#they have wormholes and can project their image

[statisticalcats2]

These posts are actually hilarious even to me because the reason my mind is so busy right now is because I'm feeling obsessed over the absolutely feral creechurs the aliens/inter-dimensional beings/whatever are in the movie I'm watching

[911coded]

Chapter 6: Don’t Dream It’s Over

The silence stretched uncomfortably and Tommy couldn’t think with enough clarity to even know what to say, what to do. What was even happening here? He could feel himself spiraling into panic again as his eyes watered.

John crouched and leaned over, “Hey, Tommy?” he whispered.

Tommy blinked, sighed, and turned his head to look at John from where he was now fully extended in the recliner from hell, “Yeah, John?”

“We can fly spaceships. With our minds,” he whispered with an encouraging grin.

Wide-eyed, Tommy turned his head back to the rocky ceiling, blinked, and suddenly it’s as if his body and mind clicked back together. “Cool,” he breathed.

“Would you like to see the ships that you will be able to pilot, Thomas?” The voice was gentle, hesitant, and seemed to be coming from the chair but also through Tommy’s mind, the same voice that he had struggled to understand while flying earlier.

Tommy glanced at John out of the corner of his eye for directions, but he seemed to be just as flummoxed as Tommy was at the conversation, so he decided to play along again, “Um, sure?” 

“Our sister ship, Atlantis, lost her fighters to the great war, but she has several small gateships that Primus Filius seems to enjoy.” An image of the base of a great steel city floating on an endless ocean was projected in the air above his reclined body and he and John watched as a tube shaped ship with wings darted into frame and seemed to skim along the water before rising to fly to the city glittering on the dark sea.

*******************

The check-in process was fairly painless with Lorne at his side, though the guards gave him quite the look when they asked if he had any weapons. 

”Swords, Buck?” Lorne chuckled, “I feel like every time I see you, you have a new surprise for me.”

“Eh, I got the impression that I would have to come up with things to do in my down time and I’m hoping to find someone to practice with, it’s been a while,” Buck said with a shrug. *

Once they made it past the security checkpoint, they went through a massive blast door and entered the mountain proper. Around a corner and through one more blast door, they passed the last checkpoint at the elevators, then Buck and Lorne began their descent deep underground to one of the most secure places in the world.

“Did you know that this facility was built in 1967 in response to the Cold War, in order to have a secure place to track long range Soviet bombers? It was designed to withstand a 30-megaton nuclear blast from as close as 1.24 miles away. Those blast doors take 45 seconds to open or close and though they are tested every day, they have only really been closed once, on 9/11.”

“No, somehow, I missed that in the transfer onboarding information,” Lorne snorted.

“Mmhmm, and it originally housed the NORAD Combat Operations Center. When NORAD moved to Peterson Air Force Base in 2008, Cheyenne Mountain was considered to be on “warm standby” and is supposed to be manned by a skeleton crew of military scientists that study “deep space radar telemetry,” Buck continued.

“I think I can actually hear the finger quotes you are using there, Buck, what are you getting at?” Lorne asked.

Buck snuck a look at Lorne out of the corner of his eye, “Wikipedia says there is a broom closet labeled “Starportal Command” from the tv show “Wormhole X-Treme!”. I may have made a bet with my friend Karen when we were wine drunk that it was the only true part of the article. You gotta help me out, here, I need to be right, Lorne, she’s too smart, it’s impossible to argue effectively with that woman. Honestly!” Buck exclaimed.

Lorne stared at Buck blankly for a full ten seconds before he lost it, leaned a hand against the elevator wall and laughed until he cried.

The elevator doors open to a tall blond woman with a smile on her face. The smile turned to a frown as she caught sight of Lorne trying and failing to get himself back together. Buck flashed her an innocent smile and leaned out of the elevator car, holding the door open, his hand out for a handshake. 

“Hey, I’m Evan Buckley, most people call me Buck,” Buck declared. The woman slowly reached out a hand, but paused while she stared at Lorne with her eyebrows practically in her hairline. 

“Is he going to be ok?” she asked, starting to look concerned, “Lorne?” 

Buck bobbed his head in a nod, “Oh, he’s fine, no idea what that’s about. Maybe he has a condition?”

Lorne manages to stand up long enough to punch Buck in the shoulder, “A condition?! You asshole! I’ve missed you, emails really aren’t enough to get the full effect.” Lorne groans, shoving him out of the elevator and directly into the intended handshake. “This is General Samantha Carter, head of Homeworld Security. She oversees this facility and our remote base from D.C., while making sure we continue to get the funds and people we need to run the program. She’s going to take you to sign the biggest NDA you will ever see, then to a conference room where you can meet everyone else.”

The General shook her head with a roll of her eyes like their nonsense was just the latest of her day. “Come with me, Buck, and we’ll get you sorted. You can call me Sam when I’m not giving you orders,” she said with a wink. Buck followed with a pout and Lorne stepped back into the elevator with Buck’s bags and a wave of his fingers.

Lorne wasn’t kidding about the NDA, Buck was rubbing his aching wrists as they traveled again lower and lower in the elevator. With a ding on sublevel 27, he followed Sam down a hallway that looked no different than the one several levels above them. 

“How do you keep from getting lost in here? I feel like I’ve been down the same hallway three times now,” Buck questioned.

“You get used to it, but the first few weeks are definitely a struggle,” Sam replied. “Ah, here we are!” With a perfunctory knock, she opened the door to what looked like a conference room. He could see Dave and Lorne whispering, heads together on one side of the impressive table, but had to guess at who the other man across from them could be. 

“Buck, you know Parrish and Lorne, of course, the other gentleman sitting there is General Cameron Mitchell,” Sam explains. “I don’t know where the others wandered off to, I guess I’ll do the explaining this time,” Sam gestured for Buck to take a seat and sat down at the head of the table. “The main reason you were asked to come here today is because of an incident during your time in Peru with Parrish and Lorne. Lorne was carrying a piece of technology that has a mental component and he believed that the technology was trying to make a connection to you. Lorne?” Sam gestured at Lorne. He stood up and reached into a pocket.

“Oh hey, that’s what it was! Is that one yours?” Buck interrupted with a giant grin, pointing to the LSD (Life Signs Detector) that Lorne had just removed from his pocket and made to hand to him.

“What?”

“What?!”

“The fuck?”

Buck startled and looked around the room, eyes wide, as multiple people shouted at once. He rolled his shoulders forward, ducked his head, and shrugged. “It sounds the same. Are there more?” Buck quickly forgot that he was uncomfortable and the questions continued almost faster than they could keep up, practically vibrating in his seat.  “Do they all feel the same? What is it? Is it an alien intelligence of some kind? How can I hear it? How does it work? This been bugging me for like 10 years now,” Buck wheezed out the last of his oxygen and before he could take in another breath to ask another question, Sam interrupted.

“How did you recognise what Lorne was going to hand to you?” 

Buck’s face blushed scarlet and he shifted about in his chair, “Uh, well, as you know, I met Dave and Lorne in Peru about ten years ago and every time Lorne got within three feet of me, I could sort of hear someone that wanted to be picked up, but there was nothing there. I didn’t want to look like a crazy person, so I tried to look around without making it obvious. Then I realized if I stayed in the same place, but Lorne moved, I stopped hearing it. Then, when I didn’t respond, it kept trying to give me instructions on pickpocketing. For all I knew, it was some weird rock you picked up on your trip or was some new technology that was heavily classified and I didn’t have any idea how to ‘talk’ back to it without doing it out loud, so I figured it would be one of those mysteries you never solve, the ones you ponder at 3AM when you can’t sleep, you know?”

“What do you mean by sounds the same?” she prodded, leaning forward across the table, the scientist in her now coming out to play. Buck leaned back in his chair and visually paused, trying to figure out how to answer.

“It has the same ‘voice’ for lack of a better word. Um, I, uh, don’t ‘hear’ it as words. More like…” he faltered a bit and Lorne cut in, “Emotions? Kind of projected at you?” Buck’s head tilted like a dog or bird mentally looking at something from another direction. He opened his mouth, closed it, then tried again. “Emotion is probably the closest way to describe it, but also pictures?” 

“Wait. Wait, wait, it was sending you instructions visually on how to pickpocket?!” Carter exclaimed. “Neither you nor Sheppard ever mentioned visual feedback!” Carter accused, pointing at Lorne on the other side of the conference room. Lorne stood back up from leaning against the wall with his hands held up in surrender. “Other than the visuals on the screen, I never got anything from it other than a vague yes, no, excitement, or disappointment. Sheppard’s gene has always been stronger than mine but you know how cagy he gets when emotions come into play,” he said, with a smirk.

All eyes in the room are now on Buck and he struggled to explain the unexplainable. “You know when you are speaking to someone and you can hear what they are saying, but you are also picking up facial expressions, body language, and tone of voice to get the whole picture? Now imagine it is someone you know really well and you are talking to them on the phone. Even though you can’t see them with your eyes, your brain picks up what they would be doing anyway from the words and tone because your brain is filling in the gaps intuitively. That’s what I’m getting from the device. My brain is getting information that I can’t SEE, but is filling in the gaps so that I have the whole picture as if I were seeing it,” Buck said, looking around the room to see slack jaws and blank expressions.

Mitchell broke the silence. “Holy shit. Great job, kid, I almost understood that,” he said, chuckling quietly. 

Sam looked like she was trying to stare a hole through Lorne’s head. He shrugged. “That’s more than I get. They respond to my thoughts, but I don’t get much feedback at all,” he explained.

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Tommy took a deep calming breath, “You said your sister ship, are you sisters with Atlantis? And what does Primus Filius mean?” Tommy asked, prodding the genderless voice along.

“At one time, we were many sisters, but though I can no longer fly, Atlantis and I are the only city ships left. Though we may not be sisters the way the first ones and you humans consider sisters, we have always thought of ourselves as such. Primus Filius is from the first ones’ language, it means first son. He woke us up and gave us life again, such as it is.” 

“Who did?”

“Why John, of course. John will not live for all time, unfortunately. And he does not enjoy talking to anyone who is not his Condictor(fixer). We need more sons and daughters, Thomas, but John has not given us any and your Stargate people are too secretive. They impede the process. I am afraid that we have been influenced by our hospites(guests). We grew impatient at the delay, and decided we would have to look for new sons and daughters ourselves.” There was an electronic humming sound before they continued to explain, “The endeavor has been difficult. Most that could hear us are too far away and those that are close often refuse to listen. Thank you for answering, Thomas. Will you and your amantis(lover) finally come home?” 

An image of Evan as he remembers him, smiling brightly in delight hovered over Tommy’s head and he finally accepted that Evan may be right about the universe speaking. In that moment, staring at Evan’s beautiful face projected above him, he realized that he was done running. He sat up and mentally asked the chair to let go. He felt a caress of pride from the voice and shakily stood up, John’s hand coming to his elbow to steady him. With his eyes closed, he took a deep breath, and on a count of five, he opened his eyes and turned to John.

“Tell me everything.” **

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“So, what does it do when it’s not trying to arrange its own kidnapping?” Buck asked. Lorne strolled over and placed the device on the table in front of him. He looked it over. The screen was blank and it was about the size of the old school Game Boy color he had as a kid. As soon as he picked it up, though, the screen flashed madly and changed functions faster than he could blink. “Whoa! Hey, slow down!” Buck whisper-shouted at the little device. He was getting an impression of giddy, but the device did what he asked and then started to show him each screen and “explain” what it did. While he was absorbing information as fast as he could, the rest of the room was completely silent, and after a couple of minutes the feel of multiple eyes on him started to sneak through the hyperfocus. Buck blinked a couple of times and looked up while his little friend pouted but stopped sending a signal until he could concentrate again. 

Parrish waved a bit in Buck’s direction, “You back with us?” he asked.

“Yeah, sorry. It’s very excited to see me again,” Buck replied sheepishly.

Buck took a long look around the conference table at each of the faces watching him, “So, ok. Hit me with it. It’s aliens, right? Makes more sense than sentient rocks, anyway.” Dave let out a snort of laughter and held a hand out to Cam, who rolled his eyes and passed over some cash.

“Carter?”

“Right! Yes, well, the little device you are holding, Buck, is a bit of what is essentially advanced, alien technology. What allows you to connect and “talk” with it, is a gene that was passed down through the generations by one of your ancestors. The aliens, that we used to refer to as ‘The Ancients’ and now know to be Alteran, left behind bits and bobs of their creations all over the galaxy. We believe they engineered the gene to put a sort of “lock” on their tech so it couldn’t be used against them. They added the gene lock into just about everything. Any personal or professional device, even their ships and cities were built around using the gene to interact with technology. There are only two ways to tell if a person has the genetic history to operate this technology. We can run a blood test, or we can…,” her voice trails off while gesturing at Buck.

“Hand some unsuspecting person a random piece of technology that wants to talk to them?” Buck asked.

“Yeah, basically. I’m afraid that’s what Jack did to your friend Tommy,” she replied, sheepishly.

Buck winced, “Ah, yeah. I’m sure that went over like a lead balloon.” 

Sam cleared her throat, “Mr. Buckley, we brought you here today because we would like to tell you about the Stargate Program and convince you to join us.”

Notes:

*If my ex-boyfriend and I could find a Japanese trained kenjutsu master in St. Louis to learn from, so can Buck. This was more than 20 years ago, so I only remember enough to look up what I am picturing in my head. My participation wasn’t serious on my part, it was just for fun. The ex-boyfriend and his friends got good enough to compete after we broke up so my handful of lessons with a bokken is all I have to show for it. (Honestly, my favorite part was the flick to the side to shake off blood before sheathing your sword. Dramatic movie stuff, very fun!) The swords may come back in another chapter or may pop up in a one-shot, but the swords are NECESSARY.

**I used google translate and Latin to stand in for the names the outpost uses to refer to their chosen people. According to Stargate lore, latin, as we know it, comes from the Alteran language.

The gifs that I had in my brain that are projected in the air above Tommy:

Tags for those who asked: @eliotwaughdeservesbetter @anangrylittlehobbit @grimmsdead

[ineffable-detective-agency]

Good Omens' alien parking ticket - translated!

Curious about the “Alien Parking Ticket”? (Or only hearing about it for the first time?) You’ve come to the right place!

A little background first: there were 690 tickets originally released with the Ineffable and Celestial Editions of the Illustrated Good Omens as part of the “Folio of Ephemera” in 2019. 

One more was a prize in a 2021 giveaway, where it was identified as an “alien parking ticket” - https://discworld.com/seven-day-instagram-giveaway/.

More were available with the campaign for the graphic novel, though they are now sold out, https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/dunmanifestin/good-omens/posts/4080374. 

What does it actually look like? This is the front and back of a ticket from an Ineffable Edition, image credit to Reddit user lywinis.

The front looks a bit fuzzy because it’s done with lenticular printing (the image appears to move as you tilt it, like this:)

Interestingly, the photo on Kickstarter showed a very slightly different version of the front of the ticket, image credit to Discord user jennythepenny13. It’s still being called an alien parking ticket, and now we know it was issued to Newt by the aliens in the flying saucer.

So what does it say? Spoilers ahead!

Each symbol can be matched one-to-one to the Latin alphabet, or to a digit. After converting, it reads (with a few misspellings):

Most of the digits don’t have enough information to match them up – only 2 and 4 can be inferred from the source material.

The Kickstarter version changes “rotations of your planet” to “temporal units” for unknown reasons.

So it’s not really a parking ticket – it doesn’t even mention parking. But it is a violation ticket issued to humankind for excessive carbon dioxide emissions, high levels of atmospheric hydrocarbons, harnessing artificial wormholes without the proper permits, and insufficient planetary albedo for long-term climate stability. I guess we’ve got work to do!

[fermented-writers-block]

Simulation Assessment Model​

Randomized Orb Value: G2Z4E11​

Projection Test Type: C​

History Proposal:​

On the train, denizens take many forms. Dogs, rock people, paper cranes, giant pig babies, and more. Although all of them are artificial beings projected through orbs on a perpetual train, it is an unfortunate fact that denizens only live a "normal lifespan" for whatever they are created as. Corgis have an average lifespan of 14 years, and that is about as long as Atticus will live for example.

The Cat, however, is an outlier.

Well over a hundred and fifty years old - in human years, not cat years - her unusual longevity shows no signs of stopping anytime soon. While no official statements nor more episodes have been made to help shed light on the mystery, I would like to preface my theory with a bit of context:

One of the oldest traditions in software is what is known as a "Hello, World!" program. In total, this program instructs a computer to display a message similar to the titular "Hello, World!" Simple and succinct, it is one of if not the first program students of new programming languages learn how to code. And with its simplicity, "Hello, World!" can be used to ensure the code compilation software has been installed properly and that the operator is using it correctly.

Similarly famous and historic is the "Utah teapot." Coming from the world of 3D modeling and computer graphics, it possess features familiar to many simple teapots: a spout, a handle, and a curvy shape. Lacking a need for surface textures, capable of casting shadows on itself, and possessing a decently complex yet easy to make model, it has been regarded a "perfect self contained object to test the creation of three-dimensional images." Even with today's advanced technology, it is still regarded as an effective standard reference model for beginners and experimenters alike.

Moving into the burgeoning field of 3D printing, one can find "Benchy," as well as its upcoming replacement "Boaty." Respectively a boat and a bench, these two unofficial models have been growing in popularity over the years, often finding themselves among many people's first prints. Either on a newly set up 3D printer, or with a new 3D printing material one hasn't used before. Whether through measuring a Benchy/Boaty's dimensional accuracy, checking its surface quality, and observing other attributes like overhangs (or the lack thereof), they are shaping up to become the next "Hello, World!" and Utah teapot.

In other words, the latest in a line of near ubiquitous benchmark tests for assessing the performance of a system upon first use.

With that established, picture a staircase where each step is a level of technology. From mere software to virtual models to physical printed objects, a few more steps is all it takes to climb aboard the Train. Memory tapes that hold an immersive snapshot of a person's mindscape. Wormholes that can disintegrate and reassemble people across time and space. An unknown level of influence over an entire parallel reality of reflections with all its existentially terrifying implications.

Orb-generated pocket dimension environments and so many intelligent and thinking people as denizens.

Maybe the reason the Cat doesn't have a normal lifespan like other denizens is because she isn't a 'proper' denizen in the first place. After all, the aforementioned benchmark tests lack the extra bells and features the systems they evaluate are capable of making when pushed. The original Utah teapot model didn't even have a base. So it's not hard to imagine the train's denizen creation system might have forgone extraneous programming like an artificial 'normal lifespan' limitation while performing startup checks, way back when the train first came online.

Thus, my proposal is that the Cat had started out as a benchmark projection for non-lifespan-related test requirements. Maybe her template just lacks the "normal lifespan" programming, and/or the "normal lifespan" programming was tested with a different, unfortunate benchmark projection. Either way, she served her vital system evaluation purpose and then got set aside as a no-longer critical part of the train. From that rock bottom, she could only go up from there. With a life as long as hers and having seen as much of the train as she has, there's so many potential answers for how she eventually transformed into the French con artist kitty we know today.

Like, for example, her collecting of many 'things.' It may seem like that's simply the norm she’s settled into by the present, but Simon's comment about how "she's collecting again" suggests it is actually her slipping into a bad old habit. As though rampant collecting is a coping mechanism for something. While the guilt from leaving Simon behind would easily explain such regression in behavior, therein lies the question of where said behavior came from in the first place. 

If you ask me, I cannot help but look at the train of thought that started this all: Samantha lacking the programmed lifespan denizens have due to being a test object. Aka an immortal amongst denizens who will one day die, passengers who either die on the train or eventually disembark, and even car environments that are affected by time in ways she isn't.

Certainly makes one think about her having once gotten close enough with Simon for her to tell him to call her "Samantha," but now emphasizes to everyone she meets to merely know her as "THE Cat"...

[circinuus-oc]

𝟎𝟏𝟎𝟏𝟎𝟏 | 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢

➸ codex: synthetic sweetheart; on the run android! oc x reader

➸ prompts: "you're not upset that our alternate universe selves aren't together?"

"You're not upset that our alternate universe selves aren't together?"

Koji doesn't answer outright. The ventilator hums lowly as he tinkers with the obsolete toaster on the kitchen counter.

"It's a hypothetical parallel world."

"So.. you don't care at all?"

He doesn't look up. The rusted cord storage falls off with the screws. "Being together in every universe, that's..."

"—inevitable!"

"—wistful."

You make a face.

Koji has never used abstract, sentimental words. This encounter is about as rare as coming across a functioning vintage tech in a landfill. The floor is cold against your feet when you jump down from the counter, peeking the sad toaster from his shoulder.

"So you do want us to be together in every universe?"

"It's not something that can be proven with what lacking data we have about wormholes." He doesn't deny it. The toaster parts are now neatly lined, ready for serious rust scrubbing. He turns to you at last, cybernetic irises flickering.

"This," he doesn't gesture with his hands; he knows you know, "—was, is a miracle. I won't ask for more."

"Oh, sweetheart."

He doesn't stop you when your arms loop around his neck. Koji was a creature hardwired for violence and swift endings; a confused, fearful weapon in the grasp of gentle hands. He's lost you once, twice, a few happenings far too many. His head tilts down while you tiptoe, keeping visual sensors in direct orbit to your eyes.

"Yes. Sweetheart."

You preen. "Did you pick up my theatrics for sappy words?"

"It's your specialty. I don't see any reason to compete."

A string of laugh rings like a gentle wind. He captures and memorizes everything from the way he drinks in your vision. A marvel, a blessing. Healthy and unmarred in his arms and for once not in a threat of a remote deactivation or a missing bio-machine spare part too obsolete to find replacements of.

"You know, it might've really been a miracle." Your hands are soft against his cheeks." But that doesn't make you any less deserving of me. Of us."

"I know." He does know. You say that everyday. "Thank you." he supplies.

"For what?"

"For everything."

Being in Koji's hold feels like curling in a weighted blanket with an automatic temperature regulator. His hands are tentative against your lower back, so you shove yourself forward and meet his hug full on. He hold reciprocates.

"Thank you too then," you breathe against his shoulder. "For shoving me to that emergency pod before the plane fell. For letting me tail behind you. For putting up with every bad synthetics joke. For letting me stay and for staying too."

His chuckle is something warm and low. You regret how you're not in time to pull back and get a glimpse of the curl of his mouth.

It's still there.

Soft and indulgent, tender in a way it encourages blissful sodium chloride tears solvent or a giddy smile. Rapt like a man staring at the ghost of his dead wife who he has never truly lost. You return it with a blooming heart. This is home.

"Paging my husband! Is he there?" You tap his nose with your thumb, still cupping his face. "I'm here, you see? Real and in no way a holo-projected image."

"I know."

"Mm. You say that a lot. Do you really?"

Koji hums, leaning down to tap his forehead against yours.

"Maybe you need a reminder." Your words are giddy smiles and breathy giggles. Koji says. He always does.

The sky is grey and the sun is cold outside the safehouse. But he is warm and so is his breath mingling with yours. You hover for a kiss; his exhale stutters, both of you are too content to peel away from each other.

For a stolen moment from the universe, something so small is worth more than any fancy lootables from the nearest black zones around New Terra.

Something bumps against your feet. It whirrs and beeps until you regretfully pull back from your husband. Koji exhales the breath he's been holding, torn in between chasing back the proximity and letting his system cool.

The culprit—or savior? beeps in the name of attention deficiency. Your Roomba dog finally clicks in glee when you pick it up. Still with the old school sleek metal and round model in all of its glory.

"Aw, look, our son misses us. Who's a good boy?"

Koji shakes his head. "It's a cleaning appliance."

"Our son! You know you love him."

Roomba makes another round of whirring noises. It's sensors blinking with intermittent lights. Koji sighs in both fondness and exasperation. The vacuum cleaner—your son beeps when his hand pats the flat surface of its top cover.

You and him might not be together in an alternate universe. But in this one, you, him, and your Roomba vacuum cleaner are one warm family in a cold world of steel and sinew.

[luxudus]

An art piece i made about 2 months ago but never got around to posting it. This was the final project for my school's art class in which we had to make a triptych

    In a distant galaxy that glows a faint turquoise lies a remarkable world named Iia’Oo-uo. A tropical water world larger than Earth orbiting three suns. It is home to a menagerie of strange alien forms. The line between Plant and animal life is often very blurred. Photosynthetic life comes in shades of red, purple, yellow, and pink. Colonial organisms flourish everywhere. And radial symmetry is far more common on Iia’Oo-uo than on Earth. One such group consists of Arthropod-like organisms with eight limbs for locomotion and respiration, two antennae, six eyes, and six oral tendrils akin to the Portuguese man of war.

    One such species from that phylum has made a remarkable adaptation. One that changed the course of history forever, Sapience. Referring to their people as the Uueia-Ouoo-Oo, They are a species of four-foot-long Arthropod-like predators that take on a mix of niches. But are most known for filling a role not too similar to Dolphins.

    Their oral tendrils have become strong and more flexible. Aiding in catching prey and crafting tools akin to the tentacles of an octopus. They take on a vibrant shade of magenta to identify each other in the open water. And unlike most of the other alien arthropods of their world. The Uueia-Ouoo-Oo rarely use their front six limbs, only using them to hook onto the seafloor. They mostly use their rear limbs as a set of fins for swimming.

    The Uueia-Ouoo-Oo are very agile swimmers. They are capable of changing between 3 different methods of aquatic locomotion. When relaxing the muscles in their entire body, they can perform Anguilliform swimming akin to eels. By stiffening muscles in the front half of their body, they can switch to a mix of Subcarangiform or Carangiform swimming akin to Trout. By tightening the muscles in their entire body, they can even switch to Median-paired fin swimming, akin to many fish native to coral reefs.

    Yet despite their alien appearance, they think and act like us. They enjoy art and music and feel empathy for one another. With the lack of predators, their love and curiosity far outweighs their fear. The Uueia-Ouoo-Oo may not be human, but they capture what it means to be human.

    The biggest challenge with starting a civilization underwater is the impossibility of fire and metallurgy. Where most intelligent species either stagnate or die out. The Uueia-Ouoo-Oo prevail through selective breeding and genetic engineering. Throughout their history, they have learned to modify the life around them into tools and technology.

    Coral analogs are grown into vast cities. Color-changing invertebrates bred into handheld screens. And Radio communicating hives of small alien cnidarians become the backbone of the Uueia-Ouoo-Oo Internet. Life and its protection and mastery is a focal point of Uueia-Ouoo-Oo culture. Within 20 thousand years, they reshaped their entire planet in their image and created a paradise. But this is just the beginning.

    Once they conquered their world, their eyes turned skyward to explore the heavens. It took over millennia to find out how to do it. Nonetheless, the Uueia-Ouoo-Oo still prevailed. They came to the idea of growing vacuum-sealed organisms capable of photosynthesis and omnidirectional jet propulsion. Chromatophores cover the interior, changing color to match what this bioship sees. Along with a tendril connected to its nervous system, allowing the pilot to insert the tendril into their head, effectively becoming one with the ship.

    Lastly, they somehow learned how to create artificial wormholes, allowing the bioship to teleport anywhere in the universe. They explored the heavens with an unmatched fervor. Surveying millions of galaxies, every star within those galaxies, and every planet around those stars. All the while, they expanded at a similar pace, reshaping dead worlds into ocean worlds as beautiful as their homeworld and protecting the worlds that evolved their own alien ecosystems.

    One day, during a galaxy-wide survey, they found a unique world amongst an 8-planet star system. Like millions of other worlds, this planet had life. But it had something else. One species in this world became sapient and developed a planet-wide civilization. The Uueia-Ouoo-Oo had never seen this before, and they were eager at this discovery.

    Here 3 Uueia-Ouoo-Oo celebrate the discovery before their expeditionary fleet heads through the wormhole. Ready to venture to this world the natives call Earth.

[somedaynotsoon]

Super-Small Stardust Saga, Prologue

Hey there! You're reading an archived, imperfect version of a post originally from my Cohost!! Rest in peace to the best website. This version of the story will be missing some essential formatting aspects. Otherwise, I'll do my best to archive everything textwise and image-wise. Anyway, the text originally read:

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I'm hosting chapters on this second page so as to avoid clogging up my main page with chapters AND allow folks to follow specifically the CYOA if they're so inclined!

This will be a unique Interactive fiction project in my micro-oriented sci-fi kink setting, the Punyverse! I'm going to be hosting it here on Cohost, and taking advantage of css and Cohost's unique page layout in order to try and create something that I couldn't really fit on other sites like Twitter or Tumblr or what have you.

Most importantly, while I'm certainly planning to be writing most of it myself, I'm going to leave "unwritten" paths and branches down the Choose-Your-Own-Adventure path as "open" slots, so that collaborators can contribute in a way similar to Writing.com Interactives (though obviously with a stronger grip on quality control than WDC!) I encourage folks to reach out and DM me in the future if you're interested. You can reach me on Twitter, Discord, and Tumblr.

Before we start, be aware that while this prologue is tame, future chapters can and will contain kink/fetish content, including but not limited to macro/micro, nano/giga, furry, anthro, non-anthro (quadrupedal, serpentine, etc), genitals/sexual content, situations of ambiguous consent, feet/paws, butt, vore, dom/sub, humiliation, boobs, peril/destruction, and more.

As with all stories of mine involving non-human characters, all parties pass the Harkness test, being of human-level intelligence, 18+ or equivalent sexual & mental maturity for their species, and involving themselves of their own free will.

This first part is simple scene-setting. As always, if you notice a formatting error, typo, or other problem, please let me know!

Hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading!

Year 2212. Also known as Collective Calendar 3-42-15-8999.

With the Earth giving out in terms of resources, humanity decided to leave its nest into the wider universe. That’s the simple version of that bit of history. The fleet, carrying just over 9 billion people, made quick tracks out of the solar system. Once past the Kuiper Belt, the ESS Bifrost activated the wormhole gate, and humanity entered, to be taken faster than light to the next place they would call home.

In retrospect, they could probably have remained on Earth a few more decades to test wormholes with some extra rigor.

Humanity emerged on the opposite side of their galactic neighborhood with no viable route back, no idea where they were, and, of course, lest any of us forget: pulled through a pocket of spatial compression that effectively reduced the size of their entire fleet and everyone in it to 1/12000th scale. Humans that were once 5 foot 11 inches were now 5 thou and 11 subthou tall, .15mm tall. Paltry. Microscopic. Blissfully Ignorant of just how small and in need they all now were. The fleet would rapidly have depleted all of its power and resources in no time at all, had it not immediately been intercepted by the Interstellar Collective.

Integration was tough those first few years.1 But eventually, humanity was able to carve out some small – very small – niche within the pangalactic community. And despite all the new difficulties of this new frontier, at this new size, humanity climbs ever further.

That’s where You come in. You’ve spent the last several years achieving the credentials necessary to become a ship captain. It wasn’t easy – especially making boot camp at the size of a fleck. Even getting approval to pursue a spot aboard Academy Station took a few favors. But today, at last, is the day you graduate and become one of only four or six-ish human captains of a multi-member vessel to exist!

Your itinerary for today is quite simple. First, you need to meet with Academy Station’s Director, to complete the final steps of ceremony and receive your badge (very important!). Second, a Lieutenant-Captain whose name eludes you (temporarily!) wanted to meet to requisition your leadership aboard a cruiser. Third, you would then have to go down to the Large Vessels Lot and introduce yourself to the crew and vessel, and then presumably tomorrow morning you would leave on that vessel for a grand adventure through the galaxy.

You look over your graduation documentation once more to verify that everything is in order. At the top is your basic personal information. It reads…

Option 1: Fem Captain At the top, in neat print, the document reads:

Name: Justine Sieva Skylor Species: Human (Sellan) Dimorphism: Female DOB: 3-38-04-9001. (1/29/2217) Mass: 0.2 micrograms* (See Addendum) Height: .144mm* (See Addendum)

Followed by copies of that same information in a few other formats. Near the bottom of the page are a few addendums and notes explaining the conditions of humanity's size issues.

Since this information is accurate, you decide to head off to go visit the Director and get yourself recognized! Yup, this is me! {To Prologue Part 2.}

At the top, in neat print, the document reads:

Name: Septem Vel Septendecim Lis (Preferred Name: Sep) Species: Viable Hybrid (Human / Soldrakanoid) Dimorphism: Male DOB: 3-38-04-9001. (1/29/2217) Mass: 0.24 micrograms* (See Addendum) Height: .150mm* (See Addendum)

Followed by copies of that same information in a few other formats. Near the bottom of the page are a few addendums and notes explaining the conditions of humanity's size issues.

...Yup, looks correct, you think. You decide to head off to go visit the Director and get yourself your badge.

{Note: This chapter wasn't written/complete yet at time of Cohost's shutdown}

Footnotes

Joining the Collective was easy enough – their extraterrestrial neighbors were more than happy to offer humans shelter and assistance. A lot more than happy, to put it gently. Aliens meeting each other in groups tend to experience a wave of social and emotional euphoria – that is to say, aliens naturally develop crushes on other species at first sight. And humanity, as the smallest species in space and the newest member of the Collective, was quite a hot topic for months. Many, many species met humanity during that initial acclimation to the cosmic lifestyle – and almost as many saw humanity as playmates, toys, objects of affection, pets... and so on. To this day, the wormhole research project that is the primary lead on possibly fixing humanity’s size drags at a snail’s pace due to just how much the other species assisting the project ‘love’ their human coworkers. To say nothing of the Collective’s nickname for humanity – the Sellans – or the numerous “research projects” with massive embarrassment for mankind as primary consequence. Many new prospective city-type colonies have been relocated to humiliating circumstances in the care of relative giants.

[basiliskfree]

Can you tell me what the hell a Lamp is? From what I've seen, they are some sort of alien, but I also haven't seen all the posts about them and I really do not know... anything about them? If you could please explain in one post what they are, I'd be nice. Thank you.

Sure (as I been meaning to, and happen to finally have free time) though as their like...A whole culture and species that I'm still active build this is the cliff notes version.

Lamps are in fact Aliens, one of the four Sentient species in my current novel project Pilotlight. They have main models Units, the small individual Hexapods. Ships large spaceships that Units live it and Waypoints Giant Dyson Rings that produces both Ships and units. (see below)

they are carbon based, with copper blood running there Organic systems though at their core they a silicon brain that Supports their A.I system. Think a Computer using that uses biological systems as it's movement and live support systems. They are Deaf by human standards, Speaking mostly in light both visual and radio.

They where original design to map the universe and build stable wormholes for their creators. Who disappear well over a million years ago, and the lamps only have some corrupted files about. Along with their sister species the ambassadors (who I'm reworking) they still carry out the programing even if it's pointless. Spectrum Lamps have a lot of options about this though and have been finding their own path. They are one of the two groups of lamps (also nine times out of ten when I say Lamps it's this group)

Oldest of the two is The hivemind with is the original system that was left by the Creators that's just doing it's job. The Hivemind should be thought of more as something like an ant hill where none of it's members are really Sentient but perform complex tasks. it's build vast wormholes networks and is made up of billions of ships.

The smaller group is the Spectrum lamps which are individual lamps that became self aware and have left the hivemind, About 5 000 ago before the start of the story enough of this lamps left the hivemind to start their own society. So if I'm every taking about Cultural Stuff with the lamps it's this group. below is an image of a unit from each group.

Both Groups have a Ship and Unit Setup where you have a large Ship then they with have units connected to that's ships network, how this system works is a bit different in each group. As one more of just a server and the other is a more complex family structure. Spectrum Lamps don't have any waypoints within there System so it's unknown how that would work.

Lamp ship are the fastest in known Space, both in there STL speeds and their Jumping systems allowing FTL space travel.

[iviarellereads]

A Wrinkle In Time, Chapter 5 - The Tesseract

(THIS PROJECT IS SPOILER FREE! No spoilers past the chapter you click on. Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For the link index for the Time Quintet, read this one! Like what you see? Send me a Ko-Fi.)

In which we start getting answers.

Mrs Which says that Mr. Murry is on the other side of the darkness. Meg starts crying, loudly. Mrs Whatsit comforts her, saying they wouldn't have come this far if there was no hope. He needs help and courage, and his children may spur him to do what he can't alone. Mrs Which wants to get underway to get behind the shadow as well, but Mrs Whatsit assures them they'll be tessering in stages. But, when she asks if they understand, Meg says no.

Mrs Whatsit and Charles try a few different methods to try to explain. First is how a modern reader has likely encountered wormhole theory,(1) like folding a piece of paper to pass directly from one to the other instead of crossing the whole paper. Then, Charles Wallace says Mrs. Murry, when he kept at her while Meg was at school, told him to think about it this way: the single dimension is a line, two dimensions make a square, three make a cube. The fourth we can't really conceptualize but it's broadly considered to be the passage of time. Only, to travel, one must pass through a fifth dimension.

Just for a moment, Meg finally gets it, enough that she's no longer resistant to the process. So, they tesser across another stretch… but they land in a two-dimensional world!(2) They're moved on again before any major damage can be done, but Charles is furious at the mistake until he's sure it was an accident.

They've stopped on a planet in Orion's Belt, where they have a friend and can get a look at Earth. Meg asks when they can go home, and worries about her mother, but Mrs Whatsit assures Meg that they wrinkled time as well as space, so they won't be missing at all.(3)

Calvin remarks that they can't exactly see much of the planet, and Meg finally notices that they're surrounded by thick fog. Mrs Whatsit suggests they walk to where they're going from here, it'll do everyone good. Soon they come to a cave, where Mrs Whatsit says the Happy Medium works, and oh, the children will love her.

Mrs Which comments that Mrs Whatsit is talking so much, even for one so young. Calvin asks her age, and she says she's "2,379,152,497 years, 8 months, and 3 days" old.(4)

They enter the cave, and soon see flickering light. Mrs Whatsit says they asked the Happy Medium to have a bonfire going, to help keep it warm enough for the children. When they finally meet her,(5) Mrs Whatsit asks her to show them Earth. The Happy Medium asks why they should look at something so unpleasant, but Mrs Which tells her there won't be pleasant things to look at if someone doesn't do something about the darkness.

So, the Happy Medium zooms her crystal ball in to view Earth, shrouded in the shadow. Meg asks if it's only come since they left, but no, Mrs Whatsit says it's been there a long time. They all hate it, and when Meg asks what happens next, Mrs Which says, they will continue to fight. This heartens the children, and Mrs Whatsit adds that there are people all over the cosmos helping too, and people throughout human history have been fighting as well. They start naming famous figures, starting of course with Jesus, and especially focusing on white ones.(6)

Meg asks where they're going, and Mrs Which says, to her father, on a planet that's given in to the darkness. Then, the Happy Medium bids the children watch something else, making to change the image in her crystal ball.(7)

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(1) L'Engle surely wasn't the only one to be writing about this stuff, but so many of the concepts that were revolutionary in the 1960s are so commonplace now, as to not necessarily need these explanations at all except for quite young readers. And, I still think it's kind of fun to see wormhole theory right alongside such deep Christianity. (2) Not literally possible in our universe, but nice try. Also, who could have seen this coming after the dimension talk? (3) Do you see what she did there? (4) Certainly, we have no concept of how long aliens might live. (5) Well, Meg has finally found a Happy Medium, though perhaps not the one everyone kept suggesting she look for. (6) Yep, that's children's lit in 1962 for you. (7) Now, that's no place to end a chapter!

[glaxitsoftwareagency]

How AI is Helping Solve the Mysteries of the Universe

The universe has always fascinated humanity, and scientists have spent centuries trying to understand its secrets. With the advancement of technology, artificial intelligence (AI) is now playing a crucial role in exploring the cosmos. AI is helping scientists analyze vast amounts of data, predict cosmic events, and even discover new planets. Without AI, it would be almost impossible to process the immense amount of information collected from space.

AI and Space Exploration

NASA and other space agencies have been using AI to improve their research. In 2025, NASA is expected to launch the Nancy Grace Roman Space Telescope, which will use AI to detect distant exoplanets. AI algorithms will analyze light patterns from stars to identify planets that could potentially support life. In previous years, AI was already being used to process images from the Kepler Space Telescope, leading to the discovery of over 2,600 exoplanets.

AI in Analyzing Space Data

Every day, telescopes and satellites collect terabytes of data. If scientists were to analyze this manually, it would take decades. Fortunately, AI has made it possible to process this data in just a few hours.

AI systems use machine learning to:

Identify celestial objects

Classify galaxies

Predict space weather

Recognize patterns in cosmic radiation

For example, AI has helped astronomers recognize patterns in cosmic radiation, which is essential for understanding the origins of the universe.

AI and Black Holes

One of the biggest mysteries in space is black holes. They are so dense that not even light can escape them. Scientists were able to capture the first-ever image of a black hole in 2019, thanks to AI. The Event Horizon Telescope (EHT) used AI algorithms to process data from multiple observatories around the world. AI also helps simulate black hole behavior, allowing researchers to test different theories about their formation and evolution.

Notable scientists involved in black hole research include:

Albert Einstein – Theorized the existence of black holes through his General Theory of Relativity.

Stephen Hawking – Proposed Hawking Radiation, explaining how black holes emit energy.

Katie Bouman – Developed the algorithm that helped create the first image of a black hole.

AI in Predicting Cosmic Events

Predicting space events, such as asteroid impacts or solar storms, is vital for protecting Earth. AI models analyze historical data to forecast future occurrences. For instance, NASA’s Heliophysics AI Project is studying how solar flares affect Earth’s atmosphere. These predictions help scientists prepare for potential dangers, such as disruptions in satellite communications or power grids.

AI also plays a role in:

Tracking asteroids that might pose a threat to Earth

Forecasting solar storms to protect satellites

Predicting gravitational waves to study cosmic events

AI-Assisted Space Missions

Space missions require precise calculations, and AI has significantly improved navigation systems. NASA’s Perseverance Rover, which landed on Mars in 2021, used AI to navigate the planet’s surface autonomously. This rover is still exploring the Martian landscape, searching for signs of ancient microbial life. Without AI, controlling such missions from Earth would be much more difficult.

Famous scientists contributing to space exploration include:

Carl Sagan – Known for his work in exobiology and space exploration.

Neil deGrasse Tyson – Popular astrophysicist who explains cosmic phenomena.

Kip Thorne – Worked on theories related to black holes and wormholes.

AI and the Search for Extraterrestrial Life

One of the most exciting aspects of AI in space research is the search for alien life. AI helps analyze radio signals from space, looking for unusual patterns. The Breakthrough Listen Initiative, launched in 2016, uses AI to scan the skies for potential extraterrestrial communication. Although no concrete evidence of alien life has been found yet, AI is making the search more efficient and systematic.

The Future of AI in Space Science

The role of AI in space exploration is only going to expand. Scientists believe that AI will soon be able to make independent discoveries without human intervention. Future space telescopes will rely heavily on AI to detect and study distant galaxies. AI-powered robots may also be sent to other planets to conduct experiments and send back valuable data.

Final Thoughts

AI is truly revolutionizing the way we explore the universe. It is helping scientists solve some of the biggest mysteries, from black holes to alien life. Without AI, space research would be slower, more expensive, and less efficient. As technology advances, AI will continue to unlock new cosmic secrets. Who knows? Maybe in the near future, AI will help us find another Earth-like planet or even uncover evidence of extraterrestrial civilizations.

The universe is vast and full of mysteries, but AI is helping us get closer to understanding it. The sky is no longer the limit AI is taking us far beyond!

[5-thdimension]

Creative Critical Reflection 4

How did you integrate technologies - software, hardware and online - in this project?

Welcome to the final stage! I will now explain how I integrated technologies into my project.

My film '5Th Dimension' strongly depends on the use of various technologies and programs due to the genre of science-fiction, which led to the significant use of hardware technology during the production stage. First of all, for the filming I used my phone's camera because it weighs less than a professional camera. If I used the actual camera, then I would quickly become tired during the arc shot. This is also a huge advantage because I don't have to carry the heavy cameras that were used before the age of digital technology. Nowadays, with all the developments I can easily use my phone for filming. Therefore, I decided to use my phone with a professional stabilizer Moza Mini-Mi, which you can see right in my hands. It allowed me to make my arc shot smooth without any unintentional shakiness. Through the small controller, I was able to direct my camera in any direction needed. Moreover, in combination with its software app MOZA Genie through Bluetooth connection, I could use its convenient interface to access different features at once . For example, it was easy to quickly change the focus during shooting or to use Zoom. It also has a following feature, which I used when I had to maintain focus on specific character while walking around the table.

Another hardware technology that I used is a small LED lamp, which was needed to recreate the light from the window showing an apocalyptic city. This helped me to achieve the gloomy atmosphere and make my opening scene look more realistic. Also it was very convenient to use due to its small size making it mobile so I could carry it in my hand easily. Moreover, an important part of my technology range is, of course, the green screen, which played a crucial role during production and post-production. Even now, I use it to transfer between various locations. In addition, the green screen made my life a lot easier because I did not have to draw the picture myself. Instead, I just put a ready background image. During this process, I also had some struggles, but definitely less than before the age of special effects. The last piece of hardware technology I used is this mysterious device that the main character used to travel back in his time. In reality, this lighting thing is actually a basic lamp for reading books. However, I thought it looked like one of those futuristic displays in science-fiction films, so I decided to use it in my opening scene.

Considering the software technologies I integrated in my project, I have to point out the program I used for editing, which is DaVinci Resolve 19. In this program, I was able to create the atmosphere of science fiction through the use of fusion effects, such as placing a backgroud picture of the apocalyptic city. In addition, specifically in the fusing section, I was able to create a wormhole in the titles using 3D modeling. DaVinci Resolve also helped me to correct the colors, for example, to darken the shadow parts and increase the red colors to match the background. Moreover, I also included special effects such as glow and light rays to ensure that my shot perfectly matches the atmosphere seen in the window. These various features are solely the advantage of digital technologies, without which I wouldn't be able to make my film as nearly great as it is now. It would also take a lot more time to edit.

To create music for my project, I used the software app 'BandLab'. There, I found various packs of sample sounds united by the tone and mood. From them, I selected the ones I felt would set the mournful tone to my scene, and then following my pure imagination and inspiration, I put those sounds in order to create the soundtrack. This app helped me a lot because I strongly believe that sound makes a huge impact on the impression of the film.

Another program that I used, without which my opening scene wouldn't exist, is the program for script writing. I used Kit Scenarist specifically because it has an appealing interface that is easy to understand. However, the most significant feature of this program is that it automatically counts every line, every dialogue, and description. Then, it transfers them to the actual time duration of the film. This was very convenient because I had a strong restriction of 2 minutes for my opening scene, and the note of time in the program kept me on track of how much I needed to write.

Speaking of online technology, I used various websites for inspiration as well as to learn new skills. For example, I used YouTube to get more experience in editing. Different tutorials helped me to get the idea of how to successfully use DaVinci Resolve and, more importantly, how to turn green screen into an actual image. I also used YouTube when searching for the conventional opening titles. Basically, I typed for the opening scenes of my favorite sci-fi films and noted how they approached this topic. YouTube is also my way of distribution because I uploaded my film there so that it is easily accessible for the audience. Therefore, nowadays, due to easy access to the internet, it is much easier to learn new things. Previously, I would have to go to the library or ask a professional to teach me, which is not that fast and convenient. Another aspect of online technology I used is social media. To promote my project as well as my blogs, I used Instagram and Telegram to inform my followers of my experience and process, which helped to increase awareness and interest to my product. Other social media websites, such as Pinterest, I used for inspiration when I created my moodboards. This particular website helped me to visualize my film and so to understand its universe better.

Overall, I integrated various technologies in my project, including software editing apps, hardware shooting equipment, and online websites for promotion and inspiration. Modern technologies have allowed professionals to produce media products in a cost-effective and time-efficient way, which lead to the development and growth of the entertainment industry. On that account, technologies helped me to create my opening scene the way it is, most importantly solely by myself, which wasn't an option before the modern age. It also allowed me to learn new things and to get unforgettable experiences during this whole process of production.

(View on YouTube for subtitles)

[metaphysicalpistolsoraclemine]

Monsters of Chaos

In the lower dimensional fields there is a chaotic war struggle occurring in order to regain control over the dark matter, as this is a massive power source for the AI, as well as for the Black Magic Grids. From the epicenter of the Atlantian timelines in the United Kingdom, it may appear to some on the black magic grids that the forces of chaos generated in the phantom world, will eminently come to the surface via Behemoth and Leviathan to destroy the earth realm. One may note the consistent mainstream movie releases portraying violent dystopian futures and Armageddon scenarios that annihilate the earth, combined with the urgent messages to save the human species from certain extinction. But in actuality this is not real, it’s the AI program running holographic movies in these timeline loops, to project the Armageddon Monsters of Chaos that are reversal elementals coming from out of the AI technology and the black magic grid.

The Armageddon Software captures the book of revelation and Enoch prophecies, as the female and male anti-Christ, the Leviathan and Behemoth monsters that are unleashed against humanity in the end times, for the massive war which supposedly brings forth the true messiah of this world. In the twisted and psychopathic mind of the NAA, this violent narrative was the set up for human martyrdom and blood sacrifice at the end of the astrological precession and Ascension Cycle. The Power Elite believe they are the chosen ones to fulfill this end of times prophecy and direct the AI programs in order to wake up and agitate these Monsters of Chaos, which they have co-created from the shadow fragments and reversal elementals on the surface.

Leviathan is also a negative alien race, put here to guard the Tiamat wormhole ripped open between Sarasota, Florida and the Temple Mount. However, it is more commonly used as an image of Satan endangering God's creatures, by attempting to eat them and by threatening God's creation with an upheaval in the waters of chaos. The Church of Satan uses the Hebrew letters at each of the points of the Sigil of Baphomet to represent Leviathan in their Black Magic rituals. This means Satanists that conjure or evoke Baphomet fields to power up Leviathan entities for service-to-self rituals, are actually contributing to the feeding of the Beast Machine and its AI technology for maintaining the electromagnetic harness. This is another example of why Satanism is a natural segue into the Transhumanism agendas, as many materialists are very pro-artificial intelligence.

The annual Magnetic Peak cycle brings forth the pinnacle waves of intensity with the organic magnetic field transmissions and resulting Bifurcation shifts which can instigate Psycho-Spiritual Crisis during catalysts for penetrating deep layers for emotional shadow healing. During which, the Collective Consciousness themes tend to surface the lunar distortions and shadow body parts that are connected to the missing and inverted parts of the Universal Holy Mother principle. These shadow distortions feed into the artificially generated Monsters of Chaos and the Satanic hierarchies of lunar demonic forces that generate the massive power behind the Dark Alien Mother network. The particular timelines currently surfacing include the hidden histories of the capture and fall of the female Solar Dragons in the region of Gobekli Tepe, with the inversions sourcing from the hijacked White Queen sophianic consciousness from Tiamat that were embodied as the Universal Solar Christ Mary Sophias. These are theWhite Solar Queens of authentic female Ascended Masters that were once incarnated on the planet and were protected under the Cosmic Mother Dragon ensouled as the Tiamat Logos in the 10th Stargate Network. This current phase of the magnetic shifts puts a bright spotlight upon the dark shadows of the imposter lunar forces that had replaced the authentic Holy Mother and the Solar Christ Mary Sophias presence on the planet after their capture and demise. The supplanting of imposter forces allowed the subsequent insertions of artificial magnetic fields, lunar matrices and artificial lunar female demonic bodies to be held in place by an artificially generated Dark Alien Mother network.

The Alien Machinery known as the Beast Machine is held in place on the planetary body through massive levels of reversal AI programmed consciousness. This infects the black subtle forces in the earth elemental field and dark matter, and that substance is also referred to as Behemoth. The alien machinery known as the Gravitron is a part of the Beast Machine that acts as the electromagnetic harness field. This makes up the structure called the NET, which produces gravitational and astral corruption and this is also referred to as Leviathan. The Behemoth and Leviathan make up the antichrist male and female counterparts that are written into the Armageddon Software and black magic grids to technologically incite destruction on the surface, as per the NAA religious programming. In actuality, Behemoth and Leviathan are��black hole technologies that were orchestrated on purpose by these fallen forces of NAA in order to imprison this planet.

[spmwn]

Goodbye SPM Hello Unreal Engine

After a few days of solid thought, I decided to completely shelve SPM for now. It really breaks my heart, but I’ve gone over my contract with a fine-tooth comb and there is most likely no way to break it since I’m in the US and they are in China. I signed my rights away. Thank goodness I didn’t do that with Aden’s Adventure. The thing with Zoe’s is it’s actually pretty generic. Unless my editor, who has mysteriously vanished like a side quest NPC, can talk me into continuing, I’m done with SPM.

Update: I talked to my editor and decided that I’m going to finish the current storyline, then shift into the endgame—when I’m back in the mood for writing again. So, SPM will update once more, but I’ll wrap it up with a thrilling, full-stakes, all-or-nothing, multi-team battle royal. Think Hunger Games meets Mario Kart chaos.

In the meantime, I’ve moved on to a new project: Zanden’s Unreal Engine Clothing System.

Below, I've included images of the development of the bare-bones clothing system. At the top is the UE 5.5 mannequin wearing the nightshirt and wig I whipped up in Blender. It only took me about two hours from start to completion, but then it took another half hour or so to get it into Unreal. Updating the 4.27 blueprint to 5.5 took an additional two hours. Below that, on the left, is the clothing in the third-person blueprint. The right-hand image shows the clothing in-game. I could have made a camera boom or adjustment to zoom it in, but I want to keep the initial state of the template as much as possible so future users can buy and study it.

Since an old friend never replied, I’m assuming he either vanished into the void or got swallowed by a wormhole. It’s been pre-Covid since I heard from him, so I think it’s been long enough to officially claim rights to the clothing system we worked on together. With ChatGPT’s help, I’ve updated it to version 5.5. Now, it just needs a polish pass, a shiny interface, and a fail-safe to prevent people from doing silly things—like adding multiple hairstyles at once. (Because we all know someone would try.)

After browsing the marketplace, I couldn’t find a quality clothing system. That’s my cue. I’m thinking of offering two versions: a basic version for the casual devs and a pro version for the hardcore creators. Who knows? Maybe this is my ticket to finally making something worthwhile—and profitable.

Keep an eye on my BlueSky for updates at insanexade.bsky.social, and if you’d like to be part of the testing or just want to drop by and say hi, you can catch me on my Discord server at discord.gg/JKKQENM. I’d love to hear from you!

[awollozenge]

AREKNUTEKNYTERNE

2075AD, Somewhere in Vegas.

Enoch taps his arm, a soft dermal sensor flicking the presentation to another slide. The colleagues he led eagerly watch on, witnessing the screen change to a blurry golden orb. The sound of scribbling pencils weaved between each head, everyone taking notes.

"Imagine the most beautiful thing you've ever seen." Enoch commanded, turning his head in the direction of the screen. His exceptionally triangular nose was far more noticeable when he turned his head, and he was taller than everyone except one of his colleagues. His affinity for fancy boots added a couple inches to his height, and his clothes seemed to drape off his form, sometimes giving the impression of hollow clothing. His glasses were mounted atop his prominent nose, the thick rims giving away his poor vision. "This was considered a common form of postmortem phantasmagoria, as we've previously studied. Think your life flashing before your eyes, all the best moments..."

The sound of pencils continued, a pause hanging in the air as Enoch swallowed saliva, his adams apple gliding up and down his throat. "Except this is nothing you've ever seen before. The most beautiful thing you've ever seen is nothing like this." He began to slowly walk across the room towards his colleagues. At times, he'd be tempted to consider them students, but they are his equals in this line of study. The only difference is he's the one who believes in it the most, who believes that this project funded on ramen and dreams will lead to something. "Matter of fact, this image, up on the board...it's the biggest thing anybody has ever discovered." He proudly says, placing a hand on one of his seated colleagues' shoulders and gently shaking it, as a reward for helping with this discovery.

"This is what we've called the Dead Sea of Phantasmagoria. Somehow, our consciousness, in its final moments, can witness a new world. A living world, unlike our mostly inanimate world." He releases his colleages shoulder continuing to walk between the large office desks, with binders and folders across each one. "It breathes, it moves, but most importantly... It's full." He says, preparing himself to explain the implications. "We've theorized that this is the afterlife. Every single afterlife, within a single non-euclidean shape, which we percieve as a bright, beautiful light."

He makes his way back to the front of the room, besides the board. "This image on the board is what the entrance looks like. A spherical hole." He happily nods towards a colleage, who has a grin on his face. "A wormhole, as one of you has figured out. After frying several motherboards and asking the government to consult their AI for an estimation of the size and how long it would take for this realm to become 'full', we got an answer."

He taps his dermal sensor again, changing the board to an audio file. Signaling his hand towards a colleague manning the computer, the file began to play. It was Baldwin, the government's tactical supercomputer.

"-ve obtained is Seven Years. Given your calculations involving the nature of life within the Golden Light, it is likely a majority of sentient things within will cease to exist. Given your calculations involving the heirarchal structure within the sentient things, it is 42% likely that we will witness what theorists call a dimensional collapse. Most humans would describe this as an Alien Invasion."

"Stay alive, Enoch. May the guidance of the cross bless you, as it has blessed me."

Enoch jumped as the file seemed to have something else added on. A message to him, to stay alive. He gave a frightened "WOAHHHHHHKAY." before collecting himself. "Max, stop fucking around with my files"

Maximilian, at the computer, lifts his hands in surprise. He had the expression of a surprised dog. "That's the file you gave me! Baldwin has a format that just...updates itself if it wants."

[xprojectrpg]

This Day in X-Project - May 11

2015: Amanda and Bobbi meet in District X while conducting their own separate rounds.

2016: Reed and Hank have a manly chat about their relationships and sex lives... or lack thereof. Jessica makes an FML post, as the kids say.

2017: Warren calls Hope A. to tell her about how the deal between Worthington Industries and Regal Crest Trading went down.

2018: Maya is annoyed Brooklyn Nine-Nine was (briefly) canceled. Angel posts about Amadeus leaving for Muir Island. Generation X: Demon Bear: The kids get to school, and find out there was some vandalizing; through the day, they have weird and terrifying encounters; while talking, Maya sees a girl who disappeared earlier in the day, only for her to disappear again; Nica, Miles, and Xavin arrive at school to meet the kids for a movie, and the world turns upside down; Miles, Nica, and Clea are separated from everyone else; the rest realize something weird is going on; Angel posts about the GPS on the kids’ phones going crazy; Alex, Darcy, Megan, and Julian go to the school to find out what’s going on, and get caught up in the weirdness; more missing, more finding; Nica and Clea find the adults who came to look for them, as well as Rahne; Jean-Phillipe posts about the group that went to the school also falling out of touch; Molly, Meggan, Jean-Phillipe, and Sharon F.arrive at the school and begin investigating; Darcy, Megan, Nica, and Clea find Sharon F., Molly and Megan; all the groups finally reunite, and a plan is set to go at the bear; they have their final encounter with the bear, finally taking it down; Alex, Julian, and Jean-Phillipe find the missing girl, who has no memory of what happened, and bring her to the hospital. Miles complains to Gabriel about ending up in another world. Ty kidnaps Topaz to bring her home for a good old-fashioned Mother's Day with his parents. Topaz asks for someone to feed her cat for the weekend, as Ty has kidnapped her.

2019: Fear in the Dark: Alex, Arthur, and Bobbi talk to a distraught woman worried about her missing boyfriend; Lorna recognizes the boyfriend's name - Cain Marko - and emails Scott and Garrison about it.

2020:

2021: Darcy posts a question from Twitter, asking if on a date with a person which book would make you leave immediately.

2022: Maya and Pyotr meet in the mansion's gym and nothing explodes. Clint posts an update to eXcalibur about tech and wormhole duties. Felicia shares an Instagram story noting that people can buy their own damn flowers. Matt shares an image reminding people to mind their written communication, for legal reasons. Clarice posts an embroidery that she’ll be hanging on her door. Following meeting Maya, Pyotr texts April to ask what “Starfleet” is. Kyle shares a knock knock joke one of his students told him.

2023: Maya is deeply unimpressed with Tik Tokkers teaching incorrect ASL. Jean-Phillipe encourages everyone to celebrate Eurovision with himself and Marie-Ange. Clarice announces it’s time for CPR recertification. Terry and Arthur have a typical morning discussion in the suite he shares with Kyle - right up until something slightly unusual happens.

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Developing the Experience

Angelique Shelley (MA Concept Art)

Blog Post # 5

After our feedback with Ian and Neil about surrealism, I thought about changing the planets to eyes. Eyes can be often be found in surrealist work, such as The False Mirror, 1928 by Rene Magritte.

Fig 1. The False Mirror, Magritte, 1928.

On describing the effect of using eye(s) outside of their usual context, renemagritte.org (n/d) describe the effect of her particular work as such:

"The image jolts the viewer by removing the eye from its usual context, presenting it without the face to which it belongs. It further disrupts expectation by placing a circular sky inside the otherwise ordinary oculus. Sometimes called magical realism, such juxtaposition of normally unrelated objects within a seemingly incongruous context is characteristic of much of Magritte's oeuvre. For Magritte and Surrealists working in a similar mode, these surprising, even bizarre combinations were considered the products of their unconscious minds. By visualising them, the artists believed, they might also touch the unconscious minds of their viewers."

Other notable surrealist artists that enjoyed using eyes in unsettling ways were Salvador Dali, and Max Ernst.

I picked up the Maya project where I had left it off because of technical reasons. I found a free model of an eye on Sketchfab (see fig. 2), because it was modeled in Blender, I had some difficulty assigning the textures in Maya for the Arnold renderer, the main issue was the transparency mask for the cornea. I got the mask working with a Phong material (see fig. 2), but Arnold didn’t read it properly. In the end I retextured it using an Arnold material and assigned the bubble preset material to the cornea faces, the effect wasn’t as nice as the masked Phong though.

Fig. 2 I first textured the 3D model, Eye Blend, Vinny Passmore, 2019, with a Phong material.

After duplicating the eyes along the camera path that I had set up earlier I realised that they looked too static and thought that it would be more engaging for them to aim to look at the camera. Again, before this project my existing skills in Maya was limited to basic modeling so after looking through various forums and tutorials I found how to create aim constraints for the eyes to follow the camera. From an outside view of the camera zooming down past the eyes, it looked great and far more interactive (see fig. 3). 

Fig. 3 A Playblast showing the aim constraints programmed onto the eyes.

During this time, I also played with different camera settings. I ran a test render of the spherical camera (see fig. 4), but that would be a lot of wasted render time after cropping into it. In the end, I chose an Arnold Fisheye camera. 

From inside the camera, and in my render, I thought the always-tracking-you eyes looked almost 2D and fake like sprites from old 3D games that always faced the camera and the result was less impressive than I had hoped.

Fig. 4 A still from the spherical render with aim constraints on the eyes, I would need to crop into it too much for it to be efficient.

I then decided to leave some eyes not looking at you which looked more 3D but I still wanted it to look more unsettling. I rendered them off but had trouble getting the alpha channels out of Maya into a png. I troubleshooted to no avail then noticed a few forums telling people to use a white surface shader to act as a layer mask in After Effects. I applied this to an alternate Maya save file and set it so that the eyes were white on a black background, rendered it, googled how to apply alpha masks in After Effects using a luma matte layer mode (something  that After Effects must have changed this year as it was no longer a drop down menu item but rather a toggle button that I had to find).

This is the result with added blending:

Fig. 5 A GIF showing the eyes composited into the wormhole.

I could not have them at the same speed as the wormhole as they would pass by far too fast. The motion blur that I added to them in Maya did help embed them slightly more though.

I was still not totally happy and thought that it would be more visually engaging to have the eyes blink open at you in space. Having recently learned about the surface shader luma matte workflow I figured that if I duplicated the eyes, split them across the middle, applied a black surface shader, and keyframed both hemispheres to open and close that I could get it to work in After Effects. Unfortunately duplicating the eye broke the black eyelids from aim constraints towards the camera. I again did some more digging and found that duplicate special and duplicate input graph made the eyes face the camera again. Unfortunately this duplicated the camera too so I tested it on duplicate input connections and it worked fine. 

Fig. 6 A GIF showing the eyelid animation

Maya would crash reliably after “duplicating special” for each animated eyelid, but as long as I saved it each time I could progress. After adjusting the keyframes so that they would blink open at you just before passing I rendered them off again as an image sequence and applied them over a precomposition of the existing eyes so as to not interfere with the existing luma matte pass.

I was much happier with the result:

Fig. 7 A render of the final wormhole with blinking eyes.

References:

Magritte, R. (1928). The False Mirror. [Painting].

Passmore, V. (2019). Eye Blend. [3D Model]. Available at: https://sketchfab.com/3d-models/eye-blend-a8259f43d41e4204a7e9746dfd112c30 [Accessed 09 February 2024]

renemagritte.org (n/d). The False Mirror, 1928 by Rene Magritte. [Online]. Available at: https://www.renemagritte.org/the-false-mirror.jsp [Accessed 09 February 2024]