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Reluctantly, you slide your head into the opening, feel the lock's pins bump against your memories. You turn, and hear a vast latch unlock.
Its usage in fridges settled the question once and for all: Yes, the light is on when the door is closed.↵Forgotten food in primary colors.
Light that doesn't bleach color, but instead intensifies it. The inventor, overexposed by mistake, took months to lose his technicolor tint.
X in its mirror universe version
(these ideas courtesy of a conversation with @276039081)
with life as the substrate for memes, what will use memes as substrate?
Diving down to the noise floor to find the rare memetic treasure scattered there.
it basilisks when it's basilisk time
alien memes, embedded in the movement of the stars themselves, crossing the transmission barrier through astrology and finding new hosts
A toolkit for (re)constructing basilisks - echidna, mother of basilisks
The watermelon as such died out though, until geologists found the thief's hoard 120 years later, embedded in shales from the Triassic.
A thief stole the seeds from all watermelons in the world without harming them or leaving a trace. Consumer reactions were largely positive.
what if X had agency/sentience
what if X could/were/made/contained/?? Y↵what if they wouldn't
how to rationalize X for maximum hilarity
what if [the counterfactual]
We end up in tight symbiosis, taking it along in our starships, it becomes our signature. The last black hole to die looks slightly green.
Biologists discover a moss that feeds on entropy and crushed hopes - physics lies in shambles but world hunger and energy crisis are solved.
change your middle name as a sign of affiliation
Those that like to solve mysteries, and those that leave them. Which will leave the world richer?
(they like to call it "Twister". Each utterance is a "Tweest")
One variation uses xenon and turns the speaker upside down for safety reasons since xenon is heavier than air and else won't exit the lung.
Cheaters have been known to train at home to be able to fake helium voices while talking with normal air.
Real world implementation: Poetry slam with helium balloon for each speaker on the mic. Once the helium voice runs out, their turn is over.
Meatspace Twitter: you may talk about whatever you want, but only use half a lungful of air.
. (punct.) - grammatical breath↵Like real breath, you can use it less often as would be sensible, but you appear slightly breathless without
dangling thread identification↵dead character elimination↵cultural reference counting↵plot hole optimization
tbh I lied about the mirror
A game in which, after beating all the bosses, you are cursed to be the next.
I went to the abyss, but brought a large mirror. The abyss stared, and recoiled at its own sight. That is how I crossed the abyss.
acquired a sample of this potion that made you fly↵mixed it into ink, did not drink↵the words flew away as soon as the paper dried
those whose thought resembles a bonfire↵those who think like a river↵those who contemplate the fire's reflection↵those who douse the fire
now the cyberspace pulls in the world, and the world pulls in the cyberspace, and they will finally merge. an end to progress as we know it?
the cyberspace and its ideology have been congealing on us since way before the internet, it started with the first external memory devices
its society values the never-seen-before over that recorded (progress), when our previous societies were cyclical in nature and worldview
in a cyberspace, where every interaction has become copyable and replayable, your every action can suddenly become a performance
And then there are the decamillenia old structures and you wonder who exactly is keeping these remembered for they resemble nothing.
Cicero's memory palaces are still out there by the way. They are well touristically developed these days.
I helped build estates in some of the far edges of dreamscape, for pay. Some have been deserted but refound by curious dreamers. And things.
It was an experiment we did not repeat and we had to sign a non-proliferation treaty.↵That dull sense of loss? Yeah. That's what's left.
Humans dance their bodies around things to infuse them with meaning, e.g. a sacrificial fire↵They do the same dance with words, around ideas
some emotions famously last forever - bottling one took an eternal cage↵"love" had a cousin once that is now removed from our timeline
Time was part of the blueprint: some emotions had a length of seven years↵Enclosing them for shorter would crush them and spoil the content
We had a wine cellar for storage. The bottles had no inside but were intricate glass cages around volumes of space and time.
Mind you he was a sweet person and very intelligent. But a dog. (You wouldn't have been able to tell at a glance)
Our testers were exquisitely sensitive people who could distinguish between nuances you don't even know exist. Also one was a dog.
The immortals sit on a lot of memories to pay with, and have experienced emotions believed extinct. We often cut those with lesser produce.
I have many stories of working with that person. We counted many of the super rich among our clients - super rich but not in money.
Of course I kept the unrestricted copies for myself.↵A burglar may one day find them in my basement and let them loose upon the world.
I was hired to come up with a DRM scheme for their output.↵you wonder how you can't understand even those closest to you?↵that's why.
inventor of emotions↵their workshop full of discarded prototypes↵patents in a drawer↵tools that you can't look at for longer than 5 seconds
The grammatical I has about as much claim to reality as grammatical gender.
forgive me for I have cosinned
That ear splitting wail from a badly set up microphone hooked to a sound system? That is the sound of a life, all lived over a few seconds.
soul is now stuck in a brain case with exceedingly low bandwidth to other souls↵talk about bad luck↵you could've been a world soul instead
parasitic souls possessing the first feedback loop they find↵some end up in humans
friendship is emergent from information exchange
chat with hot alien civilizations in your local group!
metaphorism: a ghost's equivalent of a metabolism
song idea: Little Fluffy Clouds, but set in Hell↵nothing remains but the rhythm, and souls scratch feebly on the inner surface of the sound
bonus tracks distributed as "outer rings" on special occasions↵unofficial or fake bonus tracks, rare and sought after
hybrid record players and cutters - press "cut" and it'll cut off a ring making a very particular sound like biting into chocolate slowly
standardized track lengths aligned to equidistancial radii on the LP↵tracks released as "outer disk" and "inner disk" versions
ear rings and top hats that are also music↵color coding of tracks of an LP to highlight track borders↵recombined LPs when the lengths match
popular song rings that you'd recognize by their proportions alone↵special adapters to make them play on traditional record players
"... sell each page individually. You can slice a vinyl record into individual song rings for trade."↵I really wish that had been a thing.
out of context quote: "That's how the moon was detected back in the 1960s using a low energy laser and no retro reflectors"
I have a bunch of emergency exit signs in my bag (yes I really do and they're heavy).↵It's a metaphor for inversion of control.
Do the crews of sunken ships have a patron saint? Sunken specifically.
Whoops I touched the Tanasinn and it rubbed off
At night, all hats are grey.
"It’s a bubble theory—it floats over the landscape, touching nothing."
"His skin was the color of thrift-shop Tupperware."
upcoming: the NOPfuscator for purely functional programs.
@allgebrah paper planes even. Although regular planes are neat too.
I dreamt of airplanes that soared eternally in the hot updraft over the city.
From an old ideas file I found: If I ever establish my own micronation, declare a fractal exclusive fishing zone.
gamification is the 2010s' neurolinguistic programming.
Violence is a meme that transmits itself through deed rather than word.
Sanduhr auf dem Flohmarkt gekauft. Sie schaffte es stehenzubleiben, eindeutig magischer Zeitstopper. Hält jetzt mein Essen frisch.
Took home flowers from fairyland / lost them in my garden / now it gained a dimension or two / and the postman fails to deliver my packages
OH: Ein einbrechender Einahmezustand ist auch gleichzeitig ein ausbrechender Ausnahmezustand.
Security by profanity: Insult hackers in the language of the country they're connecting from
Where do little Nazgul go to school?↵Well obviously in the nat school.
Degrees are actually an unending source of fuel because they always burn to a degree
Idea: Twitter wall + text2speech + autotune
My hobby: Recording bonus tracks to classic electronic albums and distributing the slighly altered albums on Soulseek. Project Tlön.
Als hätten Miyazaki und Escher sich zusammen besoffen und am nächsten Morgen verkatert angefangen zu zeichnen.
What I read: "atomically kill a cgroup of processes by freezing the cgroup, killall and thawing"↵What I see: "TOKI WA TOMARE... WRYYYYY"