot of effort, time, and rubber bands into seeing how many you can wrap around a watermelon before it implodes all over you and your apartment. (Seriously though, maybe save your elastic for homemade masks.)

We must keep ourselves spiritually uplifted during difficult times as well, to which end I can only recommend this Irish priest’s method of conducting a mobile rave through the streets of Belfast. I eagerly await video evidence of PTBN resident holy man Jordan Duncan similarly uplifting his flock.

If you’ve ever wondered how well movies and other media depict the real and disorienting experience of actual factual cults, a former cult member is here to tell you.

This Week in Things I Learned: HOOOOOOONK, it’s time to learn about car horns and klaxons!

There are more takes on the Marvel film series than one could possibly shake a stick at, but not everyone can sum up each movie with true eloquence and clear vision.

Anyone who made a mixtape for their crush back in The Long Ago must bow down in recognition and respect for the teenager who combined a He-Man/She-Ra storytime cassette with meticulously-chosen rock songs to create The Secret of the Sword: The Rock Opera. The effort is monumental, but a part of me can’t escape some disappointment that it’s not a She-Ra-ck Opera. (Yes, friends, of course you can listen to the mixtape yourself. I can imagine no better use of our time today.)

[elisearees]

Press Release April 1 2014

Opera Mediaworks launches revolutionary “Tap to Teleport” ad unitSan Mateo, Calif. – Apr 01, 2014

Today, Opera Mediaworks pulled back the curtain on a project it has been working on vigorously for many months, an interactive mobile ad unit called Tap To Teleport.

The unit initially takes the form of a standard mobile banner, leaderboard or medium rectangle — but when the user “taps to teleport”, the smartphone or tablet scans the user’s body down to the subatomic level, cleverly circumventing the Heisenberg uncertainty principle by utilizing quantum-entangled particles.

It then annihilates the parts at Point A and then sends the scanned data to Point B to build the user back up, all in a fraction of second — which is essential for today’s on-the-go consumer.

According to sources within the company, the engineering team has never been happier, as they were finally able to use their brilliant minds and advanced degrees for something other than click-path tracking.

“No offense to Zuck, but who needs Oculus Rift and virtual reality when you have the ability to create, like, a REAL reality,” comments Melissa McMahon, Social Media Intern. “Will that quote work for your press release?” she adds.

Due to restrictions from the United States Department of Health and Human Services, Opera Mediaworks began testing the Tap To Teleport technology in international markets. China quickly jumped on board with the project and has also shown interest in being Opera’s commercial teleportation provider.

Testing of the ad unit quickly uncovered a clear demographic delineation.

“Unsurprisingly, the interaction rate on this new unit is particularly high among millennials,” says Mahi de Silva, CEO, Opera Mediaworks.

“We thought at first it was because they were generally unsatisfied with their job, apartment or relationship and wanted to quickly start over in a new, exciting place.

But, data revealed that it was really just so they could take a selfie with a palm tree in the background and post it on Facebook to make their friends TOTES JELLY.”

The company acknowledges potential obstacles to mainstream adoption of the mobile ad unit, such as the hefty $1.2M CPC and the 25-page disclaimer and Terms of Service that consumers must accept before embarking on their teleported journeys.

Still, Opera Mediaworks plans to submit the unit to the IAB to consider as a Mobile Rising Stars ad unit for 2014 and will move forward with a pilot program, with several brands participating. Opera Mediaworks will also experiment with a cost-per-completed-teleport (CPCT) model.

“Now, don’t quote me on this, but this new ad unit is effing rad,” says Scott Swanson, President, Global Advertising Sales, Opera Mediaworks. “It’s going to completely revolutionize the way people travel and interact with one another — and it’s going to make us gobs of money.”

Mark Slade, Managing Director, Europe for Opera Mediaworks, was unavailable for comment, having already teleported himself out of the London’s March nastiness to a far sunnier locale.

About Opera Mediaworks

Opera Mediaworks powers the mobile ad economy through technology innovation, transparency and trust, to create vibrant marketplaces for publishers and advertisers across the globe. This enables advertisers to efficiently reach their target audience and publishers to improve their monetization. Opera Mediaworks operates the world’s biggest brand-focused mobile ad network, serving 23 of the 25 top global brands. We also deliver the world’s leading mobile ad server and monetization tools to 17 of the top 25 media companies worldwide. Our mission is to deliver relevance in the medium where it matters most — on mobile devices.

Headquartered in Silicon Valley, California, Opera Mediaworks has offices in New York, United Kingdom, Argentina, Brazil, Mexico, India, Indonesia, Russia, Ukraine and Norway. Opera Mediaworks is a wholly-owned subsidiary of Opera Software ASA, which is listed on the Oslo Stock Exchange under the ticker symbol OPERA. Learn more about Opera Mediaworks at www.operamediaworks.com.

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