The Watcher

allgebrah

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Settings: inactive / not ruminating / zoned out / coma patient (clinical insomniacs only, prescription req%\\█▣▚╣▒▒access granted!\n2017-04-23T00:14:51+02:00\tBrain-computer interfaces able to play back thoughts can consequently cancel others, providing the basis for the Mental Noise Canceller\n2017-04-21T22:56:34+02:00\tAt night, your maidbot often sneaks away. One time, you follow it and find an android coven in a warehouse, chanting in near-ultrasound\n2017-04-21T22:42:01+02:00\tCoinworlders have a turn of phrase, calling things "as likely as ten days", while theologists debate whether the world can land on its edge.\n2017-04-21T19:58:52+02:00\t2050: The young sell their bodies to the old in exchange for lifelong free brain vat accommodation and Internet access\n2017-04-21T16:15:45+02:00\tAt the beginning of each cycle, the gods throw the world coin. The way it lands determines which side gets day and which gets night.\n2017-04-21T00:10:33+02:00\tDo you consent to having your blood vessels mapped by our therapeutic nanobots and uploaded to Google Blood View™ [yes] [n\n2017-04-21T00:05:22+02:00\tEven and odd levels of irony are always easy to distinguish. It becomes harder when you're dealing with levels n, n+2, n+4...\n2017-04-20T02:46:09+02:00\tbest world shapes: cube, disk↵honorable mention: ring, hypertorus↵experimental: coin, hyperbolic↵potato tier: sphere↵redeemed: hollow sphere\n2017-04-19T02:33:29+02:00\tThey cannot sing because they have no breath, but the wind catches in strategically placed holes and plays them like so many flutes\n2017-04-19T02:29:38+02:00\tWhere the Rocs rule, dryads take the form of elegant wooden birds with chlorophyll feathers and will sometimes murmurate above the forest\n2017-04-18T12:56:17+02:00\tnewer keyboards have a clapslock key that when accidentally pressed turns all👏your👏text👏into👏this\n2017-04-16T20:46:30+02:00\tHer sleep rhythm is that of her chaotic homeworld: Awake for weeks to then spontaneously enter hibernation, days often measured in minutes\n2017-04-16T01:30:41+02:00\tAfter years of futile efforts, the progress bar finally breaks through the side and quickly slithers under your files\n2017-04-16T01:22:50+02:00\tAll attempts to stop Godzilla fail, but as he closes in on the city, the skyscrapers part and from their middle steps their champion\n2017-04-14T12:14:34+02:00\tReal humans died out long ago. We are simulacra inserted by alien exosociologists and then forgotten\n2017-04-14T12:07:27+02:00\tLong train ride. The guy across from you is sleeping, growing leaves and vines over his seat. He startles, looks at you, reverts to human.\n2017-04-14T00:29:42+02:00\t2017: Indigenous languages are dying, meanwhile the emoji dialects of even two neighboring slacks are becoming mutually incomprehensible\n2017-04-14T00:01:14+02:00\tThose petrified by the basilisk don't die, only slow down greatly. Around them, civilizations rise and fall, mountains roll like waves\n2017-04-13T02:14:51+02:00\tBack Twitter is pretty good actually. Small, tight-knit community, supported by a handful of well-picked employees. None of the execs know~\n2017-04-13T02:07:50+02:00\tDid you know that you can write on the backs of tweets? Few screens support this though, you'd probably have to take yours apart.\n2017-04-12T01:49:14+02:00\tWhat the makers get out of it is well-tested and working colony designs and colonist communities that have already been seeded in-game\n2017-04-12T01:45:31+02:00\tAn RPG that plays on Mars and you get to keep the plots you develop if you make it there physically\n2017-04-12T01:09:21+02:00\tThe forest's leaves become pink and leathery, veins pulse along the trunks. The canopy is healing shut and the ground twitches where you run\n2017-04-10T01:12:26+02:00\tThe popular game of "the sky is lava and it's falling oh my god\n2017-04-10T00:43:03+02:00\tstranded in your escape capsule, you learn the language of the stars and let alien constellations sing you into sleep\n2017-04-09T14:38:38+02:00\tVolcanoes are the bitemark of the magma flea, an interstellar pest which is a known carrier of life so stay clear of bitten planets\n2017-04-09T03:09:38+02:00\tHaving escaped their pages, many wild books roam history now. Venomous plot threads ensnare the unlucky, turn their lives into narratives.\n2017-04-09T01:02:42+02:00\tthe cold is so fierce, even the stars freeze and fall out of the sky as glowflakes\n2017-04-09T00:50:00+02:00\tThe clock is frozen in the moment the bomb fell, which wouldn't be remarkable if it weren't a sundial\n2017-04-08T18:19:07+02:00\t"as I write this, I feel the spores maturing under my skin. I know it's not going to hurt, but what will I do about my favorite human\n2017-04-08T17:59:29+02:00\tus: "it's infiltrating us! aaaaAAA"↵alien: "ow these are dimensions of pain I didn't know existed, how the hell do you cope, aaaAAAA"\n2017-04-08T17:54:21+02:00\tsetting: the alien is an infectious space fungus that can grow human-shaped fruiting bodies, but we shape it as much as it shapes us\n2017-04-07T03:11:52+02:00\tVisible only as a gap in the Rimfall's spray, a glass walkway extends to the stars.↵The disk recedes, the noise subsides.↵Finally, alone.\n2017-04-06T20:23:53+02:00\tthe class of geometric problems that can be solved by geometric tools constructed with compass and straight edge\n2017-04-06T14:43:04+02:00\twatch out for infrared transmissions. don't freak out. keep in mind: killing a planet with intelligent life on it is a crime. also bad form.\n2017-04-06T14:41:03+02:00\ta bonsai planet likes companionship. get more and add them to the system. happy planets will eventually spawn moons\n2017-04-06T14:40:42+02:00\tCARE AND FEEDING OF BONSAI PLANETS:↵give it a bright light to orbit. a lightbulb will do↵breathe on one and it'll likely catch life. careful\n2017-04-06T04:19:21+02:00\tThe place is decrepit. The lightbulb's cracked and all the light has ended up in a puddle on the floor.\n2017-04-06T04:08:53+02:00\twhen downloading from the fair folk's torrent trackers, be sure to always seed back to 100%\n2017-04-05T21:15:43+02:00\tidea addressed networking, a paradigm under which packets reach their destinations through social network shares and word-of-mouth\n2017-04-04T14:13:55+02:00\tTrust not those who return from faerieland with stories and things of beauty, for they brought nothing to trade but their selves.\n2017-04-04T02:55:49+02:00\tThe alien fleet is still parsecs away but their gods have already arrived, ancient sagas rewrite themselves to accommodate new protagonists\n2017-04-04T02:03:13+02:00\tone of the moths has landed on the candle's flame and miraculously not burned up - the light shrinks, encysts, grows into an ember fruit\n2017-04-03T14:40:33+02:00\tin fact, the powerful are trying to discourage critical thought by pretending that conspiracy theories exist, nobody actually believes in th\n2017-04-03T00:17:38+02:00\tthe protective coating on your keyboard is failing, letters spread up your fingers like a rash\n2017-04-02T16:21:22+02:00\t«hmm azomakh tends to know that kind of stuff»↵"yes I know, I am on three names terms with him"↵«whoa I didn't know he even had that many!»\n2017-04-02T11:44:06+02:00\tmany demons have obscure, lesser-known names for their gentler forms that they'll sometimes give to wizards they trust\n2017-04-02T03:47:46+02:00\tdunbar number but for number of social networks and circles of friends to keep track of\n2017-04-01T04:36:13+02:00\tThe sun sets and it is morning on the Underside. In the vines of the not-falling forest, birds sing, monkeys chirp, tree octopi do whatever.\n2017-03-31T03:09:52+02:00\t"And these are my lucky dice!"↵They feel warm in your hand, in fact their eyes follow you and there is very quiet breathing\n2017-03-31T02:48:25+02:00\tthe sun splits into two, four, differentiates into a god fetus, a web of neurons that envelop the sky in shining axons\n2017-03-31T02:39:02+02:00\tthe plasma whales usually keep to the orbit, but will occasionally dive into the atmosphere to gather mass, trailing fire and ball lightning\n2017-03-31T02:34:16+02:00\tfrom the cloud cover, a shark fin juts downwards\n2017-03-31T01:45:53+02:00\tThey come from wells in the mountains where earth magic leaks to the surface, and the High North where the Aurora Borealis is harnessed\n2017-03-31T01:39:31+02:00\tWood is the best conductor of magic and long rows of trees carry it into our cities, artificial leylines singing with barely contained power\n2017-03-30T23:33:22+02:00\t… fear to browse those places. The rationalist dwarves dug too greedily and too deep. You know what they found on the acausal trade routes\n2017-03-30T23:24:40+02:00\tyoung AIs sharing pictures of messy neural architectures and dissected utility functions to shock each other\n2017-03-30T02:52:15+02:00\tis this what the kids call serendipity https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/847250082193752065/photo/1\n2017-03-30T02:46:04+02:00\tWith human-level chatbots to keep you company, why stop at running one? Scale up, run a dunbar-sized amount of them! Leave humanity behind!\n2017-03-29T03:04:59+02:00\t"Chris, I think the floating eyeballs creep out the citizens, what if we put them in, like, a huge benevolent face"↵"With a dozen eyes, yes"\n2017-03-29T02:47:31+02:00\tIn an effort to brighten up the cityscape, they now paint colorful irises on their surveillance balloons\n2017-03-27T03:20:01+02:00\tan uninhabited paradise orbits half a black hole, trees grow on ocean waves, confused angels try to sing underwater, circled by dolphins\n2017-03-27T03:19:36+02:00\tnext to the god's workbench, discarded universe strands start to ferment and merge, form an incongruous but fecund mess\n2017-03-27T02:51:16+02:00\tyou crush the egg in your hand and a flock of tiny birds escapes from your fist\n2017-03-27T00:51:49+02:00\tYour eyes refuse to focus when you look at her, it's as if she had punched a hole into spacetime and lay at the bottom, infinitely far away\n2017-03-26T00:56:06+01:00\t2037 tzdata release notes:↵* introduce UTC-68y timezone to accommodate legacy 32bit timestamp devices (power plants, banks, IoT)