is this what the kids call serendipity https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/847250082193752065/photo/1

With human-level chatbots to keep you company, why stop at running one? Scale up, run a dunbar-sized amount of them! Leave humanity behind!

“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”

In an effort to brighten up the cityscape, they now paint colorful irises on their surveillance balloons

an uninhabited paradise orbits half a black hole, trees grow on ocean waves, confused angels try to sing underwater, circled by dolphins

next to the god’s workbench, discarded universe strands start to ferment and merge, form an incongruous but fecund mess

you crush the egg in your hand and a flock of tiny birds escapes from your fist

Your 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

2037 tzdata release notes:↵* introduce UTC-68y timezone to accommodate legacy 32bit timestamp devices (power plants, banks, IoT)

the hardest part is figuring out the fluid dynamics of a cloud calculator, the second hardest part is bearing all the cloud computing jokes

Silicon and clockwork fail us, so we tickle Jupiter’s clouds with lasers and wake tornadoes, let storms walk where our probes can’t reach

a stone cylinder in her hands is her link to the net, its complexly textured surface shifting and rippling in response to her touch

there is skin where her eyes should be, but her fingers are deft and slender and map your face before you can protest

The elements of style are rarely found in pure form. Usually, they’re bound in sentence ores that have to be datamined, processed, refined

item: paper with (bendable) circuits printed on it that will become an origami drone when folded into a paper crane and supplied with power

near the pole, the framerate drops, voices are overcompressed, the air is raspy and your breath condenses into glittering polygon mist

Disembodied hands scuttle through the attic, building their webs with needle and thread↵One even carries a clutch of baby hands on its back

clean holes appear in his limbs, torso, head, allow you to see through him as they widen↵one arm, disconnected, begins to move on its own

Humans cultivated in a matrix will eventually build a web (xtüI et al. 7330; Sol3 7441). Research into the nature of their prey is ongoing (

The void mold’s been spreading. The ceiling is becoming transparent, closets open into nothingness, cups leak precious coffee into space

keep your identity small, keep it compartmented, store your passwords in a tulpa that only comes out when you’re not being threatened

: the giddy mix of transgression, relief and alienation/derealization of being someone else

althistory as a superstimulus for nostalgia (or sometimes nostalgia’s evil twin: guilt-tripping oneself)

The miners swear they saw a tiny sun die when they opened the geode. Closer inspection reveals microscopic ruins on the crystals, roads,

the black market has more sophisticated sensory harnesses, some for example are quite effective at converting old killbots into sexbots

we override a military killbot’s sensory feeds with VR goggles and glue, it’s our best pal as long as the goggles don’t come off

Once uprooted by a storm, the weightless city tumbles by, quick to trade aethereal garbs and woven clouds for gold to weigh it down

Newer UFO generations deploy memetic camouflage, invariably appearing like bad photoshops when caught on digital media

In the paradise timeline, nobody ever suffers. But every time it branches, yet another former paradise finds out: God has left them.

did you know that when you press your fingers against your neuroport, it’ll talk nonsense and make you feel phantom limbs

Many nanobots have perished in the battle, billions of nanosouls. The valkyrie sighs, takes out her dustpan, and starts sweeping them up.

Die Schäfchenwolken wandern, ein Flicken Sternenhimmel in scharfem Kontrast zum Himmelblau umkreist sie: Es ist Frau Holles Schäferdrache.

his words solidify and drift to the floor where they crack open and grow into flowers, fire-colored moss, pebble nymphs and bonsai thickets

the abyss has a cute younger sibling whose stares you’d notice if you weren’t so preoccupied with the older one

the word syzygy describes itself and whoever smuggled that into the english language deserves a medal

A small whirlwind followed you home months ago. It’s become a constant companion, likes to sleep near your laptop’s air exhaust to recharge

There is one point where the Web’s threads run dense and form a cocoon. It was no spider that wove this, but Psyche, goddess of butterflies.

The message in this bottle has been executing, fermenting into a universe. The paper has been consumed, stars swirl around lazily instead

Tree spirits live slowly enough to surf fairy rings as they wander↵Put on your amber glasses and see them, resin trailing from their mouths

item: a silicon coin with a submicrometer resolution mandelbrot lithographed into one side and a julia set into the other

honorable mention: verve, rapture, satori

also a good list https://qualiacomputing.com/2015/06/09/state-space-of-drug-effects-results/ (via https://twitter.com/gwern/status/841698455844204544) https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/841737853478543361/photo/1

squick-but-relief of a popped zit↵sun-and-cold-air-on-your-face (being suffused in perception)↵happiness that tightens one’s throat

one german word which doesn’t have a good translation (see its root word) https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/841732332449067012/photo/1

• feeling weightless (that after relief)↵* that paradoxical mix of fright and comfort of psychedelic trips↵* the feeling of scabs going off

• melancholy but colorful instead of black↵* sugary hysteric hyperbliss↵* the feeling evoked by things fitting together

where are the adjectives for these:↵* wide-eyed with wonder↵* vicarious happiness↵* being transfixed by something sparkling/flowing/floating