Lost?

I swear it said “Take a left turn”, not “Cross the ocean.”

Yes, that’s all for today. A lame joke.

We had visited the garden expo in Tulln (Austria) last weekend. I’m sure there’s a lot of stuff to see there, to make blog posts for the next two weeks, if not the entire month. But my son was glued to the playground.
No changing his mind.
None.

Hence, this is all… Well, almost. But that’s a rant for another day.

Take care,
A.

Rings of Fate S2xE4 – Horizon – Confrontations (pt.5)

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​”All hands, battlestations! We have incoming.” 

These words caused immense chaos on the ship, hurrying down hallways, civilians and military personnel went to shelters close to the center of the ship, in their quarters, or barracks. Weapons were handed out. 

Wesley Smith sat down in a small cabin. “I never hoped this would be necessary.” Some tricky engineer had built a few small fighters for space combat. Fueled by methane from the sewage treatment facilities on the ship. Inertia should keep them at Horizon’s speed, otherwise they’d be lost in space. 

“Their weaponsystems are running hot.” The voice of his daughter came through the intercom. As the leader of the fighter squadron, all voluntary veteran pilots, Wesley started preflight. “Alright boys and girls, this will not be pretty. Get ready to meet these Bastards in the hell we’ll inflict on them!” 

He kept his ignitors hot, but dared not waste a single drop of methane yet. 

“They’re targeting,” Joleen paused.
“each other.” Surprised she glanced at the large view screen, which was split in the middle to view the ship approaching from the front and the one from the rear. With one leap Frederick rushed to her console. He punched in a code given from one Admiral to the next, and only known to the Governors as well, who in turn could never use it from their offices. Solomon had come up with it. 

“You armed the nukes!” Still stacked with the nuclear bombs used to propel the Horizon, in case they had to slow or pick up speed, Frederick hoped he would only have to deactivate them again. 

“Options?” He turned to her. “I can give you evasive to the sides, but slow down and we’ll hit our friends in the back, faster we crash those in front, so why did you” she didn’t finish her sentence, targeting programmes adjusted automatically.  

Frederick didn’t intend to slow down or speed up.

“They aren’t tactical nukes, but they’re all that we’ve got.” He wrinkled his forehead. 

“Picking up transmissions.” Fernanda didn’t look up from her console. “Can’t decipher it however. Joleen, care to try?” She looked over her shoulder to the first officer of the Horizon. Reluctantly, but still determined Joleen rushed to the communication panel. 

“We can’t waste time for their chatter, patch the translator through here!” Still staying at Joleen’s post the Admiral yelled, nodding Joleen did what he wanted and signaled him when she had completed the task. 

“This is Admiral Frederick Doherty from the Horizon. We request you leave us in peace. Please respond.” 

Agonising moments of silence passed with no reaction. “There is your reply sir.” All in the command centre watched their instruments in horror as the ship in front of the Horizon also targeted them, im addition to the other Harpy vessel. 

With a few button presses Frederick replied in kind, all forward facing ray guns had been locked at the Harpy ship, the release port for the propulsion nukes on the forward facing dish were opened. “You have the capacity to annihilate us, but it will not be without a,” he couldn’t add the word fight as a massive energy blast struck the harpy vessel’s weapon systems. 

“Where did that come from?” A swarm of small vessels disengaged from the forward lying ship, they maneuvered around it like a cloud. “Standard procedure in case the shielding fails.” The computerised voice of Hylias translator informed them. Solomon stood behind the Harpy, two security guards escorting her. 

Another engy blast undid a large portion of the small vessels. “That is not Harpy weaponry!” Joleen yelled, although they had not been hit, an atone symphony of alarms and notifications from various systems filled the command centre. 

Discharges from the Harpy vessel in their back joined the unknown source of fire, first disabling, then destroying the ship. 

The Horizon was shaken badly in the shock wave of the final explosion, and the debris of the harpy vessel hitting the hull.

“I want to know who just destroyed them!” Yelling over the noises Frederick had reached a stress level previously unknown to him. Although plagued by his loss and arthritis Solomon hurried to his side, deactivating the nukes before they went off inside the ship. 
“Sir, there!” Joleen enhanced a section of the view screen, a weirdly shaped object hurtled towards them. 

“Parts of it read as,” pausing in irritation Joleen took another scan. “Pods from Explorer and the Ark1?” 

Stunned Frederick stumbled to his chair, Solomon sat down at Joleen’s post. “Confirm that.” 

“I already did. It is parts from Explorer and an Ark1 remnant.”

The oddly shaped vessel closed in on the Horizon fast. Seeing as they dispatched of the other Harpy vessel with ease the one ship that had moved up from behind the Horizon retreated to a greater distance, weapon systems were powered down, but the shielding was maintained. “I didn’t read the reports from Explorer these days, but the headline of one was suggesting that they had trouble with the Ark1 at one point.” In a mix of relief from the avoided all out battle with the Harpys and renewed tension concerning the weird Ark1 ship, Frederick was left to gasp for air. 

The atone symphony of alarms and notifications started a new, as the Ark1emitted a powerful signal to the Horizon. A squeek came from the dampening device in Joleen’s pocket, followed by her tossing it to the ground. A small cloud of smoke rose from it.

Both she and Hylia looked at each other, then at the view screen. “They’re hailing.” Joleen mumbled.

Lizard People

No not the elusive, shape-shifting creatures some conspiracy nuts blame for the supposed existence of the NWO. I’m talking about us. Humans. 

Someone once said that “homophobia” is a misnomer, that it is hatred, not fear, driving these people. 

Well, actually, it IS fear. 
Embedded in our very essence, buried so deep inside our make up, that it sits in the reptilian part of the brain, is the tribalism part. The one that fears things (and people) that (who) are different. 

Different skin color? Fear. 

Deformity? Fear. 

Homosexuality? Fear. 

Other language, religion, culture? Fear. 
We are a tribalistic bunch, and we act as such. To borrow a horrible quote of arbitrarily bunched up emotions “fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering”. (I’m not here to discuss semantics this time, because here it fits, oddly enough.)

Homophobia, Xenophobia, and what not else -phobia, IS aptly named. It’s fear fueling the hate, hate driving these people. It’s the lizard at the controls. 

But! 

It is not restricted to the politically right, it is also the left, the supposed libertarians, guilty of letting the lizard take the controls. Fear of vaccines, fear of science (like GMOs), fear of and hatred for progress/change/diversity in all ways – it is our human nature, our lizard nature. 

We do not understand this stuff / these people, which frightens us, thus we hate it/them. Out of fear. 

Overcoming this lizard brain thing isn’t easy, but us having achieved what we have achieved this far, I think it is not impossible. We overcame other embedded programming of our animalistic ancestry. Why not this one too? 
So. In closing, we must not fear, except fear itself. Let us overcome our lizard, and shut the lizard people out of the control centre. 

Tolerance and understanding.

Take care, A.

Rings of Fate S2xE4 – Horizon – Confrontations (pt.4)

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​Sitting at the Admiral’s desk in the little office he called his den, Joleen again felt nervous, she had every confidence in her plan, but doubted that the Admiral would have confidence in her. Meanwhile it had been confirmed that both she, her sister and her parents had the implant. As did her neffpew and niece.

Good thing I’m not interested in procreation. She thought when receiving the news. There were not enough handheld emitters available, so her sister and her children had been confined to their quarters. 

“Environmental department concurs with your idea.” Frederick pinched the base of his nose, as he put down the tablet. Although he had grown up using glasses he had started disusing them. Notifications of all sorts just popped up on the HUD, you couldn’t get away from it. Unless you took them off, and transferred business to a tablet computer. 

“But you’re having reservations, since it came from me.” 

“No!” Was he too quick with his dismissal? “No.” Slowly he blinked a few times, “I don’t know where to look for the Harpy vessel. Sub alpha where you are, beta, where your family is? Subgamma where the main reactor is located and guarantees total annihilation if the ship is detonated?”

Joleen understood his dilemma. She had worked up the plan and knew that they didn’t have a lot of dust to spare. Enough for one, perhaps two attempts. “We need to figure out who the Harpy was tuning in to.” 

“Me.” Joleen said, filled with a certainty that sounded narcissistic, even to herself. “Not because I’m the brightest of the listening posts, but because I’m in the command centre. I’m posing the most valuable of the information sources. Stay close to me, and you stay close to tactical information.” 

As always her reasoning was flawless, convinced the Admiral nodded. “You have a go.”

“One thing sir, we should probably fake some information and transmit it on the frequency of the implant.” Stunned Frederick looked at her with an intense gaze. Could they even mimic the information? It was data extracted from thought patterns. “If you can, prepare something and have it on my desk in the morning.”
A faint, but constantly repetitive beep, kept Solomon awake. It was also a sign that his dear friend was still alive. Although he took comfort from that, and dozed off for a few minutes every now and then, he always had nightmares of the beep ending, or going erratic, which woke him again. 

“That smart girl is going to try spraying some dirt at the Harpy that destroyed our long range.” He found himself spilling the news to his comatose friend. “And you lie here sleeping through it, remember when we first met them in the tube? You wouldn’t have slept through that!” 

Earlier that day Joleen had paid a visit as well. In order to thank the doctor for the help he provided to her mother during her time on Ericsson, and to see if he was better. She had told the former Admiral that she could’ve used Johannes’ help on creating a false transmission to the Harpy, but had to abandon the plan since he was way more experienced in the field. 

“I’m certain they’re recording that great event for posterity, I’ll be sure to watch the reruns.” Faint but not lacking his old wits and humor, Johannes whimpered more than he spoke. 

“You’re awake!” As before in Hylias presence Solomon got up too fast for his joints liking. This time he heeded the pain and sat back down. “That’s great! And we can watch the news feed here.” Solomon winked. 

“I need help, not news, man.” Once again Solomon got up, slower that time, and hurried to get a nurse. 

“I don’t know what got you, but it’s good to see you are recovering from it.” Smiling he sat down, noticing only then that there was no beeping. 

“Joe? Don’t do this to me. Don’t die!” Tears welded up in his eyes. “Don’t, please don’t, ” they started flowing down his cheeks. 

Finally the nurse arrived, she checked the equipment, felt Johannes’ pulse. Then she shook her head. “He’s dead, sir.” 

Overwhelmed and devastated Solomon let his head sink, he started sobbing uncontrollably. His close friend had gone.
In silence the dust streamed from the sub alpha ring, influenced by all the media she had watched, Joleen heard a soft ringing noise in her imagination as she watched the life feed from the whiskers. Most of the crew in the command centre did probably.

“There!” Tactical officer Uma Hotchkins exclaimed, within moments she had the guns aligned to the gap in the dust band around sub alpha, just waiting for Frederick’s command to fire.

A discharge from the aft section of Horizon hit the gap before the Admiral could give the command, only a fraction of a second later the gap exploded in a bright ball of fire and light. There was a slight shock wave, but the buffer zone caught most of it, so naught more than a slight rumble echoed through the ship. 

“I did not fire that!” 

Joleen was faster than Uma’s reaction, the video feed changed to the back of the ship. Another harpy vessel had decloaked, the weapons emitter still hot from the fired shot, but otherwise sensors reported that the weaponsystems were powering down. 

“Reading a massive ship.” Again it was Uma, Joleen read the same data, simply adjusted the whiskers. “I’m reading a second one.” She sighed. 

Frederick felt a knot in his stomach. 

Hologram Universe / Ancestor Simulation 

​”There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. 

There is another theory which states that this had already happened.”

-Douglas Adams, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
The most abused principle of recent times is the anthropic principle. Stating that the universe exists in the way it does in order to be compatible with sapient observers within it. We, the observers, exist because the universe is the way it is. But, and this is the error some make when interpreting this principle, it does not mean that we, sapient observers, MUST exist, because the universe is that way. Pretty much everything out there is hostile to higher developed forms of life such as us. Yet, we’re here, so the physics, chemistry and other boundaries, allow for beings such as us to arise out of the murky sludge that once sloshed around on our planet. But it does not mean that the universe is tailor made for us.

Recently the question arose whether we live in a hologram, an ancestor simulation. Devised by some aliens to study their ancestors through a realistic simulation of “primitive” beings. 

Will we ever find out if we do live in such a simulation? 

Unless the aliens live in a simulation themselves and want to study their ancestors, no. Once the simulated beings figure out they’re living in a simulation, they stop being an accurate simulation. If the simulator (aka computer) interferes with the simulation, your data is crap. Toss it all out and start new. Perhaps you have a save-file from before they found out that can be incorporated in the new, and better, simulation, and you won’t have to start from scratch.※ (Hence the Douglas Adams quote at the top)

No matter how good we get at science, no matter what secrets we uncover, this question will at best be answered with a strong and resounding no, or at worst always be “who knows?”…

Take care, 

A.
※ me personally, I would let them keep their discoveries and load them into the new simulation WITH their knowledge, just to fuck with them. But then again, I’m a shit god. 

PS, perhaps the universe is an ancestor simulation tailor made for the tardigrade? Think about it. It can survive pretty much anything the universe throws at it. Radiation, exposure, heat, cold, vacuum – fuck it. This thing keeps on living. We are just a weird fluke in the system, and someday we’ll discover a planet populated by highly evolved tardigrade people, living the tardigradopic principle.

Rings of Fate S2xE4 – Horizon – Confrontations (pt.3)

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Personally the former Admiral escorted Hylia back to her quarters. “Beware.” She groweld, the first human word she ever produced. It was impossible for her to speak any human tongue, mimicking the sound was hard on her throat and tongue. 

Alarmed Solomon looked around, other than the guards there was no one around. “Leave us.” He hissed at the two men, sparking protest the very same moment, but he dismissed it. From his pocket he produced one pair of glasses. He hated them, but they were reasonably small, so he took them with him instead of a clunky tablet. 

“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand your language that well.” He explained, bowing down to her face. 

“The first officer is a listening post.” She explained that she had her implant deactivated, every few moments it tried to activate once she had gotten away from the dampening field, she turned it off right away every time. But at one point she caught the frequency of another implant.

In Joleen. 

“She was born on Horizon, how” Solomon paused. He squinted his eyes. “Her parents were the Ericsson survivors, they got intercepted and implanted, and there is an implant in her too. Right?” 

In accordance with the humans customs Hylia nodded. Cursing Solomon got up, faster than he should, immediately his joints protested, but he ignored the searing pain. “Come on, you need to get back.” He urged her on, but Hylia portested. “I believe I made a grave mistake. The patriachy ship will be here, around the sub alpha ring.” 

He had figured as much, thanked her anyway. 
Haunched over his desk Frederick studied various ways on how to detect the enemy vessel. If you hit it, you’ll know. These words haunted him.

Various sections of the ship had been tasked to come up with solutions to the cloaked vessel orbiting them. 

A notorious beep woke him from thought, glad for the distraction he turned around, opening the door remotely with his glasses. 

“Admiral! Come on in.” Despite him being the Admiral now Frederick still greeted Solomon like he was the commanding officer. There had been an Admiral between the two, but he had died of a heart attack during a Harpy attack. “What brings you to my den?” Complimenting the older man in, Frederick also offered some water, which Solomon thankfully denied. “Your first officer brings me here.”

“What about Joleen? She is a bit awkward, but high intelligence comes at a cost, you know?”

Gently Solomon shook his head. “That isn’t the issue. Hylia thinks she is a listening device. Or rather, has one implanted in her.” Before Frederick could rebut Solomon carefully explained the suspicion uttered by the elderly Harpy.

Devastated Frederick sat down, he produced a small bottle of alcohol, legal only on the Horizon, and again offered his predecessor a drink, this time Solomon gladly accepted. 

“I suggest dampening field.” Solomon eagerly swallowed the drink. It had been some time since he had one. 

“Should I confine her to her quarters too?” Clearly enraged Frederick raised his voice, caught himself midrage, and tried excusing himself, but Solomon’s understanding expression stopped him. “Raise a dempening field around her workplace, explain her the situation and as far as I know her, she’ll build a portable dampening device herself.” He winked. Thanking him for the drink Solomon got up, halfway to the door he stopped and turned around to Frederick. “And I suggest you look for the Harpy around sub alpha. And dampen Joleen’s parents and sister as well.”

Nodding Frederick thanked his predecessor for the advice and got up too. “Your lead taught me well, I know to dampen them as well.” Both men knew that the suggestion to look around subalpha came from Hylia, but Solomon didn’t want to admit it, and Frederick didn’t want to embarrass the old Admiral. 
Glum Solomon sat at the table, lunch wasn’t the same without Johannes. Oleksandra, Johannes’ wife, had informed him that the good doctor had in fact not fallen asleep, but slipped into a comatose state. She told him why, but he couldn’t remember for the life of him. Medical terms, and issues, were as alien to him as the next thing. 

“Mind if I take a seat?” The words directed at him were spoken with a distance to them, just as if he had tried to say what was troubling Johannes. “Sure, sit.” He leaned back studying the woman. Joleen had never showed any interest in company, unless it was for professional reasons, why did she want to sit there with him?

“I must thank you for relying the information about the implant in my brain to the Admiral. I don’t know how much information could have been gleaned through me otherwise.” Or how much they have already gained. She showed him a ddvice that looked like a cellphone. Not that anyone in Joleen’s generation knew what a cellphone was. With the press of a button she activated the diaplay, it was emitting a dampening field. 

Just as he had suspected.

“I figure, since I am not connected permanently, or in a two way communication line, the suppression field emitted during the DEHuman cleansing didn’t have any effect on me or my parents?” 

“Ask that our permanent house guest.” Solomon smiled gently. Joleen nodded. “Do you think it possible that my intellect has arisen from said implant? All my life I sometimes asked myself why I have been given that high an IQ.” 

Sighing Solomon kept his eyebrows risen as he reached for the water on his table. “You do have a sibling, a sister, if memory serves? Does she show signs of high intelligence?” Nodding with his words Joleen finally shook her head. “Britney does not.” There was a hint of relief in her words, but also one of disappointment. 

Figuring that she both loved and loathed her gifted mind, she must have pinned her hopes and fears on the implant. 

“Sir, you know the Horizon better than most,” Joleen shuffled in her seat, nervously, “it is my conviction that we can do without some of our dust.”

All of Horizon was a closed system. Everything found a second purpose, everything got recycled. “You have turned the outter most sections of the rings into a giant buffer zone, uninhabited for the most parts. We could jettison dust out and see where it disappears in the harpy cloak. Not hightech, I admit, and I think you would expect more from me, but,”

Solomon had raised his hand. “I think you’re right, but please take it up with the Admiral. I’m retired.” 

Mother’s day 2017

Been to a gift shop, found these “innocent” party masks. 

I have seen that movie. Those three are going to have their way with a woman in an all night ravaging orgy. 

So, there’s a gift idea for this Sunday’s mother’s day 2017: If you don’t know mommies three “best friends”, just give her these masks, she’ll make good use of them. 

Crappy Mother’s day, and if you get a new sibling in February, and your mommy calls them an animal name like rabbit, deer or teddy/bear – you’ll know more than you ever wanted…