Archive for October, 2018

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.

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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.