content warnings: homelessness author: sath, ana, h
VOICE: KNIGHT OF CUPS.
CHARACTER: SIX OF WANDS.
you unplug your headset with a sigh, stretching to relieve the vague tension of sitting in a chair all day. it’s been another good day for you. the tech is finally up to snuff, and people are taking notice. you might even get the chance to take a break soon, and that, combined with the security from the money now flowing in, seems excellent.
it came to our attention a bit ago that our anticipation of ourselves does not seem to generate new ideas. that seems… incorrect, mostly a result of us not fully understanding the mechanisms behind that generation. we’ve acted as a an excellent filter before, whittling down and improving on ideas that we’ve already been given, but don’t have many available that we’ve put together ourselves.
we’re writing this because it’s something we’ve had to develop for ourselves, as it was missing from one of the best guides we know of when it comes to foundational cognitive skills and it is not going to get done otherwise.
the output of my creative process isn’t for you! it’s for me! you can take whatever you want from it, but i am probably not writing this for you. i am writing this so we can breathe.
edit:
this is only half true, honestly. not that i was trying to lie, but i was trying to reclaim a piece of our structure for creativity in general. the blood machine takes art as input, too, and it feels so fucked up to me that it’s running a timeless gambit to enslave the artists and the art itself.
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shifterband content warnings: description of imprisonment. author: h, robin
when i come to, the pain is back.
I know by that alone that they’ve taken the sword and the ring as far as they can get them away from me. Or maybe just stuck them in a lead box, i wouldn’t know. My mind feels dull, sluggish. It takes full seconds to blink away the haze and take in my surroundings. Plain grey brick box of a room, mostly featureless.
it’s around noon when they come for me. just as well. i get the feeling they ordinarily would have sent the team at some ungodly hour of the morning, but they learned from last time. and the times before that. i don’t know if i’ll be able to make it out of this one. they brought searchlights, aiming them at the windows, the escape routes. cast blazing beams through each window, searing my eyes if I look too closely.
okay so this isn’t a story about how life came to exist as like a thing, you know. billions of years of gas, dead rock and amino acids turning to will is its own thing, and miraculous in its own right. but i wanna talk about something that happened about another two billion years after that.
at the bottom of the ocean there is a colony of cells. this isn’t all that uncommon.
so she wakes up in the middle of the woods. bile rises up unbidden and, black and oilslick what has become of her? every defense cut at once- torn to shreds, black spiderweb ooze-coating her mind and toungue and throat. she retches again. vertebre, white and corroded, seven. seven bones. memories, dreams, hopes, loves abandonded. she’s shivering, lying on the ground. hours later? it’s dark outside, and it wasn’t before. does she remember her name?
imagine, for a moment, you float in the Void. maybe on wings, or in a ship. you can see around you the planets, the dust, the rocks, the star you orbit. think about the way your body tells you you’re still- in the absence of a force pulling you one way or another off your path, your gut drops. free fall is taking the path through the void that requires the least effort, after all.
thoughts while driving, here to be refined.
alright. imports:
Bent Rotor An eigenrotor that has slipped alignment between its halo and superimpellor such that the energy flow through the system disruptively deforms from from the pressure between the superimpellor and halo. A halo near main sequence collapse can maintain a straight eigenrotor under immense strain due to narrative flexing, which means that rotor deformation tends to be observed only in cases of imminent core collapse, or as inert wreckage of a post-collapse system.
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void content warnings: abuse. vivid desciptions of spanking, animal abuse. for real, listen to this one. author: sath, robin
IF IT KEEPS ON RAINING, LEVEE’S GOING TO BREAK
r:
so. we can’t continue to live like this. the last time i felt like we really, actually had some fucking agency, some fucking spine left, was… what, back in college, the first time? ever since…
i dunno. learn more, get more afraid. get more pissed off. we prolly didn’t really even have it back then, but the pressure’s fucking up now.