the first full-length movie made entirely from brain-scan reconstructed dream sequences

the smell of sweat, fear, blood & machine oil in a nuclear bunker↵hiveminds insane from isolation, seeking to escape through hijacked radio

kyberspace aesthetic: golden wires and flesh, cinema projectors crossed with punchcard looms, people&animals wired intimately into machinery

Turns out, small hives quickly bootstrap into posthumanity. Only large, slow ones are tractable.↵And then there’s the self-mindwipe problem

Some successes are documented, like one hive of eight humans and one octopus (needed for routing). But it was immobile and incomprehensible.

Now forgotten, analog kyberspace preceded cyberspace, finicky but promising: Black projects routed gold wires directly into the brain.

Noobasis: Object level.↵Nootroposphere: First meta level. Still mostly plebs.↵Noostratosphere: The skyhook may deign to meet you here.

Metaphors, like horses, only carry you so far.

Noosphere weather report: Ideological cold front advancing, 30% likelihood of shitstorm, but 90% if it hits and joins the culture war front

Void birds chitter, characterized by irregular grating silence, smooth eddies in the air as they fly. Their eggs carry tiny accretion disks.

microcosmos: really tiny cosmos↵millicosmos: somewhat larger↵decicosmos: fits in a bottle, ideal size to put on a shelf and forget

New World Order? Tell me, have you seen any order to our world?↵New World Disorder is our cause. Stronger and more fertile than any order.

Devil priest: “You know there are rules to this? We don’t just take any punk, low quality souls are of no interest to us! Prove your worth.”

The page says only “mind the gap”, but you turn it over. It has no reverse. Your gaze rests on nothing and falls, your mind follows.

St Elmo’s fire but for hyperspeed vessels, interstellar gas crossing the Alcubierre bubble and lighting up

Space is viscous here, slows down light to walking speed. Hair standing on end, any sudden movement makes you glow with Cherenkov radiation.

This onion has Moebius layers, you can peel it forever and not be done.

You carry out a heist on Pandora’s box to free Hope’s little sister, but only manage to let Heispair and Fumousity escape. Good job hero~

The bridge is held up by what Physolophers call a Wile E. Coyote field: That sadly means local failures propagate

A bridge supported by nothing but its ignorance of the abyss below. An awesome feat of epistemic engineering, sure, but do NOT look down.

In general, while half storm breeds are really fluffy, they’ll often rain on things and get caught under ceilings - not the ideal pet.

Stroke your stormcat’s soft gray fur, elicit an explosive purr. (And lightning! Owners, take care to ground your belongings properly)

a society so atomized that even your subselves do not talk to each other anymore

When the author stops telling a story, the story doesn’t end but the author loses control over it. Keep that in mind when self-inserting.

Yes, you’re a protagonist in this story - but it is one of those where the author has a self-insert.

The ice volcano erupts, clouds of frost roll down its slopes and freeze everything in their path. Glaciers follow and bury entire forests.

Your opportunity to escape lasts about as long as this sentence - there, gone.

KnowYourMeme and their ilk are the butterfly collectors of memes: pin them down with words and leave them well defined, sterile and unmoving

he wears a crown of mathematical singularities, surfaces running through each other, spikes going into infinity

Most uploads left us years ago, but now there’s a war. Refugees are downloading themselves into makeshift bodies and applying for asylum.

The second moon is a giant lens. Eclipsing the Sun, it sears canyons into Earth’s crust. Eclipsing the Moon, we can see our footsteps.

2031: Memetic entropy is now well studied, Carnot cycle mapped. We create engines out of people, semantic firewalls and logical conclusions.

Our new roommate is one quarter frost giant and everybody wants to have him around during summer, dip feet in the cool air wafting off him

The magical radiation in faerieland ruins most of our tech so there are special faerie-hardened mycocomputers made entirely of mycelium

a glass knife to cut a light ray, not along its frequencies like a prism, but across so that it shatters and can be harvested

Black will-o’-the-wisps do not glow and cannot hunt in the night. As an alternative, some pretend to be treasure locations on maps.

[Pulsar: a ‘civilization’, huh. Glorified mold growing on cold rocks. Even those main sequence hydrogen babies are too hardcore for them.]

[Pulsar: I did WHAT? I was beaming my most private thoughts into the void all along? And the void fucking peeped?]

He translates from languages that don’t exist. Not just dead but never spoken. Exquisite poems conceived by pulsars, finally accessible.

Don’t be fooled by the parchments, I draw territories, not maps. Not sterile like the competition’s, alive! Kingdoms of ink could be yours!

horse -> hors↵snake -> snek↵barge -> borg

cloud -> cloub↵ghost -> gosb↵large -> lorg↵tyrannosaurus rex -> fluffy (this is an example of an irregular form)

a new grammatical form for cute/fluffy things, the tumblr diminutive:↵bird -> birb↵bunny -> buny↵small -> smol (it even works on adjectives)

Ghost and soul are antiparticles moving through time in different directions from the moment of their creation: Death.

phantasmarcheology (n): the study of the past through ghosts and echoes. See also: metabiology

Ghosts do in fact not pass walls at all, not any that were around when they still lived anyway. A key principle of phantasmarcheology.

The ruins are mostly gone, but the ghosts still follow their old patterns. Watch them long enough and you can trace streets and buildings.

“I swear this house is haunted, don’t take me for crazy but I sometimes see your face floating in the bathroom”↵”uuuuh”

You find a little mirror on the flea market that looks an hour into the past. You use it to spy on your cute flatmate in the bathroom.

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