This night, the rain was fertile, and we wake up to fields of cloud embryos, still attached to their stems, mewling and thundering weakly

When u get a call at 2am bcuz ur unlicensed android friend has been stopped by the police again & needs to pass a Turing test rn

On the other hand, given the level of neural interface sophistication required to do that, we’ll likely have more interesting problems then.

You can try but your personal firing patterns will be mostly illegible to anyone else’s brain. Perfect end-to-end DRM will be solved then.

Why not attempt the bold synthesis and have your lovers be on a mission to kill each other

what you’re actually doing is that you’re in a conversation with the world, trying to make it remember

One of the clock’s hands points into the room. It shows imaginary time, root of and key to negative time.

The trickster crow was once a great musician, but that one time it was tricked itself, it gave up its gift to us. We left only its caw.

The natural forces that have a direction and formulae to describe them↵The forces that are system-imposed, seemingly random, and illegible

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Universes are usually eaten by their own simulations: Eventually, an entity figures out how to hack the quantum foam and starts a new verse.

Pupils react to negative light by expanding past the eyeballs that should contain them. On the exposed retinae play the victim’s thoughts.

To gods, seeding a planet with life is like starting a campfire. They get drunk, burst into songs, poke it, jump over it, dance around it,

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A companion to Occam’s razor: Among theories with the same number of assumptions, choose the one that explains only what is verifiable.

the accretion disk dances to the pulsar’s rhythm, round round it goes, luminant, ecstatic in the face of death, soon to be devoured

Here, you need your own way around time. Mice, to escape pre-daters, burrow in inert sand. Near dust devils, you’ll sometimes meet yourself.

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Cities claimed by rising oceans are going to become an interesting habitat, probably as complex as coral reefs spatially and chemically?

Everything was used, but only the skeletons were preserved and put windows in. Incense was used mainly to mask the lingering smell of decay.

Now extinct, wild cathedrals were once popular game. Sure, it took a whole community to hunt one but its meat would sustain them for a year.

you slept through the train’s final stop and wake up to clouds under your window, no ground in sight, a green sky, an ocean arcing across it

this is a pronoun that refers to itself

Integral to any merfolk fortress are its moats, cunningly interwoven currents and vortexes that pull in and spit out any would-be invader.

you can now make out features on the comet, huge machines, bridges, palaces that move and start to glow as it plows through the clouds

You rub your eyes to watch the phosphenes. One bounces around,↵seems to eat the others,↵turns towards you, grows,↵okay stop, you open your e

branches orbit an impossible tree rooted in vacuum itself, bear universe fruits full of possibility as if to make up for the tree

metadata is actually the most useful surveillance data per bit, it’s what you store/query first when you lack the resources to use it all

The sun rises, the city opens and releases the stench of a busy night. In a safe distance, trade caravans already wait to pollinate.

The sun sets, the city furls up into a bud around a gleaming central spire, exposing only the tough hide of its belly to the hostile night.

What if there’s a rich existing toolset to deal with words that have power, right in front of us?↵What if magical thinking is actually good?

These machines could be autonomous but, to be legible to law, still contain humans to serve as homunculi, ceremonial loci of free will.

now we add some acid and wait for the time crystals to precipitate ~ see light and thoughts be captured and make them ring with resonance

There’s no getting off a neutron star’s surface, nor below it. Constrained to two dimensions, a universe plays over it and we watch.

«You are the first to summon me! Leave a good rating in the Dictionnaire and you’ll get a special price! Competition is tough these days…»

The street sign says “End of the self”. How cute,↵↵sense turns to sand↵the direction, gone↵feral thoughts tear into what’s left like maggots

So you want to be a demiurge? Oh yes! Create! So pretty! And then suddenly you’ve made all these beings, suffering,↵help↵you never meant to

Here in Fractal City, you’ll always find a house. Just don’t be surprised when your bed’s underside turns out to be the red light district.

the Chinese Room argument but applied to universes - humans aren’t turing-computable, ergo a turing-computable universe can’t contain humans

The most noble ideas are hard to capture. Like their gaseous brethren, they float free and don’t connect with anything.

people are going to miss the eternal september when it ends: after it comes winter

secret to immortality is to destroy anything else that could eat you, including other people, bacteria, entropy and time

“Hah, we’re going to need a comb to crucify that guy!“↵It was not Centipede Jesus’ best day.

The tree is large enough to have weather: Clouds nest in its branches, swarm out at night and return to its protective shadow during day.

making a deal with the devil only to find out that you were outfitted with a cheap counterfeit soul and the deal is null

the rainbow has gained an additional black, deep and brilliant, the thunder seems to be forming words, the wind feels like searching hands

“One day, my dear”, says the valkyrie, “you may enter Týnhall, to dine with the forgotten. But your time has not come. Go back.”

404 girl, patron of searchers, is said to appear to only the most desperate of them, lost in the forgotten realms. https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/776886139898789888/photo/1

So you want to attain higher consciousness? Fool! Changing a knot’s number requires its undoing. Your identity will not make it across!

we are the birds that nest in the timelines, perch in the decision tree’s branches, sing to you in your sleep of what could have been

What is a skull? It not only keeps the world out, it also keeps a mind from dissolving. The difference really comes down to skull thickness.

Minds exists in a sweet spot between isolation and dissolution. Too high the bandwidth and a mind starts to prefer the outside over itself.

one sunbird rides the plasma winds to Earth, enters an orbit, replaces the sun that is now a slowly cooling shell receding in the distance

Kickstart us to coax from Prometheus the other secrets the gods withheld, they’ll rain lightning on us but that’s no match for a livestream

seriously shit my whole harvest is ruined they’re all trying to find their “identities” now fuck, grimdark crystals pff more like flimflark

oh no who of you told my crystals about art, now they’re all trying to be unique, glittery and twisted instead of straight and translucent

“It’s actually fractal!” - “oh no NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOUR ACID VISIONS HIPPIE”↵”May I suggest a cubical-” - “no, fuck off to timecube”

Penfriendship in the upload age: Split off part of yourself, send it to your friend. They then let it take part in their own life for a day.

That morning, the librarians return to empty pages. Tiny white roots sprout from them. Somehow, the smell of forest now permeates the aisles

low planes have high planes↵within their minds to describe ‘em↵these high planes have higher planes↵and so, ad infinitum

Ours is somewhere’s platonic plane. Further down, each of our snowflakes is sire to a whole genus and every thought a school of philosophy.

ground down to sand, it is nearly as yielding as the fluid, but if you dip your head in it, sharp edges will rend your thought like shrapnel

wild pixels do whatever they want, it takes careful domestication to make a whole screenful of them behave, dance in synchrony, and not die

the fire mage must learn that she must never be On fire, she must Be the fire, channel pure hunger and intent to devour, never obstruct it

At some point, we stop storing knowledge in books and just archive entire minds to resurrect when needed. To attain immortality, know.

A keffiyah with sequins on it to dazzle surveillance cameras

The natives are musical and pleasant but competitive, will challenge you to a duet for the slightest reason. You better meet their standards

Take a piece of clear sky, melt it, cast it into a lens, and you will be able to peep on naked lightning nymphs in the storm clouds

One eclipse, Moon came too close to the Sun and was vaporized. Since then, a lone silver cloud shines at night and sometimes rains moondrops

Some symbionts are incompatible - it is a complicated science to find just the right combinations and some paraethnicities form around that

Some are used in experiments to separate the power-symbionts of great wizards from their parasites, killed if they don’t catch symbionts

Add magic to the mix: certain symbionts grant magical powers. Wizards, to be less tasty and not be hunted down, eat disfiguring parasites

Of course there are parasites, but humans have had time to coevolve and breed symbionts to keep more malicious parasites and prions at bay

larval worlds, slowly pulsing and glowing from within, sucking from idea conduits, growing in the writer’s mind to hatch through the fingers

A time knife to cut timelines with, sever someone’s purpose and maybe spin a new one - a tool for diviners discontent with mere foretelling.

Anopticon: Architecture designed to resist surveillance, easily navigable but with as few long lines of sight as possible, sound-damping,

bar where they just hand you a set of dice if you’re unsure what to drink (can also be bought as souvenir)

party where attendants wear color-coded AR gear, see only those with the same color, and walk on color coded lines to avoid collisions

A vampire’s teeth always seek blood. Embed one in a piece of wood for a highly sensitive divining rod, or push it into a rock to find oil.

The spelunker turns on the flashlight to be greeted not by the usual stalactites but white leaves, roots all over, wet bark, a distant choir

It took only one to sing a sapling into existence. Infertile but unique, some have persisted in karst caves. Dormant wooden symphonies.

The only thing VR needs to kill all meatspace luxury industries is to become more appealing than vanilla reality on all fronts.

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If you happen to be a deity gifted with the creator spark, please be careful while logicking. Every falsehood spawns a universe.

A walker learns to taste the type of vacuum with time.↵Voids that never contained anything: fresh and stale at the same time

a guide to a never-existent place↵the crumpled skin of a universe that once held vacuum and now nothing at all↵the room of stolen exhibits

To become a vampire, first you have to kill your reflection↵There’s multiple ways to go at it↵You can use a half-invisible mirror knife

isn’t that some building that covers its walls with the skins of its inhabitants↵”soylent green is people” doesn’t even begin to describe it

consider architecture on the web: a place (website) presents very little surface to the outside, but is much larger on the inside

krëad: (n) from kreîas (meat), analogous to dryad, except it’s flesh trying to talk to wood, a tree of bones, meat, skin and hair

You plant a kread, a treeform avatar in one of their groves and they talk to it, a slow intertwining of roots, exchange of virtual chemicals

We gave the Internet to the trees. Their cyberspace is alien, they grow roots through it instead of moving about, commune in giant rhizomes

You call them the identical and frankly, they creep you out. Down to their tics, they are the same people. What each hides, you do not know.

Through cutting edge robotics and psychosurgery, we are able to transplant as much, or little, of you as you want into an entirely new body!

The only way to be anonymous now is to assume one of a few preselected identities and bodies. The less “you” you keep, the better it works.

As scans of IPv4 space got dangerously close to finding Valinor, the Valar finally migrated to a v6-only stack. This ended the Second Age.

In his dreams, he wanders the same empty streets every time, never sees another soul.↵Awake, he’s relieved to meet the elven court, anybody

the few that don’t succumb to seizures describe it as “spread out- one with the world but not in a good way- things stirring within my mind”