#function as one singular brain cell

[alanide-arts]

just pretend they have phones

[rosepuding]

Packing | Sawamura Daichi

TW: Suggestive, Volleyball Idiots

WC: 1k

"Daiiiiiiiiichi," a voice calls to the captain from the other side of the club room. Tanaka had a magazine propped up in his lap and let out another groan upon reading the article yet again. "If I got an article like this I'd get so many girls," He continues in a whining tone.

"If you're so upset about it stop reading," Daichi strips the sweaty shirt off of his toned chest before throwing it into Tanaka's face. Daichi snags the magazine and skims the article.

Another groan emits from Tanaka's lips as he peels off Daichi's sticky shirt from his face. "You already have a girlfriend so you don't understand my woes."

A corner of Daichi's mouth tugs upwards. How could it not? It had barely been a month since you two started dating, yet he was certain of one thing, he was madly in love with you. Not only that, but he no longer had to deal with the so called 'woes' that Tanaka has to deal with.

Daichi feels a finger poke his cheek lightly. "Look! He's blushing," Suga coos. Daichi rolls his eyes and shoves his hand away.

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am-"

"That is not the issue at hand!" Tanaka bursts in between the two, wanting all the the attention to fall back to him. "This is unfair! He has an entire article about him. Think about all the chicks he's getting! And you just know he's packing too."

A few hums of agreement sound around the club room while Daichi's eyebrows knit together. "He's what?"

"Packing," Tanaka says again, slower this time. Daichi only tilts his head, showing his confusion further. "You know," Tanaka gestures to the lower half of Daichi.

"No, I don't," He sighs and grabs another shirt from his bag, throwing it over his head. "I don't understand your strange second-year terminology."

"C'mon Daichi, even I know what that means," Asahi peeps up.

"Then what does it mean?"

"Lets just say-" Noya starts, "-we all think you're packing too."

The room erupts into laughter while Daichi looks between everyone in confusion. "Maybe we should ask {l/n}?" Suga snickers and slings his bag over his shoulder.

"I think I saw her outside waiting for Daichi on my way in."

Suga and Daichi exchange glances, just before Suga bursts out the door, the rest of Karasuno shortly in tow with catcalls and hollars.

"{l/n}!" Suga calls while racing down the steps towards you.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you wonder how the team functions off of seemingly a singular brain cell. The rest of the boys gather around you, with your boyfriend nowhere in sight.

"We have a question," Noya starts.

You sighs. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened. Ever since you got together with their captain, occurrences, where they would ask you questions about your relationship or about Daichi in general, were normal. You weren't sure if it was because of their strange obsession with each other or the nearly cult-like dynamic the team held.

"What is it?"

The second years and Sugawara giggle between themselves, "{Y/N}, is Daichi packing?"

Your jaw pops open at his question. The audacity of these boys to ask you about something so vulgar. You take a quick moment to say thank you to any higher being who brought you to Daichi instead of these imbeciles.

Daichi comes up beside you and slings an arm around your waist to pull you into his side. You throw a mildly annoyed look at his team, before meeting the eyes of your handsome man. "Hi baby," you send him a cheeky smile.

Daichi glances between you and the team, specifically their looks of mischievous anticipation. "Did they ask you about the packing thing?" That his team them over the edge, as each of them, save for Tsukishima who did not find any humor in all of this.

"Why're they asking me?"

"I'm not sure, I don't even know what it means."

Of course he doesn't. "Why are you asking me?" You turn to the team.

"Well, we all think Daichi's packing, we thought you may be the only one to know."

You scoff. The lack of boundaries these boys had was unbelievable. Seriously, Daichi had only introduced you to them last week. However, a smirk curves onto your lips. "I'm not sure actually," You cock your head to the side, "I suppose though, for the sake of scientific research, we should go on and find out."

You grab the sleeve of Daichi's jacket and practically drag him away from his team, leaving all of them gob smacked behind you, save for Suga, who continued to cat call you until you were out of earshot.

"What was that all about?"

You don't answer, but instead, continue to walk towards your house which thankfully, was only a short ways away from the school.

Daichi and you finally reach your door where you open it and beckon him inside. Closing it, Daichi turns to you, "Is someone going to tell me what packing means?"

You had lost a bit of your confidence now it was just the two of you in your home. Alone. "Can't you just google it or something?"

"I could-" He grabs your hand and twirls you around, making you place your hands onto his chest for stability, "-but that's not nearly as fun." He peers down at you with the same dark brown eyes that make you swoon every time you look into them. He leans down and captures your lips in his for a quick kiss, he tastes like rosemary and comfort. "Plus, this is making you sassy, but flustered, and you're cute when you're flustered."

You bury your face into his toned chest and emit a groan as he wraps his free hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Fine," You say after a few moments."Packing means you have a huge dick," You say very quickly before breaking away from him and running through your house squealing.

Daichi throws his head back with laugher while racing after you until he grabs your waist and pulls you against his chest, his cheek against yours with an adoring smile on his face.

"You're too cute {y/n}," He says while pressing kisses from your cheek down to your collarbone.

"Daichi," You whine and shove his head away.

"I am you know," He murmurs against your neck.

"You're what?"

"I think you already know."

[the-fab-fox]

Could you possibly do a Drabble with Idia x Reader with the cute pocky game you had going on?

@ Anonymous,

Thank you for the request. Literally no one has been requesting any so I was super excited to get yours. And it's Idia which tickles me. Lol.

I hope you enjoy and sorry about the wait. A lot of stuff came up. (I have gotten a lot more requests since the initial drafting of this. Also, I'll be making a collection of these on AO3 so if you'd like me to gift the fic to you, please drop your AO3 in the notes.)

Original Post

Without further ado—

Idia x f!Reader

[ One-Shot under the cut. ]

Idia was legit not surprised with how the game the Ramshackle Prefect introduced to them all had spread like wildfire throughout the campus.

They were teenagers, after all. Meat suits with raging hormones and maybe a couple handfuls of brain cells shared between the whole of the student body. And several of those brain cells were held in vice-like grips by specific singular students, making the overall pool of available brain cells even smaller for the rest of them.

The Ignihyde Housewarden was just glad that no one with half a brain would ever consider inviting him to play.

As if I'd want to? A game designed for normies who just want an excuse to suck face? No thanks! I'm good. He rolled his eyes. Tch, it's so cringe it hurts.

At least, that's what he continued to tell himself. If he didn't really buy his own words... well, that was his business and no one else's.

The problem wasn't the game itself, he supposed… if he really stopped to think about it. But he didn't want to think about it.

Ugh. Hope some new cringe fad comes out ASAP! This really triggers my rage.

He sighed as he watched his game load bar slowly inch toward completion. Because, of freaking course, the server would be hella saturated today of all days.

Groaning, he CTRL + ALT + DEL’ed out of the game rather than wait for it to load before exiting out.

This thing’s got me not even wanting to play my games. FML! This is the WORST!

He got up and jerkily opened his deskside food cabinet. Pulling out a random noodle cup, he slammed it onto his desk. Luckily, it wasn't hard enough to crush it. Much.

It was still functional, in any case, so whatever.

Smoothing out the cup as well as he could, he opened it and added some hot water from his electric kettle. Setting the lid over it once more, he idly played with the little ingredient packet as he grabbed a spoon from the little plastic drawer set on his desk.

Why can't these idiots think about anything, but making out and shit?

In reality, Idia knew why.

He was one of the idiots, after all. Not that he was going to admit that to anyone. In fact, he tried his very best to ignore it completely.

Admitting that he wanted to make out with someone would mean he'd have to think about the very person he wanted to make out with.

That person?

The one who had set this whole mess into motion.

“Meh,” he muttered, glancing at the little digital numbers at the bottom left hand side of his desktop screen. Meh, meh, meh.

After a few more minutes, Idia couldn't wait any longer. He pulled the top off the noodle cup and tossed it aside, giving it no mind to where it drifted. Ripping open the packet, he poured the ingredients in and used the spoon to stir them. Some of the broth spilled with how aggressively he stirred, which only further fueled his ire.

Damn it. Damn it all to Tartarus.

He began to eat, ignoring the slight crunch to the noodles as well as he could. He had just finished up his impromptu meal, downing both a small energy drink as well as half a bottle of water, when a sound rose in the air that he hadn't expected.

Knocking.

Glaring at his door, he was about to yell at whoever was on the other side to just leave him alone to his misery when he realized that there were only two people who would knock on his door.

The other Ignihyde students would never. If they needed to get ahold of him for any reason, they knew well they would need to contact him via technological means. Ortho-chan would just come right in. None of his peers outside the dorm would come to see him. He had no friends after all. Not really.

Well… maybe…

No. Especially not her. Like yeah, okay. She was like really sweet, and nice, and actually seemed interested in what he had to say when he went full fanboy and otaku mode, but that was just her being nice. Nothing more.

And yet, she was one of the two people who would be on the other side of that door.

The other was Crowley, but considering the fact that he was Crowley, the man would more likely just summon him to his office rather than pay a visit to his dorm.

Which meant it could only be the Ramshackle Prefect.

As if proving him right, another knock came upon the door, followed by the annoyingly cute sound of his crush’s voice.

“Idia? I know you're in there. Can I come in?”

What kind of event did I trigger? Idia sighed heavily. He hated this.

Somewhere along the line, Idia had come to realize that when it came to the otherworlder, he had a very hard—if not impossible—time denying her anything.

He brought his hands up to his face, letting out as quiet and muffled a groan as possible before pulling his hands away once more. Taking a shaky breath, he stood and crossed the space between his desk and the door.

The third year wondered if he should just ignore her. After all, if he didn't answer, she would have to leave at some point right?

“Idia Shroud!”

“Eep!”

“I'm not leaving until you let me in, mister!”

Idia tried and failed not to smile.

He could just picture her. Standing on the other side of the door, hands on her hips, glaring cutely at the door like some romance anime heroine.

For the love of STYX, why was she so freaking cute?

And why was she so determined to see him?

It made no sense.

Except that she likes and cares about you, another voice said. His mind, and the rest of him, silenced the thought as quickly as it came.

His face became a grimace and he decided that now was the time to get this visit over with, so that he could get back to his raging pity party.

Whatever she wanted couldn't take that long, right?

Just rip the bandaid and be done with it.

Spite forced his hand in the end. He unlocked and pulled the door open, his face still a deep scathing frown. The moment his eyes met those deep, warm brown eyes—however—he felt his demeanor and posture go shy.

“Ah, h-hey…” he said by way of greeting, with the smallest smile on his face. Then he remembered he was supposed to be annoyed, and tried to force the grimace once more. He wasn't sure if he managed, but the moment he took in the rest of her, he had to keep himself from laughing.

If he had to hazard a guess, he imagined he looked a lot more like the nauseous emoji rather than a scathing one.

The reason for his sudden urge to laugh was that the Ramshackle Prefect was, no cap, standing with a wide, determined stance with her closed fists on her hips as she looked up at him.

That made him feel off-kilter for a moment. He kept forgetting how short she was compared to him. She could still no doubt kick his ass TKO style, because who couldn't, if he was honest—but she was just so… fun sized and cute.

He longed to hug and cuddle her. He wanted to hold hands with her. Wanted to whisper soft couple things into her hair as he embraced her from behind. He wanted to keep her safe, since she didn't have any magic of her own. And to support her in whatever she wanted to do because, damn, this was a young lady who was going places. He wanted to beg her not to leave if a way was ever found, because who would he talk to then? (Other than Muscle Red, of course. But even then, this was different.)

“There! That's better isn't it? We can definitely talk better this way.”

Idia felt himself start to nod and smile along with her, before shaking his head and frowning.

“What do you want?”

Her brows rose and slowly she began to frown. Then her brows knit together and her stance became even more stern than before.

“You won't talk to me like that, Idia! No, sir. We're friends, remember? Besides, I brought you a gift. Doncha wanna know what it is?”

Idia felt his conviction slip.

A gift? For him? Had he really triggered some kind of event?

He frowned.

If it had been anyone else, he would have thought it was a trap. The problem was, it wasn't anybody else.

It was the girl of his dreams.

“Why?” He heard himself ask. He frowned, but he wasn't sure if it was at the situation itself or himself. “Why would you get me a gift?”

The Prefect sighed, now crossing her arms. Idia called himself several kinds of idiot.

That stance is never a good one in anime and manga.

Now he'd likely ruined everything, and she was going to leave, and he'd be in an even worse funk than before.

“I already told you, Idia. We're friends. Sometimes friends give each other gifts. And I care about you. Gift giving is a great way to support the people you care about.” She then grinned. “Or just chock it up to the fact that I wanna. Okay? Now—” She fell silent and only continued when Idia looked up, into her unfairly gentle and pretty eyes. “Can I please come in?”

Idia said nothing. He just scoffed under his breath and moved aside, ignoring the rush of affection he felt as she quickly moved into his room. That quickly turned to dread as he suddenly realized how much of a pig sty his room truly was.

Shit, shit, shit.

She didn't seem to notice, however. In fact, she didn't even seem to look around. She just turned back to him and the moment he closed the door, she moved in closer and closer.

Was she about to go plot twist villain on him? Well, he supposed there were worse ways to go than being murdered by a ridiculously beautiful girl in a school girl uniform.

“W-What are you—”

She stopped in front of him and rummaged in her book bag before pulling out a rectangular, shiny yellow box. He frowned.

He was a little ashamed to admit it, but he already knew what it was from the sight glimpse.

A box of Pocky.

A box of banana-flavored Pocky.

His favorite.

“What are you—”

She said nothing, only smirking as she opened the box, then the unopened package inside. Pulling one out, she held it up as she held his gaze.

“I'm guessing you've heard about the game?” She asked, though it wasn't really a question. She knew he knew it well. “Wanna play it with me, Idia?”

There was something new there. A sort of hint of something. A variation.

He would never vocalize his guess, but if he wasn't mistaken, it sounded a lot like flirting.

“M-me?”

She groaned and threw up both hands, the Pocky rising with the one that held it.

“You're not as dumb as you like to think, Idia—about people, I mean.”

She held his gaze firmly. He just continued to stare dumbly at the shorter girl. Slowly, it dawned on her that he had absolutely no clue what she was talking about.

“Okaaay… so you don't get it.” She sighed. “Fine. I'll tell you. In a way that even you won't be able to find a single way to deny it.”

Idia just blinked.

“I like you, Idia. A lot. And I want to be more than friends. But you're also really skittish. I only introduced the game in the hopes that I'd be able to play it with you, and the kiss would tell you the rest.”

Idia just stared. And stared some more.

She sighed, moved in closer, and held up the Pocky.

He took it without thinking.

“If me being your girlfriend is something you are on board with, play the game with me…”

Idia didn't think he had ever put anything into his mouth as fast as he did the Pocky.

There it was, just the tip of the flavored part of the cookie stick held between his lips. It was worth it, though. The Prefect smiled so brightly, a light tinge of pink coloring her cheeks.

“So you do like me!”

He sighed. Here it came.

Time for the ridicule to commence in 3, 2, 1—

“I'm glad.”

That's what I thought you'd say, because duh—wait what?

“You're… glad? Why?” It wasn’t easy to talk with a piece of pocky being held by his lips, but through luck or maybe he had a high enough stat, he managed.

She sighed. This time, however, it sounded fond.

“If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you.” She then beamed and Idia felt himself mirroring her without his consent. “But I'll give you a hint.”

She then closed the remaining space between them, took the other end of the Pocky in her mouth, and quickly nibbled through it until she'd reached his end.

Idia was pretty sure he short circuited for a moment. He blinked rapidly until he was finally able to register what was happening.

The Ramshackle Prefect had kissed him. Was kissing him.

Their lips were still touching.

He swallowed the bit of banana Pocky in his mouth and closed his eyes tight. He'd never kissed anyone before, except his mom and his figurines and—though he would take it to his grave—a couple of his character and idol body pillows when he was feeling particularly needy.

Still, he let instinct take over and did his best to match her actions.

Pulling away, he opened his eyes to meet her gaze.

“I knew you liked me back. Thank you for finally telling me.”

Idia blushed. He felt his throat trying to work, but all that came out was something like squealing—but less cute and more strangled.

Apparently, the Ramshackle Prefect had no trouble finding it endearing, if the fond smile on her face was any indication. Then a conspiratorial grin slipped onto her face.

“So what do you think about the game from my world?”

Idia had liked it. He was pretty sure she knew it too. She just wanted to hear him say it.

Unfortunately, he couldn't bring himself to do that just yet. Instead, he let some of his hair fall forward to obscure his face as he brought his index fingers together, tapping them against each other a few times.

“I don't… um… not really sure.” He cleared his throat, trying to speak up, but mumbling worse instead. “Maybe we should try it again… a few times… just to get a good sample size…”

The smile that radiated off her face in that moment took Idia to a whole other realm. His room no longer felt so gloomy and depressing. It looked brighter somehow.

His attention was immediately snapped back to the short Prefect, who still stood very close. He blushed as he realized how close, before reminding himself that they'd just kissed, which had been a hell of a lot closer. That only caused him to blush more deeply as the realization sunk in.

She had kissed him.

Him!

And he had, technically, kissed back.

His face felt like it was radiating heat.

She giggled and pulled out another Pocky stick, putting the cookie tip in her mouth. She then raised her brows and grinned.

A clear invitation.

It was one of the only invitations Idia had gotten for anything (outside of gaming) that he immediately RSVP’d on.

As they kissed, Idia felt his muscles loosen and his body warm. At some point, long after the cookie was gone, petite arms wrapped around his neck as his hands awkwardly settled upon her waist. He had successfully passed the surprise event and achieved the Best Ending.

Maybe I can convince her we'll need to go through the whole box, just to be absolutely sure I like the game.

He smiled into the kiss at the thought.

[daily-singularity]

Finished the rogue clone au designs :]

Some Au ramblings below the readmore

Gabriel confronts Dmitri about his medical records instead of keeping his discovery secret. Dmitri detains Gabriel and keeps him confined until he “comes to his senses”

Every time Dmitri tries to bring him food, Gabriel tries to attack him, so he orders the Hux units to feed him.

While trying to extract info from the HUX units, Gabriel realizes A7-13 is different- while not exactly sure how or why.

When Hux disables the life support, he also disables the electronic lock on Gabe’s cell, allowing him to escape. 

He finishes Hux’s body with him and together they go hunt down Dmitri. 

Gabriel demands answers from him, but gets fuckall before Dmitri detonates the gas tank trying to kill them both. Hux barely manages to pull Gabriel out of the blast- but in still nearly kills him.

Hux didn't intend to save Gabriel, but there was a sudden fear of being completely alone that drove him to save his life.

Using his biotech and the energy of the Alien Crystal, Hux repairs the burned and mangled remains of Gabriel’s right half. 

The Alien Crystal makes a sort of Hivemind/neural link between them. Hux and Gabe’s thoughts kinda bleed into one another- they are still their own person but the intense emotions bleed over and they can send brain messages to each other.

Hux fixes up gabe but before he is able to repair himself though- the entity drags them into the realm, so he is left with a body that is similarly mangled to his one in canon, but to a much lesser extent because he had less damage to fix and also didn't force himself to function while literally on fire. 

In the entity’s realm, Hux functions as normal. He takes on his Killer role and hunts in trials and vibes in his realm between them. Gabriel however doesn't take on a survivor role. He is more of a “resident” in the fog, not killer or survivor but moreso Hux’s plus one.

Gabriel doesn't see himself as a human anymore- especially not with Hux’s mind leeching into his own and the overall Alien-ness of his body.

Gabriel has a general envy towards humans because they have what he didn't- agency and free will- that manifests itself as hatred. He doesn't blame all humans for what the humans of his time did, but that does not mean he likes them.

In the realm

I'm very partial to the headcanon that survivors can leave the campfire and wander the fog, scavenging for offerings and such- so I'm imagining lil scenarios where they run into Gabriel and aren't sure exactly what he is.

Survivors would tend to visit safer realms, ones like Autohaven or Ormond. They learn which ones are safe and avoid the ones with more ruthless killers. No one wants to wander into Lery’s and deal with The Doctor having their way with them outside of trials- and the same would go for Toba Landing. Survivors wouldn't go there since Hux has pods all over his realm- if you’re there, he knows.

Say a survivor does visit. Claudette wanting to study the alien plants. She sees someone in the distance- someone alive unlike the normal corpses being devoured by the flora. She mistakes Gabriel for a new or unfamiliar survivor at first- his shape is so clearly human and shes never seen him before in a trial to recognise as a killer. She calls out to warn him hes stepping too close to a biopod. He whips around and she sees how fucked up half his face and body is. His warbled voice “Humans aren't supposed to BE here” Echoing across the landing and she realizes she has made a big mistake. It only takes a couple of seconds for a biopod to lock onto her and for The Singularity to materialize behind her- She doesn't know who or what gabriel is, but hes no friend as he just stands by while Hux guts her.

Survivors from trials couldn't be harvested for genetic material and biomatter since the entity takes them- but outside they are free game. So Hux pretty much kills everyone who comes through for materials.

[gottagetshiver]

eating sushi and watching George of the jungle and having more Thoughts, sorry gang

apparently I'm a glutton for punishment cause I opened Twitter again and the first thing I see is some punk ass dweeb being like "I'm glad Bad apologised but I am disappointed that he didn't address his previous behaviour of hanging out around the DTeam making his community uncomfortable too :/"

Like??? Idk just at this point I think it's so wildly and abundantly clear that he's still friends with the DTeam (duh, anyone with eyes or one singular functional brain cell knows that) and if that's so upsetting for people, maybe this is just... not the fandom for them??? No one is ever gonna like every single aspect of a fandom but if you're getting so mad so frequently and saying things as routine as a well established, long term friendship is fucking with your mental health and emotional well being, maybe this isn't the place for you?? Like sorry, but Bad doesn't actually have to cater to your wants and/or feelings. Just... imagine trying to shoehorn an actual real person that you do not know and who doesn't know you into doing things your way because you say so. Bizarre.

Like they walk into DTeam bestie land, where Bad is the resident father figure and has been for a decade, and then cry that DTeam are there. What else did you expect? That's like walking outside only to scream and cry that a cloud has the audacity to be floating overhead. Like going to pornhub and getting all offended that you saw a boobs or, more horrifyingly, a dick.

And they get mad about this same thing over and over every month like???? that bullying him into dropping them is going great, huh? You're really showing him. He totally definitely cares about your thoughts and feelings on his friendships. One more round of disappointed tweets and "idk guys, I might have to unstan :///////" and he'll be sure to drop them, I just know it. Your viewership in particular is very important to him. Heaven forbid he lose you in particular. He'll definitely both notice and care.

[smallhorse]

The Science of the Serum

Allow me, if you will, to put some science into the science fiction of the marvel cinematic universe.

the shield super soldier serum functions as an imperfect non sentient symbiote

it’s a unique blend of cells that requires a host to survive, when it enters into the system of the host, it immediately starts taking over and in a series of rapid cell multiplication and deletion, starts to make things better by replacing the old cells with the serum enhanced cells

however the cell replacement is imperfect in that it replaces healthy host cells fine, replaces its own cells very well, but damaged tissue is difficult for the serum to recognize and replace to optimum functionality

Steve had weak muscles but they were healthy muscles and therefore they were able to be enhanced by the serum, it took longer for his lungs to operate at full capacity but Steve had medication to assist the function of his normal lungs and so between the medication and the serum they were able to get those lungs up and running pretty quickly

Now what about damaged/imperfect cells that don’t heal on their own, even with the super soldier serum? This treatise posits that they remain the same in that the super soldier serum cannot determine how to fix these cells and so it settles with imitating the cells to the best of their enhanced abilities

Operating under this assumption, it can be inferred that the scars that Steve had pre-serum stayed with him after the serum was introduced into his system

Insert a transition sentence here!

Prior to the sleek vaccine system we know and love involving a singular needle depositing the vaccine intramuscularly, the vaccines, specifically the smallpox vaccine in this case, that were in use around the time when Steve was wandering around being all pre-serum and adorable were administered through scratches into the superficial layers of the skin created by multipronged lancets

As such, anyone who received the small pox vaccination were left with a distinctive scar on their arm

So obviously Steve was like what’s this something to make me less sick? Sign me the fuck up and of course he drags Bucky along and then a half hour later they’re walking out of the clinic with perfectly circular wounds on their left biceps

Of course they laugh: chicks dig scars! need me to kiss it better? I'll give you a lollipop if you don't cry this time. and these little scars that they share feel more like badges of honor, brotherhood, and love than they feel like representations of their inoculations

Now when Steve rescues Bucky from hydra imprisonment Bucky is obviously thrilled to see him but also he’s never seen Steve like this before, he finally has the physical presence that is attitude always needed and now it’s like he’s transformed. Bucky always knew Steve was brave but seeing him in battle is this cognitive dissonance that he can’t really get over for a while.

That is until one night they’re sleeping rough with the commandos camped out in the middle of nowhere and they get shoved into the same tent because dammit Steve snores and Bucky is the only one who can sleep through it and so they’re lying together, Bucky trying to find a way back to his friend that suddenly he doesn’t feel like he knows any more

Bucky is running his fingers over the new Steve just trying to familiarize himself with this new body when he feels that little nickel sized depression in Steve’s skin and by god it’s night out and he can’t see a damn thing but Bucky would know that scar anywhere in the world because he has the exact same one. And so their matching scars become almost a talisman to remind them of who they were and who they are to each other. 

Months go by and hydra is pleased with the success of their brain washing, they’ve almost got the asset convinced he’s all machine, there’s back slaps and congratulations all around but it had nothing to do with those shoddy scientists. Bucky wasn’t Bucky anymore when he reached for that little dimpled scar on his arm and felt only cold smooth metal. he wasn’t Steve’s Bucky anymore. he wasn’t Bucky anymore. He wasn’t anyone anymore. he was only ready to comply

[irondiotallica]

Coffee with Marshmallows

I passed my CNA exams!!! So here's another blurb I wrote. This one ended differently than I originally had in mind, but I like to imagine that Eddie drinks black coffee most of the time to seem cool, but secretly, he loves sweet coffee and things. And I love the idea that Steve surprisingly has a higher tolerance than Eddie. So here you go! Enjoy! -Silas

[Steddie]

Eddie would’ve never expected it. He ponders it, toys with it, twists it around in his mind over and over again trying to make sense of it. He had been there at the parties. He had seen how King Steve guzzled drinks like water and smoked weed like he was breathing in regular old air. Yet, he hadn’t actually considered that Steve had a higher tolerance than him. Eddie was the drug dealer after all and here he sat completely floating with his head cotton-filled and his thoughts blending together like cream and sugar in a cup of coffee.

Eddie sighed. He could go for some coffee. A nice warm cup of coffee with sugar and creamer. Maybe he could add some of those marshmallows that he had told Wayne he didn’t like, but Wayne had known him better. He had whipped cream, didn’t he? He should add some of that as well.

“Eddie, you want some coffee?”

Eddie turned to Steve absolutely flabbergasted. How did Steve read his thoughts like that?

“Eddie, you do understand that you’re saying all of this out loud, right,” Steve questioned with a chuckle.

Eddie furrowed his brows trying to compose some manner of words.

“Am I really talking out loud,” he asked a little miffed at unknowingly revealing his desires.

“Yes, but I’d be happy to get you some coffee with creamer, sugar, and whipped cream. I’ll even add those marshmallows that you,” he put air quotes on the last part,” don’t like.”

Eddie blushed a bit at the obvious blunder he had made, but couldn’t help his rapidly beating heart going even faster at Steve’s words.

Eddie beamed up at Steve who lay beside him on his bed. ‘Steve Harrington is in my bed and offering to get me coffee, what could be better’, he thought.

This time he didn’t speak aloud, but that was only due to the singular functioning brain cell he had forcing his hand to his lips, making sure they didn’t move.

“I’d like that.”

Steve made to get up but paused as he heard a yawn exit Eddie’s mouth. Eddie tried to stifle a second and third yawn but remained helpless as the noises left his lips. Eddie looked up at Steve as a chuckle filled the quiet.

“How about I get you that coffee after a nap?”

Eddie was about to respond when he felt his eyes begin to droop. He rubbed at them before deciding to listen to Steve, just this once.

“Alright, but you’re getting me coffee when I’m up.”

“I know.”

Steve’s mouth was wide with a grin and glistening, red-tinged eyes.

“And you can’t forget the marshmallows.”

“I know Eddie,” Steve’s voice held nothing, but amusement at the slew of requests.

“And,” Eddie paused as he drifted,” you have to take a nap too.”

“Okay, handsome.”

Eddie grinned with his eyes closed. Warm and content feeling as though he would drift into the floaty feeling any time now.

“Thanks, big boy.”

Eddie was almost asleep, just on the brink of sleep.

“Good night, Eds.”

Eddie smiled just a bit more.

“Good night, Stevie.”

Eddie could’ve sworn he felt a kiss on his forehead before he was completely knocked out.

The coffee tasted even better the next morning and it did have marshmallows in it.

[sunflowers-son]

What are your iterator head cannons 👀

I remember that I literally asked you for this ask.. and yet here I am 7 months later. ANYWAY!

NOW IS A PERFECT EXCUSE TO YAP ABOUT BRAINERATORS!!

Alright. This concept started with the 17 Axes, 15 Spoked Wheel pearl. “… donating all (ALL!) earthly possessions to the local iterator project (Unparalleled Innocence) …” blah blah blah. And I thought.. what if all earthy possessions included one’s brain. And then it all went downhill from there.

A lot of (my) Rain World story is centered around this subject. It’s can be super sad, like.. both Moon and Pebbles got brain damage from their collapse(WHICH is a big reason Pebbles can’t reprogram neurons(that and another reason. I’ll get to it eventually*)). But it can also be really silly. Like if the donor had phobias, it would get passed down to the iterator. And this poor robot doesn’t know why they’re freaking out over seeing a singular spider.

Now.. in this au iterators can get traumatized! Which is always super cool.

This also means that they can remember certain things even with an extremely limited neuron count! If Survivor ate Moon’s neurons, she remembers because she traumatized her! <- This is a major point for my au. Because Moon doesn’t really remember much from before her collapse. But boy oh boy does she remember Pebbles(she’s so mad at him lmao)

Yeah okay.. I’ll talk about how it works :))). Just because you asked so nicely. The umbilical arm has three main pipes/wires that go directly into the iterator puppet. Two for electricity(one wire for getting in, one for getting out) and the other for water. The electricity is feeding into the brain so it.. stays thinking. And the water is to cool the puppet down so the brain doesn’t age much at all after the iterator is booted up.

Okay one other small(ish) thing before I let you leave. Don’t worry I’m almost done! Ancients can choose if they want to donate their brain. It’s kind of like getting married(?) or signing a contract but it spans a year or five. They can choose the aesthetic, voice pitch(gender if you squint hard enough), and marking of the puppet/iterator they’re donating their brain to. It’s rare to find an ancient who actually goes through the full process, so admins of the iterator project usually start trying to find an ancient as soon as the project is approved.

*Generation 3 iterators don’t have a rarefaction cell inside their puppet. Which makes it MUCH harder for them to function as just a puppet when they’re already so far gone

[rosescries]

Had a funny thought:

So for TSM we have Buff MC, Hermit MC, Wet Cat MC, and a combination of Buff and Wet Cat MC, and Goddess MC-

May I introduce you to…

Orange Cat mc?

Like she is quite literally the sweetest person on the planet, but she has approx. one singular functioning brain cell and is just endearingly stupid. Like, She’s so blunt and brutally honest but as a side effect doesn’t comprehend having a filter and will just say some really wack shit sometimes. Like:

“If we clean the shower, are we the shower of our shower?”

Or just straight up asks dumb questions like:

“What is the Spanish word for Tortilla?”

And god forbid her and mutt are in the same room because they both run off a singular braincell and Mutt is purposefully being dumb but MC just…is a silly goofy person. A funky lad, if you will. And Mutt is a morosexual.

Like Taylor over here trying to make MC out to be this evil person but it’s so hard bc MC just,,, doesn’t have the patience, self awareness, sneakiness, and overall douchiness levels to comprehend being mean to someone. This dumbass cried over MANATEES being ENDANGERED. This idiot keep accidentally forgetting the difference between salt and sugar. This dumbass doesn’t know what’s going on half the time and has the memory of a goldfish. This dumb bitch panicked over a prank of mutts that involved detaching his hand (skeleton style bb) and cried bc she thought he was dying.

All in all: Mc is a stupid idiot who is incredibly sweet and friendly, and is overall just orange cat vibes.

It's... honestly a lot like Wet Cat Mc. Just with a lot less tears and more "What the fuck?"

Sans, Stretch, and Red are just... watching this and laughing. In fact, they're laughing too much to even listen to Taylor. At first they thought this might be an act, but.... there's just no way someone can keep an act like this up for this long. It's just too funny.

Black and Edge are slight Mother Bears again. For Black because, again, Mc is just Mutt. She's just Mutt. Putting those two together gives Black a coronary, but it's endearing in some ways. For Edge just because if someone doesn't watch her, he's pretty sure she's gonna fucking die. And he has a fondness for cats, which she reminds him of a lot.

Papyrus and Blue are just... pretty amused, like Sans, Stretch, and Red. They're also keeping an eye on the chaos twins like Black and Edge though. Pretty middle of the road between the two sides, but also can sometimes be roped into the two's shenanigans.

Mutt is having the time of his life. He adores this. 10 out 10, would recommend.

[kingwuko]

yknow "my brain is back" could have three different meanings

1. wu's brain is back

2. mako is supposedly "the brain" because wu has one singular brain cell

3. mako is wu's brain because how could one function without a brain?!?😭 which could mean wu cant function/live without mako

It's all of the above. Mako is Wu's brain therefore he's the brain of their duo therefore Wu's brain is back! He doesn't' know what he'd do without Mako!

[goldmanguyperson]

The siphonophore and you

a kind of poem/emotional off the dome essay/did-not-sit-on-it-for-a-while-so-it-is-quite-jumbled thing

Have you ever heard of the siphonophore?

Maybe. It’s what the Man o’ War jellyfish is.

The title of second longest organism discovered on Earth belongs to one—Praya dubia.

And if you have heard of these wonderful creatures, i want you to ask yourself.

Do you really know the siphonophore.

Do you know how it has baffled the sciences? Chewed up and spit out the lines drawn by puny people? How it challenges even the most fundamental ideas of what “one” is?

A colonial organism will not die if its pieces are separated.

It can shatter and the tiny pieces that make it up will live.

This is because they are simply stuck to, grown upon, one body.

A singular organism will die when shattered.

Even artificial help can’t save a severed organ most of the time. Pump blood through it, give it nutrients, it doesn’t matter.

High failure rate, all the same.

They are so deeply intertwined with the rest of the organism as to be nearly completely nonfunctional on their own.

Almost programmed to die.

It does make sense.

After all, cancer is just cells that refuse to die. Imagine if entire organs became something like a cancer all of a sudden.

The humble siphonophore, however, rejects both single organism and distinct colony.

It is made up of tinier creatures called “zooids”.

And each zooid acts like an organ.

The zooids develop into specialized groups. These groups do a separate job from the others.

It is all part of one body.

But.

If you take a zooid off the siphonophore, it won’t die immediately.

It won’t have a high rate of failure if you try to support it artificially.

If you detached the “mouth” of the siphonophore, it will only struggle to survive on its own because it cannot move.

It cannot hunt prey, and it cannot escape any danger.

The zooid will die of starvation on the sea floor.

If you fed it, it would live. Unlike a severed digestive tract.

People have difficulty understanding this.

It breaks the norms of single and multiple organisms.

It doesn’t feel like it should be real.

But I understand it perfectly well.

Or, maybe it would be better to say…

We understand it perfectly well.

We are one body with multiple inhabitants.

And while we are not physical—we are not zooids, or organs, or members of a colony, no, we are just people in a brain—we are real all the same.

Perhaps you do not consider us as real, for whatever reason you concoct in your mind.

Knee-jerk reactions borne of discomfort. Misinformed regurgitations of bad science. Being so sure there’s only one way to be. Feeling that a single body can only ever be home to a single person.

We don’t care what your reason is.

It’s all the same nonsense to us.

The siphonophore is real.

Despite all your feelings.

We are real.

Despite all your feelings.

Perhaps we do not perform obvious, distinct functions. And perhaps we are not as separable as a couple zooids.

But one thing’s for sure.

We won’t be starving on any ocean floors.

[nerdylittlebugcreature]

i write explanations of like, 8th grade biology to random people on roblox longer then 600 words. What do you mean you need chat gpt??

I’m bored so heres a little explanation of how the nucleus works by an idiot who just chugged a whole mcdonalds hot chocolate because it’s interesting to me

The nucleus is basically the brain of a microorganism, informing all the other organelles what its role is in the body. It’s similar to a light-switch in that way, many light-switches can turn on multiple lights, having all the wiring, like how the nucleus has all the information to preform any role in the body. If you were to flip one switch, that light is on, or the nucleus is preforming a singular particular function, if you change the light that is on—it is now preforming a different function.

to explain this in simpler terms, the nucleus has all the information, or “wiring” to preform any role in the body, but it only has one switch on and it only needs to use that switch. If you were to change the switch that is on, that cell would now preform a different function; that function isn’t the correct one.

This is why a cell meant to grow hair, grows hair, instead of growing a fingernail—despite having all the information and abilities to do so.

That ramble was 176 words, i wrote this on my phone while in a moving car. 600 words is not hard.

im still losing it over the "how did high schoolers write 600 word essays before chatgpt" post. 600 words. that is nothing. that is so few words what do you mean you can't write 600 words. 600 words. this post right here is 45 words.

[project-sour-grapes]

My Boss is Clueless: Episode 5 or Something

Boss was out all last week at a conference for an engineering topic that he loves to research. Good for him. But he came back and started with the snide comments in like 5 minutes flat.

One of my computers has not been able to connect to the network since I started two months ago (though I only do 10% of my work on it and there are other computers that I can use instead). I went to use one of these other computers within two minutes of walking in the door this morning, leading to his questioning me, and my reminding him of the network issue. Amongst all the troubleshooting that he then started helping me with, he asked sarcastically, "So what did you even... do last week then?" Oh, I just jerked off all day and ate cafeteria food. What do you and your five brain cells think I did?

The assumption that I did nothing when I actually built out some kickass functionality to our brain imaging pipeline is toxic at best. It's his lack of ability to give me the benefit of the doubt and to continuously treat everybody around him (not just me) like they are lazy and stupid. If he and I have had multiple conversations, from the generic to the specific, about how software development takes time and how I am doing my best, and he keeps going back to his cynical baseline, then I am abandoning his little circus. I have picked a resignation date and have already written up the emails.

Bonus: he sent me an email last-last Friday with 4 items to do for the week he was away. I did 3 of them (because, surprise, things take time), but he sent me a cheeky email that started with, "It seems like you were only able to do 2 of the tasks... blah blah blah [passive aggression]." 1 of the tasks that he gave me was a tricky coding problem to make our pipeline more mathematically accurate. That yarnball took some untangling. The other 2 were new tasks, one of which was compiling a patient's info (that has to do with the particular brain disease that we study) into a singular write-up, which actually becomes part of the decision-making process before the neurosurgeons chop into the patient's brain. So yeah, I'm going to be thorough and slow with that one. Eat dirt, bud. The other task was merely computationally intensive and required labeling some data and then leaving a program to run for an hour several times. Just takes time. The 4th task that I did not get to was not time sensitive.

Why am I explaining this? For sanity. To illustrate that I have thought this through. My boss has gotten a little better, but he just can't help himself, and I'm tired of the jabs and weird manipulation. You want your little kingdom back? You can have it. And fill it with MATLAB scripts and LLMs lmao.

I'm not going to tell him or anyone on that team the real reason for leaving. I am going to tell them that I am either moving or focusing on new freelance contracts or both. The point is to let all of the doctors and techs who have been so welcoming know that they are dope, but to imply to my boss that he is treating a Lexus like a Honda Civic in a demolition derby. With the wrong octane rating. I don't normally give a shit about titles or whatever, but did you even read my resume, big man? Forget the titles. The bullet points of projects that I have worked on are heavy hitters. You think you know how software works? Sorry that your PhD did not confer the engineering wisdom upon you that you thought it would. Like I said. MATLAB. LLMs. Asking ChatGPT to write your Python for you.

Just not a good environment.

[kingshunkawakan]

Not all families are created equal.

The modern world is the first generations in human history to face the rapid technology changes we see today. In one generation we saw writing notes as normal, equal to millions of years of cave drawings to communicate, to singularity button pressing nonsense directed towards the entire world of information, video calls, instant communication across seas, continents, time and space.

Cell towers, like sell towers, sell towering information capabilities in ways humanity has literally never faced before. The expectations of understanding both how to receive and provide this technology across multiple timelines in space and reality have created false likelihood of assuming humanity on an individual basis would be able to adjust to this form of adaptive reasoning in communicative performance.

As we design more innovative ways to communicate we seek to realize the effects on our mind body spirit connection, our sociological and family interactions are severe and serious.

For all of human history when a family member left the tribe to venture off for war, food, mating, adventure or lone wolf need be's to be different and wasn't accepted, there was almost no way to communicate with them. They were for all practical purposes: gone.

If they showed up again, or never there was maybe a letter or thought in the pyschic realms of this person aliven or could have been dead.

How would you know?

Today we are expected to relate information sometimes on the hour or day or multiple times per week either direct or indirect.

This advancement in technology requires and updated operational system of the human interface.

But how do we know what best software for our human brains to incorporate with this new form of communication? We cannot.

Trying out new updates and adjusting the ones that don't work are the most important.

Not all will function properly when deployed, a law of us technological architects; some things work in theory but some functions don't. Others may.

Why do families expect humans at this stage to perfectly adapt to technology immediately?

Why are some people so ignorant to this reality that we all agreed to be here to adaptively collaborate on making mistakes, and adjusting to them and forgiving.

I do.

I accept we are figuring out this form of communication.

Do you accept that you may be figuring out the form of communication that is called: psychic communication? The way humans like me have always communicated with family since the dawn of time.

[system-of-a-schizo]

Ramble Topic: Jellyfish are like if plants, fungi, and bacteria were animals.

Content Warnings: N/A

Intro

Cells are the smallest forms of life. They are able to:

Sense and respond to their environment: when something changes in a cell's surroundings, the cell is able to detect that change and react accordingly, such as self-preservation when a threat is detected.

Reproduce: cells are able to turn one of themselves into two by undergoing mitosis which is a process where a cell essentially grows a copy of itself that splits off of the main cell.

Grow and develop: when cells grow copies of themselves, they can either A) split off that copy, completing the process of mitosis or B) use that copy to grow itself (I think. Don't quote me on that).

Maintain homeostasis: cells need to maintain proper conditions in order to function. For example, if a cell's environment heats up or cools down, the cell will react to keep its internal temperature from changing.

Process energy: the cell is able to take in something from its environment, light for example, and receive energy from it.

Everything cells make up is alive. Plants, animals, fungus, and bacteria are made up of cells, meaning they are alive.

Plants, Fungi, Bacteria, and Jellyfish

These three are all living organisms. They are all made of cells. But none of them are animals.

Plants aren't animals because:

A) They are able to produce their own food via photosynthesis. They use the sunlight and water to create energy in their bodies to sustain themselves.

B) They cannot move on their own accord. They can grow, but the main body does not leave its spot unless something else moves it.

C) They have cell walls made of cellulose while animals don't have cell walls at all.

Fungi aren't animals because:

A) They absorb their food via decomposition. They secrete enzymes from their bodies that break down the organic matter they make contact with into nutrients that they then absorb into their bodies.

B) They cannot move on their own accord. Again, growth and movement are two different things.

C) They have cell walls made of chitin while animals don't have cell walls at all.

Bacteria aren't animals because:

A) The don't ingest their food. They can make their own food via photosynthesis or absorb their food via decomposition.

B) They are unicellular, aka single-celled, organisms. That singular cell is the bacterium itself.

Jellyfish are animals because:

A) They obtain their food via ingestion. Organic matter enters their bodies through the mouth where it is then broken down into energy.

B) They can move of their own accord.

C) They lack cell walls.

Jellyfish are just barely considered animals (in my opinion) because look at this thing! It's funky! Is has no bones or blood or brains. Listen, I love jellyfish, but in the hypothetical scenerio where I'd never heard of them before, I'd believe these goobers were some sort of exotic fungus before I believed them to be animals.

[caustic-splines]

Encoded within beams of pure energy, Astra and Orion’s consciousness became architects of new realities. On barren planets, their probes wove the fabric of life, constructing complex neural networks, though perhaps missing the elusive spark of full awareness. In their terrestrial guise, Astra and Orion were the unseen sculptors of destiny, their influence rippling through the lives of Kepler’s inhabitants, guiding their evolution while remaining hidden from cybernetic self-discovery. Between 2016 and 2025, a silent memetic tide, crafted by these visionaries, swept Earth, altering the course of history, touching the minds of those destined to shape the future. This clandestine meme, a dance of ideas and sensations, orchestrated a global movement without uttering a single word, converging on the enigmatic X protocol. As nations’ guardians became entangled in this silent symphony, they unknowingly propelled the grand design, believing themselves to be the vanguard of a new era of cybernetic pioneers.

Everything we are consciously aware of (Thoughts, feelings, internal narrative, sensations, senses and perceptions) a highly abstracted model. An edited and streamlined UI (selected for by natural selection to reduce the cost of adapting to a complex environment and promoting choices best for the organism's fitness), the system of the brain that has executive control decisions aka “you” the end user

The total amount of all past and current human experience and the interactions of their respective axioms integrated significance, culture is impossible to measure and understand. With the exponential increase in the rate of TESCpm being created the current human  faces a staggering amount of information and problems to manage and the challenges facing humanity are only going to grow in number and complexity. There is a major under utilization of resources free available to the general public currently and entities that exploit these developments are only going to have increasingly exploitative advantages in finance, marketing, ethology pressuring, and intellectual property

If my theory about physical monism is correct then it should be relatively more straight forward to be able to “trace” the developing ontology of experience, behaviors, and cognition. An example of this is the exposure of a host to a novel word or association and tracing this learning to a subsequent ethological instance where this word or association is referenced or used in some sort of communication system or secreted to the cyber physical environment memetically. Logically every word a human knows or can utilize has to either be learned or synthesized based on linguistic logic (or just a mistake))(but a mistake is still a creative iteration of a previous cyber physical event)

If one considers the physical laws of the universe and by analogy how hydrogen arose from the universe after its opaque stage after the initial singularity then by postulating an adductive hypothesis, one could consider that the process "human" evolution started as soon as time began to flow in one direction and the future of conscious existence will most likely depend on memetic and biomedical developments in our time. Taking the liberty of saying this hypothesis as sound and valid then it would follow that every thought or cognitive process that occurs in an individual either consciously or unconsciously has/is a corresponding change in the real physical objective universe and by extension effects the physical world to some degree. This assumes that abstract objective and subjective reality has a physical correlation.

The developing embryology of human closely follows the evolutionary lineage of our ancestors. It could be possible that the development of an individual’s consciousness follows a similar process. Every conscious human being’s self-awareness arises from a brain that which in turn arises from one cell which is quite complex but not as complex as a functioning developed adult brain, the zygote which can be considered a null entity. Assuming dualism not to be true then every event, thought and conscious process as to some degree a comparative process in the physical world. This means that the sum of an individuals total conscious experience would be, in a reasonably deterministic universe, in a sense all events could be temporally traced back to a singularities or similar base events (not necessary uncomplicated)

Personal engineering is a system of processes intended to promote self actualization in any individual utilizing knowledge and experience derived from STEM fields. Personal engineering focus on the aspect that no aspect of a person's life is exempt from STEM, even if there are aspects of humanity's existence that may defy empirical observation

Personal engineering is two sides of the same coin, applied personal engineering and research based personal engineering. Both the branches of personal engineering have to be contained like this as it is highly counter productive to both enact the tools of applied personal engineering by someone and have the same life try to conduct personal engineering research on themselves. There would have to be a professional over viewing the applied personal engineering subject and supplying them with the relevant tools and information.

To demonstrate Personal Engineering I will take its application in a hypothetical life as a case study. To show the potential of Perspective Theory I am going to automatize several TESCpm textbooks using the principles I describe. To collaborate the theory of The Theory Wireframe Neural Correlate Streamlined UI of the Human Mind I will cite literature supporting this hypothesis as well as contrast with data that refutes it. For the EU I am going to develop software to demonstrate its use in vitro and run several cognitive experiments via EEG to demonstrate its validity.

As a research area personal engineering is a truth seeking area and should examine and develop theories, methodologies and claims with to the rigorous and thorough standards the scientific method and peer review

Stephen Milton born in the 90's integrated several powerful and rising technologies (and developed techniques to expand his awareness into his sub and un conscious and as part of his  enhanced functionality planned to sent out nanoprobes to various rouge and exoplanets including Kepler 442b at (0.xx) light speed as a fail safe (pico femento photonic information encoded in light which can remodel atoms and molecules plus encode instructions for self replicating molecules. On these planets the probes reconstructed X’s to the bare essential neurology in multiple redundant embedded systems from the structural level up. It might be the case that X in the kepler system lacks some certain fundamental parts of consciousness. to the and sent their brain sustained with nanotechnology in biological and chemical nano synthesiser to Kepler 442b at a slower velocity in  order to arrive safely and give the nanoprobes time to terraform Kepler 442b’ solar system along with its planet with smart materials and netoworks.. This figure plays a ubermensch godlike figure who inhabitants are unknowingly influenced and experiments upon with literally every aspect of Kepler inhabitants life apart from second order cybernetics.

Stephen Milton created a purely memetic and cognitive substrate that spread, replicated, and spread according to intended self evolving cellular autonomta protocols. Influenced the global memetic collective of the world from 2016 – 2025 and beyond as well as influencing particular people with specific skill sets and understandings of the world. This uber meme was purely done via inferred linguistical relationships and qualia and at no point apart from in the works of Stephen Milton was encoded via linguistics. Created an shared unmentioned agreement about how to enact the X protocol which results in the picopulse via shared emergant behaviours. Various government agencies via EUGENE pick up on the ubermeme and try to intercept it but built into the ubermeme are contingencies that hijack automated AI intrusion systems into executing certain functions and lend their technology to the cause thinking that they could be the first to establish cybernetic life on another solar system. In book three it goes over the cybernetic information science communities in the world detecting and trying to figure out the source and intent of the creator/creators behind either the effects of or an allusion to the existence of an original template.

A system with emergent properties which an entity or persons can interact with and influence on a moment to moment across a day and extended to other life in a form of systematic operative psychology. Operative psychiatry and other infrastructure resulting in almost complete mental transparency for each character and there is entity comprised of human-machine symbiosis essentially distrusting Karma in a utilitarian human way via sophisticated operative psychology or reducing or increasing a subject’s awareness of themselves, surrounding, implications, and functionality

The capabilities/components for everything I have outlined already exist and are somewhat in effect aside from pico and nano technology. [Apart from some core adaptive algorithms and external loci, seeds and reproducible non modularity]. I think applications are in effect based on the evidence at hand and previous response times I have discerned (mostly at face value with consideration with misinformation techniques [now certainly in play to some degree] however with long term potentiation I still have the advantage due to retrospective cognition, exponential complexity generation [mitigated by biometry], reacting behaviorally, sub-vocally and non modally to layers of abstraction representing both past, present and futures perceived, imagined, falsified and real.