#science ficton

[lifethenecropolis]

There's a gag in every panel on this page that makes me laugh.

At least I think I'm funny...

[barkingbonzo]

Robot & Dr Zachary Smith for Lost In Space, 1965

Lost in Space is an American science fiction television series, created and produced by Irwin Allen, which originally aired between 1965 and 1968 on CBS. The series was inspired by the 1812 novel The Swiss Family Robinson. The series follows the adventures of the Robinsons, a pioneering family of space colonists who struggle to survive in the depths of space.

[grandhotelabyss]

I think I mostly gave good reviews to everything in the genre I’ve written about, but you’re right that something in me hesitates. 

I grew up with the genre. Influences still linger from my childhood: Heinlein sparked my interest in the literature of ideas, Bradbury turned me toward aesthetic prose, and Ellison modeled the writer as pugnacious public force. (Asimov and Clarke didn’t interest me then, just as Kim Stanley Robinson doesn’t interest me now. I’ve never cared about actual science, except maybe for the very idea of theoretical physics, which, sans the math, just returns us to speculative philosophy anyway.) I discovered Dick, Delany, Le Guin, Gibson, Ballard, and Butler later, mostly in college; I even interviewed China Miéville once—circa Iron Council—but didn’t keep up with his career after that. I love Tom Disch’s acerbic and more-than-apprehensive history of the genre, The Dreams Our Stuff Is Made Of, a real essay in the old liberalism equally dismissive of Heinlein’s Kiplingesque militarism and Le Guin’s Rousseauist pacifism. He would, had he lived, have made a good anti-woke pundit. I still haven’t read his fiction.

While science fiction and fantasy both get dumped in the “genre” bin with romance and detective novels, they are infinitely freer genres, since the conceit of imagined futures, imagined worlds, imagined technologies, or imagined aliens makes no plot demands in the way that romance and detective novels require certain story structures, however subverted. In that way, science fiction isn’t a genre at all but a mode (related to satire and utopia) requiring that other genres be grafted on to create a novel proper, whether noir (Neuromancer), historical romance (Dune), boys’ adventure (Starship Troopers), slave narrative (Kindred), imperial romance (The Left Hand of Darkness), etc. You can do (almost) anything in science fiction.

Yet “related to satire and utopia” is the catch: the source of my hesitation. There is something irreducibly ideological in the genre, “ideological” not in the Marxist sense of “hidden structuring assumptions that uphold vested interests” but in the liberal sense of “willful and reductive systematic reasoning.” Why would anyone imagine a future, a world, a technology, an alien, if not to make a point? Science fiction by its nature has “a palpable design upon us.” Some writers can use this to advantage, as in Solaris, a genuinely searching essay, but the risk of didacticism is sky high.

You can’t write a novel in the Jamesian sense—a shaped record of inner sensibility encountering outer experience in the present—within science fiction, because it asks for the totality of your views on nature and society up front without letting them emerge slowly from the artistic process itself and therefore surprise you as much as the reader. I have tried to write science fiction as an adult, and every time, I bog down in exposition, losing myself in the composition of a political treatise before I can meet a character or see a sight. My own lack of capacity should be blamed first, but not solely. So if I ever seem to think science fiction per se falls short of art, that would be the reason. 

[d03]

The Thief With Azure Skin

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The sun beamed down on Yūtolis. The city’s pale beaches and smooth white buildings, securing it as a vacation spot to the galaxy’s party-goers. Though one visitor has to forego any ideas of pleasure.

This visitor name was kion and he was not enjoying the sun. 

Kion dabbed a cloth on his damp head, trying to seem unbothered by the heat. To make matters worse his dark suit cling to his azure skin, making Kion shift in discomfort. His expectations had been filled with parties and woman when he had first arrived. Not waiting in front of the hotel, and seeing passerbies enjoying themselves. Kion’s relief soon came in the form of a limousine. The car hovered inches above the ground, its gravity engine letting it defy the rules of nature and flex its owner’s wealth. 

Furthermore its doors opened, inviting Kion in. He stepped inside, the padded seats welcoming him. There he was met by an old friend. 

Her name was Disareta, she was a short and rotund woman, her fine clothing distinguishing her from the rabble. 

“what are you wearing!?!” She spat out, a concoction of disbelief and anger splattered on her face. 

“wha!? You said dress fancy and I got-“

“Kion dear, it looks like a cheap rental and you’re drenched in sweat!”

“its good enough, Dis” says Kion as leans in his seat, “its hard even for me to be cool in this heat”

Disareta rummaged around her purse before pulling out a black slab. The slab’s screen turned on showing a rudimentary render of a mansion. 

“This is the dinner party we are heading towards, I’m invited and If anybody asks then your my finance-“

“your just gonna show up with a finance out of the blue!?”

“i like keeping people guessing” Says Disareta with a sly smirk “back to the plan, we will split up 20 minutes into the party. Then you will be approached by my insider. He will lead you to the target and help you escape”

“Help, Do I look like a kid?”

“We were hired to test the mansion’s security, not to be showoffs”

They reached their destination, a bougie mansion by the shoreline. Automatons were trudging in the garden, tending gigantic megafauna. Kion and Disareta were met with a grand hall overflowing with waiters, debutants and the upper-crust. Disareta led Kion through the great hall, greeting the movers and shakers of society, Though their status meant nothing to Kion. They were stopped in their tracks by a pair of young ladies, their chalk-white skin and hair indicating a familial relation to Disareta.

“OH Dissy, you got a new boyfriend, how nice” one of them said, her high pitched voice making Kion wince .

“how much did you pay him, aunty!” Said the other before snickering with her compatriot. 

Disareta subtle eye twitches told Kion everything he needed to know about her history with the sisters. 

“Shouldn’t you to be at the children’s table?” Said Kion, squatting down to eye-level with the ladies. 

The woman’s pale faces were holding back anger, falling to save face.

“We.. Well you're wearing a..A” one of the ladies muttered, before being dragged away by  her sibling. 

“Thank you Kion” said Disareta

“Don’t mention it, Dis”

They continued intermingling with the other party-goers, though Kion was just nodding along to the conversations. They went their separate ways in time, and Kion was left alone with his thoughts. 

“Why was he given so little information, what were they stealing?” Thought Kion, his annoyance increasing.  

His mind wondered to the other jobs he had done with Diserata, it was more bodyguard adjacent work. Diserata had told him a fortnight ago that the owner had hired to test the security off the house, but who the hell tests security during a party? And the worst part was that he couldn’t think clearly, because of a waiter harrying him. 

“sorry sir, but-”

“Can’t you take no for an answer!” Kion shouted at the chalk white waiter. 

Kion found Diserata through the large crowd of foppish attendants. 

“Dis, where the hell is your collaborator?!”

“right there” Said Diserata and pointed at a waiter, the waiter that Kion had yelled at. “Sooo, we might have started on the wrong foot” said Kion, looking quit bashful. 

“forget about it, just follow my lead” 

The waiter spilt the contents of his tray onto Kion.

“I thought we were good?!?”

“Oh, Sorry sir follow me so we get your suit cleaned” 

The waiter led Kion up the stairs and through a hallway.

“Do your lock-picking thing” said the waiter and threw some pins to Kion.

“Are these the best you could get?” Said Kion

[adder24]

Tales from the Reapers Scythe - Part 1

Rating: 15+ Because cussing and gore Authors notes: This is some original fiction that I have wrote and been developing for 20+ years. Welcome to the world of reapers Description:  What is life like for a reaper? It's certainly not like the life we are led to believe, a being that helps you on your journey when you pass. No it is far more than that. There is a balance to keep, creatures to keep at bay and enemies hell bent on making a reapers life even more difficult. Adder is a reaper, new to the life and learning the ropes with the help of his master Lee but his entry into the reaping world wasn't exactly an easy one and there is far more to him than first thought. This is available on Wattpad so if you are a member or have an account, please, I encourage you to leave a comment :)

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Reapers. They roam this world to do one job, take the souls of the dead and send them onto the afterlife. No one knows what they look like, unless you somehow defy death and manage to tell the tale.

Yet the assumption of what they look like is very much ingrained into the human psyche. The stereotype of a skeletal figure with burning red eyes, draped in black robes and holding a rickety Scythe, is the image that most mortal beings perceive death. It is one reason why many people fear the inevitable, the idea that they soon would have to face this being that is straight out of a horror novel, however as gothic and as sinister as the image of death seems, it couldn't be any further away from the truth. 

The narrative of a reaper being skeletal was far fetched and impossible. The basic rules of human biology states that in order for limbs to move, muscles would need to contract and relax in order to move tendons and ligaments and all the working mechanisms needed to move, say an arm. Without those fundamental elements the skeletal structure could not physically function and so the mythical depiction of a reaper is absurd, illogical and false. In fact the whole narrative is false.

Reapers are in fact quite the opposite to what we have been told, they are living breathing beings with exceptional skills and powers. Their life spans far exceed that of our own and there is more than just one. They hide in plain sight, blending in with their surroundings. You wouldn’t know who they are or what they look like because we’re so used to keeping our eyes open for the image that has been drilled into us for hundreds of years. A reaper could be sitting next to you right now, they could be on the train, on the bus or even in the taxi, they could be anywhere but you won’t know it until it’s your time.

Because of mankind's lack of knowledge, little is known about the world of reapers, there are only stories told around campfires to scare children and many interpretations created by authors who are fixated with the world of fantasy.

So how is it this author knows so much about reapers? Through research? Through events in history? Through an experience?

No.

Try being one.

Now, with that Bombshell aside, let’s focus on telling the story of one Reaper in particular. 

On the 6th of August 1945 an Atomic bomb known as the “Little Boy” was dropped over Hiroshima, Japan. It killed  a hundred and twenty six thousand civilians, three days later another atomic bomb known as the “Fat Man” was dropped over Nagasaki, killing eighty thousand civillians. Most people remember Hiroshima due to the number of deaths and the devastating impact of the “Little Boy” but not everyone tends to remember Nagasaki, ironic really as this is where the tale of our reaper begins.

 No one could have prepared for the devastation that hit, no one was informed and no one was evacuated. Life continued as it was on the 9th August, schools continued to teach, businessmen continued to work and hospitals continued to treat patients. All of that changed at one minute past eleven that morning. The fat man dropped over Nagasaki industrial valley and the island of Kyushu was thrown into chaos, people were killed almost instantly, those who managed to survive suffered horrific injuries. Medical facilities were badly dislocated due to the bombings and a makeshift hospital was set up in a primary school in order to treat the scores of casualties that were being rushed in for treatment. The medical staff worked tirelessly through the night, trying to save lives despite their own exhaustion. They had seen everything. Every gruesome and gory case that was wheeled through the doors. All but one.

It was one in the morning when a family of villagers pulled up at the school, they arrived on a horse and cart and what lay in the cart was covered in blood stained potato sacks. The noises coming from the sacks were otherworldly and frightening to the family that wheeled this apparent patient in. The father walked round to the cart, nervously unhinged the tailgate and allowed two nurses to slide out the makeshift stretcher.

“Not human” The father says quietly, watching the nurses take the patient in “Devil...they sent a devil”

His mutterings sent a chill down their spines as they carried the patient into the busy hall, doctors and nurses rushing around, treating every patient they could. As soon as they placed the stretcher down a Doctor rushed over and asked for a description of the patient's condition.

“... We don’t know. The Farmer just said it was not human… and that it was the devil” One of the nurses replied

The doctor blinks and notes the blood slowly seeping through the sacks and stretcher, dripping onto the floor and causing a small pool to form on the floor. He slowly reaches out and takes a corner of the sack and begins to peel it back. An Audible gasp could be heard escaping the lips of both the doctor and nurses as what laid on the stretcher was an unrecognisable twisted corpse, stripped of its flesh, covered in 3rd degree burns. It’s heart was visible and was still beating.

“How...how is this possible?” The doctor asked, looking at his nurses in shock “They should be dead”

“... The farmer said they sent the devil…”

As she uttered those words, a low guttural growl could be heard coming from the corpse, the doctor leaned down to study it, he carefully placed his hand on it’s chest, not expecting a response but he got the shock of his life when the corpse quickly grabbed his hand, the exposed bone pressing tightly around his wrist as it’s eyes flew open, revealing a ruby red Iris around the pupil, giving the corpse it’s demonic look.

“IT. BURNS!” The corpse howls

“...We know...we will do our best to help” The doctor stutters as he looks around him, noting everyone has stopped their work to stare “Nurse Lei...call the Kenpeitai, lets get him the best care we can manage”

The corpse kept a firm grip of the doctor's wrist, his red eyes boring into his soul, searching for something, anything but the doctor only showed fear, freaked out by this being that lay before him. He noted the beast's heart was starting to beat more rapidly, it’s eyes moving around the room rapidly.

“Can you hear that?” It growls, spitting crimson from it’s mangled mouth

“Hear what?” The doctor asks

“The screams… the cries for help… the man two beds down… he’s telling me… he’s telling me he’s done”

Nurses then rush over to the man that the beast spoke of, they start to give the man Chest compressions and recovery breaths but nothing was working. The beast looks back at the doctor with panic 

“Make the screams stop” He pleads

“...I can’t… I can’t hear them”

“MAKE THEM STOP!” He screams

It’s heart worked frantically, trying to keep it alive but eventually it gives in, the beast blacking out and collapsing on the stretcher, it’s heart slowing down to a steady pace. The doctor gathers himself, his hands trembling as he looks at the nurses that rushed over to him.

“Cover him and separate him from the rest till the Kempeitai arrives” The doctor says 

The nurses nod and carry him out of the hall, escorted by three more nurses and two more doctors. They quickly wrap the corpse and leave him in an empty classroom while they return to their duties. All of them were clearly shaken by what their eyes had seen, yet they continued as if nothing had happened as a means to remove the haunting image from their minds but it was hard when the patient in the other room was screaming and howling in pain, making the other patients very unsettled. 

Within the hour the Kempeitai had arrived, two military grade trucks pulled up outside the building, one was filled with troops, another was virtually empty, only four men jumped out the back. The doctor who treated the patient in question, greeted them and showed them where they had kept the corpse.

“.....He spoke in English...his body is badly burned, he has no skin and… you could see his heart” The doctor said to the captain of the unit.

The Captain was tall, skinny, had short black hair, carried a baton and walked with confidence, he was young, keen and had a vicious streak in him. He was known as the red dragon, a fierce leader with a fiery temper, anyone held captive by him were often left fighting for their lives or were put in the ground by his unique torturing methods.

“Do you believe him to be an escaped prisoner of war?” The captain asked

“I believe he should be dead…” The doctor says

“What else can you tell us about them?”

“He has Red eyes.... Red like the blood of his victims”

The captain nods his head “Possible side effect of the Atomic bomb. Shouldn’t read into it too much, looks worse than it is, shall we introduce ourselves?”

The doctor nods his head and gingerly steps away from the room, allowing the captain to stroll in and examine the patient, he notes the pool of blood on the floor underneath the body and the sound of bones cracking and clicking. 

"That… That's a new noise" The doctor stutters as the captain takes a corner of the sheet covering the patient "I warn you sir you won't be ready… this is nothing I have ever seen before" 

The Captain just smiled at the doctor and then, without a care for the patient, rips back the sheet to reveal a man, covered head to toe in severe burns, the flesh still cooking from the heat and blood still oozed from his wounds, yet despite his bad state the doctor noticed a few striking changes. Skin had grown over the heart, quite rapidly in comparison to a normal patient and  the exposed bones were also covered in a thin layer of skin membrane, evidence that this patient was healing quite rapidly. 

"Oh you are a mystery" The Captain purrs

But his words seemed to strike a reaction, as the patient's eyes flew open to reveal the demonic eyes that freaked out the medical staff, an oozing charred hand reaching up, grabbing the captains collar tightly

"I'm not your pet" it hissed

“No. You’re going to be my lab rat” The Captain replied menacingly with a sick smile on his face “If you were sent by the Americans, then let's see what you can withstand. Demon!”

“I’M NO DEMON!”

“Then what are you? How are you understanding me if I don’t speak English?”

The corpse freezes and releases his grip around his collar as the four other guards come round and quickly secure the patient, quickly covering them with the blood soaked sheet, ignoring his screams and carrying him out of the room.

“We will take good care of them,” The Captain says, still wearing the same twisted smile

The doctor gulps as he follows them out, watching them load them into the truck and securing him down, causing more howls of pain as the patient starts thrashing around, trying to escape their bonds.

“Shut them up!” The Captain orders

One of the soldiers cracks the patient round the skull with his gun in order to silence him, knocking him out cold.

“Thank you! Be seeing you Doctor” The Captain says before he gets into the truck.

It is not known where the Kempeitai took this particular patient but then the Kempeitai were mysterious. They were the Japanese equivalent to the FBI during the second world war and worked alongside the Imperial Japanese army. Their methods towards prisoners of war and those they classed as “Anti-Japanese” was questionable and barbaric, those in their care were often beaten within an inch of their lives or worse, they traded illegally with some questionable allies and often used underhanded tactics to get what they wanted. So coming across this particular patient was seen as a windfall to them.

They placed them in a white sterile room and quickly they were stripped of their dignity, whipping off the sheet and leaving them exposed while doctors tried to identify what they were, all of them impressed at the remarkable speed they were healing at.

“Male, late twenties” A balding gentleman with a thin top moustache called out whilst examining the man's teeth “He has dog tags melted to the skin”

“Do you know where they are from?” The Captain asks

“Guessing by the shape of the dog tags he could be British but we can confirm it if we can remove the tags from him and look at the inscriptions”

The captain smiles, wraps his hand tightly around the dogtags, melted to the man's chest and pulls them firmly, ripping them from the man's skin, causing him to scream and howl in pain.

“There you go” He says calmly with a smug grin on his face

“I’d like it if you never do that again, I want him in a good condition if you want me to conduct experiments on him which, frankly I feel are barbaric, I mean you want me to conduct an experiment where one of your men shoots him in the head?”

“I want to see how well he recovers from it”

“He won’t! He’s human and he will certainly die from a bullet in the brain”

“Are you refusing orders doctor Xia?”

“Sir-”

“You do know what I will do if you refuse my orders won’t you?”

The doctor fell silent and looked at the young captain, noting the man was transfixed on the patient laying exposed on the table.

“......Yes sir” The Doctor says quietly

“Good. Conduct the experiments and none of your family will be punished for your insolence”

Doctor Xia bowed his head slowly and watched as the captain thrust his finger into an open wound on the patient’s stomach, causing them to jerk and scream in pain while the captain lapped up the pain and suffering he was inflicting upon them.

“Good to know you still feel demon!” The Captain hissed before retracting his finger and wiping it with a cloth that he had pulled from his top pocket “I expect full detailed reports on every experiment conducted on him. Oh… and Doctor, do keep up the good work”

As soon as the captain left the Doctor to conduct his work, the experiments began, small ones to start with, the first one was to check how long it would take for a fresh wound to heal, a hard task to ask, considering the bad condition the man was in. They had to find an area that didn't appear so badly affected, which was his back and then they cut him, the first cut was like a surface wound, one that would take most people a week to heal at least, the second cut was deeper, one that would need medical treatment and quite a few stitches to encourage the healing process and for the skin to knit. Remarkably the first cut healed within seconds and the second cut took about ten minutes to seal up and heal completely. This experiment was repeated five times that day, each time the speeds of healing increased, Doctor Xia also noticed the transformation of the patient, the charred skin was slowly starting to turn and flake, revealing new pink skin underneath, small patches for the moment that he knew would increase rapidly over time.

The next experiment consisted of breaking bones and performing cuts at the same time, to test how he would handle multiple injuries. Again the experiment was conducted throughout the day and the results changed every time but by the end of the day all injuries were healed and the burns were starting to clear.

Each experiment conducted was as painful as the last, limbs were broken, lacerations were inflicted as well as being exposed to abrasive chemicals designed to burn away the skin. There was no let up for this patient but as the days and weeks progressed, the man who was nothing but burnt skin, bones and blood, was now looking more human. He was tall, about six foot two, blonde haired and was sporting a rough goatee beard. He had a defined face, a rugged jaw with sharp, defined cheekbones that made him somewhat easy on the eye, he was also in good shape physically, his body was toned and in peek condition and his captors were certainly putting him through it, making him go through back breaking work and putting his body through trauma before  he is then made to go through even more hell with the experiments, that ranged from limbs being broken to being electrocuted, stabbed and now he was being shot, used as target practice at the firing range.

When he was allowed to return to his room, the man was visited by a male nurse who would bring him food, books and would speak to him like a normal human being, in english, something refreshing compared to being spoken of as a test specimen. After another day of gruelling experiments and more slave labour, the man was in his room, sitting in the corner on the floor, hanging his head and staring at his blackened feet, cracking his toes back into place and watching as all the cuts he had sustained on the walk back, started to heal and disappear.  Suddenly there was a click from his door, the man looked up and saw his regular nurse walk in. He was tall, quite slim and looked to be in his forties but he wasn’t sure and he never asked. His name was Lee and he was holding what looked like rice and dumplings in a bowl on top of a book about reptiles.

“More reading” He says with a smile

“A book about Reptiles?” The man asked

“You have read all the other books, this was the last one, I marked a page you may be interested in” Lee says as he places the food down on the floor with the book “Is your memory coming back?”

The man shakes his head, all he remembers is waking up in a crater, in intense pain and engulfed in smoke. He doesn’t know who he is, how old he is, his birthday, how he got there or even his own name.

“I don’t know who I am Lee...I can’t tell you anything about me...other than the fact I know I have an English accent”

“What about the screams that you can hear?”

“They come and go, could all be after effects right?”

“Mental trauma yes. You may heal fast but the mental injuries take the longest to recover ...”

“... You don’t think it's odd that I heal faster than the average human?” The man asks, looking at Lee, hopeful for answers.

“I would have put it down to the side effects of the atomic blast but…..no one else who was caught in the atomic blast is suffering the same effects as you. I think there is something else going on with you, something more supernatural than natural”

The man chuckled and shook his head, not quite believing what Lee was telling him, especially after all the talk of Demons and how they believed him to be one.

“Yeah okay. I’ll just name myself Demon and let all this abuse continue”

“You don’t suit that name. Your name is in this book” Lee says softly as he hands him the book “I chose it for you”

The man takes the book, curious. He opens it on the marker Lee had placed and sees a snake with Black zig zag markings on the top and a white body, it’s eyes a copper red and it has a black belly. It’s name in Latin is Vipera Berus but in English it is called Adder.

“Adder?” The man asks

“Yes. An Adder is the only venomous Snake in England, they are not known to be aggressive, they keep themselves to themselves mainly but if they are cornered or attacked, they will fight back. Not many people have died from their bites but one thing is true, people know of them  but nobody can predict when they will encounter one”

“You could say the same about any snake to be fair”

“You could but the venom of an Adder is the most unpredictable and let's be honest...Adder...you are unpredictable and you are ready to strike. There’s only so much poking and prodding an Adder can take before it lashes out and fights back.”

“Adder….” The man says to himself as he stares at the door “It’s got a bit of a ring to it”

“It does...now, you must eat your meal” Lee says as he pats Adder’s shoulder “You need your energy big man”

He smiles at Adder before he gets up and leaves him to eat and to read the book he had brought him. The pages were adorned with beautiful paintings of each individual reptile but Adder couldn’t help but go back to the page about the Adder, studying it’s markings, reading about its behaviour, feeding habits and its habitat. He noted that Adders were quite hardy and could be found up in the snow covered alps and in Russia, adaptable, tough, mysterious and unpredictable.

“... I like it… Adder” He says to himself softly

He closes the book up and climbs into bed, struggling to get himself comfortable on the hard mattress, wrestling with the blankets before eventually passing out in an uncompromising position, blanket draped over his waist, arms dangling by his sides. It looked uncomfortable but he was at least sound asleep, yet his captors never allowed him to get complete rest and at four in the morning his sleep was rudely interrupted by soldiers hauling him out of his bed and dragging him out of his room to the sterile white room they have performed most of their experiments, this time there was no bed or chair for him to be strapped in, instead there was cuffs dangling from chains from the ceiling and Doctor Xia was accompanied by the Captain known as Red dragon.

“What is it this time?....you wanna know if my kinks are the same as this sick fucks?” Adder spits, staring at the captain.

The Captain just smiled at him and then looked over at his men and instructed them to put Adder in the cuffs but Adder had other ideas, he wrestled the men off him, throwing them against walls, slamming them to the floor and making them look incompetent in front of their Captain. Once they were unable to continue, Adder made a break for the door, wanting to get out of the sterile environment and away from the torturous unnecessary experiments that they conducted upon him but as he reached for the door, he heard a loud bang and he felt something strike him in the back, causing him to collapse to the floor. He quickly flipped onto his back and saw the Captain standing over him holding a gun. 

"That shot was aimed to paralyse you from the waist down" He says menacingly

"Well I can't feel my legs if that helps?" 

"But how long will it take for you to regain feeling?" 

"I don't know, I've never been paralysed before"

"First time for everything. Get him in the chains while we still have a chance!" 

Adder growls as the soldiers he had floored, stumbled over and grabbed his arms, dragging him over to the chains, both men having to grip him tightly, barely holding onto him as he tries desperately to shrug them off and crawl to the door, eventually the captain has had enough of Adders protests and when Adder manages to slip the soldiers again, the captain steps in and boots Adder in the head, breaking his nose and splitting his lip, causing blood to flow from his face. He was stunned into submission and the soldiers managed to eventually get him into the chains.

“Why must you go against me all the fucking time?” The Captain snarls

Adder smirks and looks at the captain, blood staining his mouth and dripping down onto his chest and onto the floor, forming a small puddle under him,

“Cause I love seeing you angry” Adder replies sarcastically, his comments being met with a strike across his face “Oooooh hit me harder”

The captain snarls and grabs him by the throat.

“You have a death wish boy?” He spits

“Being trapped in this shithole? Of course I do. Oh, by the way, I can feel my legs again, so unless you want kids, I suggest you back the fuck off!” Adder replies, his voice was restricted by the hand clamped around his throat.

“Whatever” The captain snarls and pulls the gun from his holster, placing it firmly against Adder’s forehead “Doctor Xia be ready to record the results! We’re gonna find out if the Demon can come back from the dead”

“Death will be a release from you, you piece of-”

There was a bang, blood sprayed against the white walls as well as the captains face. Adder now hung slack as blood spilled from the hole in his head and an eerie silence fell over the room before there was a triumphant “Hmmph” from the captains lips

“Guess I won Demon”

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Nope

Summary: Two siblings are terrorised by a UFO over the valley they live in.

Refreshing take on alien invasion genre that interweaves themes of spectacle and human arrogance. Three for three for Jordan Peele.

Rating: 4.25/5

Photo credit: USA Today

[doctgirlfriend]

The Doctor Recommends - John Carter

I am going to mix things up this week and not recommend a book. Not directly anyway. No instead of dissecting a classic novel I am going to recommend the Hollywood adaptation of the book John Carter – A Princess of Mars. The book is worth a read or listen as an imaginative piece of early 20th Century science fiction set in the US west in the 19th. The plot follows the protagonist, John Carter,…

[gaschka]

[runningmechafighterpantera]

WIP, Sketch

Military mecha system M1123A, Labor Model "Bulldog"

[whitewaterpaper]

GO2: “The Ball” [S02E05].

Serie: Good Omens. Skapare: Neil Gaiman. Författare: Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman (boken). Författare: Neil Gaiman & John Finnemore (avsnittet). Regissör: Douglas Mackinnon (avsnittet). Publicerad: 2023. Medium: Amazon Prime Video.

Ses tillsammans med @kulturdasset.

¡Oi! Spoilers, stavfel och alternativa fakta kan förekomma rakt föröver!

Man känner att det börjar dra ihop sig i det här avsnittet där Aziraphale till synes omedveten om att snaran dras åt runt bokhandeln pliktskyldigt årsmötet för de lokala entreprenörernas förening. Jag säger entreprenörer då Azirazphale är mer inkluderande än man kanske skulle kunna tro. Tänker på att även sömmerskan blev inbjuden.  😇🤣

Apropå bokhandeln – undrar om den runda dörröppningen till foajén på insidan av butiken är ett homage till Tolkiens ”The Hobbit”?

På det hela taget ännu ett roligt avsnitt där det är en idel samling fummelpellar på bägge sidor om skranket. Furfur och Shax är roliga på sin sida och Muriel håller fanan högt som himmelens utsända ”spion” kring den lilla bokhandeln. Michael är imponerad är jag säker på. Sedan att Gabriel (i egenskap som ”Jim”) kliver ut och annonserar att han är där – men ingen tror honom.

Intressant inblick för övrigt vi får i vad som hände Gabriel, det verkar som om han medvetet gömt sina minnen för att skydda sig eller någon annan. Frågan är då, ingick det i planen att dumpa sig själv utanför bokhandeln? Visste han att, vad det nu än är som pågår i kulisserna, att Aziraphale och Crowley var de bästa kandidaterna att hjälpa honom/reda ut saker och ting? Är apokalypsen på ingång? Igen?

Lite fundersam är jag kring sms:en Nina fick, att de visas på griffeltavlan men det verkar som om det var ett listigt sätt bara att visualisera dem för tittarna. Undrar f.ö. hur intrigen med Nina och Maggie passar in i den större intrigen, något säger mig att det här är mer än bara ett tidsfördriv för Aziraphale och Crowley att tussa ihop dem.

Säsongsavslutning nästa avsnitt. Ser verkligen fram emot det!

Länkar.

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[they-loved-in-2075]

Science fiction. The deepest emotion (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1399774638-science-fiction-the-deepest-emotion?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Javid117&wp_originator=CijE6asYchQrhTZpPRyl%2BsbCxcQp5qXgwYzPXNGprFIhsHJh5B5Q2g237YUtlFx2GEG8R5vuSwuPapW9niv74LHQFfTvJ1yZnG1p6bcpIotHkoV50XF17yESN7H8PwsZ This short science fiction story can be a story about anyone of you. Because we all feel, we all emote, we all love, and if you agree with me on this, then this science fiction story is for you. It has deep emotions, deeper sensitivities and deepest expressions of feelings that will leave you spell bound. And you can only check the validity of my claim by reading this and exciting short scifi story.

[roymacdonaldphotography]

When space travel goes to hell in a handbasket - “9th Planet Castaway.” Hilarious, slightly raunchy, and scary - it is sci-fi that is completely off-the-wall

[barkingbonzo]

Stingray is a British children's science fiction television series created by Gerry and Sylvia Anderson and produced by AP Films (APF) for ITC Entertainment. Filmed in 1963 using a combination of electronic marionette puppetry and scale model special effects, it was APF's sixth puppet series and the third to be produced under the banner of "Supermarionation". It premiered in October 1964 and ran for 39 half-hour episodes.

[linyve]

Lock In by John Scalzi

Lock In by John Scalzi #bookreview #sciencefiction #crimefiction

Title: Lock In (Series: Lock In #1) Author: John Scalzi Genre: Science Fiction Publisher: Tor Books Publishing date: August 26th, 2014 ISBN: 9780765375865 Synopsis: A quarter of a century later, in a world shaped by what’s now known as “Haden’s syndrome,” rookie FBI agent Chris Shane is paired with veteran agent Leslie Vann. The two of them are assigned what appears to be a Haden-related murder…

[preservationofnormalcy]

What is a Moreauvian?

It’s a sad story.

In the 1880s, a certain British scientist named Moreau began to talk about his extranormal theories. With surgical techniques that he thought of as cutting edge but mundane, that we now know are part of the extranormal sciences, he hypothesized he could take an animal and “uplift” it into a bipedal shape, and with some small modifications to the subject’s brain, intelligence and sentience would follow.

His Majesty’s Esoteric Services, Britain’s normalcy preservation agency, followed him closely for several months. The doctor caught on and moved quickly, purchasing an island in the South Pacific whose location is still a bit of a mystery. He fled to it and seemingly never left.

We don’t know much about what happened after that. By happenstance a sailor with HMES connections shipwrecked on the island and escaped, but he was the only one who’s seen it. His reports are…pretty harrowing. The doctor’s techniques did in fact “work” after a fashion, but it was not pretty. We assume that Moreau is dead, and given that sightings of Moreauvians still occur, either his creations are continuing his work or have a stable population and society.

HMES, several years later, commissioned an author to fictonalize the events now that Moreau was out of their reach. They did this a lot back then, reasoning that fictionalizing extranormal events would cause the population to disregard rumors as ‘just a book they read’. The jury is still out on if that works long term.

Also, it goes without saying that attempting to replicate his work is very, very illegal.

[lunarlivs]

golden trio + draco (mostly just ron and draco bc i’m obsessed with them) thoughts from a few days back :)

-ron loves movies, especially old action movies, he watches them on a VHS player his dad bought him

- draco is really into (muggle) science ficton and thriller books, and he always has one on him

- the also knits a lot

- ron has a shitty car he loves dearly and keeps fixing

- it makes weird noices and is held together by mostly cloth tape, hermione won’t let rose travel in there

- draco never calls ron by ron, usually he’s ronald or weasley, but when draco’s drunk he’s ronald bilius

-harry makes a lot of art, he especially loves colouring books, draco saves every single piece he makes

- draco and harry adopt a cat who HATES harry, so all his socks are broken bc the cat (mr baby) keeps scratching him as he walks by

- draco and the cat are best friends

- they have matching jumpers for every holiday and draco has multiple photo albums full of pictures of him

- he leeps on his chest and hisses if harry comes too close

- ron calls hermione mi -> my mi -> my mi love

- ron went to therapy and now he constantly tells harry that he loves him and how special of a friend he is. harry pretends to be annoyed but secretly (not a secret) he loves it

- draco cried the first time hermione hugged him

- draco once accidentally dyed his hair dark brown and harry fucking adored it (for a moment)

- harry calls draco goldie locks

- when drco is cross with harry he calls him ”potter but harry just replies with ”potter” (bc they’re marrieddd) and draco smiles each time and can’t really stay angry anymore