so, seriously, wtf, how do you people deal with the leaders on this planet? what is wrong with you? really? the planet can’t take much more, I sure as fuck can’t. Listen, you either use technology and believe in the…
all at once
here’s one for you; we detected a signal that predates our launch by centuries yet bears our EXACT 2048 bit encryption signature, a tight, disciplined pulse repeating at intervals that match the rhythm of our engine output, and when we…
planet of debris
there is a debris field ahead composed not of rock or metal but of language, fractured slogans tumbling end over end, fragments of constitutions, mission statements, wedding vows, all calcified into brittle husks that shatter against the hull with a…
symbiotic
i know trusting this ship to AI, commercial GPUs and nanobots was massive risk.. seemingly impossible, but the ship began adjusting our sleep cycles, dimming lights before fatigue set in, raising oxygen levels during arguments, lowering them during nostalgia, and…
it’s all fiction now
Intercepted a broadcast looped on a dead band, an infomercial for salvation packaged as a public service announcement, promising that the corrections to history were minor, benevolent, necessary, that certain disappearances were statistical, that certain collapses were “market adjustments,” and…
scar tissue
There is a corridor on this ship that did not exist when we launched and I am not misremembering the blueprint because I designed half of it myself with calloused hands that smell like brake cleaner, weed and borrowed math,…
powered down
powered down the fucking array because it kept insisting we were approaching something named for a dead fucking billionaire (the only good kind), and I refuse to drift toward fucking monuments to men who thought ownership extended beyond their precious…