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[astrofaeology]

Mercury in the Houses

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1st house When Mercury resides here, your very essence speaks. Your intellect shapes your persona; you are a naturally curious individual, expressing yourself directly and often with remarkable openness. This placement signifies a mind that is constantly engaged with learning, readily absorbing information from your surroundings and projecting your thoughts outward. You possess a distinct verbal presence, making your initial impressions impactful.

2nd house Mercury in this house means your mind focuses on resources and values. You think practically about money, possessions, and security. Communication skills are often tied to earning or acquiring. You might articulate well about finances, business ventures, or what you deem worthwhile. This placement suggests a cleverness regarding material matters, and perhaps a talent for verbalizing your worth.

3rd house This is Mercury's natural domain, intensifying its qualities. Your intellect is incredibly agile, absorbing vast amounts of data from your immediate environment. You are a natural communicator, excelling in everyday conversations, writing, and short journeys. Curiosity drives you to learn continuously, making you adept at various forms of expression and connecting with siblings or local communities.

4th house Mercury in this position indicates a mind deeply connected to home, family, and personal roots. Your thoughts often revolve around domestic matters, security, and your heritage. Communication within the family unit is crucial, and you may enjoy intellectual discussions at home. This placement suggests a reflective intellect, often seeking inner peace through understanding your foundational experiences.

5th house Mercury here indicates that you have a mind that's has a natural disposition towards the arts and creativity. You communicate with zest, finding joy in self-expression and intellectual challenges. This position suggests a talent for entertainment, teaching, or any activity where you can blend wit with imaginative flair.

6th house Mercury in this house means your intellect is directed towards practical concerns, work, and well-being. You possess an analytical mind, excelling at organization, problem-solving, and managing details. Communication is precise and efficient, often focused on daily routines, service to others, or health matters. This placement highlights a knack for methodical thinking and a desire for order.

7th house Mercury here emphasizes intellect in partnerships and relationships. You seek mental stimulation from others, thriving on discussions and exchanges of viewpoints. Communication is key to your one-on-one interactions, and you often prefer fair, balanced dialogue. This position suggests a person who learns through relating to others and may be drawn to intellectual alliances.

8th house This placement points to a profound and investigative mind. You delve into mysteries, hidden truths, and complex subjects like psychology, shared resources, or transformation. Your communication is often intense and probing, seeking deeper understanding beneath the surface. You may be drawn to research, occult studies, or uncovering secrets.

9th house Mercury in this house means your intellect expands into higher learning, philosophy, and foreign cultures. You possess a broad perspective, eager to explore different belief systems and distant lands. Communication is often philosophical, inspiring, and focused on big ideas. This position suggests a natural teacher, traveler, or someone deeply interested in global thought.

10th house Mercury in this house places your intellect and communication firmly in your career and public image. You express yourself professionally, often through writing, speaking, or strategic planning within your vocation. Your mind is geared towards achieving success and establishing authority. This placement indicates a person whose reputation is shaped by their articulate nature and intellectual contributions.

11th house Here, Mercury's influence extends to your social groups, aspirations, and humanitarian ideals. Your intellect thrives in collective settings, engaging in discussions about future possibilities and shared objectives. You communicate effectively within teams, contributing innovative ideas and fostering connections based on mutual interests. This position suggests a mind focused on progress and community.

12th house When Mercury is in this house, your intellect operates in subtle, often hidden ways. You possess a highly intuitive and introspective mind, processing information through dreams, intuition, and unspoken cues. Communication may be less direct, leaning towards creative expression, spiritual contemplation, or working behind the scenes. This placement suggests a mind that finds peace in solitude and deep reflection.

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[alatusperegrinus]

What if Caelus, Dan Heng, and Welt Yang were equally obsessed with you at the same time— you, the new addition to the Astral Express?

Caelus/Dan Heng/Welt Yang x Reader (NSFW)

At first, Dan Heng was unsure of his feelings towards you. He knew that having an attraction to someone was a completely normal occurence, and it'll be gone with time. But he couldn't understand as to why it gets harder the longer you stayed at the express. His mind couldn't stop flashing images of you whenever he's alone in the archives. His eyes couldn't stop wandering at your features whenever you two meet at the lounge (he stops staring and looks away exactly right before your gaze lands at him).

Whenever Himeko would task you with something that requires looking at the data bank, Dan Heng would go insane (not that he would ever admit) whenever you're too near from him. He could smell the perfume you sprayed on your neck, the detergent you use for laundry, your shampoo, and the lotion you use occasionally. It's smells so... you, that he would try to inhale deeply with discreet.

That time Dan Heng knew he was in too deep was when he felt your breath touch his neck as you leaned and looked closely on the screen he was pointing at.

Dan Heng held his breath for a split second, eyes widening and fluttering in shock. He quickly regained control of his breathing, he has to. But of course, he doesn't have full control of his body as his cock started to harden.

Good thing you didn't stay at his room for too long. Dan Heng quickly locked his door after you left. Rushing to his futon, he sloppily pulled his pants down to his knees, not bothering to remove them fully. He bit a thick part of his shirt to muffle his noises as he jerked himself off with haste. With his eyes closed tightly, an image of you flashed without hesitation. How would you sound like if you were the one he's pleasuring? How would you taste on his tongue, how would you feel as he touches you all over?

He would come so quick and hard from those thoughts of you. Dan Heng sighed, it's going to be harder from now on.

Caelus knew he liked you ever since the first trailblazing expedition he had with you. You were strong, calm, and very protective of the team. Not to mention the way you presented yourself during combat (that were sometimes the subject of his wet dreams). Caelus realized that he loved hearing you laugh at his iconic responses. Sometimes his humor was forcedly executed, earning only a snicker or a face palm from you, but at least he still gets to bask in your divine attention.

Caelus would gain confidence as time goes on. He would drop flirtatious comments whenever you two were the only ones in the room. You would giggle and flirt back with him, but it only stays there.

Caelus would be the type to jerk off more than 3x a week at the thought of you. Yes, without shame he fucks his fist during his shower time. Good thing his shower's placed a bit far from the entrance of his room, so no one could hear his pathetic whines and moans of your name.

Mr. Welt Yang, the express' most reliable guide, who couldn't help but fancy you as well.

There was just something about you that sparks curiousity in him, something that he had never felt before.

You two would spend time playing competitive games, read books from your personal library, and watch old animations from his planet. But Welt enjoys conversations with you the most. Whenever you two talk, time flies so quickly that the both of you were suprised that it's been two hours or so. During those conversations, he was able to get to know you deeper. Your values, your philosophies, your train of thoughts— Welt could list hundreds of things he likes about you. But he loves the way you make him feel.

You make him feel alive. As if you were an adventure he has always longed for. You make Welt feel so young. Especially during vulnerable talks between you and him felt natural and most importantly, safe.

But Welt, even with his age, is inexperienced. He's fully aware of his feelings for you, yet he's struggling to act on it. So he resorts to underhanded methods to satisfy his yearning for you.

You know Welt Yang is a nerd, adorably so. But did you even know he's a downright pervert? Don't blame him— it was because of you he's like this.

Welt hopes you don't keep count of your undies. He just took one with him, promise, only one. He'll bring it back after, along with your clean laundry.

[technomancer--emy]

I wanted to show off my process on this D&D character I made with chatGPT, step by step

This took me several hours to make

Ethics notes:

For the fabric swaths I used fabrics off of google. In the future I will use fabric uploaded to sites that are in the public domain.

I also created this with the training data turned off, so any reference images I used were not used to train the AI. Turning off training data locks the chat into the chat alone.

Above is the finished project.

Below the read more, you'll see the majority of the process used to create this image. The full conversation with chat is around 50 pages, so I'll just post the highlights here.

First I started with the basic sketch, simple axolotl person

Next, we made her a mage

Next I gave the AI this fabric to work with for her cloak

And that resulted in this

Next we started working on the color

Next I gave the AI the fabric for the hat

And I gave what I wanted to be in the crystal ball

And I asked the AI to make her a little cuter. I think the word 'cuter' resulted in a complete redo of the art style.

After spending some time getting the art style back, we got the background involved, the story is set in a post apocalypse, I wanted to do a water color background

Next, finishing details, a dagger and a bell and some birds in the crystal ball. The results were a bit awkward.

Finally, I added a bit of glow and made the face cuter, smoothed out the more awkward details and I tattered the robes.

This took me somewhere between 4 and 5 hours to make and something like 50 pages of reading to achieve.

For the D&D nerds, her name is Ayula. She's a triton celestial warlock and her patron is a servant of Celestian the Sky Wanderer. Her game took place east of the sword coast on an island called Alaron. I'm thrilled I could bring her to life.

[randomitemdrop]

you've posted a few ai generated images as items lately, and i'm wondering if that's intentional or not?

Short answer: no, it wasn't. Aside from a few I made when the generators first became publicly available and all the images were gooey messes, they've all been reader-submitted, although I'll admit I didn't catch the snail-boots. Personally I think AI image generators are a more nuanced situation than a lot of opinions I've seen on Tumblr, but given that they can be used so evilly, I'm steering away from them, if only to avoid the Wrath of the Disk Horse.

Long answer, and this is just my take, if you want to really get into it you'll have a much more interesting conversation with the people with devoted AI art blogs instead of me occasionally sharing things people submit:

There have been some major cases of unethical uses for it, but I think it's important to remember why AI image generators are such an issue; data scraping and regurgitating uncredited indie art is bad, but in the case of the snail-boots, it was just a fusion of one dataset of "product photos of boots" and another of "nature photos of snails", which I would say is not depriving anyone of credit or recognition for their work (MAYBE photographers, if you're a professional nature photographer or really attached to a picture you took of a snail one time?) I get the potential misuses of it, but when Photoshop made it easy to manipulate photos, the response was "hmm let's try and use this ethically" instead of "let's ban photo editing software". Like, I'd feel pretty unethical prompting it with "[character name] as illustrated by [Tumblr illustrator desperate for commissions]" or even "[character name] in DeviantArt style", but I'd have a hard time feeling bad for prompting with "product photo of a Transformer toy that turns into the Oscar Meyer Wienermobile". I know there's the question of "normalizing" the services but I think that overestimates how much the techbros running these things care about how everyday consumers use their free products, preferring to put their effort towards convincing companies to hire them to generate images for them, and in that case they respond way better to "here are some ways to change your product so that I would be willing to use it" than to "I will never use your product". For example here's one I just made of "the holy relic department at Big Lots", fusing corporate retail photos and museum storage rooms.

TL/DR: on the one hand I understand the hate that AI gets and it's not something I'm planning on using for any of my creative projects, but on the other hand I think it's overly simplistic to say it's inherently bad and should never be used ever. On the third hand, I really hate participating in arguments over complex ethical philosophy, so I'm just gonna steer clear entirely.

[txttletale]

Agree with your latest big AI post, and I'm grateful to the ones you made in the past (they brought me around!), but I think it may also be useful to revisit your talking points about how little each individual artwork is reflected on the scale of a dataset. I think at least among artists, a decent amount of this is personal discomfort over their work being altered and reused without their permission. The fact that this can happen anyway—and does—as well as the insignificance of any one data point in the output (I seem to remember something about it proportionally being less than a pixel in a finished piece of output?) might help to allay a bit of that?

As always, thank you for the work you do to explain your positions so thoroughly!

i just guess that over time i have become less and less sympathetic to those concerns and have chosen to 'address' them circumspectly through art projects like slopjank prographilose and permission & compensation.

while of course you are correct that there is of course no appreciable effect upon anybody's life for an image they made being in an AI training dataset, i have just grown more and more sick of and scornful towards the underlying ideology behind that personal discomfort--i find it to be in opposition to human creativity, to existing within a culture, to art being a living thing in conversation with the world rather than a static quarantined IP preserved in amber.

especially as i see more and more people take this line to its logical conclusions re: copyright law, i no longer consider people for whom this is a primary concern misguided political allies who should be won over (the way i see people who are primarily concerned with what are fundamentally labour issues, even myopically, or people who are concerned with environmental impacts) but as political enemies.

[daz4i]

ok so i mentioned it briefly in my one monster post of every possible ratio theory i could think of. mostly as a joke tbh. and then i kept thinking abt it

can he like. make copies of himself. perhaps

i don't mean (just) his statues but like. like clones sorta

it'll explain some things about him that don't add up:

his ability to achieve so many things in so little time (getting 8 phds, teaching 52 courses as a professor, compiling data pertaining just one version of the divergent universe that supposedly takes a whole amber era to read, while working for the intelligentsia guild and going on ipc missions and working on who knows how many other projects, while still being so young)

his ability to get into places he theoretically shouldn't, like the seclusion zone on herta space station

his ability to disappear suddenly during conversations, like how he does with aventurine in 2.1

an extremely small thing but. it will add some Implications to that scene of him playing chess with himself

it'll add another layer to his statues and what they may mean, as well as how they foil herta and her puppets (taking it from "yeah they sure both have inanimate objects in their image" to "both of these objects ARE them, and allow them to be in multiple places at once")

how i think it'll work: well. in his trailer you can literally see him become one of his statues and switch places somewhere else. so. if this was intended from the beginning this is an insane hint to put there ngl

do i have any other backup beyond this? no. do i think it's cool regardless? yeah <3 if you think there are other canon details i missed that may be related, i encourage you to add them in a reblog, or reply/dm me and i'll add them to the post if you'd like! 🫡

[astral-realities]

Cant remember if i sent this ask already- if i did feel free to ignore

Not for anyone in particular, but is Habitually Stargazing the only one with the robot arm, while the rest are "off the string" puppets? Thats what I've gathered from the images I've seen, but I wanted to double check :)

BROS: If it was possible for any of us to go "off the string", you know I'd be the first to do that~

TFB: Hah, don't underestimate me! You'd never see me again...

TFB:

TFB: That was a joke, to clarify.

BROS: Uh-huh....

BROS: But yeah, this far, the only one who's been physically present in this room has been Habitually Stargazing. It's his chamber, the rest of us are using projections to "visit" him.

HS: A projection is a three-dimensional hologram of a puppet, with some filters applied to lessen the visual clutter. It's usually used to remove the umbilical arm and wires.

HS: The entire thing would not fit either way, and having the arm cut off halfway is... rather awkward.

BROS: What he said!

BROS: The projections are pretty handy when it comes to events with multiple participants.

BROS: But for one-on-one conversations, you're more likely to see a regular broadcast - the view from someone's chamber, with all that background mess. Wires, data pearls and whatnot...

[brotrustmeicanwrite]

I fucking hate AI but heavens would it be useful if it wasn't such an unethical shit show

First, just to be clear, I'm talking about actually using AI as a tool to support your writing process, not to generate soulless texts made from stolen data instead of writing yourself.

Back when ChatGPT first became available it was still pretty useless so I had a lot of time to learn about how it's made, how it works and the ethics of it before ever touching the technology. I decided pretty quickly to never use it to generate text (or images) for actual writing and art but I still wanted to experiment with what else it could do (because I'm a nosy bitch that needs to know and poke everything).

And HEAVENS was it a blessing for writing with adhd

The last time I wrote more than 200 words in a day (outside of school work obviously) was 7th grade. I wrote over 8k just in notes the day Google's "Gemini" (formerly "Bard") became available to the public.

In order to not jeopardize my existing work I decided to make a completely new story with Bard's help that wasn't linked in any way to anything I had made before. So I started with a prompt along the lines of "I need help writing a story". At first, it immediately started generating a completely random story about a green tiger but after some trial and error, I got it to instead start asking questions.

What do you want the theme of your story to be?

What genre do you want to write in?

What time period do you want your story to take place in?

Is there magic?

Are there other sentient creatures besides humans?

And so on and so forth. Until the questions became extremely specific after covering all the bases. I could tell that all I was doing was essentially talking to an amalgamation of every "how to write" blog and website you've ever seen and telling it which part I wanted to work on next but it still felt great because the AI didn't actually contribute anything besides a few suggestions of common tropes and themes here and some synonyms and related words there; I was doing all the work.

And that's the point.

Nothing in that exchange was something I couldn't easily do on my own. But what happened was that I had turned what is usually a chaotic mess of a railway network of thoughts into a clear and most importantly recorded conversation. I can sit down and answer all those questions on my own but what usually happens when I do, is that every thought I have branches out into 4-7 new ones which I then attempt to record all at once (which obviously doesn't work, yay adhd) only to end up lost in thought with maybe 20 lines of notes in total after 6 hours at the table. Alternatively, either because I get bored or just because, I get distracted by something or my own thoughts about a different unrelated topic and end up with even less.

Working within the boundaries of a conversation forces you to focus on one specific question at a time and answer it to progress. And the engagement from the back and forth is just enough entertainment to not get bored. The six hours I mentioned before is the time I spent chatting with what is essentially a glorified chatbot that day, way less time than what I spent on any other project, and yet I have more notes and a clearer image of the story than I do about any of my real work. I have a recorded train of thought.

In theory, this would also work with a real human in a real conversation but realistically only very few people have someone who would be willing to do that; I certainly don't have a someone like that. Not to mention that someone doesn't always have time. Besides that, a real human conversation involves two minds with their own ideas, both of which are trying to contribute their own thoughts and opinions equally. The type of AI chat that I experimented with, on the other hand, is essentially just the conversation you have with yourself when answering those questions, only with part of it outsourced to a computer and no one else butting into your train of thought.

On that note, I also tried to get it to critique my writing but besides fixing grammatical errors all that thing did was sing praises as if I was God. That's where you'll 100000% need humans.

tl;dr writing with AI as an assistant has basically the same effect as body doubling but it’s an unethical shit show so I’m not doing it again. Also I forgot to mention I did repeat the experiment for accuracy with different amount of spoons and it makes me extra bitter that is was very consistent

[directorofhernamesake]

…Ah. It’s working. It seems Yesod’s bookkeeping was enough after-all. Well then, I’ll keep this brief.

This is Angela, Librarian and Director of her Role’s Namesake, transmitting from the Outskirts using a T-Corp Style News-Ticker, tuned using notes from Malkuth on the frequencies used in T-Corp. We’ve modified this news-ticker to function not dissimilarly to a two-way transmission unit, though as it stands, it appears I’m the only one capable of interfacing with it, due to my status as a machine. I am reaching out to you, to all of you, so as to establish a connection, and to allow us to ‘catch up’ on matters while we continue to operate to the best of our abilities here in the Outskirts.

In interest of keeping things brief, I will state: the most recent piece of news we’ve been able to see on this news-ticker has been regarding an “Upstart Company” which resolved a distortion in T-Corp. I will also state, that while I appear to be able to interface with this device, we’re only able to upload old stored images from some truly desolate remaining infrastructure that was brought over from the former L-Corp… Ergo, do not question our current icon. Malkuth was… Incessant that I use an icon, and it was, unfortunately, the only undamaged data.

Regardless, I am hoping to establish a connection to keep us informed, and… Also to alleviate some of the boredom, we have begun to experience here.

As it stands, the data-sorting tags I am most likely to use, are as follows:

For conversations and communications with other users, I will be using “Interaction”.

For asks and direct messages, I will be using “Communication Received”.

For images of the city that manage to come through, I will use “Appreciable Art”.

//This blog is a parody, and in no way affiliated with Project Moon.//

//Mod intro under the cut.//

Howdy. I’m the mod of this blog; you can call me Avia, since that’s my name. The best way to introduce myself, is that I live with @inexorablyinsecure’s mod, Sickle, against my will. She’s the one who has pulled me into this, and he’s driving me absolutely mad with all of this. Still, I think we’ll have fun, but apologies if I tend to keep in my lane for a bit, at first.

As for tone, I’ll primarily be writing this as if she’s receiving tumblr posts across a news-ticker, and sending replies to the best of her ability. I’ll generally keep things brief, to the point, but when it comes to writing… I think I may become significantly more wordy. As for where they are in canon, they are currently post-exile, nearly current time as of Limbus Company, but to learn more, you’ll simply have to interact with her.

[tinynerdz360]

Future Ghost Chapter 11 New Mission

Edit date 6/13/25

Krik sat in his office, waiting for an important call from command. He had already sent his initial report. 

Kirk's computer terminal beeped with an urgent hail from Starfleet Command. He tapped the screen to accept the call. Admiral Nogura's stern face appeared, his brow furrowed.

"Captain Kirk, we need to discuss your report on the stowaway...this time traveler, Danny Fenton," the Admiral said, his tone clipped.

Kirk tensed. He had a feeling this conversation was coming, but he wasn't looking forward to it. "Yes, Admiral, I’ve made a detailed report on him. What else would you like to know?"

Nogura leaned forward, staring intently through the screen. "Is there any possible connection between this boy and the disappearance of Amity? Ensign Gray brought us concerning findings about unusual energy signatures at the crater site. But damn it, Kirk, we've lost so much data from the wars. It's beyond frustrating." The admiral shook his head wearily. “What baffles me is that nobody, and I mean nobody, noticed a whole city was gone. All these decades, not a mention of it.”

Kirk blinked in surprise, not expecting that to be the first topic at hand. It looks like Chekov’s friend had gone to Starfleet with her findings. Kirk chose his words carefully. "At this point, we haven’t asked him about it. We had some concerns about his ability to handle such news. He’s already stranded in time. We’re giving him more time before we break the news to him. But as far as we can tell, we don't have evidence directly linking Danny to Amity's disappearance.” 

"Our scientists have been studying the site and noticed some unusual phenomena." The admiral's eyes narrowed. "For one, there's a distinct lack of signs of weapon use. No residual energy signatures, no debris patterns consistent with known weaponry."

Kirk nodded. "That is strange. Have the scientists there found anything, maybe in historical documents?"

The admiral shook his head, frustration evident in his tone. "That's the problem, Kirk. With so much data lost during the wars, we can't even pinpoint exactly when the city vanished. It could have been at the beginning, in the middle, or even after the conflicts ended."

Kirk's fingers drummed on the armrest of his chair, a nervous habit he'd never quite been able to shake. "What about the crater itself? Anything unusual there?"

"Yes, and it's deeply concerning." The admiral's image flickered, the transmission wavering momentarily before stabilizing. "The crater is in a state of stasis, almost as if time itself has stopped within its boundaries. The soil remains barren, no signs of life or growth. It's as if the very essence of the place has been drained away."

Kirk tapped his chin in thought. “Maybe these energy beings from this Zone Danny mentioned have something to do with it?”

The admiral's expression turned grave. "It's a possibility.”

Kirk's thoughts turned to the enigmatic teenager under his command.

"There's something else, Kirk." The admiral's voice jolted him back to the present. "The energy interference around the crater is playing havoc with our equipment. Sensors malfunction, scanners give false readings. And some of our scientists...they've been affected too."

Kirk sat up straighter, alarm bells ringing in his head. "Affected how?"

"It's like they're in a trance. They keep leaving the site, drawn away by some unseen force. We've had to establish a quarantine zone just to keep them contained. Once they're far from the crater, they return to normal with no memory of the place."

Kirk met the admiral's gaze, determination etched into every line of his face. "I'll get to the bottom of this, Admiral. You have my word."

The admiral nodded, his expression softening just a fraction. "I know you will, Kirk. But be careful. We're dealing with forces beyond our understanding. Tread lightly and keep a close eye on that boy."

"Oh, and Kirk," the admiral's voice cut through Kirk's musings, drawing his attention back to the matter at hand. "There's another situation that requires your immediate attention."

Kirk straightened in his seat, his eyes sharp and focused. "Go ahead, Admiral."

The admiral's face was grave, the lines around his mouth and eyes deepening with concern. "We've lost contact with the science vessel USS Hades. They were studying a newly discovered planet, one with the ruins of a long-dead alien civilization."

Kirk frowned, a sense of unease settling in his gut. "Lost contact? For how long?"

"Nearly 48 hours now," the admiral replied, his voice tight. "Their last transmission mentioned a distress call from the planet's surface, but we haven't been able to raise them since."

Kirk's mind raced with possibilities, each more unsettling than the last. A distress call from an unknown planet, a science team gone silent... it had all the makings of a mystery and a dangerous one at that.

"We'll investigate immediately, Admiral," Kirk said, his voice firm and resolute. "I'll have my crew prepare for departure within the hour."

The admiral nodded, a flicker of relief crossing his face. "Good. But Kirk... be careful. We don't know what you'll find down there."

Kirk's jaw tightened, his eyes hardening with determination. "We'll take every precaution, Admiral. But we will get to the bottom of this.

Kirk stood from his chair, straightening his uniform as he moved towards the door. The conversation with Admiral Nogura played over in his mind, the weight of his responsibility as captain pressing down on his shoulders. He had to ensure the safety of his crew, but he also felt a strong need to protect Danny, the mysterious teenager with abilities beyond anything he'd encountered before.

Kirk called his senior officers in for a meeting about their next mission.

Kirk turned to his senior officers, his expression grave. "We have a situation," he began, his voice carrying the weight of command. "The USS Hades has gone silent. They were studying ruins on a newly discovered planet when they sent out a distress call. Our orders are to investigate and render assistance."

Uhura's eyes widened, concern etched on her face. "A distress call? What could have happened?"

"Unknown," Kirk replied, his brow furrowed. "But we'll find out. Spock, I want you to coordinate with the science department. Gather all available data on that planet and the Hades' mission."

Spock nodded, already mentally compiling the necessary information. "Understood, Captain."

Kirk's gaze shifted to Scotty, the ship's chief engineer. "Scotty, I need the Enterprise ready for anything. Make sure all systems are at peak performance."

Scotty grinned, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "Aye, Captain. She'll be purring like a kitten."

Kirk allowed a small smile before his expression turned serious once more. "There's one more thing," he said, his voice low. "The admiral has concerns about our young stowaway, Danny. He wants us to keep a close eye on him and report any unusual behavior."

McCoy frowned, his protective instincts flaring. "Jim, the kid hasn’t done anything wrong. We can't treat him like a suspect."

Kirk held up a hand, his eyes understanding but firm. "I know, Bones. But we have our orders. We'll handle this delicately, but we need to be vigilant."

As the meeting adjourned, Kirk's thoughts turned to Danny. The boy was an enigma, his abilities both fascinating and potentially dangerous. Kirk knew he would have to tread carefully, balancing his duty to Starfleet with his instinct to protect the young hybrid.

The crew bustled with activity as they prepared for the mission, a sense of urgency and anticipation filling the air. In the science labs, Spock and his team pored over the limited data on the mysterious planet, searching for any clues that might shed light on the Hades fate.

And on the bridge, Kirk sat in his command chair, his eyes fixed on the viewscreen as the stars streaked past. 

Chapter 12

[mariacallous]

If you drive outside the city of Campton, population less than 400, the low industrial noise of crypto mining rises from the trees. Step closer, and the source comes into view: squat metal buildings that look like shipping containers arrayed in a semicircle, thrumming with fans and processors. There’s chain-link fencing, security cameras, and two guards sitting in pickup trucks just beyond the wire.

There are steel shipping containers like this all over these hills, right where the old coal mines once stood. And inside, specialized computers race to solve complex math problems—competing to verify bitcoin transactions and earn slivers of digital currency as a reward.

For a brief moment, in 2021, it felt like the region had found its next boom—and it had Bitcoin written all over it. At its peak, Kentucky accounted for some 20 percent of the collective computing power dedicated to proof-of-work cryptocurrency mining in the US.

But booms, here, have a history. And so do busts. Local officials say it is hard to pin down the exact number of crypto mines still active in eastern Kentucky because state regulations are light and there’s a general lack of transparency in the industry. But what is clear, locals say, is that the boom has begun to recede.

“ They'd constructed on someone else's land, or they would be paying a host company to provide the physical plant,” alleges Anna Whites, a lawyer who represented a roster of crypto mining clients. “So they'd pay the down payment or they would convince the landowner to pay the down payment, and then they would mine the first three months and then they'd go into the next billing set cycle, go almost to the end of it and then disappear.”

In early 2022, when Mohawk Energy initiated a crypto mining project in Jenkins, Kentucky, local officials said this time it would be different. Cofounded by Kentucky senator Brandon Smith, Mohawk purchased a sprawling 41,000-square-foot building and the 8 acres around it. It leased most of it to a Chinese crypto mining company, and the rest of the building included classrooms and hands-on training centers that were supposed to teach locals how to repair iPads, maintain Bitcoin rigs, and build skills for a digital economy. It was a big deal for Jenkins. A local PBS station ran a story about the launch. The images showed tool kits, workers, and smiling officials.

“The plan with Mohawk was to employ retired coal miners and disabled veterans who were back in eastern Kentucky and couldn’t find work, and train them,” said Whites, who counts Mohawk as one of her clients. Among other things, the project promised near-six-figure salaries and a vow to put some of the mining proceeds into the training program, to help grow it. And for a time, it worked.

Whites said that for a brief moment—about 18 months—things looked promising. Twenty-eight families saw real gains: One person from each family landed a permanent job, and about 30 more relatives found work nearby. But when we asked where things stood now, she paused. “I believe most of them are unemployed again.”

The unraveling came quickly. The Chinese partner sued for breach of contract. Mohawk counter-sued. And the shared crypto profits never materialized. Now, as some Kentucky residents have soured on bitcoin mining, they’ve started to speak about AI data centers in the same way they used to talk about coal seams and hash rates: with a kind of cautious hope. AI, they say, could bring jobs, fiber optics, and permanence.

Colby Kirk runs a nonprofit called One East Kentucky, focused on bringing economic development to the region. He remembers the moment the conversation shifted, back in April when he was in Paducah for the Kentucky Association for Economic Development’s spring conference.

“They had some site selection consultants that were on the panel, and they were talking about data centers,” he recalls. “And they talked about this I-81 corridor up through Pennsylvania where there’s all kinds of these big data centers. And they talked about whether our communities could prepare for some of these kinds of investments? And the consultant was like, here’s kind of what it takes.”

What it takes, it turns out, is no small feat: flat land, lots of power, fiber connectivity, and a workforce that can wire and weld. As fate would have it, the number of welders in the area, according to regional economic development organization One East Kentucky, is about twice the national average, which stands to reason, because wherever there’s metal and stress—and there’s a lot of both in coal mines—welders are the people who keep it all from falling apart.

The old infrastructure is still there too; substations, hardened ground, cooling systems, and power-hungry hardware just waiting to be switched back on. “Maybe a data center or something is a part of the puzzle,” Kirk said.

So, at the conference, when the panel ended and the floor opened to questions, Kirk says he asked the one he couldn’t stop thinking about.

“You know, 50, 60 years ago it would take a room bigger than my office to power a computer, and now I've got a computer I carry around in my pocket that's more advanced than what we sent astronauts to the moon with,” he recalls asking. “Are these data centers going to keep taking up million-square-feet buildings with 30- and 40-foot ceilings, or are we gonna be left with an abundance of warehouse or industrial-scale buildings that we won't be able to keep up?”

The consultant, he claims, didn’t have a good answer. “And that’s the thing,” Kirk says. “We don’t know what the future’s going to hold when it comes to this stuff.”

That kind of ambiguity doesn’t sit well with Nina McCoy. She’s a former high school biology teacher from Inez, a coal town made famous in 1964 when President Lyndon Johnson used it to generate support for his War on Poverty.

“This is going to sound awful,” she says, “but if they're putting it here, then that means it's bad. We've lived here long enough to see that that is how it works. You put those things that you don't want in your neighborhood in a place like this.”

Her skepticism is rooted in lived experience: In October 2000, a massive coal slurry spill from a mine site upstream poisoned the Coldwater Fork stream, which runs behind her house. People in Inez couldn’t drink water from the tap for months.

“Those of us living downstream didn't hear about it for a while, but the school system had to close down for about a week until they got an alternate water source,” she says.

To this day, many in Inez still don’t trust the tap water.

So when McCoy hears the hype about AI, she hears something else: another promise that comes with a cost. “We’ve allowed these people to be called job creators,” she said. “And I don’t care if it’s AI or crypto or whatever, we bow down to them and let them tell us what they are going to do to our community because they are job creators. They’re not job creators, they’re profit makers.”

And the profit leaves a footprint.

AI data centers demand staggering amounts of energy—a ChatGPT search uses up to 10 times more energy than a regular Google one—and they run hot. To keep them cool, these facilities consume billions of gallons of water every year. Most of that evaporates, but residents are wary because they have had problems with facilities and their runoff in the past, so they worry these new facilities could affect fish and disrupt the land. The very things the residents of Kentucky hope to preserve.

Still, some locals see potential, even progress.

“AI is in everything that we do,” said Wes Hamilton, a local entrepreneur who did his fair share of crypto mining in Kentucky in its heyday. “Siri, ChatGPT, robotics—everything you can imagine has to have AI,” he said. “Bitcoin is a one-trick pony. You create it. The only person that gets paid is the owner of the machines.”

Hamilton claims there is a path forward where data centers bring in investors, engineers, maybe even companies willing to stay. All the AI people in the world would be steaming into Kentucky, Hamilton says. And while he admits to losing a fortune in crypto ventures in the past, he claims this is different.

When Bitcoin first arrived, lawmakers offered generous tax breaks to lure miners. Companies investing more than $1 million were exempted from paying sales taxes on hardware and electricity. And then, in March 2025, Kentucky governor Andy Beshear took all that and went a step further by signing a “Bitcoin Rights” bill into law.

The legislation, cast as a defense of personal financial freedom, is designed to enshrine the right to use digital assets in Kentucky. An earlier draft went further, aiming to bar local governments from using zoning laws to restrict crypto mining operations—a provision that drew resistance from environmental groups. That language was eventually tempered, but the intent remains: to signal that, in Kentucky, digital extraction can keep humming.

Which is why we found ourselves outside this facility in Campton, staring at this semicircle of metal buildings nestled in the trees. The mines run all night and all day, even Sundays. And the question some are asking now, with bitcoin hovering around $100,000 and big miners talking about pivoting to AI, is whether bitcoin mining gets a second wind in Kentucky.

Mohawk’s bitcoin mining may even make a comeback. Anna Whites said the parties are supposed to go into arbitration May 12th. “I’m hopeful,” she told us. “I’m very hopeful that they sit down and say, ‘Mighty nice plant you have there. Let’s just go ahead and turn it on.’”

[noticiassincensura]

Former OpenAI Researcher Accuses the Company of Copyright Law Violations

Use of Copyrighted Data in AI Models In a new twist in the world of artificial intelligence, Suchir Balaji, a former researcher at OpenAI, has spoken publicly about the company’s practices and its use of copyrighted data. Balaji, who spent nearly four years working at OpenAI, helped collect and organize large volumes of internet data to train AI models like ChatGPT. However, after reflecting on the legal and ethical implications of this process, he decided to leave the company in August 2024.

What Motivated His Departure? Balaji, 25, admitted that at first, he did not question whether OpenAI had the legal right to use the data it was collecting, much of which was protected by copyright. He assumed that since it was publicly available information on the internet, it was free to use. However, over time, and especially after the launch of ChatGPT in 2022, he began to doubt the legality and ethics of these practices.

“If you believe what I believe, you have to leave the company,” he commented in a series of interviews with The New York Times. For Balaji, using copyrighted data without the creators’ consent was not only a violation of the law but also a threat to the integrity of the internet. This realization led him to resign, although he has not taken another job yet and is currently working on personal projects.

A Growing Problem in AI Concerns about the use of protected data to train AI models are not new. Since companies like OpenAI and other startups began launching tools based on large language models (LLMs), legal and ethical issues have been at the forefront of the debate. These models are trained using vast amounts of text from the internet, often without respecting copyright or seeking the consent of the original content creators.

Balaji is not the only one to raise his voice on this matter. A former vice president of Stability AI, a startup specializing in generative image and audio technologies, has also expressed similar concerns, arguing that using data without authorization is harmful to the industry and society as a whole.

The Impact on the Future of AI Such criticisms raise questions about the future of artificial intelligence and its relationship with copyright laws. As AI models continue to evolve, the pressure on companies to develop ethical and legal technologies is increasing. The case of Balaji and other experts who have decided to step down signals that the AI industry might be facing a significant shift in how it approaches data usage.

The conversation about copyright in AI is far from over, and it seems that this will be a central topic in future discussions about the regulation and development of generative technologies

[deusvmachina]

I'll say it with my whole chest that I believe that Songbird lying to V about the neutral matrix was never done out of malicious intent. She knew the risks of reaching out to V—for putting her faith in V out of sheer desperation and involving them in what would become a dire and bloody escape. She just wanted to stop losing more of herself physically and mentally to what's beyond the Blackwall, to stop being a weapon of mass destruction for Myers. A tool for the NUSA.

She joined their ranks to keep herself out of trouble for breaching that Militech data fortress (among other things I'd imagine). And she was probably hoping it was a huge opportunity to become one of the best netrunners with all of this top-of-the-line tech at her disposal but she just didn't realize back then that she'd be pushed into breaking international laws or be forced to reach beyond the Blackwell to the immense power beyond. She paid the price tenfold. So yeah, players can be mad that Songbird dangled a carrot (the cure) in front of V's nose. Most people likely are mad or feel played and that's valid. But the choice is there to not take that anger out on someone just as desperate to survive as V is and have them push through to the end and help as they had promised. V states several times throughout the game that they keep their word and do what they say they will do. V and Songbird are mirror images of each other: Songbird losing her memories/identity and organic body to the AIs just like V's brain is being forcibly overwritten by the biochip and her body is slowly degrading. During that conversation she and V had on the couch and through texts, Songbird expressed how she couldn't trust anybody in the FIA. She was alone. Wanted a way out.

Even Reed who thought he could help her was only making things worse. So when she discovered V and their dilemma (probably after she delved into the Cynosure Project is my guess), I say it's what drove her to finally break the (wires) and chains she'd been bound with. She devised a plan with Hansen—always two steps ahead as Reed had said—and reached out to V on the day of reckoning knowing them being in the same boat would be enough to make V fight like hell. It's possible she knew about V for weeks or even months prior. V can question (sorry, forget which part of the game they mentioned this) if perhaps a 'backdoor' was created when she went past the Blackwall with the Voodoo Boys. Songbird then used the Blackwall protocol to tap into the Relic, as confirmed by Slider.

The stakes were too great so Songbird withheld the truth, not wanting to chance V refusing to help her otherwise. She didn't have anyone else, didn't have much time left either so she lied.

I think it boils down to this: V can decide to put someone ahead of her own survival and sacrifice that guaranteed cure OR she can be just as shitty as Myers and let Songbird be the pawn that's sacrificed. What separates humans from anything else is how we are driven by our emotions and our hearts. We take leaps of faith and we make mistakes but what matters is the content of our character. Sometimes 'doing the right thing' isn't doing the right thing.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk. And I leave you with this quote:

"I always marvel at the humans’ ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their faces." —Markus Zusak

[shadowofthesun123]

How I use AI in my artworks and what I think about AI in general

I think it’s time to have this conversation because questions keep coming up more and more often.

I know that many people here don’t like AI or completely ignore it. In this post, I’d like to share my personal view on the topic and also answer the question of whether I use AI in my artworks.

Let me start with the simpler question. The answer is “yes,” I do use AI tools in some of my artworks. However, none of them can be considered fully AI-generated.

Sometimes, I use AI to create backgrounds or silhouettes, but I completely change the faces, like here: https://pin.it/2RUhZKz4S.

Other times, almost everything is AI-generated, for example: https://pin.it/N8apDmpfz.

Sometimes I use face swap technology, faceapp for hairs, etc.

I also have arts created fully without AI, but the faces there are based on real photos of Hunter and Jenna and edited with filters.

For example:

https://pin.it/1DZvBcKVw, https://pin.it/5wAdQvIFe, https://pin.it/19G1mffb6.

In general, I use anywhere from 3 to 5 or more tools for my artworks, including AI.

Some cases wouldn’t be possible for me to create without AI because I simply don’t have the technical skills yet. Others, on the contrary, are impossible to get from AI, no matter how hard you try, so I go back to good old collage techniques and hand-drawing.

Now, about my attitude towards AI overall.

You may like it or not, but it’s now part of our lives, and ignoring it is no longer an option. No AI boycott will stop its development. Almost any app nowadays has inbuilt AI tools.

I’m currently on maternity leave, but even in my professional field, AI is already widely used, and when I return to work, I’ll either need to know how to use it or fall behind the industry. That’s why I’m studying AI, and I do enjoy the possibilities it offers.

That said, I don’t deny there are issues - copyright concerns, as well as serious problems with fraud and fakes it can enable. As a mother, I’m terrified by the thought that someone could use my voice or image against my children. Now we have to be much more careful with what information about ourselves we put online - photos, videos, audio.

AI also creates a lot of low-quality content. But there was also low-quality content before AI.

As for writing, I don’t use AI there. It’s terrible at creative writing, plus that’s a space I want to keep entirely my own.

However, I do use ChatGPT to help write and translate tons of bureaucratic emails in a foreign language (which is, unfortunately, necessary when living abroad), and this saves me time to do what I actually enjoy, including writing.

One of my favorite YouTube videos from last year is about scientific breakthroughs of 2024. It’s in Russian, so I won’t link it here, but it mentions how AI, thanks to its ability to process massive amounts of data and detect patterns, has already helped scientists with several discoveries. For example, it helped identify a substance that might be effective against antibiotic-resistant bacteria. It also contributed to a breakthrough in forensics related to fingerprint analysis, among other things.

Of course, AI makes mistakes, it’s often inaccurate, and everything it produces needs double-checking. But it can also be useful. That’s why I disagree with people who view AI as pure evil.

I use it for art, video projects, web design, and official correspondence, languages learning. Even though I try to keep up with AI trends, it evolves so fast that it’s impossible to follow everything - it updates literally every day.

It can be used for bad things (fraud), but also for good (scientific research). I’d say how I use it is somewhere in the neutral zone. I hope it doesn’t harm anyone - and maybe even makes someone happy.

So, I will continue creating art, including with the help of AI, and in my next post, I’ll tell you about my experiments with AI videos.

I’m open to discussing this topic - but please, be polite.

[ozzgin]

Dear Ozzgin,

I am currently in the process of working on the Ozz Harem narrative, a project I have not previously undertaken. After dedicating several arduous days to research and study, I am pleased to report that I have managed to grasp some key elements necessary to initiate this storytelling endeavor. However, it is worth noting that this may be a narrative that initially falters before gradually improving.

On a separate note, I recently acquired a new personal computer, which unfortunately resulted in the loss of all the Sims characters I had previously created. This has left me feeling quite disheartened. While I intend to redownload all of my custom content, I cannot predict when I will muster the energy to do so, as my motivation has been significantly diminished.

In more positive news, I had the opportunity to view the 'Amnesia: The Dark Descent' edit that you produced. Though I may not excel at providing feedback, I am eager to experiment with creating posters once again. I hope that you find them satisfactory, and if not, please do not hesitate to express any criticisms so that I may refine or reconstruct them accordingly.

How have you been? It has been some time since our last correspondence, and I offer my apologies for my extended absence. The demands of life can often become overwhelming and all-consuming. I have noticed the expansion of your harem and trust that you are enjoying the experience. Your blog continues to captivate and amuse me, and I am grateful for your commitment to engaging with your audience.

Warm regards, Unicornymous

Dear Unicornymous,

Allow me to start by praising your work, as it’s the very first detail that catches my eye. You have put all my previous text edits to shame. Not only have you followed the game aesthetic masterfully, but the choice of fonts is just flawless. Had I not known the context of the image, I would’ve assumed it to be an official dungeon game. This is clearly the hand of someone with digital design knowledge and an instinct for aesthetic. You have my compliments.

I am saddened to hear about the loss of your saved files. I personally keep a (periodically updated) copy of my Sims folder, with all the data, in a safe place to be transferred in the case of crashes/errors/new devices. Perhaps it is something you can consider in the future, to save yourself the grief of lost progress. I suspect it is a shared feeling among simmers.

You do not have to apologize for your absence, I will always appreciate your correspondence regardless of its regularity. Your own well-being in daily life should remain your top priority.

Lastly, it is I who should be thanking all the kind people reaching out to me, as there would be no conversation without the others’ input. I merely respond to the creativity and humor that is being offered, and for that I am grateful. I look forward to hearing more about your ongoing project, and - most importantly - I hope it brings you joy and entertainment.

Yours truly,

Ozzgin

[reverxiii]

Mortal's Memory 11 — Nine Lives

The 13th Flame-Chaser awakens on a hospital bed just as she had the first day she woke up as a MANTIS. The beeping of monitors echoes in… actually, Pardofelis has never been entirely sure which ears she actually hears from. A small cat, furry body at odds with the otherwise sterile environment of the hospital room, is curled up on her chest as if protecting her from the rest of the world.

Oh, it’s just Can, her sleep-bleary mind provides. 

Two mismatched eyes sweep the room, trying to get a sense of where she is and how she got here. Last thing she remembers, she was on the moon and…

A sharp pain flashes through her head as she tries to recall. Several different scenes overlap in her mind, forming a blurry and haphazard image that refuses to become clearer no matter how hard she concentrates. It’s almost like there’s double vision in her mind’s eye; memories that are too incongruous to be the same, but too similar to be entirely different, either.

“...cter, are you sure these numbers are correct? Her vitals seem too low.”

A furry ear flicks on the top of Pardofelis’s head, picking up a hushed conversation beyond the curtain next to her bed. Two people are huddled together, poring over a clipboard. They’re so absorbed in whatever they’re reading that they fail to notice their charge sitting up in her bed and peering at them with wide eyes.

“I know you’re new to the project, but since I doubt anyone told you… well, just try not to get your hopes too high that she'll wake up. We weren’t able to grab her before the radiation set in.” The doctor scratches the back of her neck, clearly agitated. “And even if she does… there’s no guarantee the body won’t reject the memories we implanted. We had to rebuild the simulation data from the ground up, so…”

“Oh,” the assistant responds rather awkwardly. What’s there to say when your superior admits to your face that you’re stuck on a deadend project? She clears her throat and changes the topic. “Um, I don’t have the clearance to access her files, but you said she was a MANTIS? So she was really strong, then?”

“...Well,” the scratching continues. “Not… particularly. She wasn’t really much of a fighter.”

Pardofelis nods her head approvingly behind their backs. This doctor lady really knows her well! Yep, yep, Pardofelis isn’t strong in the slightest! She’s not a force of nature like Big Boss Kevin or Ellie, nor is she a fighter like Sakura or Kalpas. She could get her paws on anything and anyone she wanted, but fighting? Out of the question. She’s just a normal person: nothing more than a mortal walking among gods.

She’s always just been a little lucky, that’s all.

The unspoken question of “why oh why couldn’t we have found one of the more useful Flame-Chasers?” hangs heavily in the silence of the room. The two women in lab coats press their lips into thin lines, unaware of the girl listening in on their conversation, tail flicking with interest to hear what else they might have to say about her.

The doctor shrugs half-heartedly after a bit, “It’s for the best. If a piece of Corruption happened to hitch a ride on the data we cobbled together, we would have to kill her anyway.”

“MEOW?!”

Two heads snap to look back at the hospital bed and the doctor throws back the curtain. Pardofelis lies still as death, eyes tightly shut. The cat curled up on her chest stretches out a single fluffy paw languidly. She looks up at the two women looking down at her, yawns, and plunks her head back down on Pardofelis’s chest with a quiet huff.

It’s the assistant’s turn to scratch her neck, “...Sorry, Doctor. I thought that maybe if she had Can with her, it would subconsciously soothe her enough to wake up. Especially if she wakes up and realizes that she’s…”

“...I see. So it was just Can.”

The two women shuffle out of the room to continue their conversation elsewhere. When they return later to check on their patient, they find the room completely empty, IVs and sensors dangling uselessly. Both girl and cat are nowhere to be found, gone with the wind.

After all, a patient-proof room is not a Pardofelis-proof room.

If she were a real cat, how many lives would she have left now? How many more times would Lady Luck decide to bless her until her luck finally ran out for good? How many times will she make that same choice, knowing what awaits her?

Before that searing heat claims her once again, there’s something she needs to see for herself.

She knows the path like the back of her hand, even if some of the landmarks look different now. She walks as quietly as a cat, one foot in front of the other, to the place she had grown up in. Most people thought of it as a rough place, but she didn’t think it was all that bad. Rough around the edges, sure, but she’d turned out perfectly fine growing up there!

—Pardofelis comes to a dead stop.

This is where she’d buried all of her treasures to dig up after she returned from her final mission, but there is nothing here but pavement. Her memories, her favorite things, the only pictures of her childhood were buried here, deep beneath the earth. And in this new era they’ve been paved over to lay the foundations for things still yet to come.

Like the Flame-Chasers. Like her. 

The better future they’d all strived for didn’t include them at all.

Sinking to the ground, the girl’s hands tremble uncontrollably. She’d been able to push it out of her mind when she’d first woken up and on the way here, but faced with the future, she can no longer pretend the fear clawing at the back of her mind didn’t exist.

(For all her posturing about not wanting to die, she hadn’t wanted to be the last one, either.)

“...Meow?”

A tiny paw taps against Pardofelis’s leg. Can looks up at her with pleading eyes and pokes her again, more insistently this time.

“S-sorry, you’re hungry, aren’t you?” As if on command, Pardofelis’s stomach rumbles. “I guess I am, too. I didn’t think to take any cans with me when I was leaving…”

Drawing the cat into her arms, Pardofelis stands up and dusts herself off, tail swaying behind her. Survival is a powerful motivator and she’s always been a simple girl with simple desires. Once her belly is full and she has a nap, that’s when she’ll focus on what to do next. Big decisions that you make on an empty stomach don’t count at all, see. The same applies to big feelings.

“Alright! Come on, Can, Felis’s Shop isn’t gonna restock itself!”

“Meow!” 

“And we have to find all of the new sunny spots for napping!”

“Meow!”

“And we’ll find a whole bunch of new shinies, too! Hehe~”

“Meow~”

An era that no longer needed Flame-Chasers still needed shopkeepers, didn’t it? Everything else would come to her in time if she just waited. She’d always rolled with the punches and ended up just fine. One coin, one memory, one can of tuna at a time, she’ll rebuild her collection of treasures back up again and sleep in the warm sunlight surrounded by all of her friends. 

Because the Thirteenth Flame-Chaser had always been lucky, hadn’t she?