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Jesus Creepy McCreep Christ!

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I have been made aware of this things existence.

The uncanny valley called, they want their disembodied finger back.

Obvious first impressions aside, the article becomes even creepier:

You can hold your phone by a disembodied finger formed like a handle.

A phone tapping for your attention with a disembodied finger.

A phone moving along by use of a disembodied finger.

The scenes on Eros described in the book “Leviathan Wakes”, as the Protomolecule took over, when hands and ribcages moved around, come to mind.

Someone read that, a scene describing utter horror and alienness, and thought to themselves “I can build that, for your phone!”

Dear gods send a great flood of burning acid, cleanse this shit off the face of the Earth!

Take care,

A.

Rings of Fate S3xE9 – Destiny – Silicone (pt.3)

“Admiral!” A man barged into the room, immediately he recognised the infuriated man as the governor of the alpha ring. “Governor Egger, what brings you to me?”

“Nothing pleasant, I can assure you that.”

By the expression on his face Ben had gathered as much. “It is about the heritage programme.”

With a sigh Ben leaned back. “Which has been scrapped. All records of it have been permanently deleted. So what is still fuelling your rage?”

“That inbred blue bloods can reach government offices unstopped, or at least without people knowing who they are!” Spittle flew from governor Egger’s mouth.

Remainjng calm Benjamin closed his eyes for a second, he heard the door to the command centre open, Csilla and the other officers came looking if everything was alright. “These inbred blue bloods were of no concern to you several days ago. I am dead certain that it would be of no concern for you if you yourself would be an inbred, blue blooded heir of some title.” He smiled calmly, but the corners of his smile gave away the boiling rage underneath his calm demeanour. “The way you barged into this office, the way you behave in fact, is almost as if you were an inbred wielder of totalitarian power. If you ever behave like that on this part of the ship again I will have you detained for misconduct. If you bring up the topic of the heirs again, I will have you arrested for breaking topsecret information. Now get out of my office before I consider having you detained already!” He raised his voice, as he himself rose out of his seat.

Governor Egger had turned an ashen complexion.

“Good day to you Governor.” Csilla calmly complemented him as he stumbled past her.

Watching the door from the command centre to the hallway cloee behind the governor Ben knew it was not the last time he had heard of the governor.

In silence the probe positioned itself where the front of the alien ship was assumed, and began flashing a powerful light.

“How long are we going to try this?” Benjamin observed from the command centre the progress of the endeavour. Ony sat on a stool, normally used in a kindergarten class, also observing. “We should try the prime numbers up to 101. After that,” Clifford pushed a few buttons on Csilla’s console, splitting the main viewscreen in half. On one side the actual events were displayed, on the other he had a series of maneuvers on display. “this is a good try.” Benjamin studied the displayed maneuvers.

“Basic math still. I guess they know we are capable of that.” Shushing him Ony wanted to observe the events on the other side of the screen, although nothing happened except the probe flashing.

“After that, I thought of playing around the intensity of the light, so we can display different atoms. A brighter flash followed by a weaker one for hydrogen, and so on.” Csilla pushed a few buttons herself, showing that the probe was capable of using a few light sources at once, so the way they represented atoms could be a little less cryptic. Thanking her he began devising a new way to represent his plan. “If there’s any change, let me know.” He got up, careful as not to trip over Ony in her seat he maneuvered out of the command centre, but not without looking at the baseball of his great grandfather.

Directly searching out the fastest way to get to his husband, who was holding a lecture on gamma, Benjamin took a seat in the cab.

The encounter with the governor was still fresh on his mind. It was beyond him how the governor could be so persistent about the heirs, even though it was resolved that not even they themselves would ever learn who they were.

Save for one of course. “Locate Jonathan Carlisle.” Benjamin stopped the cab and redirected it to the beta ring, where Jonathan was working.

To Benjamin’s relief Jonathan had not told his family of their ancestry yet. Although Ben had meant for him to do just that, he urged the young man now to postpone it, until Governor Egger was no longer an issue for the heirs.

Satisfied Benjamin continued to his husband.

An outside view on the situation with the silicone beings, might bring fresh wind to his mindset.

“Did you hear the good news?” George asked instead. “That Hummington fellow is planning to open a museum. A real museum, with real exhibits, not just the virtual ones we have today.” Excitement in George’s voice was almost tangible.

“Of course I have heard. Opening a vault of undisclosed historic artifacts, and opening a museum, has to pass by me.” Maybe I should forget about the silent alien spectators for a while?

Excited like a little child George inched around. Not even once asking why Ben had come to him, after a few moments Ben didn’t mind. The excitement was almost contagious, and he couldn’t help but feel happy himself.

21st century, 1st world problems

I came across this toot on Mastodon.

Well, perhaps it is an evil scheme from Amazon, forcing toddlers and their parents to interact, at least occasionally.

By removing pictures, aka pictograms, and replacing them with text, kids who can’t read yet, MUST ask an adult (or older child) for assistance. This preventing, possibly, binge watching in the next generation, enforcing the oh so sweet human interaction.

But what do I know. My five year old would binge watch the entire library of Tom and Jerry, PJ Masks and similar stuff twice over if we would let him, or he had pictograms to help him navigate when we are distracted.

So, maybe, just maybe, Amazon didn’t fuck up, they did shit right.

Take care,

A.

Rings of Fate S3xE9 – Destiny – Silicone (pt.2)

A so called beak flyer departed from the Alakah towards the Destiny, albeit cloaked itself, soon making contact with the subalpha ring, and one of the few docking ports, after signalling on a lowrange frequency for docking permission.

Greeted by the Admiral himself the commander introduced herself as Ony, and immediately asked to be brought to the command centre. From there they observed the beak taking flight again and returning to the Alakah which then sent departing greetings and left.

Benjamin assumed that she just maneuvered out of sensor range and then shadowed them from a safe distance. “Why the secrecy of your arrival?”

“Because they distrust us.” The Harpy smiled, reaching up at one of the controls on a panel, putting the area back on screen where the strange ship had been lying.

At once the ship seemed to materialise.

“A long time ago one of their vessels brought the cloaking technology to our attention, by crashing into one of our ships. Sadly these creatures can not survive in our environment, they died once exposed to our environmental standards. Since then, they avoided us. We rarely found any more than mere sensor echos.”

Benjamin had looked from Ony to the screen, studied the ship on display.

Readings indicated that they ignored the attempts of communication with them. “What else do you know of these beings?”

“They are entirley different to us, or the natives on your new homeworld.” Should Ben ask about RV-p296? He felt he should, but that would rob him of seeing it for himself unbiased. “They are based on silicone, as our kinds are on carbon. They dwell in entirely different environments. What is an inhospitable place for us, is a paradise for them.”

Letting out a whistling breath of air, Benjamin leaned back in his seat. Scientists had theorised about life based on silicone, but never thought it possible.

Curious he looked to the anxious Harpy to his left. “And you are here because of?”

“Scientific curiosity, Admiral.” Flashed dagger shaped teeth made his skin crawl, although realiaing it was a smile, he felt uncomfortable.

“Well, in that case, we better try and call them again.” He gave a nod to Csilla, who then tried to contact the aliens once again.

With negative results.

“Perhaps we should send them a series of simple signals.” Clifford Truman sighed, he was a linguistics expert, who had helped perfecting the auto translation programme that helped communicate with the Harpies. “Since they live a completely different environment than we do, our forms of communication are surely as alien to them as can be. Sound in their atmosphere is changed, our voices will be a distorted mess. If we can send them simple signals, thats different.”

He pushed a tablet over the table, showing it to the Admiral. There were numbers written on it. 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 23, and so on. “Prime numbers?”

“It shows we are not just baboons.”

“We built a space ship, sent a probe. I guess they know we are not simple baboons.” Benjamin rose his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth.

Nodding in agreement Clifford took the tablet back. “Still, math is the go to method of communication in this sort of situation.”

Shrugging his shoulders Benjamin nodded to the expert, goving him a go. Still he had not reverted the office back to the ready room for all of command centre staff.

It was funny to him that each Admiral on each of the ships utilised that room differently, in the original floorplans there surelys had been a certain designated use for that room.

Anxiety

If your anxiety is this easily triggered, your body/psyche is trying to tell you one of two things, perhaps both:

1. Get help – either therapy, or medication, otherwise, get over it.

2. Get out of the genepool.

If our ancestors had been this anxiety ridden, they never would’ve made it out of the Savannah. A little gust of wind would’ve scared them shitless and left them as easy prey for lions and other predators.

Perhaps some early humans/hominids were this burdened. But they got eaten.

Seriously, you do not have PTSD, and clapping doesn’t flashback you to Nam where the machineguns rattled, and choppers roared.

I had to suffer through untriggered panic-/anxiety attacks. I got myself help.

Anxiety isn’t a way of life that must be preserved, and thus deserves our respect. It is a problem, one that can be overcome. Work on yourself, but don’t expect the world to accommodate your unwillingness to improve!

Take care, A.

Rings of Fate S3xE9 – Destiny – Silicone (pt.1)

In hours the vast distance between the Destiny and the unknown vessel at the edge of the solarsystem was covered by the probe, that had been shot out at incredible speeds. Within moments the the probe fired its engines in order to decelerate, and began taking closer readings and pictures, immediately transmitting that data back to the mother ship.

Radiation lingered in the vacinity of the ship, trailing from a bunch of wrecked icy asteroids in the distance. Admiral Benjamin Fuller knew that the radiation must’ve originated from Horizon’s beta ring reactor.

The probe returned the faint signal from another terran probe, originally sent out to monitor the further path of the radioactive wreckage. “It is inside the alien vessel.” First officer Csilla Gere noted with astonishment in her voice.

Ben was not as surprised. Who ever this ship belonged to was just as curious about them, and the radiation, as they were about the supposed aliens.

After reading the reports of his predecessors, and other ships Admirals, he didn’t want to jump to conclusions. It could be DEHumans aboard that ship, or, and that was his favorite theory for non aliens, time traveling humans from the future.

“Send out hails relayed through the probe.”

“Reading another vessel.” Navigation officer Lie Fah took his attention off of the unknown ship. “It’s a Harpy ship, coming from RV-p296, ambassadorial ship, by the name of Alakah.”

Benjamin looked at the display to his right, the Harpies did not try to intercept the alien craft, but kept a steady course for them, until reaching the Destiny.

“They’re hailing.”

The face of a Harpy appeared on the main screen in the command centre. She seemed curious, as far as anyone in the room could read Harpy expressions. “Admiral Fuller. On behalf of the matriarchy we welcome you to your new home system, and congratulate you, and your crew, on your achievements.”

“Thank you Ma’am. Might I be so bold and ask you for some information?” Intrigued the Harpy, by the uniform she wore a commander, not an ambassador, nodded.

“Can you tell us something about the vessel that is lying idle just outside our course?” Csilla cleared her throat, drawing Benjamins attention to the small screen on his console, where only their probe was displayed, but no ship of any sort.

“What ship Admiral?”

Confused he looked to Csilla, who only shrugged.

“Hold on.” He smiled at the Harpy.

Pressing a few buttons on his console he replayed the sensor data from the probe and noticed that they did only vanish from sensors a few microseconds after the Harpy ship appeared in range, much like the cloaking technology the Harpies used.

“Sending you our previous sensor data.” He commented his further actions, frantically typing buttons.

The commander waved another Harpy over, in hushed voices the two talked.

“A representative will be sent to you as fast as possible.” The Harpy nodded into the camera, and turned off the transmission.

Burn, Baby, Burn

In Meppen in Germany a lot of people are currently thinking “Just once, I’d like to work with fucking PROFESSIONALS!”

You may ask yourself why, as the answer will be obvious to the (former) residents of Centralia.

The ground is burning.

There are villages in the middle of the (dried up) swamps. What are swamps rich in? Peat!

What is peat good at, once dry?

Burning.

Now, the swamps had a smoking ban, a campfire prohibition, because the summer was dry, and the peat was dry.

What did the German Military do in September 2018 regardless?

TEST SOME FUCKING ROCKETS!

Now the peat in the ground is on fire and they can’t douse that shit!

Once, just ONCE, do I want a news article “All went well, everyone involved was a professional.”

Take care,

A.