Archive for April, 2018

This week…

Peta got smacked over the head.

Twice.

Good!

First their german office, I think, bitched about the possibility of fishing in Far Cry 5, that it was cruel and inhumane.

First, the connection between violence in a game and violence in real life is NOT there.

Second, you bitch about FISHING, in a first person shooter, where you can (as in have to) kill “humans”? Fail.

Well the developers replied rather humorously, stating that the game takes place in a nice rural environment, and that all aspects of the real outdoors should be reflected. You can swing a shovel around, hunt, fish, throw dynamite and shoot, and the game offers a safe alternative to do just that.

That, at first glance, reads like “In your face!”, but upon further reflection, I’m more inclined of thinking this was a marketing scam. Keep the Peta creeps relevant and more word-of-mouth advertising for FC5.

Second:

Peta lost the case against the photographer who had published the selfie a monkey took with his camera.

Now THAT entire news story invokes a loud and firm “In your face, fuckers!”, because they deserve it.

With those great news, I bid you all a well deserved, nice weekend.

PS, why do I hate Peta? Because they don’t give a fuck about animals.

They steal dogs from families, and euthanize them. They themselves free animals, that can’t survive in the area they are set free in. They would keep pests from being dealt with, they use pictures of animals without permission from said animal – which they wanted the photographer to seize and desist.

In short, they do not care about animal welfare.

In my opinion, they are pretentious, selfrighteous, self serving, assholes, who are worse than Greenpeace (who are preventing things like golden rice to be a thing for everybody).

Take care,

A.

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Rings of Fate S3xE3 – Explorer – Settlement (pt.4)

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“Touching, yet uplifting, words, Admiral.” Joan Charles thanked him, after the ceremony. “Just like she would’ve liked it.”

Charles nodded, but soon left them.

He wandered up to the end of the road. It took him a quarter of an hour to navigate the corners, alleys and major streets. The majority of alloted spaces were still vacant, as Horizon and Destiny, together with Kismet, were still due to arrive.

Most of the time it took him to reach his destination was consumed walking up the narrow, straight road to his alotted spot.

Standing over the empty lot where his small military pod should land was Jeannine. She stared out into the distance of the river.

“What brings you to my corner of the woods?” Dean stopped next to her.

A sad smile appeared on her face. “I helped my gran to prospect the land, she made it look like she helped me, but it was her work. She was head of the whole operation from the beginning.” Knowingly Dean nodded, his hands in his pockets.

“I’m glad she’s dead. Not because finally I can shine, if it was just that, she could live for another hundred years.” Dean’s expression darkened, there was something on the metaphoric horizon he didn’t like. “Why’s it then you’re glad?”

“The planet can’t properly feed us.” Jeannine turned to him, tears ran down her face. “The probes had not detected this, they scanned for nutrients in general, not analysing thoroughly enough to tell us this, but close to nothing on this planet produces, or uses Lysine.” She paused for a second seeing the Admiral’s confused expression.

“It’s an amino acid. We need it to survive, to live. If she had known, her heart would have been broken.”

Slowly Dean felt the relief that Jeannine had mentioned take hold of him too. “Food supplements?” He asked looking out over the waters too.

“Aye. We’ll issue the report tomorrow.” Wiping away the tears Jeannine turned away to walk back to the settlement center. “Doc? Draft something else for your report.” Puzzled she glanced over her shoulder. “An agricultural exclave.” He needed not elaborate in detail. The volcanic islands on the far side of the planet, isolated from the natives and larger ecosystems, were the only possible spot on the planet for such an endeavour.

“Aye, might take an additional day or two.” Acknowledging this Dean just nodded, without looking at her.

Surely the governors would want to put the blame on him, and the provisional government of the colony would do the same.

Since he intended to end his career sooner or later anyway, he didn’t dread their blame. It only meant he could land sooner. Settle down sooner.

He looked at the blue sky, the bright yellow sun.

No. There would be absolutely no problem in being accused of something career ending in the lysine case.

Getting philosophical…

Sometimes I wonder, am I the reflection of him? Enacting his thoughts and wishes, not in charge of my own fate, but merely the natural reaction, the logical conclusion to the actions of mirror Ben? If not, how does the man in the mirror feel about this?

Rings of Fate S3xE3 – Explorer – Settlement (pt.3)

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Like an onion, the Explorer’s rings were comprised of several layers of ships, peeling off one by one those ships koved on out towards Equatoria.

The pilots had not much to do, all systems worked automatically, but in case something went awry, each vessel had a pilot assigned to it.

Dean wandered through the hallways, only a few more landing waves were due until settlement was complete. Only the most basic crew remained on Explorer, they would rotate with crews on the surface in three month schedules.

Already the hallways were empty and a certain tranquillity filled the ship. “Doctor Charles?” He rang at Nye’s door. After a few moments the door slid open, revealing Franziska Hardwick. She was going to accompany Nye to the surface, together with Jeannine.

“Admiral!” Joyous like a young girl Nye approached him from the back of her quarters. “What brings you to my humble quarters?”

Slowly Dean handed her a tablet he had been clutching to his chest before. “A parting gift.” Intrigued Nye looked at the screen. Almost immediately tears shot to her eyes. “We received it twenty minutes ago. It seems that even in their collective mind, there is still the need for closure.” Dean winked.

Trembling Nye looked up from the picture to the Admiral. Thanking him silently as she was at a loss for words. Her attention went back to the picture.

In the center was Jason, to hisnleft and his right were two women, in one she recognised Daria, his girlfriend, and the one that got him into becoming a linker. In front of thw three were four younger people. Two men, two women.

One of which she recognised as the granddaughter of hers working on the Jovian moon. She was holding two infants. There were two oldr children in front of the other granddaughter, and eachnof the men had two children as well. All were dressed in a silvery grey jumpsuit, functional, without any decorative elements. “My family.” She whsipered, gently placing a kiss on the picture. Now she could settle on RV-p296 with her daughter’s families, knowing that Jason and his children, and grandchildren were thriving and safe.

Heavy ruttling walls and ground were surrounding Nye as the ship descended through the atmosphere down from Explorer.

After the ruttling stopped she turned to her side, a window opened up to reveal a high altitude view over the ocean and coastal region of equatoria. Previously closed, but after the dangerous bit of the reentry the blocking lid was retracted into the wall.

A beautiful glistening ocean greeted her from below, while the ship was in a calm approach towards the settlement site. Lush green forests spanned the area around the delta.

Another rumble went through the ship as it touched down on its designated spot.

“Come on mum.” He daughter, an elderly woman herself now, stretched forth her hand to help Nye get up from the seat. All she saw was the tiny girl holding out a hand to get her help walking her first steps. “On my way sweetie.” She gently squeezed Joan’s hand.

A gentle cool breeze rolled over the settlement from in land, carrying with it scents that Nye couldn’t identify, blooming fragrances, ever so gentle in their nuances. Jacob would’ve loved it.

Around Nye were her daughter, her grandchildren, and Jeannine’s little children. Carefully as she once handled her infant children, she took out the tablet with Jason’s family picture on it.

All she had dreamed off, finally falling into place. “I believe it’s time for a family picture?” Former Admiral Franziska smiled at Nye, holding the picture into the camera Nye stood surrounded by her family in front of the ship that just had brought them to their new home.

“Sir?” Lucy slowly approached Dean. It was one of his off days with Anna. They sat fishing in subalpha’s garden. “It’s my day off!” Not quite angry, more annoyed he didn’t even look, earning a passionate “Shh!” from his daughter.

“I believe this can’t wait, sir.” She handed him a tablet over his shoulder which he took. His expression got sad as he read the message. There was the image of Nye, surrounded by her family, holding the picture that Dean had brought her.

》Admiral Dean O’Neill. After this image had been taken, Nye Charles sat down and watched her great grandchildren play in front of the house until she fell asleep. A sleep she didn’t wake up from. Please forward the image along with our condolences to the linkers. Sincerely Franziska Hardwick, Admiral.《

“What is it, daddy?”

“A message I have to relay to some friends.” Regaining his form he smiled.

“Nye Charles, PhD. The first human born and raised on earth, to live through our long exodus, witness every moment of it, until its end at our new home. Beloved Mother, Grandmother, Greatgrandmother. She contributed more to our journey, our understanding of the universe and our new home than anyone else. She was also the first human to die on our new home world. We have gathered here, on this beautiful day, to bid farewell to an outstanding woman who had an impact on all our lives, for three generations aboard the Explorer, and the fourth, growing up here and now.” A hastily constructed podium stood in front of Dean, who had the doubtful honor to hold the speech. According to the rules of settlement her body was to be incinerated, as to not contaminate the planet with any pathogens or bacteria from the body.

“It is not to be taken as a bad sign that Nye Charles has left us so soon after setting foot on this planet. But a sign that we are home. Nye Charles had two goals left in her life. Closure to her entire family, which she achieved the day before she left, and landing in our new home. She achieved that as well. We are home. She knew, and peacefully fell asleep.” Dean took a step to the side, and unveiled a shoulder high stone, it had Nye’s name and profile engraved on it. “Let this remind us all that we are home, here.” The gathered people, family and friends, coworkers and people who have had dealings with her, began applauding.

A ship flew by overhead, it was smaller than the colonisation pods, it was a pod from subalpha. Behind the stone was the river, on the other side a thick forest, there the ship opened one of the doors, released ashes.

Nye’s ashes.

Rings of Fate S3xE3 – Explorer – Settlement (pt.3)

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Like an onion, the Explorer’s rings were comprised of several layers of ships, peeling off one by one those ships koved on out towards Equatoria.

The pilots had not much to do, all systems worked automatically, but in case something went awry, each vessel had a pilot assigned to it.

Dean wandered through the hallways, only a few more landing waves were due until settlement was complete. Only the most basic crew remained on Explorer, they would rotate with crews on the surface in three month schedules.

Already the hallways were empty and a certain tranquillity filled the ship. “Doctor Charles?” He rang at Nye’s door. After a few moments the door slid open, revealing Franziska Hardwick. She was going to accompany Nye to the surface, together with Jeannine.

“Admiral!” Joyous like a young girl Nye approached him from the back of her quarters. “What brings you to my humble quarters?”

Slowly Dean handed her a tablet he had been clutching to his chest before. “A parting gift.” Intrigued Nye looked at the screen. Almost immediately tears shot to her eyes. “We received it twenty minutes ago. It seems that even in their collective mind, there is still the need for closure.” Dean winked.

Trembling Nye looked up from the picture to the Admiral. Thanking him silently as she was at a loss for words. Her attention went back to the picture.

In the center was Jason, to hisnleft and his right were two women, in one she recognised Daria, his girlfriend, and the one that got him into becoming a linker. In front of thw three were four younger people. Two men, two women.

One of which she recognised as the granddaughter of hers working on the Jovian moon. She was holding two infants. There were two oldr children in front of the other granddaughter, and eachnof the men had two children as well. All were dressed in a silvery grey jumpsuit, functional, without any decorative elements. “My family.” She whsipered, gently placing a kiss on the picture. Now she could settle on RV-p296 with her daughter’s families, knowing that Jason and his children, and grandchildren were thriving and safe.

Heavy ruttling walls and ground were surrounding Nye as the ship descended through the atmosphere down from Explorer.

After the ruttling stopped she turned to her side, a window opened up to reveal a high altitude view over the ocean and coastal region of equatoria. Previously closed, but after the dangerous bit of the reentry the blocking lid was retracted into the wall.

A beautiful glistening ocean greeted her from below, while the ship was in a calm approach towards the settlement site. Lush green forests spanned the area around the delta.

Another rumble went through the ship as it touched down on its designated spot.

“Come on mum.” He daughter, an elderly woman herself now, stretched forth her hand to help Nye get up from the seat. All she saw was the tiny girl holding out a hand to get her help walking her first steps. “On my way sweetie.” She gently squeezed Joan’s hand.

A gentle cool breeze rolled over the settlement from in land, carrying with it scents that Nye couldn’t identify, blooming fragrances, ever so gentle in their nuances. Jacob would’ve loved it.

Around Nye were her daughter, her grandchildren, and Jeannine’s little children. Carefully as she once handled her infant children, she took out the tablet with Jason’s family picture on it.

All she had dreamed off, finally falling into place. “I believe it’s time for a family picture?” Former Admiral Franziska smiled at Nye, holding the picture into the camera Nye stood surrounded by her family in front of the ship that just had brought them to their new home.

“Sir?” Lucy slowly approached Dean. It was one of his off days with Anna. They sat fishing in subalpha’s garden. “It’s my day off!” Not quite angry, more annoyed he didn’t even look, earning a passionate “Shh!” from his daughter.

“I believe this can’t wait, sir.” She handed him a tablet over his shoulder which he took. His expression got sad as he read the message. There was the image of Nye, surrounded by her family, holding the picture that Dean had brought her.

》Admiral Dean O’Neill. After this image had been taken, Nye Charles sat down and watched her great grandchildren play in front of the house until she fell asleep. A sleep she didn’t wake up from. Please forward the image along with our condolences to the linkers. Sincerely Franziska Hardwick, Admiral.《

“What is it, daddy?”

“A message I have to relay to some friends.” Regaining his form he smiled.

“Nye Charles, PhD. The first human born and raised on earth, to live through our long exodus, witness every moment of it, until its end at our new home. Beloved Mother, Grandmother, Greatgrandmother. She contributed more to our journey, our understanding of the universe and our new home than anyone else. She was also the first human to die on our new home world. We have gathered here, on this beautiful day, to bid farewell to an outstanding woman who had an impact on all our lives, for three generations aboard the Explorer, and the fourth, growing up here and now.” A hastily constructed podium stood in front of Dean, who had the doubtful honor to hold the speech. According to the rules of settlement her body was to be incinerated, as to not contaminate the planet with any pathogens or bacteria from the body.

“It is not to be taken as a bad sign that Nye Charles has left us so soon after setting foot on this planet. But a sign that we are home. Nye Charles had two goals left in her life. Closure to her entire family, which she achieved the day before she left, and landing in our new home. She achieved that as well. We are home. She knew, and peacefully fell asleep.” Dean took a step to the side, and unveiled a shoulder high stone, it had Nye’s name and profile engraved on it. “Let this remind us all that we are home, here.” The gathered people, family and friends, coworkers and people who have had dealings with her, began applauding.

A ship flew by overhead, it was smaller than the colonisation pods, it was a pod from subalpha. Behind the stone was the river, on the other side a thick forest, there the ship opened one of the doors, released ashes.

Nye’s ashes.

(Evil) Fun at Work

Today I learned that some of my colleagues believe in alternative medicine.

I berated them that it is bovine fecal matter, and that it is the same as alternative facts “the sky is green”, stupid. That any success doesn’t go beyond placebo (by proxy).
If stuff works, it is called MEDICINE, without the prefix, even if it “just” herbs.

To which they replied “everyone is entitled to their beliefs.”

No, sorry, they’re not. Belief in chinese alternative medicine states that ground up rhino horns are medicine (although it is the same as fingernails), and now the northern white rhino is as good as extinct thanks to that.

Now they’re not talking to me anymore.

I have the perfect picture for this.

I won’t shut up. Fuck alternative medicine, homeopathy, MMS (bleach) and juicing.

See a REAL doctor, who gives you REAL medicine, you pseudo enlightened fuck-wit.

Rings of Fate S3xE3 – Explorer – Settlement (pt.2)

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His eyes fell back on the screen. There it was. His future home. A long, lone track of walkway led up to it.

Underneath that road were cables, wires and pipes, he knew. Although the landing craft and the smaller pods were capable of functioning autonomously, cleansing water, recycling waste water and other waste, generating electricity through solarpanels, it still was hooked up to a centralised system, so the onboard aystems functioned as a redundancy system in case the central system ever broke down.

“When will you settle?” Nye leaned down on the table in front of them. “Oh, I don’t know. Once the whole of alpha, beta and gamma have sat down on Equatoria, my successor is sworn in, governments of the rings have been disbanded, and a new government on the colony is established. It’ll be a while. But until then I will just have to either phone it in, or go back and forth.” Anna would be sitting at that river with him in less than two weeks. Moira was also eager to live near the rivers, in a quiet corner.

Their marriage nearly broke apart after Diana’s death, but they got through it, somehow.

Upon return to the command centre Dean noticed a few dozen messages. From the look at the titles he gathred that all of them were regarding to the seeds. “Lucy, find me someone to explain these people that there will be no seeds, if they don’t read the protocols from the settlement meetings, it ain’t my damn fault.”

“Sir, before you were Admiral, did you read the protocols?” She flashed a smile, which he reflected, knowing she was right.

“But I knew that when ain order, or deny of request was issued, it had a reason.” He winked, as she started drafting a general reply to all of the messages.

A silent dance of gravity. Nye watched the main screen as the Explorer reached its final position for the landing procedure. It was almost all she had dreamed off those last few years. “I believe it should be your honor, Doctor Charles.” Dean made an inviting gesture towards his chair.

Thanking him Nye shuffled to it, sat down. “All hands, prepare for first landing wave, on my mark.” She glanced over to Lucy, who nodded.

“Mark.” The camera changed, it was a whisker camera viewing the ship from the side. An even more gracious dance began, as one by one, landing crafts disengaged from the rings. Lined up like pearls on a string they moved away from the mother ship, heading towards the planet. Probe control had mapped out the best approach vector, where they ought not to be seen by the natives on the other continents.

Gazing upon the world below Explorer from this close she felt as nervous as she had when she boarded the ship and saw Earth for the last time from Orbit.

Clear blue oceans, scattered clouds, the colors of vegetation varying from green hues to bright brown tones where the steppes and deserts were.

“I can’t wait to set foot on it.” She sighed with a smile. If only Jacob was there with her. Or at least Jason.

What sights had his eyes beheld since his departure with the linkers? A world as welcoming as this? An entirely different view must’ve greeted him.

She remembered what the moon looked like with it’s red hue, only having clouds where subterranean heat evaporated water.

Obviously the Orion’s home planet was different than that moon, but still she imagined it similarly.

As she stared at the crafts entering the atmosphere the face of her granddaughter popped to mind. The young woman hadn’t had a name. Or did she? At least she knew of none.

“Sir?” Lucy looked up from her console, she was the only one who hadn’t been watching the main screen. “We have company.”

Immediately everyone stared back on their own panels, screens and instruments. Following their example Nye looked at the Display in Deans station. “It is of unknown design, but based on what we know about the linkers, it’s them.” Chief of security Ben Toryama stated. Not hearing Dean say that they probably just were seeing them off, Nye touched the display. She liked to think that Jason was on that ship. And her granddaughter. “I’m here.” She whispered, unheard by the others in the command centre. “Open a channel.” She lifted her head. Confirming her order by looking at Dean, the communication officer did so after the Admiral nodded in approval.

“I do not know if you are on this ship my son, or you my granddaughter, but I do know that what makes you, you, is somewhere in that collective consciousness.” Biting back a choking sob Nye wiped away the tears from her eyes. “I soon will be landing on the planet. Probably I soon will be dying. All that I wish for now that we have arrived at our destination, is to see my family again. At least on a screen.”

The face of a redhaired young man appeared on the screen. “We regret to inform you that the biological,” he paused, cleared his throat, “that the people you are referring to, are not aboard this vessel. Your request is taken under consideration regardless.” The transmission ended.

Barely daring to take a look at the old woman’s face Dean turned, found a broad smile on the old woman’s face. “I believe I at least will refeive a picture.” She mused, heaving herself out of the chair.

On that occasion she told the Admiral it was too comfortable, he, or his successor should replace it with one you stayed alert in.

Nye was sunken in thought as she left the command centre, not hearing the chatter amongst the crew.

Walking more like a remote controlled robot Nye wandered through the hallways, sat down in a cab after reaching the tube entry. She exited at the entrance to the gardens where Jacob had taken her on their first date.

Following their path back then, she wandered the garden. I wish you were here, my love. Since that first day she had been granted access to the garden, much had changed. In that year there was only enough fruit for a raffle. Two years later there had been enough for everyone.

They had children. Later those were allowd to play in the garden.

A cat rushed over the path, it was pressed down low.

Presumably it was hunting. Nye followed the cat with her eyes. After a few meters she lost track of it.

Longing for closure to Jason and his family, Nye continued her walk, sunken in memories of her family when her children were young.

“They just sit there and watch. Are they studying us like we studied the natives, or are they evaluating our threat, or prospecting conquest?” Ben Toryama mumbled, staring at the small image of the linker ship. It still kept its distance. Didn’t move away, didn’t send any messages that Explorer could read.

Nothing.

“It’s just like the Harpies. If they wanted us dead, we’d be dead. If they wanted to force their link upon us, we’d all be part of that collective. Nothing we could do about it.” Dean replied, his face rested on his left hand.

“First wave has successfully touched down.” Communication officer stated. Dean turned away from his chief of security. “Put ’em through.”

“Admiral! It was a bumpy ride, but we’ve made it all in one piece, guiding trajectories worked perfectly. We have successfully touched down in our allotted spots.” Came the voice of a man from the speakers. Dean knew him only briefly, he once had been a pilot who was trained on earth for reentry.

During the last two years he had trained others in simulators, but Dean hadn’t been part of those classes. “Glad to hear Colonel. We’ll send the second wave soon. How’s the air?”

“Nice and fresh, nothing compared to what we’ve been breathing on that ship of yours. There are scents I can’t even begin to describe, and there is wind!” There was almost a boyish ring to the Colonel’s voice as he mentioned the wind.

“Keep the doors open, second wave will be down soon.” He neglected to tell him about the ship that was shadowing the Explorer. If their sensors hadn’t detected it, there was no reason to concern the people on the surface. With a nod Dean gave Lucy the order to let the second wave move on out.