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SO LONG AND THANKS FOR ALL THE DEBT (Termination Shock Quest)
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samdamandias
Apprentice Plane Wizard
@Parzival95 you appear to have left off the other two skills.
I think you're going for Piloting x3, but right now you only have Piloting x1 and nothing else.
I think you're going for Piloting x3, but right now you only have Piloting x1 and nothing else.
]X] Plan: Might be too late...
-[X] Latz - girl "history" nerd
-[X] Robyn - boy, work leader & cool dude
-[X] Gilgamesh - girl, last prole born on Earth and the only person who has ever actually met an exhuman in a 900 kilometer radius
-[X] Quin - girl, irreverent pansexual menace
-[X] "...best tech we know!" (you can fix machines)
-[X] x2 "...the best pilot we know!" (you can fly a shuttle -> you can fly a spaceship)
Feels like a pretty good spread of skills and personalities.
I like the idea of being a pilot and being able to keep our flying machine working is an important skill for any pilot.
Also, tie-breaker approval voting for:
[X] Anything plan that includes Quin
I just want Quin in our squad. I can work with anything else.
EDIT: Yup, definitely too late
but happy with the plan that won.
-[X] Latz - girl "history" nerd
-[X] Robyn - boy, work leader & cool dude
-[X] Gilgamesh - girl, last prole born on Earth and the only person who has ever actually met an exhuman in a 900 kilometer radius
-[X] Quin - girl, irreverent pansexual menace
-[X] "...best tech we know!" (you can fix machines)
-[X] x2 "...the best pilot we know!" (you can fly a shuttle -> you can fly a spaceship)
Feels like a pretty good spread of skills and personalities.
I like the idea of being a pilot and being able to keep our flying machine working is an important skill for any pilot.
Also, tie-breaker approval voting for:
[X] Anything plan that includes Quin
I just want Quin in our squad. I can work with anything else.
EDIT: Yup, definitely too late
but happy with the plan that won.
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0.3: The Big Event
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"...the best pilot we got," Mesh said, nodding as she looked at you. You grinned at her. Gilgamesh was named after one of Mexico's greatest painters, and she was also the only person here who had actually been born on Earth. She had been the last prole on the planet, before the Exies finally evicted her family on the grounds of...to be honest, they hadn't actually said. That Earthican upbringing meant she was a bit shorter, a bit stockier, and a lot stronger than everyone else.
"How is that gonna help us?" Latz asked. "There's killbots from here to Deimos!"
Latz had six pairs of glasses - she kept extras in various pouches, and one of those pairs was currently locked onto her face with bits of tape. Her skin was nut brown, her hair was cherry red, and she was looking a lot more panicky than usual. Latz was the girl who had once calmly handled her suit venting on a school field trip! She had been six sols! That was how calm Latz was.
"It'll be fine," Katt said, her helmet having cat ears built into it. "We send Rattie out first, and while they're shooting at her, we sneak somewhere safe."
Haa...
Katts.
What a joker.
"I'm not joking," Katts said, grinning at you through her faceplate.
Ahhh.
Katts.
What a JOKER.
As you tried to psychically beam this at her, Quinn spoke up. "Should we even try and run? Maybe we should...pretend to be...dead?" She asked, nervously. "Like, how smart can the killbots be?"
"They're running on subwave enhanced superbright computer systems soooo..." Katts weighed her hands.
"Hey, if I was super intelligent, I wouldn't go around killing people!" Quinn snapped, spinning to face Katts, her blond hair bobbing in her helmet. "I'd be getting laid in new and inventive ways!"
"Maybe this is their form of getting laid!" you said, still concussed.
"Quiet Rattie," everyone said at once. You nodded. This was a fair statement. You stepped away as the conversation bounced back and forth from ideas. You were a bit too focused on the window - and as you walked to it and peered out at the flat clearing of reddish rustlike sand that spread out and out and out and out. Smoke rose in the distance and then glittering silver shone out there. You blinked, then focused, then blinked a few more times, and...the wavering view you had snapped into focus as you found your throat seizing up. The Killbots had arrived.
It seemed the most efficient way to kill humans was, according to superbright intelligences from beyond Uranus, a sleekly curved, kinda hex shaped vehicle on a set of tank treads. Their armor was sloped and glittery to bounce off shells and beams, and they had a very low, very flat turret with a blunt barrel sticking from it. One barrel winked with orange-white light and a second later, a militia bunker turned into a small mushroom cloud. The ground quivered under your feet as you gabbled. "Uhh, guys! Bots! Bots!"
"We know, Rattie!" Everyone said.
The Killbots drove closer.
And your brain...settled on the fact.
"So, this is it," you whispered. "We're going to die."
A Killbot parked about fifty meters away from you and your fatalistic acceptance transmutated instantly into panicky fear. You didn't want to die! You didn't! You did NOT! You flailed and started swearing under your breath. "Oh Elon, Oh Elon, Oh Elon!" You stepped back, tensed, readying to fling yourself away from the window...when the Killbot exploded.
"Guys!"
The others didn't even look your way.
The turret flipped into the air, then slowly came down, belching smoke. The other Kilbots swung around - their beam turrets aiming off to the right! Weaponry started hitting them...and what weapons! You saw a beam of glittering purple light that wound in a shimmering helix before it impacted on the side of a Killbot, turning it into a smear of bubbling cherry red slag. You saw bubbles that floated through the air until they intersected with a bot...and then the bubble popped and the bot looked as if someone had taken a huge bite out of it, leaving machinery exposed like it was one of those books that shows the inner guts of a machine on display. You saw glowing green darts of metal that shot through bots and hit the ground before exploding with sprays of white fire. You saw black strobes, white strobes, pulses of orange fire, a crackling whip of pure electricity.
You saw so much weird shit in a few seconds that you were pretty sure you were just hallucinating. Did concussions causes hallucinations?
Well.
If it was a hallucination, it was a hallucination that was causing killbots to explode at a delightful rate!
"Guys!" you said, unable to tear your eyes from the window.
Your friends kept ignoring you. Then...
Then...
Then you saw one of your saviors breaking cover.
"GUYS!" You reached back, grabbing onto Quinn's arm and yanking at her. "GUYS!"
"Be quiet Rattie!" Mesh said, sounding vexed beyond all rational niceness.
But then you yanked and dragged Quinn over and the others stepped to follow - and everyone was very, very, very quiet.
The savior who had broken cover looked like someone had put a jellybean in a space suit. A dog sized jellybean, with bright green skin and three eyes, each of them covered by its own specialized goggle, each one oval shaped and glowing red. The jellybean's suit had two haunch-legs like a rabbit, and two other arms. But they weren't on the shoulders. One was on the chest, one was on the back. The chest sleeve was less of a sleeve and more of a tube that pressurized an area up to the, oh, uh, six or seven centimeter blade of gleaming bone, like a raptor claw. The back sleeve was pressurized all the way up to the horseshoe like gripper that was holding onto what looked like a bundle of snot.
"...are you all seeing that?" you asked.
The jellybean bounded over a small rock, landed - and one of the killbots turned out to be more alive than expected. The treads whirred and spun it around as a secondar weapon extruded from the front. The jellybean rolled with outstanding alacrity as the secondary gun started stuttering. Slugs kicked up red dust as the snot glowed red and then a soap bubble spat from it, wobbled, then hit the killbot, ripping it entirely in half.
"WOOOHOOO!" Katt screamed.
"You don't even know what it is!" Latz whispered.
"Whoooooooo gives a shit!" Katt said, laughing.
"She's got a point!" Mesh said as the jellybean turned - seeing you four. It waved its chest-mounted stabber in a...back? Gesture? You backed away from the window, pushing everyone else back. They all stepped away and once you were away from the window, the jellybean aimed its snot at you and pulled the snot equivalent of a trigger. A soap bubble wobbled and wibbled towards the corridor wall and then...POP! You had a big easy circular hole to walk through. The critter tucked its chest mounted blade against its chest, turning the blade so it didn't point at you, then wobbled its whole body and sprang right for you. Everyone screamed - but the jellybean landed right before you.
"...we come in peace!" You said.
"Rattie!" Quinn hissed.
The Jellybean, up close, had like, four mandible lookin' things on its mouth, which looked as complicated and wriggly as fingers. They punched at buttons under the helmet it wore - and then a collar mounted gemstone on its suit (which was bright pink, you felt you had to note at this point) glowed.
It projected almost exactly the last thing you expected to see.
Specifically, it projected the The Terminator, one of the historical toks about the 1880s. The Tok was actually about sixty seconds long - you'd seen it so many times, with the slow build up to Blond Girl (the main character) as The Commurussian Terminator aimed his big freaking gun at her innocent American head. Yeah, well, this jellybean skipped most of the tok and went right to Rex Colt, the guy everyone agrees represented the American middle class in the 1980s.
Specifically, it played him grabbing Blond Girl and saying: "Come with me, if you want to live."
It looped.
"Come with me, if you want to live."
Killbots on the horizon, rolling overhead. These were supported by drone chevrons. One chevron was hit with what had to be a X-beam from the color and hue. The drone sheered in half and crashed. More jellybeans, in eye searing pink, green, yellow and blue, sprinted from cover to cover, peppering the other killbots with exotic weapons fire.
"Come with me, if you want to live."
You tore your eyes up to the sky.
The skies were full of new stars.
And each star was...was...
"Are those..." Latz whispered.
"Come with me, if you want to live."
Spaceships were screaming through the atmosphere.
Not killbot drop pods.
Spaceships.
Alien. Spaceships. Hundreds of them. Thousands of them. You saw a ship that looked like a soaring conch shell. You saw a four pronged rocket with a bulbous tip. You saw an egg that you swore was tiny until you realized the wreathing smoke around it indicated the scale and the scale had to be Olympus Freakin' Mons, because it just kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger. Space wasn't just filled with ships, though. There were X-beams and railgun slugs and exploding killbot ships and wreckage. Three ships parked themselves right near Scottland and...
"Come with me, if you want to live."
"Well, who the fuck are we waiting for!" You exclaimed. "COME ON!"
You ducked and stumbled forward, your friends following after as whipping bullets whined overhead. The jellybean that was leading you gestured you forward and played some other Toks - all clips of humans. "Come on! Lets go! Lets go! You can-" The tok shifted. "You can do it! Come on!" You ducked even lower and ran all shuffle hunched. A beam scythed along the ground, filling the air with molten slag, but you kept running. Behind you, you could hear Quinn's squeaks and Katt's muttered 'ah tesla tesla tesla' and Latz muttered 'pudra fuck fuck fuck fuck!' You were praying to every god from McDonalds to Athena when you finally, finally, got to the gangplank of a ship.
An alien gestured you forward.
The alien was not a jellybean.
You were seeing your second alien!
This alien was...a...well, you wanted to say they were a dump truck crossed with a pool floatie. Tube shaped. Big. Covered in writhing tentacles. It was speaking in a strangely human tone - but it wasn't using Toks or clips, it was just speaking, and the voice came from a huge torque wrapped around its midsection. "Take fartalk phone we good unlimited date plan Britanty Spears, happy campers love fartalk phones! Do not smell the colors! Campers hurry!"
You think their translation had bugs.
However, what it passed you as you came rushing onto the ship was a rectangular brick, about the size of a data tablet. It had a glossy black face and seemed nice and weighty. Each of you got one as you saw that the ship was being stuffed with humans in suits, some with just breathers, all of them looking stunned.
The jellybean who had escorted you played a tok of The Two Arms. The hands clapsed together and a jovial voice said: "Pushing too many papers!" The arms flexed and the jellybean squirbled at you cheerfully, then turned and scampered off.
To your surprise, the rectangle you had been given glowed to life. Shimmering text appeared on it.
Humanese text.
It read...
"IT WAS A PLEASURE TO KILL FOR YOU, NEW BIPED."
You blinked. "Pleasure's all mine."
And then you did the most logical thing in the universe.
You took a nap.
And, thus, slept through every single human being on Mars being spacelifted off the planet by a multispecies alliance. You slept through Gracious Predation and Glorious Death going up against seven killbot space platforms at once and emerging, bleeding oxygen and crew into space, victorious with smoldering hulks behind. You slept through the worldship, The Killing Blade of Pure Affection yanking the entirety of Olympus Dome out of the ground with her tractor-lifters and flying into orbits moment before the final strategem of the killbots was enacted and the monoswarm started to turn everything into undifferentiated gray glop. You slept through the five hundred million G burn to .99C that whisked the fleet to the edge of SOL space.
You missed your first quasijump...becuaes you were taking a nap.
The hatchroom door opened and a jellybean came into the room. It...might have been the same one who had saved you on Mars, but without its suit, you couldn't tell. Without the suit, you saw that there were some definite similarities between the jellybean and the Boddhisatva of Cuteness on your lap. Both had the same leg structures (though Boddie lacked the unsettlingly stabby forward mounted limb), and they both had the same eye structure. The jellybean's skin was glossy like a frog rather than soft and fluffy, and it had manipulator mandibles around its mouth area, annnnnnd it...also was carrying a similar black rectangle as to the one the big...tube guy had given you.
You looked around and saw your little rectangle. You picked it up, and spoke into it. "Good morning!"
Your rectangle chirruped and made a multi-tonal sound. The jellybean's sides opened, revealing that it had gill-like slits along its haunches. The gills sang. They sang like the jellybean was a four person jazzercet quartet and the singing tones intermingled together and the rectangle in your hand turned that into Humanese: "Good morning, biped! Sorry about mess, I didn't realize I'd left a snack here."
"A sna-" you started.
The stabber arm thrust forward with blinding speed. The adorable little critter let out a shockingly human scream of agony, pain and fear as blood gushed onto your chest and face. Its head went into the jellybean's mouth first, which opened wide to reveal very, very sharp teeth. It CRUNCHED down hard and the Boddhisatva of Cuteness twitched its legs spasmodically. It let out one last gurgle, blood gushing from its chubby body, dripping down the jellybean's chin, smearing across its body.
CRUNCH.
CRUNCH.
Slurpsurlsurpslrusrplsrup.
Burp.
"Sorry, did you want that?" The jellybean asked in a multitonal sing song.
You trembled in the bed. "...nah..." you croaked. "I'm good."
The room you were in quivered.
"Ah, we're here," the jellybean said, and walked to the wall, tapping it with its mandibles. The wall shimmered and flickered and then showed space beyond.
You got out of your jelly bed, covered in blood, still naked, and clutched your translating box to your chest.
---
Where have you arrived?
[ ] a massive amalgamation of what looks like chewing gum that has been chewed, then spat out, then stretched into a million different direction. Some bits are blown up with bubbles, yes, but most of it is just stringy bits of chewing gum. ...wait...tiny nodule there? That's the spaceship that was the size of Olympus Mons! ...that means...that this space station...is...really...really...REALLY big.
[ ] A planet! It's...brown. Brown poles. Brown clouds. Brown continents. Brown oceans. Brown mountains. Brown moon. Hell, even the star it is orbiting seems kinda brownish to you. Buuuut you can see what looks like city lights on the nightside. Very humanish looking city lights?
[ ] A gigantic metal sphere that encapsulates a kind of...a...a kind of a...a kinda of a...of a...of....of...of...your brain actually locks up as you see what is clearly CLEARLY a black hole. That is a black hole. It bends light like a black hole. It is a black hole. That is a space station built around an entire black hole! That is A BLACK HOLE, BUILT AROUND (Rattie screams internally for 5 minutes)
"How is that gonna help us?" Latz asked. "There's killbots from here to Deimos!"
Latz had six pairs of glasses - she kept extras in various pouches, and one of those pairs was currently locked onto her face with bits of tape. Her skin was nut brown, her hair was cherry red, and she was looking a lot more panicky than usual. Latz was the girl who had once calmly handled her suit venting on a school field trip! She had been six sols! That was how calm Latz was.
"It'll be fine," Katt said, her helmet having cat ears built into it. "We send Rattie out first, and while they're shooting at her, we sneak somewhere safe."
Haa...
Katts.
What a joker.
"I'm not joking," Katts said, grinning at you through her faceplate.
Ahhh.
Katts.
What a JOKER.
As you tried to psychically beam this at her, Quinn spoke up. "Should we even try and run? Maybe we should...pretend to be...dead?" She asked, nervously. "Like, how smart can the killbots be?"
"They're running on subwave enhanced superbright computer systems soooo..." Katts weighed her hands.
"Hey, if I was super intelligent, I wouldn't go around killing people!" Quinn snapped, spinning to face Katts, her blond hair bobbing in her helmet. "I'd be getting laid in new and inventive ways!"
"Maybe this is their form of getting laid!" you said, still concussed.
"Quiet Rattie," everyone said at once. You nodded. This was a fair statement. You stepped away as the conversation bounced back and forth from ideas. You were a bit too focused on the window - and as you walked to it and peered out at the flat clearing of reddish rustlike sand that spread out and out and out and out. Smoke rose in the distance and then glittering silver shone out there. You blinked, then focused, then blinked a few more times, and...the wavering view you had snapped into focus as you found your throat seizing up. The Killbots had arrived.
It seemed the most efficient way to kill humans was, according to superbright intelligences from beyond Uranus, a sleekly curved, kinda hex shaped vehicle on a set of tank treads. Their armor was sloped and glittery to bounce off shells and beams, and they had a very low, very flat turret with a blunt barrel sticking from it. One barrel winked with orange-white light and a second later, a militia bunker turned into a small mushroom cloud. The ground quivered under your feet as you gabbled. "Uhh, guys! Bots! Bots!"
"We know, Rattie!" Everyone said.
The Killbots drove closer.
And your brain...settled on the fact.
"So, this is it," you whispered. "We're going to die."
A Killbot parked about fifty meters away from you and your fatalistic acceptance transmutated instantly into panicky fear. You didn't want to die! You didn't! You did NOT! You flailed and started swearing under your breath. "Oh Elon, Oh Elon, Oh Elon!" You stepped back, tensed, readying to fling yourself away from the window...when the Killbot exploded.
"Guys!"
The others didn't even look your way.
The turret flipped into the air, then slowly came down, belching smoke. The other Kilbots swung around - their beam turrets aiming off to the right! Weaponry started hitting them...and what weapons! You saw a beam of glittering purple light that wound in a shimmering helix before it impacted on the side of a Killbot, turning it into a smear of bubbling cherry red slag. You saw bubbles that floated through the air until they intersected with a bot...and then the bubble popped and the bot looked as if someone had taken a huge bite out of it, leaving machinery exposed like it was one of those books that shows the inner guts of a machine on display. You saw glowing green darts of metal that shot through bots and hit the ground before exploding with sprays of white fire. You saw black strobes, white strobes, pulses of orange fire, a crackling whip of pure electricity.
You saw so much weird shit in a few seconds that you were pretty sure you were just hallucinating. Did concussions causes hallucinations?
Well.
If it was a hallucination, it was a hallucination that was causing killbots to explode at a delightful rate!
"Guys!" you said, unable to tear your eyes from the window.
Your friends kept ignoring you. Then...
Then...
Then you saw one of your saviors breaking cover.
"GUYS!" You reached back, grabbing onto Quinn's arm and yanking at her. "GUYS!"
"Be quiet Rattie!" Mesh said, sounding vexed beyond all rational niceness.
But then you yanked and dragged Quinn over and the others stepped to follow - and everyone was very, very, very quiet.
The savior who had broken cover looked like someone had put a jellybean in a space suit. A dog sized jellybean, with bright green skin and three eyes, each of them covered by its own specialized goggle, each one oval shaped and glowing red. The jellybean's suit had two haunch-legs like a rabbit, and two other arms. But they weren't on the shoulders. One was on the chest, one was on the back. The chest sleeve was less of a sleeve and more of a tube that pressurized an area up to the, oh, uh, six or seven centimeter blade of gleaming bone, like a raptor claw. The back sleeve was pressurized all the way up to the horseshoe like gripper that was holding onto what looked like a bundle of snot.
"...are you all seeing that?" you asked.
The jellybean bounded over a small rock, landed - and one of the killbots turned out to be more alive than expected. The treads whirred and spun it around as a secondar weapon extruded from the front. The jellybean rolled with outstanding alacrity as the secondary gun started stuttering. Slugs kicked up red dust as the snot glowed red and then a soap bubble spat from it, wobbled, then hit the killbot, ripping it entirely in half.
"WOOOHOOO!" Katt screamed.
"You don't even know what it is!" Latz whispered.
"Whoooooooo gives a shit!" Katt said, laughing.
"She's got a point!" Mesh said as the jellybean turned - seeing you four. It waved its chest-mounted stabber in a...back? Gesture? You backed away from the window, pushing everyone else back. They all stepped away and once you were away from the window, the jellybean aimed its snot at you and pulled the snot equivalent of a trigger. A soap bubble wobbled and wibbled towards the corridor wall and then...POP! You had a big easy circular hole to walk through. The critter tucked its chest mounted blade against its chest, turning the blade so it didn't point at you, then wobbled its whole body and sprang right for you. Everyone screamed - but the jellybean landed right before you.
"...we come in peace!" You said.
"Rattie!" Quinn hissed.
The Jellybean, up close, had like, four mandible lookin' things on its mouth, which looked as complicated and wriggly as fingers. They punched at buttons under the helmet it wore - and then a collar mounted gemstone on its suit (which was bright pink, you felt you had to note at this point) glowed.
It projected almost exactly the last thing you expected to see.
Specifically, it projected the The Terminator, one of the historical toks about the 1880s. The Tok was actually about sixty seconds long - you'd seen it so many times, with the slow build up to Blond Girl (the main character) as The Commurussian Terminator aimed his big freaking gun at her innocent American head. Yeah, well, this jellybean skipped most of the tok and went right to Rex Colt, the guy everyone agrees represented the American middle class in the 1980s.
Specifically, it played him grabbing Blond Girl and saying: "Come with me, if you want to live."
It looped.
"Come with me, if you want to live."
Killbots on the horizon, rolling overhead. These were supported by drone chevrons. One chevron was hit with what had to be a X-beam from the color and hue. The drone sheered in half and crashed. More jellybeans, in eye searing pink, green, yellow and blue, sprinted from cover to cover, peppering the other killbots with exotic weapons fire.
"Come with me, if you want to live."
You tore your eyes up to the sky.
The skies were full of new stars.
And each star was...was...
"Are those..." Latz whispered.
"Come with me, if you want to live."
Spaceships were screaming through the atmosphere.
Not killbot drop pods.
Spaceships.
Alien. Spaceships. Hundreds of them. Thousands of them. You saw a ship that looked like a soaring conch shell. You saw a four pronged rocket with a bulbous tip. You saw an egg that you swore was tiny until you realized the wreathing smoke around it indicated the scale and the scale had to be Olympus Freakin' Mons, because it just kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger. Space wasn't just filled with ships, though. There were X-beams and railgun slugs and exploding killbot ships and wreckage. Three ships parked themselves right near Scottland and...
"Come with me, if you want to live."
"Well, who the fuck are we waiting for!" You exclaimed. "COME ON!"
You ducked and stumbled forward, your friends following after as whipping bullets whined overhead. The jellybean that was leading you gestured you forward and played some other Toks - all clips of humans. "Come on! Lets go! Lets go! You can-" The tok shifted. "You can do it! Come on!" You ducked even lower and ran all shuffle hunched. A beam scythed along the ground, filling the air with molten slag, but you kept running. Behind you, you could hear Quinn's squeaks and Katt's muttered 'ah tesla tesla tesla' and Latz muttered 'pudra fuck fuck fuck fuck!' You were praying to every god from McDonalds to Athena when you finally, finally, got to the gangplank of a ship.
An alien gestured you forward.
The alien was not a jellybean.
You were seeing your second alien!
This alien was...a...well, you wanted to say they were a dump truck crossed with a pool floatie. Tube shaped. Big. Covered in writhing tentacles. It was speaking in a strangely human tone - but it wasn't using Toks or clips, it was just speaking, and the voice came from a huge torque wrapped around its midsection. "Take fartalk phone we good unlimited date plan Britanty Spears, happy campers love fartalk phones! Do not smell the colors! Campers hurry!"
You think their translation had bugs.
However, what it passed you as you came rushing onto the ship was a rectangular brick, about the size of a data tablet. It had a glossy black face and seemed nice and weighty. Each of you got one as you saw that the ship was being stuffed with humans in suits, some with just breathers, all of them looking stunned.
The jellybean who had escorted you played a tok of The Two Arms. The hands clapsed together and a jovial voice said: "Pushing too many papers!" The arms flexed and the jellybean squirbled at you cheerfully, then turned and scampered off.
To your surprise, the rectangle you had been given glowed to life. Shimmering text appeared on it.
Humanese text.
It read...
"IT WAS A PLEASURE TO KILL FOR YOU, NEW BIPED."
You blinked. "Pleasure's all mine."
And then you did the most logical thing in the universe.
You took a nap.
And, thus, slept through every single human being on Mars being spacelifted off the planet by a multispecies alliance. You slept through Gracious Predation and Glorious Death going up against seven killbot space platforms at once and emerging, bleeding oxygen and crew into space, victorious with smoldering hulks behind. You slept through the worldship, The Killing Blade of Pure Affection yanking the entirety of Olympus Dome out of the ground with her tractor-lifters and flying into orbits moment before the final strategem of the killbots was enacted and the monoswarm started to turn everything into undifferentiated gray glop. You slept through the five hundred million G burn to .99C that whisked the fleet to the edge of SOL space.
You missed your first quasijump...becuaes you were taking a nap.
***
When you woke up, you were laying in a big pile of gloppy jelly and the most adorable thing in the universe was sitting on your chest. It was like if a hamster, a rabbit, a jellybean and Mr. Tiddles had all made sweet, sweet love and then their lovechild had been born as a Boddhisatva to bring joy and happiness. It had three eyeballs, a cute little button nose, little floofy ears, THREE lill floofy ears and a soft downy pelt. It squeaked and bounced on your chest, then did a little bow. You sat up, and the jelly upon which you lay squoped and sqoobled under you. "W-Whoa!" you said, laughing as you blushed and realized you were quite naked. You looked for a blanket and saw the closeset thing was a pile of leaves, which were now scattered across the floor.
The hatchroom door opened and a jellybean came into the room. It...might have been the same one who had saved you on Mars, but without its suit, you couldn't tell. Without the suit, you saw that there were some definite similarities between the jellybean and the Boddhisatva of Cuteness on your lap. Both had the same leg structures (though Boddie lacked the unsettlingly stabby forward mounted limb), and they both had the same eye structure. The jellybean's skin was glossy like a frog rather than soft and fluffy, and it had manipulator mandibles around its mouth area, annnnnnd it...also was carrying a similar black rectangle as to the one the big...tube guy had given you.
You looked around and saw your little rectangle. You picked it up, and spoke into it. "Good morning!"
Your rectangle chirruped and made a multi-tonal sound. The jellybean's sides opened, revealing that it had gill-like slits along its haunches. The gills sang. They sang like the jellybean was a four person jazzercet quartet and the singing tones intermingled together and the rectangle in your hand turned that into Humanese: "Good morning, biped! Sorry about mess, I didn't realize I'd left a snack here."
"A sna-" you started.
The stabber arm thrust forward with blinding speed. The adorable little critter let out a shockingly human scream of agony, pain and fear as blood gushed onto your chest and face. Its head went into the jellybean's mouth first, which opened wide to reveal very, very sharp teeth. It CRUNCHED down hard and the Boddhisatva of Cuteness twitched its legs spasmodically. It let out one last gurgle, blood gushing from its chubby body, dripping down the jellybean's chin, smearing across its body.
CRUNCH.
CRUNCH.
Slurpsurlsurpslrusrplsrup.
Burp.
"Sorry, did you want that?" The jellybean asked in a multitonal sing song.
You trembled in the bed. "...nah..." you croaked. "I'm good."
The room you were in quivered.
"Ah, we're here," the jellybean said, and walked to the wall, tapping it with its mandibles. The wall shimmered and flickered and then showed space beyond.
You got out of your jelly bed, covered in blood, still naked, and clutched your translating box to your chest.
---
Where have you arrived?
[ ] a massive amalgamation of what looks like chewing gum that has been chewed, then spat out, then stretched into a million different direction. Some bits are blown up with bubbles, yes, but most of it is just stringy bits of chewing gum. ...wait...tiny nodule there? That's the spaceship that was the size of Olympus Mons! ...that means...that this space station...is...really...really...REALLY big.
[ ] A planet! It's...brown. Brown poles. Brown clouds. Brown continents. Brown oceans. Brown mountains. Brown moon. Hell, even the star it is orbiting seems kinda brownish to you. Buuuut you can see what looks like city lights on the nightside. Very humanish looking city lights?
[ ] A gigantic metal sphere that encapsulates a kind of...a...a kind of a...a kinda of a...of a...of....of...of...your brain actually locks up as you see what is clearly CLEARLY a black hole. That is a black hole. It bends light like a black hole. It is a black hole. That is a space station built around an entire black hole! That is A BLACK HOLE, BUILT AROUND (Rattie screams internally for 5 minutes)
[x] A gigantic metal sphere that encapsulates a kind of...a...a kind of a...a kinda of a...of a...of....of...of...your brain actually locks up as you see what is clearly CLEARLY a black hole. That is a black hole. It bends light like a black hole. It is a black hole. That is a space station built around an entire black hole! That is A BLACK HOLE, BUILT AROUND (Rattie screams internally for 5 minutes)
Seek enlightenment my comrades, for the universe is vast and there are stranger things yet to explore.
Seek enlightenment my comrades, for the universe is vast and there are stranger things yet to explore.
[x] A gigantic metal sphere that encapsulates a kind of...a...a kind of a...a kinda of a...of a...of....of...of...your brain actually locks up as you see what is clearly CLEARLY a black hole. That is a black hole. It bends light like a black hole. It is a black hole. That is a space station built around an entire black hole! That is A BLACK HOLE, BUILT AROUND (Rattie screams internally for 5 minutes)
[x] A gigantic metal sphere that encapsulates a kind of...a...a kind of a...a kinda of a...of a...of....of...of...your brain actually locks up as you see what is clearly CLEARLY a black hole. That is a black hole. It bends light like a black hole. It is a black hole. That is a space station built around an entire black hole! That is A BLACK HOLE, BUILT AROUND (Rattie screams internally for 5 minutes)
- Location
- Minnesota
- Pronouns
- They/Them
well damn that did get buckwild right away, nice! Love aliens that are really alien. Giving star control 2 vibes?
This one is good cause we won't need to kick ass on account of all the bubblegum.
[x] a massive amalgamation of what looks like chewing gum that has been chewed, then spat out, then stretched into a million different direction. Some bits are blown up with bubbles, yes, but most of it is just stringy bits of chewing gum. ...wait...tiny nodule there? That's the spaceship that was the size of Olympus Mons! ...that means...that this space station...is...really...really...REALLY big.
This one is good cause we won't need to kick ass on account of all the bubblegum.
[x] a massive amalgamation of what looks like chewing gum that has been chewed, then spat out, then stretched into a million different direction. Some bits are blown up with bubbles, yes, but most of it is just stringy bits of chewing gum. ...wait...tiny nodule there? That's the spaceship that was the size of Olympus Mons! ...that means...that this space station...is...really...really...REALLY big.
samdamandias
Apprentice Plane Wizard
What you did there, I see it.
[X] A gigantic metal sphere that encapsulates a kind of...a...a kind of a...a kinda of a...of a...of....of...of...your brain actually locks up as you see what is clearly CLEARLY a black hole. That is a black hole. It bends light like a black hole. It is a black hole. That is a space station built around an entire black hole! That is A BLACK HOLE, BUILT AROUND (Rattie screams internally for 5 minutes)
- Location
- New York
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] A gigantic metal sphere that encapsulates a kind of...a...a kind of a...a kinda of a...of a...of....of...of...your brain actually locks up as you see what is clearly CLEARLY a black hole. That is a black hole. It bends light like a black hole. It is a black hole. That is a space station built around an entire black hole! That is A BLACK HOLE, BUILT AROUND (Rattie screams internally for 5 minutes)
[X] A gigantic metal sphere that encapsulates a kind of...a...a kind of a...a kinda of a...of a...of....of...of...your brain actually locks up as you see what is clearly CLEARLY a black hole. That is a black hole. It bends light like a black hole. It is a black hole. That is a space station built around an entire black hole! That is A BLACK HOLE, BUILT AROUND (Rattie screams internally for 5 minutes)
- Pronouns
- He/Him
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] a massive amalgamation of what looks like chewing gum that has been chewed, then spat out, then stretched into a million different direction. Some bits are blown up with bubbles, yes, but most of it is just stringy bits of chewing gum. ...wait...tiny nodule there? That's the spaceship that was the size of Olympus Mons! ...that means...that this space station...is...really...really...REALLY big.
Imma break the mold. Also because gravity sucks.
Imma break the mold. Also because gravity sucks.
ThatGazzer
Minds Eye Bind
- Location
- PNW
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[X] a massive amalgamation of what looks like chewing gum that has been chewed, then spat out, then stretched into a million different direction. Some bits are blown up with bubbles, yes, but most of it is just stringy bits of chewing gum. ...wait...tiny nodule there? That's the spaceship that was the size of Olympus Mons! ...that means...that this space station...is...really...really...REALLY big.
goo-space
goo-space
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Also, the jellybean
- Pronouns
- He/Him
no one loves brownworld
((((brownworld:
you all hurt brownworld's feelings............
ThatGazzer
Minds Eye Bind
- Location
- PNW
- Pronouns
- They/Them
I for one do not want to be in a 2006 era shooter looking world
no one loves brownworld
brownworld:
you all hurt brownworld's feelings............
0.4: Welcome to Nyctropolis!
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The space station looked a bit like a biiiig giant metal sphere which sat slap bang in what seemed to be no solar system. You saw no nearby star glow, but realized that, well, if it was out in the far away of a solar system, a star could look like a star instead of a star. Space was just like that sometimes.
"Whoa," you whispered. Then you noticed that the sphere was only half a sphere - there was a kind of a pie chunk taken out of it, revealing that the interior was honeycombed with structures along the insides of the sphere, and the center of the sphere had a big flat disk. In the middle of that disk, surrounded by articulated arms with spidery precision, was a sphere of blackness that distorted and warped light around it. As a big old space pilot - even if the best you'd ever flown was the liquid-Hs that ran to Demios - you had done lots of astronomy study.
So, you saw that ripply distortion and your brain went: It's a Bl-uhhhhh.
You lifted your finger.
Opened your mouth.
You had to be wrong. You were, after all, naked, covered in blood, and recovering from a concussion.
You brain said: It's a Bl-uhhhhhhh!
"...is that..." you said, and then stopped, Jellybean's black rectangle singing to them.
"Is that a what?" Jellybean asked back, your rectangle doing its best to turn multitonal chiming into humanese.
"Is that..." It's a Bl-uhhhhh HEEE! Blu...Bluh...bla...bla...black! It's a black! It's a black hole that's a black hole that space station is built around a black hole that's a BLACK HOLE-
"...yes?" Jellybean asked.
"Is that a black hole!?" You squeaked.
"Oh no, no, it's a primordial black hole," Jellybean said.
"It's a primordial black hole," you said.
"Yeah. Worldstation Nine Two Two Two Two Two was built by some synthetic lifeform, still not sure who. They constructed it and, um...well, it's kind of...the station is supposed to be an engine, right?" Jellybean sang to you, gesturing with its upper arm - the non stabby one. As you watched, the space station started to get closer and closer and you saw other spaceships appearing from deep space. Some phased into existence in geometric patterns, like unfolding origami. Some smeared across space before snapping into solidity, just, completely there. Some corkscrewed out of swirling blue portals. Like their guns, it seemed no one had really settled on a coherent idea of what FTL travel was supposed to look like.
"Kay," you said.
"So, the station was built by the synthetics as a big engine around this primordial black hole. Very stable. Zero entropy loss, according to the best sensors we can scrounge up. Very efficient matter/energy interactions going on there." His stabber pointed at the articulated arms.
"Kay," you said.
"But the synths, well, they were all so goal oriented around the engine that they finished it, declared their civilization a success, and died," Jellybean said.
"They died?" you asked.
"Just shut themselves right off," Jellybean said. "Like [Untranslatable Species Name] in a race with [Untranslatable Folk Hero Name.]"
"That's...creepy..." you said.
"But there's lots of space now. So we can put you bipeds here!" Jellybean said. "It's pretty close nearby, it's about seventy five light years away from your home star. Using your years. I think. That red planet was your home, right? So, going off its year rotations. Do you use different measurements for star travel? Oh, right, you didn't have subwave tech. Well, you did, but it was all weird." Jellybean let out a squibling toot noise. "I don't understand that physics at all. But yeah, this is your new home! Whatcha think?"
You nodded slowly.
In the face of entropy free lossless matter/energy tranfusion devices using primordial black holes, being a quintillion billion miles away from Earth and Mars, surviving a killbot invasion fleet, and being told that an entire species had comitted mass suicide once they had completed building what was gonna be your brand new shanty town...
You had one rational response.
You turned to Jellybean, lifted your chin, and said: "I need a shower."
So.
Hey!
There were advantages to weird space aliens.
When you came out, wearing something that...
Okay, you were okay at whistling, but the problem was that his name had to have at least three human singers. But the tune was kinnnda like a jingle for Berry Fizz (it's the Fizziest!) so when you stepped out of the shower, wearing something that he had whipped up for you, you asked: "Can I call you Berry? Or Fizz?"
"Oh, I like Fizz!" he sang, then said Fizz without translation by fluttering his gills. Unfortunately, since he 'sang' using those side gills, this meant he was able to vivsect and eat the internal organs of one of those adorable hamster things while you watched. The hamster-thing screamed in agony as its heart was ripped out and popped into Fizz's mouth. He chewed as you wined.
"W-Well, uh...thanks for this," you said, gesturing to your bright silver jumpsuit, which clung to your body like a second skin.
"Our organizer picked it up off your nets," Fizz said, plucking a liver from his...snack. The snack screamed and kicked its leg.
"I'mgonnabeoutside!" You said, all as fast as you could and hurried out of the room as Fizz yanked another organ. The door irised shut behind you as you found yourself in a green, tube shaped corridor that was shockingly tall, considering everything. Then when you looked up, you saw that there was an intricate web hanging overhead, and several of the frog-cat looking species went scuttling by. The threads strained under them as they wobbled by and you wondered how heavy they were. As you wondered, your black rectangle made a triumphant chiming noise that you recognized as the United States of Mars & Deimos' national anthem!
You picked the rectangle up from your belt loop (the skintight suit came with some magnetic clasps) and peered down as the USMD flag fluttered. Red, Black and Green! Then it faded and you found yourself looking at a...shoebox. It was...a shoebox. It was even sitting on a human style chair, as if it was trying to be as human as possible, which meant you had a scale...and that scale said it was a shoebox. It was made of grayish metal and looked deeply weathered, covered in pits and scars and burn marks, but around those weathering bits, it looked glossy and gleaming. Very shiny!
"Greetings," a melodious male voice came from the rectangle. "My name is, unfortunately, untranslatable into your language. However, your species has named me Shoebox."
Huh, you thought. It must have been the seam around the edge, yeah.
"I am what you might call an artificial intelligence. I was constructed at the year you know as two thousand five hundred and sixty three, before your Common Era. That would make me over four thousand of your years old. I was constructed to serve as an exploration and contact platform for my progenitors - and while they have moved on from this plane of existance, my task brought me both pleasure and satisfaction. And so, I continued it. It was fifteen of your years ago, approximately in the year 2050 AD, that I arrived at the edge of your solar system." A picture in picture whirred up, showing a map of the galaxy, with a tiny circle at the edge and a cheerful YOU ARE HERE blipping beside it. "Your solar system is nearly unique in the galaxy. It is part of the 1% of known space where subwaves, the technology you utilize to construct superintelligent AI, spin right. In the rest of known space, 99% of the observable universe, subwaves spin left. Left spinning subwaves allow for the device you now hold. Having plumbed your networks, I have determined the name for it."
The picture in picture shifted to show a rectangle like you held.
"This is an Ansible," Shoebox said. "It is a location agnostic communication device, which now allows you to communicate with anyone else who also has an Ansible. While there is bandwidth restrictions, there is no temporal or distance based limitations."
The picture in picture started to zoom outwards from the rectangle...the ansible...and from it drew lines of purple dots that connected to other black rectangles. Then it whipped out to the galactic arm, connecting everywhere there. Then it zoomed out. Lines connected across the galaxy. It zoomed out more. And more. And more. And more. Lines threaded between superclusters. Between arms of the universe, orbiting around a singular vast point. Threaded webworks of communications so tight that the whole universe seemed to be alive.
"This is your future, humanity. I became aware of your tenuous position and decided to take action. I am rather popular on the Net, and put out that we'd need assistance. The percentage of local population that answered was sufficient to save your species. Though, sadly, it appears that the so called 'exhumans' that rule your more habitable homeworld are barred from interstellar travel. Their bodies are so dependent on right spinning subwaves that they would die if they left the SOL system...though, I suppose, they could remove their superintelligent augmentation. Ah, well, that's a problem for them!" He chuckled. "Now, if you have any questions, I will do my best to answer them, but I do have a rather busy schedule in my near future. Have a nice life, humanity."
And the ansible clicked off.
You stood in the corridor, then started to do a little dance. "Gettt fucked, rich dicks!" you sang. "Gettt fucked, rich dicks!"
There was a faint WHUMP and a shudder. you tensed, then realized that had to be the ship coming into dock.
EE!
EEEE!
"EEEE!" you squealed and bounced eagerly in the suit. Which did produce interesting jiggles. Hmm. Jiggles. You settled down.
Ahem.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-
---
CURRENT STATUS
Social HP: [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
Intellectual H: [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
Physical HP: [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
Condition: Fine!
ENERGY: d10 | GRAVITY: d6 | HARMONY: d4
PERMISSIONS: Pilot [x3]
GEAR: Slinky Suit, Cheap Ansible
Quick Tutorial! Your hit points fill with damage and can either take Exhaustion (/) or Injury (X). Nothing goes really wrong until your bar fills up! You take a Minor Consequence if it fills with Exhaustion, Major if it fills with Injury.
Social HP is how other people see you/how you feel about yourself. Intellectual HP is how on the ball/aware you are, and if you're being tricked, conned, fooled, bamboozled, swindled or generally Fucked With. Physical HP is when you're leaking.
Now! You have a space phone and space twitter! What do you do?
[ ] Call your parents!
[ ] Call your friends!
[ ] Google alien porn
[ ] Google alien history!
[ ] Google your new home's information
[ ] FUCK PHONES! Run to the airlock immediately!
[ ] Write In
"Whoa," you whispered. Then you noticed that the sphere was only half a sphere - there was a kind of a pie chunk taken out of it, revealing that the interior was honeycombed with structures along the insides of the sphere, and the center of the sphere had a big flat disk. In the middle of that disk, surrounded by articulated arms with spidery precision, was a sphere of blackness that distorted and warped light around it. As a big old space pilot - even if the best you'd ever flown was the liquid-Hs that ran to Demios - you had done lots of astronomy study.
So, you saw that ripply distortion and your brain went: It's a Bl-uhhhhh.
You lifted your finger.
Opened your mouth.
You had to be wrong. You were, after all, naked, covered in blood, and recovering from a concussion.
You brain said: It's a Bl-uhhhhhhh!
"...is that..." you said, and then stopped, Jellybean's black rectangle singing to them.
"Is that a what?" Jellybean asked back, your rectangle doing its best to turn multitonal chiming into humanese.
"Is that..." It's a Bl-uhhhhh HEEE! Blu...Bluh...bla...bla...black! It's a black! It's a black hole that's a black hole that space station is built around a black hole that's a BLACK HOLE-
"...yes?" Jellybean asked.
"Is that a black hole!?" You squeaked.
"Oh no, no, it's a primordial black hole," Jellybean said.
"It's a primordial black hole," you said.
"Yeah. Worldstation Nine Two Two Two Two Two was built by some synthetic lifeform, still not sure who. They constructed it and, um...well, it's kind of...the station is supposed to be an engine, right?" Jellybean sang to you, gesturing with its upper arm - the non stabby one. As you watched, the space station started to get closer and closer and you saw other spaceships appearing from deep space. Some phased into existence in geometric patterns, like unfolding origami. Some smeared across space before snapping into solidity, just, completely there. Some corkscrewed out of swirling blue portals. Like their guns, it seemed no one had really settled on a coherent idea of what FTL travel was supposed to look like.
"Kay," you said.
"So, the station was built by the synthetics as a big engine around this primordial black hole. Very stable. Zero entropy loss, according to the best sensors we can scrounge up. Very efficient matter/energy interactions going on there." His stabber pointed at the articulated arms.
"Kay," you said.
"But the synths, well, they were all so goal oriented around the engine that they finished it, declared their civilization a success, and died," Jellybean said.
"They died?" you asked.
"Just shut themselves right off," Jellybean said. "Like [Untranslatable Species Name] in a race with [Untranslatable Folk Hero Name.]"
"That's...creepy..." you said.
"But there's lots of space now. So we can put you bipeds here!" Jellybean said. "It's pretty close nearby, it's about seventy five light years away from your home star. Using your years. I think. That red planet was your home, right? So, going off its year rotations. Do you use different measurements for star travel? Oh, right, you didn't have subwave tech. Well, you did, but it was all weird." Jellybean let out a squibling toot noise. "I don't understand that physics at all. But yeah, this is your new home! Whatcha think?"
You nodded slowly.
In the face of entropy free lossless matter/energy tranfusion devices using primordial black holes, being a quintillion billion miles away from Earth and Mars, surviving a killbot invasion fleet, and being told that an entire species had comitted mass suicide once they had completed building what was gonna be your brand new shanty town...
You had one rational response.
You turned to Jellybean, lifted your chin, and said: "I need a shower."
***
Jellybean, who told you his name was D#, B, B, D#, B (if your sense of tunes was accurate), had a shower. Course, his species idea of a shower was several jets of water mounted to spray right up, so they could just roll in circles and get sluiced from bottom to top, with the water then dribbling back down and sliding down the shower. End result, you got showerblasted into some of the universe's best orgasms!
So.
Hey!
There were advantages to weird space aliens.
When you came out, wearing something that...
Okay, you were okay at whistling, but the problem was that his name had to have at least three human singers. But the tune was kinnnda like a jingle for Berry Fizz (it's the Fizziest!) so when you stepped out of the shower, wearing something that he had whipped up for you, you asked: "Can I call you Berry? Or Fizz?"
"Oh, I like Fizz!" he sang, then said Fizz without translation by fluttering his gills. Unfortunately, since he 'sang' using those side gills, this meant he was able to vivsect and eat the internal organs of one of those adorable hamster things while you watched. The hamster-thing screamed in agony as its heart was ripped out and popped into Fizz's mouth. He chewed as you wined.
"W-Well, uh...thanks for this," you said, gesturing to your bright silver jumpsuit, which clung to your body like a second skin.
"Our organizer picked it up off your nets," Fizz said, plucking a liver from his...snack. The snack screamed and kicked its leg.
"I'mgonnabeoutside!" You said, all as fast as you could and hurried out of the room as Fizz yanked another organ. The door irised shut behind you as you found yourself in a green, tube shaped corridor that was shockingly tall, considering everything. Then when you looked up, you saw that there was an intricate web hanging overhead, and several of the frog-cat looking species went scuttling by. The threads strained under them as they wobbled by and you wondered how heavy they were. As you wondered, your black rectangle made a triumphant chiming noise that you recognized as the United States of Mars & Deimos' national anthem!
You picked the rectangle up from your belt loop (the skintight suit came with some magnetic clasps) and peered down as the USMD flag fluttered. Red, Black and Green! Then it faded and you found yourself looking at a...shoebox. It was...a shoebox. It was even sitting on a human style chair, as if it was trying to be as human as possible, which meant you had a scale...and that scale said it was a shoebox. It was made of grayish metal and looked deeply weathered, covered in pits and scars and burn marks, but around those weathering bits, it looked glossy and gleaming. Very shiny!
"Greetings," a melodious male voice came from the rectangle. "My name is, unfortunately, untranslatable into your language. However, your species has named me Shoebox."
Huh, you thought. It must have been the seam around the edge, yeah.
"I am what you might call an artificial intelligence. I was constructed at the year you know as two thousand five hundred and sixty three, before your Common Era. That would make me over four thousand of your years old. I was constructed to serve as an exploration and contact platform for my progenitors - and while they have moved on from this plane of existance, my task brought me both pleasure and satisfaction. And so, I continued it. It was fifteen of your years ago, approximately in the year 2050 AD, that I arrived at the edge of your solar system." A picture in picture whirred up, showing a map of the galaxy, with a tiny circle at the edge and a cheerful YOU ARE HERE blipping beside it. "Your solar system is nearly unique in the galaxy. It is part of the 1% of known space where subwaves, the technology you utilize to construct superintelligent AI, spin right. In the rest of known space, 99% of the observable universe, subwaves spin left. Left spinning subwaves allow for the device you now hold. Having plumbed your networks, I have determined the name for it."
The picture in picture shifted to show a rectangle like you held.
"This is an Ansible," Shoebox said. "It is a location agnostic communication device, which now allows you to communicate with anyone else who also has an Ansible. While there is bandwidth restrictions, there is no temporal or distance based limitations."
The picture in picture started to zoom outwards from the rectangle...the ansible...and from it drew lines of purple dots that connected to other black rectangles. Then it whipped out to the galactic arm, connecting everywhere there. Then it zoomed out. Lines connected across the galaxy. It zoomed out more. And more. And more. And more. Lines threaded between superclusters. Between arms of the universe, orbiting around a singular vast point. Threaded webworks of communications so tight that the whole universe seemed to be alive.
"This is your future, humanity. I became aware of your tenuous position and decided to take action. I am rather popular on the Net, and put out that we'd need assistance. The percentage of local population that answered was sufficient to save your species. Though, sadly, it appears that the so called 'exhumans' that rule your more habitable homeworld are barred from interstellar travel. Their bodies are so dependent on right spinning subwaves that they would die if they left the SOL system...though, I suppose, they could remove their superintelligent augmentation. Ah, well, that's a problem for them!" He chuckled. "Now, if you have any questions, I will do my best to answer them, but I do have a rather busy schedule in my near future. Have a nice life, humanity."
And the ansible clicked off.
You stood in the corridor, then started to do a little dance. "Gettt fucked, rich dicks!" you sang. "Gettt fucked, rich dicks!"
There was a faint WHUMP and a shudder. you tensed, then realized that had to be the ship coming into dock.
EE!
EEEE!
"EEEE!" you squealed and bounced eagerly in the suit. Which did produce interesting jiggles. Hmm. Jiggles. You settled down.
Ahem.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-
---
CURRENT STATUS
Social HP: [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
Intellectual H: [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
Physical HP: [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
Condition: Fine!
ENERGY: d10 | GRAVITY: d6 | HARMONY: d4
PERMISSIONS: Pilot [x3]
GEAR: Slinky Suit, Cheap Ansible
Quick Tutorial! Your hit points fill with damage and can either take Exhaustion (/) or Injury (X). Nothing goes really wrong until your bar fills up! You take a Minor Consequence if it fills with Exhaustion, Major if it fills with Injury.
Social HP is how other people see you/how you feel about yourself. Intellectual HP is how on the ball/aware you are, and if you're being tricked, conned, fooled, bamboozled, swindled or generally Fucked With. Physical HP is when you're leaking.
Now! You have a space phone and space twitter! What do you do?
[ ] Call your parents!
[ ] Call your friends!
[ ] Google alien porn
[ ] Google alien history!
[ ] Google your new home's information
[ ] FUCK PHONES! Run to the airlock immediately!
[ ] Write In
Last edited:
- Location
- New York
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Google alien porn
Look.
It's necessary.
Look.
It's necessary.
- Location
- Victoria
[X] Call your parents!
[X] Call your friends!
I wanna see more of Latz and Quinn and Gilgamesh and Katt, and her parents, like, what are the adults making of all this?
[X] Call your friends!
I wanna see more of Latz and Quinn and Gilgamesh and Katt, and her parents, like, what are the adults making of all this?
samdamandias
Apprentice Plane Wizard
No temporal limitations?
There is dust on the lens
Wasn't this why we voted for Quin?
[X] Call your friends!
[X] FUCK PHONES! Run to the airlock immediately!
On the grounds of SPACESHIP!!:D!!!!