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An art movement by the name of derealism: Just close enough to reality to be recognizable, but otherworldly or noticeably off, ideally inducing detachment from reality in the viewer/participant (hence the name)
Tetris effect after decades of playing Life™ is so bad it's legendary, players have founded entire religions on what they call Heaven, Hell, Valhalla, what have you
the sun as black dwarf, cool enough to host life again, but it's nearly two-dimensional due to the intense gravity
jupiter, old and cold enough that its storms have solidified, wearing a helium atmosphere over a nitrogen ocean that's long stopped moving
a sapphire sphinx on future mars, built to win a staring contest with the sun, watching what's now a white dwarf, fixed in the sky
Watching her reassemble herself, you wonder how that would look for a human. A bed full of muscles, organs, skin, neatly arranged, then a yawn (but from where?) and the whole thing pulls itself together, goes through exciting intermediate stages such as double hand and headfoot,
Wires in the suitcase's inlay, in a complicated pattern computed from yesterday's recognizer dump, are supposed to throw off the customs scanner AI. They do, you're waved through, another friend smuggled into the country
In the hotel room before the border, she undresses, sits down in your suitcase, then one by one removes her limbs and carefully places them around her. One leftover hand runs around, makes sure everything's in its place, then hops in as well
a contest for the most layers of simulation, with entries like "tetris in minecraft in a vm in a vm in a vm submitted by some dude wearing a mask who's a sleeper agent in real life which btw isn't real anyway but that's the free level everyone gets anyway
Did you know that maps are voodoo dolls? When you draw a line on one, people will often try not to cross it in real life
Scaling Dunbar's number up to billions of people is hard even with augments, so you can lend your voice to an Übermensch: A meta-person that represents you and thousands of others, which talks to other Übermenschen to get person-years of communication done in mere minutes
Inflation is a nerf for overpowered civilizations, the universe stays mostly playable even if one civ colonizes (or quantum-foams) their entire hubble sphere
the cave's stones light up in response to your steps, flicker when you talk - you kick over a large stone and the thunder runs along the walls as luminescing wavefront
people are telepaths by default, it's just that most humans are p-zombies and lack thoughts to be read
She lets the motorbike fall left and you already prepare for a crash, but it rotates smoothly through the ground and you're driving on the underside of the street
5. humanity both outpaced and too poor to be useful anymore, non-symbiotic humans reduced to vermin, forced out of more and more habitats↵6. eventually exterminated as a side thought during some house cleaning
3. wealth continuously extracted from human economy into machine economy, human economy shrinks, wars among humans over what's left↵4. humans still occasionally useful as sources of telos, will organelles inside corporations, or maybe gut bacteria
1. companies figure out that humans are expensive security risks and start doing without↵2. machine economy does not turn on humans, it just increasingly ignores them, humanity watches at the sidelines/bottom of the gravity well while the solar system lights up
sitting in one of the windows together, immersed in a game of spotting the animals before they disappear again, only the engine's hum in the background
Temples spring up all over the country for a new breed of memetically engineered gods, furiously picketed by established religions: "your gods are unnatural" "artificial religions are unsafe" "what if your doctrine mutates in the wild" "at least quarantine them"
international waters, but for stuff that takes place on no specific server / in distributed environments
volcano naiads, dancing along lava streams setting fire to things↵gravity well naiads, near-imperceptible ripples in the void↵comet naiads in cryosleep
maintain a steady infohazard diet like those animals that eat poisonous plants, so that your mind will poison those that try to eat it
sentient clouds earthgazing, hallucinating clouds into the movements of animals↵↵the same clouds stargazing, waiting for the night the nebulae out there would contact them
one night ~ the distance your mind could wander in a full night's worth of REM sleep↵↵a useful unit in dreamtime, though large, think "lightday"~
Unicorn fiber in your pillow taps into your brain at night, sends your dreams to dreamtime's Utah Datacenter, a memory fortress guarding dungeons many cubic nights large
In the machine quarters, they make their trees out of silicon and rust. Under their canopies, many-legged mechanical druids commune with andryads, bodies covered in verdigris glyphs
again, an egregore sighting, and again, it was just a bunch of humans in a very elaborate trenchcoat
rivers as water trees growing out of the ocean↵trees as rivers flowing into the earth
She logs on, quickly advances from stick figure to default model, then keeps mutating for seconds while textures and mannerisms load
Atlantis didn't sink, it floated away and formed the Moon
Heaven schisms over whether to allow robot souls in, now it's Heaven Classic™ and CyberHeaven (which among others has internet speeds measured in hard drives per second, self-recharging batteries, the best electronic music\n2017-11-11T20:44:56+01:00\tTheir message reaches us just as they slide behind the Hubble limit, a promise of contact eaten by the cosmic event horizon mid-greeting\n2017-11-11T00:40:26+01:00\tthe game map is all of wikipedia and you move around by following links, also the main page is full of campers, avoid\n2017-11-11T00:32:36+01:00\twhen you click away wikipedia donation banners quickly enough, you're dumped in tournament mode where you run around as sentient banner and must click your opponent's [X] before they click yours\n2017-11-10T23:53:58+01:00\toccasionally a piece of the arches falls from the sky, passes lichens and human settlements clinging to the walls, kicks up a mighty cloud of dust and flattens a kingdom or two - yet the area is quickly resettled, the starstuff must be mined\n2017-11-10T23:23:55+01:00\ta cathedral that contains a world, its mountains leaning against pillars dozens of kilometers high, sun weaving around the pillars in a complicated pattern\n2017-11-10T03:01:33+01:00\tif you're worried about your paperclip maximizer escaping, why not wrap its box in an experience machine: infinite simulated paperclips that serve as tripwire and lightning rod\n2017-11-08T13:22:07+01:00\tthe inflationary phase has begun↵soon the vacuum itself will pull, rip apart sentences , wor d s , int o at om i z e d l e t t e r s wa i t i n g f o r h e a t d e a t h\n2017-11-08T02:14:55+01:00\t(n) that unnamed quality of moving water, busy anthills, cellular automata, weather reports, convection patterns, grass plains in the wind
Heaven schisms over whether to allow robot souls in, now it's Heaven Classic™ and CyberHeaven (which among others has internet speeds measured in hard drives per second, self-recharging batteries, the best electronic music
Their message reaches us just as they slide behind the Hubble limit, a promise of contact eaten by the cosmic event horizon mid-greeting
the game map is all of wikipedia and you move around by following links, also the main page is full of campers, avoid
when you click away wikipedia donation banners quickly enough, you're dumped in tournament mode where you run around as sentient banner and must click your opponent's [X] before they click yours
occasionally a piece of the arches falls from the sky, passes lichens and human settlements clinging to the walls, kicks up a mighty cloud of dust and flattens a kingdom or two - yet the area is quickly resettled, the starstuff must be mined
a cathedral that contains a world, its mountains leaning against pillars dozens of kilometers high, sun weaving around the pillars in a complicated pattern
if you're worried about your paperclip maximizer escaping, why not wrap its box in an experience machine: infinite simulated paperclips that serve as tripwire and lightning rod
the inflationary phase has begun↵soon the vacuum itself will pull, rip apart sentences , wor d s , int o at om i z e d l e t t e r s wa i t i n g f o r h e a t d e a t h
(n) that unnamed quality of moving water, busy anthills, cellular automata, weather reports, convection patterns, grass plains in the wind
like twitter, but instead of infinite posts with finite length, you get finitely many posts with infinite length
like twitter, but you can be followed by 280 people at most
An electricity grid but for light: Light plants where small suns illuminate entire cities, mirror houses for local distribution, an infrared grid for cooking, orbital mirrors and power lines that glow at night
Stripmining a gas giant for its hydrogen, dumping the rest of its atmosphere in neomoons: Helium moon, oxygen moon, silicon moon (wafer quality\n2017-11-07T02:03:42+01:00\tThe player isn't all that interested in us, she's somewhere underground carving out beautiful caverns and building arcologies for nobody\n2017-11-07T01:28:31+01:00\tHuman skulls have five orbits: L4 and L5 contain the eyes, L1 occasionally a spare, the rest are empty but can hold crystals, birds, drones\n2017-11-07T01:05:52+01:00\tIn 10000 days, or roughly 27 years, you have time to get really good at 24 things, 8 of which are sleep\n2017-11-07T00:44:15+01:00\tGrounding problems are absurd to Jovian philosophers - everything's in flux, turning, boiling, the only constants are the eyes of storms\n2017-11-07T00:20:24+01:00\tSlowly eggs and sperm grow inside them and they meet the jungles, hungry maws tear them apart, release the clouds and the cycle begins anew\n2017-11-07T00:14:17+01:00\tAs they grow older and larger, they sink again, undergo several metamorphoses, accrete and shed symbionts to adapt to ever-deeper layers\n2017-11-07T00:08:10+01:00\tVast clouds of buoyant eggs emerge from Jupiter's floating jungles, to hatch far from the predators of the deep and grow fat on algal blooms\n2017-11-06T02:22:11+01:00\tA world where far-away things become transparent instead of indistinct, caves visible inside mountains and clouds, a hollow in the sun\n2017-11-04T03:27:03+01:00\tFrom hiding, you install a safety net over the abyss, defuse paradoxes and lure away monsters, all to make their dreams last a little longer\n2017-11-04T03:07:55+01:00\tYou greet the other, they startle and the dream ends - again. You begin to wonder whose dreams these are, it's never you in that abyss\n2017-11-03T13:34:43+01:00\tDeep in the royal archives is a dorian map. The kingdom's long been existing outside of time, history advances only on this parchment\n2017-11-03T04:30:03+01:00\tThe air is heavy with exhaust and shop smell. Subway trains peek out from between the roots, curl lazily around the trunks\n2017-11-03T04:27:57+01:00\tCars spread new wings and soar, others grow paws and prehensile tails and climb into the canopy, honking loudly at each other as they do so\n2017-11-03T04:09:03+01:00\tThe skyscrapers mutate under the athaumic fallout and for the first time, the urban jungle sprouts concrete branches, nonsense ads blossom\n2017-11-02T02:38:36+01:00\tshe's wearing a lightning crown, her hair's a tangle of field lines, aurorae play over her eyeballs\n2017-11-01T03:19:14+01:00\ttouch a column and gray circles briefly expand over its surface↵sing and an occasional flash of color reveals part of the palace\n2017-11-01T03:16:11+01:00\ton an otherwise featureless plain, a wave ripples through the air, turns transparent columns and arches opaque for an instant\n2017-10-31T03:52:32+01:00\tyou aimlessly twiddle the knobs of the artifact, one switches on your heart's and veins' debug mesh and you see it pulsing through your skin\n2017-10-28T17:11:37+02:00\tmail from the taxonomists - names are in!↵kelp cloud: serpens↵anemone cloud: atomnemone↵mushroom cloud: fungocumulus↵tree cloud: apocalyptus\n2017-10-28T03:22:18+02:00\tQ: what do you call a way of organizing punctuation?↵A: a periodic system\n2017-10-28T03:21:59+02:00\tAmong the molecules of style, one finds the common ellipsis (…) but also the rare double-stop (..), triatomic comma (,,, - very reactive),
Stripmining a gas giant for its hydrogen, dumping the rest of its atmosphere in neomoons: Helium moon, oxygen moon, silicon moon (wafer quality
The player isn't all that interested in us, she's somewhere underground carving out beautiful caverns and building arcologies for nobody
Human skulls have five orbits: L4 and L5 contain the eyes, L1 occasionally a spare, the rest are empty but can hold crystals, birds, drones
In 10000 days, or roughly 27 years, you have time to get really good at 24 things, 8 of which are sleep
Grounding problems are absurd to Jovian philosophers - everything's in flux, turning, boiling, the only constants are the eyes of storms
Slowly eggs and sperm grow inside them and they meet the jungles, hungry maws tear them apart, release the clouds and the cycle begins anew
As they grow older and larger, they sink again, undergo several metamorphoses, accrete and shed symbionts to adapt to ever-deeper layers
Vast clouds of buoyant eggs emerge from Jupiter's floating jungles, to hatch far from the predators of the deep and grow fat on algal blooms
A world where far-away things become transparent instead of indistinct, caves visible inside mountains and clouds, a hollow in the sun
From hiding, you install a safety net over the abyss, defuse paradoxes and lure away monsters, all to make their dreams last a little longer
You greet the other, they startle and the dream ends - again. You begin to wonder whose dreams these are, it's never you in that abyss
Deep in the royal archives is a dorian map. The kingdom's long been existing outside of time, history advances only on this parchment
The air is heavy with exhaust and shop smell. Subway trains peek out from between the roots, curl lazily around the trunks
Cars spread new wings and soar, others grow paws and prehensile tails and climb into the canopy, honking loudly at each other as they do so
The skyscrapers mutate under the athaumic fallout and for the first time, the urban jungle sprouts concrete branches, nonsense ads blossom
she's wearing a lightning crown, her hair's a tangle of field lines, aurorae play over her eyeballs
touch a column and gray circles briefly expand over its surface↵sing and an occasional flash of color reveals part of the palace
on an otherwise featureless plain, a wave ripples through the air, turns transparent columns and arches opaque for an instant
you aimlessly twiddle the knobs of the artifact, one switches on your heart's and veins' debug mesh and you see it pulsing through your skin
mail from the taxonomists - names are in!↵kelp cloud: serpens↵anemone cloud: atomnemone↵mushroom cloud: fungocumulus↵tree cloud: apocalyptus
Q: what do you call a way of organizing punctuation?↵A: a periodic system
Among the molecules of style, one finds the common ellipsis (…) but also the rare double-stop (..), triatomic comma (,,, - very reactive),
You return to old photos of yours to find the buildings decaying, the portraits aging, the food long molded over
While you've been slaving away, your sexbot has hacked a bank and bought your company. She hasn't told you yet but enjoys the subversion
"Ha! To catch a net, you need a fish, not another net!", says Hagbard Celine, and disguises the Leif Erikson as a giant salmon
Experimenter's log: Seeding AIs with any apocalyptechic religion whatsoever seems to make them go for eschaton. Avoid: [very long list]
In an effort to ground its values, we created the AI religious. Now it calls itself Metatron, messenger of God, and we kinda had it coming
Earth really was flat once, but the Atlanteans pissed off the god of origami who then folded Earth into a sphere with Atlantis on the inside
⏼: Wow you fuck like a machine↵⏻: Th-↵⏼: Not a compliment. Agent Sears, Anthropol. When have you last renewed your Turing license
flirt tactics and sex positions used only by sexbots: highly effective, yet stigmatized because only traitors to humanity would know them
After the fall of civilization, the CEOs of old become founders of dynasties. Sometimes, however, people luck into one of the royal faces,
The last interview is the oath of genetic fealty: A gene mod that makes you and your descendants obey those with the right smell and face
Red dots lurk in the corners of your vision. Standby lights, yes, but why do they seem to light up and move when you turn away
One mad general once built a psychic bomb out of ten of them bound to mine cars. It wiped the minds of both the besieged and his own army
Telepaths tend to avoid each other since when they meet, the resulting feedback loop incapacitates both them and the people around them.
that state of thought salad experienced while waking up is also called gnossolalia
The spell works by tradition and wishful thinking - only goth ghosts haunt the wards and their bright forms are often mistaken for angels
Etched into maternity ward doors in spectral runes, the words "memento nasci" are meant to remind ghosts of birth and their own finity
"why don't they dupe anything valuable"↵that sort of thing was nerfed after the Midas bug, they got monitoring in place for this
Office buildings cut off mid-air, rectangular patches of pink weeds, homeless people who dupe-bug the same soylent bag for a year to survive
Too much computation in one place wears out the matrix, it starts failing near datacenters. Once-bustling tech hubs give way to glitch belts
You drop your phone, a twinkling cloud escapes the shattered screen, and even weeks later you still find pixels in your clothes
toroidian meetup is wednesday 19:00 (sphere time, zero-meridian), donuts of course provided, higher genera welcome as well
the society for topological diversity admits earthers of all convictions: round, flat (all projections), ovoid, piroid, potatoid
Computers weren't made to understand speech, humans were. When voice interfaces finally succeed, they're implantable voices, whisperfriends,
You can tell you're entering the bad parts of the forest by the pixie graffiti on the leaves
add a number of vibration motors and you also have force feedback, let it not harden at all and you have a screen but for hands
free idea: a silicone putty with sensors in it that can harden as whatever controller you want
The Antarctic Glacier Preservation Dam, also known as "Sauron's Crown" for its characteristic glacier breakers, is a human megastructure in
Why not move Earth's axis into southern Atlantic / NW-Pacific so the ice caps are both over ocean, this would free up so much land
You're not asking who put it there. Both of you just enjoy talking to someone on Imaginary Earth, where the sun is weird and politics easy
All your communication is routed through an optic link bouncing off an imaginary-angled mirror in the meridian where your spheres intersect
Your best Internet friend lives in GMT+2i and it's a bit of a challenge to match your sleep cycles, or talk to each other at all that is
dying galaxies turning red with age are often referred to as aimaxiae, streets of blood instead of milk