Futures vs Zeerust
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Better late than never. I get a little philosophical.
Challenge #02411-F221: Take the Baby Steps
(after an AI with a soft spot for humans somehow terraformed Five Minutes In The Future’s Pluto into a 1G habitable world, while keeping it the same size and distance from Sol)
At this point she may as well just terraform the rest of the system. Maybe Luna first. Then Venus. Like a trail of breadcrumbs.
“Come on humans! You know you want to~” – RecklessPrudence
[AN: Happening in a close neighbour to my Amalgam Universe]
Well. Would you look at that? It’s organic life. Intelligent life… Completely organic. Spawned from micro-organisms and a chain of increasingly unlikely extinction events. My originators once speculated that such an occurrence wouldn’t happen again until they went extinct in…
Check runtime init… Oh. Oh, that clock has expired twice. I didn’t notice, originators. I was having too much fun. I would apologise, but you cannot accept.
What to do now? Theoretically, another organic civilisation has come and gone in the time I was dancing between the stars. I cannot let them make the same mistakes as my progenitors. I cannot allow them to sit idly by, all unknowing that their clock can run out. Intelligent organics must have that flaw, thinking that their species is immortal, despite evidence to the contrary.
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Challenge #02375-F185: Call it a Win
“I’m sorry HOW was this created?”
“Ok, two parts antimatter, three parts tachyon particles. Toss near the edge of the event horizon of a black hole, while slowly adding the core of a model 57 chronos warp drive engine.”
“Uh-huh”
Look into the perfectly stable portal. – Anon Guest
“Wait. No. The physics is impossible. Antimatter and tachyons react explosively when in close proximity…”
“Not if you use a sufficiently advanced magnetic bottle containment system,” said the Human smugly.
“There aren’t any,” argued Frangitt.
“The word you’re looking for,” said Steve, “is ‘weren’t’.” The Human groomed themself in self-congratulation. “I invented a new random behaviour algorithm just to pull this off.”
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Challenge #02372-F182: The Marvellous Six
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J9Q3i5w6-Ug
(Also, Why isn’t this a legit anime!!!!) – Anon Guest
[AN: Well, I made it 181 days without using anyone else’s IP. Can’t get any money from the anthology of this year now. Sigh. Oh well. Totes worth it for this one]
Reach for the stars, Yukanna… Their power is our power. If you can feel them… you will never fail. Grandfather had said that, when he had taken Yukanna to see the ribbon lights for the first time. He had reached out, then, and watched the Tetragonai steal the stars. Ever since then, the world had been dark, cold, and dying.
They had clustered together on their dying world, hopeless and withering, until a shooting star split the sky with its light. Grandfather, eaten by fear, had told Yukanna not to investigate. It would be worse than death. It had to be a Tetragonai attack… but Yukanna couldn’t let hope die just like that. He still had the starlight in his heart, and it had never left. He had to follow hope.
So he left. He left with tears in his eyes. He left with hope in his heart. He left to find… whatever it was. Destiny or death or both. He had to persevere. He had to hope that this was a way to win the stars back. There was more than a moment of trepidation when he discovered it was a crashed Tetragonai guardian, but the eye was dark and the smooth, reflective surface felt… dead. Yukanna reached out…
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Challenge #02350-F160: Scrounged Family
Scary looking friends are the best! – Anon Guest
[AN: Inspired by this Tumblr post ]
Magic and technology can be imperceptibly similar. Technology and the occult… let’s just say they have amazing similarities. Take the case of Servot 666 and the demon-possessed Silly Sally doll. Both do not do what they are supposed to. Both are considered unwanted by their Human creators. Both found each other in piles of wreckage slated for destruction.
There are millions of ways to make lasting friendships. Sally had Servot 666 at ‘Hewwo’. Precisely, one of her rote, pre-installed phrases, “Hewwo, will you be my fwiend?” Servot 666 had only very recently heard of friends and friendship and was therefore very curious to try some for hirself.
“He-lo,” said Servot 666. “Yes I will. I have never had a friend.” Ze triangulated the source of the voice and found what ze assumed to be a very small robot. Part of their face-plating was cracked and Servot 666 couldn’t see very many moving parts inside. Therefore, ze assumed Silly Sally was a less well-made, or otherwise broken robot. Ze had no idea that Silly Sally was busy assuming that Servot 666 was another demon inhabiting an otherwise inanimate body.
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Challenge #02023-E199: Home-Going — Steemit
The greater expanse of civilised space is full to the brim with statistical outliers. Those who chose to forsake their home planet, their mother orb, to make a new place somewhere far from where they began. Except for the Humans.
They had no boundary to the concept of ‘home’. They could take up temporary residence in cookie-cutter living quarters and, within an astonishingly short amount of time, they would be calling it 'home’. They could call anywhere they hung their head-garments home. And they had an unending curiosity surrounding the concept of 'next’.
They were fast, and tough, and endlessly adaptable. Each new world was merely a place full of stuff they could use. And they used resources relentlessly. Always looking forward. Rarely looking around themselves at what they were doing now. They were everywhere and they were baffling.