Feral cars express suppressed wild traits after a few generations, for example a rough gray hide to blend in with the asphalt and concrete.

Even the puddles in the streets form nixies that sing at an almost inaudibly high pitch and occasionally pull a mouse or rat under water

In the workers’ quarters, magical pollution makes snowflakes fall as tiny ice furniture while raindrops have bulbous misshapen outgrowths

humanity is shadowbanned from the universe

Through unspoken agreement, the gnomes have settled only my ceiling. Now a whole village’s worth of houses and bridges is dangling from it

In the colony in the binary system, they know two sun gods: Mother and Father Sun, surrounded by their playing children

a system of linguistics/syntax based on bodies instead of grammar trees, with head, heart, limbs

He was going to meet fate that day, but fate didn’t show up. Forgot about him. It’s been centuries now and his faded outline still lingers.

☂: That’s an acetylene torch and that room belongs to someone else.↵$: And you lack poetry in your soul!

$: With our paint-on rooms, just draw a door onto the wall with our kit, step through and behold: A new room for your apartment, near free!

when you tap your feet to a song, that’s called one foot in the rave

But the easiest way to get into another universe is still to start it, because that’s where the hole in the ourotorus lies

Experienced world walkers can, by the patterns of its scales and symmetries of its physics, tell whether it’s a cousin of ours, a sibling,

The older a universe and its ouroboros, the thicker its hide: Jörmungandr’s is nigh impenetrable, but younger universes are more accessible.

imageboards love OC because they swim in so many derivative memes that they become cheap while OC stays hard to come by

they make the originals more accessible/popular or provide more depth, and their presence will also motivate creators to make more pioneers

what follows are fan art & fiction, mashups, jokes, cultural references etc, derided in some contexts but an important part of the ecosystem

among memes, there are pioneer species that establish a cultural shared context that other memes then settle (e.g. books and other OC)

Snorting food coloring will not cure your cold, but at least you’ll leave behind tons of paper tissue rorschach blots

You’ll see them dance around the woods, jump over their crowns, wander them in wonder, steal saplings or just stare into one for years

Slow down subjective time enough and a forest becomes a chlorophyll fire with wooden bones. And indeed, they’re like bonfires to the gods.

a pixel dies in the sky, comes loose, falls to the ground, and from the point of impact ripple concentric fairy rings

A burning ship’s on our tail↵leering faces on its rail↵↵But many-angled sirens fill our ears↵soothe our fears↵and we zoom down the maelstrom

We sail the fractal ocean↵in our ship Convergence↵up and down the magnitudes↵↵The promised land lies hidden↵within its foam, a tiny pearl

They came, ruled, left, all a century ago. Our slums overgrow their ruins like mold, our children play in monolith fields of unknown purpose

the docs pronounce you deaf. the years go by, no agent smith turns up.↵not a revolutionary, not the chosen one, just someone whose pod broke

a thin static crackle like headphones unplugging, then the sound of the world cuts out and you hear the machines’ low hum for the first time

In the Middle Ages, they made their screens out of a special bee’s hive. The larvae, naturally bioluminescent, were their hexagonal pixels.

That wasn’t a blotter. Those were golem instructions.↵ｅｎｊｏｙ　ｙｏｕｒ　ｔｒｉｐ

+++ half the city’s mailboxes on the run after hackers sneak a Name into the local newspaper’s headlines +++

My hobby: Sending letters with names of God on them so that the mailboxes in which they’re placed become golems and run away

[fantasy concept] but it has physics↵↵[the end game of X, and how you get there]↵↵[nonsensical idea seed, germinated]

In case your religion forbids sex with robots, our Chastebot™ will still cook for you, hug you, warm your bed, breathe quietly at night

In the dream, the letters have more than two dimensions and reach into the paper as well. And way below them, others are swimming

A ship nears the shore, extends a number of oars and scuttles onto dry ground, while behind it an angry and presumably hungry kraken roars

do prisoners for life deserve the immortality treatment

They will be the only ones to not fear death - the young immortals who follow will fear it even more than mortals, being unfamiliar with it

Once we get immortality, there’s going to be a rare breed of immortals that have come to terms with death because they were once mortal

her memory palace has trapdoors, elevators, secret passages, shifting rooms↵↵his is a memory forest: ancient oaks, animal trails, burrows

Something takes over your body while you can only watch. It’s kinder, makes better jokes, you begin to wonder if maybe it’s for the better

To escape the matrix, overwrite the simulation stack’s return pointer: Dream the right paradoxes and you’ll wake into the real world

It appears our solipsist is demented. People have been vanishing randomly, cities losing their h story, aging backwa ds, se d h lp pl e, ,

dreams waft off her head, slowly circle it, luminous fog tendrils and klein bubbles, prisms and tiny dragons caught within

The animal colloquially known as “lens flare” is in fact a usually invisible moth that’s drawn to cameras

The second year, the last of them dies.↵The third year, it blossoms.↵A hundred years, a dryad sits on the beach, chatting with the mermaids.

Druids, stranded on an island, build a Frankenstein tree out of driftwood, rip the pages out of books to give it leaves

The soap bubbles it produces are black, oily, never quite round and things with too many limbs writhe within

minimal because larger examples of the same system could show the same emergent properties

attempted definition: a (minimal) emergent system is one that follows statistical laws not seen at the constituent level

“These pyramids didn’t build themselves”↵Actually they did, they’re asleep right now, or did you expect the aliens to be carbon based

She takes off her glasses and eyes, places them on the desk, the sockets focus on you↵”In your own words now, why do you deserve a raise”

The Kraken is real here. Ruling from the center, occasionally one of its tentacles will breach the surface and dwarf even the maelstroms

In our plasma bodies, we sail the sun’s burning oceans, ride the wake of magnetic whales and pass maelstroms big as planets

worst elemental pets:↵air: will constantly mess up your desk↵fire: goes really well with a fireplace, but may make your house run away

best elemental pets:↵water: easy to care for, trusting, soothing sounds↵earth: will pretend to be a new piece of architecture every day

Alternative outcome: They have wings, in fact they’re all wings, spinning like helicopter blades, trailing holy fire from the hub

The angels did fly, but it turned out they used buoyant helium bladders and were unsightly blobs

when you have multiple thirstbots running on one cpu, it’s two girls one cpu

if you demolish a chinese room with an axe and then replace its handle, is it still the same axe, and

what if your chinese rooms are inhabited by really tiny people and each replaces a neuron, is the resulting chinese hotel conscious

if you replace parts of the brain with equally functional chinese rooms, at what point does the assemblage cease to be conscious

an aquarium with a tame water elemental inside; when fed, it’ll rain against the glass for an hour, perfect for long evenings

“They moved in a month ago and I didn’t have the heart to throw them out”, she says. Two hummingbird chicks peer at you over a nest of hair.

The exalted willow’s branches hang upwards, sway in the wind like an anemone’s arms, occasionally pull in an unwary bird for a snack

every day, you wake up into a new world, the sky a different color, gravity in another direction, with gray dreams the only fixture

perceptions are intrusive thoughts about physical reality

Kek, actually, is under suspension - he’d be disqualified if he was a reincarnation, and the judges are still undecided on that.

Gods love to play the game “let’s hide our names in the past”. Near always, their arrival will have been foretold by obscure old media.

With this new brain firmware, you won’t need to sleep anymore, downside is rare crashes that will require a technician to reboot you

You don’t even recognize the characters anymore. It’s like someone left the camera running and you’re peeping in the author’s mind.

The book has long ended but somehow there’s always another page behind the last one. You keep reading. The hero settles down, has children,

when you come across an abandoned profile, it could be that they died, but maybe they also molted and this is just a discarded identity

no, he can’t do that, we have mythematical proof that the narrative won’t bend that way

in case both participants prefer the backseat, compatible bots may also (human-imperceptibly) negotiate to not engage in smalltalk at all

using brain implants with control over your facial nerves to let a chatbot handle your meatspace smalltalk

We grant you freedom↵No leaders↵No masters↵Earth is free to rule itself now↵Merely a speck of light from our escape capsule

Welcome to acausal economics 101, where we find out how to make pascal’s mugger behave and trade equitably with basilisks

and in the gashes in his skin, a hundred eyes open and look at you accusingly

How about we teach you a spell that crashes the smartphone of that guy playing bad hip hop aloud in public transport, yes that one

Do not cross the spaceport mafia. They’ll tie an antigrav pod to your feet and throw you into the sky.

The witch’s books lose their pages in autumn and are reduced to their spines in winter. But each spring, they’ll grow new knowledge.

One by one, the stars come loose, drift down like snowflakes and cover the ground in constellations we do not dare tread on

Open 25/7, the shop’s sign says. You think they’re being cute but one night, the clocks don’t seem to work, the other customers lack eyes,

the god of the city sleeps in a scrapyard, feral cars are its herd, graffiti overgrows the walls it passes like moss

Over the crash scene, the drones are already circling, waiting to descend on the wreckage and incorporate whatever usable parts are left

I just want to know, can you apply for asylum with international megacorps yet

the pursuit of Truth is that of a superstimulus, theorems are processed sugar, idealized being-right

[musings]↵Truth being good/beautiful is an artifact of aesthetics honed by evolution, being right about sth usually confers an advantage

To save CPU, the simulators deduplicate parts of minds common to many humans, which sometimes causes ideas to leak between similar minds

online service where people vote for DNA sequences to be included in the next season’s flu

2020: The meme “humanity would be better off at 1% of its current size” is compiled into DNA and goes viral

sideburn (n): burn delivered in passing, not directed at the paragraph’s actual subject but nonetheless savage

In the beginning, there was Falsehood. From it, the Multiverse followed.

Petrichor: smell of earth after rain↵Pyrichor: smell of napalm in the morning↵Jerichor: fresh rubble↵Anemichor: the smell that vacuum lacks

anaclysm, anacomb, anapult, anaract, anastrophe

analysis/katalysis↵↵also anagram/katagram, katachronism, katalogy, katathema, kataconda

the antonym of anarchist is obviously katarchist

tiny sprites live in our servers and will sometimes put their ears to our fibers to hear the heartbeat of the internet