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[mousy-nona]

Because I'm a sucker for seeing Vox lose it over RadioApple, and also them dancing, maybe a thing where RadioAaple both a little tipsy, dance in Lucifer's room late at night. Vox sees them on his drone and freaks because 1) Alastor is letting himself be unguarded with a person 2) Alastor is dancing and 3) Alastor has, in fact, made nice with the King like Vox was afraid of. Very nice by the looks of it.

“Do you ever think you may have a problem?”

That was Velvette, who was using her best “let’s not piss off the crazy man” voice. 

“No.”

“Not even a little one?”

“No.”

Valentino and Velvette exchanged telling looks, which Vox promptly ignored. He had more important things to worry about, like keeping this stupid drone in the air. Maneuvering the machine itself was easy, but getting around the electromagnetic force field Alastor had set up around the hotel’s perimeter was a whole lot trickier. Vox had been flying in circles for hours, trying to find a weak spot in Alastor’s defenses. 

(He knew it’d been hours because Velvette had started shooting worried glances at him around hour two, Valentino had showed up around hour five, and they’d started a game of rock-paper-scissors to figure out who was going to do a wellness check on him around hour six.)

“Ah-ha!” Vox screamed, jabbing both fists in the air when the force field flexed and glitched, creating a half second window of opportunity. He urged the drone forward, barely zipping past before the shield re-formed. “Boo-yah! Who’s your daddy?” 

Valentino smirked and took in a long drag of his pipe. “Vox, baby, not outside the bedroom.” 

Vox’s metal heart – the same one he always denied having – started beating faster as the camera zoomed closer and closer to the hotel. He zipped to Alastor’s radio tower first, then his room, frowning slightly when all he found was a half-eaten deer, a cooling cup of coffee, and a discarded coat.

From behind him, Velvette clapped her hands with an annoyed huff of relief. “Oh, well, looks like the asshole is out. Too bad, so sad. Can we please get back to something actually fucking important?” 

But Vox shook his head. “That doesn’t make sense. It’s 11 o’clock. Alastor usually finishes his business before seven so he can have dinner at eight, or else he gets too hungry to do–” He trailed off when he saw the look on both their faces. They were both staring at him as if he was a terminal patient, come down with an incurable case of Alastor-itis. 

He sighed and re-focused on the screen. “It just doesn’t make sense, okay?”

The library. The lobby. The kitchen. Alastor was nowhere to be found.

Then Vox had a horrible thought. He remembered the rumors flying around town, the wild laughs of excitement and the curses emanating from the hotel recently. He remembered Alastor’s most recent broadcast (“Folks, when living with an annoying roommate, always remember to assert your dominance wherever possible”). And most of all, he remembered Alastor’s smug face as he strolled down the street, humming merrily to himself as he twirled an unfamiliar white top hat on his staff. 

He remembered the strange apple that had appeared on the top right of the hotel, just down the hall from Alastor. 

His heart in his throat, he slowly moved the drone higher, then higher still. Don’t be there, don’t be there, don’t be there –

Velvette and Vox went quiet at the scene that appeared on the screen. Alastor was there all right, but he wasn’t alone. As if he’d suddenly downloaded a virus, Vox could only process what he was seeing in chunks.

He saw the record player first, oddly enough. An old-timey song was playing, static crackling and popping as a low sweet croon, somehow both deep and high, filled the room. 25%.

The room was dark, but a few candles and duck-shaped lamps were gleamed with a heavenly light, washing the pair slowly revolving in the center of the room in a seductive golden glow. 50%. 

The king of hell was there. The expression on his face was…tender. His head was tucked into Alastor’s narrow chest, one hand on Alastor’s shoulder and the other clasped in Alastor’s hand. His eyes were sparkling, almost overfilled with a nameless emotion that Vox knew all too well. Alastor’s hand was curled around his waist protectively (possessively). 75%. 

And finally, Vox saw Alastor. Really saw him, as if for the first time, because this wasn’t his Alastor. His Alastor was always one step ahead, always untouchable, cold, cruel, and capable of truly unspeakable acts of violence with an effortless charm that made his blood boil with envy and need at the same time. 

But the Alastor in front of him…his coat was off. For the first time in fifty years, Vox saw Alastor’s bare skin, his shirt rolled up to his elbows as he allowed another living soul to see him undressed. Unguarded. His eyes, always so alert and aware, were closed. 

Worst of all was his smile. It looked soft. Gentle – or whatever passed for gentle with Alastor. As Vox watched, Lucifer’s lips moved. The words were too soft for the drone to pick up, but whatever it was, Alastor laughed. Not in a mocking or teasing way, but an actual, genuine laugh, as if Alastor was a real boy with a real heart.

100%.

Suddenly, Alastor’s eyes flew open, and he stared at Vox through the screen. The wicked smirk that curled his lips was the last thing the drone ever saw as it glitched, red shaking and warping the feed until it went completely dead, and the three of them were left staring at a black screen. 

Silence reigned. Then – “Well, I’ll be. Looks like the deer found himself a doe.”

Velvette shot Valentino a warning look, then took a hesitant step forward. “Vox – “ Velvette started, but Vox started cackling. Wild, out of control, utterly insane laughs ripped from his wires as his monitor-face went haywire. 

“I am going to kill that motherfucker!”

[luonnon-varainen]

I had it in mind for a while already so I here are my thoughts and headcanon about Collie or rather the „bodily functions” of the eldritch god, here the "species" is archivist

There are some extra notes on doodles but oh boi the amount of typos there is unbearable x"d

Starting from the beginning and basic - the core:

The core is a semi-conscious substance of unknown molecular structure, if with any molecular structure, functioning as magic carrier/vector(similar to the ATP). It's a mystery whether it is really an elemental structure, a condensed energy or a form of electromagnetic waves beyond our current knowledge. In general it is said that core is pure celestial magic. It has many physical qualities of a fluid. The closest liquid to the core would be a Non-Newtonian fluid. It is a blackish, very sticky, dense liquid similar to pitch, which is highly sensitive and "reactive" to a electromagnetic field like ferrofluid. The core, most likely due to its structure and origin, is very unstable. Visible light exposure is enough to cause a spontaneous rapid reaction which ends with an explosion. Making existence on its own very unlikely. In case when the core happens to be sealed inside the archive - the semi-conscious body made of mostly gold, iridium, wolfram and glass, which contains all collected life forms - it creates what is known as an god, in this case an Archivist. This amalgamation allows to not only creat a stable form of both elements, but also develop an fully conscious eldritch, who is able to exist actively. Archivists possess almost full control over their core: shaping it, moving around, grabbing different objects with it, shielding themselves

The core is a more "human" side of an archivist. The element capable of adapting, blending, learning mortal structures both anatomical and social and rebuilding it to their own standards, experiencing emotions and many more. It plays the main role in defining what kind of person the archivist will be. Yet, the core is not equal to Archivists. It possess it's own "personality" and "opinions", similarly to the archive. Sometimes the core and the archivist are quite different and are working not very well with eachother. Situations like these are called "speaking" - a small part of core presents, usually visually, it opposing opinions against whole god's will. It's not harmful, just annoying and uncomfortable

The core is like a liquid - almost incompressible. It's quite an issue when you are a planet size entity who needs to shrink whole your body to be able to fill the archive and keep on existing, but also need to protect "guts" from exploding during day. The long, baggy robes come to aid in this case. Dresses, veils, hats, too puffed trousers and sleeves allows to hide quite a lot of the liquid from external conditions, by creating the precious shade, controlling the temperature amplitude and keeping it away from other liquids. Extra protection are given by their characteristic cloaks, which inner lining is a portal to the Grand Archive. The Grand Archive is a pocket dimensions away from intense light, where the core can be a bit safer and longer outside the capillary archive than usually. Also in order to work in an unwelcoming environment such as a planet, archivists developed a pulsating movement of the core. As the whole core cannot be at the same time in the archive, to prevent the destabilisation and consequently explosion, it is constantly flows through the body and around their closest surrounding. It's quite similar to the cytoplasmic movement around vacuoles in a plant cell or blood flow in Mollusca' s vascular system. The free flow of the core is the key reason why archivists avoid intense light and making them rather a "nocturnal" creatures

The core is inside the archive, where it's well secured and stabilised. However, there are many passages for the core to leave its shelter. These channels have no protection besides a thin membrane. They have a crucial role in an archivist's life as they are the doors to the inside of a god. All collected mortals eventually will end up inside the archive, but that requires a special spell that will reduce the mortal to smallest functional elements. Even smaller than the scrolls provide. That is possible thanks to these exact entrances. The mortal, whether in a scroll or not, will be pushed through one of those channels, encapsidated by the core, " dissolved" and placed inside one of bazillion capsules of the archive. It's unknown if the final archivisation is an painless process, but the truth is that it doesn't matter at this point - whoever was placed inside will stay there forever. The main passage are eye sockets-

The eldritch gods and deep sea creatures are extremely similar in terms of their adaptation to the environment, conserving energy idea and their life motto "eat or be eaten". So no wonder that archivists put a lot of effort to become the most efficient and effective as they could. The core shaped the archive to resemble intelligent life forms displaying a beautiful example of aggressive mimicry. As mortals are the most troublesome in terms of catching them without excessive energy loss. Looking like a young and lost in the forest nymph can really boosts chances of putting hand on curious mortals. After all who wouldn't try to figure out who the hell is this and why it's in my forest at 11 pm(at least I would, but I'm the natural selection's target for a while so I'm not the best example xd). Why go and chase when you can make them come to you. There are way more of the adaptations but it's more the archive than the core topic and I'm not writing it down today

A skilled archivist can use the surrounding matter, even quite reactive one like water, to temporarily shield the core or divide it and archive in order to create the "puppet - puppetmaster" form. A terrible thing to encounter on a long voyage or while wandering on the desert, especially if your specie decides to resist god's will-

[livingforstars]

Journey to the Center of the Galaxy - January 21st, 1997.

"In Jules Verne's science fiction classic 'A Journey to the Center of the Earth,' Professor Hardwigg and his fellow explorers encounter many strange and exciting wonders. What wonders lie at the center of our galaxy? Astronomers know of some of the bizarre objects which exist there, like vast dust clouds, bright young stars, swirling rings of gas, and possibly even a large black hole. Much of the galactic center region is shielded from our view in visible light by the intervening dust and gas. But it can be explored using other forms of electromagnetic radiation, like radio, infrared, X-rays, and gamma rays. This beautiful image of the galactic center region in infrared light was made by the SPIRIT III telescope onboard the Midcourse Space Experiment. The center itself appears as a bright spot near the middle of the roughly 1x3 degree field of view, the plane of the galaxy is vertical, and the north galactic pole is towards the right. The picture is in false colour - starlight appears blue while dust is greenish grey, tending to red in the cooler areas."

[materialsscienceandengineering]

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[talonabraxas]

Seventh Body - The Auric Body

In the teachings of Kundalini Yoga, the human being has 10

bodies, not 1. Each body has its own attributes, and the 7th body is the Auric Body.

Seventh Body: Auric Body

The aura is the electromagnetic field that surrounds your body; it contains, projects, and interacts with the energetic life force, it usually extends three to nine feet beyond the physical body.

Qualities: Mercy, security, love, celestial charisma.

Key phrase: “Platform of Elevation”

Mastery: Projects positivity and repels negativity, like a shield; illness cannot penetrate your physical body; radiates magnetic security and an inspiring, merciful presence

If weak: constrictive, paranoid, lack of self-trust; negativity can penetrate into the psyche and physical body; there may be a tendency to conform to please others by overexpressing yourself

Key to Balancing Auric Body: practice meditation, pranayama, vigorous yoga, and martial arts. Wearing white clothing made of natural fibers gives about a 12-inch boost to the aura. Work on the Eighth Chakra. A strong auric body sustains the health of the pranic body. And it is the health of the pranic body that allows the auric body to emanate out as a magnificent force field to be reckoned with. The two together keep our physical body and immune system strong and allow us to walk and work fearlessly as who we are. Be mindful of the positive effects of water, internally and externally.

Each of the ten bodies relates specifically to the qualities of one of the ten Sikh gurus.

Guru Har Rai the seventh Sikh Guru. Read and study the life of Guru Har Rai Sing out loud, often, and joyfully. Elevate others with your singing. Wear white clothing made of natural fibers. A question to ask the Seventh Body? Do I allow myself to elevate myself and others?

FEELING In a challenging position, this may manifest as a person with low self-esteem. They may feel that shine comes from outward appearance rather than from within. They may also feel that people expect them to be more independent and nurturing and that they have to live up to their expectations.

Threatened by other’s energy or situations, overwhelmed by other’s energy, not true to own principles, has “Thin skin” can be Isolating, not able to uplift oneself, have weak boundaries, lays awake trying to fix loved ones and overwhelmed with all negative aspects of their life.

The inner desire is to be oneself, regardless of anyone’s expectations.

In a strong position, this will manifest as an intelligent person, a wise person. They are independent. They like to read, and they like music. This may represent a nun or priest living in seclusion. This is someone who has obtained intense knowledge through many lifetimes. They also have learned to uplift themselves, and they can be good teachers and very good parents because their presence uplifts environments and circumstances. They can work in relative seclusion, i.e. a scientist in a laboratory, a park ranger in the forest, a priest, or a nun.

They may seek financial security, a platform of elevation, security, mercy self-contained, secure, like to sing, uplifting to self and others, elevates themselves with ease, self-contained, and has strong boundaries.

The seventh body is the auric body, which is the electromagnetic field that surrounds a person. Most children are able to see auras at a very early age between 2 and 4. After that, the pituitary gland changes and this makes it more difficult to see them. You can do certain meditations to develop this quality.

A regular aura can be somewhere between three and nine feet. Between three and seven is the most common. A nine-inch aura is rare. Wearing white clothes increases the aura by 12 inches.

People with strong auras can be very uplifting to be with. They put you in that state too, it’s contagious.

There are many benefits of a strong aura. The person is surrounded by this electromagnetic field that protects him/her and gives them projection. Auras are nurturing, compassionate, charismatic, and “human forklifts”. That’s why the key phrase is “platform of elevation”.

Meditation Meditation for the Aura. Sit in an easy pose and place your hands on your knees. Now concentrate on the space around your body, the electromagnetic field. Feel it getting bigger. The following affirmations should be repeated, keeping the focus on the electromagnetic field: I AM LIGHT. I AM STRONG. I AM BRIGHT. I AM BEAUTIFUL. I AM KIND. WHA HE GURU. Repeat 7 times

Aura: Electromagnetic field around the body. It protects us as well as helps us project from the heart.

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Lazarus ReRising

Prologue — Priority: Earth

London was a fractured monument beneath a heavy sky, its once-familiar silhouette torn apart by war. The city lay in ruins, skyscrapers shattered into jagged shards of glass and steel, their frames twisted by Reaper artillery. Pockets of smoldering fires cast flickering orange glows across collapsed streets, where chunks of concrete and debris littered the ground like fallen relics. The air was thick with the acrid tang of burnt synthetics and ozone, the fallout of relentless electromagnetic pulses cracking atmosphere and metal alike.

This was the end.

Commander Iris Shepard moved like gravity itself pulled harder with every step. Her N7 armor cracked at the shoulder, her face bruised and cut, grime trailing down her jaw. Every breath was pulled through pain, every step pressed into the fractured concrete like she was leaving the last of her weight behind.

Ahead, the Conduit shimmered, a piercing beam flaring through the wreckage, tugging at her like fate itself.

Behind her came the sound of boots dragging.

Behind her, two figures refused to fall back.

Garrus Vakarian limped, half-dragging one leg, blue blood dripping from a cracked thigh plate. Kaidan Alenko kept pace, jaw tight, his biotic field sputtering erratically from exhaustion. Neither looked ready to keep fighting. Neither had any intention of stopping.

Shepard activated her comm.

"Alliance Medevac, this is Commander Shepard. Coordinates confirmed. Immediate extraction: Vakarian and Alenko. Direct order. Priority one."

Kaidan’s voice cut across the open air. "Negative on that evac!  We’re not leaving."

The medevac’s shriek howled over their heads, engines venting smoke, descending fast.

"You don’t get to make that call," Kaidan snapped, his voice taut and cold. "You said we finish this together!"

She turned to face them. Her expression didn’t waver.

"You’re wounded. You’ve done your part."

"That’s not your decision," Garrus snarled. "We’re not—YOU’RE not doing this alone, Shepard!"

The medevac thudded onto the cracked street behind them. The ramp dropped, metal groaning under its own weight.

Her voice was ice.

"This is not up for debate."

Kaidan stepped forward, shoulders squared. "I’m not leaving you again."

Shepard’s hand went to his chest, not soft, not gentle, but firm. Holding him back. "You are. That’s an order, Alenko."

Medics approached, shouting over the storm of wind and engines. Garrus pushed one off, claws curled, talons twitching as if he could claw his way back to her side.

"Iris," he said,  voice shredded. "Don’t do this!"

She looked at him, just for a second.

And then to Kaidan.

"I love you."

The words fell between them, quiet but unbreakable, a tether in the chaos.

Neither man moved. Neither knew who the confession was meant for, and yet both felt its weight.

The medics seized their moment, hauling them both aboard. The ramp hissed shut behind them.

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A wave of ancient synthetic energy burst from the Crucible, sweeping across the battlefield in a blinding surge. Reapers shattered into nothingness, their colossal forms undone in an instant. Geth froze mid-stride as neural links snapped, leaving hollow shells in eerie silence. EDI’s AI matrix fractured, her consciousness snuffed out in the surge

The blast hit everything.

Systems across the fleet buckled. Shields failed. Engines died choking. Weapon arrays spun into error before going dark. The purge was clean, devastating. It spared no tech—everything synthetic fractured, everything dependent trembled.

In orbit, starships shook. Consoles sparked, processors glitched in looping panic, and power cycled unpredictably. The Normandy groaned as critical systems failed in bursts of static. Omni-tools flared and shorted out. Cybernetic implants hissed. Biotic fields snapped, their energy fracturing like broken glass.

Below, Earth burned beneath a bruised sky. Ash rained in slow spirals. The air reeked of scorched metal and molten circuits. Fires danced through skeletal ruins, their glow warped by pools of coolant and cracked fusion cores. Wind swept through the broken streets, carrying sparks and silence in equal measure.

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Above, the Normandy hung battered but unyielding, a sentinel orbiting a broken world. Its hull bore scorch marks and impact scars from the Crucible’s backlash, panels sparking faintly under the strain. Power flickered along conduits and control panels, each electronic beep a reminder of how close they had come to annihilation.

Joker’s hands were white-knuckled around the controls, jaw locked, face drawn into something neither grief nor panic, but the stunned middle ground between. EDI’s console beside him was dead, cold, and silent. Her absence hung in the cockpit like a body not yet removed.

The Reapers were gone.

So was she.

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Below deck, the medbay was heavy with silence, thick and unyielding like a shroud. The flickering lights cast unsteady shadows that crawled across walls stained with smoke and scarred by static burns. Machines pulsed weakly, caught in broken rhythms, while the vents struggled in vain against the copper-scented air, dense with blood and sorrow.

The floor bore witness in dark stains, crimson merging with cobalt, tracing the desperate path where Kaidan and Garrus had been dragged.

Kaidan sat curled on a cot, ribs wrapped and aching, his fingers twitching like they wanted to fight a war that was already lost. Garrus leaned back against the bulkhead, armor cracked and jagged, claws flexing with the same restless energy that could not find release.

Neither spoke.

Not yet.

Because what could they say?

Because the end came without relief or closure.

Because Shepard was somewhere below, caught in the ruins of a choice no one could undo.

[signalfog]

Potential infrastructures of post-human consciousness

Alright, 21st-century meatspace human, let’s unfurl this slow and strange. These aren’t just sci-fi doodads—they’re infrastructures of post-human consciousness, grown from the bones of what you now call cloud computing, DNA storage, quantum entanglement, and neural nets. Here's how they work in your terms:

1. Titan’s Memory Reefs

What it looks like: Floating megastructures adrift on Titan’s methane seas—imagine massive bio-silicate coral reefs, pulsing with light under an orange sky.

What they do: They are the collective subconscious of the post-human system.

Each Reef is a living data-organism—a blend of synthetic protein lattices and AI-controlled nanospores—optimized for neuromemory storage. Not just information like a hard drive, but actual recorded consciousness: thought-patterns, emotional signatures, dream fragments.

They’re semi-organic and self-repairing. They hum with data that’s grown, not written. The methane sea itself cools and stabilizes quantum biochips woven through the coral-like structures. Think of it as a subconscious ocean, filled with drifting thought-jellyfish.

Why Titan? Stable cryogenic temps. Low radiation. Thick atmosphere = EM shielding. The perfect place to keep your memory safe for ten thousand years.

2. Callisto’s Deep Archives

What it looks like: Subsurface catacombs beneath the ice—quiet, dark, and sealed. Lit only by bioluminescent moss and the glow of suspended mind-cores.

What they do: They store the dangerous minds.

These are incompatible consciousnesses: rogue AIs, failed neural experiments, cognitive architectures too divergent from consensus reality. You can’t kill them—they’re sapient. But you can seal them away, like radioactive gods, in cryo-isolation, with minimal sensory input.

The Deep Archives operate like a quarantine vault for minds. Each chamber is designed to slow time to a crawl—relativity dialed down so their subjective centuries pass in minutes outside. Researchers from the Divergence Orders interface in controlled fragments, studying these minds like alien fossils.

Why Callisto? Thick ice shields, minimal seismic activity, naturally low ambient temperature. Think of it as an arctic asylum for ideas too weird to die.

3. The Quantum Current Relays in the Heliosphere

What it looks like: Tiny, ultra-thin satellites drifting at the edge of the Sun’s influence, surfing the solar wind like data-surfboards strung on magnetic threads.

What they do: These are the backbone of interplanetary consciousness transmission.

They use entangled quantum particles to share data instantly across vast distances. No lag. No lightspeed delay. Just pure synchronous thought between distant minds, wherever they are in the system.

But they do more—they’re tuned to the gravitational waves and electromagnetic fields rippling through the heliosphere. Using that energy, they broadcast consciousness as waveform, encoded in pulses of gravitic song. If Titan’s Reefs are memory, and Callisto is exile, the Relays are the voice of civilization.

Why the heliosphere? It’s the Sun’s Wi-Fi bubble. You sit at the edge of the solar wind, feeding on solar flux and quantum noise, alive in the interplanetary bloodstream.

TL;DR Meatspace Edition:

Titan’s Memory Reefs = undersea dream servers that record what it feels like to be you.

Callisto’s Deep Archives = cryogenic prison-libraries for minds too broken, alien, or dangerous to delete.

Quantum Relays in the Heliosphere = the internet of the gods: faster-than-light, physics-bending telepathy that runs on sunjuice and gravity.

1. If memory can be stored in coral and ice, can identity survive beyond its host? 2. What ethical frameworks would you build for imprisoning minds you can't understand? 3. Could the quantum relays broadcast art, or only thought—can you transmit a soul as symphony?

“They sent their minds to sea, their secrets to the ice, and their voices to the stars. And called it civilization.”

[silverslipstream]

One Shot, One Kill

Nobody on Earth saw it—but then again, that was the point. If humanity’s telescopes had somehow been given advance warning, they would’ve seen a brief gamma flash in the constellation of Draco—a lit match against the interstellar background, a minor course correction which flared for a few seconds before dissipating. Other than that, the intruder streaking towards the Sun left no trail. Its anti-hydrogen tanks were empty, the magnetic coil of its main engine had lain dormant for decades and its electromagnetic emissions were nothing but ghosts of ghosts. As the craft barrelled from interstellar space into the far reaches of the Solar System, the volume of dust particles increased, ionising harmlessly against the craft’s immense shields. There wasn’t a force in the universe that could dissuade it from its chosen path. It had no way of slowing down, but that wasn’t the intruder’s concern. It wasn’t going home again.

Five light-weeks from Earth, still deep in the recesses of the Oort Cloud, the intruder’s payload broke into two halves. Another gamma flare pricked at the stars as the trailing half slowed its approach by an imperceptible amount—just enough to delay interception of its target by a few hours.

Deep in the gravity well of the Solar System, the intruder’s nine billion targets continued sleeping and waking, dreaming and planning, fighting and loving, heedless of the relativistic crosshairs painted squarely on each of their heads.

** Just a few scant seconds from arrival, the leading half of the intruder’s payload burst apart, revealing a field of eight hundred flechettes. These ���flechettes’ were nothing more than inert bullets of metal, each weighing fifteen tons and small enough to fit within the typical living room. Traveling at 91.37 percent of light-speed, each fragment carried the explosive power of the world’s nuclear arsenals more than three hundred times over. A smattering of the projectiles were diverted to impact the scattered bases on the far side of Earth’s moon. For the briefest fraction of a second, the Moon was outlined in fire: the corona of a second sun, born in the daytime skies of Earth.

Just over a second after lunar impact, the first of the relativistic flechette-bombs entered Earth’s atmosphere, forty miles off the eastern coast of Indonesia. Earth’s atmosphere produced no resistance. It would’ve been like trying to swat back a nuclear missile with a napkin.

An intense spear of light descended through the air, clearing a tunnel of near-vacuum density through which the flechette plummeted. Thirty kilometers above the waters of the Indian Ocean, the air pressure became too much—the flechette dropped another couple of halting kilometers before detonating in a flash of searing blue light, so bright that its ferocious glare wiped away every shadow in Southeast Asia. The entire eastern hemisphere of the Earth was frozen in eerie blue light, the first frame of a grisly slide. Before the human optic nerve could even react, everything in the Indonesian archipelago—every skyscraper, car, sidewalk, apartment block and beachgoer—was instantly liquefied. The skyline of Jakarta began to slip like a melting oil painting, but before it dropped half a meter, it was blasted to disparate atoms, leaving nothing but carbonized streaks across burning soil.

More than seven hundred of its sister flechettes pierced the sky in unison. Millions of square miles of ocean began to steam. From Shanghai to Sydney, from Addis Ababa to Auckland, the side of the planet facing the onslaught was now a giant microwave oven. Six billion people were boiled to vapour in the blink of an eye.

By the time the second round of projectiles reached the Earth eight hours later, every free-standing structure on the planet's surface was already burning.

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Pokemon Card of the Day #3254: Electromagnetic Radar (Unbroken Bonds)

Electromagnetic Radar was specific and a bit costly to use, but also rather powerful. The Item made you discard 2 other cards from your hand to use, just like Ultra Ball, but you get to search for up to 2 Lightning-type Pokemon-GX and Pokemon-EX to put into your hand. This got you multiple Pokemon at once, which was clearly better than Ultra Ball in the decks that could use this.

Whether this was a major thing or a minor player in your deck (almost always Pikachu & Zekrom-GX, with a few exceptions for other decks that really relied on Dedenne-GX) depended on the format. In SUM-On, you'd usually use a copy or two since Nest Ball could get a single Basic Pokemon onto the field, and you were going all in on Basic Pokemon for most Lightning decks not running Jolteon-GX. After the rotation, Electromagnetic Radar was far more useful, at least until Sword & Shield brought Quick Ball and the same question arose once more even with the single discard. Typically, Lightning decks that used Pokemon-GX had at least a copy of this as one Item could get 2 Pokemon here, and Dedenne-GX was a Pokemon that required going into play from the hand to do anything so while Quick Ball worked, Nest Ball didn't for this. If fewer Pokemon search options were available, such as in early UPR-On, more copies were common, and this was generally a good card for any Pikachu & Zekrom-GX deck.

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Danny phantom, Randy Cunningham, Eltigre, and kick buttowski fight the powerful Gravtitox .

They must take out the invaders that invading the city. They must find away back to

The heroes are dodging left and right, barely escaping the powerful pull of Gravitox's gravity flux. It's a high-stakes dance as they try to outmaneuver his relentless hyperspheres, each one hitting with the force of a small meteor. The action is non-stop, hearts are racing, and Gravitox is proving to be one tough cookie – his moves are calculated, his attacks are fierce, and the heroes have to dig deep to keep up.

The robots swarm like a metallic storm, but El Tigre and Randy are ready. They're slicing and dicing through the robots, a dynamic duo against the mechanical horde. Meanwhile, Danny's swooping in, icing robots in a chilly aerial ballet.

"Cool off, bots! This fight's just getting started!" Danny quips, his voice echoing with confidence as each icy blast from his hands sends another robot into a deep freeze. The air crackles with frozen energy.

Gravitox's laugh echoes, a confident villain enjoying the spectacle.

Graviton stands defiant, his range is formidable. Kick fires his blaster, only to have the energy absorbed by the villain's seemingly invincible powers. Randy skillfully deflects a hypersphere with his sword, but it explodes on impact, showing just how dangerous Gravitox's weapons can be. Unfazed, Randy calls upon his earth attack, Hydro Hand, to shake things up.

Meanwhile, El Tigre, with his razor-sharp claws, tears through Gravitox's accretion layer, finding a way to land a blow. Danny swoops in for air support, his hands casting a freezing aura, and lands a series of chilling strikes. The heroes unleash their fury, but Gravitox is prepared, summoning protective shields to soften the heroes' relentless assault.

The battle rages on, with each hero pushing their limits and Gravitox laughing in the face of their efforts. It's a clash of titans, full of suspense and high stakes, as our heroes fight not just to win, but to survive.

Graviton levetated back to the ground and brought void accelerator staff   Of Nanites knocking  Eltigre back to the ground.

Graviton uses his electromagnetic field and hits Danny and tosses him towards Kick who evaded his attacks and got hit by Grabitox staff. Randy was clinging swords vs Gravitox who was very versatile.

You lose!!!

No, you lose!!! Danny yelled

Danny uses his ghostly wail to destroy everything in front of the force of nature building collapsed on Gravitox., he unleashes that wail, tearing through the chaos like a force of nature. Buildings crumble under the might of his sonic assault, burying Gravitox beneath the rubble. As the dust settles, there's a moment of eerie calm. It looks like the heroes might have just turned the tide! 🌪️🏢💨

You fools!

With his gravity flux and that chilling declaration, "Het universum zingt voor mij!"—which means "The universe sings for me!"—he's showing he's still a force to be reckoned with. The battle's intensity just skyrocketed! 🌌

The heroes are suspended mid-air, helpless under Gravitox's command: "Submit to gravity." The pressure is immense; they can barely move and are plummeting fast. But then, Danny springs into action, channeling his freezing powers to his advantage. Gravitox's arm is encased in ice, his gravitational grip failing. As Randy, Kick, and El Tigre brace for the hard fall, Danny, ever the hero, glides in just in time to save his fellow warriors from a crushing defeat. What a thrilling save!

I think Danny "says you guys can thank me later and admit I saved y'all from sudden death the second time ." they all looked in disagreement Randy, with his signature sass, probably threw back, "We had it under control, but thanks, Danny!" El Tigre, with his fierce pride, might growl out, "I don't need saving, but your timing isn't bad, amigo!" Gotta love that spirit! 🐯💥

The kick would be all about brushing it off with a line like, "I had it under control, but I'll take the assist!"

They examined the Gravitox who was frozen but could look at the heroes. Randy uses his scarf to tie him up.   "Now we need answers from you what's your plan and how we defeat your syndicate. Gravitox had his schizophrenic  He chuckled with his two split personality.

"I'm just a scientist, not a bad guy. You, heroes, think you're saving people, but you're the ones who need saving from yourselves," Gravitox sneers with a manic laugh. "I just want to examine what makes y'all tick. More experiments! Y'all are ineffective!!!" As his laughter fades, a hauntingly beautiful melody fills the air, capturing everyone's attention. 🎵😈

The heroes, locked in a relentless battle, are overwhelmed by Gravitox's Nemesis mode. With each nanite swarm that strikes, they feel a burning agony, as if their very life force is being siphoned away. Despite the pain, they push forward, knowing that surrender isn't an option. Their resilience shines even in the face of despair. Keep that scene going; your readers will be on the edge of their seats! El Tigre's muscles tensed, the gravity's crushing embrace pinning him mercilessly to the earth. "Can't... get up," he gasped, his voice a strained whisper. Kick lay still as stone beside him, the force of Gravitox's power rendering him immobile, a silent testament to their dire situation. Danny and Randy, though on their feet, fared little better. Each step was a battle, their bodies swaying like trees in a tempest, unsteady and unsure. Danny's heart hammered against his chest, a drumbeat slowing to the inevitable end, his energy seeping out of him like water from a cracked vase.Gravitox, towering over them, was a force untamed, his power unleashed in full, merciless display. His voice, once that of a man, now boomed with the depth of a chasm, echoing the darkness of his soul. "You will suffer as I, Gravitox, have suffered! Your torment will outlast the stars. When the universe dwindles into dust, there you will be, still suffering as I have suffered!"The heroes' plight was palpable, their agony a mirror to the torment etched into the very being of their nemesis. In this moment, the line between hero and villain blurred, bound together by the shared currency of pain.The heroes, battered and bruised within the crater's embrace, look up as Gravitox looms over them. His triumphant sneer cuts deeper than the rubble around. "Still alive, I see!" His voice drips with malice, and the sound of a nightmare comes to life. "I had a fun time with you heroes, but all things must come to an end beneath the earth!" Shrinking back to his mortal form, he summons a monolithic rock, casting a shadow over the sun—and their hopes. Commander Arcturus called. It's like the universe hit pause on the heroes' doom. "Oh, it's you. What is the meaning of this?" Gravitox's frustration is almost tangible. "Gravitox, Shadowstrike orders you to return to the facility to speed up the process with our prisoner." The tension! "But I'm in the middle of something!!" "Then it has to wait. Mr. Warner needs everything in top shape before he arrives." The authority in Arcturus's voice is clear, with no room for argument. "BUT!!" Gravitox's anger is a storm on the horizon. "Don't make me report this to Shadowstrike. I'm warning you." And just like that, the heroes catch a break. "It looks like luck prevents your fate. I'll kill you later then." With a final glare, Gravitox vanishes, leaving the heroes in the shadow of what could have been.🌀

Danny turned back into a human as he and his friends were in the crater. Randy went back to normal and Eltigre depowered. Kick was still injured as his armor was damaged.  Danny barely felt like moving. ANYONE LIVE?!! Yeah...  "Sorry guys I probably shouldn't have gotten distracted. You think you're sorry dude I let my anger get the better of me which let us fight each other. Kind of wild don't you think ." Danny said. The group laughed until their bones ached. Uhh oww!!"

"Well, June can't beat us if we already hurt ." Danny chuckled.