Just as our bones are the skeletons of our bodies, so are our bodies the skeletons of a higher being. Our pudgy blood-filled frames one day will form the solid core of something beautiful, a helical angel of memories, shadow and glass.
"Hey check out my new Mk 2 Eviscerator, it accelerates to 0.5c in a picosecond and any asteroid in the way gets insta-plasmaed by these mono edge torture blades"
"Whoa nice. Hey have you noticed you don't see many kids on the starlanes these days?"
"Yeah overprotective parents"
I found this cute pink diary full of scribbled messages from the future. But I'm not sure it can be genuine, because it only seems to consist of horrifying warnings?
Anti-ageing technology is unethical and anti-life. Capital accumulation over time will inevitably lead to wealth concentration in the hands of an immortal gerontocracy, gold-hoarding dragons asleep in their lairs as the young are born into servitude and poverty.
"Scientists": ooh yes evolution is definitely real, there is a developmental link between every species!
Skeptics: ok but what about whales? How do you explain those?
"Scientists": err well there was definitely a creature that looked like this, honest!
By removing a sticker from the sticker sheet, you summon the children's abyss: a friend-shaped hole, a gulf, a gap, a colorless unbody. They'll stare and see the world in it, and worse, they'll try to peel it from the sheet again
In 500 years' time a gamer downloads the final piece of DLC and weeps for those long-forgotten builders who dreamed of paradise yet never witnessed the beauty of what they had begun.
The early footage was so grainy that you couldn't really tell, but what are often termed "flying saucers" are in fact holes in reality. Little circular windows to the void dancing like whirligig bugs through the upper atmosphere, mystical gateways to an unknown darkness.
If you drill down really far into reality—I mean really far, way below the Planck length—you will see that its building blocks are in fact incredibly simple. Gods, dreams and magic.
The Death of the Internet, often simply abbreviated to NetDeath, was subsequently traced by rusting chronologians to have occurred on 29 January 2024. That was the clear turning point after which the Restoration of Humanity had finally begun.
Ur, Athens, Rome. Paris, London, New York.
The East is where civilizations rise and fall; the West is a migration of the Eternal City. I have seen its final sunken glory, where golden cataphracts sit astride lapis-eyed hippocamps, and Varangians bubble among drowning shades.
continuing my late introduction to minecraft by learning about 2b2t, the longest-running persistent 'anarchy server'. depicted is the area surrounding the spawn point, which has over the last decade been converted to a barren waste, beautiful but inimical to life