McTeacher

Lost between ghost and the shell.

[McTeacher @IsThisTeacher]

Oh to be a pebble caught in waves set in motion by tide of things so old and grand

[Nature is Amazing ☘️ @AMAZlNGNATURE]

The dark blue color at the bottom of an iceberg.

[McTeacher @IsThisTeacher]

@TVachaW I see. To me dissociation isn't usually about running away from something as much as it is about going a level of abstraction higher and realizing this experience's place in the grander scheme of things and making peace with it through this, hence tye question about scales.

[McTeacher @IsThisTeacher]

Unfortunately, most of you don't understand that this is a celebration and triumph of life and not some wicked twist on it.

[Insider Paper @TheInsiderPaper]

NEW: Scientists say they have, for the first time, constructed a synthetic cell from non-living chemical components that can feed, grow, and replicate—just like a natural cell.

[McTeacher @IsThisTeacher]

@om_patel5 "someone"? bitch shut up😂

[McTeacher @IsThisTeacher]

ts gonna go SO hard as a beat drop

[McTeacher @IsThisTeacher]

@AnActualGarnish @ureverypie Check out FluffyBird, perfect cozy mealtime gameplay with lots of mechanics mentioned along the way
Doesn't post that often though

[McTeacher @IsThisTeacher]

im crine bro why are there fucking BOULDERS on a bike lane??

[Visegrád 24 @visegrad24]

A vehicle caught fire and subsequently exploded near the iconic Charging Bull statue in New York City's Wall Street district

[McTeacher @IsThisTeacher]

@tatumturnup Perfect illustration

https://t.co/56HiqjiGtL

[McTeacher @IsThisTeacher]

State of robotics rn:

[McTeacher @IsThisTeacher]

@tatumturnup New clanker reaction clip just dropped

[McTeacher @IsThisTeacher]

State of robotics rn:

[Tatum Turn Up @tatumturnup]

This is the greatest video I’ve ever seen. No notes. The lifeless clanker carcass just laying there. No crowd reaction, anything. Just Billie Jean. Until its lifeless shell is shamefully dragged off. Purely amazing.

[McTeacher @IsThisTeacher]

What a load of bullshit. You just parrot sentences Karp said VERBATIM in hus interviews and in the manifesto itself, adding "literally" every other paragraph. You neither explained anything thoroughly nor provided any new insight - the manifesto didn't need an explanation in the first place, it's quite straight forward!

And you provided zero arguments for why any of this is bad, but that is to be expected. Absolutely midwit post which of course would gain traction here. Awful.

[McTeacher @IsThisTeacher]

@MaziyarPanahi It missed at least two cars in demo?

[McTeacher @IsThisTeacher]

My apologies, Claude
I wasn't familiar with your game

[McTeacher @IsThisTeacher]

Thanks for the warning I guess

[ETHMilan 🇮🇹 @eth_milano]

everyone in web3 will be in Milan.
May 21-22

[Nornal Guy 🧙‍♂️ @theralkia]

You can’t be dating out of your consciousness bracket

[McTeacher @IsThisTeacher]

Wow.
They're erecting walls in attention-space.

[Karen Piper @PiperK]

The Saudis (or X) have flooded the zone with sex bots if you search for "Riyadh" so you can't get any news.

Literally every second, there's a new bot.

[McTeacher @IsThisTeacher]

Irongrim shook his head, cleared his throat and focused on the crystal again. Light was pouring just as it was before, but the mirror in front of it grew dimmer by the minute. Even though the orcs around him all stood with their backs toward him and were now obscured by the fog, he felt the pressure in their thick heads grow. If an alarm was to be raised, it would be a first one for many of them.

As the mirror grew close to being fully devoid of red light, he raised the torch and opened his mouth, ready to give the order he was assigned to give. But before a single sound could leave his throat, a strange tremor shook the sanctuary.

A low growl reverberated across the hold, shaking the Sanctuary floor ever so little as it spread. Some of those standing next to loudhorns grasped them tighter in distress, but the tremor itself wasn’t strong enough to throw even someone as small as goblin off balance.

Irongrim lost his composure only for a moment, but his attention returned to the mirror in the ceiling immediately after.

The light in the mirror shone stronger now! The shake seemed to clear the fog a little, and now it was dissipating further, as if blown away by a giant forge bellow.

Relieved, Irongrim opened his mouth again to dismiss the alarm and return the garrison to standby. He inhaled deeply to shout “Alarm dismissed!” but the only thing he could get out was “Alarm..!” before he broke into a sharp and violent cough that bent him in two. Seeking to regain balance, he put his foot down but found nothing underneath it. He tumbled clumsily and fell forward, disappearing in the hole before him, torch still in his hand. The torchwood at the bottom of the red glass sphere blew up in fire, as Irongrim fell into it and screamed in horror.

“Alarm!” — the guards immediately repeated in discord as they put their mouths to horns. By the time the first guard turned away and saw captain tumbling in the fiery pit it was too late. Irongrim, burnt but otherwise fine, managed to climb out of the red bubble, but blares of the loudhorns were now spredaing throughout the abyss, chasing after the fog that filled Sanctum mere minutes before. There was no stopping it now.

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— What the fuck?

— Turn it off!

— I can’t!

— Well stop the smoke then!

— There is no smoke! The exhaust fan is on and it still tripped the alarm.

Rishi and Anton looked at the ceiling in panic and despair. The smoke detector was blaring and the red dot in its center was blinking as if there was a real flame dancing inside of it.

Indeed, there was no smoke — but the air still smelled of oil and something sour.

And somewhere beneath that, one could make out — if only barely — the smell of burnt orc hair.

[McTeacher @IsThisTeacher]

G'dharaim Keep was on high alert.

Everyone in the Sanctum felt uneasy but tried not to show it — the fog that had been creeping on them from the abyss below had finally reached fortress’ walls and started seeping through the openings. It smelled of oil and something sour, making it difficult for ork guards to breathe.

Irongrim looked around the Sanctum again. He was in the center of a large circular stone circle held by six pillars hanging from above — columns stretching from Apex above, which held Sanctum and the entire upside-down citadel over the abyss. The hall could very well have been a wyvern nest — the ceiling was a skull’s throw away, and there was nothing separating the interior from the abyss outside — openings weren’t windows as much as they were barn-sized doors.

Every opening had a pair of guards standing on the precipice. Each guard in the Sanctum garrison was of monumental stature, but seemed almost inadequate next to the loudhorns they were assigned. Until a few minutes ago, the guards were lazily staring out in the distance, but now each had a baffled (if not nervous) look on their face as they tried to pierce the fog with their gaze and make out familiar outlines of mountains in the abyss. Some even turned around to see if the Crystal was still shining.

And shine Crystal did — if only thanks to shaman priests’ magic. All shamans were gathered in the Apex — a larger circular floor above, where no guard could enter, and no one knew the ritual to summon Crystal’s bright red light but them. Sometimes those on duty in Sanctum would hear humming or faint sounds of chanting coming from above, but they’d never see shamans themselves. The only time they ever could was during the garrison change, but even then the priests would always be locked in a closed carriage on top of mubaak’s back, shielding the from curious eyes and intruders alike.

Some weaker orks and goblins assigned to provision duties swore that shamans had four arms, their eyes were made of glass, and sparks flew out of their mouths when they spoke. These stories became so common they would be mocked by guards and treated as tall tales by high captains, but the stories stayed more or less consistent nonetheless.

”— Keep yer loudhorns close!” - Irongrim roared. Even in suffocating fog, high captain’s voice was loud and clear.

The Sanctum guard straightened up. Clanking and coughing rose and quickly subsided as everyone on duty leaned closer to their loudhorns and cleared their throats — just in case. No one turned to look at the crystal anymore.

Irongrim rose from his throne, took the torch from the pillar next to him and walked towards a hole in the floor. He stopped a step away from it and gazed into it. Through red glass outside the hole, the abyss below was barely visible and the bottom of the glass bubble was lined with firewood and smelled of resin.

Captain raised his head above. Directly over the hole was the Crystal — rather, not the Crystal itself, but the dome in which it resided. Right across from it, on the other side of the dome was another light. When he first saw it on his a few weeks ago, Irongrim thought there were two Crystals, but on his second or third shift as Shoutguard’s Captain, he realized it was something else.

Back then, a passing cloud had entered the Sanctum and partially obscured the intense red light, and Irongrim saw that it was some kind of one-way glass — it merely reflected part of light produced by the Crystal in front of it, but was transparent otherwise. As his eyes adjusted, Irongrim could make out some movement behind the translucent mirror — a shaman in a ritual dance, no doubt.

He never saw through the mirror fully, but the whole setup would spring to mind each time he’d hear anyone mention Thrakk or Ghraap — the Lightgiver and Lighttaker deities, who chase each other across the skies as Ghraap keeps mocking Thrakk by flaunting the light he stole from him.

[McTeacher @IsThisTeacher]

@redaction everything's correlated if you omit enough data✋

[McTeacher @IsThisTeacher]

How Isaac be moving when he finds Transcendence: