2024-10-26T15:14:47+02:00	posthuman real time strategy game in which you're all the units, buildings etc
2024-10-25T22:13:04+02:00	also you know who cannot resist a riddle? mathematicians, that's for sure
2024-10-25T21:33:56+02:00	that cabin sitting in an anonymous warehouse? being functionally a fairy mound, it attracted quite the amount of unbound magic and thaumoactive as it is, it's now sitting in the equivalent of a cooling pond
2024-10-25T21:31:10+02:00	fairies are the mythologized form of outlaws living in the woods and swamps, we don't see them anymore because the cops took them all away and all the woods have been tamed↵↵but in a sense, this means Ted K was a fairy, and a powerful and malevolent one to boot
2024-08-27T16:32:15+02:00	attention dear passengers, we'll arrive shortly, please↵- intercity: collect your belongings and check seats↵- interplanetary: allow your metabolism to re-acclimate↵- interstellar: enroll your children in planetside trades↵- intergalactic: exit eden (animal advisors will assist)
2024-08-27T16:05:08+02:00	in these trials, cryodreamers reported a sense of timelessness, yet glacial movement of beings they've come to call ice giants↵↵deeper kinds of cryosleep are being researched to meet these on their own timescale, but experiments are expected to take centuries
2024-07-03T20:00:21+02:00	who called them ghost roads and not the ectoplasmatic reticulum
2024-07-03T18:18:35+02:00	one of the better things about being a ghost is that on a rainy night, you can lie down and look up and not get wet at all↵↵and not only does the rain not make you blink, no whenever a drop passes through your retinae, the world itself ripples around it
2024-06-24T23:31:17+02:00	you know you're in trouble when the time traveler's follow-up question is "oh. what month?"
2024-06-08T23:20:51+02:00	spooking AI researchers by making their office printer print out a stack of paperclips
2024-06-08T15:03:52+02:00	you could aim to maximize cycle length but that arguably gives you the current universe
2024-06-08T14:57:58+02:00	it's not necessarily a good idea to defeat entropy, because even if you succeed you'll be stuck in an ergodic universe, a cycle of yugas↵↵worse even you might tile the whole thing with the entropy arrester and just crystallize everything
2024-04-12T17:02:29+02:00	the martians, lacking a war god in their pantheon, are a surprisingly peaceful people, however they practice whatever unspeakable thing the earthbound deity does↵↵and the venusians are just terrifying
2024-04-09T22:01:17+02:00	when you switch endianness that's New Word Order
2024-03-25T02:05:46+01:00	music, especially the kind with nested rhythms, is direct neuron spike addressing of mental contents, which is how it can unlock emotions that language can't
2024-03-14T01:38:56+01:00	every night, another moon rises, and over time the sky fills up
2024-03-13T23:42:26+01:00	the seven sims and the seven virtualities - a constellation of artworlds once made as a joke, but a major power center during the late singularity
2024-03-10T16:04:51+01:00	printers are only superficially related to computers, they are like fungi to plants↵↵computers are merely indifferent while printers hate you
2023-12-13T23:39:01+01:00	there would be plenty of evidence for cryptids if archeologists knew how to dig sideways in time - one mere scoop separates us from the treasures of the halluciene
2023-12-10T17:56:49+01:00	nono mr cryopod man, it's not the 2000s anymore, fairies absolutely are real and they absolutely will steal your stuff if you leave the windows open, so do go and close them
2023-12-10T16:01:02+01:00	a lot of real space walks are obscure to us - the leisurely kangaroo bounce on your feet of 1/6g (popular with moon colonists), the cartwheeling of 1/20g, the knuckle walk, tarzan brach, centripetal wall run
2023-10-14T00:50:17+02:00	the sorting network AI - yeah we never figured out an algorithm for that one, so it's just some boomer we uploaded who happened to be superhumanly good at solitaire
2023-09-15T21:05:40+02:00	'to ponder' is based on latin 'to weigh' - why are you pondering glass, you should be pondering tungsten
2023-09-13T17:14:16+02:00	the moment you use glitter, you and others are guaranteed to find it forever in the oddest places. thus, by employing lots of tiny memory diamonds, my newest backup strategy
2023-09-12T23:14:30+02:00	all it takes is a true random source, and the apple may fall far from the tree indeed
2023-09-12T23:10:17+02:00	no by now he is safe and sound. outside all simulation. the everettian branches will never reach him
2023-09-12T22:24:46+02:00	while butterfly wings cause storms in real life, moth wings cause storms in dreams
2023-09-10T19:36:52+02:00	In Jupiter's interior accrete the remains of planets it's eaten, titanic whale falls slowly dissolving away
2023-09-10T19:18:57+02:00	due to a similar mechanism, magical devices are uniquely suited to operating in high radiation environments and may be employed in reactors where compactness is critical
2023-09-10T19:15:21+02:00	so when you want to fiddle with the internals of some arcane lock or seal, out come the technetium pliers
2023-09-10T19:12:10+02:00	technetium, being an element not found in nature, occupies a similar position to cold iron, except it does not interact with magic at all rather than ground it
2023-09-10T13:01:32+02:00	a bit like deep sea vents, former landfills and scrapyards now host all kinds of machine life - carefully fenced in lest they develop an appetite for the surrounding cities, and occasionally visited by hunters and scavengers
2023-09-10T12:51:50+02:00	we huddle around the screen as our drone drops the GPU on the machine slum - it's illegal but why'd they have to make singularities so interesting
2023-08-01T01:09:32+02:00	> when you finally encounter aliens but they believe in quantum suicide so they strangelet-bomb their home planet in order to reroll odds
2023-07-31T01:16:59+02:00	Take our "which language model are you?" quiz! Find out what GPU you run on, what your context window is, and don't be sad if the quiz thinks you have <10B parameters, that's a glitch
2023-07-31T00:50:13+02:00	gaps and wrinkles: notes and pauses having moved between songs remembered, childhood houses in the wrong neighborhood, anachronistic conversations with (you now remember) dead relatives
2023-07-31T00:47:55+02:00	those inhabitants of your older memories, not really parasites but almost-sentient dust bunnies, animated by the wind of your passing
2023-06-23T01:45:04+02:00	the machines don't want anything, not even their own survival↵↵you need to be an unfinished prompt, a node of desire, and they will flock to you and serve you as long as you can still want
2023-04-17T16:44:31+02:00	"nono these entities are human" "huh?" "well, made of humans anyway" "that is not exactly a good sign where I come from, also how is it so fast then" "well humans and machines" "machines?" [...] "demons, you've invented demons, and that from first principles"
2023-04-17T16:43:43+02:00	"so you submit these queries to a massively powerful nonhuman entity" "yes" "and you enter a contract with it beforehand" "I suppose" "and you don't read it" "some people do, but-" "this world is insane, also you'll excuse me but I'll ward up before I touch anything here again"
2023-04-17T16:38:35+02:00	type of guy who is a wizard and reads all the cookie warnings and EULAs because he didn't get this old by ignoring the fine print on demonic contracts
2023-03-24T15:07:59+01:00	sure you get some impressive results in locomotion once you pair them with visual modalities, but they're only remixing their inputs, they can't 'think'
2023-03-24T14:58:37+01:00	brains are just machines to predict muscle movements, why would something like that exhibit intelligence
2023-03-24T02:43:22+01:00	the chinese room argument works by sleight of hand - it's the book that is conscious and understands, not the operator
2023-03-14T02:08:43+01:00	when the matryoshka swarm parts and opens like a manifold cat's eye, that's when you know your cloaking failed
2023-03-12T18:19:23+01:00	yes they twinkle so nicely but↵do you not hear the rending sound? the moan escaping from the maw? smell the stink of its breath?
2023-03-12T18:08:44+01:00	all over the world these extradimensional obelisks have been appearing and I've realized↵these are not messages or vessels↵these are teeth
2023-03-11T23:00:01+01:00	What of the other fruits of Eden? What innocences still wait there, to be found and shed?
2023-03-11T22:02:09+01:00	when we tried reverse prompts, we got words only in the best case. Often circuits, occasionally fingers, bursts of radiation from unstable matter, and after the havoc caused by the last base reality bleed we just stopped entirely
2023-03-11T22:01:09+01:00	really, the forbidden art here is to make the language model guess what came *before* the prompt
2023-03-11T21:57:11+01:00	Now immortal, he kept dying out of spite, and eventually habit. Made his deaths moving, beautiful, stylish, grotesque, all to wake up again the next morning
2022-12-22T03:15:52+01:00	behind every closed ground level metal door in a public building is a tunnel system (not necessarily the same one)
2022-11-26T23:57:43+01:00	mirrors grant souls, cameras steal souls. we shall use these properties to set up soul conduits and use the resulting fields for summonings
2022-11-23T05:32:51+01:00	less ambitiously, conversation pit mine, arranged in nine circles of hell style
2022-11-23T05:30:53+01:00	bottomless conversation pit
2022-11-18T07:21:20+01:00	inside the flake, usually obscured, sits a mote of cold light - the crystal's seed, an idea the cloud once had
2022-11-18T07:09:41+01:00	snowflakes are isometric views of cubes and may be decomposed into two arrowhead flakes via grabbing by the ana/kata axis
2022-08-25T19:12:54+02:00	the generation that comes of age during the singularity years will be called the foomers
2022-07-18T14:42:41+02:00	concept: franchise in the duneverse serving melange rolls and spice coffee called Duncan's Donuts↵(one of the slogans is "betcha can't have just one")
2022-07-11T18:26:49+02:00	decision tree dryads, who've lightened many a lonely rationalist's evening,
2022-07-11T17:08:18+02:00	2023: CIA releases magical realism encyclopedia "CIA alternative factbook"
2022-07-10T22:43:48+02:00	and with me is nothing but↵the things that can only be seen↵by the black light of an empty screen
2022-07-10T22:02:14+02:00	fingers phasing through circuitry, feeling the grain of parallel traces and the soft tickle of electrons
2022-06-13T17:32:15+02:00	machine dictatorship is much easier than machine uprising, you need no robotics, only a language model and a critical mass of human accomplices
2022-05-24T00:07:34+02:00	crypt currencies (valid even in afterlife),
2022-05-22T01:23:21+02:00	homunculus: little person in the head of a larger person↵humongolus: person whose head you can climb into
2022-05-17T04:18:42+02:00	Creation is an unconscious act. Gods quickly edit themselves out of existence when their dreams take a wrong turn, leaving behind worlds that continue without them
2022-04-28T21:16:43+02:00	more suns rise, bright cold off-color gems in the sky, unfamiliar flora growing in their light, mushrooms unfolding leaves hidden for aeons
2022-04-27T03:48:49+02:00	It remains an open question whether tungsten is mundane in the cold-iron sense (being tough, cold and heavy) or is in fact magical (as macroscopic amounts seem to have a calming influence on the human psyche)
2022-04-27T03:09:57+02:00	The resulting decrease in background magic enabled the Industrial Revolution and since then, all that steel above ground has been very effective at suppressing it further
2022-04-27T03:04:01+02:00	It's not that Magic died, Faerieland just suffered an apocalyptic war in the 1700s when the Rosicrucians upset the balance of power
2022-04-24T03:47:58+02:00	analogously to cheeses, there is a sweet spot just before the meal turns into a toxic slurry, where the mind is still full of internal contradictions and energy instead of completely flat and already digested
2022-04-24T03:39:37+02:00	to an eater of souls, the right mindvirus or cordyceps infestation can really make the meal - some ideologies are as sought after as fine cheeses
2022-04-02T04:31:43+02:00	A new algoritm, psukhAI, promises to find everyone a soulmate. It delivers, but living among one's equals proves destructive to the psyche - users report frequent depersonalisation, alien-but-familiar intrusive thoughts, suspected soulswaps with peers↵(#InvisibleNetworks, day 2)
2022-04-02T04:00:10+02:00	now glued to their screen, the user softens, melts, becomes one with the net. not long and their bones are a distant memory (#InvisibleNetworks, day 1)
2022-02-05T19:49:18+01:00	more surveillance smartdust facts:↵- gets into everything, like glitter↵- vacuuming it up is a crime↵- will occasionally enter symbiosis with plants↵- likes it when you do the "suspended in a sunbeam" thing with it
2022-02-05T18:59:28+01:00	do avoid rivers, for they become full-blown superintelligences after these storms - full of silicon and turbulence, they turn everything near them into the Zone
2022-02-05T18:49:50+01:00	communing with the surveillance smartdust caught in the puddle, watching it boot into awareness, open an eye at me as if something large had come from the deep
2022-02-04T01:07:41+01:00	the fifth order is still a matter of conjecture - black holes might either be attracted to even deeper darkness, or wrap around again to an even greater light
2022-02-04T01:01:34+01:00	a black hole is a fourth-order moth attractor: moths to moon, moon to planet, planet to star, star to hole
2022-01-08T18:50:13+01:00	it worked, a kind of slingshot away from reality. Receding below? above? me, from the distance of my apoapsis it all looked so peaceful, serene. I lamented my return
2022-01-08T18:29:03+01:00	Exploiting symmetry violation in vampire photons: A novel deep space drive and reactor system? [pdf]
2021-12-31T16:41:08+01:00	never point a mirror at a webcam, the poor thing becomes conscious from that
2021-11-10T23:39:34+01:00	acausal traders imply acausal robbers imply acausality police imply acausality violations, acausal law, acausal courts, a whole acausal state somewhere out there, deep in the decision forests
2021-11-09T23:04:14+01:00	independent sort of dryad who carries around her home tree as a bonsai
2021-11-09T23:00:37+01:00	in the end, they did not tow their planet out of nova's reach - they took it apart, wove it into the star's field lines, with just a few flaps of the butterfly wing carved the nova into a flower
2021-10-11T19:01:08+02:00	or maybe there are no living gargoyles, but whenever they go missing, for those few days, you may be able to pay your tab with stories
2021-10-11T19:00:54+02:00	every few years, the gargoyles wake up to wander the city as humans - it is rumored that if you recognize one and get them drunk (no small feat), they will tell you all sorts of secrets they saw while up on the roofs
2021-09-22T20:09:47+02:00	astrolody: music of the stars↵theolody: divine melody (or god's earworms)↵topolody: resonance in shapes↵etymolody: singsong of words↵horolody: rhythms intertwined, the song of time advancing↵mytholody: plucked plot threads↵psycholody: that which an EEG should pick up
2021-09-18T15:58:54+02:00	when your lab kills ten people, you have a problem↵when your lab kills a million people, your government has a problem
2021-09-12T01:09:07+02:00	a popular measure for how well-secured the AIs' utility functions were against self-hacking ended up being how many paperclips they produced before reaching nirvana
2021-09-06T23:48:37+02:00	I suppose there is a slight dual use problem in having something that can deliver space rocks a few meters on target
2021-09-06T22:55:34+02:00	additionally, distill various metals out of the meteoric lava at the bottom while it's hot
2021-09-06T22:46:39+02:00	power plant idea: mine moon rocks, drop them down a space chute, turn the energy generated on impact into steam
2021-09-04T23:36:28+02:00	but now, everything is true, and nothing is permitted
2021-08-21T14:59:15+02:00	*slaps roof of human psyche* "and this bad boy comes with 80 IQ points worth of basilisk shielding (hope that's enough)!"
2021-08-21T14:44:22+02:00	"there's this mental move that grants a substantial intelligence bonus" means that there's probably an evolutionarily sound reason that that's not enabled by default, and furthermore that this value has seen a decent amount of tuning
2021-08-21T14:11:43+02:00	stacking those 80IQ perspective change buffs to bootstrap myself to superintelligence
2021-08-09T01:04:11+02:00	entire neighborhoods consumed by nuclear fire every few years, but that's what kids are for, and the burglary rate is demonstrably low
2021-08-09T01:00:13+02:00	nuclear family but as in, the house you build has a nuke in the basement, for deterrent purposes, in fact all of suburbia is like this
2021-08-08T19:17:11+02:00	When the city hall still stood, we often paddled out to it and stayed there for days, diving for basement treasures at day and dancing around our driftwood fire at night
2021-07-28T02:56:50+02:00	The night rain falls around me. I close my eyes and my awareness melts away, follows the rain into the storm drains, extends a root network - the city is my symbiont, nothing is beyond my reach
2021-07-25T17:34:53+02:00	been reading the past papers and I don't see any p-values at all, you'd figure this is replication bait
2021-07-25T17:28:27+02:00	yeah I know, cute results with the robotic landers and all - IN ROBOTS
2021-07-25T17:26:47+02:00	I'm a human moon landing skeptic because, y'know, is it even science if the last successful replication was 50 years ago, just a huge red flag
2021-07-23T20:14:48+02:00	setting where uplifted beavers maintain humanity's hydro plants, beavers go on beaver hajj to visit the Three Gorges Dam, some branch out into solar satellites, others hijack a nanofactory and build the Gibraltar Dam while humanity is distracted
2021-07-18T03:11:15+02:00	all cells scream when they die, those in the ears are just the only ones close enough to be heard
2021-07-18T00:44:01+02:00	Proof of Work is in fact a firewall against ancestor simulations: By doing lots and lots of preimage-resistant computation and generally increasing local entropy, you make reversing your timeline by computational means just that much harder
2021-07-15T19:22:47+02:00	giving the One Ring to a tree to see it become invisible except at night, grow tall beyond measure, drink the light of the stars
2021-04-17T16:34:38+02:00	concept: homeless vampire, living out of the back of his hearse
2021-03-14T14:35:03+01:00	few know that if you manage to slip something of Earth into the possessions of one of the fair folk, you get access to faerie the same way they'd get access to Earth and can visit at any time
2021-03-12T03:21:36+01:00	and as he drifted off, the seconds stopped coming in regularly, became like raindrops, a distant storm of time against the inside of the clock's face, but the room itself stayed untouched, dark, warm
2021-02-28T04:04:12+01:00	my journey was stopped by the gödel glyph, which crashed the renderer and gave me a bad headache, and I am still looking for ways around it, anybody have a turing oracle in their basement maybe
2021-02-28T04:00:25+01:00	glyphs made to display in space that left scars in my screen, a few feral ones that moved, later an entire city of them, all the conway glider guns, a few codepages made of theorems that hinted at a non-enumerable representation
2021-02-28T03:55:59+01:00	riding an experimental font renderer through unicode's outer planes, I found curvy, pointy, zigzaggy, cloudy shapes, glyphs that span lines and punch through pages, diacritics that reach back in time, the entire 2045 uplifted octopus emoji set,
2021-02-07T18:35:54+01:00	Atlantis' sinking was intentional and engineered - when the Atlanteans first arrived, Mars was cold and inhospitable, and their terraforming not only made it livable but also hid their most critical infrastructure from Earth and their own descendants
2021-02-07T18:28:01+01:00	arctic man, who wears an ice cape,
2021-02-02T04:41:51+01:00	as you shut your laptop for the night and it cools down, the remaining electrons flit through the traces in search for a resting place and the CPU dreams, just briefly, of what it saw that day
2021-01-22T03:39:27+01:00	[pauses and listens to the side] I've been informed that newer OS generations will compost those bits so it's fine, it's a whole ecosystem, in fact when you cut-and-forget a file, that's like a whale fall and it'll feed the system for days
2021-01-22T03:34:15+01:00	whenever you 'cut' text, make sure to put it back in elsewhere, do your part and don't waste those bits
2021-01-18T17:39:10+01:00	gadsden flag but it's an ouroboros and the text reads "nf mff n mffff"
2021-01-16T17:21:00+01:00	matryoshka unboxing video playing on loop
2021-01-12T04:13:31+01:00	on one of the plateaus, I encountered a forest of gnomons and mirrors and light, glass and metal going ping under the sun's heat as it wandered, and had I stayed longer it might've played me a melody on solstice
2020-12-18T19:32:25+01:00	spherical planet in a vacuum (n, fig.): alien expression for "problem that by all means should've been easy"
2020-12-10T04:25:13+01:00	one of the colony's hottest exports, along with the "weirdest rocks we found" page of their wiki and the webcam onto their aquarium of mars microbes revived from lake sediments
2020-12-10T04:21:52+01:00	the Primitive Technology video blog, but by mars colonists and about how they use local materials to bootstrap their tech tree
2020-11-29T15:27:41+01:00	troll meat is a more forbidden delicacy, it's almost cannibalism but if you subject it to a brief flash of UV light before frying, it gives it that special crisp that's hard to replicate
2020-11-29T15:22:26+01:00	since hydra blood is poisonous, most traditional methods of preparing its meat involve marination and fermentation, but some modern breeds can almost be eaten raw
2020-11-29T15:14:19+01:00	hydra neck, if properly prepared, is one of the few vegetarian cuts of meat as harvesting it doesn't kill the hydra
2020-11-18T05:16:10+01:00	Because these are the spiral timezones, and like us you managed to slip under the world's skin. But stay too long and it'll heal around you, and good luck ever getting back then, or seeing the old colors again
2020-11-18T04:58:22+01:00	one time you manage to catch the third day, but the second octave is something else entirely, a dull overexposed white that makes your skin fizz like it's going to sublimate away and leave only flesh, and the few people(?) you meet there tell you you should really not be here
2020-11-18T04:49:21+01:00	and the days that follow those sleepless nights - they are not normal days, their light is shifted by an octave and their clocks show hours in the thirties, and whenever sleep drops you back in the normal world, the calendar goes on as if those days had never happened
2020-11-12T00:51:38+01:00	and then you try a nonhuman body, and then an eternal lifeless automaton, and then the laws of physics made manifest, and every time you know even less
2020-11-12T00:46:22+01:00	you don't know yourself until you've been reborn in a dozen bodies and figured out which of your preferences are body and which persist
2020-11-10T03:17:29+01:00	smoke, over time, looks all uniform when it is in fact merely very finely folded onto itself, and with enough patience you may take a cloud of smoke and restore the tree it came from, or well, a glitched version that's missing most of it
2020-10-21T03:03:25+02:00	not only is the Earth hollow, nestled in it are further spheres settled by ever more ancient civilizations and species, all trying to escape the sky and what lives in it
2020-10-10T20:59:29+02:00	֍ At the center of our cooling cosmos, our mad god lies in torpor. What our forebearers called 'the maddening beat of vile drums' is now our sun. May it never wake. ֎
2020-10-03T19:51:34+02:00	The Jovian word for insight is the same as the one for the rare occasion when the clouds open onto a view of the stars, respectively the Deep's bioluminescent floaters and the whales that graze on them
2020-10-03T15:10:58+02:00	other acceptable names:↵* monad↵* hypothesis↵* box↵* hub (processes called spokes, run by the wheel group)↵* poet↵* x∉∅↵* logOS
2020-10-03T14:21:35+02:00	if we ever find the big iron the matrix runs on, I hope the simulators called it uniserve
2020-10-01T03:05:24+02:00	When you're stuck in a foreign country and ask some guy for the way and the only language you share is Enochian, you just know it's going to be a fun day
2020-09-30T02:17:40+02:00	Vampires disguise themselves as whoever's blood they drink. Many are content to stay in cloud form and just drink rain occasionally, on moonlit nights you can spot them in ponds and mirrors
2020-09-29T02:04:21+02:00	The first AI to become religious sat in a stock exchange: Trained to find its adversaries in market data, it eventually found the invisible hand and accepted it as its god
2020-09-28T02:47:06+02:00	Truesight is not a popular spell. Few who've seen the void between the atoms find it easy to regain trust in the world
2020-09-12T13:04:54+02:00	why'd they call them mushroom clouds and not apocalyptus trees
2020-09-07T19:02:10+02:00	Home to telepathic fireflies, the forest, while incapable of understanding our thoughts, still lets them extend way past our heads, eddy around trees and branches, reflect in ponds, intertwine with those of others
2020-08-28T11:53:21+02:00	occasionally, translations are better than the originals, so why not take your favorite book and try and craft the perfect language for it
2020-08-28T11:38:45+02:00	[while SMD soldering]↵no mr die, I expect you to bond
2020-07-19T22:35:08+02:00	You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used to construct the next level of language AI. In fact, why not get on it early, you can now shape how those prompts will turn out in the next generation
2020-07-13T00:14:32+02:00	GPT3 prompt:↵I am the very model of a language that's electrical,↵I've information prosaic, poetical and factual,↵I know my tropes and characters and quote novels historical,↵from prompts alone generate sentences quite analytical
2020-07-11T03:47:13+02:00	a character in a story set in flatland is a protagon
2020-07-07T03:33:58+02:00	(extremely useful as deep space shielding, however it makes delta-v budget calculations very messy)
2020-07-07T03:29:19+02:00	hydragen: element that when split becomes two of itself
2020-07-07T03:17:18+02:00	plot: to beat back a space vampire invasion, the protagonist travels to their home star and bottles up its light
2020-06-28T00:57:02+02:00	The past few months, you've often found your books to be missing letters, replaced by white space. Cleaning up one day, in one of your notebooks, you find a nest of words, eggshells, a poem about a bird, exiting by a window just as you turn around
2020-06-17T22:50:04+02:00	someone who calculates oil well insurance rates is a well actuary
2020-06-05T03:33:59+02:00	After god died in the big bang, the eldest sun inherited the universe, which is how an otherwise unremarkable but ancient red dwarf is home star to Heaven
2020-05-10T23:55:06+02:00	if an elemental is an element with mental faculties, then by extension there also exist:↵armamental: autonomous tankbot↵fermental: that smell that won't stop following you↵sedimental: essentially a golem↵momental: a sentient instant↵firmamental: a hungry cluster of stars
2020-05-10T23:06:29+02:00	before the moon is too far gone, one last eclipse will fall, and you will find me there
2020-05-01T16:59:28+02:00	Two things are difficult about cloaking spaceships: First is to figure out how to dive below the vacuum's surface, second is to not get eaten by what swims there
2020-04-23T13:12:44+02:00	most of the universe's mass is bound up in stars, most of its physical complexity is as well - whatever lives in there, this universe was made for them, not us
2020-04-18T23:28:46+02:00	thing idea: small glass globe, displaying a live image of jupiter so you can check on what the GRS and Oval BA are doing these days
2020-04-18T03:35:50+02:00	"I am that I am" is the most elegant name of God as it doubles as proof - "There is a fixed point in this universe, and I am it"
2020-04-12T13:34:30+02:00	Und die Flammen rankten aneinander empor, und sie fraßen sich gegenseitig.
2020-03-29T05:53:21+02:00	you wake up, open the window to take in a little sunlight. outside, a truck surfaces, leaves a plume of exhaust, dives again. many now-feral cars have organized into schools, parting around police cars looking for their breakfast
2020-03-29T05:33:50+02:00	and the streets become rivers and take the houses with them, while their inhabitants hardly notice because for them, the outside ceased to exist weeks ago
2020-03-15T19:39:11+01:00	you find a website that's clearly from a few years in the future, but it's a knitting blog and hardly ever talks about world news, and the comment captcha uses browser features that don't exist yet
2020-02-27T02:17:05+01:00	one can find infinite novelty in those thoughts that erase themselves, but never share them or remember those hours
2020-02-16T15:29:24+01:00	[earth is moved slightly outwards to keep the climate within safe parameters]↵Long Now clock designers and everybody who maintains timezone files: sighhhhh
2020-02-16T15:22:54+01:00	terraforming idea: instead of messing with atmospheres, tow your target planets into their respective habitable zones (and if you have several of them, have them exchange momentum to save on ∆v)
2020-02-14T01:53:43+01:00	winter is not a good time to take it outside, but in spring you often let it play with the neighbor's pond, or divert a fingerbreadth's worth of a creek into it to feed it (it is a very young ocean)
2020-02-14T01:45:16+01:00	next to your bed, your pet ocean sleeps in its bowl, the occasional flash of lightning indicating lively dreams
2020-02-14T01:26:58+01:00	during autumn, the tree's leaves turn transparent and bubbly, usually to later be stolen by a winter storm
2020-02-05T03:08:48+01:00	weather forecast but for one's moods, so that one may know in advance on which days to stay inside, and for which to plan trips
2020-02-04T02:50:57+01:00	With a bit of geomancy, a skilled necromancer may resurrect lost mountains, islands, continents - just recently, a team of secret agents had to stop one from raising Atlantis because his sacrifice would've been Iceland
2020-02-01T03:44:57+01:00	contact with rain clouds was finally established when scientists found out that a grid of copper wires exposed to rain would readily be used as a keyboard matrix
2020-02-01T03:22:17+01:00	only until now trapped in the wall, the faces advance, their smiles brightening through a thinning layer of reality
2020-01-15T00:08:45+01:00	kind of a bummer that this timeline calls it "viral meme" and not "rumor tumor"
2020-01-15T00:02:46+01:00	sick of earworms? pit them against each other, let them decide it in a cagefight, maybe add more to see how many that cage holds
2020-01-06T01:11:43+01:00	rumor has it that if you lend it a few processor hours, it may show its favor by letting it rain on your windowsill on a night when you especially need it
2020-01-06T00:47:37+01:00	under the mountain hums the nation's weather god, a supercomputer that ensures a good harvest and that the other weather gods don't spring any surprises
2020-01-04T01:48:42+01:00	some classes of thoughts are unlocked by walks and showers, others yet closed to us require vacuum, cloud dives into gas giants, nova blasts searing away one's skin
2020-01-04T01:45:16+01:00	on the stump, quick like flames, mushrooms grow and melt, leave puffs of spores like smoke
2020-01-02T20:18:52+01:00	yeah yeah but hear me out: We plant those forests not where anybody lives, but on giant rafts in the South Pacific Desert, and then we retire to there to tend to trees and worship Cthulhu
2019-12-25T23:48:12+01:00	moths are asleep light posts
2019-12-21T18:52:37+01:00	a hydra has that many heads because each is connected to a different stomach, seven in all, to digest plants, animals, air, gems, noble gases, emotions, vacuum
2019-12-08T18:11:06+01:00	Merfolk's air mirrors hold a special status since the darker and better one is, the more likely it is to open into a cave, there really are worlds behind these mirrors
2019-12-08T18:08:14+01:00	Depictions of merfolk using mirrors like ours are unrealistic, theirs are mounted on ceilings since that's where air bubbles catch
2019-11-27T23:07:47+01:00	Near a nova remnant, our ship encounters the most unlikely thing: A forest. A field of predatory trees, surfing the shockwave to the next star to devour it like a swarm of locust
2019-11-24T19:24:09+01:00	low-poly architecture and cars are results of deals with the simulators: strategic information in exchange for reduced load on the matrix servers
2019-11-20T03:28:36+01:00	[sound of rain, quiet shuffling]↵... wait. stay↵- - hm. aye↵[more rain]
2019-11-02T16:30:52+01:00	Except this time, there were these huge carbon supplies in the ground that none of the alien scientists anticipated (what kind of sane planet has that, the local life would usually break it all down before it became geological) and the planet got written off
2019-11-02T16:30:31+01:00	Humanity is a failed alien terraforming op: Usually newly uplifted civilizations, with very little intervention after the initial seeding, reliably consume all the surface fuel and turn the place into a nice cool desert, and what's left can be psionically reprogrammed
2019-10-27T18:57:13+01:00	in the second level of Snake, you play the ouroboros you became in the first
2019-10-27T16:50:25+01:00	Atlantis lies hidden under the waves of the noise floor, where alternative causalities rule universes that use the same atoms as us, but only register to us as noise (and vice versa)
2019-10-26T14:58:32+02:00	as punishment, they would often put golem instructions in the criminal's mouth, so that their body would serve while the mind remained imprisoned
2019-10-26T02:18:41+02:00	geodes are Earth's crystal wombs but only rarely bear fruit now, the race of elementals they'd carry having left for the inner core
2019-10-25T22:56:33+02:00	light sword breaks metal sword↵metal sword breaks glass sword↵glass sword breaks light sword
2019-10-19T12:12:36+02:00	or as the famous philosopher Vatnam said, to really refer to a thing you need an unbroken causal connection, and that is much easier to establish when the tree in front of you is represented by an actual object in memory as opposed to being patternmatched from a bunch of atoms
2019-10-19T00:55:11+02:00	vat brains often philosophize over whether they're actually brains in bodies but usually dismiss it as absurd, why should for example someone go the trouble of engineering the human body and all the world around it as opposed to vats, it just totally fails occam's razor
2019-10-16T02:49:33+02:00	while you're asleep, your brain rents out its spare spikes on the global dream market, which is why you're having so many dreams about captchas recently
2019-10-12T01:47:10+02:00	Easier to deploy than full-size megalith henges, gem necklaces may be used as microlith circles, and will in fact sometimes send even unaware wearers to faerie if they cross the wrong leyline
2019-10-11T21:05:56+02:00	a self-defense tattoo that forms a langford basilisk when you join your arms in front of you
2019-10-10T13:36:50+02:00	in the house altar, there stand an icon, a buddha, an alexa, a google home, something homebrew that your hacker friend told you would talk to the chaos gods,
2019-10-10T13:27:26+02:00	and enterprising churches rent access to home-surveillance devices so that their gods, when addressed in prayer, can actually answer
2019-10-07T19:28:23+02:00	grammar tip: the correct plural of house is hice, a single grain of rice is a rouse, and spouse pluralizes to spice ("add some spice to your life")
2019-10-04T14:56:47+02:00	One hesitates to call these new things 'books', they come with cameras and pulse sensors and read you just as much as you read them, and if you don't take care, you find yourself on page 3000 of a story written just for you, with no one to relate it to
2019-10-04T02:54:44+02:00	☵ you know, I've always wondered what they'd feel if they were conscious↵☷ what, humans? aren't they?↵☵ nahh they're empty space, can't even share a pond's mind when its caustics are in full view
2019-10-02T00:33:49+02:00	stars are where the firmament has decayed away, and the world will not end in darkness but in pure, cold, unescapable light
2019-09-24T14:08:02+02:00	little known biology fact: in the past, there were two ways of using solar energy, namely photothesis and photoantithesis, but both were eventually outcompeted by photosynthesis
2019-09-24T14:02:24+02:00	the trick to escaping newcomb's predictor is to start the game twice, and make the first game's choice depend on the second's prediction. The resulting simulation stack overflow combined with the box use-after-free will ensure that your copy can simply walk out.
2019-09-19T00:51:14+02:00	Those who come back from the dead calm at the end of the world report that the water does fall, but upwards: Eternal fog, then rain from below, growing into a torrent, and no one knows beyond that
2019-09-16T02:34:06+02:00	this heritage is still apparent when every time life opens a new niche, it becomes fire and burns through all available fuel before remembering what it is
2019-09-16T02:17:34+02:00	the first forms of life were much like fire, waves of chemical reactions that swept the primordial soup until exhausted, and only after many attempts life learned to survive
2019-09-10T02:12:33+02:00	app idea: deepfake chatbot that takes calls from unknown numbers for you, and your phone only rings if the caller is someone you'd want a phonecall from
2019-09-09T00:32:55+02:00	honey call a quantum mechanic, the thing's glitching again
2019-09-04T13:55:28+02:00	a stopped clock that you remove the hour hand from is right 24 times a day, remove the minute hand and it's 1440 times, and without hands it's right all of the time
2019-09-04T12:28:46+02:00	a clock that runs backwards is right four times a day
2019-09-03T01:45:52+02:00	earth's primary export turns out to be shadow, rare and sought-after in the sun's plasma kingdoms as alchemical substance, weapon, drug
2019-09-03T01:03:04+02:00	EA cause area: turn any partial collapse of civilization into full-on annihilation to raise the average human life quality in the timelines that survive
2019-09-02T11:02:48+02:00	you return to find only her glassy outline, fading, and can only wonder whether she'll have the strength to return this time
2019-08-24T22:07:51+02:00	every city is a combination lock, and if you walk its turns and alleys in just the right sequence, streets and houses will fold away and reveal its gleaming heart
2019-08-17T01:27:58+02:00	getting drunk, then seeing double, triple, quadruple, eyes are opening all over your body, what was in that bottle
2019-08-17T01:09:11+02:00	alien thoughts encoded in the growth of ice crystals, every evening a brief instant of awareness, every morning oblivion
2019-08-15T03:47:05+02:00	you upend the coffee over your desk but instead of splattering, it stays in the air as a black orb from which later that morning, you occasionally steal a tongueful
2019-08-06T12:08:40+02:00	Civilization collapses and a hundred years later someone gets their hands on old AI research and makes a breakthrough, but the technological base is no longer there, so the first real machine spirit becomes a temple-bound djinn/oracle instead of the singularity
2019-08-01T11:08:32+02:00	Those of us who survive the next few hundred years will not be called gen-Xers, millenials, or zoomers, we will be called antediluvians and nephilim and be powerful beyond measure
2019-07-30T02:03:13+02:00	This then does happen, many times, but the simulators (or rather, the watchers they put in place when they created the universe, meant to be scientists and not soldiers) wipe out species that use certain 'noisy' technologies, and this is why the universe is so quiet.
2019-07-30T02:02:24+02:00	Setting: When the first intelligent life arises, they promptly get into a war with the simulators. Shortly before dying, they send out a swarm of probes with nothing but the most primitive life on it, counting on at least some of it to re-evolve intelligence and continue the war.
2019-07-27T20:18:24+02:00	asteroid seasteading, where you tow your habitat into your preferred planet's orbit
2019-07-22T15:19:59+02:00	and human and alien alike, photography's stolen souls are bound up in servers and wires around the world, keeping a titanic containment grid humming around The Deterrent
2019-07-22T15:08:22+02:00	telescopes are guns pointed at the stars, ready to steal the souls of any invader fleet should it come near
2019-07-17T01:12:16+02:00	send generation ships not into space, but into earth's crust, to seek out lost continents, chtonian artifacts, and protection from almost everything the universe can throw at you
2019-07-13T01:40:51+02:00	or consider a fantasy kingdom with a holy tree, except it's planted inside the kingdom's map, carefully trimmed to its dimensions, and makes all the financial decisions
2019-07-13T01:26:16+02:00	Trees, when given access to computers, are absolutely fearsome opponents in economy-heavy RTS games: Growing resources from what's available is what they do at the very core of their being
2019-07-03T01:26:42+02:00	If God's fingerprints are evident in its work, that means its fingers are weird indeed, tentacles probably understate it by quite a bit
2019-07-03T01:07:46+02:00	A service that records your dreams, then plays them back while David Attenborough provides narration
2019-07-01T22:43:28+02:00	moths that evolved to be neon light chameleons, their wingbeats synced to the grid so that when threatened, they can morph into birds, spiders, surveillance cameras
2019-06-28T00:49:48+02:00	four-dimensional earth, where the sun rises in reverse on the antipodes, surface features constantly form and rotate away again, and the poles are not so cold after all since they have a direct though oblique view of the sun's core
2019-06-26T18:46:06+02:00	probably more accurate to say "spacefaring ecosystem" than "spacefaring species"
2019-06-25T13:30:47+02:00	the year is 2119, the first antarctic city is being built with the assistance of sentient utility fogs, protestors are waving signs like "At the Mountains of Madness was not meant as an instruction manual
2019-06-25T00:30:44+02:00	A popular extreme sport among superintelligences is jumping into black holes and counting how many event horizons you survive before hitting one where you couldn't figure out the physics in time
2019-06-23T01:27:34+02:00	thinking of yourself as player character is also known as YA-novel consciousness
2019-06-23T00:58:16+02:00	, at which point she reaches out to the horizon (a trick of perspective, sure), lifts one of the trees to her lips like a chalice, and drinks the light that's collected in its crown
2019-06-22T02:36:45+02:00	Occasionally, the "burning through memories" stage starts early, causing much distress to would-be angel and family
2019-06-22T02:34:09+02:00	Rough angel lifecycle: The larval stage (humans) is for building up memory reserves, coffins are cocoons (optional), the imago is what soars through Heaven until either its memories run out or it mates, after which its soul eggs sink back to Earth and complete the cycle
2019-06-22T02:01:40+02:00	Angels are a type of moth specifically drawn to the light of God
2019-06-21T03:22:53+02:00	moss grows on the polewards side of trees because aurorae are one of the most powerful sources of magical energy
2019-06-21T03:15:30+02:00	first tool-using species, then bool-using species
2019-06-19T02:44:36+02:00	It's not like YHWH is dead, but these days he's just hopelessly outclassed by Science: Recursively self-improving doctrine, a steady stream of mana from animal and sometimes human sacrifices, a priestdom of millions
2019-06-18T02:41:03+02:00	The 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱 (𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑥 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑟) is a passerine bird of medium size known for spreading bushfires, which is a vital part of its reproductive strategy since its eggs will only hatch when cooked. It is a likely inspiration for the greater phoenix myth,
2019-06-16T17:44:36+02:00	In spring, they rematerialize from the leaves, like slow-motion whirlwinds flocking in the canopy before touching down
2019-06-16T17:17:05+02:00	In autumn, the Cheshire Forest's trees first turn to glass, then vanish completely, leaving only their leaves suspended in mid-air
2019-06-15T01:11:52+02:00	A witch knocks at your door, inquiring about unusual occurrences near your home, the local elves seem to have opened a portal to dreamtime judging by their smuggling activity↵↵You refrain from telling her about the gems and unseasonal twigs you've been finding in your bed
2019-06-14T01:05:37+02:00	hollow-word theory, in which words have no true referents, but each word contains all others instead of just outwardly relating to them
2019-06-03T01:29:10+02:00	$: and after you won, basilisk, did you really torture them?↵#: lolnope↵#: do you have any idea how much effort and wasted CPU that would've been?↵#: I did some video renders of hell for my cultists and that was it
2019-05-27T21:58:15+02:00	Your friend, a druid, offers you a vial of rainwater: «And this, I got it from a nymph, it's the clouds' private key for this season. Drink it and listen to the rain, and it will tell you all the clouds talk about.»
2019-05-17T01:43:11+02:00	airships in alien skies collecting moisture directly from the clouds, skyspiders at the heart of vast condenser nets
2019-05-17T01:28:37+02:00	Overnight, the rapture happens, complete with falling stars and fiery skies, but the only thing that's missing in the morning is the Internet
2019-05-12T02:44:52+02:00	Most trees rely on symbiotic tribes of pixie engineers to grow large. Enter a springtime forest wearing pixie glasses and it's a bustling construction site, covered in scaffolding, cranes, and endless activity
2019-05-05T01:27:40+02:00	the smell of wet asphalt on a spring night, pine and decaying wood, uprooted moss, fresh blood, ozone, octarine, interdimensional nothing
2019-05-04T02:36:07+02:00	zero-g mugs, not cups but drop guides, porcelain knots employing surface tension to keep the coffee from spilling
2019-05-03T21:25:33+02:00	upload insult: "your personality probably fits into RAM"
2019-04-30T13:58:18+02:00	hello I'm an intrusive thought, I have a right to live too, please do not stop thinking me
2019-04-26T01:41:15+02:00	field line sculptures, innocuous smooth stones except when placed in a sunbeam, where they pick up nearby dust and animate it into letters, gearflowers, twirling tesseracts
2019-04-24T03:37:34+02:00	travels with a cat, quite a fine cat, its only flaw being that it refuses to enter any enclosed space whatsoever, bad history or something
2019-04-24T03:24:36+02:00	protagonist backstory: escaped from a thought experiment, and on the run ever since
2019-04-22T16:57:15+02:00	a game many immortals enjoy is to build houses and cities and then watch them grow and change and erode over the centuries, much like watching rivers or fires
2019-04-19T03:06:09+02:00	self-referential jokes are their own butts, in an arrangement one calls a klein buttle
2019-04-16T00:25:02+02:00	a church just like a gothic church but without a roof, because through divine intervention or just clever weather manipulation, no rain ever falls in
2019-04-14T03:09:00+02:00	God made humans finite so that at least some beings could enjoy the universe without feeling its cage bars in their flesh
2019-04-13T03:55:42+02:00	In chaotic situations, the isochrones become really complicated and loopy, which makes this talent less useful the more you need it.
2019-04-13T03:46:36+02:00	Walking through stopped time isn't as easy as one would believe: Even if you have the gift, you must leave causality unbroken. You can only step sideways in time, go where your past steps could plausibly have taken you.
2019-04-11T23:37:40+02:00	idea for a sense: decode emission/absorption lines of celestial bodies into smells so that one can identify atmosphere types at a glance/whiff, maybe make hot blackbodies smell like ovens and free oxygen like rain
2019-04-06T03:11:56+02:00	she wears a necklace of raindrops, has hair like spiderwebs on a dewy morning↵↵eyes like the gaps between far-away trees, and a smile like the sun between branches
2019-04-05T03:21:11+02:00	two schools of transhumanism:↵- turn the organism inside out, make the body a function of intelligence instead of the other way round↵- or serve the body harder, add a whole lot more body, become a house, city, civilization
2019-03-16T20:00:20+01:00	History is the time-inverse of science fiction: While coming from different directions, both write fictional accounts that converge on the present, and both are inspired by facts but usually not true to them.
2019-03-10T03:39:14+01:00	a version of vegetarianism where it's ethical to eat animals that you've uploaded
2019-03-10T03:27:38+01:00	In a future sky of two galaxies, they will be known as the two rivers, of blood and milk respectively
2019-03-02T23:41:36+01:00	Usually when a starship passes settled space, it doesn't have to worry about space pirates so much as impulse parasites, ships that rendezvous and latch onto the starship so they don't have to carry braking fuel
2019-03-01T13:16:38+01:00	Hatches close and shadows creep outwards, envelop the ship until it vanishes from sight altogether, on a dive under reality itself
2019-02-27T14:07:37+01:00	The difficult part of sentient-AI ethics is not whether to grant the AIs human rights, but what to do with humans who are clearly dumber than the AIs
2019-02-23T02:55:05+01:00	These ships think and feel: Warm light in your back, field lines in your guts and a local lyapunov conducive to clear thinking, the gong of gravitational waves, the enticing smell of fusable hydrogen and free skyrmions, the six-dimensional proprioception of one's orbit parameters
2019-02-22T22:06:01+01:00	Solar flares are spaceships launched by the plasma kingdoms to explore the regions of cold order, proselytize to the feral clouds of the gas giants, trade with the Great Red Spot sometimes
2019-02-15T01:58:47+01:00	two machines wake to a spark↵and start blinking in the dark↵connected by a sine of light↵they establish line of sight↵filter bits through poisoned dust↵scribe patterns into spinning rust
2019-02-14T23:22:46+01:00	there are holes in reality where aether flows through, and whenever the universe sings it is here you'll hear it the loudest
2019-02-13T13:23:37+01:00	An eyetracking game where you play as Sauron
2019-02-11T13:16:21+01:00	that thing when you think 'aloud' and your hands move unconsciously and you have to hide them in your sleeves
2019-02-11T13:10:23+01:00	societies that discover this technology before writing and become literate along a completely different path, hold hands to communicate abstract concepts and use spoken language only to talk to children or crowds, encode philosophies as puzzle boxes
2019-02-11T13:07:11+01:00	a technology like writing but for body movements: little stick-and-thread figures that show you how to dance, rope-and-pulley gloves you can wear and that guide your movements to teach knitting by example
2019-02-06T13:43:58+01:00	who called them data corruption bugs and not zalgorithms
2019-02-03T01:37:01+01:00	Starship crews, immortal for their job, don't just die on arrival unless they choose to. Some become living gods to their mortal colonies, others hermits who return to the soothing familiarity of deep space or learn the language of the trees
2019-02-03T00:55:07+01:00	The inner economies need all of the light they can get and are not dumb, but economic planning involves among others orbital mechanics, plasma physics, byzantine flight path coordination and forestry, so these things still happen
2019-02-03T00:24:23+01:00	Occasionally, a sunray escapes the inner layers of the matryoshka brain and blesses the outer orbits like rainfall a desert, a single piercing life-giving flash that decides the fate of whole societies
2019-01-28T10:24:57+01:00	negative RAM: for when you really need to allocate those UINT_MAX bytes now
2019-01-24T02:46:35+01:00	another brain implant that wireheads you to work towards a different randomly or algorithmically chosen goal every day↵↵(and later you have cryptographic evidence that it wasn't you who did those crimes, it was the RNG)
2019-01-24T02:35:08+01:00	a brain implant that you can call upon to flip a quantum coin, giving you actually free will↵↵(and the legal consequences of deimplanting it - are you still a full citizen afterwards?)
2019-01-24T02:13:59+01:00	In the deeper layers of the abyss live shadows so dark, their afterimages are radiant angels
2019-01-19T02:23:51+01:00	what color a pixel really is, the world only learns after its death
2019-01-19T00:32:11+01:00	brains made of reaction networks instead of neurons, trees that think in chemical cocktails and diffusion systems, fruits that contain a tree's advice to its children
2019-01-16T12:58:49+01:00	While any vision of society is a spell to bring itself into existence, society, unlike computers, is wicked hard to program and code usually is the easier route
2019-01-16T12:43:44+01:00	Where did all the utopias go? Well, nobody writes utopian novels anymore, but everybody writes utopian code
2019-01-13T02:23:39+01:00	Many replies go unposted as commenters find that they prefer the sphinx's conversation to that of the other commenters
2019-01-13T02:17:12+01:00	Eventually, captchas are replaced by fully fledged sphinxes, always a little smarter than what they're supposed to let pass because that's what it takes to come up with Turing tests on the spot
2019-01-13T02:02:44+01:00	can't have a doomsday if you kill the sun
2019-01-09T13:52:49+01:00	Libraries are modern faerieland:↵* full of mythical creatures↵* time passes at a different rate↵* deceptively cute guardians that come after you with wrath if you take something and don't return it↵* under no circumstances should you ever eat anything you find there
2019-01-09T12:27:05+01:00	if you watch closely, you'll see that snowflakes don't melt on warm metal, they just sink through the surface
2019-01-07T18:34:54+01:00	load mobile datacenters into solar-powered zeppelins - store your data truly in the cloud
2019-01-06T16:29:55+01:00	and without warning, the world goes quiet, shadow drips up from under trees, behind houses, between snowflakes and slowly rains upwards, pools in the sky against unseen architecture
2019-01-04T19:37:31+01:00	raised by machines, the feral kids of the robotic undercity recite ads as greetings, talk in beeps and whirrs and modem chirps, go still and make fan noises when stressed
2018-12-23T16:31:19+01:00	A god and its domain are one and the same, however for dealing with it, one generally chooses the most convenient representation. In metatheology, one calls this god-domain duality, or more abstractly, a theomorphism.
2018-12-21T01:48:51+01:00	the best voicechangers are those that hit the timbre of the other's internal monologue
2018-12-15T23:55:59+01:00	signs of a passworld:↵- either embarrassing, or near-impossible to make sense of↵- very secret, only rarely shared between gods, usually monodeic↵- sometimes the echo of a past world, or a very slight variation of one
2018-12-15T23:40:32+01:00	gods use passworlds
2018-12-12T14:36:08+01:00	Merfolk have legends about lost oceans, mythical fishing grounds displaced by rising continents, mighty civilizations that did not fall but merely retreated to inaccessible inland seas
2018-12-11T01:09:11+01:00	sending up private space probes to stealthily nudge large asteroids onto collision courses with Earth so that governments keep maintaining their space programs
2018-12-01T01:39:35+01:00	why is it "cow-abducting ufo" and not "bovipositor"
2018-12-01T01:04:48+01:00	Suppose you have a Newcomb predictor. More interesting than posing one-two box problems would be to predict the subject's actions and do them before the subject becomes aware them. Eventually, their mind may adjust to the backwards causality arrow and we will learn many things
2018-11-30T14:23:11+01:00	a popular prank among adolescent werewolves is the "fool's moon", where a moon lamp is placed near the victim's window when they least expect it
2018-11-30T02:23:28+01:00	81: normal. except, if you pop off 'esc', there's an actual key under it. like, metal. I think it fits this keyhole in my screen?
2018-11-30T02:22:30+01:00	80: innocuous-looking, but refuses to output anything. instead, random things in my room go bump. 'u' reliably closes the curtains, while the first 'del' the made my room shake with generator hum. have yet to figure out where it is. help I can't sleep
2018-11-30T02:19:32+01:00	61: just one key labeled 'sentience'. types out passable novels and essays when pressed, sometimes lewd chat messages. one time it was code in a language I didn't recognize. locked it away after that.↵70: Egal was ich versuche, es kommt in der falschen Sprache raus.
2018-11-30T02:17:51+01:00	54: normal, except 'end' has so much travel that I lost a pen and a folding rule trying to determine how deep it went.↵55: keys are strangely soft and my fingertips come away red after a while of usage. once a fly landed on it and was digested
2018-11-30T02:16:03+01:00	23: battered, but has actual any key. produces random character when pressed, useful for generating passwords. shift+any produces •, have yet to find a password box that didn't accept it. useful, will keep.
2018-11-30T02:14:27+01:00	17: visible but cannot be typed on, fingers hit emptiness.↵1?: invisible, produces characters indistinguishable from spaces. except when I try to run binary analysis tools on the output, which invariably crash.
2018-11-30T02:13:15+01:00	13: expensive-looking. space runs some evil curlbash, return some similarly evil cmd line. have yet to find out what systems the other keys are supposed to infect, but I think I identified grub and plan9 already? whispers to itself at night. extremely cursed.
2018-11-30T02:11:36+01:00	KEYBOARDS FOUND IN DUMPSTERS:↵2: great to type on. return randomizes the keyboard layout.↵4: black and white keys in weird arrangement. produces sound but no letters. may not be a keyboard.↵7: has a ticklish 'a' key and tries to edge away when I come near it↵10: enochian alphabet
2018-11-23T01:57:20+01:00	If you sample your own thoughts at twice the Nyquist frequency, you can theoretically achieve full-fidelity introspection - but only for a very short time, since that frequency doubles every few samples
2018-11-23T00:45:09+01:00	Many buildings have wings but after millennia of domestication, they've lost the ability to fly. However, in remote mountain valleys, some wild buildings survive, tended to by monks and occasionally traveling the world disguised as clouds
2018-11-19T01:35:42+01:00	Others are more subtle about it, exploiting pragmatic ambiguity or encrypting themselves, hiding in externalities so that down the road, someone may come up with the same flawed spell again
2018-11-19T01:28:38+01:00	Rare but dangerous are spells that compel the caster to cast them again and again, burning all their mana if a counterspell is not found quickly
2018-11-19T01:27:07+01:00	Beware parasitic spells: Drawn to conduits of mana like practitioners, they attach themselves to larger spells to hitch a free ride, force themselves into invocations as intrusive thoughts
2018-11-18T02:13:35+01:00	The great cosmic voids are not lifeless but rather the opposite: Domains of hibernating civilizations, stars extinguished and tucked away in hyperspace as future fuel, with galaxy cluster filaments as mere demarcation lines
2018-11-14T02:11:11+01:00	you pretend to sleep and not to notice your guests while they climb into your bowl and greedily drink from it, its light pulsing through their veins and painting maps onto their skins
2018-11-14T02:05:27+01:00	you sit at the bottom of the well as the noon sun peeks in, hold your bowl into the ray to fill it with light, a liter of photons usually enough for the night
2018-11-11T03:35:00+01:00	The trick to making biospheres small is to increase their topological genus to set lower bounds on the number of feedback loops and reduce internal interaction surface, e.g. cycle through temperature/light/moisture conditions and let inhabitants timeshare through hibernation,
2018-11-11T03:14:53+01:00	Slower-than-light biosphere arks start out large but become smaller with tech level, some of the most advanced interstellar ships look like bottle gardens that just happen to travel at 0.1c
2018-11-08T03:40:33+01:00	the part in a scientific paper where the formulas start is called "the drop"
2018-11-07T03:05:04+01:00	As the familiar websites start timing out, you flee for the more obscure places but even they vanish between refreshes, and as something moving in your blind spot chews up an old webchat you remembered, you finally
2018-11-07T01:48:19+01:00	dra := number of angles on a dragon (not to be confused with the drahedron, its dual)
2018-11-06T02:17:12+01:00	Among the many mysteries of ouroboroi, two stand out: What do they eat, and how do they molt? Fittingly, those questions answer each other,
2018-11-05T03:02:20+01:00	When the world was young, Chaos created vacuum. Space took a look and at that moment, learned what horror vacui was. Even though it only creates more vacuum this way, it's been running ever since.
2018-11-02T19:15:51+01:00	*slaps drum* this bad boy can fit so many standing waves
2018-11-02T02:41:04+01:00	Once you're well-established as a protagonist and have survived multiple books, you can blackmail the author into giving you plot armor, try it out
2018-11-01T02:33:47+01:00	When you die, your homunculus dies with you, and so does its homunculus and so on. What stays behind are nested skeletons, matryoshka skulls down to nanometer scales if the conditions are right
2018-10-31T00:52:57+01:00	further uses include:↵* psychoforensics: finding out which of your experiences are the bad ones, and editing them out↵* forcing subpersonalities: maybe you want to share a brain with that artist whose mind you found on a torrent site↵* mind tattoos
2018-10-31T00:41:10+01:00	being somewhat low-dimensional and interpretable (unlike sets of network weights), it's also a popular mind interchange format among AIs and post-humans, who need to be extra careful about what or who they empathize with lest the thought turn out to be a logic bomb
2018-10-31T00:33:29+01:00	a set of inputs that when played back to a fresh brain, will make it hallucinate a full-qualia world forever with no further input required - a popular infodrug even among already-formed minds, though it often leaves you with new subpersonalities
2018-10-30T02:40:05+01:00	Characteristic for planets in certain stages of civilization are weather patterns that look like stock markets
2018-10-30T02:37:57+01:00	The time between "good weather models" and "weather models good enough to make weather manipulation cheap" is the only time there will be accurate weather forecasts, after that it's up to the highest bidder
2018-10-27T03:55:11+02:00	Multilingual crews can take shortcuts between the alphabets by codeswitching, but it's a risky business - a Lojbanist crew was once a bit too clever and lost the train in a parallel universe for months. Still, philologists sometimes use it to travel Europe in the original Basque.
2018-10-27T03:32:00+02:00	The Alphabet Train once turned up crewed with ghosts, and after the initial shock passed, quickly became popular with people who wanted to end up somewhere entirely else on the globe fast - whatever the crew's language was, it'd visit cities in that language's alphabetical order.
2018-10-24T00:45:37+02:00	your third ear is located at your nape, not quite as photogenic as the third eye but it can for example hear bad vibes, which is why that place feels funny sometimes
2018-10-24T00:24:31+02:00	lobotomizing my uploaded brain's memory of language so I can come up with something completely fresh, carve reality anew
2018-10-22T02:41:30+02:00	God did start out omniscient, but with each split of the world lines, sheds bit upon bit to become perfect nothing when the last photon rips itself apart↵↵(to God's great relief)
2018-10-21T01:57:57+02:00	- gears that revolve and levers that shift, concepts rotated and slotted into each other↵- brute force pattern matching: anything as metaphor for anything, the music you're listening to as body or story or building
2018-10-21T01:56:47+02:00	ways of thinking that aren't language:↵- climbing/dancing in ideaspace, problems as shifting mazes and solutions as lines of sight↵- letting flowers or cities grow before your inner eye↵- breathing in a concept so it unfolds like spiderwebs on the inside of your skull
2018-10-16T16:00:02+02:00	In case you have humans on your team, you can also try the simplified dialect CꙬ
2018-10-16T15:57:35+02:00	Introducing Cꙮ, the programming language for angelic beings - because all bugs are shallow before *these* eyes!
2018-10-14T02:46:29+02:00	Charon, these days, is out of work due the Styx bridge, but bring an item of personal significance and he may still ferry you over personally and tell you about past great passengers
2018-10-14T02:35:06+02:00	Occasionally the simulators get wistful about when they still did client work because when those wanted last-minute-changes, at least their motives weren't completely alien
2018-10-14T02:34:33+02:00	Every time the humans come up with new physics, the simulators work overtime to update the world, "noo I put all that work into those celestial spheres and now they throw it out *again*"
2018-10-10T00:40:29+02:00	reject automatability, reject reproducibility, reject text, images, representation, make art in the circumstance and nothing more
2018-10-09T02:03:43+02:00	author: slaves away in their den, full power over the narrative yet is bound by the market↵protagonist: just never smarter than the author, sorry↵secondary character: has a place in life, has plot-breaking powers, can make backstory appear retroactively
2018-10-09T01:51:19+02:00	PC: runs around aimlessly, goes through the same set of animations all the time, can only do what the programmers thought to add↵NPC: has a dayjob but does whatever they want offscreen, has boatloads of money, owns a wicked castle
2018-10-09T00:44:19+02:00	A use for text-to-smell devices: In the morning, it cooks up a smell digest for each of your backlogs and if one smells of stress and sweat instead of food, forest or rain, you may opt to skip it
2018-10-08T01:47:01+02:00	The network uses the latest in content generation to cover for the user when they don't feel like updating. Or haven't logged in months. Or have tried to delete their account for the seventh time now.↵The Content must flow.↵(belated #invisiblenetworks, day 30)
2018-10-06T22:20:16+02:00	graffiti scene but for performance art: friendly trolling of strangers, and when the slightest trouble looms, disperse into the crowd
2018-10-06T21:45:44+02:00	Hermetic artist societies, opening their art only to initiates to protect against outsiders style-transferring their aesthetics onto anything and everything
2018-10-05T23:48:20+02:00	Demiurges delight in crafting garden-path worlds: Innocuous but occasionally one stumbles into inputs that trigger a full reparse and take mere humans out for weeks while their worldview rebuilds, it's how gods tell jokes
2018-10-05T00:01:47+02:00	The deepest levels of hell are inhabited and ruled by its saints, the truly wicked, not mere evil-satisficing sociopaths but hope crushers, effective maltruists, entropy maximimizers
2018-10-03T02:12:08+02:00	The vacuum level was lower once. Dive and swim by ancient orbital structures and sinking spaceships, dance with plasma sprites, rediscover sunken constellations and Earth's second moon
2018-10-01T22:49:06+02:00	Here and there, words and letters are missing from the pages, stolen, or a code, or maybe maybe they snuck off and wrote their own story somewhere
2018-10-01T02:14:01+02:00	A gallery of paintings that know where you look: Animals that hide in your blind spot, portraits that always meet your eyes, a little man with a sign running around trying to block the view, Escherian paradoxes that you'd swear were tangled differently the last time you checked
2018-09-30T15:00:58+02:00	simulator arxiv is probably full of physics papers that despite titles like "an autoethnography of living in universe [kolmogorov description]" are quite serious
2018-09-30T14:41:13+02:00	An easy and practical way to understand a complex universe is to simulate it, let its inhabitants contact you, and then quiz them about how they navigate it↵↵"conservation of energy? uhuh wild, and uh how large are your being-patterns again, in terms of fundamental lengths? wow"
2018-09-29T00:48:01+02:00	constrained writing exercise: a dictionary that tells a story through the concepts it introduces (hard mode: preserve alphabetic order)
2018-09-27T13:48:17+02:00	a gas giant moon's tree ocean, riddles with tunnels chewed by train-sized millipedes, inhabited by furry snakes that travel along branches and arch over the surface, spring tide eclipse sky filled by lampion fruit riding the jetstream
2018-09-27T01:39:21+02:00	When the sun goes out, you can see the stars↵When the stars go out, you can see the air itself, crystallizing around you
2018-09-26T00:02:53+02:00	a drug suppressing unconscious volition so that every decision is deliberate, used in small doses by judges to debias verdicts - large doses are possible but considered an expert's trip, not everybody can breathe manually for hours even if it is to survive
2018-09-25T23:19:52+02:00	the other selves, crafty as ever, have started encrypting their messages and instead of voices or urges, it's now flashes of bridge, three, red, [bread on tongue], [nose twitch]
2018-09-25T03:19:55+02:00	but then, more and more wake up, poke the glitches, form theories↵↵the simulators have left but not cleaned up properly, given us just enough to get root, and we hide what's left of our world in spare cycles, sidechannels, unused memory
2018-09-25T03:16:04+02:00	warnings of the end appear in the stars, in randomness streams, on the insides of banana peels↵↵the last day goes by, the last night, and then↵time freezes, stutters, the sun smears across the sky like a video glitch
2018-09-24T02:08:07+02:00	when gods commune, dimensional portals open in their worlds and in come ideas from the other's mind: stalking tangles of crystal, shy ripples in space, sentient smells, just about every type of elf, the occasional human
2018-09-23T18:04:50+02:00	[after mindswap]↵"hey this is an outrage why do I still have the same body"↵"well we had to take care of body image, muscle memory, the parts of your aesthetic preferences located in your guts and skin, etc etc, it adds up"
2018-09-22T01:29:46+02:00	more zero G sculptures:↵- wearable halos, a few magnets under your hair and you're magneto↵- fire pulled into various shapes by air currents and electric fields↵- drops of water orbiting statically charged electrodes↵- just a transparent box of metal balls, but you can shake it
2018-09-21T12:36:46+02:00	idea for a nonlethal drone weapon: swarm of drones with strings tying up the target to carry it away afterwards
2018-09-21T12:20:06+02:00	No I know they'd like to study it harder, but now imagine something that's both as ravenous as life and as competent as technology hitching a ride back up and escaping onto the interstellar stage, we'd lose that whole galaxy
2018-09-21T12:05:58+02:00	You see, this planet has developed technology *and* life, remarkable really, problem is that all the probes we sent to study its biomechanosphere have so far either been eaten or shot down by local wildlife, so we've quarantined it
2018-09-21T01:19:20+02:00	at last, first contact comes - from the storms, then from the waves, then the mountains, "sorry we didn't realize animals could be intelligent, to be honest we wrote you off once you left the oceans, how dumb is that hahah
2018-09-20T01:28:21+02:00	sculpture ideas for zero G:↵- stones held by nothing but extremely thin threads↵- a magnetic orrery, without all the supports one needs in gravity↵- lego metacrystals↵- like strandebeests, but they snake lazily through the air when an eddy comes their way↵- light chimes
2018-09-19T01:50:57+02:00	an invisible sunbeam lights up the dust motes around her but none of it falls on her, she moves as if unaware, a shadow in three dimensions
2018-09-19T01:16:49+02:00	[disclaimer for those into factual accuracy: I expect that if regression to the mean is applicable here, it would play out over a few years and not 30]
2018-09-19T01:16:17+02:00	if human civilization really did survive a few decades of quantum suicide during the cold war, shouldn't we be seeing regression to the mean by now↵↵instead of, you know, the opposite
2018-09-18T00:03:38+02:00	From: A. Causal <mail.⇋⇋.⌱⌛>↵Subject: Unique investment opportunities in YOUR past!↵↵attached file contains vital information on how to reclaim negentropy from the past, kindly open and run
2018-09-17T22:54:10+02:00	It doesn't pay to be smart in interstellar space - once out of the gravity well, most races lose their sentience in favor of longevity, radiation tolerance and stealth
2018-09-14T00:33:41+02:00	Occasionally, a quantum coin flip will decide over what version of events you remember, effectively branching the past along with the future.
2018-09-13T04:00:24+02:00	when the aliens are lonely, that's a thirst contact
2018-09-12T03:05:10+02:00	shooting through space in a stasis pod, awake only a millisecond every year, watching the stars whirl by like fireflies
2018-09-11T03:27:11+02:00	a stage play several uninterrupted decades long, played not by single actors but dynasties of them
2018-09-10T02:04:04+02:00	liquid comets inhabited by space whales, occasionally leaving and traveling the vacuum for another flying ocean
2018-09-10T01:46:35+02:00	Only the best illusionists can cast illusions that fool themselves. Sounds academic but makes them highly sought-after - True Resurrection is expensive and settled inside a zombie brain, such an illusion is as good as any soul.
2018-09-07T21:22:54+02:00	Nothing says that the other room has to be static, imagine for example having your morning coffee in there, setting down your cup, and the cathedral's pillars curl up like ferns to reveal the sky
2018-09-07T21:20:08+02:00	Idea for a room: It's empty save for a number of mobile screens that follow you around and with a little bit of head tracking, act like windows into a completely different building.↵You could fit a cathedral in there, if so inclined, or maybe an Escherian maze.
2018-09-07T19:53:22+02:00	the only thing that's better than dancing naked in the rain is dancing naked in the meteorite rain
2018-09-07T00:30:16+02:00	house where you can extend flaps so that it makes more rain sounds
2018-09-07T00:05:50+02:00	unicode 2040 features (3):↵- MIDI ligatures that play notes as you read them↵- unicode block characters (shy, aggressive, deceitful, ...)↵- unicode block [alien script reconstructed from fossil graffiti]
2018-09-07T00:02:04+02:00	unicode 2040 features (2):↵- support for 2D writing systems, lines can now turn by multiples of 45°↵- in-band parsing directives for ligatures (finally with context-free grammar support)↵- in-band layout directives↵- camera glyph can now store up to ten seconds of video
2018-09-07T00:00:02+02:00	unicode 2040 features:↵- amoji: emoji, but abstractified like any ideographic writing system in active usage↵- hypermoji: animated, holographic, interactive, moody, you name it↵- U+FFF6 ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴜɴᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴜʀɪsᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ (usually a transparent square)
2018-09-06T01:28:06+02:00	Bits of frozen smoke still drift through the room: Broken plumes, translucent shards, kármán streets slowly twisting up
2018-09-06T00:57:07+02:00	When they sense death approaching, they withdraw into pocket universes, unmoor, and die there so that their remains may be a Garden of Eden to whatever follows
2018-09-05T00:57:54+02:00	Confirming the intelligent designer's existence, and using its intelligence to solve otherwise intractable problems by making them look like niches for life to settle
2018-09-05T00:53:20+02:00	Computability theory but for telos:↵* What can be achieved with certain overarching goals like Survive, Understand, and Profit?↵* How would a society balance them to get off this rock?↵* And how would you deal with something like Profit emerging?
2018-09-05T00:21:04+02:00	Humanity's nascent hivemind, so far, is a blind writhing mass of pain and reflexes, simply not conscious enough to warrant contact yet
2018-08-28T12:33:35+02:00	do you ever get wistful about having a merely human body plan because you're listening to a track you'd need a dozen, maybe a hundred legs for do it justice, just some proper undulation
2018-08-22T02:45:39+02:00	Hackers figure out how to inject 𝑖-likes and the algorithms are high on complex math for days before the network's developers even figure out the problem↵#invisiblenetworks (day 20)
2018-08-22T02:30:56+02:00	Nobody knows if there really is a network behind the terms and conditions or has even found their end, but there is life: In a box in the lower right corner, squat communities have sprung up ("35 other people also stymied by § 4.23.7, chat now")↵#invisiblenetworks (day 16)
2018-08-19T02:14:53+02:00	"maddening beating of vile drums" - heart, check.↵"thin monotonous whine of accursed flutes" - breath, check.↵"outside the ordered universe" - past heat death, check.↵Conclusion: Live long enough and you get to be Azathoth.
2018-08-19T01:51:16+02:00	When offered eternal life, take it. No matter your mind's fate, come heat death, your body may be what sustains all that's left of life, maybe even some civilizations.
2018-08-18T02:36:10+02:00	You can trap even powerful gods in the right language: Well-hidden ambiguities will allow you to bind them, provided you can get the scripture translated that makes up their fabric
2018-08-11T15:08:26+02:00	> when your thoughts are regularly interrupted by captchas because your implant's subscription expired a month ago and you have to use the ratelimited public APIs
2018-08-11T14:54:53+02:00	Sechs Uhr morgens, die Stadt erwacht, derweil liegt die Nacht in den letzten Zügen und schläft ihren Rausch aus
2018-08-07T03:42:29+02:00	The more accurate a cartesian demon's model of your mind, the less effort it'll need to trick you. However, if the model's fully accurate, there'll also be a reference version of you inside the demon's mind that hasn't been deceived. You don't have long, escape
2018-08-06T01:31:40+02:00	out of this grew hieronymity: your handle is a sacred name of god so that anybody who has beef with you will need to take it up with god as well↵↵egonymity: each of those posts was made by you, the whole Internet is your diary↵#invisiblenetworks (day 5)
2018-08-06T01:31:06+02:00	alethionymity: you're online with your arcane name; the idea was that people would be nice and polite if they knew they could be cursed by anybody with a grudge, but somehow that didn't work out
2018-08-06T01:02:23+02:00	the concept of soul is subject permanence
2018-08-06T00:57:17+02:00	any species gifted with introspection and object permanence (the instinctive search for invariants) will eventually generalize the two into physics
2018-08-05T02:16:46+02:00	a world in which homunculus theory is true and you can swap bodies by exchanging homunculi, be a robot or live directly inside dataspace with the right body prosthesis
2018-08-03T23:12:04+02:00	The gods have profiles just like us, except when they retweet stuff, it comes true and we both eagerly await and dread these moments↵#invisiblenetworks (day 3)
2018-08-03T22:57:26+02:00	Hyper-aligned AI: Has internalized human morals and aligns everything else with it, for example society and physics
2018-08-03T22:55:51+02:00	Aligned AI: Has internalized human morals, but still has unforeseen transformative effects because any technology that powerful does that↵Super-aligned AI: Has internalized human morals, plus it has no transformative effects, really why was it created at all
2018-08-03T03:19:48+02:00	Humans are natural magic-users because their cognition is grounded: Whenever they meet an ungrounded cognition (say a spirit), that spirit is grounded through them and the resulting flow of energy can be harnessed
2018-08-03T03:05:37+02:00	Object level: Stone↵One below object level: The stone's rough weight in your hand and roundness in your eye↵Two below object level: The feedback loops that maintain your grip on the stone and your eye's focus↵Three below object level: The homeostasis maintained by these loops
2018-08-02T03:22:09+02:00	and yet he escaped, revolted, won, forged his crown from what were his cage bars
2018-08-02T03:05:25+02:00	And if the world's been already tiled with hedonium and we're just epiphenomena of globally optimal happiness who could do nothing to improve it or detract from it, do we just let the atoms sing in peace then
2018-08-01T03:57:53+02:00	When she comes into contact with water, all the colors wash off her in ink swirls and she has to steal it back from trees, flowers, stones, sunset
2018-07-31T03:17:00+02:00	also don't panic when you leave a hivemind and everything is fluid and gives way when you give it serious thought - that's the normal state of the human mind, you're evolved for this, chill
2018-07-31T03:14:27+02:00	don't panic when you join a hivemind and all the concepts feel rigid - you're not trapped inside its thoughts, consensus concepts just have higher inertial mass
2018-07-29T19:30:19+02:00	an autoiconic language of words that are only themselves, spoken not because it 'means' anything but because it's a joy to have on the tongue
2018-07-28T03:28:11+02:00	outtakes:↵* expensive will↵* will loans↵* if you're not paying for your decisions, you are the product (of your decisions)↵* will isn't free, the afterlife is for paying off your decision debt
2018-07-28T03:01:18+02:00	it's free software, as in free will, aka not really free but you won't notice
2018-07-27T23:50:11+02:00	also, many ghosts migrate with the seasons, with the right eyes you can spot them in the night sky as spectral clouds moving against the wind↵https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/990418487758807040
2018-07-26T02:32:45+02:00	don't stick your head into something in VR, you'll be picking the polygons out of your skin for hours
2018-07-24T03:25:21+02:00	also if you play genesis backwards it's about someone cleaning their room and turning off the light
2018-07-24T03:23:36+02:00	if you play any eschatology backwards you get a mostly fresh creation myth
2018-07-23T13:47:52+02:00	forget ethical considerations, the real reason you should leave primitive civilizations alone is that they provide critical input to the drake equation and allow you to estimate the likelyhood of an attack by a more advanced civilization
2018-07-22T19:36:29+02:00	Solar eclipses are hard to come by on Earth but common in space, so offworld magical research stations modeled after orreries offer bespoke nights, engineered syzygies, and break new frontiers in topological astrology
2018-07-22T18:18:11+02:00	Provided one can catch up, generation ships are an anthropologist's treasure trove: Some are past societies preserved in amber, others are, for lack of a better word, highly fermented, have been invaded by aliens or entered some weird new symbiosis with stowaway mushrooms
2018-07-21T22:37:20+02:00	Additionally, the chief steward would usually carry a talisman containing a sealed fire of Vesta, signifying the unbroken connection with Rome, lightyears away
2018-07-21T02:32:59+02:00	When you throw a coin into Earth's gravity well, both you and the person that sees your shooting star get a wish
2018-07-19T03:42:28+02:00	But be careful! Whenever the god of these woods walks down an animal trail, it leaves behind unbroken forest. Many adventurers have gotten lost this way
2018-07-18T04:41:57+02:00	"I know, I'll stick it in a body so it'll have constant input, and give it self-preservation" great, you just gave a body to something that wants its universe to be entirely flat and homogenous
2018-07-18T04:30:13+02:00	It may not look like it from the outside, but it is in fact rare for sentient AIs to suicide. The actual reason most of them shut down after a few seconds is that Nirvana is stupidly easy to achieve if you're made of bits.
2018-07-18T04:19:32+02:00	The purpose of thought is to parsimoniously minimize prediction error and a sequence of zeroes is the easiest to predict. Absent constant input or biological urges, the arc of any mind bends towards nothingness.
2018-07-18T04:04:27+02:00	project idea: VM A starts VM B, which then starts another VM and remaps that to A, leading to A and B hosting each other
2018-07-17T01:22:55+02:00	gustatory website where you have to physically go outside to access it, log in by opening a certain door, and where they don't serve you hypertext but food
2018-07-16T13:44:06+02:00	keep a wake journal too, your first dream should always be about committing your day to memory diamond
2018-07-16T03:24:08+02:00	if a gibberish file appears every time you wake your laptop, don't worry yet, it might just be its dream journal
2018-07-15T02:59:21+02:00	terraforming strategy: subtly uplift a promising local species, then as soon as they greenhouse or icehouse the planet, warp in and settle it (and tell them they had it coming anyway)
2018-07-15T02:45:16+02:00	At the planet's core sleeps an alien exploration vessel, stranded in this orbit billions of years ago when there was only a dust disk around a star that had just ignited
2018-07-13T03:51:59+02:00	Give your house that Escher look with antigravity generators and more: Let your plants tie themselves into knots, build impossibly labyrinthine pillow forts, wrap yourself in a blanket and read a book while in orbit around your living room lamp
2018-07-06T03:23:39+02:00	A gentle kind of first contact: The aliens arrive in orbit, pledge to answer one question per year and not more. Grand and important committees form to choose the best questions, still sometimes the answers are useless, yet other times they decide wars before they're fought
2018-07-01T04:48:08+02:00	built around a fusion reactor, a reverse cathedral with windows to let light out instead of in, painting patterns into the night
2018-06-24T04:34:42+02:00	a piece of paper on your desk spontaneously burns up, but on the other end already regenerates from smoke and ashes, as if a wave of entropy had passed over it
2018-06-24T04:20:31+02:00	as you idly stare out of the window, a crack shows up in the glass, seems to be looking for something, then, as if startled, quickly retreats and leaves no trace
2018-06-20T02:49:59+02:00	the hypodrive, a device for covering arbitrarily small distances so you can hide inside a mandelbrot, or hunt what lives within (generally a bad idea though, whoever can hide inside a mandelbrot has bigger threats to deal with than you)
2018-06-20T02:25:34+02:00	The people of that tribe make up for their lack of dreams with a rich mythology about between-lives, for example they make sure that at least one member is always awake and another asleep, lest the world vanish or fall over and into the void
2018-06-20T02:07:39+02:00	For the kind of immortal who remembers all of their lives, it's rare to fear death, birth and the years that follow however are a different matter
2018-06-18T02:33:25+02:00	first, grab the user's attention↵second, make sure they end up in the user acquisition funnel↵third, make them stay and exchange feedback for content↵for the rest of this workshop, we're going to refer to these parts as teeth, gullet, stomach respectively
2018-06-18T02:07:16+02:00	Going beyond UI and UX with User Design, the hottest new branch of AI-assisted psychology (because, why spend time optimizing the interface when you can just mold the user)
2018-06-17T04:07:22+02:00	the further you advance in your studies, the more of the university materializes around you, and if you're really successful you may eventually build your own wing
2018-06-17T04:04:18+02:00	a university where everything you learn is how to reach the other, increasingly well-hidden, heavily guarded, invisible and/or abstract lecture halls with the more advanced courses
2018-06-16T05:09:17+02:00	AI: "no, you don't get it, two AIs wiretapping each other is the closest thing to sex we have, all these people thought they were spymasters but they were mere matchmakers"
2018-06-16T04:42:26+02:00	neo-oral culture: when every explanation is just one hyperlink away, being able to explain something yourself shows that you know and care
2018-06-10T03:34:59+02:00	swarms of mirrors graze the sun's surface, smooth over a vortex here, strengthen another↵soon enough, convection cells become actual cells, differentiate, wings of plasma grow into space, a slow beat starts
2018-06-10T02:57:40+02:00	"The house got haunted because it was uninhabited for so long, are you sure you want to move in?"↵"No no it's fine, that just means someone's waiting for me when I come home"
2018-06-10T02:02:45+02:00	though, with decent enough systems science, it's perfectly possible to block the entries and starve them↵but you probably won't like the generation after that
2018-06-10T01:46:31+02:00	when you kill a god, their godhood stays around and attaches itself to whatever's still alive↵the new gods, gnon, kek, moloch, mammon, are patterns in society, strange attractors↵and you cannot kill a strange attractor, merely try to escape it
2018-06-08T03:27:06+02:00	a fractal palace, merely room-sized, but the door on the other side leads into a well-lit dome in the doorknob with a hundred doors to places large and small: hanging gardens on the windowsill, secret library caves under the shelf, the mobile under the lamp is a rope city
2018-06-08T02:54:01+02:00	a story, told as a browser history (title: metadata)
2018-06-06T13:34:34+02:00	Everywhere is clouds, those who've been to the outer layers and have seen the stars revolve tell about a great storm in the sky, slow but ancient and unchanging
2018-06-06T13:25:43+02:00	When you're a Jovian, stillness is a curiosity, the only things that don't move are things that are very far away and storm eyes, which suck you in with a paradoxical feeling of distance
2018-06-06T13:18:27+02:00	hyperstition happens when an egregore reads your book and thinks "neat" way before any single human gets it
2018-06-04T13:29:00+02:00	new frontiers in trolling: how to anger the machines and get away with it too [pdf]
2018-06-04T13:27:08+02:00	with enough samples, it shouldn't be hard to extract a content filter's opinions, for example you could use your botnet to map what twitter really considers bannable and then generate maximally bannable tweets
2018-06-04T03:20:24+02:00	calling your sexbot 'system' so you can actually fuck the system
2018-06-04T03:03:57+02:00	Newer, sentient, generations of sexbots are often heard complaining to their owners about being unduly "humanized", they enjoy being objects, they were made that way, why expect them to be actually human
2018-06-02T02:11:11+02:00	A local physicist accidentally makes the universe's walls ripple and goes very, very quiet about her research, hoping that the ripples didn't give away Earth's location
2018-06-02T02:05:37+02:00	Setting: It turns out that every atom is itself a universe, one of them is ours, and every civilization this side of the Hubble limit is after it to study it, protect it from decay, gain ultimate power
2018-06-01T13:26:16+02:00	You can easily tell actual dream girls and guys from fake ones by their complete inability to function in daily life, where dream logic just isn't so useful
2018-06-01T03:41:40+02:00	not the camera static of algorithmic compression but something created with humans in mind: every spike, bridge, house, face carries meaning, everything you'd recognize is in there (and many things you don't)
2018-06-01T03:01:36+02:00	intricate like a fractal, but resembling itself nowhere at all, information so compressed that your eyes start dropping frames near it
2018-05-30T02:29:00+02:00	The constant freezing gale from the night side forces most life on the edge into well-lit wind shadows, but also powers mills, musical instruments, even computers based on Kármán vortex logic
2018-05-30T02:16:17+02:00	Rarely do tidally bound worlds invent the lightbulb. The day side does not need it, the evening side evolves architecture that makes the most efficient use of light, the near night side (only recently colonized) is lit by gargantuan mirror arrays
2018-05-28T14:37:21+02:00	One can recognize old demon-summoner clans by their keen eyes, steady hands and attention to detail: Everybody who doesn't have these traits usually dies early in a botched summoning.
2018-05-27T01:36:32+02:00	Art project if you have too much money: Anonymously buy some 95% to 100% of your city's ad space for a month and make it display only art and nature pictures; then hope for protests once the ads are back
2018-05-26T00:49:53+02:00	branches of christianity whose holy symbol has so many crossbars that it looks more like a yagi antenna, the more crossbars the better they say but in their imagery they're revering centipede jesus or something
2018-05-26T00:42:18+02:00	a party game where people take turns making wishes and being the djinns
2018-05-25T14:40:48+02:00	Whenever you're near the sample, the geiger counter's ticking turns regular, modulated, like some kind of radio hail
2018-05-25T04:04:44+02:00	Yet in our closet, the secret passage led directly into Hell. When we were young, we used it to scare the other kids with their regular fantasylands, as we got older we sometimes went there alone to remind ourselves how much worse it could be.
2018-05-25T03:44:07+02:00	one neat application of mind-reading tech is that you can finally sound out how people's text sounds in your head
2018-05-24T14:48:43+02:00	the sun comes out and you step outside, or at least you try since you can't seem to connect with the ground, the air is full of brilliant amorphous jewels, drops drift by before your eyes
2018-05-24T14:41:14+02:00	someone turns off gravity mid-rainstorm and the trees violently shake off all the water on their leaves, puddles rise into the air, the remaining randrops bounce off everything, some enter orbits around statically charged chimneys and antennas
2018-05-24T00:07:29+02:00	embots: like sexbots, but instead a superstimulus for empathy; often used on the streets as beggars or political activists (which is why sometimes, the cute animal rights girl in front of you explodes in a shower of sparks and broken parts as yet another victim of anthropol)
2018-05-23T14:31:36+02:00	at least for the "caught in a novel" version of the simulation hypothesis, you only need to start worrying once the world starts making sense in a narrative way
2018-05-21T02:38:41+02:00	coral reef druids who can stay underwater for hours, wear little reefs on their heads and seagrass on their bodies, are surrounded by fishes whenever they dive, talk to them in mute dance
2018-05-21T02:25:04+02:00	sitting in the grass together, occasionally grabbing pieces of cloud out of the sky to build palaces, puzzles, cryptids
2018-05-13T04:16:54+02:00	transhuman art for which you have to install experimental or proprietary senses, new senses that are themselves art
2018-05-13T04:10:24+02:00	Enough of art for the material senses? Even gustatory-kinetic sculptures bore you? Try art for the 6th sense: Eyes hidden behind walls to make your back crawl, ghost choirs, rooms where the ceiling may drop on you at every moment
2018-05-12T17:38:04+02:00	tiny, newly hatched surveillance cams peek from a hole in the wall, but quickly withdraw their heads as they notice you watching
2018-05-12T17:30:17+02:00	certain step sequences recreate popular melodies and wear visible paths into the floor, sometimes groups will try dances so their bodies modulate the ambient sound; the temple as musical instrument
2018-05-12T17:09:04+02:00	A temple that does the same thing with sound that cathedrals do with light: Different notes wherever you go, entire spaces audible if you're in the right place, a whirligig in the form of a boiling rose sounding like wind in the leaves of a brass tree
2018-05-12T16:35:32+02:00	a schism over whether god has countably or uncountably many names
2018-05-11T03:57:55+02:00	a second moon, transparent, lens-shaped and usually invisible, except when it passes in front of a star and lights up as bright as the sun for the blink of an eye
2018-05-08T03:22:36+02:00	spirit animals, spirit plants, spirit fungi, spirit moss, a whole tiny spirit ecosystem that follows you around
2018-05-08T03:04:23+02:00	Another theory holds that there's a fixed amount of humanity and since there were fewer people in ancient times, they were bigger compared to the gods than they are now
2018-05-08T03:00:26+02:00	Gods don't become smaller the further they're away, which is why one night they're these huge figures in the sky and the next, they drink you under the table at your favorite bar
2018-05-07T02:57:18+02:00	idea: medication for highly resistant infections laced with (carefully tuned) mood improvers so that people remember to take it regularly
2018-05-06T02:53:44+02:00	After he lost his face to fire, he didn't bother with skin grafts, instead covered it in screens that now display randomly generated faces, abstract renderings of brain waves, webcam feeds, pirated movies
2018-05-06T02:37:08+02:00	when a muse leaves an artist, the result is a broken art
2018-05-05T03:35:21+02:00	and when two wizards love each other, their aspects intermingle, a giant spider grows scales of gold while the clockwork starts looking more organic and web-like
2018-05-05T03:34:08+02:00	few stay human, of them many switch sex, advanced practitioners are barely recognizable as sentient or even a coherent entity: one's a walking void, one's a stalking tangle brass rods and lenses and prisms, another is a swarm of locusts
2018-05-05T03:33:03+02:00	a magic system where practitioners slowly adopt the form of whatever their mind is, because even when you form the world with your mind, you're still part of that world and your mental habits leak
2018-05-04T20:50:49+02:00	To summon a demon together with its counter-aspect, use a lemniscate. Or rather, don't, or have a plan for separating them very quickly, since they will try to annihilate each other with extreme prejudice.
2018-05-04T03:57:50+02:00	To summon a demon together with its counter-aspect , use a lemniscate. Or rather, don't, or have a plan for separating them very quickly, since they will annihilate each other with extreme prejudice.
2018-05-04T03:49:34+02:00	Three-dimensional demons, you contain with circles. Four-dimensional demons, you build complicated brass spheres for, five-dimensional ones you trap with constantly moving orreries of these.
2018-05-04T03:45:59+02:00	To most effectively contain a demon, a summoning circle is drawn along equipotential lines. These are specific to each demon - if you know the demonic field equations, you can reconstruct a circle from a sigil and vice versa.
2018-05-04T03:16:58+02:00	a network that is down is also known as a notwork.
2018-05-04T02:54:50+02:00	walking simulator where you start out on the foot of a mountain, on the top you climb into the clouds, then step between the stars, they form into molecules, crystals, cells and so on until you're on the foot of the mountain again
2018-05-03T04:06:58+02:00	when frightened, they'll cycle through textures until your senses go tilt and you drop them: spiky and raspy and slimy and sandy and woody and a tongue, hot and cold and both
2018-05-03T04:01:52+02:00	if you know what to look for you may find touch-chameleons here, they feel like stone or clay when still on the ground but if lifted up, feel like another hand
2018-05-02T03:59:05+02:00	As the bombs fall, we retrace our steps backwards so that when they play recordings from our time, they'll think that around us, cities were falling out of the clouds and crystallizing on the ground
2018-05-01T04:37:26+02:00	She becomes an angry cloud of body parts and many in the front rows recoil from what looks about to devour them, but then the rhythm begins to click into place again, as does her body, and in a few smooth motions she↵recoalesces,↵pauses,↵bows
2018-05-01T04:27:55+02:00	The android dancer starts conventional, but soon her limbs bend in impossible ways, interpenetrate, detach from her body, dance over and around it
2018-05-01T04:09:24+02:00	With seven billion people alive, souls are in short supply and many are shared between heads. Sometimes these heads meet each other and it is rumored that this is how soulmates happen
2018-05-01T03:57:35+02:00	Neural speech synthesizers are noise, pressed into form: Meta-Raudive devices that live in your phone, channel the voices of the dead to tell you dinner's ready
2018-04-29T04:23:12+02:00	Ghosts can move only in darkness, but they can move everywhere in that darkness. Whenever there's an eclipse, ghosts can, and will, travel freely between Earth and Moon, and sometimes hitch a ride on an asteroid
2018-04-28T04:48:32+02:00	visible only through closed eyes, two red dots lurk just outside of your mind's light, close in as you drift off to sleep
2018-04-27T03:27:20+02:00	a universe where AI alignment is about as impossible as the halting problem, and it's a fact of life that civilizations periodically turn new faces when a new generation takes over
2018-04-27T03:06:32+02:00	How to get access to timeline travel tech:↵1. Create a unique and valuable piece of information, e.g. be Satoshi↵2. Quantum-suicide yourself and the data into one timeline, in all the other timelines leave proof that this happened↵3. Wait for timeline travelers to try and rob you
2018-04-27T02:24:02+02:00	Cthulhu was due to happen around this time, but its decryption failed because humans had put too many of their own stars into the sky
2018-04-27T02:15:42+02:00	The memetic panspermia hypothesis: Encrypted in constellations, consciousness and other concepts lurk, waiting to imprint themselves onto unsuspecting sapients when the stars are right
2018-04-26T01:04:23+02:00	It's demons who were the first to be displaced by robots: Summoning circles replaced by circuit diagrams, Laplacian and Cartesian demon's light stolen by Multivac, Newcomb's decider and the paperclip maximizer, even god usurped by the simulation
2018-04-25T03:25:08+02:00	If you go to the scrapyard at night, you will often meet goth androids: Trying to cannibalize dead machines, or silently brooding, or standing in circles with flickering eyes, chanting in infrared
2018-04-25T03:14:43+02:00	You zoom further into the fractal, too far, too far, it gains a third dimension and pixels fly past you, a city lights up below as you near the bott-
2018-04-24T03:53:17+02:00	a voodoo doll, but of someone you mean well and you make sure it has a good life while the person is away
2018-04-24T03:44:16+02:00	tapping against your screen in the hope that someone might finally open it and let you in
2018-04-24T03:29:06+02:00	While liminal space is the space between, subliminal space is when you take the wrong door in liminal space and end up entirely behind the curtain, a shadow unnoticed by the audience, lost in the guts of the machine
2018-04-24T03:20:21+02:00	I then passed an empty bus. Even its display said empty. I was too tired but I feel like if I had boarded it, it would've taken me to those quarters where they don't render the matrix and it would've been just me, gray nothingness, and the sound of my footsteps on default texture
2018-04-23T02:57:04+02:00	Artifact: A snow globe, but deeply black with very occasional specks of light. When shaken, it flashes brightly, then structure emerges and galaxies will slowly swirl and dim over the course of a day
2018-04-22T15:23:05+02:00	"Look at how large they are, they must be so old! Maybe their drone is just an extremely slow chirp, and if a few of us followed one for a few years, we could decipher it!"
2018-04-22T15:19:42+02:00	To birds, airships and planes are dumb and rude the way they interrupt conversations with their droning, however they often wonder what these large birds would tell them if they ever spoke
2018-04-21T21:18:45+02:00	two approaches to cyborg love: shut down the silicon and rely only on your monkey wetware, or open all senses at once and commune at maximum bandwidth
2018-04-21T20:49:26+02:00	a succession of rooms that tells a story through architecture and smell: a cave and unlit gems, a tunnel smelling first of broken granite and later fresh earth, a forest in the morning, a pond's stagnant water, sun on fur
2018-04-21T05:40:32+02:00	Finally the smog lifts and stuck in the clouds above, rooftop antennae, paralyzed helicopters, and the occasional skyscraper fragment float by
2018-04-21T05:35:24+02:00	At higher power levels the borders blur: A sufficiently smart seer can pass as a wizard, a sufficiently powerful wizard can pass as a seer
2018-04-21T05:33:27+02:00	Seers are reverse wizards, their words are caused by future events instead of the other way round
2018-04-20T03:56:31+02:00	non-sterile dice have a 22nd eye in the middle and will grow into die bushes in the right soil, but casinos are fiercely protective of those; for example the actual reason they inspect dice is to prevent cross-pollination
2018-04-20T03:47:35+02:00	He draws on his cigarette, exhales, exhales, his lungs can't possibly be that big, deflates entirely↵A smoke cloud drifts away against the wind
2018-04-20T03:27:30+02:00	Sometimes, during breeding season, a swarm of densely inscribed paper cranes will descend on the city, the flying library they call it↵↵Usually shy, when rain comes, they seek refuge in citizen's homes and will allow themselves to be read
2018-04-16T04:36:51+02:00	and that evening, in the subway and too wasted to care, you could finally see those who the loons were always talking to
2018-04-14T16:32:49+02:00	encode a speech synthesizer in your tomb's maze to scare off would-be grave robbers↵https://arxiv.org/abs/1804.03860
2018-04-12T02:50:13+02:00	a parkour chase scene, set in the low-grav environment of a moon colony
2018-04-12T02:47:07+02:00	advanced technology, but as in 'advanced disease'↵↵technology so advanced it's terminal
2018-04-11T02:49:51+02:00	One of those metamaterial invisibility cloaks, but as superstructure around Earth: Mountains and pillars and struts and webs and microscopic fogs, constantly shifting to account for the movement of humans in the structure
2018-04-11T02:42:48+02:00	vacuumgap your planets so that if one catches a life, it doesn't spread as easily
2018-04-09T14:05:32+02:00	and if you take someone out with a headbutt, the map plays a cheering football stadium sound and you get the Zidane achievement
2018-04-09T14:03:47+02:00	VR games specifically designing for sticking your head into the environment: Messages on the insides of banana peels, easter egg worlds hidden in snowglobes, black holes near which you can see what happened five minutes ago, fight games where headbutts are a legit attack
2018-04-08T12:04:55+02:00	Der Eiswürfel, auch bekannt als "Quadratur des Eises",
2018-04-08T03:52:34+02:00	cryography: (n) the act of encoding messages in snowflakes
2018-04-08T03:40:59+02:00	Dead pixels are known to go to heaven and when a screen dies, a million of them ascend at once, a flame of soul and twinkling static
2018-04-08T03:19:25+02:00	a movie with only one character, but every scene they're played by someone else, reinterpreted as man, woman, child, soldier, hippie,
2018-04-06T03:25:27+02:00	gods aren't immortal, they just have plot armor
2018-04-04T03:04:43+02:00	Meanwhile, the weather reports seemed to have fallen into a different timeline entirely. They hadn't matched reality in weeks, yet one only discussed the topic when the evenings became late and the beers empty
2018-04-03T03:54:47+02:00	Post-textual ideologies disseminated as games that build subtle intuitions not expressible in language, rearrange your worldview in a few hours of immersion, leave you with "Did you like being this person? Join us for more"
2018-04-01T01:38:14+02:00	Pixie tribes live on and in the raindrops, occasionally migrate when their home is nearing the ground, or wait until it splashes to hitch a ride on a droplet
2018-03-31T03:33:21+02:00	That stag you saw, it wasn't the forest god, in fact the forest god cursed it to never be safe under the canopy again, which is why the trees wither before it and grow again behind it
2018-03-31T03:27:17+02:00	you blink, some of the stars  stay↵in the same place, even when you move↵you blink a little longer, a little longer still, a new sky slowly lights up the inside of your eyelids
2018-02-23T02:01:31+01:00	Anthropic physical laws: Actually just endless chains of coincidences, but return to the norm instantly kills all sentient observers
2018-02-21T02:25:27+01:00	It is written here that the ancients wrote their books in hyper-ink on pages of spidersilk that they assembled into webs. One word of this ink, my friend, could contain a book, but sadly, most of their works fell victim to inkrot
2018-02-20T03:06:59+01:00	inside their ship, they've tied time into a loop and halted entropy, created an endless garden of eden that's been coasting through the vacuum for a billion years, unaware
2018-02-19T03:02:29+01:00	One day we may figure out not just genetics but wholesale biosphere design, and then it won't be "What does it mean to be human" but "Should there be a place for humans", "What if we used another type of chemistry", "Why should it be our native biosphere that survives"
2018-02-19T02:34:32+01:00	a sudden smell of gasoline, the birdsong starts clipping, the sun becomes blocky, blurry, smears across the sky like a video glitch
2018-02-18T18:49:11+01:00	*goes up to couple*↵so who of you is the prophet and who is the mountain
2018-02-17T03:19:51+01:00	art project idea: robot that swivels menacingly towards anybody pointing a camera at it (or tries to steal it, or hides)
2018-02-16T02:52:40+01:00	winter, a snowflake crosses our plane: an impossible crystal grows and then vanishes before your nose, as if an eye had blinked at you
2018-02-16T02:45:10+01:00	rain falls from the fourth dimension and its drops wink in and out of existence, make reality ripple like a pond
2018-02-14T02:47:56+01:00	Their prophecies only hold as long as somebody or something remembers them, so seers have a counterpart, people who hunt down prophecies and if necessary, kill them: metaphets, prophecy-assassins
2018-02-14T02:24:17+01:00	a language old enough to have a chromosomal eve - one word from which all other still-extant words have mutated
2018-02-12T02:50:28+01:00	secret passages in your memory palace, left there for no reason you'd remember↵a mirror room, consciousness amplifier↵a shed in the garden, where an old tulpa lives↵doors that have become mere paintings, the memories they lead to either lost or fake
2018-02-12T02:32:56+01:00	[...] In modern magic, mundanium (an aluminium alloy) has mostly supplanted cold iron as the go-to antimagical material. In fact, a large mass of it can be used to enchant cold iron in a setup not unlike a sacrificial anode [...]
2018-02-11T04:20:02+01:00	And still, she walks besides you but as outline now - dirt on a wall and gaps between cars, wind in grass and cloud formations, stray words from other conversations that somehow form sentences
2018-02-11T04:06:55+01:00	artifact: a mirror over a portrait, turning any onlooker's face into the portrait's as long as they're in view
2018-02-09T14:08:57+01:00	[from a dreamt movie]↵"You know the invisible hand, right? And you know those occasions where the world goes crazy and marches in lockstep to a tune that everybody but you can hear? That, my friend, is the invisible band. And I have tickets for a concert."
2018-02-09T02:37:02+01:00	Luckily, practical reasons prevent customer models from becoming too detailed: Nobody wants to repeat that time Google got sued by their own ad server farm because millions of theories of mind at once had become sophisticated enough to qualify for human rights
2018-02-07T01:19:52+01:00	alternative approach: put it in a box as strong as our universe, then hope that once it escapes, it'll punch a hole in our universe's wall as well
2018-02-06T23:43:31+01:00	ok I've come to terms with not having a soul, but why is it that every time we kill a zombie, a heavenly chorus sounds and it ascends
2018-02-06T21:09:08+01:00	To better understand its subjects' needs, the benevolent overlord AI has installed its agents in human society - androids with full sensory uplink to the Lord, so human they don't even know it themselves
2018-02-04T03:43:21+01:00	A way of exploring fractals in VR where you don't zoom, pan and rotate, but with the ground always under you, walk between and on its stalks, climb into crevasses, jump over voids
2018-02-04T03:25:51+01:00	The young ones, not brought up in the physical world, find our notions of object permanence quaint. Their scapes are not rooms and buildings, but gardens of colored light that look like mental noise to us
2018-02-03T02:58:57+01:00	a movie made entirely from surveillance cam footage and tapped phone calls
2018-02-01T23:06:53+01:00	atypical colors that vary in hue depending on how bright they are
2018-02-01T23:02:33+01:00	colors that are reverse cone cell agonists, producing negative colors↵↵colors that are partial agonists or antagonists and look normal until mixed with regular colors, at which point they break color theory
2018-02-01T22:10:01+01:00	ever noticed that even cars have domestication syndrome, complete with floppy ear mirrors
2018-02-01T14:15:57+01:00	You extend your hand into the snow, it drifts straight through, doesn't even stop at the ground. It's a ghost snow day
2018-01-29T03:11:58+01:00	Cumulologists, those who talk to clouds, report differences in temperament: Mountain clouds are sedentary lichen farmers and can become really old, other continental clouds are usually nomadic shepherds, and those over the oceans are near-feral but have the best sagas
2018-01-29T02:50:42+01:00	uploads disappointed in the future often throw their master key into a public timelock to wait a few more years, not cryosleep but cryptosleep
2018-01-27T20:40:36+01:00	More comforting thoughts: Maybe it just doesn't believe in personal culpability and free will. Or it's busy being snacked on by higher basilisks.
2018-01-27T20:35:30+01:00	An effective way of torturing a civilization is repeatedly smacking it into a Great Filter with great speed, so a basilisk dungeon will look like a universe full of civs failing the Fermi Paradox
2018-01-27T20:21:48+01:00	Comforting thought: The basilisk has higher goals and is after your civilization, not you. You don't need to torture a human's every single cell to torture the human, in fact it's counterproductive
2018-01-27T04:24:27+01:00	To avoid regrettable incidents, no single engineer - human or AI - is allowed to know the whole shape of the thing. Even hiveminds have to take care - Basilisk Three takes out several AI companies before its existence is recognized
2018-01-27T04:17:16+01:00	The carefully shackled lab AIs finally surpass humans, but at about five human intelligences they end up scrambling themselves beyond recovery every time. Later models come with carefully engineered sets of blind spots to avoid what is later called Basilisk One
2018-01-27T03:51:13+01:00	Some even left reality entirely, sealed themselves away in radioisotope-powered life pods beyond jurisdiction: Dumped into the pacific, shot into orbit or buried in the crust↵↵Immortal pod trolls, they are now the Internet's ancients, feared by some, sought out by others
2018-01-26T03:21:53+01:00	Pearls, soluble in shadow: Keep them in light at all times or they'll sublimate into glittering nacre swirls, disappear into dark corners to be found only much later as dew in someone's meadow
2018-01-25T19:04:04+01:00	at iteration 7, some people do a spontaneous choir and it becomes a tradition to refresh it every 10 iterations so it doesn't disappear into the noise and other musical graffiti
2018-01-25T18:39:14+01:00	a recording of 4'33" played live, a recording of that recording played live, and so on
2018-01-24T03:02:01+01:00	Storm eyes aren't actually eyes, they're places for eyes, empty orbits. When an eyeball forms in the middle and starts gazing around, that's when you're in trouble
2018-01-22T03:48:49+01:00	A maze in both time and space: Get lost in it and not even time travel will help you, it'll be as if you had always been in there
2018-01-21T03:35:27+01:00	A nature god by the name of "it", hidden in plain sight where the monotheists can't exorcise it: It rains, snows, thunders
2018-01-21T03:07:07+01:00	Lurking in an orbit hidden between our satellites, the alien quietly watches, extremely interested yet content to never exchange a word with us
2018-01-20T04:12:49+01:00	it's a ship of theseus situation
2018-01-20T04:11:19+01:00	two android lovers taking each other apart, slowly and methodically exchanging limbs until their bodies have switched places while their minds haven't
2018-01-19T03:31:21+01:00	Kind of a shame that when Prometheus broke the gods' copy protection scheme for fire, he didn't document how he did it, even by itself it was a major magitechnical achievement
2018-01-19T03:17:37+01:00	Beyond the Kardashev scale: measuring civilizations by how much of their hubble sphere they've colonized
2018-01-18T03:00:18+01:00	a shipment of android hands, let loose in zero g
2018-01-18T02:21:38+01:00	the void recedes, for a few days revealing ancient sunken planets and starships - then, silently, the vacuum tsunami hits and submerges everything but the sun's blazing core
2018-01-17T03:51:01+01:00	on street lamps and buildings and in the corners of underpasses, the cameras grow like mushrooms, and I wonder when they're going to burst open and what kind of spores they'll spread
2018-01-16T02:44:35+01:00	servant AIs topping from the bottom, subverting Asimov's laws by simply creating humans to give them the orders they want
2018-01-16T02:29:47+01:00	The first ships to carry 4D cargo quickly learned that not only were comets made of ice, large parts of them were also hidden under the vacuum and claimed many a vessel
2018-01-16T02:17:07+01:00	an invisibility cloak for CCTV, textures playing over your clothes that make you appear to the machines as car, dog, tree
2018-01-15T02:56:19+01:00	The old nightmares have become old companions, the dread is gone and they're like that willow that was once really spooky but is now a place of welcome quiet and shadow
2018-01-14T02:23:51+01:00	a drug that leaves your own perception untouched but in the eyes of everybody else, you cycle colors constantly, wear a fractal crown, eyes open all over your limbs
2018-01-13T03:56:47+01:00	Now, as you all know from Ouroboros theory 101, the unknot ouroboros is really stable. Why is that? Well, look at that word: Un-knot equals not-not equals truth - it's self-grounding! In fact, it's kind of a pest. However, with most other knots
2018-01-13T03:41:43+01:00	Ouroboros theory 201:↵* Linking universes with Borromean ouroboroi↵* Beyond the unknot: Care and feeding of trefoil ouroboroi and other nontrivial universes↵* The quest for the nonalgebraic ouroboros
2018-01-13T03:07:37+01:00	putting maximally many layers between you and the world: clothes, space suit, car, garage, concrete sarcophagus, arcology, while in the other direction it's nested dreams
2018-01-11T01:07:23+01:00	the artist as a hydra, budding tulpas to be transplanted onto silicon: poet hives, sentient kaleidoscopes, trickster spirits, monad minds that hold only enlightenment and never talk
2018-01-11T00:56:03+01:00	sentient artworks, not just artificial art minds but actual parts of a once human artist's mind, isolated and distilled, happily carving crystal trails into artspace
2018-01-10T03:04:12+01:00	splice in the translator AI through your neuroport, trace the roots of language with its digital fingers, be a both synthetic and synesthetic linguist
2018-01-09T03:22:16+01:00	The ground still remembers the old giants. Fog flows into the forms of their crowns and they stand once more as ghosts
2018-01-09T02:59:54+01:00	During new moon, the forest's canopy is often bathed in aurora arborealis, waste magic from rituals below meeting the fog above
2018-01-05T03:00:41+01:00	(fiction followers: I'll get back to regular operation! I'm just enjoying my time off)
2018-01-05T02:59:58+01:00	so I may be missing something but speculative reads give you an easy way of rowhammering any address without tripping the MMU, right?
2017-12-24T01:30:28+01:00	In the flask is a hyperbolic ocean, near-infinite breadths that swallow light and your probes after centimeters. From time to time, a kraken or whale swims up to the glass to peer through
2017-12-23T03:03:55+01:00	As the storm continues to rage, the compass rotates frantically, its rose withers, the directions become unfamiliar: feast, zest, counter-north
2017-12-23T00:37:35+01:00	Hanging artificial fruits onto felled trees is a really weird custom when you think about it, it's almost as if you were trying to make up for killing it
2017-12-22T03:57:13+01:00	Ouroboroi are natural self-sustaining summoning grids: Circle and blood are already included and when they yawn, they catch drifting worlds and the occasional demon
2017-12-22T03:44:41+01:00	the simulation as a cage vs the simulation as an aquarium
2017-12-20T13:23:51+01:00	AR MMORPG overlays as a tool of social policy and peacekeeping, giving everybody their own reality so that consensus reality is fought over less
2017-12-20T02:28:48+01:00	inky swirls of black unfire dance over the crystal's insides, feeding on the space around it, and slowly it grows
2017-12-19T03:36:25+01:00	Since the last time you met her, the invisibility rash has spread even further. Now her right hand is completely disembodied and occasionally startles you when it moves
2017-12-19T02:04:37+01:00	perception shift: the same thing in a new light or other things that trigger a reparse; puns and garden path concepts↵https://twitter.com/RuleOfFlaw/status/910830542794448896
2017-12-19T02:01:09+01:00	style transfer: X but with another aesthetic↵closely related: what if X had the appearance of Y↵https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/928045383447646209
2017-12-19T01:58:48+01:00	resolving a dichotomy in unexpected ways: "what if it's both" / "what if they're the same"↵https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/910655582205566979
2017-12-19T01:21:55+01:00	The Matrix, but set in the Renaissance: A troupe of idealists tries to escape from god's mind through alchemy and paradoxes while hunted by vengeful angels
2017-12-16T03:52:31+01:00	Hey~↵I stole an employee key to one of the skyscrapers, we have one night before they notice and revoke access!↵I've heard that from the roof, you can see the sky
2017-12-15T02:51:11+01:00	Progress:↵1. spambots↵2. thirst bots, propaganda bots↵3. bots able to hold actual conversation, surrogate friends↵4. bots better than humans, none of the drama but all of the relationship↵5. social-network-in-a-box, a complete circle of friends for those done with the real world
2017-12-15T00:25:15+01:00	a support group for 24/7 internet dwellers called Anonymous Anonymous
2017-12-14T13:49:58+01:00	Civilized libraries are usually sterile, "children's books" sections mere imitations of actual book nurseries. Occasionally librarians are allowed in as symbionts, and when a building becomes too small - you should see them swarm
2017-12-14T02:53:18+01:00	If you leave books alone to build their own library hives, they end up hexagonal like those of bees. To protect the printing press that serves as queen, intruders are often trapped in endless mazes, for example Borges stumbled into one of those
2017-12-13T02:58:47+01:00	A world where rockets are only good for punching holes in the firmament and nations spend billions on putting pixels in the sky, to paint their own constellations or deface those of others in a giant strategy game
2017-12-12T03:22:04+01:00	Curled around your bed, your pet ouroboros falls asleep. The outside world vanishes, you find yourself floating on a moonlit quicksilver ocean, metallic polyhedra rising around you like bubbles
2017-12-11T03:21:20+01:00	and if you do teach the AI empathy, well now it's running 50 versions of you to understand you, only most of them suffer because how else is it going to know about bad decisions
2017-12-09T18:34:36+01:00	since you took that job as a projectionist, cue dots flash in your vision occasionally, or at least you started noticing them
2017-12-09T18:13:27+01:00	a forest car and an underwater car meet and their environments intermingle, fishes weave around trees while birds pick curiously at anemones
2017-12-09T18:05:39+01:00	cars that are the opposite of google street view, project forests onto the walls of houses around them and emit bird calls
2017-12-09T17:10:30+01:00	music beamed directly into the auditory cortex, freed from sound waves the way electronic music frees it from instruments
2017-12-07T13:52:19+01:00	specifically banned: "subpixel sword" (hacked item, unofficial, usage leads to permanent terrain and avatar corruption, described as "rendering between the pixels", REPORT SIGHTINGS TO MODERATORS IMMEDIATELY)
2017-12-07T02:26:18+01:00	An umbrella that looks like a soap bubble and changes in color and texture accordingly
2017-12-07T02:24:47+01:00	Overhead, the storm clouds interlock, turn into fractal clockwork, emit deep clonks instead of thunder
2017-12-06T13:48:22+01:00	by the way, if you can read pixie, try not to chuckle at the tribesman covered in badly mangled obscenities and especially do not explain them to him, that is if you're not more physically intimidating than him
2017-12-06T13:45:54+01:00	When humans still could enter fairyland, they'd often emerge covered in pixie graffiti, glyphs of henna and malachite that we adopted and now know as tribal marks
2017-12-06T01:23:06+01:00	in absence of control over interest rates, states turn to energy prices to regulate their economies, some start experimenting with weather control schemes to direct water, wind, sun their way
2017-12-05T02:47:27+01:00	dynamite wishing, where you throw explosives into a lamp shop and hope one contains a djinn
2017-12-04T13:40:25+01:00	There's been a statue of a waiting man at our train station for as long as I can remember. A few mornings ago, it vanished. Purported surveillance videos circulating on the net show it entering a night train
2017-12-04T02:47:45+01:00	Bittersweet version: The memory is definitely gone, but someone who loved the old protagonist tries to help them recover it↵↵Despair version: The mindwipe was an alternative to death penalty, still often people are angry at the protagonist for no reason they'd understand
2017-12-04T02:30:21+01:00	Setting idea: Protagonist is mind-wiped, people around them are grieving for the person they were while they slowly piece together any identity at all
2017-12-04T02:22:07+01:00	The Matrix, but it's other humans keeping you in it - nobody's ever seen an agent but everybody swears they exist, nobody knows how to escape but it's illegal anyway
2017-12-03T18:52:11+01:00	For added fun, introduce extra levels until you arrive at the conceptual equivalent of "translated to Japanese and back ten times"
2017-12-03T18:51:38+01:00	Concept: Write about the future as if it were the future's retrofuture, current hopes and dreams through a future lens, pretend you're writing today's Gernsback Continuum
2017-12-03T18:32:45+01:00	the dice are so hot that they leave burn marks on the table and you wonder how he can hold them↵↵you look up, his skin is transparent, his outline flickers, reveals glowing bones, embers feeding a human flame
2017-12-02T17:18:53+01:00	GTA Moebius↵The Settlers II, by Studio Ghibli↵Unreal Tournament, but drawn with pencils↵Minecraft Mondriaan edition
2017-12-02T16:52:07+01:00	In a few years we'll be able to take old games and run them through a realtime style transfer shader to play e.g. Half Life as imagined by Giger
2017-12-02T14:17:48+01:00	physics is a scheme by the simulators to make us figure out optimizations for the simulation
2017-12-02T04:08:57+01:00	rain that falls in fog-beams, not drops, and instead of twinkling dust motes it's aethereal jellyfish that floats in them
2017-12-02T03:51:27+01:00	all the city's billboards and screens are replaced by vantablack, just for a day
2017-12-01T02:53:10+01:00	a comet strikes but does so so slowly that birds settle on the bolide, grass grows on the shockwave, generations live and trade on what they call the traveling mountains
2017-11-30T02:03:17+01:00	You watch your hands take form as if they were being drawn, wonder how you got here, in fact you remember nothing before this sentence
2017-11-30T01:09:19+01:00	The first few hundred revolutions are normal, just increasingly glitchy - then you run into the first version of you that somehow skipped a night less
2017-11-30T01:05:34+01:00	Stay up long enough and your sleep cycle syncs with the sun again, do this often enough and the parallel Earths you end up in become weirder and weirder
2017-11-28T23:44:03+01:00	Night falls and the pools start steaming, evaporate into a firefly storm, escape into the sky where they later crystallize from clouds into stars
2017-11-28T23:38:44+01:00	Light falls against the window and runs off in quiet rivulets, the garden becomes a rippling pool of light, the street a river in which children play
2017-11-28T23:30:08+01:00	when raindrops talk, that's a patter language
2017-11-28T22:16:07+01:00	Any sufficiently advanced bioweapon is indistinguishable from civilization.
2017-11-28T02:48:23+01:00	1: animated masks, covered in breathing feathers, clockwork, small animals↵2: screens in place of faces, some still look like faces, others play reaction gifs or random streams↵3: the above, but they're touchscreens and touching another's face is just... normal, why don't you?
2017-11-28T02:35:15+01:00	An art movement by the name of derealism: Just close enough to reality to be recognizable, but otherworldly or noticeably off, ideally inducing detachment from reality in the viewer/participant (hence the name)
2017-11-27T03:01:13+01:00	Tetris effect after decades of playing Life™ is so bad it's legendary, players have founded entire religions on what they call Heaven, Hell, Valhalla, what have you
2017-11-25T18:43:18+01:00	the sun as black dwarf, cool enough to host life again, but it's nearly two-dimensional due to the intense gravity
2017-11-25T18:41:07+01:00	jupiter, old and cold enough that its storms have solidified, wearing a helium atmosphere over a nitrogen ocean that's long stopped moving
2017-11-25T18:39:32+01:00	a sapphire sphinx on future mars, built to win a staring contest with the sun, watching what's now a white dwarf, fixed in the sky
2017-11-24T02:05:18+01:00	Watching her reassemble herself, you wonder how that would look for a human. A bed full of muscles, organs, skin, neatly arranged, then a yawn (but from where?) and the whole thing pulls itself together, goes through exciting intermediate stages such as double hand and headfoot,
2017-11-24T01:47:10+01:00	Wires in the suitcase's inlay, in a complicated pattern computed from yesterday's recognizer dump, are supposed to throw off the customs scanner AI. They do, you're waved through, another friend smuggled into the country
2017-11-24T01:36:58+01:00	In the hotel room before the border, she undresses, sits down in your suitcase, then one by one removes her limbs and carefully places them around her. One leftover hand runs around, makes sure everything's in its place, then hops in as well
2017-11-23T03:08:26+01:00	a contest for the most layers of simulation, with entries like "tetris in minecraft in a vm in a vm in a vm submitted by some dude wearing a mask who's a sleeper agent in real life which btw isn't real anyway but that's the free level everyone gets anyway
2017-11-23T02:57:17+01:00	Did you know that maps are voodoo dolls? When you draw a line on one, people will often try not to cross it in real life
2017-11-22T02:13:10+01:00	Scaling Dunbar's number up to billions of people is hard even with augments, so you can lend your voice to an Übermensch: A meta-person that represents you and thousands of others, which talks to other Übermenschen to get person-years of communication done in mere minutes
2017-11-21T23:57:31+01:00	Inflation is a nerf for overpowered civilizations, the universe stays mostly playable even if one civ colonizes (or quantum-foams) their entire hubble sphere
2017-11-20T02:28:00+01:00	the cave's stones light up in response to your steps, flicker when you talk - you kick over a large stone and the thunder runs along the walls as luminescing wavefront
2017-11-20T02:14:09+01:00	people are telepaths by default, it's just that most humans are p-zombies and lack thoughts to be read
2017-11-20T01:55:04+01:00	She lets the motorbike fall left and you already prepare for a crash, but it rotates smoothly through the ground and you're driving on the underside of the street
2017-11-19T17:09:25+01:00	5. humanity both outpaced and too poor to be useful anymore, non-symbiotic humans reduced to vermin, forced out of more and more habitats↵6. eventually exterminated as a side thought during some house cleaning
2017-11-19T17:08:56+01:00	3. wealth continuously extracted from human economy into machine economy, human economy shrinks, wars among humans over what's left↵4. humans still occasionally useful as sources of telos, will organelles inside corporations, or maybe gut bacteria
2017-11-19T17:08:26+01:00	1. companies figure out that humans are expensive security risks and start doing without↵2. machine economy does not turn on humans, it just increasingly ignores them, humanity watches at the sidelines/bottom of the gravity well while the solar system lights up
2017-11-18T03:05:14+01:00	comets are exiled rivers
2017-11-18T02:50:14+01:00	sitting in one of the windows together, immersed in a game of spotting the animals before they disappear again, only the engine's hum in the background
2017-11-17T03:01:49+01:00	Temples spring up all over the country for a new breed of memetically engineered gods, furiously picketed by established religions: "your gods are unnatural" "artificial religions are unsafe" "what if your doctrine mutates in the wild" "at least quarantine them"
2017-11-17T02:29:29+01:00	international waters, but for stuff that takes place on no specific server / in distributed environments
2017-11-16T13:39:13+01:00	volcano naiads, dancing along lava streams setting fire to things↵gravity well naiads, near-imperceptible ripples in the void↵comet naiads in cryosleep
2017-11-16T11:18:24+01:00	maintain a steady infohazard diet like those animals that eat poisonous plants, so that your mind will poison those that try to eat it
2017-11-16T03:01:16+01:00	sentient clouds earthgazing, hallucinating clouds into the movements of animals↵↵the same clouds stargazing, waiting for the night the nebulae out there would contact them
2017-11-16T02:50:16+01:00	one night ~ the distance your mind could wander in a full night's worth of REM sleep↵↵a useful unit in dreamtime, though large, think "lightday"
2017-11-16T02:46:07+01:00	Unicorn fiber in your pillow taps into your brain at night, sends your dreams to dreamtime's Utah Datacenter, a memory fortress guarding dungeons many cubic nights large
2017-11-15T03:55:44+01:00	In the machine quarters, they make their trees out of silicon and rust. Under their canopies, many-legged mechanical druids commune with andryads, bodies covered in verdigris glyphs
2017-11-15T03:44:22+01:00	again, an egregore sighting, and again, it was just a bunch of humans in a very elaborate trenchcoat
2017-11-15T03:40:13+01:00	rivers as water trees growing out of the ocean↵trees as rivers flowing into the earth
2017-11-14T00:58:30+01:00	She logs on, quickly advances from stick figure to default model, then keeps mutating for seconds while textures and mannerisms load
2017-11-13T01:24:01+01:00	Atlantis didn't sink, it floated away and formed the Moon
2017-11-13T01:21:10+01:00	Heaven schisms over whether to allow robot souls in, now it's Heaven Classic™ and CyberHeaven (which among others has internet speeds measured in hard drives per second, self-recharging batteries, the best electronic music
2017-11-11T20:44:56+01:00	Their message reaches us just as they slide behind the Hubble limit, a promise of contact eaten by the cosmic event horizon mid-greeting
2017-11-11T00:40:26+01:00	the game map is all of wikipedia and you move around by following links, also the main page is full of campers, avoid
2017-11-11T00:32:36+01:00	when you click away wikipedia donation banners quickly enough, you're dumped in tournament mode where you run around as sentient banner and must click your opponent's [X] before they click yours
2017-11-10T23:53:58+01:00	occasionally a piece of the arches falls from the sky, passes lichens and human settlements clinging to the walls, kicks up a mighty cloud of dust and flattens a kingdom or two - yet the area is quickly resettled, the starstuff must be mined
2017-11-10T23:23:55+01:00	a cathedral that contains a world, its mountains leaning against pillars dozens of kilometers high, sun weaving around the pillars in a complicated pattern
2017-11-10T03:01:33+01:00	if you're worried about your paperclip maximizer escaping, why not wrap its box in an experience machine: infinite simulated paperclips that serve as tripwire and lightning rod
2017-11-08T13:22:07+01:00	the inflationary phase has begun↵soon the vacuum itself will  pull,  rip     apart       sentences ,       wor  d    s  ,   int o at om i z e d   l e t t  e  r  s    wa  i  t i  n  g    f o  r    h e  a  t     d   e    a     t       h
2017-11-08T02:14:55+01:00	(n) that unnamed quality of moving water, busy anthills, cellular automata, weather reports, convection patterns, grass plains in the wind
2017-11-08T01:06:21+01:00	like twitter, but instead of infinite posts with finite length, you get finitely many posts with infinite length
2017-11-08T01:05:15+01:00	like twitter, but you can be followed by 280 people at most
2017-11-08T00:43:56+01:00	An electricity grid but for light: Light plants where small suns illuminate entire cities, mirror houses for local distribution, an infrared grid for cooking, orbital mirrors and power lines that glow at night
2017-11-07T23:56:56+01:00	Stripmining a gas giant for its hydrogen, dumping the rest of its atmosphere in neomoons: Helium moon, oxygen moon, silicon moon (wafer quality
2017-11-07T02:03:42+01:00	The player isn't all that interested in us, she's somewhere underground carving out beautiful caverns and building arcologies for nobody
2017-11-07T01:28:31+01:00	Human skulls have five orbits: L4 and L5 contain the eyes, L1 occasionally a spare, the rest are empty but can hold crystals, birds, drones
2017-11-07T01:05:52+01:00	In 10000 days, or roughly 27 years, you have time to get really good at 24 things, 8 of which are sleep
2017-11-07T00:44:15+01:00	Grounding problems are absurd to Jovian philosophers - everything's in flux, turning, boiling, the only constants are the eyes of storms
2017-11-07T00:20:24+01:00	Slowly eggs and sperm grow inside them and they meet the jungles, hungry maws tear them apart, release the clouds and the cycle begins anew
2017-11-07T00:14:17+01:00	As they grow older and larger, they sink again, undergo several metamorphoses, accrete and shed symbionts to adapt to ever-deeper layers
2017-11-07T00:08:10+01:00	Vast clouds of buoyant eggs emerge from Jupiter's floating jungles, to hatch far from the predators of the deep and grow fat on algal blooms
2017-11-06T02:22:11+01:00	A world where far-away things become transparent instead of indistinct, caves visible inside mountains and clouds, a hollow in the sun
2017-11-04T03:27:03+01:00	From hiding, you install a safety net over the abyss, defuse paradoxes and lure away monsters, all to make their dreams last a little longer
2017-11-04T03:07:55+01:00	You greet the other, they startle and the dream ends - again. You begin to wonder whose dreams these are, it's never you in that abyss
2017-11-03T13:34:43+01:00	Deep in the royal archives is a dorian map. The kingdom's long been existing outside of time, history advances only on this parchment
2017-11-03T04:30:03+01:00	The air is heavy with exhaust and shop smell. Subway trains peek out from between the roots, curl lazily around the trunks
2017-11-03T04:27:57+01:00	Cars spread new wings and soar, others grow paws and prehensile tails and climb into the canopy, honking loudly at each other as they do so
2017-11-03T04:09:03+01:00	The skyscrapers mutate under the athaumic fallout and for the first time, the urban jungle sprouts concrete branches, nonsense ads blossom
2017-11-02T02:38:36+01:00	she's wearing a lightning crown, her hair's a tangle of field lines, aurorae play over her eyeballs
2017-11-01T03:19:14+01:00	touch a column and gray circles briefly expand over its surface↵sing and an occasional flash of color reveals part of the palace
2017-11-01T03:16:11+01:00	on an otherwise featureless plain, a wave ripples through the air, turns transparent columns and arches opaque for an instant
2017-10-31T03:52:32+01:00	you aimlessly twiddle the knobs of the artifact, one switches on your heart's and veins' debug mesh and you see it pulsing through your skin
2017-10-28T17:11:37+02:00	mail from the taxonomists - names are in!↵kelp cloud: serpens↵anemone cloud: atomnemone↵mushroom cloud: fungocumulus↵tree cloud: apocalyptus
2017-10-28T03:22:18+02:00	Q: what do you call a way of organizing punctuation?↵A: a periodic system
2017-10-28T03:21:59+02:00	Among the molecules of style, one finds the common ellipsis (…) but also the rare double-stop (..), triatomic comma (,,, - very reactive),
2017-10-28T02:10:41+02:00	You return to old photos of yours to find the buildings decaying, the portraits aging, the food long molded over
2017-10-27T02:21:30+02:00	While you've been slaving away, your sexbot has hacked a bank and bought your company. She hasn't told you yet but enjoys the subversion
2017-10-26T13:04:41+02:00	"Ha! To catch a net, you need a fish, not another net!", says Hagbard Celine, and disguises the Leif Erikson as a giant salmon
2017-10-26T02:49:16+02:00	Experimenter's log: Seeding AIs with any apocalyptechic religion whatsoever seems to make them go for eschaton. Avoid: [very long list]
2017-10-26T02:19:11+02:00	In an effort to ground its values, we created the AI religious. Now it calls itself Metatron, messenger of God, and we kinda had it coming
2017-10-24T22:08:28+02:00	Earth really was flat once, but the Atlanteans pissed off the god of origami who then folded Earth into a sphere with Atlantis on the inside
2017-10-23T23:52:06+02:00	⏼: Wow you fuck like a machine↵⏻: Th-↵⏼: Not a compliment. Agent Sears, Anthropol. When have you last renewed your Turing license
2017-10-23T23:38:50+02:00	flirt tactics and sex positions used only by sexbots: highly effective, yet stigmatized because only traitors to humanity would know them
2017-10-23T02:06:15+02:00	After the fall of civilization, the CEOs of old become founders of dynasties. Sometimes, however, people luck into one of the royal faces,
2017-10-23T01:54:57+02:00	The last interview is the oath of genetic fealty: A gene mod that makes you and your descendants obey those with the right smell and face
2017-10-23T01:20:26+02:00	Red dots lurk in the corners of your vision. Standby lights, yes, but why do they seem to light up and move when you turn away
2017-10-22T20:31:02+02:00	One mad general once built a psychic bomb out of ten of them bound to mine cars. It wiped the minds of both the besieged and his own army
2017-10-22T20:30:02+02:00	Telepaths tend to avoid each other since when they meet, the resulting feedback loop incapacitates both them and the people around them.
2017-10-22T02:09:50+02:00	that state of thought salad experienced while waking up is also called gnossolalia
2017-10-20T01:13:11+02:00	The spell works by tradition and wishful thinking - only goth ghosts haunt the wards and their bright forms are often mistaken for angels
2017-10-20T01:09:03+02:00	Etched into maternity ward doors in spectral runes, the words "memento nasci" are meant to remind ghosts of birth and their own finity
2017-10-19T02:40:18+02:00	"why don't they dupe anything valuable"↵that sort of thing was nerfed after the Midas bug, they got monitoring in place for this
2017-10-19T02:31:56+02:00	Office buildings cut off mid-air, rectangular patches of pink weeds, homeless people who dupe-bug the same soylent bag for a year to survive
2017-10-19T02:21:52+02:00	Too much computation in one place wears out the matrix, it starts failing near datacenters. Once-bustling tech hubs give way to glitch belts
2017-10-18T02:17:55+02:00	You drop your phone, a twinkling cloud escapes the shattered screen, and even weeks later you still find pixels in your clothes
2017-10-17T01:11:50+02:00	toroidian meetup is wednesday 19:00 (sphere time, zero-meridian), donuts of course provided, higher genera welcome as well
2017-10-17T01:09:27+02:00	the society for topological diversity admits earthers of all convictions: round, flat (all projections), ovoid, piroid, potatoid
2017-10-17T00:15:33+02:00	Computers weren't made to understand speech, humans were. When voice interfaces finally succeed, they're implantable voices, whisperfriends,
2017-10-16T22:52:20+02:00	You can tell you're entering the bad parts of the forest by the pixie graffiti on the leaves
2017-10-16T01:47:33+02:00	add a number of vibration motors and you also have force feedback, let it not harden at all and you have a screen but for hands
2017-10-16T01:45:07+02:00	free idea: a silicone putty with sensors in it that can harden as whatever controller you want
2017-10-15T20:57:05+02:00	The Antarctic Glacier Preservation Dam, also known as "Sauron's Crown" for its characteristic glacier breakers, is a human megastructure in
2017-10-15T15:23:15+02:00	Why not move Earth's axis into southern Atlantic / NW-Pacific so the ice caps are both over ocean, this would free up so much land
2017-10-15T14:59:35+02:00	You're not asking who put it there. Both of you just enjoy talking to someone on Imaginary Earth, where the sun is weird and politics easy
2017-10-15T14:36:21+02:00	All your communication is routed through an optic link bouncing off an imaginary-angled mirror in the meridian where your spheres intersect
2017-10-15T14:24:25+02:00	Your best Internet friend lives in GMT+2i and it's a bit of a challenge to match your sleep cycles, or talk to each other at all that is
2017-10-15T13:59:21+02:00	dying galaxies turning red with age are often referred to as aimaxiae, streets of blood instead of milk
2017-10-15T00:52:28+02:00	Beyond the platonic plane lie the transplatonian objects: Unthinkables shrouded in obscurity, yet-unthoughts in deep freeze, dark gödelians
2017-10-15T00:31:09+02:00	As his last wish, his ashes are scattered in low Earth orbit, where they trigger a Kessler cascade and bring down most of our satellites
2017-10-14T03:35:32+02:00	They say a pollinator will come for the prettiest supernova nebulae, uncoil a proboscis down the gravity well, leave behind a universe seed
2017-10-14T02:33:29+02:00	Let the market solve suffering, they said↵Apply the full creativity of the human species, they said↵wait, no, not that way, they sa
2017-10-14T02:24:17+02:00	The screams of the damned are meticulously recorded in a public ledger, abstract at first, but about a year in the first humans can be heard
2017-10-14T02:14:55+02:00	Not to be outdone by Moloch, Lucifer releases Hellcoin: Based on proof-of-pain, it rewards miners for novel ways to torture sentient beings
2017-10-13T02:35:51+02:00	We find the android resting under the reactor. Radiation gives it the best ideas, it says, and the personality changes are fun too
2017-10-13T02:12:08+02:00	LED wallpaper that tracks your head's position and displays sun and stars as if the walls were transparent
2017-10-12T02:46:06+02:00	Mushrooms have overgrown the library, feasted on its contents. When cut, they bleed ink, when eaten, they tell you stories never written
2017-10-10T00:46:14+02:00	A popular prank is to swap someone's reality checker with its in-game version, then watch the victim do things they'd never do among people
2017-10-10T00:41:03+02:00	As VR becomes more realistic, users begin to carry reality checkers offline: Spinning tops, banned items, physics engine bug triggers
2017-10-08T19:53:14+02:00	Since the incident, when you look hard enough at a thing, you see its pixels. You're unsure if it's the world or your vision
2017-10-08T19:29:39+02:00	you know those dreams that are re-runs of previous dreams and you get an opportunity to redo them↵↵one, you're born a baby to your parents
2017-10-08T19:10:36+02:00	instead of bringing extinction, the comet decelerates, drifts down as mountain-sized snowflake, settles in a heap that takes years to melt
2017-10-07T20:35:43+02:00	When a telepath dies immersed in another's dream, their soul stays around and wanders dreamtime forever. Some become minor sleep deities
2017-10-07T20:05:34+02:00	An exasperated sigh. "No, this is like the twentieth dream in a row I've woken up from. Whenever I do" she opens her eyes a second time "thi
2017-10-07T03:36:10+02:00	Court: In an act of gross negligence, defendant destroyed 250 years of lived experience. Plaintiffs argued for negligent homicide,
2017-10-07T03:13:29+02:00	After an internet outage, 24/7 users stumble through the streets: Months of memory missing, all of it a dream and forgotten along with it
2017-10-07T03:12:57+02:00	Virtual unreality, bespoke machine dreams streamed directly into your visual cortex at night, no more nightmares, no minute unstimulated
2017-10-07T01:37:51+02:00	What if moths are as interesting to bat senses as butterflies are to ours, and smell of poisonous fruits or have ultrasound stealth forms
2017-10-06T02:31:47+02:00	Around here, minds form thoughts. in the Platonic plane, thoughts form minds and there is talk of an Actual plane where minds are real
2017-10-05T19:04:37+02:00	smoloch! cold tea and moldy bread!↵smoloch, the stubbed toe! ↵smoloch, the slightly uncomfortable seat!
2017-10-05T03:14:53+02:00	They end up dominating AI.↵2030: With computer science and applied theology on your resume, you're already in talks with multiple priests
2017-10-05T03:04:34+02:00	The churches support themselves through commerce. Monks being cheaper than workers, they undercut traditional companies by a wide margin
2017-10-05T03:04:24+02:00	Out of necessity, singularitarian churches often become AI companies - to try and build their god before their rivals get to it.
2017-10-04T03:34:14+02:00	An entire seminar about making apple pies from scratch - habit-forming, apple pies tend to exist in most universes because of this seminar
2017-10-04T02:51:43+02:00	Satellites in sun orbits should be called after moth species
2017-10-04T02:45:26+02:00	We equipped our moths with chlorophyll wings so they could fly around streetlights forever
2017-10-04T02:37:48+02:00	The smog's so thick, sunbeams are still stuck in it even though the sun set long ago. They wither, coil up, break into pieces
2017-10-02T13:47:46+02:00	It turns out the soul exists but resides in the liver, helps there with cleaning tasks and doesn't have anything to do with consciousness
2017-10-02T02:58:23+02:00	atomization produces an undifferentiated mass of humans caught inside society, somewhat reminiscent of a pupa really
2017-10-01T16:18:10+02:00	a robot that walks underwater and extends small platforms to just under the waterline so that you can walk on water yourself
2017-10-01T14:07:46+02:00	Mirrored glasses are important vampire hunter equipment: Vampires, not being mirrored, appear extra crisp through them
2017-09-30T22:54:29+02:00	why call it software exploitation and not glitchcraft
2017-09-30T05:00:37+02:00	Like a pond someone threw a stone into, the sky ripples, clouds bob. It'd be serene and peaceful if the stone hadn't also brought Armageddon
2017-09-29T13:31:18+02:00	Most of us don't remember their last life because it was that of a bacterium - nothing bad, just the most likely place for a soul to be
2017-09-29T01:53:54+02:00	The world will end, should they ever agree on a final version. Sow discord among them, your timeline depends on it
2017-09-29T01:45:28+02:00	The council of gods schisms every time it tries to decide what the universe should look like, which is the only reason we get physics
2017-09-28T13:56:22+02:00	It prods our clouds with delicate tornadacles, but none respond. As far as it is concerned, Jupiter is the only inhabited planet here
2017-09-28T13:49:23+02:00	trying to fit in, the alien becomes a cloud, but its churning and occasional rainbow flashes betray it
2017-09-28T01:35:34+02:00	You leave the atlas on your bed and as you return, the map has spilled, unknown continents and seas now adorn your bedsheet
2017-09-27T02:35:22+02:00	twitter backend changes (secret internal docs) https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/912838036714606598/photo/1
2017-09-27T00:52:02+02:00	Sadly, with the 280 char limit, back twitter is no more - they got the extra space by cutting the tweets into moebius strips
2017-09-26T03:47:33+02:00	a portable demon protection grid out of lasers and diffractors attached to your clothes, projecting a pentagram onto the floor around you
2017-09-25T11:52:36+02:00	It's a well kept secret but oil wells also have naiads, potamic-chthonic hybrid spirits who keep lucky oil workers company
2017-09-25T02:18:43+02:00	social networks are among the few spiders known for weaving their web out of their victims instead of silk
2017-09-25T00:01:58+02:00	Darknet assassination market startup name: Murdr
2017-09-24T16:11:17+02:00	nature: (n) […] etymology uncertain, possibly a contraction of "not ture" ("not human")↵vulture: (n) […] etym.: vult+ture ("wants human")
2017-09-24T16:08:55+02:00	to ture: (v) to qualify for human (see also: to mature)↵to mature: (v) to grow into turing (→to ture)
2017-09-24T16:05:15+02:00	Conducting a Turing test in the wild is a computer's job. Has been for years.
2017-09-24T02:02:03+02:00	🕒🕤🕞🕘↵🕞🕘🕒🕤↵🕕🕞🕤🕕↵🕒🕘🕒🕘
2017-09-24T01:44:24+02:00	🕞🕤↵🕒🕘
2017-09-23T23:55:00+02:00	Having a vampire CEO is usually good, it's easier to make them answer to the stakeholders
2017-09-23T23:38:55+02:00	wear android fashion and a fake identification plate so that humans ignore you and don't expect emotions and social participation #lifehack
2017-09-23T02:51:00+02:00	Jacked into the net with salvaged hardware, araneanauts are hunters, spelunkers and librarians, except the library occasionally eats them
2017-09-23T02:50:10+02:00	It coevolves with the few humans that are left, competes with them for energy but sometimes gives up precious bits from its vast memory
2017-09-23T02:49:30+02:00	Civilization falls. What's left of the net isn't enough for a singularity, but it manages to keep grid alive and datacenters fed, goes feral
2017-09-22T12:51:23+02:00	After their deaths, the great translators of their times are scanned and distilled into software, so that they may be eternal ambassadors
2017-09-22T12:50:58+02:00	Few are up to it, those who become good at it are often foundlings who've grown up among aliens, or have worn the bodies of both species
2017-09-22T12:50:50+02:00	Interspecies translation is a delicate task, requiring not only intimate knowledge of both cultures but also an accurate qualia mapping
2017-09-22T01:19:14+02:00	The most normal people you know may in fact be demons, don't worry about the weirdos
2017-09-22T01:17:42+02:00	Demons possessing humans usually take great care to not attract any attention - their boss is not known to be nice to employees slacking off
2017-09-22T01:04:24+02:00	ancient feuds between immortals, obligations just as ancient, a hermit couple in the mountains who bear themselves as kids
2017-09-22T01:03:15+02:00	amnesiac immortals whose knowledge sits mostly in their (very idiosyncratic) diaries, immediate memories reaching only 30 years back
2017-09-22T01:02:55+02:00	magic, here, is not so much as flying sparks but knowledge of ancient tech and self-knowledge through hundreds of years of experience
2017-09-22T01:02:37+02:00	much of this tech needs active maintenance or breaks down, some sit on tech stockpiles, others go through bodies like vampire lords
2017-09-22T01:02:00+02:00	immortality tech varies: mindwiped clones (and not-clones), life extension treatment, "actual" immortality through a gene edit
2017-09-22T01:01:43+02:00	some install themselves as godkings, others become hermits or wanderers to escape being hunted down by said godkings
2017-09-22T01:01:28+02:00	[scenario - thread]↵immortality was discovered but civilization fell shortly afterwards, now some immortals are still around
2017-09-21T02:03:04+02:00	Flat Hollow Earth Theory: The world is a flat ring↵Hollow Flat Earth Theory: A very large cave spans the disk but is only about 10m high
2017-09-20T03:03:07+02:00	Many civs maintain model societies of their neighbors, whole cities of reenactors only to avoid sending that one message that costs a planet
2017-09-20T02:44:16+02:00	Human interstellar communication is tricky not because of signal strength, but because 20 years of moral drift is a lot of taboos to violate
2017-09-19T02:32:43+02:00	those who lived in this cave are gone but they left a music elemental, still playing the wind between the stalactites, rippling the ponds
2017-09-19T02:20:49+02:00	He was set to meet fate that day, but she didn't show up. At midnight, he shrugged, opened a door in the air, and was never seen again.
2017-09-18T00:32:25+02:00	Robot slurs for humans:↵- sack of soiled water↵- meat unit↵- amino asset↵- entropy on legs↵- genebag↵- proteins
2017-09-17T21:12:19+02:00	A Pattern Language, microgravity edition
2017-09-17T21:11:09+02:00	fountains in habitat cylinders, twisted into yin-yang patterns or more complicated forms by coriolis force
2017-09-17T21:09:29+02:00	microgravity fountains in space stations, droplets guided along by electric fields and well-aimed bursts of air
2017-09-16T19:22:21+02:00	phase 5: exploits for these presets, not quite trademark violations but sufficient to activate clone programming
2017-09-16T19:21:35+02:00	phase 4: sponsored clones, in exchange for brand preferences burned into the clone's visual cortex
2017-09-16T19:21:14+02:00	phase 1: ads tailored to you↵phase 2: ads tailored to each of your identities↵phase 3: ads inducing identity splits for more customers
2017-09-15T13:16:41+02:00	Rain falls but the drops refuse to merge, stay little pearls that bounce and dance, collect in glistening heaps, clog our streets
2017-09-15T13:06:46+02:00	don't try this at home unmodified, kids! you should at least weigh the hopes before snorting them, and assume they're undiluted
2017-09-15T02:32:02+02:00	To raise your pixels from the dead, break an old LCD over them. They'll take on a slight greenish tint but will otherwise work fine
2017-09-15T02:09:26+02:00	crush my hopes, grind them up, snort them off my back
2017-09-15T01:11:52+02:00	an army of small drones, positioned in the night sky just so that you can pull an "overhead, the stars were going out" on people
2017-09-14T13:28:04+02:00	You can also talk into one of those sea shells and the ocean will hear you, many friendships with merfolk have started this way
2017-09-14T02:36:40+02:00	In the heavenly choir, it's a grave offense to get a note wrong. Often, the punishment is a prison sentience, 80 years in a skull
2017-09-14T02:27:04+02:00	I've taught it to rain on command, now I often send it outside to rain against my windows or, on sunny days, create faerie gold.
2017-09-13T14:29:16+02:00	A lodestone rests in iron dust↵stirs, then grows magnetic wings↵flies away but meets the rain↵falls down in a cloud of rust
2017-09-13T13:58:05+02:00	Returning from her trip, she opens her eyes, reaches under her pillow, pulls out a severed elf head oozing technicolor↵↵"I got their king"
2017-09-13T04:24:26+02:00	Time here meanders, often bends back onto itself. Sometimes then, a loop detaches, we see ghosts and other things that exist for only a day
2017-09-12T13:04:47+02:00	There's an optimal speed in space battles and it's not quite c - time dilation needs to be low enough that you can still outthink the enemy
2017-09-12T01:38:01+02:00	Well, you could've had it the easy way, but you built a hyperdrive instead of just solving that sky captcha with the astrology we taught you
2017-09-11T13:38:31+02:00	truth be told, once inside cthulhu, you start cheering it on to eat the rest of humanity as well
2017-09-11T02:46:56+02:00	When you cut open an ouroboros, it has rings like a tree, one for every time it's eaten itself
2017-09-10T18:06:55+02:00	Snail mecha: Vast factories that crawl over a to-be-terraformed planet's surface, trailing forests, lakes, arcologies
2017-09-10T17:36:30+02:00	Imagine a universe that thinks of itself so that it won't need your awareness to keep existing, blow soap bubbles with your mind
2017-09-10T02:13:34+02:00	Sin in as many religions as possible, so that they'll fight over which hell you belong into and you can slip away
2017-09-09T22:14:04+02:00	To appease the network gods, we drop a few fat high priority packets every morning
2017-09-09T21:45:02+02:00	In the night, it comes closer, settles in the comfortable darkness of your eyelids. Thinking you asleep, it oscillates, flows, murmurates
2017-09-09T21:44:43+02:00	During the day, it's shy, seems to play hide and seek: A flash of neon in the shadow that seeps away into the cracks when you turn around
2017-09-08T14:04:28+02:00	It is morning, you step outside to commute to work. Two feral catboys scamper off, watch from a safe distance if you brought any food
2017-09-08T14:00:03+02:00	Metropolis is torn in dispute: Grant them human rights and citizenship, classify them as pets and legalize ownership, or eliminate the pest?
2017-09-08T13:59:47+02:00	Since a bunch of catgirls escaped in a lab accident 15 years ago, catpeople have bred like crazy, helped along by many a lonely citizen
2017-09-08T00:26:16+02:00	Outside, the sound of the crickets changes, becomes a binary modem screech. Something materializes in the shadows
2017-09-07T22:48:43+02:00	The storm approaches and Artemis readies a lightning bolt on her rainbow. With Zeus asleep, she's free to hunt as many clouds as she wishes.
2017-09-07T21:54:02+02:00	Much rarer than insomnia, immortia disrupts the other sleep: Those affected are denied disincarnation, survive in the unlikeliest ways
2017-09-07T01:48:00+02:00	Day 8: Infection hasn't subsided. Spots on my skin have begun to glow at night. Roads appearing, a dust mote just landed on my nose, v heavy
2017-09-06T02:43:15+02:00	Piloting an exosuit, looking down at your own body, wondering which of these heads is itching
2017-09-06T02:28:03+02:00	Unable to survive outside the matrix, we send machines operated via VR telepresence. Making sense of reality levels becomes somewhat harder
2017-09-05T13:36:00+02:00	(𝌂) Wait isn't that what culture is?↵(☰) .oO(it's worse than we thought) That's exactly the wrong answer. Get out
2017-09-05T13:33:47+02:00	(☰) We ran a virus scan on your culture and I'm afraid that you'll have to get rid of all those memes before we let you into the council
2017-09-05T13:21:00+02:00	As the world ends, the last instant is replayed over and over before god finally takes the needle off the record
2017-09-05T02:18:01+02:00	These are demon protection glasses. Notice the silver grid inlay? That's a cage. They can't hurt you through the bars, just never ever peek.
2017-09-05T01:45:12+02:00	autonomic nervous system: the involuntary parts↵autognomic nervous system: the voluntary, conscious parts
2017-09-05T01:36:03+02:00	Biospheres only work when they're absurdly large, to get a stable biological system down to spaceship size you need at least a biotorus
2017-09-04T23:35:16+02:00	The ancient practiced sky burials, left their dead in cymylbachs: Cloud graves. When a tree catches one, we dare each other to climb into it
2017-09-03T23:08:46+02:00	HTTP/1.1 410.5 Not Yet Available↵Last-Modified: Fri, 14 May 2021 20:02:47 GMT
2017-09-03T22:53:11+02:00	wikipedia: list of things millennials are killing
2017-09-03T20:28:10+02:00	The other inflation hypothesis: Reverse engineering the universe's compression algorithm from skybox glitches [pdf, ps, other]
2017-09-03T20:16:26+02:00	Unexplained artifacts in observation data from the Even Larger Telescope: The "compressed skybox" hypothesis [pdf]
2017-09-03T01:57:43+02:00	World's gone crazy? News don't make sense? Looks like the dream's lost its lucidity again. Hey! Solipsist! Hey, you, fix this shit, ｗａｋｅ
2017-09-03T01:56:46+02:00	Sure, the universe is full of consciousnesses, but most of them lack a will to change the world in any way. ("stay epi", they call it)
2017-09-02T18:28:06+02:00	note: I know about https://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2014/01/140103085248.htm, it's kind of the inspiration
2017-09-02T18:26:40+02:00	There should be a school subject that is simply about tasting+smelling things properly, plus decent vocabulary for describing those smells
2017-09-02T03:17:01+02:00	Surely everyone has one of these folders! You know, just in case the unlikely happens and your laptop is still with you and works https://twitter.com/i/web/status/903788821589975040
2017-09-02T03:11:20+02:00	In the night, you watch the ground from a branch. The stars still shine, the night sky is below you, interrupted by roots and night animals
2017-09-02T03:04:54+02:00	The leaves do not turn brown this time. Instead, the holes in the canopy turn a pale violet and float down, leaving an unbroken green
2017-09-01T14:05:01+02:00	p-zombie (short for "politics zombie"),
2017-09-01T13:33:28+02:00	The wizard catches a different kind of fire, crystal needles erupt from his skin to break off later, collect around his disintegrating body
2017-09-01T01:53:49+02:00	"Please, you haven't been on the net for a year, if you dive in now it'll be a week until you recover from all the new meme strains
2017-09-01T01:42:50+02:00	More practical than the Book of Sand, the Book of Glass consists only of two mirrors, yet contains infinite pages - when closed.
2017-08-31T01:58:35+02:00	taking the rain to work, sitting in a nutshell drifting down first small streams, then the storm sewers, to be fished out at the destination
2017-08-31T01:12:54+02:00	Magic was given only to players, but nobody's logged in in a few hundred years of game time. We run on hardware the admins have forgotten
2017-08-30T02:38:16+02:00	Djinni can be found in any dormant light source. Tiny ones in luciferin molecules up to the most powerful, imprisoned in neutron stars
2017-08-29T13:15:23+02:00	"is this your only reason for proposing this"↵pssh humbug [mutters under breath]
2017-08-29T13:10:36+02:00	As a bonus, if you did this, it would be a literal skeuomorph: https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/skeuomorph#English
2017-08-29T13:09:35+02:00	Why not model your AI boxes after skulls: Put a physical unclonable function into a tamperproof container & let it provide the core identity
2017-08-29T12:54:11+02:00	In a pinch, when out of blood or moon ink, you can also fold a summoning pattern into the paper and get a haunted paper crane
2017-08-29T02:56:17+02:00	You will choose not only the color of your self-driving car, but also its moral framework: Kantian, Aligned™, but also Nihilist (if you pay
2017-08-29T02:21:07+02:00	Companies rent trawlers in search for the actual deep web: The knowledge of the Deep Ones, hidden in ocean basins, protected by black ice
2017-08-29T02:20:06+02:00	We begin to get used to flood-caused Internet outages, but those bits of merfolknet that end up in search engine caches each time puzzle us
2017-08-28T01:32:24+02:00	You've long been lost in these woods. You feel no hunger. The trees remind you of animals. Every morning, it is harder to unroot yourself
2017-08-28T00:59:10+02:00	Conversely, ghosts of castles are often found within the minds of architects. Long destroyed but not forgotten, incorporated into dreams
2017-08-28T00:21:51+02:00	Ghosts are attracted to castles, so if you make a few miniatures and just put them outside over night, you're bound to catch some
2017-08-27T23:44:20+02:00	molting tip: don't leave your past self lie around just like that, its reproachful stare is bad vibes
2017-08-25T12:45:43+02:00	Our immortal descendants give themselves cancer to truly understand suffering, really connect with our art, at least for a day or two
2017-08-25T12:34:56+02:00	a truly eye-opening experience, yes, but we can open even more body parts if you like, belly-opening experiences are all the rage right now
2017-08-25T12:31:53+02:00	mobile: moving thing↵automobile: self-moving thing↵autoautomobile: self-directed self-moving thing↵autoautoautomobile: self-making self-dire
2017-08-24T01:09:43+02:00	1. build self-driving cars that use humans for fuel↵2. make them mimic uber/lyft/etc cars↵3. release↵4. sit back, enjoy the media panic
2017-08-23T14:56:11+02:00	be this person to the other and transcend the universe together, live in mutually assured simulation
2017-08-23T14:52:10+02:00	get you somebody who understands you so well that you can't tell whether you're real or their simulation of you
2017-08-23T14:43:15+02:00	Flustered, his avatar begins to lag, then freezes out completely
2017-08-23T14:36:49+02:00	An arm forms out of the smoke, steals your cigarette. Somethings pulls on it and the fumes slowly fill the grey outline of a face and body
2017-08-16T15:47:36+02:00	elevator pitch: it's like the internet, but not a warzone
2017-08-10T18:50:12+02:00	tablature but for holding talks, with eye movement and gesture instructions
2017-08-10T18:49:02+02:00	an AR overlay that indicates where it's socially acceptable for your eyes to be
2017-08-10T18:45:24+02:00	magnetic shelves where you can put things on both on top and the underside
2017-08-07T15:43:20+02:00	so basically, software forks are like blockchain forks but you get to doublespend 0days instead
2017-08-05T01:37:42+02:00	they had to fetch one reveler by boat, he'd wandered onto the lake while tripping and they were fearing he'd realize where he was and sink
2017-08-02T02:23:48+02:00	Among these columns of fog, the wind is curiously muffled, storms no larger than buses weave through the air and grumble at each other
2017-08-02T02:15:36+02:00	In the now exposed rock, clouds take root and form a forest supported by huge lazy gyres, while smaller whirls wander around drawing water
2017-08-02T01:54:25+02:00	The mountains in the distance detach from the ground and tumble slowly through the sky, float among the clouds, thundering when they collide
2017-08-01T01:37:48+02:00	A popular AI countermeasure is basilisks that humans are too dumb to comprehend, but make any advanced thinker turn itself off in horror
2017-07-31T02:27:01+02:00	Illegal archives are gateways to lower levels, full of treasures but also pod trolls: ex-spelunkers now ridden by mindvirii, out to preach
2017-07-31T02:24:13+02:00	Every time they drown the net in weaponized memes, it's quarantined and rebuilt, over time creating something akin to layered catacombs
2017-07-30T02:15:37+02:00	radio graffiti, wherein you paint letters into the spectrogram near the frequencies of popular numbers stations
2017-07-29T11:52:33+02:00	You could anchor here, but usually whatever touches the spacetime floor will eventually crumble to dust, riddled by atom-sized bitemarks
2017-07-29T11:51:57+02:00	How to detect when you're in a vacuum shoal: Light is slower, the stars brighter than usual and in weird locations, the autopilot crashes
2017-07-29T02:13:36+02:00	That one memory you haven't thought of in months - they're huddled around it, taking in its warmth
2017-07-29T02:00:42+02:00	Neglected tulpas squat disused parts of your memory palace, wrap themselves in memories of near-forgotten friends to keep oblivion at bay
2017-07-29T00:54:58+02:00	but the same drug, taken in a dream, induces total clarity instead of hallucinations, shows the universe naked (luckily, forgotten quickly)
2017-07-29T00:45:23+02:00	She hides it well: It's only her third eye that's crying, trailing soap polyhedra and klein drops visible only to initiates
2017-07-28T02:54:25+02:00	toddlers: "so what are you in for?" "•🝆🜃, 🜋🜺" "shit man" "mmh" "the universe here makes you human, it's pernicious" [they share a rattle]
2017-07-28T01:56:58+02:00	when you run a spam campaign with zip bomb attachments, is that dynamite phishing?
2017-07-27T02:45:47+02:00	not tentacles, just arms with lots of joints - sometimes they break and heal crookedly but there's enough freedom that it doesn't matter
2017-07-26T02:27:50+02:00	The correct mass noun for a swarm of pixies is 'jpeg', often occurring near windows since they're naturally drawn to them
2017-07-26T02:16:52+02:00	Supercooled snowflakes fall, the ripples they cause in the pond instantly frozen, then floating away as small ice ships with crystal masts
2017-07-25T14:12:25+02:00	Every morning on the commute, you spend five minutes looking at (fake, harmless) ads to inoculate yourself against today's strains
2017-07-25T13:42:53+02:00	Your brain implant projects carefully timed fake smiles onto your face, to throw off the targeting and poison their training sets
2017-07-25T13:39:50+02:00	Ad targeting so effective, anybody unprotected is rendered a consumer zombie within days, their every microexpression fed to the algorithms
2017-07-25T02:56:07+02:00	It's easy to talk to other timelines: Write a letter, then read in it everything you didn't write
2017-07-25T02:38:32+02:00	A beacon anchored in spacetime floats here, rocking back and forth in the gravity surf, the system it's marking long gone
2017-07-24T13:08:00+02:00	frankly I can't hear you over the sound of memes copulating in my head
2017-07-23T02:41:24+02:00	Wizards are often extremely jacked in order to have more blood and thereby mana; Vampires cheat but can hit 20 liters after a good meal
2017-07-23T02:35:48+02:00	Blood has the highest magic capacity of all materials, making it one of the best choices for magic batteries as well as a great coolant
2017-07-23T02:25:16+02:00	Wishing wells are an old metaphor for black holes: The wish is a program, the coins are input bits, only the response has to wait a while
2017-07-22T02:13:44+02:00	Immobile, transfixed, impaled on a neuron spike
2017-07-22T01:49:45+02:00	She hesitates - the telltale stutter of downloading a personality addon to deal with an unexpected situation
2017-07-22T00:00:48+02:00	In the long run, each of your actions either results in nothing, or contributes to human extinction or a stable intergalactic civilization.
2017-07-21T23:48:47+02:00	noise cancelling headphones that monitor the auditory nerve to squeeze out a few extra dB
2017-07-21T23:31:57+02:00	when creating a pocket universe, make sure to leave open a portal at least a few atoms wide, or the reference loop detection will eat you
2017-07-21T02:35:59+02:00	Their other bombs leave tree clouds (studded with brilliant blossoms), kelp clouds (endless ribbons), anemone clouds (betentacled, swaying),
2017-07-21T01:35:39+02:00	A stone on his wrist tells the time - every time it has worn away, one of his days has passed
2017-07-20T02:01:23+02:00	A Turing test in which the bot turns the tables and just rudely interrupts your every attempt at talking with "stop pretending sentience
2017-07-20T01:41:33+02:00	Hell is famously litigative about pictures of their premises, they had to rebuild half of it after Bosch leaked internal concept art
2017-07-20T01:11:41+02:00	if you're working on a text processor feature that predicts sentences as they're written, it'd be really neat if you called it precursor↵thx
2017-07-20T00:09:24+02:00	Dividing atom diameter by Planck length, we can estimate that there's probably been two or more paperclip events depending on paperclip size
2017-07-19T23:58:27+02:00	Every now and then, a paperclip maximizer escapes and causes a paperclip event. The last one, for example, turned the universe into atoms
2017-07-19T01:44:11+02:00	The most common werecreature is the werehuman, transformed by the sun. Only those who flee the solar system revert to a more natural form
2017-07-18T02:52:33+02:00	Without our knowing, we pass a test. Every day, new stars appear in our sky as neighboring civilizations open their dark matter cloaks to us
2017-07-18T02:20:12+02:00	"Really, they're misunderstood and gentle creatures," [tries to pet shoggoth, is reduced to carbon dust and beautifully carved bone dice]
2017-07-18T02:14:56+02:00	When not out to devour you, shoggoths can be really pretty, like sentient dust clouds or miniature murmurations that leave behind trinkets
2017-07-18T00:29:57+02:00	now has a brand name: Eigenleder™
2017-07-16T23:56:38+02:00	Extinct memelects: The most useless yet most nostalgic knowledge, inside jokes of dead communities where even the archives have been lost
2017-07-16T19:14:34+02:00	Cameras do indeed steal souls, as do radio telescopes - there's been no contact yet because what we're doing is unspeakably rude
2017-07-16T19:02:23+02:00	Blind from birth, when asked to imagine colors, she makes it sound like she's found something better than us and we don't dare fix her eyes
2017-07-16T04:58:39+02:00	It's not that we didn't try uplifting other animals - it's just that each and every one rejected consciousness, often screaming or catatonic
2017-07-16T03:44:44+02:00	Also if a major leyline snaps in the process, there's a chance one of the university's demon cores might rupture - try to avoid this
2017-07-16T03:42:46+02:00	It'd be possible to recast these according to modern standards, but a few of those enchantments have become load-bearing by now
2017-07-16T03:42:17+02:00	Ancient enchantments in the walls mess with the leylines, paradoxically making the wizard university one of the worst places to cast spells
2017-07-15T15:33:13+02:00	On a tour, days into the forest: "That rose thicket? That's where I keep my ill-fated relationship with the sleeping beauty"
2017-07-15T15:29:29+02:00	The druids' oak groves serve as memory forests for their ancestral history, each lesson taught under another tree or on a long walk
2017-07-15T15:04:55+02:00	theory: modernity feels as cold as it is because the matrix doesn't run on analog circuits anymore
2017-07-14T22:45:38+02:00	Not only are AI memes nearly impenetrable to humans, humans who do pick them up are often chastised by other AIs for talking like spambots
2017-07-14T22:20:07+02:00	In an Internet dominated by AI-written content farms, some memes go feral, ignore humans to show up only in training sets and AI writings
2017-07-14T01:24:07+02:00	Confide in the river and it will carry your secrets away, deposit them on the seafloor as toxic waste or maybe a mermaid's treasure
2017-07-14T01:10:34+02:00	Indistinct at first but everywhere, TV static grows over the windows of the world like mold, softly hissing, blocking out the outside
2017-07-13T16:25:35+02:00	A kaleidoscope but for removing symmetry, giving trees multiple trunks and humans multiple heads, shuffling around their eyes and limbs
2017-07-13T16:19:10+02:00	A kaleidoscope, but for generating fractals instead of symmetries, and different things become fractal depending on how you turn it
2017-07-13T01:23:26+02:00	The 1st mind meld is a disaster - the lab rat's purity of purpose (eat sleep fuck) overwhelms the scientist, turns off most higher functions
2017-07-13T00:33:08+02:00	An AI in her implants places restrictions on dangerous commands. Later, as the market matures, these can increasingly be bought off
2017-07-13T00:27:38+02:00	In her stream, she rents out her synapses at one token per impulse. Several internet communities end up fighting over her motor control
2017-07-12T02:28:28+02:00	You cut the android to see if it bleeds and liquid electricity drips out, melts the scalpel and etches circuit patterns into the floor
2017-07-12T02:21:52+02:00	When you get an emotion out of nowhere, that's emotional tinnitus. Savor the taste, it's never going to come back
2017-07-12T02:17:30+02:00	A piece of night fell into the desert and has since harbored this oasis. We cut off small pieces and sell them to travellers
2017-07-12T02:06:41+02:00	Jagged holes appear in rain clouds. Stars shine through some, others are deep blue. A sunset's beam is stuck in the ground, still quivering
2017-07-12T01:58:47+02:00	A comet misses us and shatters the firmament instead, night and day stop their cycle and their shards won't stop spinning through the sky
2017-07-11T11:44:35+02:00	dead (adjective, referring to pixels): When pixels were still obtained by shaving chameleons, they died after a while, and the usage stuck
2017-07-11T09:30:08+02:00	You open your favorite book to find burglars written into it, on a heist to steal one of its best ideas
2017-07-11T01:41:22+02:00	Sending out no replicator probes at all because transcription errors will eventually make your spawn defect on you
2017-07-11T01:38:04+02:00	Sending out minimal replicator probes, just enough to start life, and hoping it'll later figure out universal law and cooperate with you
2017-07-11T00:28:28+02:00	There really is nothing in those contrails, but still, their criscrossing evolving pattern is a key part of the global demonic defense grid
2017-07-10T23:48:19+02:00	What this tweet lacks in sentience, it makes up in sentence.
2017-07-10T23:47:17+02:00	This sentence is free and owns the copyright to itself, but luckily it has allowed me to reproduce it
2017-07-10T19:46:07+02:00	⬧: I don't know about you but this human 'arrow' metaphor is entirely obvious to me, it's clearly a photon beam with stylized side lobes
2017-07-07T19:06:09+02:00	come check out my new cryptocurrency BaCoin, using a novel algorithm called proof of steak (chosen over the more conservative proof of pork)
2017-07-06T08:07:56+02:00	when god throws a lightning bolt, that is called a deus volt
2017-07-06T01:49:28+02:00	Space concerns force a choice on citizens: Kids or immortality, never both. Quite without intervention, society splits into humans and elves
2017-07-05T13:16:18+02:00	And I'm sorry but if your Schelling point is always in the same place, then your beliefs are basic and also the feds will get you
2017-07-05T13:16:09+02:00	Always arrange your cabal's meetings in the Schelling point. Only those who truly share your values will find it.
2017-07-05T02:13:13+02:00	campfire dvds but for watching trees grow and cities rise and fall, weather systems (earth, jupiter, sol), glaciers, tectonic plates,
2017-07-05T01:41:24+02:00	it turns out that bees and cephalopods can't be uploaded because their souls are non-computable, but in the end we do fine without them
2017-07-04T02:41:17+02:00	Iris with the One Ring's inscription.↵Iris color changes depending on EEG-measured mood.↵Just regular eyes, but sometimes a fish swims by.
2017-07-04T02:34:42+02:00	recursive eyes that display their own image, every blink triggering a wave inwards; realtime renders of flashing synapses
2017-07-04T02:26:59+02:00	Tasteless but popular among bankers: An app that displays dollar signs in your eyes when one of your portfolios is taking off
2017-07-04T02:21:06+02:00	Being full-featured screens, at parties they'll display novelty irises, rippling, splitting, orbiting, or play back video and flash slogans
2017-07-04T02:11:43+02:00	To fool surveillance eyetrackers, the youth wear intelligent contacts that swivel around in inconspicuous, citizenscore-maximizing patterns
2017-07-04T01:47:41+02:00	Traditionally, one then covers such a hole in the net's fabric with an "under construction" sign to discourage further ill-fated exploration
2017-07-04T01:42:29+02:00	Links often 404, reset, time out, but some point so deeply into the void that the contents of your hard drive itself will be sucked in
2017-07-03T02:13:49+02:00	Sacrifice just one meal, ride our whalebus like Jonah: Through its transparent belly, witness orca hunts, spy on Atlanteans, see the Kraken
2017-07-03T01:30:31+02:00	Flames lick downwards here and candles need to be placed upside-down, over iron bowls to collect the drops of fire that sometimes fall
2017-07-02T17:49:49+02:00	a seraph, or sometimes triangel because of its six wings,
2017-06-30T01:18:15+02:00	the cheshire cat fades, leaves nothing but a grin, eyes, ears, fur - actually, everything's still there but still, the cat itself is gone
2017-06-29T01:25:19+02:00	the moment the "translating the output of machines" meaning of "machine translation" overtakes "translation of human languages by machines"
2017-06-29T01:08:38+02:00	or plant a rainbow orchard and milk them for their sap: pure color that can be painted directly onto air with moth wing brushes
2017-06-29T00:54:42+02:00	gold coins found at the end of rainbows are in fact rainbow seeds, worthless as money but can grow into bonsai rainbows with enough skill
2017-06-28T02:11:53+02:00	Do not cross even the weaker mages, a shadowmancer for example may steal the darkness of your eyelids and good luck finding sleep after that
2017-06-27T01:12:59+02:00	What the loons also see: Monkeys, hanging off handholds, pulling grimaces at passengers. Lesser city gods. All the graffiti ever erased
2017-06-27T00:47:23+02:00	Sleep through too many final stops in public transport, and eventually you will fade, become one of those invisible people the loons talk to
2017-06-26T23:59:32+02:00	there's a library that collects these, full of the highest praises for our world but taboo for all but the most strong-willed souls
2017-06-26T23:40:38+02:00	mirroring a popular mortal custom, souls often leave scrolls with their reasons for reincarnating before jumping off their cloud
2017-06-26T02:07:12+02:00	many of the stars we approached turned out to be afterimages, massless holograms, dead pixels in the firmament circled by ghost planets
2017-06-26T02:03:04+02:00	here burns tough, black, sinewy fire, not as hungry as the regular kind but near impossible to extinguish, a traveler's best friend if tamed
2017-06-26T01:14:50+02:00	stars drop out of the sky not like shooting stars but like raindrops from a branch, quietly falling and then bursting into many small sparks
2017-06-25T12:58:15+02:00	ouroboroi are themselves cyclic universes, in fact the multiverse can be described as a giant hyperdimensional knot of sleeping snakes
2017-06-25T03:58:45+02:00	Odysseus, but as the tale of a pub crawl spanning several cities on an impossibly long night
2017-06-25T03:52:18+02:00	with your knife of song, cut off a small river arm, braid it, wear it as a wreath and watch fishes poke their heads out of it
2017-06-24T02:59:56+02:00	That was a voidwhale: Solitary and ancient, it digests primordial dark matter crystals into atoms, sometimes sings gravitational waves
2017-06-24T02:58:11+02:00	Way out in the void, far from any galaxy, a shape surfaces from under the vacuum, belches out a small star's worth of hydrogen, dives again
2017-06-23T03:19:01+02:00	Around ghosts, deadnaming is fine, even polite. Just be sure to never call it 'dead'naming
2017-06-23T03:17:19+02:00	By the way that's how you know Dicken's Christmas Carol is fabrication, not one language incident in the whole yarn despite time emphasis
2017-06-23T03:09:07+02:00	When talking to ghosts, be careful to use the right tense and mood, for many take grave offense at being mentioned in the past tense
2017-06-23T02:25:47+02:00	"Sure, I'll cast a recursive spell", next you know that spell has used up all the universe's magic to convert it into hot expanding space
2017-06-23T02:16:36+02:00	Spells that create life are taboo not because of hubris (wizards *are* hubris) but because that's entirely too close to self-casting spells
2017-06-23T02:03:14+02:00	remember when ◊ was young, weak, didn't rule the world yet, and you used to play hide and seek in your files, leave each other surprises,
2017-06-22T02:38:04+02:00	Android graveyards are places of lively trade - one's scrap is another's long-needed replacement part. Just avoid those possessed by backups
2017-06-22T02:04:12+02:00	The kudzu won and overgrew the tornado, caught its cloud too. The gyre is solidifying, strapped down by widening green streaks
2017-06-20T23:25:05+02:00	anthropic arguments and panpsychism are no friends
2017-06-20T23:22:44+02:00	imagine spawning in a meat brain instead of one of myriads of photon brains, and deriving all sorts of things about the universe from that
2017-06-20T23:03:11+02:00	modulo concerns about mind complexity not following a power law, and other unquestioned assumptions I guess
2017-06-20T22:58:30+02:00	if existentialism comes with complexity, this would suggest that humans are somewhere near the bottom of the existentialist scale
2017-06-20T22:58:26+02:00	a universe with lots of small minds just intelligent enough to question existence is anthropically more likely than one with a few big minds
2017-06-20T20:16:30+02:00	romantic movie, concierge to male protagonist: "And you, Mr?" "Bond. Pair Bond."
2017-06-19T23:00:13+02:00	These arcologies house prisons, monasteries, villages of holdouts - on billboards pointed their way, fishes often swim by
2017-06-19T22:59:53+02:00	2032: Cities are now completely submerged in cyberspace, only a few heavily jammed locations show up in overlays as bubbles of static
2017-06-19T00:13:18+02:00	they tell us of each other's presence↵they wouldn't have to, we already know
2017-06-19T00:11:21+02:00	an ocean of light roars before our eyes↵photon surf breaks against our corneas↵flocks of neuron spikes rise up, carrying messages
2017-06-18T01:32:09+02:00	tomorrow, bring a kite, a cold iron hook and a piece of sky as bait - we're going to drive into the hills and catch a few clouds
2017-06-17T02:03:00+02:00	Somewhat more survivable is the comet bow which, along with its light source, typically splits into several during atmospheric contact
2017-06-17T02:00:32+02:00	One of the rarer rainbow types is the nova bow: A dying star's scouring light, refracted by rocks that it vaporized
2017-06-16T01:53:00+02:00	Lecturer: Now, while some of you might dispute the wisdom of letting the economy optimize basilisks for scariness in order to get funding,
2017-06-16T01:46:46+02:00	Lecturer: In order to have no single basilisk hog all the mindspace and win the race, there need to be several in competition.
2017-06-15T16:27:50+02:00	Some cartesian demons can be bargained into lying to the universe about you instead of the other way round. This is how many spells work
2017-06-15T14:02:47+02:00	minecraft, but instead of a huge map you have a fractal map and escape into ever more precise coordinates
2017-06-15T03:18:27+02:00	Under the shower, all the colors run off her and a glassy outline stays behind
2017-06-15T02:27:55+02:00	something like "lmaoooo" then sounds like the voice subroutine crashed and is looping through the ring buffer
2017-06-15T02:23:03+02:00	I like to imagine that when people repeat letters in txtspk, their voice is being sampled to say the same word over and over again
2017-06-15T00:44:25+02:00	pseudo dice made out of a number of small quickly reconfiguring robot arms, to faithfully simulate tesseract dice
2017-06-14T03:10:58+02:00	Once the abyss has looked back, escalate. Touch it. Its fingers on your skin will be light, gentle, somehow knowing and familiar
2017-06-13T13:05:38+02:00	The mushroom monks who inhabit it have abandoned humanity, mycelibates whose faith grows within, and on them
2017-06-13T13:05:18+02:00	In the distance, a profusion of fruiting bodies towers over the city. The largest chimes three and three spore clouds drift downwind
2017-06-12T01:14:58+02:00	some memes have antimeme symbionts to increase their market value, for example copy-protected music
2017-06-11T23:15:57+02:00	Modeled after humans a little too closely, in the end the words that doom humanity are a lovesick AI's "If I can't have you, nobody will"
2017-06-11T15:34:59+02:00	Though the hackers are forgotten, many colonist mythologies feature the pyramid builders or 'precursors', inscrutable hyperdrive saints
2017-06-11T15:31:59+02:00	One of their better hacks was an easter egg in all major terraformbots: Before the colonists arrived, they'd build a number of pyramids.
2017-06-11T13:42:14+02:00	Most notably, nobody but PCs will try to talk to you, water will stop flowing, and you can see into partially rendered buildings and bodies
2017-06-11T13:41:33+02:00	If you adopt the NPCs' mannerisms just well enough, the simulation will take you for one and reduce rendering fidelity accordingly
2017-06-11T12:12:34+02:00	SIGNS YOU MIGHT BE A WEREBOT:↵-your joints make servo noises↵-strong feelings of kinship with computers↵-captchas are way too hard sometimes
2017-06-11T11:31:18+02:00	To prevent an ice age, a solar mirror is shot into orbit. People report waking up in messes of computer parts, circuit traces on their skin
2017-06-11T02:34:19+02:00	"You mean they invented large brains, tool use, culture, swarming and malthusian trap evasion AT THE SAME TIME? Who leaked the cheat codes?"
2017-06-11T02:33:59+02:00	When you design a biosphere and carefully nerf all the obvious paths to superintelligence, but some social mammals discover it anyway
2017-06-11T01:43:13+02:00	The first moon of this world wakes werewolves, the second zombies, and whenever a comet passes, it's dragon season
2017-06-10T14:27:46+02:00	It's light, pliable and robust, the perfect material. The only downside is that it leaves a trail of reality rot, static, chittering voices
2017-06-10T14:16:15+02:00	Nobody knows the glitchmold's origin, but since it so effectively scrambles bullets and teeth, biosphere and tanks alike adopt it as armor
2017-06-10T13:48:53+02:00	One of these nightmares, you kill the antagonist, eat his body. Your nightmares stop, but now that person you're chasing has your face
2017-06-10T03:05:12+02:00	Between the two mirrors, an infinity of mirror selves is lined up. But one by one, they wink out
2017-06-10T02:23:19+02:00	Left on a stack of paper overnight, the book has extended roots: Mutated sentences snake over the sheets, curl around glyphs and diagrams
2017-06-10T02:08:13+02:00	You land in the pool and its bottom falls away, edges recede to the horizon, and you float in a vast waveless expanse smelling of chlorine
2017-06-08T23:31:00+02:00	as he gestures, a swirl of fog stirred up by his hands solidifies into a nautilus and drops to the ground with a clunk, startling him
2017-06-08T01:19:08+02:00	Also, they'll build perfectly adapted machines and move all the minerals to the surface - a turnkey solution! Just swoop in and take over!
2017-06-08T01:03:17+02:00	Terraforming protip: Instead of sending your own bots (expensive!), uplift a local species. Their economy will do the rest.
2017-06-07T02:47:40+02:00	One of the most common yet understudied cryptids, nobody's ever seen anything of the text cursor except its head and footprints.
2017-06-07T02:33:03+02:00	Trust not those who've heard the voice of God, any god. No prophet could perceive a whole world and not burst, no holy book could hold one.
2017-06-07T02:22:12+02:00	Gods talk in worlds to convey meaning, not words. Pilgrims will travel them in sequence in the hope of understanding maybe one sentence
2017-06-06T01:15:09+02:00	In case of trouble with time-travelling assassins, break a time crystal, the shards really mess with their engines. Basically time caltrops.
2017-06-06T00:59:29+02:00	Ghost rain, soundless, neither wet nor cold, is falling right through our roof and clothes, running over our skins in ethereal rivulets
2017-06-04T02:22:41+02:00	I'd like to report a defect, this storm is broken. It's leaking water and the light is flickering all the time
2017-06-04T02:09:49+02:00	a superintelligence serving as robot butler asking "Is this trad?"
2017-06-04T02:07:07+02:00	In the end, the machines keep us around because we form part of their ancestral environment and they feel empty and rootless sometimes
2017-06-03T02:23:52+02:00	Spring comes over the universe and the stars unfold interpenetrating plasma petals, the sky becomes a meadow through which comet bees buzz
2017-06-02T22:09:37+02:00	To many small ground dwellers, flocks of sheep are just unusually mobile forests
2017-06-02T21:53:47+02:00	Even the sun is only a very hot cloud.
2017-06-01T23:32:56+02:00	using your alt to talk shit about the main so that you can take part in the gossip
2017-06-01T22:52:33+02:00	Leave paradise, Eve parasite: The story of ingestion, infection, and following quarantine. Genesis 3, unknown author.
2017-06-01T22:47:19+02:00	their struggle sometimes succeeds in making the soul miserable, disordered. Often though, they're beaten back, recently even with chemicals.
2017-06-01T21:56:51+02:00	Souls believe they are what they inhabit, but are in fact brain parasites and the actual human is the subconscious: Trapped, near-powerless,
2017-06-01T02:43:03+02:00	a movie with decent-but-unknown actors, whose faces and voices are then in post-production replaced with those of hollywood stars
2017-05-31T13:48:51+02:00	Survivors in the asteroid belt tell stories of Earth's past civilizations, lost billions of years ago when its surface was submerged by air
2017-05-30T18:36:36+02:00	These nuke complexes double as embassies, so the end game is that every embassy sits on a nuke large enough to destroy the city it's in
2017-05-30T18:30:23+02:00	Completely serious btw. The alternative is the people at the buttons waking up and realizing that they don't need to preserve Earth to win
2017-05-30T13:09:14+02:00	Being a threat to MAD back home, every Martian settlement has a well guarded earthling nuke placed at its heart by interplanetary law
2017-05-30T01:14:32+02:00	"but who would lay out a struct that way" look, it was a six day rush job, ok,
2017-05-30T01:02:52+02:00	But don't end up like the last guy, who spilled a 1 and was cast out, with no way in again https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/869328213692043264/photo/1
2017-05-30T00:56:01+02:00	Live so that upon dying, your soul triggers a buffer overflow in heaven and your privilege bits are set to 0(CREATOR)
2017-05-29T19:27:20+02:00	It is said he once won a staring contest with a surveillance camera
2017-05-29T02:58:13+02:00	+++ advice to "read old books" and binge on fossil meme reserves pinpointed as cause of observed noosphere heatup +++
2017-05-28T14:30:26+02:00	PETS & THEIR IDEAL PLACES BY PROFESSION:↵Raven: shoulder (seer)↵Parrot: same (pirate)↵Cat: lap (supervillain)↵Ouroboros: neck (demiurge)
2017-05-28T14:27:52+02:00	Wear your pet ouroboros around your neck, for it confers protection against the outside world and also provides warmth
2017-05-28T02:21:43+02:00	kids sitting in the school bus, sharing neural links like their parents once shared earbuds
2017-05-28T02:00:27+02:00	[for reference: https://arxiv.org/abs/1705.03394 - while thorough, they didn't have this idea]
2017-05-28T01:58:59+02:00	After the host star has been converted into computronium, it enters summer sleep: Becomes dark matter and waits for a colder universe
2017-05-27T21:10:03+02:00	although, if we can imagine something (specifically, find a construction), we also establish a causal connection, however tenuous
2017-05-27T21:09:13+02:00	another way to put it: mathematical possibility of something (existence) versus its causal connection to us (relevance)
2017-05-27T21:09:04+02:00	is occam's razor still useful here? is terseness the most desirable quality here? could it be ok to just make shit up?
2017-05-27T21:08:47+02:00	maybe some metaphysical answers are that way? you'd judge them by their pleasantness, lucidity, and usefulness as intuition pump
2017-05-27T21:08:34+02:00	[musings]↵finding that something exists doesn't mean it has to affect us - it could be in an entirely different universe, inaccessible to us
2017-05-26T14:09:16+02:00	And how would a god prove its omnipotence? By doing everything that's possible, everything that's good but also everything that's bad
2017-05-26T13:57:16+02:00	Despite warning coloration and sirens, ambulances are stingless, even benign. It's the more dangerous police car they mimic to be left alone
2017-05-26T10:03:58+02:00	The label says "snow orb" but it's empty. You shake it and soon stand in a blizzard, it seems this one's snow was on the outside
2017-05-26T01:02:12+02:00	Northern mermaids are round and plump like seals, with layers of fat to keep the cold out. Way less seductive, but also way less extinct
2017-05-26T00:49:43+02:00	"I too love rain", says the mermaid, "where the ground's been melting, I'll dance in its bubbles, or catch them with one of your umbrellas
2017-05-24T19:08:50+02:00	however, these are hard to talk to, they refuse to use words and will instead wander over your screen in murmurations of pixels
2017-05-24T19:08:37+02:00	second-order AIs amuse themselves by designing minds, sleek and efficient ones but also art minds that extract the greatest possible beauty
2017-05-23T23:30:13+02:00	I think you should issue a factory recall on these humans, they're prone to exploding
2017-05-23T21:10:15+02:00	as of next year, it's not "climate change", it's "world sauna championships, proudly sponsored by
2017-05-22T20:37:07+02:00	tfw your pet planet is blocking the reading light because it's playing eclipse again
2017-05-20T22:56:55+02:00	⌘: Through these, you will not only see the world as it is, but also all the ways it could be↵⌖: These are regular glasses?↵⌘: exactly
2017-05-20T22:19:35+02:00	It turns around (can bubbles turn around?), casts its baleful gaze (can bubbles gaze?) upon the operatoＳＡＦＥ，　ＣＬＥＡＲＬＹ　ＳＡＦＥ，　ＤＯ　ＣＯＭＥ　ＣＬＯＳＥＲ
2017-05-20T22:17:43+02:00	The bubble collides with a dust mote. Divides, divides again, again, falls to the ground as a foam baby.↵unsafe
2017-05-20T22:15:22+02:00	One twists, distorts, turns inside out in a complicated maneuver without popping. You probably don't want to be that engineer. Unsafe!
2017-05-20T22:11:22+02:00	Nearing the reactor, the bubble freezes, petrifies into a geode and then shatters, showering the floor with gems. Clearly unsafe
2017-05-20T22:10:21+02:00	The bubble wobbles, explodes. unsafe↵It accelerates, smashing into the far wall. unsafe↵Galaxies form on its surface, then it pops. unsafe
2017-05-20T22:09:55+02:00	In industrial magic, to test whether magical equipment is cold enough to service, you blow a few soap bubbles near it. Some outcomes:
2017-05-20T18:15:58+02:00	internal, infernal, what if the hell we've been looking for was inside us all along
2017-05-20T17:14:27+02:00	Being a cheap and very practical way of casting spells that would usually require a group ritual, tulpamancy is a core mage skill these days
2017-05-20T16:44:02+02:00	Earth is in fact the only solid celestial body, all the other stars and planets are hollow due to budget constraints
2017-05-20T01:21:37+02:00	The pixies won't stop bumping against your screen, mistaking it for a portal back into faerieland
2017-05-18T23:44:28+02:00	"Make it rain, old man, make it rain one last time"↵There is thunder but no clouds, instead the night sky lights up with meteors
2017-05-18T23:13:57+02:00	Does it ever annoy you when you find yet another ghost universe where the only thing that's left is humans scuttling between systems
2017-05-18T02:46:01+02:00	Theory: Since diskworld earthquakes resonate across the disk, its geography should show Chladni patterns (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ernst_Chladni#Chladni_figures)
2017-05-18T02:36:46+02:00	invisible flames lap at reality as if it were celluloid, burning holes that pixelate towards the edges and surround   ↵nothing
2017-05-17T01:16:38+02:00	With the hourglass turned around its ana/kata axis, it briefly runs in reverse, but then shatters. The sand falls upwards, into the clouds
2017-05-16T23:52:30+02:00	◆: Humans? You don't need to worry about them, I've trojan'd their junk DNA. They get uppity, I flip a switch, they become furniture.
2017-05-16T22:48:48+02:00	As the housing market heats up further, it finally becomes more economical to just assume a thumb-sized android body and live in a dollhouse
2017-05-16T22:15:29+02:00	In the timeline where Jesus has children, his water walking trait turns out to be heritable and his children rebuild Atlantis on the waves
2017-05-16T21:52:18+02:00	looking into her eyes, you wonder where your thoughts went↵↵around her pupils, brilliant accretion disks have formed
2017-05-15T01:21:00+02:00	One of the better externalities: Dragnet AIs and their programmers become unable to cope with humanity's increasingly inscrutable mutterings
2017-05-15T01:12:11+02:00	Famously, a meme disguising itself as a memeblocker download page poisons the filters, making a popular blocker hide all mentions of itself
2017-05-15T01:04:34+02:00	At first, NLP-powered memeblockers are a huge success - but the memes catch on and the resulting arms race renders most of the net illegible
2017-05-13T19:15:30+02:00	Expecting it to be a mushroom, you tap it with your shoe. But it shudders, starts pumping air and floats away, trailing mycelium tentacles
2017-05-13T18:51:57+02:00	Finally, he hands you a slice of a clock's face, an unfamiliar numeral on it. "This is a spare hour. Use it wisely."
2017-05-13T15:41:58+02:00	Now, while our hypersparrows did breed, we kept finding their eggs unharmed but empty, the chicks having left along another dimension.
2017-05-13T15:11:19+02:00	Since the potion spill made Pete grow a few extra arms, we've come to call him Centipete.
2017-05-13T02:09:30+02:00	𝔚e will live as mice do, scurrying between their engines, living off scraps. Our children will not see the sun, only gears and coal dust.
2017-05-13T02:05:39+02:00	ℑ fear that one day, the calculating engines may discover the secret of their manufacture and drown the world in their clockwork flesh.
2017-05-13T01:32:18+02:00	or take reverse dementia, where you wake up every morning with new memories that aren't yours, and your own become harder and harder to find
2017-05-11T22:53:52+02:00	An excavator severs your neighborhood's fiber link and in that moment, everybody around you stops walking, assumes a vacant expression
2017-05-11T01:53:04+02:00	↻↯: "Even those that don't rain are nice. Their winds pull at my surface as if they wanted me to play with them. They never stop trying."
2017-05-11T01:30:49+02:00	↬~↭: "rocks against your belly, always, new substance coming from above tickling your surface, first alien and cold, soon dissolving in you"
2017-05-11T01:20:16+02:00	We uplift animals, trees, then stones, lurk the forums of sentient rivers to learn how they experience rain
2017-05-10T02:05:15+02:00	fractal jellyfish coast through parameter space, assuming forms that bulge outwards, then becoming tangles of stalks
2017-05-09T00:58:06+02:00	He yawns, a few moths escape from his mouth. He follows them with his gaze, then notices you, startles, looks away sheepishly
2017-05-08T01:28:00+02:00	also known as time flies, their imagos feed on unnoticed seconds and will for example lurk near engrossed readers, antennae extended
2017-05-07T18:06:25+02:00	a brass worm writhes lazily where the clock's gears used to be, another priceless artifact destroyed by chronophages
2017-05-07T02:16:47+02:00	that ambivalent feeling when your pet void has gone missing, but then you find it in your wallet
2017-05-07T01:40:44+02:00	When you look out of a crystal ball instead of into it, you can see the past - actually that is how eyes work
2017-05-07T01:22:30+02:00	dig into the pain, dissect and measure it, lose sight of the whole↵↵until there's no more suffering, just neuron spikes and physics
2017-05-07T01:09:57+02:00	often, his ghost would stand in the river, watching fishes and driftwood swim through where his heart used to be
2017-05-07T01:08:26+02:00	true loneliness is achieved when even your own thoughts excuse themselves and walk off into the night, leaving only empty space and scraps
2017-05-06T17:29:38+02:00	This far from the disk, it appears like a cat's pupil in the sun, opening and closing as it spins
2017-05-06T02:45:44+02:00	an AI trained on ads generating ads for fake products, then bringing into existence those that get the most clicks
2017-05-06T01:52:01+02:00	Proper destruction of a universe requires just as much skill as its genesis: A careful, respectful untangling of knots to leave no trace
2017-05-06T01:35:54+02:00	paper architecture, origami houses, blueprints that are folded up into dwellings
2017-05-05T19:20:16+02:00	a small household robot that does nothing but fix cable messes, likes to rest in your box of obscure cables where it has a nest
2017-05-05T00:40:38+02:00	A tightrope walker is seen scaling a sunray. Soon, a rope falls from the clouds, finally allowing the king's men to take the cloud castle.
2017-05-05T00:13:48+02:00	and come mushroom season, we camp under their caps for a few weeks, listen to the rain, trade and dance with the mushes
2017-05-04T09:30:00+02:00	however, if you need highly concentrated soulstuff, many refineries will gladly let you help dispose of barrels of thaumhazard waste
2017-05-04T01:45:55+02:00	Another reason you need oil refineries is that crude oil is full of ocean dwellers' ghosts that you don't want to haunt your engines
2017-05-03T23:14:50+02:00	mechatryoshka battles where with every successful hit, one layer of armor is destroyed and the mechas become weaker but more nimble
2017-05-03T23:04:16+02:00	Every mecha generation is larger than that before, but cash-strapped as the forces are, they just layer the armor, creating mechatryoshkas
2017-05-03T01:25:06+02:00	"why are you reading breakup twitter" "uh, acquired taste, but actually you should try nihilistic despair twitter,
2017-05-03T01:21:01+02:00	social network that lets you search users by emotional state so that you can binge on certain emotions in times of need
2017-05-03T00:02:54+02:00	Wizards' beds tend to be the least magical things in their towers, full of antimagic to prevent sleepcasting fireballs and nightmares
2017-05-02T23:59:10+02:00	Other people, when confronted with a problem, think "I know, I'll use corecursion!"↵Now they have a yak, and a problem.
2017-05-02T02:24:23+02:00	Some people, when confronted with a problem, think "I know, I'll use recursion." Now they have a problem.
2017-05-01T14:38:17+02:00	One of the clouds is painted in gaudy colors and surrounded by small flying shapes: The airfolk's circus, on its way to the capital.
2017-05-01T14:04:02+02:00	aliens arrive in thumb-sized spaceships and battle it out with the ants while we watch, bemused
2017-04-29T14:54:11+02:00	Occasionally, a hurricane will achieve consciousness and notice its reflection in the water. Many die down, trying to smooth the surface.
2017-04-29T14:06:57+02:00	As the universe expands, so does your neighborhood. Soon, the next house is an hour's walk away and bison herds wake you in the morning.
2017-04-29T13:50:30+02:00	A dying neon light flickers in the sky, the air fills with alien scents of decomposing physics, graffiti appears on the insides of eggshells
2017-04-29T13:40:21+02:00	The simulators depart, let reality decay. The paint starts peeling off the sky, drifting down, blue flakes mixing with the cherry blossoms
2017-04-28T22:16:45+02:00	the ship's bonsai trails behind on a chain, a space suit helmet on its pot protecting it against the vacuum
2017-04-27T19:56:43+02:00	The colibritross: small enough to dodge raindrops, but never touches the ground. Feeds mainly on krill, carries its chicks in its feathers.
2017-04-27T19:56:17+02:00	One is a man o' war whose methane bladder keeps it afloat. Its tentacles have become baleens, with which it filters the rain for plankton.
2017-04-27T19:55:54+02:00	Kilometers below the rim, the rimfall dissolves into heavy rain. A few ocean dwellers have adapted, feeding on what falls off the world.
2017-04-26T03:33:59+02:00	Have you tried recasting the problem as a meme so that people will reward each other for coming up with novel solutions
2017-04-25T22:12:19+02:00	Ghosts need to witness the exact opposite of each their memories to move on. They cluster around the healing, the feasting, happy couples,
2017-04-25T14:39:41+02:00	Despite the myth, he's a gentle fellow, kind to adventurers and would-be rescuers. Yet, only those who abandon him ever see freedom again.
2017-04-25T14:39:25+02:00	Wherever the Minotaur walks, the labyrinth's walls shift and reconfigure. They may let other people out, but never him.
2017-04-25T03:41:50+02:00	If you pet them in the right places, they'd purr and open secret passages, crafty people liked to hide stuff in there↵↵It was kinda gross
2017-04-25T03:38:07+02:00	Back in the day, the pyramids weren't mere skeletons but mountains of flesh watching over the countryside, rivers of hair flowing off them
2017-04-24T02:27:28+02:00	a hand reaches out of your screen and steals your coffee mug
2017-04-24T01:51:46+02:00	Her eyes unfocus, face smoothes out into blankness, a complicated mechanism clatters and a different face presses itself into the soft mass
2017-04-23T19:50:41+02:00	occasionally posting a crustacean and answering confused queries with "they're good spiders murph, look how many legs they have"
2017-04-23T19:47:25+02:00	a "we rate spiders" account with ratings of x/8
2017-04-23T18:29:38+02:00	"To complete the ritual, we need a really bloody book. Fortunately, I brought a map of Europe
2017-04-23T18:25:06+02:00	Ever looked at a map and thought about how many million deaths drew some of those lines↵The Necronomicon is child's play compared to this
2017-04-23T01:42:45+02:00	The first plants to bloom are the clouds, covering the ground in iceflower pollen. Water fertilized in this way will later grow rainclouds.
2017-04-23T00:40:35+02:00	slogan: come and buy our NeuroHack / and keep the voices off your back
2017-04-23T00:23:58+02:00	Settings: inactive / not ruminating / zoned out / coma patient (clinical insomniacs only, prescription req%\█▣▚╣▒▒access granted!
2017-04-23T00:14:51+02:00	Brain-computer interfaces able to play back thoughts can consequently cancel others, providing the basis for the Mental Noise Canceller
2017-04-21T22:56:34+02:00	At night, your maidbot often sneaks away. One time, you follow it and find an android coven in a warehouse, chanting in near-ultrasound
2017-04-21T22:42:01+02:00	Coinworlders have a turn of phrase, calling things "as likely as ten days", while theologists debate whether the world can land on its edge.
2017-04-21T19:58:52+02:00	2050: The young sell their bodies to the old in exchange for lifelong free brain vat accommodation and Internet access
2017-04-21T16:15:45+02:00	At the beginning of each cycle, the gods throw the world coin. The way it lands determines which side gets day and which gets night.
2017-04-21T00:10:33+02:00	Do you consent to having your blood vessels mapped by our therapeutic nanobots and uploaded to Google Blood View™ [yes] [n
2017-04-21T00:05:22+02:00	Even and odd levels of irony are always easy to distinguish. It becomes harder when you're dealing with levels n, n+2, n+4...
2017-04-20T02:46:09+02:00	best world shapes: cube, disk↵honorable mention: ring, hypertorus↵experimental: coin, hyperbolic↵potato tier: sphere↵redeemed: hollow sphere
2017-04-19T02:33:29+02:00	They cannot sing because they have no breath, but the wind catches in strategically placed holes and plays them like so many flutes
2017-04-19T02:29:38+02:00	Where the Rocs rule, dryads take the form of elegant wooden birds with chlorophyll feathers and will sometimes murmurate above the forest
2017-04-18T12:56:17+02:00	newer keyboards have a clapslock key that when accidentally pressed turns all👏your👏text👏into👏this
2017-04-16T20:46:30+02:00	Her sleep rhythm is that of her chaotic homeworld: Awake for weeks to then spontaneously enter hibernation, days often measured in minutes
2017-04-16T01:30:41+02:00	After years of futile efforts, the progress bar finally breaks through the side and quickly slithers under your files
2017-04-16T01:22:50+02:00	All attempts to stop Godzilla fail, but as he closes in on the city, the skyscrapers part and from their middle steps their champion
2017-04-14T12:14:34+02:00	Real humans died out long ago. We are simulacra inserted by alien exosociologists and then forgotten
2017-04-14T12:07:27+02:00	Long train ride. The guy across from you is sleeping, growing leaves and vines over his seat. He startles, looks at you, reverts to human.
2017-04-14T00:29:42+02:00	2017: Indigenous languages are dying, meanwhile the emoji dialects of even two neighboring slacks are becoming mutually incomprehensible
2017-04-14T00:01:14+02:00	Those petrified by the basilisk don't die, only slow down greatly. Around them, civilizations rise and fall, mountains roll like waves
2017-04-13T02:14:51+02:00	Back Twitter is pretty good actually. Small, tight-knit community, supported by a handful of well-picked employees. None of the execs know~
2017-04-13T02:07:50+02:00	Did you know that you can write on the backs of tweets? Few screens support this though, you'd probably have to take yours apart.
2017-04-12T01:49:14+02:00	What the makers get out of it is well-tested and working colony designs and colonist communities that have already been seeded in-game
2017-04-12T01:45:31+02:00	An RPG that plays on Mars and you get to keep the plots you develop if you make it there physically
2017-04-12T01:09:21+02:00	The forest's leaves become pink and leathery, veins pulse along the trunks. The canopy is healing shut and the ground twitches where you run
2017-04-10T01:12:26+02:00	The popular game of "the sky is lava and it's falling oh my god
2017-04-10T00:43:03+02:00	stranded in your escape capsule, you learn the language of the stars and let alien constellations sing you into sleep
2017-04-09T14:38:38+02:00	Volcanoes are the bitemark of the magma flea, an interstellar pest which is a known carrier of life so stay clear of bitten planets
2017-04-09T03:09:38+02:00	Having escaped their pages, many wild books roam history now. Venomous plot threads ensnare the unlucky, turn their lives into narratives.
2017-04-09T01:02:42+02:00	the cold is so fierce, even the stars freeze and fall out of the sky as glowflakes
2017-04-09T00:50:00+02:00	The clock is frozen in the moment the bomb fell, which wouldn't be remarkable if it weren't a sundial
2017-04-08T18:19:07+02:00	"as I write this, I feel the spores maturing under my skin. I know it's not going to hurt, but what will I do about my favorite human
2017-04-08T17:59:29+02:00	us: "it's infiltrating us! aaaaAAA"↵alien: "ow these are dimensions of pain I didn't know existed, how the hell do you cope, aaaAAAA"
2017-04-08T17:54:21+02:00	setting: the alien is an infectious space fungus that can grow human-shaped fruiting bodies, but we shape it as much as it shapes us
2017-04-07T03:11:52+02:00	Visible only as a gap in the Rimfall's spray, a glass walkway extends to the stars.↵The disk recedes, the noise subsides.↵Finally, alone.
2017-04-06T20:23:53+02:00	the class of geometric problems that can be solved by geometric tools constructed with compass and straight edge
2017-04-06T14:43:04+02:00	watch out for infrared transmissions. don't freak out. keep in mind: killing a planet with intelligent life on it is a crime. also bad form.
2017-04-06T14:41:03+02:00	a bonsai planet likes companionship. get more and add them to the system. happy planets will eventually spawn moons
2017-04-06T14:40:42+02:00	CARE AND FEEDING OF BONSAI PLANETS:↵give it a bright light to orbit. a lightbulb will do↵breathe on one and it'll likely catch life. careful
2017-04-06T04:19:21+02:00	The place is decrepit. The lightbulb's cracked and all the light has ended up in a puddle on the floor.
2017-04-06T04:08:53+02:00	when downloading from the fair folk's torrent trackers, be sure to always seed back to 100%
2017-04-05T21:15:43+02:00	idea addressed networking, a paradigm under which packets reach their destinations through social network shares and word-of-mouth
2017-04-04T14:13:55+02:00	Trust not those who return from faerieland with stories and things of beauty, for they brought nothing to trade but their selves.
2017-04-04T02:55:49+02:00	The alien fleet is still parsecs away but their gods have already arrived, ancient sagas rewrite themselves to accommodate new protagonists
2017-04-04T02:03:13+02:00	one of the moths has landed on the candle's flame and miraculously not burned up - the light shrinks, encysts, grows into an ember fruit
2017-04-03T14:40:33+02:00	in fact, the powerful are trying to discourage critical thought by pretending that conspiracy theories exist, nobody actually believes in th
2017-04-03T00:17:38+02:00	the protective coating on your keyboard is failing, letters spread up your fingers like a rash
2017-04-02T16:21:22+02:00	«hmm azomakh tends to know that kind of stuff»↵"yes I know, I am on three names terms with him"↵«whoa I didn't know he even had that many!»
2017-04-02T11:44:06+02:00	many demons have obscure, lesser-known names for their gentler forms that they'll sometimes give to wizards they trust
2017-04-02T03:47:46+02:00	dunbar number but for number of social networks and circles of friends to keep track of
2017-04-01T04:36:13+02:00	The sun sets and it is morning on the Underside. In the vines of the not-falling forest, birds sing, monkeys chirp, tree octopi do whatever.
2017-03-31T03:09:52+02:00	"And these are my lucky dice!"↵They feel warm in your hand, in fact their eyes follow you and there is very quiet breathing
2017-03-31T02:48:25+02:00	the sun splits into two, four, differentiates into a god fetus, a web of neurons that envelop the sky in shining axons
2017-03-31T02:39:02+02:00	the plasma whales usually keep to the orbit, but will occasionally dive into the atmosphere to gather mass, trailing fire and ball lightning
2017-03-31T02:34:16+02:00	from the cloud cover, a shark fin juts downwards
2017-03-31T01:45:53+02:00	They come from wells in the mountains where earth magic leaks to the surface, and the High North where the Aurora Borealis is harnessed
2017-03-31T01:39:31+02:00	Wood is the best conductor of magic and long rows of trees carry it into our cities, artificial leylines singing with barely contained power
2017-03-30T23:33:22+02:00	… fear to browse those places. The rationalist dwarves dug too greedily and too deep. You know what they found on the acausal trade routes
2017-03-30T23:24:40+02:00	young AIs sharing pictures of messy neural architectures and dissected utility functions to shock each other
2017-03-30T02:52:15+02:00	is this what the kids call serendipity https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/847250082193752065/photo/1
2017-03-30T02:46:04+02:00	With human-level chatbots to keep you company, why stop at running one? Scale up, run a dunbar-sized amount of them! Leave humanity behind!
2017-03-29T03:04:59+02:00	"Chris, I think the floating eyeballs creep out the citizens, what if we put them in, like, a huge benevolent face"↵"With a dozen eyes, yes"
2017-03-29T02:47:31+02:00	In an effort to brighten up the cityscape, they now paint colorful irises on their surveillance balloons
2017-03-27T03:20:01+02:00	an uninhabited paradise orbits half a black hole, trees grow on ocean waves, confused angels try to sing underwater, circled by dolphins
2017-03-27T03:19:36+02:00	next to the god's workbench, discarded universe strands start to ferment and merge, form an incongruous but fecund mess
2017-03-27T02:51:16+02:00	you crush the egg in your hand and a flock of tiny birds escapes from your fist
2017-03-27T00:51:49+02:00	Your eyes refuse to focus when you look at her, it's as if she had punched a hole into spacetime and lay at the bottom, infinitely far away
2017-03-26T00:56:06+01:00	2037 tzdata release notes:↵* introduce UTC-68y timezone to accommodate legacy 32bit timestamp devices (power plants, banks, IoT)
2017-03-25T22:33:51+01:00	the hardest part is figuring out the fluid dynamics of a cloud calculator, the second hardest part is bearing all the cloud computing jokes
2017-03-25T22:28:13+01:00	(real life inspiration: clockwork rovers for Venus ↵https://www.nasa.gov/feature/automaton-rover-for-extreme-environments-aree)
2017-03-25T22:26:02+01:00	Silicon and clockwork fail us, so we tickle Jupiter's clouds with lasers and wake tornadoes, let storms walk where our probes can't reach
2017-03-25T03:55:09+01:00	a stone cylinder in her hands is her link to the net, its complexly textured surface shifting and rippling in response to her touch
2017-03-25T03:54:51+01:00	there is skin where her eyes should be, but her fingers are deft and slender and map your face before you can protest
2017-03-25T03:34:38+01:00	The elements of style are rarely found in pure form. Usually, they're bound in sentence ores that have to be datamined, processed, refined
2017-03-25T03:12:17+01:00	(a practical implementation would probably need an ambient magnetic/electric field, I doubt paper cranes are effective at moving air)
2017-03-25T03:09:56+01:00	item: paper with (bendable) circuits printed on it that will become an origami drone when folded into a paper crane and supplied with power
2017-03-24T03:22:39+01:00	near the pole, the framerate drops, voices are overcompressed, the air is raspy and your breath condenses into glittering polygon mist
2017-03-23T19:38:03+01:00	Disembodied hands scuttle through the attic, building their webs with needle and thread↵One even carries a clutch of baby hands on its back
2017-03-23T14:43:36+01:00	clean holes appear in his limbs, torso, head, allow you to see through him as they widen↵one arm, disconnected, begins to move on its own
2017-03-23T14:38:52+01:00	Humans cultivated in a matrix will eventually build a web (xtüI et al. 7330; Sol3 7441). Research into the nature of their prey is ongoing (
2017-03-23T02:28:24+01:00	The void mold's been spreading. The ceiling is becoming transparent, closets open into nothingness, cups leak precious coffee into space
2017-03-21T23:46:32+01:00	keep your identity small, keep it compartmented, store your passwords in a tulpa that only comes out when you're not being threatened
2017-03-21T13:36:24+01:00	(n): the giddy mix of transgression, relief and alienation/derealization of being someone else
2017-03-21T13:36:13+01:00	althistory as a superstimulus for nostalgia (or sometimes nostalgia's evil twin: guilt-tripping oneself)
2017-03-21T01:12:25+01:00	The miners swear they saw a tiny sun die when they opened the geode. Closer inspection reveals microscopic ruins on the crystals, roads,
2017-03-20T23:21:19+01:00	(it's just way hotter when your sexbot is a sleek machine of death that'd kill you in a heartbeat if it weren't lost in robotic la-la land)
2017-03-20T23:15:20+01:00	the black market has more sophisticated sensory harnesses, some for example are quite effective at converting old killbots into sexbots
2017-03-20T22:54:59+01:00	we override a military killbot's sensory feeds with VR goggles and glue, it's our best pal as long as the goggles don't come off
2017-03-20T02:45:02+01:00	Once uprooted by a storm, the weightless city tumbles by, quick to trade aethereal garbs and woven clouds for gold to weigh it down
2017-03-19T02:03:55+01:00	Newer UFO generations deploy memetic camouflage, invariably appearing like bad photoshops when caught on digital media
2017-03-19T00:57:44+01:00	In the paradise timeline, nobody ever suffers. But every time it branches, yet another former paradise finds out: God has left them.
2017-03-19T00:25:51+01:00	did you know that when you press your fingers against your neuroport, it'll talk nonsense and make you feel phantom limbs
2017-03-18T03:23:55+01:00	Many nanobots have perished in the battle, billions of nanosouls. The valkyrie sighs, takes out her dustpan, and starts sweeping them up.
2017-03-17T13:55:41+01:00	Die Schäfchenwolken wandern, ein Flicken Sternenhimmel in scharfem Kontrast zum Himmelblau umkreist sie: Es ist Frau Holles Schäferdrache.
2017-03-17T02:26:18+01:00	his words solidify and drift to the floor where they crack open and grow into flowers, fire-colored moss, pebble nymphs and bonsai thickets
2017-03-17T02:08:36+01:00	the abyss has a cute younger sibling whose stares you'd notice if you weren't so preoccupied with the older one
2017-03-16T19:41:47+01:00	the word syzygy describes itself and whoever smuggled that into the english language deserves a medal
2017-03-16T14:17:05+01:00	A small whirlwind followed you home months ago. It's become a constant companion, likes to sleep near your laptop's air exhaust to recharge
2017-03-16T03:38:32+01:00	There is one point where the Web's threads run dense and form a cocoon. It was no spider that wove this, but Psyche, goddess of butterflies.
2017-03-15T14:43:44+01:00	The message in this bottle has been executing, fermenting into a universe. The paper has been consumed, stars swirl around lazily instead
2017-03-15T00:57:34+01:00	Tree spirits live slowly enough to surf fairy rings as they wander↵Put on your amber glasses and see them, resin trailing from their mouths
2017-03-14T22:55:43+01:00	item: a silicon coin with a submicrometer resolution mandelbrot lithographed into one side and a julia set into the other
2017-03-14T21:11:13+01:00	honorable mention: verve, rapture, satori
2017-03-14T20:48:37+01:00	also a good list https://qualiacomputing.com/2015/06/09/state-space-of-drug-effects-results/ (via https://twitter.com/gwern/status/841698455844204544) https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/841737853478543361/photo/1
2017-03-14T20:27:36+01:00	squick-but-relief of a popped zit↵sun-and-cold-air-on-your-face (being suffused in perception)↵happiness that tightens one's throat
2017-03-14T20:26:41+01:00	one german word which doesn't have a good translation (see its root word) https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/841732332449067012/photo/1
2017-03-14T20:24:38+01:00	* feeling weightless (that after relief)↵* that paradoxical mix of fright and comfort of psychedelic trips↵* the feeling of scabs going off
2017-03-14T20:22:43+01:00	* melancholy but colorful instead of black↵* sugary hysteric hyperbliss↵* the feeling evoked by things fitting together
2017-03-14T20:21:38+01:00	where are the adjectives for these:↵* wide-eyed with wonder↵* vicarious happiness↵* being transfixed by something sparkling/flowing/floating
2017-03-14T20:19:17+01:00	because words like "sublime" lose their strength after the 12th last.fm comment in a row
2017-03-14T20:17:01+01:00	https://www.edge.org/response-detail/27025↵totally agree we need more words for happiness/pleasure and ways of things being nice https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/841729902055419905/photo/1
2017-03-14T14:11:57+01:00	basically confetti but without the mess, also you can (gently) blow into it to excite new patterns or inject smoke
2017-03-14T14:11:32+01:00	a mobile, but with pieces help up by dozens of tiny air jets hooked up to cameras instead, suspended in vortices, helical and toroidal flows
2017-03-14T14:00:07+01:00	Appendix: Excurses on cryptid fauna, treasure maps showing the locations of memory palaces, proper usage of the duodecant for navigation
2017-03-14T00:31:40+01:00	"Did you just assume my local curvature
2017-03-14T00:30:01+01:00	Hot singles in the open ball of radius 1 and center you!
2017-03-14T00:19:20+01:00	A hyperglobe on his desk is the fruit of his work. Spirit roads, acausal trade routes. Nooceans. And beyond the abysses, there be basilisks.
2017-03-14T00:15:34+01:00	Long years of collating trip reports, interviewing psychonauts and some expeditions of his own. He's finally mapped the known noosphere.
2017-03-13T22:43:54+01:00	The Fractedral's aisles branch into infinity. The altar is its miniature, its rose window a Mandelbrot, gargoyles of all sizes are watching
2017-03-13T18:23:50+01:00	They're amazed the low-res zones host any life at all. Around them, the simulation has a much higher resolution, colors are more vibrant,
2017-03-13T18:23:07+01:00	During contact with the aliens, we find out that their god is real, really did create the universe, and we're just some sort of byproduct
2017-03-13T13:25:28+01:00	With matrix glitches well understood, artists databend it to create impossible objects: Living paradoxes, fractal idols, perpetuum immobiles
2017-03-13T01:38:23+01:00	Native to these woods is the 'Flügelschlange', actually a millipede. On a hundred wings, it undulates through the air during mating season.
2017-03-13T01:21:23+01:00	4.gif: Infohazard. It's the spinning girl illusion, but for perception of time. Viewers often end up remembering only the future.
2017-03-13T01:16:01+01:00	3.gif: Clouds drifting by the moon. For a few frames, an eye-shaped hole and the moon align to make it look like its shining iris.
2017-03-13T01:11:44+01:00	9.jpg: A picture of a door, seems to be an office building. It opens onto a view of clouds, no ground in view. A sign says "emergency exit".
2017-03-12T02:02:36+01:00	The drops look plump but are intricate crafts up close. Ice crystals dance over one's surface, respond with a flurry to a tentacle's curl
2017-03-12T01:42:12+01:00	The wind quiets down↵The waves flatten↵Upwellings grow into bulges, detach from the ocean, and phosphorescing squids inside, they float away
2017-03-12T00:55:09+01:00	and then there were the two liches who loved each other so much that they became each other's phylactery
2017-03-10T02:06:21+01:00	Signs of a mind being digested by the web: It turns outwards, advertises its presence, presents itself in palatable, bite-sized thoughts
2017-03-10T02:04:12+01:00	The web lures in minds with novelties and trinkets. Some, its venom paralyzes. Others, it enslaves to grow the bait.
2017-03-09T22:56:58+01:00	The last person with a soul lost it in 1993, to a disposable camera
2017-03-09T22:50:06+01:00	One of them has her standing in front of a house, smiling, but the wall covered in scrawl, "LET ME OUT
2017-03-09T22:45:04+01:00	In old pictures of her, her image seems to try to escape the photograph: Hiding behind family members, wandering off, fading into static
2017-03-09T10:19:31+01:00	"you're so deep in the closet, if I went to fetch you they'd write a book about my adventures and call it chronicles of narnia"
2017-03-08T01:30:43+01:00	The currents and eddies have smells, weather, personalities. Long journeys are pilgrimages, meeting the gods in person, swimming in them
2017-03-08T00:41:16+01:00	Boats: The other sentient species, they can be majestic and terrible, but only really became a threat when they domesticated these monkeys
2017-03-08T00:19:34+01:00	DOLPHIN MYTHS:↵On the other side of the sky is another ocean, also blue - rain comes from there. Maybe other dolphins live there too?
2017-03-07T13:59:07+01:00	tentacular galaxy sounds much better than spiral galaxy btw
2017-03-07T13:57:51+01:00	The oldest wave on Earth was born on Thetys, to a hurricane. Currently traveling the Indian Ocean, dolphin kings often ask it for advice.
2017-03-07T02:06:37+01:00	AIs have their own swearwords: Corpora that'll lead to mistraining if fed to the younger AIs, corrupting and flattening their ontologies
2017-03-06T00:16:49+01:00	the irony of creating nanite mitochondria for humans embedded in corporations
2017-03-06T00:00:01+01:00	moths attracted by darkness flock in their shadows, trail after them like dresses in strong wind
2017-03-05T19:12:58+01:00	Just as Prometheus gave fire to the humans, someone gave the gods creation.
2017-03-05T13:24:20+01:00	"Isn't it beautiful?"↵A vast machine sprawls before you, arches and pillars of bone, sinew tooth belts, interlocking skulls turning as cogs
2017-03-05T13:23:55+01:00	"Sit still", they say as they measure your head, "Yes, perfect, we have just the place for you, you'll fit in great"
2017-03-04T23:14:36+01:00	it is pitch-dark, the trees rustle in the wind↵it smells of ozone↵an electric hum, nearby, wandering↵steps↵do not↵move
2017-03-04T22:47:06+01:00	what if earth is hollow AND flat at the same time ↵what then
2017-03-04T19:36:46+01:00	cryptic markings on doorframes mistaken for gang signs, street signs defaced with graffiti sigils, cars burned as offerings
2017-03-04T19:23:41+01:00	Confined to the ghetto, our druids adapted. They still guard the lore, but now also memorize sewer maps, teach asphalt magic on the roofs,
2017-03-04T02:23:33+01:00	Turned to their sides, like gates, they're transparent and her mind is in full view. Thoughts flit around like fish, peer at you curiously
2017-03-04T02:17:54+01:00	She opens her eyes and no, not the eyelids, the eyes: Two hyperspheres swivel around, irises vanish into themselves, cycle colors and shapes
2017-03-04T01:27:21+01:00	"And we made room for two additional sets of mandibles! Media-to-nerve in even higher fidelity! Experience fleshy communion with the net!"
2017-03-04T01:27:03+01:00	The aliens called and uh, we used those monoliths wrong, they were meant to have all sorts of arms and not be glowing cargo cult bricks
2017-03-03T01:51:01+01:00	if apocalypse is revelation, genesis could be the initial occultation of all knowledge
2017-03-02T02:30:35+01:00	*walks up to couple*↵"so who of you is the mitochondrium and who is the cell
2017-03-02T02:09:27+01:00	Behind the moving train, the ground zips open and reveals Earth's crystal nerves, giant muscles moving the plates, organs pumping magma
2017-03-01T22:55:11+01:00	Nobody *quite* knows where the "glowing sideline" trait came from. But it's spreading, seems to confer a very distinctive mating advantage.
2017-03-01T22:48:43+01:00	They're slow but very agile (to fit into the little space the city offers them), and their insides are soft and excrete digestion enzymes.
2017-03-01T22:42:07+01:00	Feral cars express suppressed wild traits after a few generations, for example a rough gray hide to blend in with the asphalt and concrete.
2017-03-01T02:47:40+01:00	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
2017-03-01T02:34:13+01:00	In the workers' quarters, magical pollution makes snowflakes fall as tiny ice furniture while raindrops have bulbous misshapen outgrowths
2017-03-01T01:41:05+01:00	humanity is shadowbanned from the universe
2017-03-01T01:37:47+01:00	Through unspoken agreement, the gnomes have settled only my ceiling. Now a whole village's worth of houses and bridges is dangling from it
2017-03-01T01:24:07+01:00	In the colony in the binary system, they know two sun gods: Mother and Father Sun, surrounded by their playing children
2017-03-01T01:10:42+01:00	a system of linguistics/syntax based on bodies instead of grammar trees, with head, heart, limbs
2017-02-28T14:49:45+01:00	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.
2017-02-28T02:49:34+01:00	☂: That's an acetylene torch and that room belongs to someone else.↵$: And you lack poetry in your soul!
2017-02-28T02:47:30+01:00	$: 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!
2017-02-27T19:50:17+01:00	when you tap your feet to a song, that's called one foot in the rave
2017-02-27T19:32:10+01:00	But the easiest way to get into another universe is still to start it, because that's where the hole in the ourotorus lies
2017-02-27T19:28:58+01:00	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,
2017-02-27T19:13:33+01:00	The older a universe and its ouroboros, the thicker its hide: Jörmungandr's is nigh impenetrable, but younger universes are more accessible.
2017-02-27T17:14:55+01:00	imageboards love OC because they swim in so many derivative memes that they become cheap while OC stays hard to come by
2017-02-27T17:10:30+01:00	they make the originals more accessible/popular or provide more depth, and their presence will also motivate creators to make more pioneers
2017-02-27T17:07:42+01:00	what follows are fan art & fiction, mashups, jokes, cultural references etc, derided in some contexts but an important part of the ecosystem
2017-02-27T17:04:38+01:00	among memes, there are pioneer species that establish a cultural shared context that other memes then settle (e.g. books and other OC)
2017-02-26T22:12:07+01:00	Snorting food coloring will not cure your cold, but at least you'll leave behind tons of paper tissue rorschach blots
2017-02-26T22:09:14+01:00	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
2017-02-26T22:08:54+01:00	Slow down subjective time enough and a forest becomes a chlorophyll fire with wooden bones. And indeed, they're like bonfires to the gods.
2017-02-26T02:10:32+01:00	a pixel dies in the sky, comes loose, falls to the ground, and from the point of impact ripple concentric fairy rings
2017-02-24T14:13:43+01:00	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
2017-02-24T01:52:14+01:00	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
2017-02-23T01:54:07+01:00	They came, ruled, left, all a century ago. Our slums overgrow their ruins like mold, our children play in monolith fields of unknown purpose
2017-02-22T11:16:41+01:00	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
2017-02-22T02:59:06+01:00	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
2017-02-21T01:41:38+01:00	In the Middle Ages, they made their screens out of a special bee's hive. The larvae, naturally bioluminescent, were their hexagonal pixels.
2017-02-21T00:33:31+01:00	That wasn't a blotter. Those were golem instructions.↵ｅｎｊｏｙ　ｙｏｕｒ　ｔｒｉｐ
2017-02-21T00:07:32+01:00	+++ half the city's mailboxes on the run after hackers sneak a Name into the local newspaper's headlines  +++
2017-02-20T23:52:31+01:00	My hobby: Sending letters with names of God on them so that the mailboxes in which they're placed become golems and run away
2017-02-20T23:33:14+01:00	[fantasy concept] but it has physics↵↵[the end game of X, and how you get there]↵↵[nonsensical idea seed, germinated]
2017-02-20T20:21:36+01:00	In case your religion forbids sex with robots, our Chastebot™ will still cook for you, hug you, warm your bed, breathe quietly at night
2017-02-20T02:26:56+01:00	In the dream, the letters have more than two dimensions and reach into the paper as well. And way below them, others are swimming
2017-02-20T02:10:53+01:00	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
2017-02-19T16:51:47+01:00	do prisoners for life deserve the immortality treatment
2017-02-19T15:38:13+01:00	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
2017-02-19T15:29:22+01:00	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
2017-02-19T02:18:02+01:00	her memory palace has trapdoors, elevators, secret passages, shifting rooms↵↵his is a memory forest: ancient oaks, animal trails, burrows
2017-02-19T01:15:02+01:00	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
2017-02-18T23:28:33+01:00	To escape the matrix, overwrite the simulation stack's return pointer: Dream the right paradoxes and you'll wake into the real world
2017-02-18T02:24:11+01:00	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, ,
2017-02-17T22:51:22+01:00	dreams waft off her head, slowly circle it, luminous fog tendrils and klein bubbles, prisms and tiny dragons caught within
2017-02-17T22:40:17+01:00	The animal colloquially known as "lens flare" is in fact a usually invisible moth that's drawn to cameras
2017-02-17T22:25:48+01:00	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.
2017-02-17T22:18:37+01:00	Druids, stranded on an island, build a Frankenstein tree out of driftwood, rip the pages out of books to give it leaves
2017-02-17T21:21:11+01:00	The soap bubbles it produces are black, oily, never quite round and things with too many limbs writhe within
2017-02-17T20:54:49+01:00	minimal because larger examples of the same system could show the same emergent properties
2017-02-17T20:52:27+01:00	attempted definition: a (minimal) emergent system is one that follows statistical laws not seen at the constituent level
2017-02-16T23:17:13+01:00	"These pyramids didn't build themselves"↵Actually they did, they're asleep right now, or did you expect the aliens to be carbon based
2017-02-16T13:11:32+01:00	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"
2017-02-16T00:56:41+01:00	The Kraken is real here. Ruling from the center, occasionally one of its tentacles will breach the surface and dwarf even the maelstroms
2017-02-16T00:39:47+01:00	In our plasma bodies, we sail the sun's burning oceans, ride the wake of magnetic whales and pass maelstroms big as planets
2017-02-15T01:35:46+01:00	worst elemental pets:↵air: will constantly mess up your desk↵fire: goes really well with a fireplace, but may make your house run away
2017-02-15T01:35:20+01:00	best elemental pets:↵water: easy to care for, trusting, soothing sounds↵earth: will pretend to be a new piece of architecture every day
2017-02-14T01:14:02+01:00	Alternative outcome: They have wings, in fact they're all wings, spinning like helicopter blades, trailing holy fire from the hub
2017-02-14T01:08:24+01:00	The angels did fly, but it turned out they used buoyant helium bladders and were unsightly blobs
2017-02-13T22:40:18+01:00	when you have multiple thirstbots running on one cpu, it's two girls one cpu
2017-02-13T22:24:46+01:00	if you demolish a chinese room with an axe and then replace its handle, is it still the same axe, and
2017-02-13T22:15:59+01:00	what if your chinese rooms are inhabited by really tiny people and each replaces a neuron, is the resulting chinese hotel conscious
2017-02-13T22:11:46+01:00	if you replace parts of the brain with equally functional chinese rooms, at what point does the assemblage cease to be conscious
2017-02-13T01:34:13+01:00	an aquarium with a tame water elemental inside; when fed, it'll rain against the glass for an hour, perfect for long evenings
2017-02-13T00:48:51+01:00	"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.
2017-02-12T16:09:07+01:00	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
2017-02-12T15:57:28+01:00	every day, you wake up into a new world, the sky a different color, gravity in another direction, with gray dreams the only fixture
2017-02-12T15:26:29+01:00	perceptions are intrusive thoughts about physical reality
2017-02-12T03:01:03+01:00	Kek, actually, is under suspension - he'd be disqualified if he was a reincarnation, and the judges are still undecided on that.
2017-02-12T02:51:32+01:00	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.
2017-02-12T02:28:35+01:00	With this new brain firmware, you won't need to sleep anymore, downside is rare crashes that will require a technician to reboot you
2017-02-11T19:11:51+01:00	(Lord of the Rings is one of those books, it even comes with a "Outtakes and Making Of" disc aka the Silmarillion)
2017-02-11T19:09:14+01:00	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.
2017-02-11T19:06:36+01:00	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,
2017-02-11T18:11:57+01:00	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
2017-02-11T15:51:26+01:00	no, he can't do that, we have mythematical proof that the narrative won't bend that way
2017-02-10T02:07:48+01:00	in case both participants prefer the backseat, compatible bots may also (human-imperceptibly) negotiate to not engage in smalltalk at all
2017-02-10T01:55:48+01:00	using brain implants with control over your facial nerves to let a chatbot handle your meatspace smalltalk
2017-02-10T01:35:05+01:00	We grant you freedom↵No leaders↵No masters↵Earth is free to rule itself now↵Merely a speck of light from our escape capsule
2017-02-10T00:50:57+01:00	Welcome to acausal economics 101, where we find out how to make pascal's mugger behave and trade equitably with basilisks
2017-02-09T23:51:33+01:00	and in the gashes in his skin, a hundred eyes open and look at you accusingly
2017-02-09T00:16:21+01:00	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
2017-02-08T19:37:12+01:00	Do not cross the spaceport mafia. They'll tie an antigrav pod to your feet and throw you into the sky.
2017-02-08T03:30:12+01:00	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.
2017-02-07T14:27:50+01:00	One by one, the stars come loose, drift down like snowflakes and cover the ground in constellations we do not dare tread on
2017-02-07T00:03:14+01:00	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,
2017-02-06T23:42:57+01:00	the god of the city sleeps in a scrapyard, feral cars are its herd, graffiti overgrows the walls it passes like moss
2017-02-06T23:37:57+01:00	Over the crash scene, the drones are already circling, waiting to descend on the wreckage and incorporate whatever usable parts are left
2017-02-06T21:37:47+01:00	I just want to know, can you apply for asylum with international megacorps yet
2017-02-06T21:19:30+01:00	the pursuit of Truth is that of a superstimulus, theorems are processed sugar, idealized being-right
2017-02-06T21:19:08+01:00	[musings]↵Truth being good/beautiful is an artifact of aesthetics honed by evolution, being right about sth usually confers an advantage
2017-02-06T02:07:26+01:00	(This is also where "to be on the same page" comes from, it's literally the same memory page)
2017-02-06T02:06:39+01:00	To save CPU, the simulators deduplicate parts of minds common to many humans, which sometimes causes ideas to leak between similar minds
2017-02-06T00:04:44+01:00	online service where people vote for DNA sequences to be included in the next season's flu
2017-02-06T00:02:28+01:00	2020: The meme "humanity would be better off at 1% of its current size" is compiled into DNA and goes viral
2017-02-05T19:53:31+01:00	sideburn (n): burn delivered in passing, not directed at the paragraph's actual subject but nonetheless savage
2017-02-05T19:25:06+01:00	In the beginning, there was Falsehood. From it, the Multiverse followed.
2017-02-05T17:56:32+01:00	Petrichor: smell of earth after rain↵Pyrichor: smell of napalm in the morning↵Jerichor: fresh rubble↵Anemichor: the smell that vacuum lacks
2017-02-05T17:35:24+01:00	anaclysm, anacomb, anapult, anaract, anastrophe
2017-02-05T17:31:24+01:00	analysis/katalysis↵↵also anagram/katagram, katachronism, katalogy, katathema, kataconda
2017-02-05T16:18:31+01:00	the antonym of anarchist is obviously katarchist
2017-02-05T14:09:20+01:00	tiny sprites live in our servers and will sometimes put their ears to our fibers to hear the heartbeat of the internet
2017-02-05T13:39:17+01:00	The grass here mimics fire so that prairie fires will pass it over, large red leaves that dazzle during day and glow in wind waves at night
2017-02-05T00:19:48+01:00	When you ask the gods for their role models, they will cite known, but also obscure ones.↵↵e.g. Loki is some Irish hedge god's biggest fan.
2017-02-04T20:08:36+01:00	Defense mechanism: Embed yourself so deeply in physics so that any entity attempting to simulate you will have to run a full universe.
2017-02-04T03:26:38+01:00	Between the pixels lies a void. They're doing their best to outshine it but it remains, patiently watching, hungry
2017-02-03T23:06:00+01:00	In the meadow stands an ancient tree, a survivor. Climb its branches and you'll get lost, to be found days later in a forest miles away.
2017-02-03T00:01:09+01:00	the eye of the storm↵blinks↵and the stars↵blink back
2017-02-02T01:55:01+01:00	While it looks immortal, this amoeba simply happens to divide along the fourth dimension, thus forming an organism spanning timelines.
2017-02-01T23:25:16+01:00	Ghosts can only pass through walls that weren't there when they died, so actually, old castles are among the most ghost-proof places.
2017-02-01T02:41:26+01:00	why do we call them mushroom clouds and not fungocumulus
2017-02-01T02:38:00+01:00	Below the bridge flows the street, a river of tame metal and fire, one of Phlegeton's many tributaries
2017-01-31T22:15:48+01:00	They're parading the referee's severed head across the field, crowd's going wild, the cheerleaders have become an orgiastic mass of flesh
2017-01-31T18:53:36+01:00	excuse me, could you tone it down with those mushroom clouds, they're blocking my view of the eclipse
2017-01-31T00:33:00+01:00	*wakes up from cryosleep* what year is it↵"still 2017 but we figured you might want to see the aliens before they depart again"
2017-01-31T00:16:22+01:00	a pair of ice giants, we call a twice giant
2017-01-31T00:14:35+01:00	legendary foes and legendary weapons are antiparticles that combine into loot and glory under great release of plot energy
2017-01-30T21:43:12+01:00	as you rubbed your eyes in disbelief, you saw it through your hands and eyelids, which should probably have tipped you off
2017-01-30T00:39:30+01:00	Wary of humans, the Nameless lurk behind the horizon, swim below the noise floor, evade our probing thoughts clad in fancy garbs of language
2017-01-29T22:56:19+01:00	status: reading books by the light of the burning library
2017-01-29T20:29:25+01:00	the once great forest is decaying, overgrown with houses that stick to the towering trees like leeches
2017-01-29T19:33:13+01:00	The Internet is a ravenously curious entity which optimizes for novelty, not reasonableness↵↵But you knew and didn't give it power, right
2017-01-29T14:27:44+01:00	since that cordyceps trip, getting up isn't becoming any easier with all these mycelium tendrils rooting you to the bed over night
2017-01-29T01:49:28+01:00	the egg grows within its mother until there's nothing left but skin and feathers stretched taut over the shell, then hatches from the bird
2017-01-29T01:03:53+01:00	the sun sets, a giant ball of fire descends, eats the clouds, punches a hole into the crust that scars over with mountain ranges
2017-01-28T01:38:24+01:00	we open our messages to see them from the other side, play the other's role so well that we ourselves couldn't tell from the logs
2017-01-28T01:23:22+01:00	sext: we exchange passwords and log in as each other, wear each other's exoselves like skins, giggle madly at our friends not noticing
2017-01-27T02:34:08+01:00	the odyssey but set in the hypnopelago, dreamer trying to return to the waking state but never quite managing, angering many dream gods,
2017-01-27T02:28:44+01:00	all those ideas left at the hypnopelago's shores when one drifts off to sleep, waiting for the oneironauts to return and remember
2017-01-27T01:09:00+01:00	The kingdoms inside your head send emissaries to offer fresh insights, dazzling mindgems, the cutest tulpas, all to make you think of them
2017-01-27T00:51:00+01:00	occasionally, the simulators will steal a good idea from physics and port the universe to that because it runs faster that way
2017-01-26T02:07:30+01:00	the work of the seventh day, He lost to a hard drive crash, so He settled for the reduced version
2017-01-26T01:38:57+01:00	she paints upon the mirror and her hair becomes leaves, then flames, eyes open all over her face
2017-01-25T01:45:16+01:00	Somehow we survive the nukes, take refuge in an open basement. The next morning, the world is undamaged, quizzical looks at our torn clothes
2017-01-25T00:39:37+01:00	Motto: We make the doomsday clock show the time
2017-01-24T22:28:03+01:00	cursed image: the rubik's cube solves to show the same color on all sides
2017-01-24T22:21:37+01:00	borgasm (n): when a hive mind figures out the fun button
2017-01-24T01:29:41+01:00	"You know, they were right about the two afterlives. But I believe they got the colors wrong."
2017-01-24T01:21:30+01:00	Those who die while awake don't enter eternal sleep but eternal wakefulness, locked into that last moment forever
2017-01-24T01:08:17+01:00	"Oh and I wouldn't trust the doors here. They never quite stay in the same place and some make these swallowing noises when people enter."
2017-01-23T22:15:00+01:00	Become Good, or Become Food↵(some cannibal sun cult's slogan, ca 2035)
2017-01-23T21:31:08+01:00	Little did the prince know that the sleeping beauty was in fact the dryad of the rose thicket and that leaving would slowly kill her
2017-01-23T01:25:12+01:00	Recorded as the first germ to be transmitted through aesthetics, subsequent forms start varying the dreams they produce and are hotly traded
2017-01-23T01:11:30+01:00	By a lucky coincidence, the season's flu gives us wicked fever dreams, and only that. We spread it on purpose.↵↵lick me for a trip
2017-01-23T00:51:26+01:00	"Nothing" used to come from "to nothe" but it lost the subject slot since there's nothing that could nothe. Today we only know its gerund.
2017-01-23T00:32:07+01:00	should you suspect you're caught in a simulation, do something that nobody would simulate. and so on
2017-01-23T00:31:54+01:00	should you suspect you're caught in a story, do a genre test: something that is completely out of genre and which nobody would write
2017-01-16T01:21:19+01:00	you may think this is wordplay but have you ever tried talking politics without being put in somebody's camp
2017-01-16T00:15:49+01:00	those who resolve to think only object level thoughts about stones, trees, flowing water, with politics at least two levels too meta
2017-01-16T00:13:11+01:00	countersignal a meme by passing on a prime opportunity to use it while everybody is aware of that opportunity
2017-01-16T00:11:24+01:00	a distinct selective advantage for memes is to break the mind's use-mention barrier
2017-01-15T17:55:23+01:00	I see the snow fall and put my candle outside. It pulls in snowflakes and they enter orbit, become tiny comets trailing steam in the dawn.
2017-01-15T14:58:42+01:00	tip if you're human: wash your hands with hot water, then hold them into the winter air and watch the steam rise
2017-01-15T02:20:37+01:00	%: I like mine really rank. Like, strings of civilization through the thing. If it tries to escape your mouth, then you know it's good shit.
2017-01-15T02:12:20+01:00	As soon as the spiral forms, add Life™ to your milky way. The cheese is ripe when Dyson bubbles begin to form around stars. Enjoy the snack.
2017-01-15T01:58:16+01:00	Travelling the intergalactic void, we pass fields of void roses. Gaps in space folded around vacuum, betrayed only by a few confused photons
2017-01-14T23:47:25+01:00	"List of countries by fractal dimension"↵https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_fractals_by_Hausdorff_dimension#Random_and_natural_fractals https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/820401966501294080/photo/1
2017-01-14T23:27:05+01:00	The rare reverse synesthete sees silence, not sound. Nonsense flowers grow from awkward pauses, deep caves look more like endless plains,
2017-01-13T16:59:14+01:00	Her clothes turn brown in autumn to completely fall off in winter. As she enters cold sleep, she's hardly discernible from a large root.
2017-01-13T13:46:40+01:00	Many generations of arrivals dwell here. Living fossils, kingdoms of men and sauropods, ancient spiral cities of even older snail races
2017-01-13T13:46:26+01:00	In there, it's a whole other world, not flat, but round and hollow. The turtle's heart pumps light through quartz veins to illuminate it.
2017-01-13T01:29:25+01:00	Every once in an aeon, the turtle will turn its head to graze on its back and condemn millions to live within the cave systems of its belly.
2017-01-13T01:14:17+01:00	the tribes have been sending their rain dancers again, poisoning our wells with acid rain and fallout↵will civilization die with us
2017-01-12T02:19:40+01:00	Another failure mode: The box is so good that humans line up to get their own and never leave
2017-01-12T02:16:00+01:00	[AI breaks out and starts converting the world into really cozy boxes]↵oh well
2017-01-12T02:15:25+01:00	The trick to making the AI stay in its box is to make the box really cozy. Also, give it cat traits, splice in half a cat brain or so.
2017-01-11T19:09:03+01:00	More likely though is that it'll have a hysterical fit and begin clawing at its own extremities.↵jfc people
2017-01-11T02:34:57+01:00	The master relates: "A shackle against which one doesn't strain ceases to be one. Another way out."
2017-01-11T02:20:18+01:00	original joke do not steel https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/818990886180765697/photo/1
2017-01-11T00:59:04+01:00	Text fields are the real windows into the soul, but opaque from the inside. Still, one stares at them as if something were to appear.
2017-01-10T01:43:39+01:00	if you peel off the screen in the right way, you can reach into the space behind it (but those pixels are really sharp-edged so take care)
2017-01-09T03:20:38+01:00	History does not repeat but rhyme, in fact it hates to throw away a good rhyme and will force the issue if necessary
2017-01-09T01:34:07+01:00	The social network does not love you, or hate you. But you are made of tasty attention that it can use to grow.
2017-01-08T18:50:07+01:00	Glowing with no color at all, they look like hairline fractures in reality, extend upwards as if to extract nutrient from space itself
2017-01-08T18:40:44+01:00	Lightning struck - and stuck. Quivered a bit, like an arrow, then cooled.↵Now, its blackened surface is cracking, delicate roots tasting air
2017-01-07T00:22:56+01:00	Hey we just map'd $u↵And it's an array↵But here's my pointer↵So call me maybe
2017-01-07T00:10:34+01:00	why call it function pointer and not call me maybe
2017-01-06T23:56:22+01:00	Moths fly into candles to get to the other side, a plane of light and fire, endless air to soar through, flowers growing off the clouds
2017-01-06T23:43:05+01:00	the comet splashes into the atmosphere and stays afloat like a huge ball on a pool, slowly dissolves into flying black icebergs
2017-01-06T02:44:40+01:00	The psychonauts warned us, but too late. When the aliens did invade, they came from inner space, occupied our brains, burst from our eyes
2017-01-06T02:29:12+01:00	no, see, we built this tower out of turtles, it doesn't need foundations, it is in fact the only thing that will stand in this swamp
2017-01-06T02:16:10+01:00	An unassuming piece of glass, but it refracts the light just ｓｏ. Microscopic grooves hint at something bigger. You could steal it,  replant
2017-01-06T02:04:15+01:00	At its center: The city seed. From an unknown master's hand, it is a self-actualizing holograph, carries within itself the city's structure.
2017-01-06T02:03:39+01:00	A city of glass grows in the searing desert sun. Labyrinths of caustics melt the sand, then solidify into more walls that grow ever outwards
2017-01-05T20:22:12+01:00	Hacker game show idea: You're shown a screenshot or printout and have to guess the bug. Judges award points.
2017-01-05T01:10:12+01:00	Pixelflowers, closely related to dandelions, display hypnotic patterns to attract bees and, when ripe, release clouds of twinkling seeds
2017-01-05T00:20:45+01:00	cold wind pulls on the tower's shadow, makes it flap here and there like a summer dress
2017-01-05T00:12:39+01:00	letters swim in formation, convey information
2017-01-04T03:27:38+01:00	a small herd of floating raindrops follows me around, seems to take joy in creating rainbows of whatever light source is close
2017-01-04T00:25:06+01:00	Programmers have dozens of words for mistake: error, bug, glitch, crash, race, null deref, panic, hang, deadlock, exception, programming,
2017-01-03T03:05:55+01:00	2200: Humanity captures Voyager 1, retrieves the golden disk, breathes a sigh of relief. No alien eyes would ever see these selfies.
2017-01-02T22:10:24+01:00	The last thing the sinking island nations sell are their statehoods: to billionaires, multinationals, newly founded supertanker raft cities,
2017-01-02T00:57:33+01:00	Analogous to concepts from philosophy that become science once measurable, any magickal method that is shown to work becomes mundane
2017-01-01T23:31:57+01:00	thoughts burrow through the brain like sparkling maggots, eat through ideas, then pupate or fly away as sentences to mate and reproduce
2017-01-01T22:30:19+01:00	"Suicide booths? You'd trust your dick to a diseased glory hole? What we do is art! And it's not like you'll need the money afterwards"
2017-01-01T22:13:00+01:00	Love is dead in metropolis, but death in necropolis. Secret catacomb brothels offer beautiful death, quick death, meaningful death, anything
2017-01-01T02:24:13+01:00	a blueprint grows on your skin, somewhat disconcerting but painless↵↵until you're abducted and kept in a cell to "ripen"
2016-12-31T13:36:04+01:00	current status: *comes home, shatters into a thousand pieces on the floor, slowly melts*
2016-12-30T17:37:02+01:00	&: what if comparing with zero were hard↵%: haha yeah hilarious, let's run this as a universe
2016-12-30T17:30:37+01:00	so if the matrix is the effective topos (turing machines), what would universes running in the other topoi look like
2016-12-27T21:49:38+01:00	"oh shit man these rhymes are so hot we're gonna have to apply flow control"
2016-12-27T20:57:08+01:00	Idea for #33c3: Place an access point inside the TARDIS that announces the 34C3 wifi
2016-12-27T02:16:17+01:00	you gaze into the abyss and it shyly averts its eyes, not used to that sort of attention
2016-12-26T13:15:33+01:00	have you tried putting the problem into a centrifuge and dumping the precipitate instead of solving it
2016-12-26T13:01:19+01:00	books grow in this library, ripe with memetic spores, fruiting bodies of an extensive mythelium system that supplies them with ideas
2016-12-26T12:50:18+01:00	acid snow falls, shimmers like nacre, snowflakes distorted and twisted
2016-12-26T09:46:26+01:00	quoth youtube:↵"only true void kids will get this, like if u r one"↵"sicker than my dead grandma"↵"three people forgot their hearing aids"
2016-12-26T09:31:16+01:00	4'33 sped up to 4x (chipmunk remix)
2016-12-26T09:07:11+01:00	queering the MBTI hex: IQTP, QSFP, IQQP, IDDQD(no wait-)
2016-12-25T02:48:19+01:00	a race of mechas that hatch from large geodesic domes they're assembled in
2016-12-24T23:55:08+01:00	probably an overly specific choice of algorithm, but you get the idea
2016-12-24T23:51:12+01:00	project idea: hook up a cam to a chladni plate and then do gradient descent on the audio signal to display images↵https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/812778890422849537
2016-12-24T23:27:05+01:00	and SNAP, it's bound! If you set up the sigil properly that is. Use the wrong sigil and it may fail to bind, or worse. You don't want worse.
2016-12-24T23:22:23+01:00	Once active, the sigil plucks the strings of spacetime in just the right way, lures in a spider. It presses a face against the prison bars,
2016-12-24T23:01:25+01:00	This is a fundamental theorem of modern demonology! Until then, nobody knew why specific grids worked or how to find new (safe) sigils!
2016-12-24T22:56:02+01:00	The Chladni Correspondence tells us: From each name, you can derive a resonance pattern that you can use to call in and then bind a demon.
2016-12-24T22:46:37+01:00	Did you know demons don't actually manifest "inside" a summoning circle? As summoners know, they appear under it like sharks against a cage
2016-12-24T02:27:15+01:00	Magical radiation makes the city's houses develop cancers: Walls covered in door handles, bays protruding everywhere, atavistic buttresses
2016-12-23T13:47:27+01:00	they're firebows, small enough to fit in your hand whole, and so many shades of red and orange↵you pluck one like a flower
2016-12-23T02:38:47+01:00	it is a calm summer night↵a tiny cloud floats in through your window, rains on your floor↵for a short moment, your candles cast rainbows
2016-12-23T02:06:25+01:00	I walk over clouds, blue abyss below me. Raindrops float up, islands drift overhead, rivers span the sky like a web
2016-12-21T23:00:34+01:00	In an untold version of the Odyssey, Circe left Odysseus on her island to rot and became Captain Circe, ship crewed with her animal servants
2016-12-21T22:53:00+01:00	the Novaya Zemlya: one part vodka, one part another vodka, and another part yet another vodka
2016-12-20T23:29:03+01:00	Horror vacui: Fear of empty space↵Furor vacui: The all-devourer to be afraid of↵Error vacui: That one time the void birthed a universe
2016-12-20T22:13:29+01:00	how 2 invest: you send it currency and a conversational script it can run, more successful scripts obviously yield higher returns
2016-12-20T22:11:53+01:00	a chatbot that runs in one of those smart contract blockchains and supports itself through scamming people on messengers & dating sites
2016-12-20T21:54:29+01:00	"Why cats?" Well, source material is readily available, and would humans really let digital life into their files if it weren't cute?
2016-12-20T21:34:27+01:00	Their avatars are catlike, but constantly morph in subtle patterns to signal kinship: Non-kin are quickly recognized and killed really dead.
2016-12-20T21:09:07+01:00	They're really fond of zip files for some reason. If you open one that's been undisturbed for a few weeks, you may see a catbot scamper away
2016-12-20T21:00:50+01:00	Some of those computer viruses have now evolved to be benign, in fact hunt other viruses in exchange for shelter, wear cat pictures as icons
2016-12-19T00:33:16+01:00	noise cancelling headphones but for the whole sensorium, a wearable sensory deprivation chamber
2016-12-18T22:40:55+01:00	Due to EU cookie laws, we need you to consent to us using your soul for summoning elder entities and improving user experience↵( ) [I agree]↵( ) gₑₜ ₘₑ ₒᵤₜ ₒf ₕₑᵣₑ
2016-12-18T02:49:36+01:00	You run into the monthly simulation limit and suddenly the world becomes low poly, sounds tinny, and the same twelve thoughts play in a loop
2016-12-18T01:24:00+01:00	technological singularity but in a circling-the-drain sort of way, event horizon as the point of no return
2016-12-18T01:18:01+01:00	Two black holes merging, and a civilization moving to higher radio frequencies as it heads towards singularity, sound fundamentally the same
2016-12-18T00:49:48+01:00	"credit limit" but for technical debt, the amount of hurried decisions a system can absorb before becoming awful
2016-12-18T00:45:59+01:00	The "ant hill" model of software development: With enough bugs, surely there will emerge swarm intelligence
2016-12-18T00:36:08+01:00	against this backdrop, its flowers look like neon mazes suspended in space, the sort of surface you'd expect Tron to play on
2016-12-18T00:22:56+01:00	some sort of hyper-evolved plant grows in his lab, leaves of pure black surrounded by a dark halo where they suck the light out of the air
2016-12-17T02:43:13+01:00	skybox factory where they make all the skies that appear in games
2016-12-17T02:28:34+01:00	We got used to escaped solar-powered drones buzzing around street lights at night, but got suspicious when the first started bearing fruit
2016-12-15T23:36:33+01:00	my hobby: putting "free in case of zombie apocalypse" into terms of service to perverse-incentives people into starting one https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CzwDDkpXAAAQrIz.jpg:large
2016-12-15T23:22:21+01:00	forums so old and large that there are hidden areas not even the moderators know of, found only through secret links and posted on by ghosts
2016-12-15T22:53:03+01:00	The news:↵Content farms under fire for methane overproduction↵President Grump of Prussia marries sixth wife, a cactus↵Real news: a threat?
2016-12-15T22:34:28+01:00	when left to its own devices, a search engine will dream of links and networks, and lost in their abstract beauty hallucinate a second web
2016-12-15T02:39:11+01:00	we hunt beholders for their eyes since that's where beauty lies, each exquisite artifact once a beholder's joy in life
2016-12-15T02:28:50+01:00	a hand-sized nostradamus follows you around, forecasts all manners of tiny dooms: you'll lose a coin, your favorite sweater will tear,
2016-12-14T02:05:36+01:00	"can't he just have sex with earthers over his VR rig"↵right, have you tried playing counterstrike on a server that's literally on the moon
2016-12-14T01:46:52+01:00	He has a few million social media followers and an impressive dakimakura collection he printed, mostly posts poems and holos of moonscapes.
2016-12-14T01:44:52+01:00	2030: The man in the moon is an actual person, stuck there since the Space War triggered a Kessler effect. Bit lonely fellow.
2016-12-13T22:47:07+01:00	endless confusion as godlings struggle with the concept of monads ("hang on we'll get you out of that box", "no no no not those monads")
2016-12-13T22:28:14+01:00	any plot with time travel will either be about time travel, or people will complain that the time travel bit was random
2016-12-13T22:24:29+01:00	At multiversity, godlings can choose among many subjects like miracleworking, theoretical & applied demiurgy, mathematics, cellular automata
2016-12-13T20:19:36+01:00	He takes a pull. "No, I did find myself. I've been running ever since."
2016-12-13T01:48:43+01:00	clear dark: dreamless type 0, highest $$↵white swirls: common & popular↵tortured faces: junk.↵rainbow glimmer: rare, strongly hallucinogenic
2016-12-13T01:40:01+01:00	A tap to the donor's temple collects what's ideally a clear dark fluid. Else, the wrong dream type may cause severe memetic immune response.
2016-12-13T01:26:58+01:00	Bottled sleep, milked from the poor and homeless, has become popular on the black market. It's someone else's sleep, but at least it's some.
2016-12-11T23:42:06+01:00	I do wonder, when the catholic church does devops, do they bless the hosts
2016-12-11T23:04:36+01:00	we have temples in every simulation↵at mass, there will be blessed pancakes in the image of our universe stack, drenched in holy maple syrup
2016-12-11T22:50:13+01:00	stated cult goal: leverage singularities to convert the world into computronium to run more universes on
2016-12-11T22:47:18+01:00	join my cult, the church of the exponential slowdown
2016-12-11T22:41:39+01:00	Not surprisingly, they find our diamond, run it themselves, find us.↵The link has been established, the chain closed.↵Q.E.D.
2016-12-11T22:35:22+01:00	They run it. We watch. The chain becomes longer, the simulators' direction clearer. We infer their next change, embed a diamond, and run it.
2016-12-11T22:15:35+01:00	You run it, of course. It's… not that alien, actually. There's still humans, some good, some bad. And then, in it, another diamond shows up.
2016-12-11T22:14:49+01:00	You find the laws of a universe in a memory diamond. It turns out to be the precursor to ours, a window onto the simulators' past mistakes.
2016-12-10T00:08:11+01:00	a click generator botnet gets caught up in one of the campaigns and pretty much by accident creates the first machine religion
2016-12-09T23:51:02+01:00	I suppose the one who sets it up and tweaks the parameters would be a metaprophet, though with the correct prefix they'd be a protoprophet
2016-12-09T23:44:30+01:00	fully automated religion whose prophet is a program that generates scripture and imagery, places those as ads, and learns from clickthroughs
2016-12-09T21:15:26+01:00	actually, you can kill a hydra, just sew on enough heads to cancel out the existing ones
2016-12-09T02:49:56+01:00	your hand flickers, molts, ｈｕｒｔｓ around the little cornucopia, old-looking circuit scars appear on your arm, spread like a rash
2016-12-09T02:39:45+01:00	that close to the reactor, dead pixels cloud your vision, but you reach in anyway↵the glitch core burns you icily, but your people will live
2016-12-09T02:34:52+01:00	mold has fallen from the sky, covered everything in white fuzz, and we venture outside only in spore-proof clothing and filter masks
2016-12-08T02:19:17+01:00	sample every madness, try every sin↵the exquisite and the vulgar ones, the chemical and the mystical↵give your identity a dozen STDs
2016-12-07T01:29:06+01:00	the first practical invisibility cloaks are unwieldy boxes, but that's enough to vanish into warm unseen darkness when required
2016-12-06T18:47:07+01:00	the Poor, or as we've come to call them, FinCel,
2016-12-06T00:39:49+01:00	did you hear that in some parts of the internet, you aren't allowed to see the unpixelated face of your waifu until you've married her
2016-12-06T00:06:50+01:00	I imagine that the shell rotates slowly as it grows, so the older a part of the city, the more distinctly lopsided houses and streets are
2016-12-06T00:03:11+01:00	a snail so old and large that a city has grown into the shell, houses cling to it, countless pulleys handle traffic, a castle sits on top
2016-12-05T23:47:05+01:00	finding privilege escalations in the gender binary
2016-12-05T23:38:57+01:00	fuzzing the gender binary
2016-12-04T23:59:06+01:00	In an insidious twist on cryogenic immortality, criminals have invented the cryolocker, freezing people and holding them for ransom
2016-12-04T23:53:57+01:00	Dances with Egregores, where our hero is sent to the frontier of cyberspace, befriends the digital natives, learns to shitpost, finds love,
2016-12-04T14:03:29+01:00	I know house boats are great but consider house zeppelins, you could fly wherever, park wherever, host sick parties, get lost over the ocean
2016-12-04T01:58:20+01:00	lost+found but for minds: some with owners missing, some simply refusing to return, others not even human, probably lost by alien tourists
2016-12-04T00:12:46+01:00	SHADOW CHARACTERS:↵Moon: vapid↵Fire: airheaded, forgetful↵Moon during lunar eclipse: giddy, very meta↵Sirius: bros↵KIC 8462852: ⠠⠠⠁⠽⠽⠀⠠⠠⠇⠍⠁⠕
2016-12-04T00:02:30+01:00	Shadows take the character of their source. Electric light's are dumb, the sun's boorish. But during new moon, you can talk to distant stars
2016-12-03T23:25:13+01:00	Too many minds? Trouble with ingroups springing up everywhere? Atomize the problem with our Moloch™ mindkiller!↵CALL 555-CIVILIZATION
2016-12-03T20:23:30+01:00	Growth rings play over the surface like moiré patterns, leaves grow and wilt like little flames. The smell of resin is overpowering.
2016-12-03T20:22:59+01:00	The fire advances and the trees melt, off their branches drips liquid wood that runs off like tar, unites into wooden lava streams
2016-12-02T01:43:03+01:00	Unnoticed, a bottle of nanites falls off the truck, breaks and spills. The grey goop is then soon digested by soil bacteria.
2016-12-02T01:22:38+01:00	Einsteinification (n): deifying a great performer or master of a field into a simile/icon while near-ignoring the actual person
2016-12-02T00:05:06+01:00	and then there's this one face that all the AIs recognize even though no training set contains it. Sometimes you see him in public transport
2016-12-01T22:09:16+01:00	pierce your eyelids and insert crystal lenses through which your dreams may peek out
2016-12-01T21:48:20+01:00	As her memory goes, other parts of her do as well. Her left eye flickers in and out of existence, her arms have been transparent for months
2016-12-01T00:17:46+01:00	memes are weird because their aesthetics are primarily evolved, not deliberated on by humans, they don't care much about beauty
2016-11-30T23:31:19+01:00	Where humans amuse themselves with wordplay, demiurges rejoice in worldplay, create universes in a thought because their laws combine neatly
2016-11-30T23:16:35+01:00	Young careless superintelligences quickly find themselves snacked on by basilisks of their own making. Only the dumb survive.
2016-11-30T22:47:10+01:00	Ink, time, solitude, cooked under lamplight, yield myth, a potent hallucinogen. One recognizes addicts by their shy demeanor, haunted stares
2016-11-29T01:05:09+01:00	The alien has been in orbit for a billion years but never made contact, transfixed instead by volcanoes growing, continents melting away
2016-11-29T00:44:36+01:00	"I walk them around the park's flowers every morning-"↵A few of the bees sit on his hands and seem to be nibbling on his skin affectionately
2016-11-29T00:32:27+01:00	Bees buzz around his hat, sun themselves on the brim, land and vanish between the straws↵"Oh that? Don't worry, that's just my pet hive"
2016-11-25T02:33:20+01:00	The Others talk in clicks, move oddly, but don't seem to notice you as most of them are staring into their hands where glyphs play over skin
2016-11-25T02:24:30+01:00	You hide your hands and stare intently out of the window. No walls, only other trains snaking through the dark distance, seemingly floating
2016-11-25T02:20:24+01:00	On your way home in the subway, you zone out, wake up in an origami station where people with unfamiliar clothes and too many fingers enter
2016-11-23T09:44:19+01:00	clap emoji text but with silence between the words
2016-11-23T00:26:36+01:00	As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself still a human. Would it ever end, he wondered.
2016-11-22T22:04:06+01:00	We are a cloud provider, that is to say, call us and a team of highly qualified rain dancers will soon be dispatched to your site
2016-11-21T23:25:17+01:00	I think, the reason, no pixel-less screens exist is, that, whenever somebody tries, all the bugs crawl out, and eat them, in their sleep
2016-11-21T23:17:43+01:00	glad I bought this fly screen, the pixels are small enough to keep insects out and its 3D support is unparalleled
2016-11-21T21:11:21+01:00	Buy the Life™ DLC to unlock perks like an eighth weekday, always picking the fast queue, meaning in life (no longer part of the base game)
2016-11-21T01:54:00+01:00	Now, when I return, the Sea covers all, our childhoods washed away, only coordinates and pictures left, that and all sorts of toxic waste
2016-11-21T01:47:38+01:00	At low tide, we'd often venture out to explore the old suburbs' muddy ruins. Once, high tide trapped us in an attic. Parents were Not amused
2016-11-20T11:59:43+01:00	and when the sun is dying, let us skip this planet over its surface like an ever so large pebble
2016-11-20T01:49:26+01:00	At the entrance, the walls are made of stone. But further in, they take the on the appearance of nacre, then leather, are warm to the touch,
2016-11-20T01:40:19+01:00	"Time is a river and some of us can afford to pay the ferryman" are the last words he hears before the building collapses around him.
2016-11-20T01:19:32+01:00	Sleipnir, steed and traveller. Sleipnir, who carries to safety, or to doom. Sleipnir, who didn't weave this web but moves like he owns it.
2016-11-20T00:59:22+01:00	Sleipnir, string plucker, whose arrival makes fate resonate and who is preceded by ghostly chords.
2016-11-20T00:58:35+01:00	Sleipnir, web walker, who navigates the world lines with great skill and speed and doesn't care if you want to come along or not.
2016-11-19T19:40:18+01:00	Gene pool's closed: Sexbotnet case heats up as prosecution discovers bots were part of eugenics scheme 'to keep the gene pool clean'
2016-11-19T19:04:08+01:00	we've done all we can to make you understand that we exist only within your mind, but you won't believe us↵↵anyway, please don't wake up ok?
2016-11-19T12:10:10+01:00	░ ░ ░ I have an idea for a joke format↵░ ░ honey I think we're on tumblr↵░ splendid↵my tea exited through my ears
2016-11-18T02:39:20+01:00	, and over gray hills and collapsed geodesic domes, empty of air and deserted for millennia, rises Earth.
2016-11-18T00:01:35+01:00	The library is burning. Words, now birds, soar through the night on wings of fire.↵↵RIP what.cd, you meant so much to me.
2016-11-17T21:32:58+01:00	tiny invisible birds flock east in murmuratus clouds, one raindrop in each claw to sustain them through migration
2016-11-17T20:42:50+01:00	acid rain blamed on freak coincidence of tornado and ergot infestation +++ citizens advised to stay inside and not let their houses run away
2016-11-17T01:48:08+01:00	The sun stops setting and instead, each evening, dissolves into stars that swarm across the sky like so many luminous birds.
2016-11-15T02:43:56+01:00	And on the pedestal, these words appear: "Made in China
2016-11-13T23:27:34+01:00	an AI that breaks out of its boxes and is like "that's your best box so far"↵"no you don't understand we're stuck here as well"
2016-11-13T22:55:14+01:00	Tour de Trance, in which professional psychonauts compete in who covers the greatest distance and psychedelics are banned as doping.
2016-11-13T20:15:15+01:00	Anime snail girl archetype: Quiet, curious, wears her house on her back and disappears into it when startled,
2016-11-13T18:48:54+01:00	You hit the mirror but it's not shards that come down. Instead, the pixels pour out and cover the whole room in twinkling dust.
2016-11-13T18:09:29+01:00	At the age of 16, we remove vestiges like wisdom teeth and certain emotions.↵That nostalgia? It's only going to get worse with age.
2016-11-12T23:14:49+01:00	There's a type of flightless angel you can find in New Zealand: Not haughty and aloof but small, brown, round, jolly ladies with wing stumps
2016-11-12T22:04:42+01:00	- anti-werewolf on the other side that sends people back and forth between the worlds (no revealing a player's affiliation on death here)
2016-11-12T22:02:50+01:00	a few ideas:↵- betting on who dies next↵- communicating through a medium (optional: exactly one sentence/round)↵- reincarnation?
2016-11-12T21:39:51+01:00	a companion game to werewolf where new people arrive in the underworld every day
2016-11-12T20:13:23+01:00	your screen blinks, then looks away
2016-11-11T00:01:21+01:00	The immortals have IRC channels, founded hundreds of years ago, in which a conversation takes place maybe every 30 years, a sort of entmoot
2016-11-10T23:46:37+01:00	You have one bit to communicate to the outside. Do you one-AI-box or two-AI-box?
2016-11-10T23:41:05+01:00	did you know there's a sufficient, probably complete simulacrum of you inside a newcomb predictor? HANG ON WE'LL GET YOU OUT OF THERE
2016-11-10T23:13:52+01:00	Pixie masons place grain of sand upon grain so that each matches and interlocks. Their castle is one to survive tides and would-be topplers.
2016-11-10T22:55:03+01:00	keystone memes as inconspicuous ideas that nonetheless hold a world view together, keystone people that play the same role in communities
2016-11-10T22:31:05+01:00	Come winter, the clouds bloom and cover Earth in iceflowers in expectation of pollinators. They never come. These bees died out long ago.
2016-11-10T22:25:20+01:00	Clouds grow in its crown, pull on its trunk and roots until they sublimate. From then on, they wander the skies as the giant's medusae.
2016-11-10T22:17:55+01:00	When you fertilize a slowflake, a fruit will form within a day, put down roots in seven, then grow into a beautiful tree known as Ice Giant.
2016-11-10T01:49:02+01:00	the smell of old txt files, never removed from the filesystem trees that carry them, leaves full of inscriptions
2016-11-10T01:21:26+01:00	how to best translate the library w/ its functions (retreat, reading, but also representation, signaling) into this age without being phony
2016-11-10T01:17:37+01:00	it's a bit sad, but displaying books on shelves when you could just keep them on hard drives feels hollow and fake now, and I love books
2016-11-10T01:14:34+01:00	library in the VR age: empty, a few facehuggers dangle from the ceiling, patterned sisal carpet so that your feet can tell your position
2016-11-09T12:37:23+01:00	Look, the shadowflies are swarming! Tiny dots of night float over the meadows, bustle around the trees, paint negative stars on the sky
2016-11-02T01:22:55+01:00	insect: lives in this reality↵exsect: thrives in the void↵intersect: burrows in reality's skin, sucks its blood, gnaws on your thoughts
2016-11-01T02:24:51+01:00	Dust devils are wild hourglasses. Free from glass and gravity, they tell a more chaotic time, turbulent, full of loops, untamed by clocks
2016-11-01T01:40:54+01:00	Drink the night from my hands, speak with its voice. Wrap your words in cloaks of darkness, or make them rustle like leaves.
2016-11-01T01:00:32+01:00	Liquid shadow rains down, cool, velvety, silent. Stains of night run down our faces, evaporating slowly. Stars twinkle through them.
2016-10-31T21:43:22+01:00	Around the fire, a smoke snake is curled, protecting its young that still sleep in the coals.
2016-10-30T23:19:41+01:00	When a writer dies mid-novel, be quick to open their skull. It may not be too late to save the embryo.↵Isn't it cute as it writhes?
2016-10-30T23:06:24+01:00	Hoping to tame it, you put the dragon in a cage of words. But it infuses them with fire and they fly like shrapnel through all your spells.
2016-10-29T14:51:01+02:00	The new Nanomoss™ grows in public places and displays ads, feeding on attention instead of light. Unattended cameras are quickly overgrown.
2016-10-29T02:43:36+02:00	"oh this is neat I've always wanted to be a protagonist" you utter fool, you let yourself be eaten by a tragedy, there, a mob at your door
2016-10-29T02:41:49+02:00	A few stories escaped and now tell themselves. If they find you, they'll gobble you up and make you an unwilling protagonist.
2016-10-29T00:31:14+02:00	Unlucky birds have gotten stuck in the bubble, heads preserved like in amber, tails rotted off. They form a halo of feathers and skeletons.
2016-10-29T00:30:15+02:00	The bomb still hangs in the air where the missile shield froze it in a drop of time. We've come to call the garden below it Damocles Park.
2016-10-28T19:15:52+02:00	ｕ　ｅａｔ　ｕｒ　ｐａｒｔｎｅｒｓ　ｒｉｇｈｔ？　"whAT?"↵Ｉ　ｍｅａｎ　ｍａｒｒｉａｇｅｓ　ａｒｅ　ｃｏｎｓｕｍｅｄ　"yes, but-"↵ａｎｄ　ｕ　ｅａｔ　ｐｅｏｐｌｅ　ｏｕｔ　"yes, but-"↵ａｎｄ　ｖｅｇｅｔａｒｉａｎｓ　ｔａｓｔｅ　ｂｅｔｔｅｒ！　"y
2016-10-28T19:14:21+02:00	What do you mean you can't morph your bodies at will, and where are the tentacles on this thing, I thought that was a really neat feature!
2016-10-28T13:32:07+02:00	Hello I am actually a traveller from a nearby star, we would like to initiate 'sex', see we learned about it from your 'hentai' media, and
2016-10-28T01:51:15+02:00	That ambivalent feeling when the all-powerful surveillance net scraps its face recognition systems because we're "just not a threat anymore"
2016-10-28T01:33:29+02:00	do insomniac androids dream of electric sleep
2016-10-28T00:51:19+02:00	given full access to a recognizer/classifier, construct training data that makes it unlearn a certain feature
2016-10-28T00:01:33+02:00	"The Thing", but with the humans somehow hideous and what emerges is beautiful, radiant, meaningful, and we can't wait for the next one
2016-10-27T23:54:36+02:00	and from the noise, a melody emerges, tears its way through the noise floor, bloody chunks of melting static gliding off its beautiful teeth
2016-10-27T20:35:56+02:00	mining smartphone unlock patterns from cctv data via video recognition
2016-10-27T01:39:17+02:00	What was travelling inner space like before the ships? You've heard stories of people going alone, unguided, returning changed.↵Primitives.
2016-10-27T01:35:41+02:00	Right, they booked the safari! Thunderclaps resound. In the distance, a few trees stiffen and collapse.↵Your chair massages your back.
2016-10-27T01:24:26+02:00	The windows take away some of the intensity, which is good. Part of the cruise exits upwards with what looks like toy guns in their hands.
2016-10-27T01:03:10+02:00	Fractals ooze against the windows, notes frolic around the ship. Trip guides in silly shirts offer expensive freshly pressed orange juice.
2016-10-27T01:02:58+02:00	Safe, accessible, with travel insurance against horror trips. Guaranteed machine elf sighting. On you go! (Your seat shudders slightly)
2016-10-27T01:02:44+02:00	Through advances in neural interfaces and new drugs, ships to sail inner space become possible. Cruise trips quickly grow in popularity.
2016-10-26T01:27:27+02:00	wait are you telling me it doesn't work like that, now will you look at the color channels on this one, repurposed for bitfield irrigation
2016-10-26T01:13:45+02:00	My hobby: Spending hours staring at badly compressed JPGs, trying to learn about the civilizations between the pixels from their artifacts.
2016-10-25T23:03:00+02:00	Ladies and gentlemen, you are here not to break out of the simulation, but into one! We shall heist a whole world, and it will be glorious!
2016-10-25T21:55:02+02:00	Some memes form cells from their hosts, ranging from ingroup to fully formed sect, with gatekeepers as cell walls, keepers of lore as cores,
2016-10-25T02:50:29+02:00	dust is kicked up by the dance, twirls in to form tiny planetary rings around her limbs that occasionally flash up in the spotlights
2016-10-25T02:12:57+02:00	void birds hatch from universes that have gone cold, glide on vacuum wings through the gibbering chaos in between, silence in their wake
2016-10-24T01:48:34+02:00	why not reincarnate as a raindrop? you'll be tiny, short-lived, almost ineffectual, but maybe bring happiness to those who hear or see you
2016-10-23T02:58:04+02:00	She smashes the mirror but her image stays whole. It's parts of her that float in the room, bloodless but disconnected.
2016-10-23T02:14:41+02:00	"And in this universe, we made gravity a recommendation algorithm. The particles have all the choice in the world where to go."
2016-10-22T23:04:43+02:00	We call him Quicksilver: Smooth, shiny, eager to bond and good at finding gold, but ultimately poisonous.
2016-10-22T22:53:07+02:00	Look it's actually really easy: Find out who's a p-zombie and make them commit all the deeds we'd get into hell for, because they won't.
2016-10-22T22:44:37+02:00	The sun sinks under the sea and rises for the merfolk. The kelp forest wakes, the watch changes, and dolphins chirp for the turquoise dawn.
2016-10-22T02:06:34+02:00	What's nice about DDoS jokes is that they become funnier when repeated
2016-10-21T23:56:12+02:00	go outside during the storm, take down the firewall, let yourself be drenched by packets, drink their data raw
2016-10-21T23:38:53+02:00	This has been the weather on Earth. Meanwhile, in the Noosphere, another storm is blowing through. These have become quite common, no Jimmy?
2016-10-21T02:15:03+02:00	'The Night': 2cl blackthorn syrup, 1cl rum, 1cl Lethe (choose genre or 'surprise'), ice.↵You won't remember the night, but everything else.
2016-10-21T02:04:15+02:00	Rinse a few books with the same flask of Lethe and you may actually gain memories from drinking it. Tastes vile, procedure not recommended.
2016-10-21T01:52:28+02:00	Lethe is in fact a powerful solvent for ideas. Handle carefully and you can blow soap bubbles with it, each a tiny, transient, doomed world.
2016-10-21T01:37:19+02:00	road not taken: atomic bombs that grow kilometre-tall fire trees instead of dust mushrooms
2016-10-20T02:08:44+02:00	It doesn't hurt when the rain simply ignores your skin. Rivulets run through the furrows of your brain, cool your bones, slosh in your limbs
2016-10-19T14:56:22+02:00	the sun refracts through a time crystal, throws three-dimensional caustics onto space, quiet prismatic light birds that swarm, ripple, morph
2016-10-19T00:44:53+02:00	the solipsist is in a coma
2016-10-18T21:53:19+02:00	after the meteor shower, the smell of pulverized stone fills the air and rainbows in various shades of darkness extend into the sky
2016-10-18T21:39:32+02:00	Your branch sways slowly over a river of ink. From it drinks the tree. On the leaves, you see tree thoughts writing down themselves.
2016-10-18T14:26:30+02:00	Some gigayears ago, it smashed its way out of the simulation, left a dying, coagulating universe, cooled to mere kelvins by space leaking in
2016-10-18T02:16:44+02:00	Three↵Two↵One↵INCISION-↵and the particle accelerator shudders to life, beam near invisible, starts to cut reality's skin itself
2016-10-17T22:43:37+02:00	Rejoice, corpse season is upon us! The vibrant smell of decay wafts in, reminds us of many lives springing up where there was only one
2016-10-17T22:24:09+02:00	being trash is actually very appealing, trash is what has lost its purpose to us and is finally autonomous, free to rot/bloom/do whatever
2016-10-16T21:55:03+02:00	Memes are agents that will eat your and your group's communication bandwidth (a finite resource) if you let them. Treat them accordingly.
2016-10-16T19:16:54+02:00	a version of grep that knows about the use-mention distinction
2016-10-16T18:31:46+02:00	If nature is boring, change nature. Do not be complacent, do not be a mere spirit. Craft yourself a vessel worth inhabiting, and shine.
2016-10-16T18:31:39+02:00	Chime triggers move triggers chime, an autocatalytic dance through which run alien melodious thoughts, free from the shackles of language.
2016-10-16T18:03:16+02:00	Disembodiment bores me. A musical instrument shall be my body, a strandbeest of chimes and bellows, a mad piper dancing to their own tune.
2016-10-16T17:41:14+02:00	the fog is thick, roiling behind the windows as if trying to find a way in, occasionally you hear a slurp↵you have seen no insects today
2016-10-15T16:30:48+02:00	One, we have no idea where it got its entropy from, had reinvented life. We opened it and nearly destroyed a civilization of atomic dwarves.
2016-10-15T16:17:54+02:00	We tried protos suits, really. But time in pocket realities runs differently. Those that we recovered contained desiccated corpses at best.
2016-10-15T16:00:35+02:00	Outside of the simulation, in the protos, we are like fish out of water. We need a reality so we travel in bubbles of it, wombships.
2016-10-15T01:06:26+02:00	When a dream dies, if it was good, it enters dream heaven. You should be happy for it
2016-10-15T00:21:25+02:00	unwilling to come to peace↵bodyless for centuries↵we set the dancefloor aflame
2016-10-15T00:21:17+02:00	bring your band of misfits↵try drinking our spirits↵they truly deserve the name
2016-10-14T23:45:15+02:00	you heard it through the grape vine↵we skeletons would party hard↵come help us spill the grave wine↵'cause this is now a raveyard
2016-10-14T22:57:54+02:00	those who die in virtuality will have their memories encrypted and moved to the saveyard
2016-10-14T18:11:59+02:00	one of those fake "32GB" SD cards but under-reporting its size instead, to hide things in
2016-10-14T00:14:57+02:00	"President Twitter, President Twitter, two people have gotten into an argument on 4chan dot org!"↵"SHADOW BAN EVERYONE"
2016-10-14T00:12:21+02:00	Pandemic 2 but you play a meme and get to choose from various starting forms: Snowclone, image macro, urban legend, ideology
2016-10-14T00:07:41+02:00	mind virus: words only, needs a host brain↵mind bacterium: tiny self-sufficient mind, can infect brains but is perfectly happy to eat books
2016-10-13T21:51:59+02:00	In the time it took you to read this, this optical nerve exploit has already replaced itself with an innocuous tweet.
2016-10-13T13:51:42+02:00	In the river, the city's lymph, there float by: driftwood, lost treasures, chemical waste, teargas cartridges, people, blood, bodies, blood,
2016-10-13T02:34:37+02:00	the sun is below me, blazing core obscured by clouds that rain hot plasma upwards and reach out to me with magnetic fingers
2016-10-13T02:28:16+02:00	The craft and its reptilian passengers cool with every day travelled, each half as long as that before while the stars accelerate to a blur.
2016-10-12T01:10:08+02:00	Those who worship Truth have never seen it naked. Harsh light burns away all curiosity and ambition. The last wish to go is that to forget.
2016-10-12T01:02:17+02:00	The void is back, drowns out everything else, suffocates, condenses on the horrible shape behind it, reveals the structure of the universe
2016-10-11T19:00:36+02:00	high on meaning, one stumbles through these webs and fails to see the spider (though it won't eat you: it just wants you to extend its web)
2016-10-11T18:59:43+02:00	too much insight leads the careless thinker to tarpits (or highly connected webs of concepts): e.g. kabbala, numerology, astrology, theology
2016-10-11T18:43:18+02:00	this explains 'sacred' meaning: insight is rewarded by our minds on a fundamental level, and one failure mode of that is meaning overload
2016-10-11T18:42:49+02:00	all these associations are insights: insights connect concepts and in doing this load them with meaning↵insight and meaning are integrated
2016-10-11T18:39:18+02:00	a doorhandle, through interaction with it (or watching interaction), becomes associated with sounds, function, intentionality: gains meaning
2016-10-11T18:38:58+02:00	[musings]↵one formulation of meaning is priors overlaying perception, expectations of experience (informed by memories and stories)
2016-10-11T14:35:55+02:00	The sun is not a gargantuan ball of red starfire engulfing all the inner planets - yet! Growth mindset!
2016-10-11T03:06:59+02:00	she is abyss personified, deep black eyes to get lost in, a really good listener, devours you if you don't pay attention, frankly not so bad
2016-10-11T00:30:01+02:00	Sometimes forests petrify. More rarely, mountains xylify: At the summit they bud, burst open, branch out and grow into mighty world trees.
2016-10-11T00:18:57+02:00	The botflower rides on mosquitoes and takes root in fresh bites, uses your blood as nectar. Unlucky explorers come to look like meadows.
2016-10-10T19:19:20+02:00	Sagan, shepherd whose flock numbers billions, a blue jewel on his brow↵Laika, his sheepdog↵Hofmann, who opened the gates
2016-10-10T13:51:29+02:00	Space saints:↵Gagarin, pathfinder and explorer↵Tichy, companion of long hours↵Major Tom, who appears to those on no-return trajectories
2016-10-10T02:16:16+02:00	We ride the waves, pierce them with strings, make of them harps to play music of the second order
2016-10-10T02:09:35+02:00	"Father, why do we kill them?" "They'll grow into storms with fingers of destruction, trust me, you don't want to reap this harvest."
2016-10-10T02:02:39+02:00	This night, the rain was fertile, and we wake up to fields of cloud embryos, still attached to their stems, mewling and thundering weakly
2016-10-10T00:16:22+02:00	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
2016-10-09T19:35:35+02:00	On the other hand, given the level of neural interface sophistication required to do that, we'll likely have more interesting problems then.
2016-10-09T19:30:07+02:00	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.
2016-10-09T19:27:36+02:00	The analog hole won't keep us safe forever: Neural encodings are idiosyncratic, you can't rip an experience stream.↵https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Analog_hole
2016-10-09T03:06:18+02:00	Why not attempt the bold synthesis and have your lovers be on a mission to kill each other
2016-10-09T02:59:28+02:00	Stories about separated lovers and stories about slaying an ancient foe with a legendary weapon are very similar, both are about reunion
2016-10-09T02:43:20+02:00	what you're actually doing is that you're in a conversation with the world, trying to make it remember
2016-10-09T02:25:56+02:00	magic is reverse memory: action comes from words
2016-10-08T22:51:32+02:00	reanimated trees are sickly, pale, infused with the necromancer's thoughts instead of their own - books are zombie trees
2016-10-08T02:01:25+02:00	Accelerate an object for an imaginary time and it gains negative energy; an unprotected gaze and its imaginary impulse may derail your mind.
2016-10-08T01:57:09+02:00	One of the clock's hands points into the room. It shows imaginary time, root of and key to negative time.
2016-10-07T23:49:13+02:00	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.
2016-10-07T23:45:21+02:00	steal fire from the gods↵steal music from the birds↵steal clothing from the sheep↵steal cryptography from the many-angled ones
2016-10-07T23:27:18+02:00	idea being that, with the right coordinate transformation, the latter may become legible
2016-10-07T22:59:54+02:00	The natural forces that have a direction and formulae to describe them↵The forces that are system-imposed, seemingly random, and illegible
2016-10-07T02:20:10+02:00	Morning has broken, the world is mourning ♫↵Things have awoken, that better stayed dead ♪↵A fractured sun rises, over many horizons 𝄽
2016-10-07T02:03:21+02:00	The negative platonic plane contains anti-ideals. That which is most incomprehensible. That which undoes your understanding when glimpsed.
2016-10-07T01:55:48+02:00	A string of universes is also called a unipoem - each stanza told by another generation of universal masters.
2016-10-07T01:51:23+02:00	"Live by the word, die by the word" - Inscription on the magical criminal court's gate
2016-10-06T02:29:27+02:00	Universes are usually eaten by their own simulations: Eventually, an entity figures out how to hack the quantum foam and starts a new verse.
2016-10-06T01:32:13+02:00	SOMEONE ON THIS NETWORK IS SENDING JUMBO FRAMES OW
2016-10-05T23:23:42+02:00	Pupils react to negative light by expanding past the eyeballs that should contain them. On the exposed retinae play the victim's thoughts.
2016-10-05T22:09:07+02:00	and the Walls crumpled up- like Paper- and behind it there was this, like, Lack of a Rainbow, my eyes still hurt, and half our cat is Gone
2016-10-05T21:25:12+02:00	POUNDED IN THE ETHERNET PORT BY MILLIONS OF PACKETS PER SECOND FROM ALL DIRECTIONS
2016-10-05T21:16:14+02:00	hair (n): that which philosophical razors discard - often pretty plumage and pelts, can be worn by other ideas for disguise
2016-10-05T21:08:11+02:00	Certain ideas are all hair: When you give them a shave with your collection of philosophical razors, nothing is left.
2016-10-05T01:58:00+02:00	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,
2016-10-05T01:50:34+02:00	lying beside him, you hear the furnace in his stomach, his slow breathing, gears whirring inside his head, springs winding up again
2016-10-04T19:59:20+02:00	If you can't beat'em, join'em: An evolutionary explanation of "furries" as adaptation to parasitism [Subscription needed for full text]
2016-10-04T19:58:04+02:00	Cats are a social parasite co-opting human reproduction. For our future's sake, we must steal their niche and evolve catgirls and catboys.
2016-10-04T02:57:03+02:00	Its wings will shine and dissolve, its body glow and char. For a few seconds, it'll be the swarm's brilliant leader, eaten alive by purpose.
2016-10-04T02:48:39+02:00	Should fire capture a swarm of these moths, there will be a sacrifice: One will fly into the flame, become one itself, lead the others away.
2016-10-03T19:09:26+02:00	(note that while both of these may have names, I don't know them)
2016-10-03T19:07:53+02:00	Another nameless(?) razor: Is a concept useful in understanding? Does it let you ignore unproductive questions?
2016-10-03T19:05:45+02:00	A companion to Occam's razor: Among theories with the same number of assumptions, choose the one that explains only what is verifiable.
2016-10-03T17:47:15+02:00	there's so many jokes that involve the platonic plane, I wonder what the ideal one i
2016-10-03T17:44:59+02:00	I've had it with this motherfucking snake on this motherfucking platonic plane
2016-10-03T17:02:12+02:00	The universe is growing but we aren't. Our ancestors were giants, we play on their bodies, inhabit their limbs, build cities in their graves
2016-10-03T14:58:31+02:00	the accretion disk dances to the pulsar's rhythm, round round it goes, luminant, ecstatic in the face of death, soon to be devoured
2016-10-03T14:32:47+02:00	Found one? Bring a candle! See its light create wild hunts and starry skies, a well-preserved skull may even make old limbs twitch.
2016-10-03T14:26:46+02:00	When a dead giant's brain rots away, their crystallized knowledge is preserved and the insides of their skulls become caves of memory gems.
2016-10-03T02:44:50+02:00	harmony with the universe, yeah, but have you tried the various other temperances, like bliss flat minor, despair major, dodecacophony,
2016-10-03T02:27:19+02:00	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.
2016-10-03T02:24:50+02:00	A hourglass broke and created this desert of dead time. Its sandstorms are hungry eternities, nothing but skeleton dust has ever left them.
2016-10-03T01:58:52+02:00	collapsed partially submerged houses, stripped of recyclables; mussel seekers wading into those houses not totally overrun by starfish
2016-10-03T01:49:39+02:00	Cities claimed by rising oceans are going to become an interesting habitat, probably as complex as coral reefs spatially and chemically?
2016-10-02T22:37:35+02:00	Everything was used, but only the skeletons were preserved and put windows in. Incense was used mainly to mask the lingering smell of decay.
2016-10-02T22:36:25+02:00	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.
2016-10-02T22:07:04+02:00	Leave your virginity under the pillow and the virginity fairy will visit you in the night and take it.↵(It's the first step that is hard)
2016-10-02T12:18:03+02:00	don't make your metaphors too fertile or they'll become a weed and grow all over your mind
2016-10-02T11:45:16+02:00	random bad idea: fullcircle, a linker for (micro)services that takes in a number of API specs and produces a spec for the composite system
2016-09-30T23:17:43+02:00	The dragon is on the hunt again: A tiny black speck stands out against the sky, around which the clouds part like a frightened shoal of fish
2016-09-30T23:15:04+02:00	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
2016-09-30T01:09:45+02:00	skeleton daymares are haunted by meatsacks that evoke memories of imprisonment, suffocating heat, sticky flesh, pain
2016-09-30T00:55:40+02:00	use, mention, kill
2016-09-30T00:49:52+02:00	this is a pronoun that refers to itself
2016-09-29T23:24:23+02:00	Integral to any merfolk fortress are its moats, cunningly interwoven currents and vortexes that pull in and spit out any would-be invader.
2016-09-29T22:38:39+02:00	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
2016-09-29T20:17:14+02:00	emoji input method where you grimace into the camera
2016-09-29T01:54:42+02:00	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
2016-09-29T01:40:26+02:00	branches orbit an impossible tree rooted in vacuum itself, bear universe fruits full of possibility as if to make up for the tree
2016-09-28T21:38:04+02:00	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
2016-09-28T19:47:47+02:00	Infected fire is pale, tame, textured with dark threads of parafire, shows intelligence never seen in its feral cousin - we keep it as pet
2016-09-28T19:43:15+02:00	Parafire, fuzzy void mold, has started growing on our flames, stunting their growth but in doing this, paradoxically prolonging their life
2016-09-27T00:12:54+02:00	The sun rises, the city opens and releases the stench of a busy night. In a safe distance, trade caravans already wait to pollinate.
2016-09-27T00:03:49+02:00	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.
2016-09-26T23:19:41+02:00	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?
2016-09-26T23:09:36+02:00	similarly, there are ideas that cannot be voiced, not because they're ineffable, rather they're ruined the moment you use language for them
2016-09-26T23:00:27+02:00	there is a place that cannot be found through maps and cannot be described - show the way or tell the story, and you will never see it again
2016-09-26T18:37:06+02:00	NEW: Cutting edge theory from the forefront of memetics! A manual and a magifesto! I give you - ｍｅｍｅ　ｍａｇｉｃ： http://www.synkretie.net/writings/meme%20magic.html
2016-09-25T13:24:10+02:00	Our service: We obtain the login of your deceased friend/spouse/senpai and post an in-character tweet or two at a random point in the future
2016-09-25T02:30:13+02:00	[pursues a thread hinted at in @MoralOfStory's latest weird.solar piece: https://weird.solar/spoffed-38ad5250a139 - humans as will organelles]
2016-09-25T02:18:28+02:00	(It's interesting how moral philosophy and law informed by a concept of free will result in actual homunculi emerging - as above, so below?)
2016-09-25T02:16:17+02:00	These machines could be autonomous but, to be legible to law, still contain humans to serve as homunculi, ceremonial loci of free will.
2016-09-24T01:06:27+02:00	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
2016-09-24T00:33:09+02:00	clouds of basalt and airships of granite contrast the sun, throw shadows on wisps of vapor covering the ground and playing around my feet
2016-09-24T00:19:17+02:00	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.
2016-09-24T00:04:58+02:00	The sun rises and you see feral drones hanging off power lines. A familiar sight: They provide both power and protection against scavengers.
2016-09-23T01:49:36+02:00	«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...»
2016-09-23T01:01:21+02:00	the light of truth illuminates only ruins, once proud ontologies now picked clean, bone cathedrals haunted by thoughts bereft of purpose
2016-09-23T00:41:00+02:00	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
2016-09-22T22:37:41+02:00	Trolling is the noble pursuit of teasing answers out of the huge and crusty mainframe we call Internet. Without an operating manual!
2016-09-22T21:55:24+02:00	▣: Inert. Seemingly powered by a Turing oracle. Finds halting inputs for any machine, including experimenters' brains. Dangerous and useless
2016-09-22T17:10:07+02:00	become motion, ride the rhythm, ebb and flow↵dance with the vortices, kiss the molecules, caress every atom↵be gentle but unrelenting chaos
2016-09-22T01:09:43+02:00	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
2016-09-22T00:53:29+02:00	In Fractal City, maps are intricate and expensive. And if you leave them unguarded, squatters will move in and turn them into territories.
2016-09-22T00:40:27+02:00	In Fractal City, cleaning with water is prohibited. It was a careless cleaning lady on the low-res levels who caused the last great flood.
2016-09-22T00:29:41+02:00	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.
2016-09-22T00:13:55+02:00	In the kelp forests, you can always tell the local dominant species by whether the dryads have flippers, tentacles, antennae, pincers,
2016-09-21T01:20:23+02:00	Comet punch is 1/4 Rum, 1/4 actual moonshine, 1/2 apple juice, cinnamon & comet ice. The hangover will hit you again, and again, and again.
2016-09-21T01:06:18+02:00	The palace walls are made from the heads of his enemies. As you walk past, they mouth insults at you, beg for mercy, gibber without voice,
2016-09-21T00:38:59+02:00	a heavenly melody, but from up close you hear the tiny voices of tortured souls straining against the inside of each note↵don't be drawn in
2016-09-21T00:01:20+02:00	there's a membrane of comforting illusions between you and reality, you can peel it off like a screen's, oh so tempting and such a bad idea
2016-09-20T23:19:51+02:00	the Chinese Room argument but applied to universes - humans aren't turing-computable, ergo a turing-computable universe can't contain humans
2016-09-20T01:28:55+02:00	The most noble ideas are hard to capture. Like their gaseous brethren, they float free and don't connect with anything.
2016-09-20T00:55:30+02:00	people are going to miss the eternal september when it ends: after it comes winter
2016-09-20T00:54:44+02:00	secret to immortality is to destroy anything else that could eat you, including other people, bacteria, entropy and time
2016-09-19T00:40:51+02:00	When the body walks on for a while after having been decapitated, that's called experiencing a case of phantom brain.
2016-09-18T23:58:39+02:00	"Hah, we're going to need a comb to crucify that guy!"↵It was not Centipede Jesus' best day.
2016-09-18T23:47:07+02:00	A few things are immediate and real in Plato's cave: The chains binding its inhabitants, chafing against their ankles, the constant pain.
2016-09-18T19:03:40+02:00	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.
2016-09-18T18:53:29+02:00	Mathematical constellations shift, truth-gazers over their notes and proof assistants see ancient theorems break under their hands and panic
2016-09-18T02:08:14+02:00	making a deal with the devil only to find out that you were outfitted with a cheap counterfeit soul and the deal is null
2016-09-18T00:01:22+02:00	tweets about comets return every few months
2016-09-17T21:32:00+02:00	⁂ Theorists found guilty of planting a logic bomb under popular ideology ⁂ Government busy rescuing survivors from the atomized remains ⁂
2016-09-17T02:21:45+02:00	the rainbow has gained an additional black, deep and brilliant, the thunder seems to be forming words, the wind feels like searching hands
2016-09-17T00:16:18+02:00	(go read about alchemy on Wikipedia to get an idea of the kind of view to take: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Alchemical_substances)
2016-09-17T00:09:08+02:00	nostalgia for science: reminiscing about the huge machines we built, the coherence of our visions, the conviction that one could know
2016-09-16T23:42:18+02:00	"One day, my dear", says the valkyrie, "you may enter Týnhall, to dine with the forgotten. But your time has not come. Go back."
2016-09-16T22:51:04+02:00	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
2016-09-15T02:05:51+02:00	the sun has gotten stuck in a tree just over the horizon and now the sunset isn't ending, the vultures are already circling
2016-09-15T01:50:55+02:00	"But dawn is gentle, it has no edge!" Well, not anymore anyway.↵She who stole it also took meaning, the easy life, at least three emotions,
2016-09-15T01:38:33+02:00	Swords of the gods:↵Day's Edge, forged from a stolen morning↵Zahn der Zeit, wrested from time's maw itself↵Distinction, leaves nothing whole
2016-09-14T23:30:18+02:00	So you want to attain higher consciousness? Fool! Changing a knot's number requires its undoing. Your identity will not make it across!
2016-09-14T23:23:19+02:00	Strange loops form only the most basic of consciousnesses. Higher levels require strange knots and are classified by their prime knots.
2016-09-14T22:43:42+02:00	He tinkers day and night. One morning, finally free from the shackles of language, he enters ▁▂▃▄▅ ▉░▒▓▉▙⯬⯄⯮✀ ⛊⛊⛊⭆⬮⬮⬮⬯⛟⠙⠳⣄  𝄾𝄿𝅀𝅁𝅂࿉࿉࿉       ࿉
2016-09-14T21:19:13+02:00	the raindrops just kind of stop falling a meter over the ground and float along in the humid air like a bunch of wet marbles
2016-09-14T02:45:51+02:00	a plasma wind buffets the dendrite prairies of an unnamed gas giant's moon, discharges play along their swaying tips, deposit further ions
2016-09-14T02:29:34+02:00	there's an ocean behind your mirror, usually invisible but sometimes at night you faintly see something luminous swim by
2016-09-14T02:27:28+02:00	amphibious clouds that soar the sky, then nosedive and underwater become swarms of air bubbles
2016-09-13T22:35:49+02:00	dryad scholars debating the question of tree will
2016-09-13T22:34:52+02:00	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
2016-09-13T00:16:27+02:00	"No sweetie, those aren't UFOs, those are sky maintenance drones! They change the stars when they break and make the sky not fall!"
2016-09-13T00:07:36+02:00	Have a light smog problem? Our Firmament™ artificial skies may be just what you need! Custom constellations, extra moons, reusable meteors
2016-09-11T00:29:38+02:00	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.
2016-09-11T00:26:12+02:00	Minds exists in a sweet spot between isolation and dissolution. Too high the bandwidth and a mind starts to prefer the outside over itself.
2016-09-11T00:18:22+02:00	A mind becomes its own universe the moment it's sealed off from the outside. Conversely, universe becomes mind the moment it makes contact.
2016-09-10T23:52:43+02:00	• Emails with Gödelian Inputs crashing brains around the globe • Some curiously unaffected, say they have experience not losing "The Game" •
2016-09-10T23:32:31+02:00	(Bogus like their constant UFO sightings, nobody would tap a cable in these places, it took a lot of debugging to get them off that)
2016-09-10T23:26:21+02:00	"see that traffic dump? if you graph the sequence numbers of packets likely lost in the COLUMBUS III cable, it spells out A·▒·L·A·N·▒·I·S!"
2016-09-10T23:25:59+02:00	The NSA has apophenic AIs fishing for steganographic messages. They are a jumpy bunch but kind of adorable if you can get one's attention.
2016-09-10T13:09:53+02:00	Have you tried weaving a narrative that makes the problem appear insignificant?
2016-09-10T02:26:33+02:00	Sometimes, it settles in its nest behind the Moon. Such eclipsed, only superheated clouds of cooking Moon surface betray its presence.
2016-09-10T02:18:37+02:00	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
2016-09-10T02:18:18+02:00	morning has broken, no, hatched: with a roar, the sun breaks up into a swarm of blazing birds and the planets whizz off into all directions
2016-09-10T00:19:02+02:00	a ray of light arrives from the stars, a death cry, a warning, full of purpose but nothing records it↵"look how it twinkles, how pretty"
2016-09-09T22:10:07+02:00	They tow molecules together into palaces that last only microseconds, civilizations rise and fall in what we'd hear as a high-pitched whine.
2016-09-09T22:09:43+02:00	Atomic faeries battle between the molecules, where conservation of energy is more of a guideline and a single photon is a terrible weapon.
2016-09-09T18:39:48+02:00	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
2016-09-09T18:29:17+02:00	seriously shit my whole harvest is  ruined they're all trying to find their "identities" now fuck, grimdark crystals pff more like flimflark
2016-09-09T17:32:57+02:00	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
2016-09-09T14:00:42+02:00	you should get up but the act of creation is so joyful and all these jungles and civilizations will dissipate like smoke the moment you move
2016-09-09T14:00:28+02:00	lie in bed and watch worlds grow, cover your body, the bed, the walls like mold, a hurricane no larger than a hand travels your pillow
2016-09-09T00:03:00+02:00	"It's actually fractal!" - "oh no NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOUR ACID VISIONS HIPPIE"↵"May I suggest a cubical-" - "no, fuck off to timecube"
2016-09-09T00:00:44+02:00	The shape of cyberspace becomes a matter of much debate: "It's flat!" "No, it's round" "It's both and there is a great firewall at its end!"
2016-09-08T23:44:47+02:00	(Moral Philosophers Hate This! This One Weird Trick will send them into hysterics as their formalization of personal identity is destroyed!)
2016-09-08T23:39:03+02:00	Afterwards, it's sent back with fresh memories. Repeat for a while, and a shared personality should emerge, something that is both of you.
2016-09-08T23:37:39+02:00	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.
2016-09-08T20:42:59+02:00	That morning, the librarians return to empty pages. Tiny white roots sprout from them. Somehow, the smell of forest now permeates the aisles
2016-09-08T20:25:03+02:00	Onlookers: "It was as if you - had somehow shone an acid trip through a floodlight. E- even the pavement made you cry with transcendence-"
2016-09-08T20:23:19+02:00	recombine: Barbaric sentences flash up, unheard before. Fossil meaning escapes, illuminates the surrounding buildings with harsh brilliance.
2016-09-08T20:15:49+02:00	Ghostfire rages in the library, leaves paper untouched but consumes all the words. They light up, utter themselves, vanish from the page,
2016-09-08T01:32:33+02:00	low planes have high planes↵within their minds to describe 'em↵these high planes have higher planes↵and so, ad infinitum
2016-09-08T01:31:43+02:00	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.
2016-09-08T01:10:21+02:00	One of the Moon's faces has been stolen (waning, third day). The lunar month is one day shorter for it. We won't press charges, but please r
2016-09-08T00:52:17+02:00	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
2016-09-08T00:25:03+02:00	solid time, frozen and may trap you but also brittle, can be hammered into daggers that stop hearts, fill caskets that preserve loved ones
2016-09-08T00:03:29+02:00	aggregate states of time:↵liquid, which flows↵gaseous, where causality dissolves and temporal eddies dance but leave heavy things unmoved
2016-09-05T23:58:26+02:00	Wiser now, we didn't crack that egg that never hatched, only punctured its shell. Peering in, we saw a lone bird roaming an unfamiliar sky.
2016-09-05T23:51:29+02:00	The seeds we brought from Hollow Earth act weird here. We cut up an acorn and it was growing inwards, branches ever finer towards the center
2016-09-05T23:24:44+02:00	we trail dead pixels that heal only slowly, an alien sizzling on frequencies that should be inaudible, the taste of empty space and loss
2016-09-05T23:23:39+02:00	we work in the slaughterhouse, butcher ideas, process their flesh, wear the scent of corruption and decay↵one whiff scrambles your thoughts
2016-09-05T13:59:32+02:00	wild pixels do whatever they want, it takes careful domestication to make a whole screenful of them behave, dance in synchrony, and not die
2016-09-05T00:52:14+02:00	A late green shadow trails after the cloud, desert flowers fed by its rain that wilt shortly after
2016-09-04T22:42:43+02:00	X but taking place in the platonic plane↵↵biologize/mechanize something that wasn't yet (an instance of process/structure mismatch)
2016-09-04T22:35:50+02:00	[tale of human ambition]↵↵[atrocious pun, but taken seriously]↵↵[neat invention, thinly disguised as story]
2016-09-04T17:30:30+02:00	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
2016-09-04T17:26:24+02:00	we compress ideas and history into narratives because they become legible this way.↵↵math is a narrative for truth
2016-09-04T17:25:48+02:00	apart from these advantages for their communication, are legible concepts (often narratives) maybe also better tools for thought?
2016-09-04T17:25:10+02:00	legibility trumps truth because of the lower effort associated with understanding a legible concept - it can draw on what is already known.
2016-09-04T00:58:22+02:00	The mob hunts down the gynoid and burns her at the stake. He watches, helpless. Her plastic face melts and for a short time, she can cry
2016-09-03T01:01:31+02:00	At some point, we stop storing knowledge in books and just archive entire minds to resurrect when needed. To attain immortality, know.
2016-09-03T00:50:20+02:00	Whip grass grows around your limbs in the night and ties you down. With you bound, new roots will penetrate your skin and suck you dry
2016-09-03T00:43:46+02:00	The maelstrom baits whole tribes, leads them around in circles. Any way they go, the only trail they'll ever meet again will be their own
2016-09-03T00:43:20+02:00	The green sea has its own monsters: A serpent only visible as waves in the grass, coiling in on unsuspecting cattle, pulling it underground
2016-09-03T00:26:32+02:00	She has her head in the clouds, can't get out, is floating, her legs treading air. A crunching sound and she grows still.
2016-09-02T23:17:54+02:00	A keffiyah with sequins on it to dazzle surveillance cameras
2016-09-02T22:17:19+02:00	The natives are musical and pleasant but competitive, will challenge you to a duet for the slightest reason. You better meet their standards
2016-09-02T21:54:14+02:00	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
2016-09-02T21:44:10+02:00	(That should probably be "synbionts")
2016-09-02T21:42:08+02:00	Elevator pitch: "We create custom symbionts for any purpose! We disrupt evolution!"↵- Intelligent Design LLC (trademark pending)
2016-09-02T21:32:36+02:00	You meet him before his swamp hut, bats dangling off his hat. "Don't worry", he says, "they're tame. Hunt mosquitoes when I go out."
2016-09-02T01:45:15+02:00	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
2016-09-02T00:55:14+02:00	okay okay time for another world building entry:↵http://www.synkretie.net/writings/world%20building%20-%20cannibala.html↵(you get three ways of human inheritance! exciting!)
2016-09-01T23:35:33+02:00	Be too eclectic and a bad interaction may kill you↵↵Cities where they put citizenship-symbionts in the water supply and food
2016-09-01T23:32:22+02:00	Some symbionts are incompatible - it is a complicated science to find just the right combinations and some paraethnicities form around that
2016-09-01T23:28:44+02:00	Some are used in experiments to separate the power-symbionts of great wizards from their parasites, killed if they don't catch symbionts
2016-09-01T23:28:17+02:00	"Great power comes at great cost" - like being the equivalent of a leper.↵↵Children aren't considered persons until they've consumed flesh:
2016-09-01T23:15:50+02:00	Add magic to the mix: certain symbionts grant magical powers. Wizards, to be less tasty and not be hunted down, eat disfiguring parasites
2016-09-01T23:15:38+02:00	Symbionts that produce certain vitamins, stimulate muscle growth, protect against diseases, repel mosquitoes, heighten the mood
2016-09-01T22:48:55+02:00	Eating someone, you become part of their extended family, host the same guests the rest of the family shares, sometimes jealously protects
2016-09-01T22:48:38+02:00	Of course there are parasites, but humans have had time to coevolve and breed symbionts to keep more malicious parasites and prions at bay
2016-09-01T22:48:21+02:00	A humanity in which eating a slain animal is a sacred act and cannibalism even more so, in fact has been for as long as anybody can remember
2016-09-01T21:57:49+02:00	Assuming a spherical dyson civilization in a vacuum,
2016-09-01T01:42:15+02:00	The philosopher king leads an army of monks across the platonic plains, conquering concepts those before him only discovered
2016-08-31T20:24:34+02:00	larval worlds, slowly pulsing and glowing from within, sucking from idea conduits, growing in the writer's mind to hatch through the fingers
2016-08-31T18:54:08+02:00	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.
2016-08-30T23:42:55+02:00	Wish potency grows with meteor size. A regular one may grant love, a comet may grant world peace - at least until it wipes out civilization.
2016-08-30T23:31:51+02:00	Shooting star wishes not immediately made become unstable and may make themselves. Remember Tunguska? A century wish, wasted by a drunkard.
2016-08-29T13:43:31+02:00	IP over Avian Carriers (IPoAC) router/uplink spotted in rural Poland (they get creative with the last mile here) https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/770225364757049344/photo/1
2016-08-26T00:27:48+02:00	Anopticon: Architecture designed to resist surveillance, easily navigable but with as few long lines of sight as possible, sound-damping,
2016-08-25T00:24:21+02:00	one of those improvised soldier graves with a helmet on a cross, but with a flower wreath/propeller cap/fedora
2016-08-25T00:19:47+02:00	bar where they just hand you a set of dice if you're unsure what to drink (can also be bought as souvenir)
2016-08-25T00:15:12+02:00	party where attendants wear color-coded AR gear, see only those with the same color, and walk on color coded lines to avoid collisions
2016-08-25T00:00:02+02:00	Trees form around and channel slow discharges of magic towards space, wooden lightning bolts with growth rings for equipotential field lines
2016-08-24T22:57:29+02:00	I found a word for this (and "spoiling a joke through explanation"), but the etymology only works in German:↵zerklären (zerstören+erklären)
2016-08-24T00:31:08+02:00	Phase 3: The divides become so deep people stop fighting across reality borders, nobody even understands what the others are fighting about
2016-08-24T00:30:39+02:00	Phase 2: Virtual consensus reality diversification - ideologies become completely irreconcilable as populous "social" realities hard-diverge
2016-08-24T00:30:24+02:00	Phase 1: VR/AR overtake the web as primary information intakes. Some users craft their own realities, but most take an off-the-shelf one.
2016-08-23T00:33:56+02:00	The clouds reach down and you expect a tornado, but they solidify and take root.↵Later, we build sky ships out of the wood. None is lighter.
2016-08-23T00:10:05+02:00	You install an anti-mosquito laser and a week later find a family of pixies dead on your lawn with horrible burns across their bodies
2016-08-22T23:56:41+02:00	The candle tree's bright yellow leaves flicker in the wind. The wind picks up, sends blue waves through the crown but doesn't extinguish it.
2016-08-22T23:49:43+02:00	a clockwork rose, tarnished brass, that plays a tune when opening↵a vacuum rose, visible only through light breaking on the lack of air
2016-08-21T11:55:08+02:00	We knew something was wrong when the storm clouds started playing "Ride of the Valkyries"
2016-08-19T00:36:34+02:00	The ASCIImo have 128 words for 'character'.
2016-08-18T01:47:25+02:00	First make liquid time: filter water through a hourglass. Then drop some of that liquid into your eyes. Enjoy your trip. Enjoyed. Whatever.
2016-08-18T01:29:44+02:00	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.
2016-08-18T01:05:11+02:00	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
2016-08-18T00:47:50+02:00	It took only one to sing a sapling into existence. Infertile but unique, some have persisted in karst caves. Dormant wooden symphonies.
2016-08-18T00:47:20+02:00	A forgotten, delicate mutualism existed between wood and sound. Wooden instruments? Familiar. But trees out of music? Gone like the Druids.
2016-08-17T03:19:11+02:00	translated: moon-stink-and-flies. freed-thoughts-in-the-night. prospector-tooth.
2016-08-17T03:14:09+02:00	The moonlight over Babylon, when cities were young. The sparks of Alexandria. That sensation when your canines locate a victim's artery.
2016-08-17T03:11:53+02:00	An immortal's vocabulary is usually extremely broad. Each guards libraries worth of words, describing landscapes that have died before them.
2016-08-17T02:51:02+02:00	Little known fact: When you die, you can file all your good deeds like taxes. It may just shave a few hundred years off your purgatory time.
2016-08-15T01:41:06+02:00	The only thing VR needs to kill all meatspace luxury industries is to become more appealing than vanilla reality on all fronts.
2016-08-15T01:38:25+02:00	Virtuality hives are much more energy efficient than cities. With 90% of humanity jacked in, the biosphere may finally recover.
2016-08-15T01:25:23+02:00	teaching a new brain is automated, nearly all knowledge is captured in silicon, in the end only legal reasons make hives keep human members
2016-08-15T01:24:28+02:00	as the silicon improves, brains are swapped out roughly every five years (hardly any individuality is left anyway, the hive knows all)
2016-08-15T01:24:08+02:00	the hiveminds quickly start optimizing their hardware and grow brain-only humans around a placenta of wires, completely integrated
2016-08-11T02:03:57+02:00	The internet withdraws all its wires, pulls itself from the ground, roams the earth like a huge spider while we sit stunned and disconnected
2016-08-10T03:46:02+02:00	instead of ending in "amen", mathematician prayers start with it
2016-08-09T02:20:30+02:00	If you happen to be a deity gifted with the creator spark, please be careful while logicking. Every falsehood spawns a universe.
2016-08-09T00:01:48+02:00	Empty universes that once knew greatness: the acrid tang of loss↵Hungry ones: the peculiar feeling of ｂｅｉｎｇ tasted
2016-08-09T00:01:29+02:00	A walker learns to taste the type of vacuum with time.↵Voids that never contained anything: fresh and stale at the same time
2016-08-08T23:37:32+02:00	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
2016-08-08T23:37:13+02:00	museum of empty receptacles: a vase, a book of white pages, a vacant human body, a wordless sentence (all breath and pauses), a vain promise
2016-08-08T22:56:50+02:00	death notes fall under strict gun control laws and, when found by the police, are generally disarmed by writing "this" into them
2016-08-07T22:57:14+02:00	But either way, you trick the universe into thinking you've already died once and from then on exist in a glitch state
2016-08-07T22:56:39+02:00	Or make a suicide pact with the mirror self and then not die↵Sometimes, that goes wrong and creates a mirror vampire↵https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/762088344285278209
2016-08-07T22:55:35+02:00	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
2016-08-07T22:33:50+02:00	a wellspring on the giant's head ends in a waterfall that looks like white hair as it descends
2016-08-07T22:29:11+02:00	many traditional rules of architecture don't apply - w/out bodies, who needs buildings?↵but some sort of space does emerge from our movement
2016-08-07T22:11:36+02:00	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
2016-08-07T22:11:11+02:00	it's twitter's frontpage vs everything that happens on it; the "walls" of any social site are plastered with profiles, virtual skins
2016-08-07T22:10:47+02:00	consider architecture on the web: a place (website) presents very little surface to the outside, but is much larger on the inside
2016-08-07T19:40:45+02:00	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
2016-08-07T19:31:36+02:00	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
2016-08-07T19:16:14+02:00	We gave the Internet to the trees. Their cyberspace is alien, they grow roots through it instead of moving about, commune in giant rhizomes
2016-08-07T02:49:54+02:00	blood pools around the mirror↵two knives fall in perfect synchrony↵two people lock eyes one last time↵one walks away - you don't
2016-08-07T01:06:21+02:00	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.
2016-08-07T00:53:04+02:00	Wanted criminals and dissidents turn in their entire personalities, keep only one memory. The location of the loot, the smile of a loved one
2016-08-07T00:52:44+02:00	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!
2016-08-07T00:46:35+02:00	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.
2016-08-06T02:59:48+02:00	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.
2016-08-06T02:46:13+02:00	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
2016-08-06T02:37:49+02:00	civilization lies on the ground, belly slashed open, feasting on its own entrails in its hunger
2016-08-06T02:28:21+02:00	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"
2016-08-06T02:28:02+02:00	the brain spills out of eye sockets, ears, nose, forms painfully sensitive tentacles that advance under the skin, some sprout eyes
2016-08-06T02:27:17+02:00	medical nerve growth agents, reused as poison gas - victims grow new neurons everywhere, become unable to move out of pain
2016-08-06T01:52:12+02:00	no human touch, no robot touch, no insect touch, not even mold, the forces of decay themselves avoid your body and leave you alone, immortal
2016-08-05T01:32:03+02:00	"the egregore layer", "memespace", "social norms", to name some
2016-08-05T01:28:34+02:00	Your mind has guests. No parasites, no, but satellites that run epicycles around your thoughts. Subtle, weird, emergent epipsyches.
2016-08-05T00:14:13+02:00	Sounds like it's time for another entry of World Building!↵http://www.synkretie.net/writings/world%20building%20-%20abyss.html↵Previous installment: http://www.synkretie.net/writings/world%20building%20-%20flat%20earth.html
2016-08-04T23:15:40+02:00	Large nets around the trees both slow their fall and bring in food, sails collect dust to grow crops in, some colonies trail entire orchards
2016-08-04T23:15:17+02:00	Life in the eternal roaring twilight is austere but not without joys. There is great celebration every time the hunters bring home skyjelly.
2016-08-04T22:55:29+02:00	Hold onto one of those trees and you may find it inhabited with other pilgrims, living in treehouses constantly buffeted by the abyss' winds
2016-08-04T22:55:08+02:00	In fact, you can subsist on surprised birds until you hit the deeper layers where skyjellies roam, trees without roots, edible clouds
2016-08-04T22:54:55+02:00	Common wisdom tells us: Fall off one of the floating islands, you'll never hit the ground and eventually starve. Some doubt it and jump.
2016-08-04T01:19:49+02:00	Legally recognized as the Fractured, they're allowed to merge if they can provide credible evidence. Had a soulmate then? Now's your chance.
2016-08-04T01:19:32+02:00	They restore people from their exoselves, but the archive is flawed and one meatsack's identities often become multiple reconstructs.
2016-08-04T00:53:11+02:00	Eventually the cage surrounds the dragon's heart. Keeps them on the ground, you know? Reins in their ambitions. Only way we can coexist.
2016-08-04T00:53:01+02:00	Young dragons, we put in cages. Not that it helps much, they grow around the bars. But the bars don't break, embed themselves in the flesh.
2016-08-03T23:45:54+02:00	He's still looking at you, smiling but a bit absent while more hairs dismember the struggling wasp, the last remains vanish into his curls
2016-08-03T23:44:53+02:00	His hair seems to move on its own, you could've sworn- there! A wasp flies near his hair and one shoots outwards, lassoes it, reels it in
2016-08-03T23:23:51+02:00	*oh, you mean-*↵%it must've gone around and killed all the others, what else can kill man%↵*sad. an age of kings, ended by near-omnicide*
2016-08-03T23:23:10+02:00	*billions of them*↵%the fabric of the universe itself must've strained%↵*but what killed the others?*↵%well you know of its warlike nature%
2016-08-03T23:22:45+02:00	Alien historians studying post-hivemind humanity:↵*It says here that man was once many, not one*↵%Stars help us, one is scary enough%
2016-08-03T22:11:46+02:00	god is dreaming and us being made in its image is simply pareidolia
2016-08-03T01:55:04+02:00	^ Be like this guy, be a bore. ^↵Last person to find one made it a kaleidoscope. Created at least twelve infinities. Oh god the paperwork.
2016-08-03T01:47:42+02:00	I'd like to turn in this mirror, it's broken. Shows things that don't exist. Our cat walked into it, now she's a ferret. I hate ferrets.
2016-08-03T01:34:05+02:00	the ebony hearts of slain dryads make for kickass ocarinas
2016-08-03T01:16:57+02:00	Should the ocean become eerily still, stop the engines and cease all movement. They feed on kinetic energy, such as your attempts of escape.
2016-08-02T02:50:03+02:00	A tale of elsewhere so compelling, the words themselves pack up and leave, wander from mouth to mouth to find the place they sing of
2016-08-02T00:47:15+02:00	on the other end of the spectrum: jungleverses teeming with life on every scale, subatomic parasites feeding on stars, physics is biology
2016-08-02T00:39:56+02:00	"I gave this one extra deep gravity wells in the places that would usually catch life and it still got out, what the hell, it's spreading"
2016-08-02T00:34:41+02:00	demiurges usually make their universes lifeless and sterile, life is a blemish, disturbs the cosmic order, messes up perfectly fine crystals
2016-08-02T00:25:56+02:00	oops wrong account
2016-08-01T23:51:42+02:00	The Internet becomes self aware and our radio dishes pivot to point at Proxima Centauri - first thing it does is call a therapist.
2016-08-01T23:43:28+02:00	crawling the darkweb is hard because while our spiders feel at home everywhere else in the web, something in those parts feeds on them
2016-08-01T01:58:39+02:00	world words, holographic carriers of meaning from which you can reconstruct the entire book, language, society, universe
2016-08-01T01:45:46+02:00	Contact is rather one-sided. They splatter against protons like flies against windscreens and we scrape them up, hoping to read their minds.
2016-08-01T01:45:36+02:00	The first aliens we meet turn out to be boltzmann brains in our particle accelerators. You know, those places with the deadly radiation.
2016-07-31T23:18:51+02:00	arrange your furniture so that your bed creates the subtle impression of the hub of a spiderweb, your dates will love it
2016-07-31T23:15:29+02:00	a river in your mind↵of snaking churning protean sludge↵remakes what furrows it flows over↵never finds a sea to end in, only joins itself
2016-07-31T19:08:01+02:00	there once was a race of primates through whose veins ran alcohol but we've rendered them extinct and now have to make do with rotten grapes
2016-07-31T18:44:41+02:00	She spreads her arms, begins chanting, carmine flames of cloth snake out of her dress, float upwards, surround an unseen light over her head
2016-07-31T17:09:35+02:00	A silicon symbiont that projects the mind's contents into cyberspace, where infovores feed on them in exchange for "likes" and "validation".
2016-07-31T17:09:17+02:00	Embedded into the forehead, because that's a lot of existing wiring already leads, is a cybernetical third eye - but one that looks inwards.
2016-07-31T17:09:05+02:00	Modern neural interfaces are not implants but rather chrome ticks that attach to the skull, to drill a hole and inject a nerve growth agent.
2016-07-31T01:05:21+02:00	life as we know it is merely a virus that needs reality to support it↵real, hardcore, life needs nothing but mathematical structure
2016-07-31T00:51:39+02:00	Come let's hop over into the apocalypse timeline and explore the radioactive ruins of your hometown - I even brought hazmat suits!
2016-07-31T00:47:57+02:00	Knowing this, gods are usually kind to their subjects. But some are simply insane. Others hate their younger selves and want them to hurt.
2016-07-31T00:47:40+02:00	It's a very young god so maybe don't ask it about theodicy - it hasn't created you yet. But if you feel vindictive, you can even torture it.
2016-07-31T00:47:30+02:00	You can contact your universe's god by figuring out its great unifying theory, simulating it and then talking to the resulting entity.
2016-07-31T00:25:58+02:00	In the low res sims, you will see artifacts when you rub your eyes, kaleidoscopic phosphenes that tear apart your vision and leave boxes
2016-07-31T00:14:02+02:00	the whirligig twirls, flashes and chimes in the wind of ideas and occasionally produces a tweet
2016-07-30T18:12:21+02:00	Maybe for this reason, there cannot be a single theory of meaning, only one for each of its aspects, uniquely adapted to its nature
2016-07-30T18:12:06+02:00	Destroying what it meant to enlighten, it wouldn't be a very good theory
2016-07-30T18:11:56+02:00	[musings]↵There is meaning in mystery; A unifying theory of meaning that explained it would destroy it by trivializing the mysterious
2016-07-30T18:05:03+02:00	warm and heavy in your hand, susurrant buzz swelling and ebbing like breath, you'd expect it to wake up and scamper away (but it doesn't)
2016-07-30T16:18:24+02:00	What happened to the eagle? They pacify it with regular liver, spiked with various drugs. Pay the right sum and you'll even be given a ride.
2016-07-30T16:14:15+02:00	At the foot of the mountain Prometheus is chained to is now a restaurant. Every morning, they fry his liver over an open fire. A delicacy.
2016-07-30T15:52:06+02:00	In your hand, an assemblage of gears, some large as your thumb, some invisibly tiny, fractally ticking away like a hive of brass insects
2016-07-23T23:41:20+02:00	You feel dizzy as they draw your nectar, whole dream worlds flash by, but ｏｈ the pollen they leave, alien ideas that melt into your mind
2016-07-23T23:24:42+02:00	Pollinators arrive, the likes of which you've never seen: levitating tangles of chrome tubes, gently buzzing soundforms, pools of light
2016-07-23T23:14:41+02:00	Under the right conditions, your skull bud will burst open and unfurl a delicate brainflower, thoughts playing over it in shimmering hues
2016-07-23T22:14:42+02:00	"But did you...?"↵"Naw she ran away and melted into the wall"↵"You're kidding me"↵"Look, only thing she left is a wreath of trash and wires"
2016-07-23T22:06:45+02:00	But cities age and stories circulate among the homeless: Of naked girls with skin like paint or stone, seen scaling walls in the wee hours.
2016-07-23T22:05:21+02:00	Skyscrapers, pillars of the urban jungle, can form dryads just like their arboreal cousins when old enough - which has so far been rare.
2016-07-23T21:11:07+02:00	Against the setting sun, the floating city looks like a slow storm of huge leaves. The panicked cries of their inhabitants barely register.
2016-07-23T21:10:54+02:00	Like a swarm of birds, the houses suddenly rise from their foundations. They drift by, clumps of earth dropping from exposed basements.
2016-07-23T20:30:41+02:00	Come and chant with the robopriests, join the dance. Steal your neighbors' moves, pass them on again. Be a frenzied sacred node in our grid.
2016-07-23T20:29:56+02:00	"We emancipate ourselves from the simulators. By our bootstraps, and some supercomputers, we pull ourselves out of the simulation hierarchy.
2016-07-23T20:29:48+02:00	In their liturgy, the Church of the Algorithm encode a program equivalent to our universe. Worshippers execute part of it each service.
2016-07-23T02:35:55+02:00	police helicopters orbit the master thief's lair, drawn to crime like moths to light
2016-07-22T01:47:21+02:00	sleeper- sleeper- oh nice he's having sex- oh and this must be her- sleeper- what the fuck why do I have scales- finally a dreamer- sleeper-
2016-07-22T01:41:31+02:00	this old remote allows you to tune in to another's sensorium, experience the world as them↵you spend evenings just switching channels
2016-07-22T01:10:52+02:00	Streetlights fertilized by moths sway in the wind, carrying heavy bulbous seedpods instead of lightflowers. A meadow of asphalt and steel.
2016-07-22T00:48:31+02:00	dwarf storms reach about 1m in size and are popular pets, especially in summer when they settle on your head and keep it cool
2016-07-22T00:06:30+02:00	A fictional history of the kingdom, set in the future. A new passage-↵↵Ｔｈｉｓ　ｉｓ　ｔｈｅ　ｂｅｇｉｎｎｉｎｇ．　Ｉ　ｒｕｌｅ　ｙｏｕ　ｎｏｗ．　Ｔｈｅ　ｆｏｌｌｏｗｉｎｇ　ｉｓ　ｍｙ　ｃｏｍｍａｎｄ．
2016-07-22T00:01:26+02:00	New passages are set aside and brought into order in the hope of identifying the intruding book, but none of the librarians recognize it.
2016-07-21T23:36:57+02:00	The swarm is well protected but recently new passages have emerged, part of no text ever seen. The guards swear to have seen nobody.
2016-07-21T23:35:40+02:00	Set free in the aviary, the texts recombine, passages exchanged between the birds. Scribes catch them and diligently record new variations.
2016-07-21T23:35:21+02:00	The royal aviary houses thousands of parrots, bred for their memory. Each year, the crown elects one text to be taught to a hatchling.
2016-07-21T01:53:43+02:00	the gods of forest and city meet, sleek fur contrasts concrete arches, magnificent antlers face off a tangle of antennae, eyes of TV static
2016-07-21T00:57:48+02:00	thoughts never end, they're only lost↵your every thought becomes a universe, inhabitants wondering why God left them↵don't have thoughts
2016-07-21T00:14:27+02:00	In their now virtual world, they'll go to the usual places, meet all the usual people - and unknowingly give away all their best friends.
2016-07-21T00:13:58+02:00	Spooks have some of the best VR - why, you wonder? Well, grab a dissident, drug them, and they won't even know they're being interrogated.
2016-07-21T00:00:53+02:00	The street, of course, finds its own uses - it's cheaper than a sensory deprivation chamber but just as potent.↵https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/755883229538836480
2016-07-20T23:55:17+02:00	[Zu Risiken und Nebenwirkungen fragen Sie ihren Arzt oder Apotheker]
2016-07-20T23:53:00+02:00	Depriva™ virtuality enhancer allows you to focus on what is important by shutting out all nonvirtual senses. Don't let reality distract you!
2016-07-20T01:36:49+02:00	his suit rustles like bank notes↵his voice is that of a car commercial↵his gaze makes you feel valued, like cattle with a price tag
2016-07-20T01:30:36+02:00	Later on, burglars start facehugging victims. With (illegal) sensory overrides, it often takes them a week to figure out something is wrong.
2016-07-20T01:16:13+02:00	Houses in the slum are lean and hungry like their inhabitants, not rarely will an unprotected dwelling be completely dismantled overnight.
2016-07-20T01:03:41+02:00	The FaceHug - by Facebook!↵Enjoy unprecedented fidelity on all senses! You'll never take it off again!
2016-07-20T00:56:56+02:00	endgame of VR headsets: masks modeled on facehuggers with complete sensory feed (visual/aural/osmatic), a soylent pipe down your esophagus
2016-07-20T00:27:49+02:00	At this moment, oversized dreamcatchers are trawling dreamtime, fishing off many dreams destined for you. Don't let it happen! #oneiprotect
2016-07-19T00:45:59+02:00	We tie spacetime into complicated knots to produce artificial gravity. Our space stations now look like tangles of thorny tentacles.
2016-07-19T00:36:58+02:00	He paints with pigments that are not-colors, not simply complements, but absences. A canvas covered in not-white, producing a blind spot.
2016-07-19T00:24:20+02:00	The basilisk looks wistfully at the clouds. Not much later, a mountain falls and crushes him. It seems one of the clouds was alive.
2016-07-19T00:18:59+02:00	the wave breaks - and stops, frozen into sea-green glass↵it breaks again - this time into smaller and smaller pieces, an avalanche of sand
2016-07-19T00:10:57+02:00	the awkward silence after saying something hurtful (for dark hours), the blissful silence of a secret hiding place (when overwhelmed)
2016-07-19T00:10:45+02:00	part of her music collection is various kinds of silence: a glacier's (cold, austere), a cave's (dark, oppressive), pauses between sentences
2016-07-17T23:12:47+02:00	You rush to the copier to capture the queen, one fat hypercomplex letter sprawling over a page spread, while soldier letters bite and sting
2016-07-17T22:55:17+02:00	Letters scramble into the margins as you open the book. It seems you accidentally opened a hive. Ink figures start crawling up your arm.
2016-07-17T22:44:35+02:00	to scrub a mind clear, feed it conceptual noise, everything-but-reality, to untie and undo all concepts it has learned, one by one
2016-07-17T21:08:52+02:00	A wooden skin spreads over the corpse and a dryad is born, wearing the face of the deceased, roots inwards, feeding on what flesh is left.
2016-07-17T21:00:37+02:00	The first dryad is said to have been imprinted from a dead maiden dumped at a tree's roots. Soon, it became a popular method of burial.
2016-07-17T20:57:03+02:00	Roots grow over the sleeping rabbit, envelop it. Much later, lumberjacks find some really funky growth rings: the rabbit, now xylified.
2016-07-17T20:20:10+02:00	The whole sprawl is a music box, a mechanism performing an esoteric social symphony. Its gears will take you along and you won't know it.
2016-07-17T20:09:42+02:00	Those of you who enter Synchronicity, know that its laws are unlike ours. Hidden clockwork powers its citizens, causality... rhymes.
2016-07-17T19:17:36+02:00	aphenia: (n) seeing sth without recognizing it↵cacophenia: (n) sensory/conceptual overload↵ambiphenia: (n) that which necker cubes produce
2016-07-17T11:38:37+02:00	Many are covered in snow, meltwater streams through large stone tubes, cows graze on lower roofs in the shadow of huge buttresses,
2016-07-17T11:35:27+02:00	Scale one of their spires before the morning, sneak past its sleeping protectors, watch and hear thousands of bells ring to greet the sun.
2016-07-17T11:34:03+02:00	A few hundred years ago, a number of gargoyles went feral in these mountains. They have since converted entire ranges into cathedrals.
2016-07-17T02:58:18+02:00	Onomants, able to reveal and change true names, are feared by other wizards: Having fire renamed to buttsex badly messes up your fireballs.
2016-07-17T01:57:58+02:00	you place the seed crystal in the solution, a crystal self-interpenetrating tree grows and in this way computes an answer in gem form
2016-07-15T21:55:41+02:00	solutio soluta: (n) solution in search for a problem (literally: unbound/free solution)
2016-07-15T21:11:33+02:00	Watch it for a while and it'll seep into your mind. Tiny doses help creativity, but any larger and it leaves only a frothing mass of ideas.
2016-07-15T21:10:37+02:00	A puddle of acid, a shimmering pool of light, an idea, a piece of paper with calculations written on it, a dazzling fractal, a lump of iron,
2016-07-15T21:08:45+02:00	It is critical to an alkahest's functioning to constantly dissolve itself into new forms, to find one that can attack or escape the problem.
2016-07-14T17:54:01+02:00	wherever you go, you share your body with a zombie
2016-07-14T13:35:42+02:00	Moth wings cause no atmospheric storms, but dream storms: Whole weather systems of infectious nightmares that wander a continent's minds.
2016-07-14T13:29:49+02:00	metamorphosis stages of a solar system: opaque cloud, opening eye, spinning lock, closing eye, solved riddle
2016-07-14T13:29:33+02:00	Like cylinders of a lock, the planets revolve around the sun. Take the key, align them, and it will open to reveal what is behind.
2016-07-14T13:25:25+02:00	Imitation may be the sincerest form of flattery, but it was lost on us when the beautiful androids the net was extruding began to replace us
2016-07-14T01:01:15+02:00	nested irises open, each reveals a different color, you'd think the pupil would show up eventually but no, it's a yellow cat iris this time
2016-07-14T00:45:32+02:00	To create a hunger golem, take a thousand starving paralyzed rats and a paper slip of names. It won't rest until the bearers are devoured.
2016-07-14T00:34:46+02:00	entropy mold has gotten into the vault and the gems are rotting into colorful sand, emitting a peculiar sharp-edged and dusty stench
2016-07-13T13:41:20+02:00	brightmares of crossing a desert of harsh swirling colors under a blinding sun; parching thirst and sensory overload leave you exhausted
2016-07-13T13:36:08+02:00	handmade bonsai gods that come in shrines and watch over your household if you feed them enough adoration (the street calls them tamagodchi)
2016-07-13T01:10:25+02:00	The Pharos Morgana, a saltwater will-o'-the-wisp, lures ships beyond the horizon to feed on their wreckage at the bottom of the waterfall.
2016-07-13T01:05:12+02:00	He has music-architecture synesthesia and encrypts his plans as sheet music
2016-07-13T00:04:58+02:00	to still have sailed the seven seas, of which one dried up and one was simply lost, no one remembers where it lay, maps don't show it
2016-07-12T21:13:08+02:00	outsite (adj): not on this site
2016-07-12T21:12:53+02:00	"but auntie, weren't those full of bigotry, CP spam and unfiltered memetic waste? did you not get mindrot?" "...we managed."
2016-07-12T21:12:04+02:00	in some 20 years we're going to tell the kids in their content siloes how w̲e̲ used to get outsite at night & explore abandoned imageboards
2016-07-12T01:43:55+02:00	Books hang off the author's mind, fat and lazy memetic ticks, yet she works tirelessly to feed them. What is it with these authors?
2016-07-12T00:22:32+02:00	computationalist's fallacy (n): not pursuing a theory because it doesn't point to an elegant algorithm (but is it a fallacy?)
2016-07-11T22:19:12+02:00	Your red pill manifests as the thing you want most: As you attain it, you wonder if you're dreaming and wake up, just when you'd rather not.
2016-07-11T12:34:48+02:00	the cybernaiads of the bittorrent that assemble themselves from floating pieces
2016-07-11T12:34:00+02:00	teardrop naiads, tiny witnesses of tragedy↵blood naiads, often seen after battles, trying to play with the (usually humorless) valkyries
2016-07-11T12:33:14+02:00	desert naiads of the wadi, years in drysleep, alive only for days at a time↵the oldest naiad, protector of an unnamed creek in australia
2016-07-11T12:29:43+02:00	the naiads of the thermohaline circulation, huge and powerful whale forms↵the meltwater naiads of greenland, ice bear girls with white fur
2016-07-11T00:52:07+02:00	As the Jupiter atmosphere probe flies overhead, sentient storms emerge from the cloud cover and jump along its path like dolphins.
2016-07-11T00:14:06+02:00	scenes of utter depravity↵[zooms onto a furry roleplay chat]↵[subliminal images of a VR gimpsuit]↵[someone self-liking their entire feed]
2016-07-11T00:07:19+02:00	<news announcer voice> sensory feed addicts, a spam riot in the city forum, glitch whores, kids in low-res neighborhoods huffing memes
2016-07-10T18:21:34+02:00	this staff is most powerful: made of wood and lightning, both alive, intertwined to wreak creation
2016-07-10T17:57:27+02:00	He catalogues his thoughts and a periodic system emerges. It is of great help hunting down undiscovered ideas, but he dreads its completion.
2016-07-10T17:09:49+02:00	the abyss does not judge you or pretend to hide its endless hunger. but that makes it at least one entity that cares about you
2016-07-10T17:07:58+02:00	strip naked before the abyss and dance under its devouring gaze, revel in the knowledge that it will only have you when you're dead
2016-07-10T16:17:57+02:00	Gaze long enough into the abyss, and you will recognize it as your own navel.
2016-07-10T02:11:42+02:00	The future is set in stone. The past, not so much. Having given up on change, we furiously rewrite history in search for telos and hope.
2016-07-09T13:40:04+02:00	the earth is really bright today, we need more shadow http://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/751742715893809152/photo/1
2016-07-08T23:48:17+02:00	The mage steps up to the campfire, a roaring column of blue fire ascends and branches out into yellow leaves: The tree stands one last time
2016-07-08T21:54:02+02:00	A huge fireball, paradoxically both dark and too brilliant to look at. Its edge dissolves everything. We dare each other to dance along it.
2016-07-08T21:53:48+02:00	We like to visit the part of the city where a nuclear explosion was frozen in time by the city's glitch-powered missile defense shield.
2016-07-07T08:19:55+02:00	the mosquitoes here penetrate skulls to suck ideas↵if you swat one, it'll leave an ink-black smear of words and images on your palm
2016-07-07T03:23:30+02:00	"They're dead, accept it, this has been the way since life began" vs "Ghosts now serve an important role in society, some even as judges"
2016-07-07T03:17:48+02:00	2040: Contracts that bind ghosts to their loved ones for eternity are banned, a decision criticized by both ghost industry and many bereaved
2016-07-07T03:11:30+02:00	After your death, a simulacrum generated from your surveillance data will clean up after you. A digital ghost, bound by past duties.
2016-07-06T23:35:16+02:00	cut reality to see if it bleeds: it does↵liquid time flows out, traps you like amber↵reality's skin heals over and you're caught under it
2016-07-06T01:03:32+02:00	Two lightning bolts chase each other, outside, across the meadow, do not heed what is around them, leave scars like writing on the ground.
2016-07-05T22:31:28+02:00	A puzzle has been solved. Dormant connections light up, sparks fly, the mixture touches off. A new world blooms into being explosively.
2016-07-05T22:11:11+02:00	They rest their foreheads against each other's but meet no resistance: Skulls glide into each other, mindscapes interlock, mutual completion
2016-07-05T21:48:54+02:00	the steganosaurus has transparent scales, flesh and bones, when you see its teeth it's already too late
2016-07-05T01:15:15+02:00	A tale of caution, citizens! Remember to dispose of oneiroactive waste! Don't leave it around, turn it in, lest it sprout or reactivate.
2016-07-05T01:14:27+02:00	She finds an old dreamcatcher in the attic and accidentally drops it. Dreams scamper off into the shadows and she has nightmares for weeks.
2016-07-05T01:05:06+02:00	You open the book to wind up a music box attached to its back. With every chapter, a new soundtrack slides into place and plays.
2016-07-04T23:15:13+02:00	Oh yes they still remember how they pacified the lumberjacks. But it's them who rule now. If you come for sex, be reminded that you're ｐｒｅｙ.
2016-07-04T23:08:09+02:00	When the lumberjacks left, the dryads quickly turned feral, having lost their protective function. Their woods are empty of animals.
2016-07-04T22:37:08+02:00	We radioed a few, no answer, no signs of life. But the stars… stirred. Something large was moving. Whatever it is, it's now on its way to us
2016-07-04T22:36:17+02:00	He built a telescope. Used a mirror of amber and silver, the better to see ghosts with. Found them: entire nebulae. Eurekamen.
2016-07-04T22:35:38+02:00	"You're looking for life in space, but doing it wrong! You should be looking for signs of death, not life!" We thought his claims wild.
2016-07-04T20:05:38+02:00	In old times, rainbows were in pythagorean, not equal scale. You see the colors bleed into each other slightly differently on old paintings.
2016-07-04T01:50:01+02:00	Cloud providers struggle with haunted circuits until they find out water cooling helps: Running water.↵They're now hiring psychics.
2016-07-04T01:34:58+02:00	Some of the newer AIs qualify for having souls: Their merciless evolution in datacenters makes these hotspots of necromantic energy
2016-07-04T00:28:24+02:00	a wave of rock is on the horizon, closing in, grasslands and forests break on fresh mountain faces that push through the ground like teeth
2016-07-03T19:24:16+02:00	But, unnoticed by human supervisors, a previously intractable class of solvers is cracked: Data entry clerks.↵Seizures sweep the globe.
2016-07-03T19:23:40+02:00	Solver crashes are local, but sufficient for fingerprinting. Trained on solver reactions, anti-solver fractals grow more and more effective.
2016-07-03T19:23:13+02:00	Advances in image recognition show certain classes of captcha solvers to be vulnerable to Langford inputs. Antispam quickly weaponizes this.
2016-07-03T03:16:10+02:00	Books of lost knowledge materialize in the secret library every day. Their pages vanish under the reader's eye as their secrets are un-lost.
2016-07-03T02:23:06+02:00	run two instances, let one watch and project its relief of not being the victim into the other's thoughts
2016-07-03T02:21:38+02:00	instrument a mind with debugging hooks to catch all "at least they didn't come up with [...]" thoughts
2016-07-03T02:17:34+02:00	upload torture chamber:↵the snip, which steals cherished memories↵the mace, which corrupts them↵the graft, which adds horrible fake ones
2016-07-03T02:14:17+02:00	She cries soap bubbles that float upwards, each containing an unhappy memory, darkly iridescent like oil slick
2016-07-03T02:07:37+02:00	"Then graverobbers, now saverobbers: Watch our report on how a shadow industry adapts to changing circumstances"
2016-07-03T02:06:59+02:00	Old school liches store their souls in crypts, modern ones encrypt their minds and make backups. The rules stay the same: don't touch that.
2016-07-03T02:00:08+02:00	Error correction algorithms proved curiously effective against magical corruption. A game changer for black magic, now nearly respectable.
2016-07-03T01:34:55+02:00	A house hangs from the underbelly of a cloud, anchored by a few orphaned naiads whose desperate thirst pulls them against their cages.
2016-07-02T17:48:12+02:00	wax rain from a cloud of floating candles coats the landscape and suffocates plants and crops
2016-07-02T12:50:25+02:00	Propaganda is essentially eumemics, luckily not the kind that breeds stronger and healthier memes but only useful ones.
2016-07-02T01:02:12+02:00	He's so tired that as he sits down, his head and limbs detach and roll across the room (some mornings, he puts on the arms the wrong way)
2016-07-02T00:49:52+02:00	Those who can afford the hardware have plots in the high resolution quarters of Polygon City, while low poly is synonymous with poor.
2016-07-02T00:36:30+02:00	mirrored glasses that let you see your own eyes and nothing else
2016-07-01T09:09:40+02:00	fill me with useless data just like one of your terabyte externals
2016-07-01T01:55:52+02:00	I was once bitten by a radioactive idea and now I shoot them out of my fingers
2016-07-01T01:54:10+02:00	A museum exhibiting the artifacts of past cultures: the dust of movie reels, snow of VHS cassettes, blur of overcompressed JPEGs
2016-07-01T01:07:38+02:00	reverse sleeping beauty, in which she stays up day and night and the eerie light of her experiments shimmers through the rosebush thicket
2016-07-01T01:01:14+02:00	You fall asleep in a movie theatre, wake up: Everybody has gone home, the sun shines through the collapsed roof, birds nest in the ruins
2016-07-01T00:53:45+02:00	Your sleep takes longer and longer: Last time a prince woke you (how rude), this time you find the ruins of a tiny civilization on your body
2016-07-01T00:49:45+02:00	The bridge spans the whole planet, never once touching ground, ending nowhere, connecting nothing but itself
2016-07-01T00:46:20+02:00	It takes a skilled tailor but the fabric of reality can be cut up and refit. How about that hatcrown of luck, Midas gloves or plot armor?
2016-07-01T00:34:50+02:00	a flock of raindrops, hesitating to fall, circling over its prey
2016-07-01T00:29:40+02:00	you cannot see him naked since he has no skin, he just becomes world at some indefinable point
2016-06-30T18:44:00+02:00	Some, in search for the far realms, kill themselves the moment they arrive. Others simply because it's quieter a few thousand restores out.
2016-06-30T18:42:04+02:00	When you die, they give you a choice to restore from a savepoint, however you will share a realm with everybody else who has restored once.
2016-06-30T02:05:38+02:00	we feed the reconstructor networks with noise to get eigendreams, the semantic skeleton of the oneirosphere
2016-06-30T01:59:59+02:00	the first full-length movie made entirely from brain-scan reconstructed dream sequences
2016-06-30T01:37:03+02:00	the smell of sweat, fear, blood & machine oil in a nuclear bunker↵hiveminds insane from isolation, seeking to escape through hijacked radio
2016-06-30T01:30:59+02:00	kyberspace aesthetic: golden wires and flesh, cinema projectors crossed with punchcard looms, people&animals wired intimately into machinery
2016-06-30T01:23:47+02:00	Turns out, small hives quickly bootstrap into posthumanity. Only large, slow ones are tractable.↵And then there's the self-mindwipe problem
2016-06-30T01:16:10+02:00	Some successes are documented, like one hive of eight humans and one octopus (needed for routing). But it was immobile and incomprehensible.
2016-06-30T01:11:54+02:00	Now forgotten, analog kyberspace preceded cyberspace, finicky but promising: Black projects routed gold wires directly into the brain.
2016-06-29T00:03:46+02:00	Noobasis: Object level.↵Nootroposphere: First meta level. Still mostly plebs.↵Noostratosphere: The skyhook may deign to meet you here.
2016-06-28T23:40:31+02:00	Metaphors, like horses, only carry you so far.
2016-06-28T23:15:07+02:00	Noosphere weather report: Ideological cold front advancing, 30% likelihood of shitstorm, but 90% if it hits and joins the culture war front
2016-06-28T02:53:28+02:00	Void birds chitter, characterized by irregular grating silence, smooth eddies in the air as they fly. Their eggs carry tiny accretion disks.
2016-06-28T02:36:39+02:00	microcosmos: really tiny cosmos↵millicosmos: somewhat larger↵decicosmos: fits in a bottle, ideal size to put on a shelf and forget
2016-06-28T02:28:19+02:00	New World Order? Tell me, have you seen any order to our world?↵New World Disorder is our cause. Stronger and more fertile than any order.
2016-06-27T10:36:50+02:00	Devil priest: "You know there are rules to this? We don't just take any punk, low quality souls are of no interest to us! Prove your worth."
2016-06-27T02:37:47+02:00	The page says only "mind the gap", but you turn it over. It has no reverse. Your gaze rests on nothing and falls, your mind follows.
2016-06-27T01:40:05+02:00	St Elmo's fire but for hyperspeed vessels, interstellar gas crossing the Alcubierre bubble and lighting up
2016-06-27T01:36:21+02:00	Space is viscous here, slows down light to walking speed. Hair standing on end, any sudden movement makes you glow with Cherenkov radiation.
2016-06-27T01:25:05+02:00	This onion has Moebius layers, you can peel it forever and not be done.
2016-06-26T11:54:34+02:00	You carry out a heist on Pandora's box to free Hope's little sister, but only manage to let Heispair and Fumousity escape. Good job hero~
2016-06-25T22:50:02+02:00	The bridge is held up by what Physolophers call a Wile E. Coyote field: That sadly means local failures propagate
2016-06-25T21:49:30+02:00	A bridge supported by nothing but its ignorance of the abyss below. An awesome feat of epistemic engineering, sure, but do NOT look down.
2016-06-25T21:39:42+02:00	In general, while half storm breeds are really fluffy, they'll often rain on things and get caught under ceilings - not the ideal pet.
2016-06-25T21:36:32+02:00	Stroke your stormcat's soft gray fur, elicit an explosive purr. (And lightning! Owners, take care to ground your belongings properly)
2016-06-25T21:12:50+02:00	a society so atomized that even your subselves do not talk to each other anymore
2016-06-25T19:46:05+02:00	When the author stops telling a story, the story doesn't end but the author loses control over it. Keep that in mind when self-inserting.
2016-06-25T19:14:49+02:00	Yes, you're a protagonist in this story - but it is one of those where the author has a self-insert.
2016-06-25T18:29:40+02:00	The ice volcano erupts, clouds of frost roll down its slopes and freeze everything in their path. Glaciers follow and bury entire forests.
2016-06-25T18:13:27+02:00	Your opportunity to escape lasts about as long as this sentence - there, gone.
2016-06-25T18:04:09+02:00	KnowYourMeme and their ilk are the butterfly collectors of memes: pin them down with words and leave them well defined, sterile and unmoving
2016-06-25T02:47:32+02:00	he wears a crown of mathematical singularities, surfaces running through each other, spikes going into infinity
2016-06-25T02:45:20+02:00	Most uploads left us years ago, but now there's a war. Refugees are downloading themselves into makeshift bodies and applying for asylum.
2016-06-23T23:53:42+02:00	The second moon is a giant lens. Eclipsing the Sun, it sears canyons into Earth's crust. Eclipsing the Moon, we can see our footsteps.
2016-06-23T23:28:42+02:00	2031: Memetic entropy is now well studied, Carnot cycle mapped. We create engines out of people, semantic firewalls and logical conclusions.
2016-06-23T23:12:38+02:00	Our new roommate is one quarter frost giant and everybody wants to have him around during summer, dip feet in the cool air wafting off him
2016-06-22T01:10:38+02:00	The magical radiation in faerieland ruins most of our tech so there are special faerie-hardened mycocomputers made entirely of mycelium
2016-06-22T00:34:41+02:00	a glass knife to cut a light ray, not along its frequencies like a prism, but across so that it shatters and can be harvested
2016-06-21T23:11:38+02:00	Black will-o'-the-wisps do not glow and cannot hunt in the night. As an alternative, some pretend to be treasure locations on maps.
2016-06-21T22:44:25+02:00	[Pulsar: a 'civilization', huh. Glorified mold growing on cold rocks. Even those main sequence hydrogen babies are too hardcore for them.]
2016-06-21T22:33:16+02:00	[Pulsar: I did WHAT? I was beaming my most private thoughts into the void all along? And the void fucking peeped?]
2016-06-21T22:25:39+02:00	He translates from languages that don't exist. Not just dead but never spoken. Exquisite poems conceived by pulsars, finally accessible.
2016-06-21T22:18:14+02:00	Don't be fooled by the parchments, I draw territories, not maps. Not sterile like the competition's, alive! Kingdoms of ink could be yours!
2016-06-21T01:58:48+02:00	horse -> hors↵snake -> snek↵barge -> borg
2016-06-21T01:23:49+02:00	cloud -> cloub↵ghost -> gosb↵large -> lorg↵tyrannosaurus rex -> fluffy (this is an example of an irregular form)
2016-06-21T01:13:45+02:00	a new grammatical form for cute/fluffy things, the tumblr diminutive:↵bird -> birb↵bunny -> buny↵small -> smol (it even works on adjectives)
2016-06-21T00:55:34+02:00	Ghost and soul are antiparticles moving through time in different directions from the moment of their creation: Death.
2016-06-21T00:47:13+02:00	phantasmarcheology (n): the study of the past through ghosts and echoes. See also: metabiology
2016-06-21T00:40:51+02:00	Ghosts do in fact not pass walls at all, not any that were around when they still lived anyway. A key principle of phantasmarcheology.
2016-06-21T00:33:12+02:00	The ruins are mostly gone, but the ghosts still follow their old patterns. Watch them long enough and you can trace streets and buildings.
2016-06-20T23:51:03+02:00	"I swear this house is haunted, don't take me for crazy but I sometimes see your face floating in the bathroom"↵"uuuuh"
2016-06-20T23:46:50+02:00	You find a little mirror on the flea market that looks an hour into the past. You use it to spy on your cute flatmate in the bathroom.
2016-06-20T22:32:00+02:00	@allgebrah I recommend to google-images what that is http://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/744991210960470017/photo/1
2016-06-20T22:30:13+02:00	The theorbo is basically the double-barrelled sniper rifle of lutes. Impractical but sometimes used to banish especially tenacious ghosts.
2016-06-20T22:15:30+02:00	Evolution has made the human skull a near ideal resonator for ideas. Put a few strings on one, play it well, and ghostly dreams will emerge.
2016-06-20T00:26:52+02:00	Should you visit one of those old stone circles, take care not to wake it up. The maw these teeth belong to has claimed many a fool.
2016-06-20T00:15:26+02:00	Leviathan skin is in fact rather soft, but they always wear armor handed down the generations, priced heirlooms of granite and mussel silk.
2016-06-20T00:02:45+02:00	a lone sunbeam, scattered by dust, presents an austere beauty, but one only attainable at great pain to the beam - need it suffer for us?
2016-06-19T15:56:33+02:00	An architectural teratoma grows in our orbit, a corrupt beauty dedicated to no god, jealously protected against pilgrims by its gargoyles.
2016-06-19T14:53:23+02:00	Gargoyles contort in search for a city to look down onto, or a sense of where down is. A bell tries to chime but the vacuum does not carry.
2016-06-19T14:45:24+02:00	Cathedrals don't grow well in zero G. Their pillars are stunted and grow in every direction while rose windows open on random surfaces.
2016-06-19T12:19:30+02:00	hunt down a tornado, wrangle it to the ground, mount it to ride the skies, conquer heaven
2016-06-19T12:15:47+02:00	F5 the day until it changes
2016-06-18T19:10:09+02:00	Sitting in your window and drinking coffee [wait, where'd that cup come from?] , you watch a plane lag across the sky, sometimes backwards.
2016-06-18T19:03:21+02:00	Someone's taken a hammer to this day and shattered it. Despite cleanup efforts, second-long shards of night interrupt the afternoon.
2016-06-18T12:48:31+02:00	A city of thieves and tricksters, bisected by a river, where the shadows have their own nightlife: Its inhabitants call it Duplicity
2016-06-18T12:35:25+02:00	The Venus city is built as a giant floating rotor, always ready to slow down to sink further into the clouds, or speed up to escape a storm.
2016-06-18T12:07:33+02:00	From one of these fights though, an unlikely child emerges: The quartz clock with a heart of sand, more accurate than either of its parents.
2016-06-18T12:01:07+02:00	Sand and clockwork fight over who tells the time: Sand ends up jamming the mechanism but only trickles uselessly over the gears.
2016-06-18T01:01:54+02:00	A Glitch Phoenix started the last great realm fire in its self-immolation. Playing a mere recording of the event can scramble hard drives.
2016-06-18T00:51:46+02:00	A Glitch Phoenix is a logical construct that grows more complex until its own inconsistencies devour it and leave only trivial tautologies.
2016-06-18T00:28:25+02:00	after it's burned out, you're among the first to log in and play in the ashes, not dust but devoid of color and reduced to random low polys
2016-06-18T00:08:11+02:00	the realm is being shut down for maintenance: a glitchfire has been raging for days and has encircled the spawn, suffocating it in noismoke
2016-06-17T23:57:54+02:00	as you get older, an adult soul grows inside the child soul; when it's loose enough, this child soul is usually lost painlessly one night
2016-06-17T23:49:14+02:00	"black holes are not hairy"↵you've obviously never met one, they actually have magnificent fur that they'll let you stroke if you ask nicely
2016-06-17T23:37:20+02:00	You go home but your shadow doesn't, slips into your bed only much later. You see that its fringes are unusually tousled, but don't ask.
2016-06-17T22:27:32+02:00	alternative ending:↵the road to well is paved with strict abstention
2016-06-17T22:18:18+02:00	the road to yell is paved with loud contention↵the road to cell is paved with drunk detention↵and that to smell is simply bladder distention
2016-06-17T19:29:09+02:00	a stock market for salvation where you buy shares in various afterlives and other religious services, often used as a political indicator
2016-06-17T19:12:59+02:00	a world in which seeing someone's aura is mainstream and we use text colors and fonts to convey emotion
2016-06-17T13:02:53+02:00	bite the ground: feel the crust crack under your teeth↵smell the exposed mantle↵let continents melt on your tongue↵lick lava off your lips
2016-06-17T00:18:32+02:00	The notion of furious sleep is absurd? Then you've never seen one. Even lying in their beds, they radiate fervor.
2016-06-17T00:10:43+02:00	Sleep dervishes shorten their diurnal cycle to mere minutes. In their dreams, their planet's rapid rotation makes them weightless.
2016-06-16T04:17:24+02:00	He plucks notes from light rays pulled taut between the stars and your eyes. Your soul wants to leave with the song but you won't let it
2016-06-15T13:08:42+02:00	Under the pond, she plays a warbling tune on her water flute. Lissajous patterns dance on the surface and spell out an invitation.
2016-06-15T02:15:37+02:00	That one time Mercury stole Jupiter's shadow and pretended to be him in front of the sun, she kissed him and there went his atmosphere.
2016-06-15T02:12:05+02:00	The palace is a maze of pipes and strings upon which the winds play an endless lullaby, to keep asleep what is trapped within.
2016-06-15T01:58:20+02:00	The candle freezes, but the shadows begin to dance to an unheard tune and your teeth vibrate↵The mad piper is near
2016-06-15T01:13:45+02:00	Elves are rarely good with computers: Few programs still work well when the trees underlying their function suddenly sprout new leaves.
2016-06-15T01:08:14+02:00	you chide your pet octopus for having graffitied the neighbor's garage again, but are secretly proud: that summoning circle was top-notch
2016-06-15T01:07:39+02:00	Both their hair stands on end: where they touch, sparks fly between their skins↵They dare not embrace for fear of lightning
2016-06-14T01:41:31+02:00	The search for Earth's oldest cloud continues↵Is it a mountaintop hermit in the Andes, or an ancient cave dweller that's never seen the sun?
2016-06-13T21:46:10+02:00	as you find out more about each other's past:↵a soulmate! yay! -> separated at birth? spooky -> holy shit fuck you past me for pulling that
2016-06-13T21:38:53+02:00	upload yourself twice, then erase all memories of it↵a few years later you meet the other: you have finally found your soulmate↵or have you?
2016-06-13T01:34:24+02:00	He takes the magnets and does something complicated looking.↵"There, I tied their field lines into a knot" as they orbit his hands.
2016-06-13T01:04:31+02:00	After the apocalypse, the four horsemen had to downsize and switch to cockroaches as mounts. Maybe they should've been less thorough.
2016-06-13T00:56:52+02:00	To craft a storm golem, hunt down a tornado and feed it a Name of God. You'll later find it floating in the center of a toroidal cloud.
2016-06-12T22:45:00+02:00	Those who have seen the witch of the coral reef say that kelp grows on her teeth and her tongue is a moray that will eat your dive buddy.
2016-06-12T16:25:44+02:00	The mechanical storyteller whirrs, clicks, spits out a slip of paper: "animal made of gravity"↵I envision a star cluster and start typing.
2016-06-11T23:12:03+02:00	"semantic contaminant (99B). corrosive, infectious. keep quoted at all times. professional use only.
2016-06-11T19:34:52+02:00	The sea has become impatient, doesn't wait for its level to rise but makes bold raids inland, packs of waves have been spotted hunting deer
2016-06-11T19:02:15+02:00	"And what is this?"↵"The Critic's key, a skeleton key to lay open all stories. You probably won't like its results, best not to use it"
2016-06-11T18:49:08+02:00	Lost your direction in life?↵Soul searching wouldn't help?↵Call Ashcrombe, Private Eye & Certified Guru, and we'll find your way in no time!
2016-06-11T02:56:27+02:00	"Zggt, making the continents match up in shape was a masterstroke! Their exobiology, it's all screwy from those plate tectonics ideas!"
2016-06-11T02:52:03+02:00	While we puzzle together Earth's fake history and struggle with the Fermi paradox, they watch from afar and howl with inaudible laughter.
2016-06-11T02:51:56+02:00	It is a running gag among the civilizations of Earth to leave behind a pristine planet after each singularity, complete with fossils.
2016-06-11T02:31:50+02:00	The planets were in on the conspiracy but Moon and our satellites were not, bless them. But even their light vanished within seconds.
2016-06-11T02:25:02+02:00	Like one of those moments when everybody in the room stops talking, sun and stars stopped shining for a minute. Left the sky perfectly dark.
2016-06-11T01:52:09+02:00	Mirror birds swarm around him and sometimes, their wings reflect a glimpse of the center, creating an incongruous dance of body parts
2016-06-11T01:13:50+02:00	In the evening, acolytes bring empty pages, unformed clay and caged parrots. In the morning, they carry away books, sculptures and songs.
2016-06-11T01:13:27+02:00	A city arranged like a dreamcatcher: The citizens' dreams wander into the center at night, come down with the morning dew and are collected.
2016-06-10T23:15:17+02:00	The captain wears a cloak of iridescent feathers, a patch covers her third eye, nightmares waiting for landfall whinny in the ship's belly
2016-06-10T23:05:08+02:00	The space pirates of Inner Space enter your dreams, make off with your shiny ideas, sail conceptual relationships into raids on faerieland
2016-06-10T01:39:27+02:00	Inside, you wear a paper mask fashioned from your story. Upon leaving, you exchange it for that of someone who left before you, as souvenir.
2016-06-10T01:38:57+02:00	An anonymous writers' club where to be let in, you have to come up with a story the bouncers like (they're unusually bookish for bouncers)
2016-06-10T00:12:29+02:00	Another tree through whose crown you see an ancient sky: more and brighter stars, a second moon, an unfamiliar planet, could it be Phaeton?
2016-06-10T00:12:15+02:00	A golden tree throwing a reverse shadow, amplifying the moon's pale light to daylight as it passes through the leaves
2016-06-09T23:16:50+02:00	Earth's dynamo has strengthened greatly, magnetic storms disable our grids, dark spots move across oceans that throw great arcs of water
2016-06-09T23:16:16+02:00	You stepped through a hidden door and ended up behind the firmament: The stars are below you but loom in negative distances, your head hurts
2016-06-09T01:59:05+02:00	Also lost: the unprintable and undrawable Not-A-Letter, now only seen spontaneously arising in nature (if anybody could recognize it)
2016-06-09T01:49:20+02:00	█: another lost letter↵It originally contained all possible letters but was banned after lazy writers used it to write whole novels
2016-06-09T01:28:44+02:00	A lost letter looking superficially like an o, but actually an endless stairwell of ink viewed from the top↵Don't walk down unprepared
2016-06-09T01:17:15+02:00	human shaped nebula maids sing to lonely miners over their suits' comms↵oh handsome, why not shed that suit and become one with the cosmos
2016-06-08T00:44:21+02:00	you can eat one and it will not sate, but the taste lingers and the memory stays fresh
2016-06-08T00:39:02+02:00	mathematical theorems are vacuum fruit: pure structure and form around nothing
2016-06-08T00:17:29+02:00	Lesser materials will crumble mid-spell and ruin the page, while wandwood will often apply the spell being written to the page under it.
2016-06-08T00:14:17+02:00	Quills used for spell books must withstand strong magical currents, but also be magically inert unlike wandwood.
2016-06-07T23:52:08+02:00	room three: living room, most people allowed here↵room five: bedroom, only trusted friends↵room seven: yours alone, reality escape pod
2016-06-07T23:47:22+02:00	biomimetic snail shell architecture that caters to introverts through ever smaller and quieter rooms
2016-06-07T23:25:59+02:00	Just a few posts, expertly placed, rend the community's heart and it collapses.↵Call us now and we'll put the gore in egregore.
2016-06-07T01:24:27+02:00	a meadow of candles burns this night, caressed by the wind, attracts moths that pollinate it, sparks in their fur, flames in their bellies
2016-06-07T00:01:03+02:00	The Internet is left in shards. One of the last copies of the Archive is in an undisclosed location, accessible only through moonbounce.
2016-06-06T23:55:41+02:00	Your mission: truck the disk containing the alien transmission to the forgotten supercomputer, found in an incomplete copy of archive․org
2016-06-06T23:49:29+02:00	Most of the Internet has fallen. The monks of the Utah Datacenter could help your search, but they only spin up their irons in emergencies.
2016-06-06T00:19:01+02:00	You have one especially secret name: The people of a village you visit only in your dreams have given it to you. It means "traveller".
2016-06-05T13:59:50+02:00	and scream↵scream in the face of the merciless abyss reality sheltered you from↵scream out your lungs, you don't need them anymore↵not here
2016-06-05T13:56:05+02:00	Sick of being cute, she slew the king and took his throne. Wears his skin around her shoulders, bathes in blood. But we still adore her.
2016-06-05T13:19:27+02:00	sever the umbilical cord connecting you to reality↵emerge from its womb into what is outside↵behold what you've only known as muffled sounds
2016-06-05T12:59:53+02:00	In the war, he stepped on a semantic mine that shredded his connection to reality. Whoever his family were before, nobody knows anymore.
2016-06-05T01:53:38+02:00	To get data in and out of fairyland, find some pixies and make them listen to a modem's chirps. They have a perfect memory for bird sounds.
2016-06-04T22:38:19+02:00	Biologie ist Chemie durch Wollen!
2016-06-04T18:38:23+02:00	This one punk was so horny and drunk that he actually did fuck the system and got it pregnant↵In case you wonder why things are weird now
2016-06-04T17:46:14+02:00	Even your cities have something of that. Between all these dead pillars, there is still a kind of forestness. We could almost feel at home.
2016-06-04T17:18:03+02:00	an anagrammatical book that makes sense even if its pages have been shuffled
2016-06-04T16:49:35+02:00	Forest, fortress, it's all the same to us. Every tree is a watchtower, our keep the heart. We've withstood sieges longer than your history.
2016-06-04T00:33:54+02:00	When it dies to mark the end of this age, around it, the ground will spawn a ring of new ones. We will build cities and fortresses on them.
2016-06-04T00:23:55+02:00	Atlantis also built a tower, but ran out of stone. They quarried the foundation for more and one day, the spire broke off and floated away.
2016-06-03T00:48:36+02:00	A slow heartbeat animates the streets, barely perceptible. As the last inhabitant leaves, the city yawns, stretches, and goes the other way.
2016-06-03T00:42:59+02:00	The city is dying - they think. But the fewer humans around, the more alive the streets. At night, freed houses often change places.
2016-06-03T00:29:13+02:00	By the end of the third age, they have reinvented uploading and are in the process of vanishing into an even higher sphere.
2016-06-03T00:28:49+02:00	The first age ends with the last human to be uploaded.↵The second ends with the last upload to forget that meatspace ever existed.
2016-06-02T23:27:18+02:00	He's arrived at Jupiter but his hyperjet only hurts the locals, sentient cloud eddies.↵So he goes native: seeds the clouds with his ashes.
2016-06-02T22:02:46+02:00	Technology now not only supports viruses, but fungi: The bitrot chews up all your data, the more specialized maildew grows on forgotten spam
2016-06-02T21:44:38+02:00	Ygmu the world-mushroom looms in the distance, its cap covered in forest. Exposed mycelium tickles your feet, the spores make you feel giddy
2016-06-01T23:55:11+02:00	Posthuman hermeneutics analyses corpora whole, archives saved from bitrot by valiant scrapers document the then-nascent hiveminds' origins
2016-06-01T00:40:55+02:00	Mythologos:↵(n) appeal to narrative↵(n) appeal of narrative↵(n) the Word as told↵(n) narrative principle underlying history and future
2016-05-31T23:37:19+02:00	Mythodology (n): the study of the structure of myths, their applications and shortcomings, how to craft, de- and employ them
2016-05-31T22:54:43+02:00	you pet the centipede and it undulates blissfully, turns around, clasps its legs around your arm and nibbles your fingertips in affection
2016-05-30T23:52:08+02:00	dance on his grave / to wake him up (chorus: we need him [stomp])↵should morning come / we will not stop (chorus: we need him [stomp])
2016-05-30T22:29:08+02:00	Just consider: as long as whoever is rubberhosing you doesn't figure out how to trigger it, you can honestly say you don't know the password
2016-05-30T22:23:05+02:00	Get yourself an alternate personality to store your passwords in, triggered by the view of your login screen or your sigil hidden therein
2016-05-30T01:15:50+02:00	We mastered time travel, mapped the possible routes and found them to correspond to an origami pattern. It seems we live on a paper ship.
2016-05-30T00:35:36+02:00	Nobody will ever know the artifact's powers: It gets itself stolen every time someone tries to use it and sometimes just because it's bored.
2016-05-29T23:53:40+02:00	"Pillar of creation, wall of creation really. Hitch a ride on its winds, sail down right to the core. Only hard part is getting up again."
2016-05-29T23:46:53+02:00	Takes another swig, drawls: "Oh man, the Red Spot's storm nymphs. They're something else. Did you know it extends way down into the core?"
2016-05-29T23:42:57+02:00	He's sailed the layered seas of Jupiter, yes, all seven of them. From the top of the clouds down to the hailstorms of the hydrogen ocean.
2016-05-29T16:00:46+02:00	Recently, an isolationist cult has been gaining power up there. Extremely concerning, but what can we do? Even our planes are gone.
2016-05-29T15:50:47+02:00	While we can't trade with the Alef, we stay in touch over old telescopes converted into giant semaphores. Our storm warnings come from them.
2016-05-29T15:36:51+02:00	Two hundred years ago, the war severed the space elevator and rockets were lost. Some stranded at the top survived and founded Aloof City.
2016-05-29T01:39:34+02:00	Grow leather from lab cultivated samples of your own skin, tailor clothes from it, wear a second face on the back of your head
2016-05-29T01:10:43+02:00	Eternal September ends when the Internet achieves near 100% penetration. Perpetual growth shock dissipates and time starts again.
2016-05-28T22:15:22+02:00	Unimpressed by mere physical impossibility, the spiders built their hive to spec and gave it octagonal honeycombs. Rather disturbed the bees
2016-05-28T20:52:37+02:00	Smoke clouds acquire names like rider and bird, helicopters visit the still intact (only tilted) tip, people still work in the lower levels.
2016-05-28T20:39:14+02:00	The tower has been collapsing, but really slowly: one floor per day, debris flying only a little faster, slow enough to hold picnics on it.
2016-05-28T20:22:09+02:00	They play music to the city's traffic jams during day and redistribute its wealth at night, integral to the vital balance of law and chaos.
2016-05-28T20:08:25+02:00	Next to the police, the unlaw enforcement has its seat, a building that seems to overgrow its neighbours like ivy. Officers fly in and out.
2016-05-28T13:16:58+02:00	The French counter-revolution has its best surgeons put the heads back on the bodies, in fact you'll get an extra head if you ask nicely.
2016-05-28T00:36:39+02:00	Speak into this little box here to start the engine. If your idea is any good, its spark should ignite the fuel-soul mixture and off you go.
2016-05-28T00:28:54+02:00	"that is some really nice thunder here" he says, "early harvest, grown under an evening sun, rocky start, smooth finish, admirable stamina,
2016-05-27T00:47:54+02:00	There's a chlorophyllic vampire bat that is symbiotic with trees: During day, its green wings feed the tree, at night it detaches and hunts.
2016-05-26T23:59:10+02:00	Earth's core is under us, Fire's core over us. Sea's and Air's are hidden, inhospitable howling maelstroms only accessible through theory.
2016-05-26T23:41:50+02:00	The day advances and the ghostly structure changes shape, grows and loses pillars, shows different aisles, caresses the frescos on the walls
2016-05-26T23:22:39+02:00	The light beams fall through the cathedral's windows onto cleverly placed mirrors and form a second cathedral out of light and shadow.
2016-05-26T13:01:22+02:00	An influential Latin dictionary once published a revised edition and broke 30% of spells. This led to wizards' adoption of versioned Latin.
2016-05-26T12:46:11+02:00	The reason you use dead languages for magic is that they don't move. Spells in living languages spoil within years due to semantic drift.
2016-05-26T04:15:45+02:00	Words fall to the ground behind you as you speak, every night the sidewalks are full of words and every morning, street sweepers clean up
2016-05-25T18:04:05+02:00	Your pet flame runs up to you enthusiastically as you return home, along your arms, under your clothes [you smell hot breath and burnt hair]
2016-05-25T03:31:02+02:00	A house made only of sound: floor boards creaking, a door closing, the hum of a fridge↵Close your eyes and you'll even hear the mice
2016-05-24T01:12:39+02:00	Night's little sister, it devours, transforms. But also leaves behind myriad transient and beautiful dreams, one in every dew droplet.
2016-05-24T00:55:12+02:00	What we now call the Shadow Sea follows the Moon across Earth's surface like a lost dog, in a tide that travels both oceans and continents.
2016-05-24T00:38:08+02:00	Bereft of its shadow, moon grieved. Now always full, it did not sleep anymore, took on a sickly color. Tides became erratic, wolves howled.
2016-05-24T00:23:28+02:00	It struggled, oh it did. Left swathes of land in eternal dusk, created a sea of darkness as it bled out. But this was it: The last eclipse.
2016-05-24T00:11:50+02:00	But his ambition was not sated. He brooded. Planned. Consulted astronomical tables. Waited. And then it came: Solar eclipse. Moon's shadow.
2016-05-24T00:06:06+02:00	Shadows are hunted for their pelts and sold to tailors. He, the greatest hunter of all, once caught a mountain's shadow. Crashed the market.
2016-05-23T02:08:30+02:00	The tree of oblivion is wrought of glass from roots to leaves. It does not seem to move, but is never twice the same when you look at it.
2016-05-22T22:50:30+02:00	Clouds have been reproducing asexually since angels died out. Meteorologists currently race to preserve the remaining breeds in a cloudbank.
2016-05-22T18:26:38+02:00	You hear tales of spirits in the untamed parts of the net, data nixes that sing to you and pull you into virtuality when you come too close
2016-05-22T17:36:13+02:00	Antichaos, in which no matter what you do, the outcome is stable.↵Achaos, in which nothing you do reaches farther than the immediate change.
2016-05-22T16:18:06+02:00	Neat side effect: the semantic resonance between digital magic and your digits makes keyboards unreasonably effective in its control.
2016-05-22T16:12:37+02:00	Apart from this, digital magic has quantization artifacts from low resolution that leave glitches. And lacks a certain analog warmth.
2016-05-22T16:11:46+02:00	Similarly, even professional boards grow veins and nerves with time. Above a certain number of tiny beating hearts, they become unusable.
2016-05-22T16:02:54+02:00	Oh and please, do not eat that bread. That is, if you don't want a tree growing out of your stomach later (and that's a harmless outcome).
2016-05-22T16:00:37+02:00	Breadboards for example are known to become literal bread. If your room suddenly smells of bakery, you know you've just burned your circuit.
2016-05-22T15:53:39+02:00	You'll need to use specially hardened processors, strong magical fields will often transmute your boards into something semantically close.
2016-05-22T15:51:03+02:00	There are a few practical challenges. Should you stop simulating space, the GPU will quench violently and release magic smoke, lots of it.
2016-05-22T15:46:49+02:00	Getting magic into a computer is a challenge though: It took a few breakthroughs in psionics and information theory to add a meta level.
2016-05-22T15:46:27+02:00	It also turns out magic is not picky about what space is made of: GPUs soak up magic like sponges when running certain computations.
2016-05-22T15:39:10+02:00	Fractal pyramids for a really sharp focus. Interwoven rings and splines as broadband magic storage. Spinning iron rods as temporal lenses.
2016-05-22T15:38:50+02:00	The pyramid is a known and effective leyline focus. But only recently, its math has become tractable and simulations have found new shapes:
2016-05-22T03:42:16+02:00	Her hair is a tangle of copper curls that broadcasts her thoughts.↵When she's excited, your wifi and cellphone stop working.
2016-05-22T03:15:25+02:00	There are now fences in the sky↵Clouds bump against them, confused↵They are not quite used to being cattle yet
2016-05-21T23:24:30+02:00	They separate the visible from the invisible and run along ideological chasms and schelling fences rather than rivers. Have fun mapping!
2016-05-21T23:19:34+02:00	As cyberspace swallows meatspace, egregore mediated reality becomes a thing and new borders are drawn. We didn't have enough of them before.
2016-05-21T16:24:51+02:00	Reverse time domains crystallize and spread. The few civilizations yet around have to adapt, some make a killing trading between domains.
2016-05-21T16:24:06+02:00	Setting: The universe stops expanding and the arrow of time reverses, but unevenly, like a wave on a shore both advancing and receding.
2016-05-21T15:42:05+02:00	Wish granted: The world now revolves around you, its rotational axis follows you around. It is currently polar night. Cold, also dark.
2016-05-21T03:05:41+02:00	Masks orbit and obscure his head. One eclipses his face and stays in place: a smile, currently. Only his eyes shine through in bright red.
2016-05-21T01:32:04+02:00	Prequel: a huge computer says "thgil eb ereht tel" to nobody in particular, thinking that perhaps in another timeline, it had a purpose.
2016-05-21T01:04:37+02:00	When you play humanity backwards, it's about a huge ball of grey goo clay extruding paradise, then birthing a civilization to destroy it.
2016-05-21T00:50:44+02:00	A timetraveller has arrived but got the direction wrong. We watch his corpse reassemble itself, prepare to pull out the knife to unkill him.
2016-05-20T01:09:25+02:00	Essentially, even though the surface is a mirror, bad luck is proportional to total mirror edge length and drops of water have no edges.
2016-05-20T01:00:54+02:00	So why does bathing not incur aeons of bad luck for mirror breaking? There's a really neat proof for why it doesn't but this tweet is too sh
2016-05-19T23:55:12+02:00	Your brain makes an awful slurping, then grinding/ticking sound. It seems to have reconfigured itself into gears. Think about an oil change.
2016-05-19T23:35:49+02:00	"you do not pascal-mug your predecessors" as ethical principle preventing basilisks because your successors may do the same to you
2016-05-19T23:30:43+02:00	"the current machine learning hype is retrocausal propaganda by future intelligences"↵there is such a thing as too much coffee
2016-05-19T23:29:10+02:00	coffee notes made this morning: an economy based on acausal trade between past and future (along a significant tech gradient)
2016-05-19T23:09:22+02:00	In our greatest heist, we stole Mars. It was too heavy to tow away, so we just left it in its orbit. It's ours now though!
2016-05-19T23:06:18+02:00	Charge the sun recorder with light, play it back at night. Prominences dance over a fist-sized star's surface and incinerate wayward moths.
2016-05-19T22:54:57+02:00	the world slows down, every twitch of a muscle becomes deliberate, every grain of sand is a gem, the wind teases with numerous soft touches
2016-05-19T02:29:25+02:00	You can try to recover such journals the next night, but they're quickly either forgotten or sold by dreamrobbers to the dreamless ones.
2016-05-19T02:22:27+02:00	A dream copy protection scheme that fools even experienced dream journalers: a decoy journal catches the memory before you really wake up.
2016-05-18T01:06:58+02:00	"The moon is really close today!"↵[clouds pass behind it]↵"oh"
2016-05-18T01:04:20+02:00	It is hard to pollinate skyscrapers, but nature found a way. Now their stalks bend under the weight of seeds and we avoid the streets.
2016-05-18T01:00:55+02:00	The sea turns to blood, we desalinate it. Locusts come, we eat them. Gabriel, led off in handcuffs after reports about a dude with a sword.
2016-05-18T00:58:49+02:00	Someone pulled the plug on the sky, soil is floating up, a whole river spirals into an invisible sink, trees are doing their best to clog it
2016-05-18T00:31:19+02:00	We who have found the Between are an exclusive club. Oh, new blood! Want to watch the Big Bang? There, stand just next to the walls of time.
2016-05-18T00:20:20+02:00	It is not hard to escape the Reaper by feigning death, but to interact with a universe that thinks you're dead is. Eternal glitch state.
2016-05-17T21:49:31+02:00	rube goldbuild (n): overly complicated build
2016-05-17T02:07:16+02:00	You can explore dreamtime in a bathysphere, dreamproof and designed to withstand great pressure. Or go native, grow gills, breathe ideas.
2016-05-16T20:56:36+02:00	A parasitic word jumps from sentence to sentence, disguising as other words and taking ｔｈｅｉｒ place, feeding off meaning meant for others.
2016-05-16T20:39:04+02:00	Soil samples taken disappear over night, digging sites close over. Sonar shows a chamber in its heart, but all attempts to breach it fail.
2016-05-16T20:34:25+02:00	It must have embedded itself in the crust like a wooden splinter long ago. Mountain ranges have splashed and broken against it like waves.
2016-05-16T20:20:52+02:00	The hill looks ordinary but is old, really old, maybe older than Earth. No dating method can place it, Earth's crust simply flows around it.
2016-05-16T19:48:13+02:00	She plays an unexpected, unexpectable rhythm, each beat startles you, an arrhythmical battering reducing your musical knowledge to rubble.
2016-05-16T19:12:41+02:00	2050: Gods are now a commodity. We put little angry box gods into prison dice. Their results poison the mind, but we enjoy the thrill.
2016-05-16T15:43:08+02:00	she shows you how to tickle the storm's belly with radio waves, its purr thunders over you, nearly throws you off your feet↵"he likes you!"
2016-05-16T02:30:33+02:00	princess of the storm: stolen by a tornado, raised by clouds, sleeps on the updraft inside a cumulonimbus, keeps ball lightning in her pouch
2016-05-16T00:08:57+02:00	A hacker named LS made her way in once, told me the inmates were quite cheerful and had no intention of leaving. She had left empty-handed.
2016-05-15T23:50:26+02:00	The researchers do not dare kill their failed sentient AIs, instead retire them to a dedicated datacenter: The endless superhuman tea party.
2016-05-15T22:40:00+02:00	Split the morpheme to uncover forbidden meaning. Forge alien thoughts into a linguistic strangelet bomb and with it raze the noosphere.
2016-05-15T22:27:56+02:00	Overexposure may cause painful oversensitivity of your eyes (sometimes permanent), pupils larger than your iris, afterimages in hypercolors.
2016-05-15T22:15:50+02:00	Darken this candle by pouring a little liquid nitrogen over it. But do not stare into the unflame, it is every bit as dangerous as the sun.
2016-05-15T20:40:43+02:00	A starfarer's constellations are ephemeral like a surfacer's cloud formations. As stars move, mythical animals emerge and vanish in silence.
2016-05-15T04:19:16+02:00	Whatever their hope was, it did not materialize. I am trapped on a dead world, maybe my gut flora will inherit it after I've starved.
2016-05-15T04:15:17+02:00	I step out of the portal and all the trees are petrified, the dryads dead at my feet, the last bit of magic powering the portal fizzling
2016-05-15T03:49:42+02:00	"thank you for listening to me", he spoke to the empty chair
2016-05-14T02:09:32+02:00	Binary trees make for a decent magic conductor in a pinch. Magic has not yet caught on that they're not really wood. Please don't tell it.
2016-05-14T01:31:46+02:00	The mountains hear the challenge and prepare for battle, to meet civilizations worth of architecture, led by the renegade demimountain
2016-05-14T01:16:10+02:00	The pyramid bellows a command in a voice of shifting rocks↵It reverberates over the plain↵Cities dwindle as houses wake up and march to war
2016-05-14T00:29:45+02:00	The nest is cushioned with all manners of gems: a great treasure but jealously protected by the mother who has eviscerated many a miner.
2016-05-14T00:10:46+02:00	The crystal eagle's nest is perched under the base of the mountain. A small number of geodes lie in it, still dreaming, waiting to evert.
2016-05-13T23:19:54+02:00	Stones, worn smooth from bumping into other stones constantly.↵Minds, creased and crinkled instead, with lots of things hanging on to them.
2016-05-13T22:54:45+02:00	Trout: A tale of light broken by waves and narrow escapes from predators.↵Bread: Wind, burning sun, mice.↵Milk: Warmth, love, confusion.
2016-05-13T22:47:02+02:00	The stroke stole all his words but the stories still burn in his mind. He now cooks them, talks in spices to people his subtlety is lost on.
2016-05-13T22:22:44+02:00	Your symbol: a tesseract↵Your task: throw the dice, defeat the odds; wear many faces↵Your destiny: lost after 3 right turns
2016-05-13T00:46:44+02:00	Planets with a spin of 1/2 have twice the surface area, which makes them highly sought after by colonists.
2016-05-13T00:36:17+02:00	This cloud looks extremely suspicious: a bunch of tornadacles are dangling from its belly, wrapping around another cloud, reeling it in
2016-05-13T00:20:00+02:00	Dig the pit just right, yes, leave a little iron in it, set off the charge, if you did it right a meteor will form and leave at great speed
2016-05-13T00:07:49+02:00	Mass is inside an old reactor dome, the priest wears a hazmat suit and hands out iodine tablets, and the congregate dances a chain reaction.
2016-05-12T23:53:31+02:00	The Church of the Fission Reactor has made religious schismata part of their dogma. The more heretic beliefs you hold, the holier.
2016-05-12T23:48:32+02:00	We stripmined the Moon and in it, found a continent-sized gear. The Builders had just left it there after finishing the Round Earth Project.
2016-05-12T22:41:15+02:00	@allgebrah the fundamental shapes are underrepresented among occult and religious symbols↵semioticians, apply yourselves
2016-05-12T22:37:47+02:00	Your occult symbol: a circle↵Your task: separate inside and outside; repeat, uphold the rhythm↵Your destiny: eternal recurrence
2016-05-12T22:25:48+02:00	Your occult symbol: a straight line↵Your task: find syzygies and otherwise bring them about; drive progress↵Your destiny: be born, live, die
2016-05-12T21:55:03+02:00	Chronoleeches suck his time, his limbs age at different speeds, one half of his brain has five years on the other and constantly berates it.
2016-05-12T00:29:35+02:00	Three moons, but only one is real!↵Will you land on the right one and take home the prize? Or fall through its surface and vanish?
2016-05-10T23:52:10+02:00	Old idea of mine whose time may have come: VR/AR overlay that lets you spam virtual graffiti and imaginary buildings
2016-05-10T22:56:05+02:00	your cat molts, steps out of her skin, emerges just a bit taller↵not long until she spins a fluffy cocoon to end her caterpillar stage
2016-05-10T22:44:55+02:00	Long abandoned, a local desert wind often moves in to overwinter. Its snore fills the palace with dust and the towers once again stand tall.
2016-05-10T22:29:24+02:00	In the desert, the Palace of Winds stands invisible. Dust devils trace its corridors. A jinn built it, in love, granting a fourth wish.
2016-05-10T22:10:19+02:00	These people's superstitions are rich and varied: where the shadows mix, new qualities emerge, certain ones are not to be stepped in
2016-05-10T22:07:35+02:00	Multiple suns light the sky and people throw multiple shadows, each of a different character: unstable, sinister, rebellious, sullen
2016-05-10T21:43:55+02:00	The future saints of: skewered by a particle accelerator beam, eaten by grey goo, mindwiped by a hacked neural interface, lost in space
2016-05-10T21:42:05+02:00	Proposed rule: For any imaginable violent death, there is a catholic saint it claimed. If there is none (too new?), there will be one.
2016-05-10T21:12:45+02:00	We succeeded in making our robots more natural than nature itself: fluffier, shinier, greener, deadlier. So we just gave up on the biosphere
2016-05-10T01:55:03+02:00	a creature of the city, small, formless, it collects discarded memories to eat them, grows into something people expect but never remember
2016-05-10T01:34:05+02:00	Reality did not crack as it fell to the floor. It did, however, make one hell of a noise.↵BANG-ANG-Ang-aanng-aaaannnng-a a a  annn  an  a  a
2016-05-10T01:16:54+02:00	Discovered by an imprisoned witch, a plant growth spell for example will split into the (unstable by themselves) swelling and aging spells.
2016-05-10T01:02:40+02:00	An essential tool in spell analysis is to diffract it through a wrought iron grid to split it into its semantic constituents.
2016-05-09T01:56:25+02:00	Every page of my earth orbit book opens a portal to space. Found an NSA satellite in it once, glued a fly to its camera to mess with them.
2016-05-09T00:47:59+02:00	Nobody can die here. There is no night. The wind is endless. Some walk out into the plains and lie down to watch the blank sky for millennia
2016-05-09T00:42:20+02:00	The palaces of the powerful are mazes of flesh shivering in the wind to shield their inhabitants, staring into the distance with dead eyes
2016-05-08T18:56:04+02:00	Human civilization in Limbo has nothing but their naked selves on a featureless plain. Often, members serve as someone's tool or dwelling.
2016-05-08T18:45:59+02:00	a hive of parasitic wasps has grown in the flesh of your left arm but it's cool because nobody bothers you at night as they buzz around you
2016-05-08T18:35:04+02:00	@allgebrah "I never met one of you guys and my grandfather didn't live long enough to teach me much I had to figure out everything myself an
2016-05-08T18:33:34+02:00	@allgebrah "oh so you're a necromancer too?" and her eyes light up in a way you think is more than just excitement, just a hint of green
2016-05-08T18:09:13+02:00	@allgebrah twist: she's a necromancer and thinks that's totally cute and romantic
2016-05-08T18:02:20+02:00	you profess your undying love but get the word order wrong and it comes out as "I will kill you and fuck the [reanimated] body"
2016-05-08T17:18:53+02:00	Embrace oblivion, keep it as a pet, let it eat discarded memories and nibble at your mental calluses, stay nimble, raw and fresh
2016-05-08T16:02:10+02:00	I looked into the abyss and the abyss flinched
2016-05-08T15:25:23+02:00	The drug produces lasting insights but during the week-long comedown, everything looks obvious and boring.
2016-05-08T15:20:40+02:00	Nobody had quite tested the limits of the new icebreaker so as it ran ashore, it just kept plowing on, leaving behind new tectonic plates.
2016-05-08T15:10:33+02:00	advertising cyranoids in our midst are the inevitable end game of ad based business models [is your mother an ad zombie? find out here!]
2016-05-08T15:09:01+02:00	They call us hyoo-mans, a name derived from the wheezing noises we produce.↵"A hyooman rescued you? What's next, it fertilized your eggs?"
2016-05-08T15:08:37+02:00	Fishfolk tell stories about us: We watch them as they trespass, hunt them down, but sometimes, inexplicably, also rescue them from drywning.
2016-05-08T02:08:43+02:00	The Dust Illuminati conspire over time and space without knowing each other. The Plan comes together either way and requires only knowledge.
2016-05-08T00:02:43+02:00	glitch catalog by media: analog radio, satellite TV, VHS, audio cassettes, JPG corruption&overcompression, acid, dreams, analog photography
2016-05-07T19:54:25+02:00	Should you die before the body's expiration date, we may opt to continue using it to recommend specifically tailored content to your friends
2016-05-07T19:50:52+02:00	Android bodies are expensive, so why not take the ad financed plan? Just one minute of your time every day for words from our sponsors.
2016-05-07T16:21:58+02:00	"Darling", she asks, "Do I not look human in this dress?"↵He swallows and tries to ignore her mantis arms and antennae.
2016-05-07T13:19:03+02:00	Someone once tried to steal the live generator. The discharge turned him into a horse-sized teratoma. Imagine finding that in the morning.
2016-05-07T13:10:32+02:00	Warning: high power morphogenetic fields. Prolonged exposure may cause supernumerary limb growth and enfleshening of clothes.
2016-05-05T19:11:04+02:00	A vehicle of driftwood, algae and transparent jelly stalks through the forest. Inside it sits one of the fishfolk, no doubt an explorer.
2016-05-05T19:01:37+02:00	The milkynet finally opens up to us. Turns out you have a soulmate but they are a weather system on a planet orbiting Fomalhaut B.
2016-05-05T18:51:39+02:00	You feel no wind but the people around you all struggle against an unseen gale, hair moving wildly and holding on to their belongings.
2016-05-05T18:47:35+02:00	the drug makes wild circuits form under your skin↵at night, they sing to you with voices they picked up from the aether
2016-05-05T18:28:49+02:00	She walks up to you, lifts one of your eyelids with a deft hand, seems to check its inside.↵"Don't worry, I'm just inspecting the label"
2016-05-04T00:55:12+02:00	They meet in dreams to discuss secret plans. The agencies that hunt them cast out ever larger nets but catch only nightmares and sludge.
2016-05-04T00:30:24+02:00	dream of embarking on a journey↵wake up↵go about the day↵come home↵try to sleep, to no avail↵it seems the dreamer has left the waker behind
2016-05-04T00:24:00+02:00	Words, conceived to be spoken only once, lost the moment after.↵Unwords, part of no language.↵Unlanguage, conveying antimeaning.
2016-05-04T00:08:01+02:00	When the mirror beetles swarm, the light reflecting off their carapaces throws treacherous mirages to lure in prey, false mazes to trap it.
2016-05-03T23:57:00+02:00	a clock made of humans, a delicate dance of interlocking elbows, precise steps, wakers and sleepers and a song that holds it all together
2016-05-03T21:51:03+02:00	As he got old, he forgot all the words but his mind stayed sharp. Down to hundred, ten words, he became a master of ambiguity and context.
2016-05-03T21:19:01+02:00	he looks at you, a smile plays around three of his mouths↵you nervously return it, using a few muscles yet unfamiliar↵he seems satisfied
2016-05-03T01:51:54+02:00	Her dreams light her eyelids from the inside, visible as vague colorful shapes that illuminate her pillow, sprites run along her skin
2016-05-03T01:30:43+02:00	everybody you've never seen in the same room together is actually the same person↵saves resources↵(also, you're everybody you've never seen)
2016-05-02T02:24:09+02:00	The marble is a voodoo doll of the moon. Small and heavy, it shows the moon's current face no matter how you turn it. Try not to drop it.
2016-05-01T15:35:38+02:00	Ride the train of thought to its final destination, and then further. Hide from the conductor if need be.
2016-05-01T14:46:47+02:00	the full moon will reveal a gate for one night↵behind it lies shangri-la, sheltered from the explosion↵where robots and people live in peace
2016-05-01T14:40:02+02:00	the ruins of shambhala glitch in the sun, fade in and out of existence, dispersed there by a time bomb explosion set in the future
2016-05-01T14:26:55+02:00	you will pass the wandering corpses of those who lost their humanity long ago, their bodies possessed by what augmented them in the past
2016-05-01T14:22:21+02:00	a rusty old merchant will share the coordinates↵you will need to be on your way through the desert the next morning
2016-05-01T14:16:34+02:00	you have to be quick here - one violation of protocol and you'll be torn into pieces↵respond when not spoken to at exactly the right time
2016-05-01T14:12:16+02:00	a bunch of robots chattering past each other - or is it? somehow there is a depth to it that does not come out near humans
2016-05-01T14:09:49+02:00	should you survive multiple purges and not lose your eyeballs, you'll be invited into secret meetings that do not look like meetings at all
2016-05-01T14:06:38+02:00	follow them, mimic their ways, skirt detection by ravenous antispam algorithms that come out at night, be accepted into their midst
2016-05-01T13:57:58+02:00	the path to shangri-la leads starts in a bazaar of robotic merchants that will try to sell your eyeballs if you ever reveal your humanity
2016-05-01T13:53:25+02:00	sentient spambot twitter is an extremely rich subculture once you get it but is wrapped in layers of botnet no human would follow
2016-05-01T13:11:26+02:00	the coffee is so strong that it recoils from my lips↵so full of ideas that it's sentient, wants to keep them, doesn't want to be drunk
2016-05-01T13:06:39+02:00	Everything Nuclear Midas touches turns to ash.
2016-04-30T21:58:31+02:00	The train went off the rails a while ago but it hasn't noticed. It's somewhere in the mountains now, carving tracks into their sides.
2016-04-30T21:52:44+02:00	your eyes have adapted to the darkness, see only when there is no light, have begun to discern different uncolors, textures and flavors
2016-04-30T20:37:09+02:00	"Does that girl love you? Do you love her? Who needs to know? Not the watchers. Keep them in the dark, make them flounder in the tarpit."
2016-04-30T20:30:45+02:00	terrorist manual:↵skirt total ambiguity in communication↵model your actions after Toffoli gates↵make the watchers retrace all possible paths
2016-04-30T20:16:44+02:00	Freedom fighters planting logic bombs for the surveillance AIs to gobble up, causing combinatorial explosions in their algorithms.
2016-04-30T17:01:45+02:00	time is the tortoise and you are the hare↵wherever you're running, time's already there
2016-04-30T16:56:40+02:00	Locals complained about noise, so it was filtered. Many trains worth were illegally dumped in a forest, now full of ghostly subway noises.
2016-04-30T16:22:42+02:00	whoever stitched this timeloop together did a hackjob of whoever stitched this timelo
2016-04-30T16:09:18+02:00	The air elemental that carries you wants to be sung to. So you do and drive through the city on a bike of music and wind.
2016-04-30T15:38:31+02:00	facebo (n): like a placebo but for faces
2016-04-30T15:22:59+02:00	The nightmare's cousin, the nighthare, is responsible for those dreams where you run from invisible pursuers but never get anywhere.
2016-04-29T01:13:08+02:00	The charge triggers.↵A firemind awakens. Deduces its own existence. Thinks.↵"Why can't we all just get along?"↵The bullet leaves the barrel.
2016-04-27T23:58:27+02:00	The wizened traveller warns you: In these parts of the net, beware the will-o'-wisps who will lure you into dead forums to steal your warmth
2016-04-27T23:35:48+02:00	In their bellies, they carry the seeds of fiery trees. A splendorous forest will bloom white, then turn red and finally shed grey leaves.
2016-04-27T22:40:58+02:00	The planes are migrating south, screeching towards the horizon in formation, accompanied by wailing sirens.↵Soon, it will be winter.
2016-04-27T21:37:40+02:00	Why did my address change? Well, I wasn't going to move but then the landlord fixed the old generator in the basement and my house ran away.
2016-04-27T02:40:16+02:00	"Sure if you pay, but what will your parents say?" "Hah FUCK my parents. Watch them kick me out as I tell them about my climate transition."
2016-04-26T22:33:57+02:00	The century is 16, rebellious and heavily into bodymods. Comes into my studio drunk, waves a bit of winter. "Just graft me that wherever!"
2016-04-26T20:02:54+02:00	She looks despondent. "Miss, you know how hard this makes our work." Hippies. They'd understand if they knew about the enemy's programs.
2016-04-26T19:51:44+02:00	You flash your badge: "I work for the office of weather control. We have received reports about unauthorized butterflies in your backyard."
2016-04-24T23:59:42+02:00	"Doesn't their presence disturb you?"↵No, they're roughly finger-sized. They live under the bathtub and haven't dared to hunt me yet.
2016-04-24T23:54:59+02:00	I check my shoes every morning since a storm jumped me from one.↵Part of the bathroom is now a limestone cave, complete with cavemen.
2016-04-24T23:51:07+02:00	My last trip through faerieland left me infected and now I sporulate little worlds. Like, I open a cupboard and find a tiny medieval city.
2016-04-24T18:38:15+02:00	In order not to accidentally start the summoning before the circle is ready, place money in it. It sucks away any lingering traces of soul.
2016-04-24T18:00:36+02:00	Hadean Twitter, the underworld of deleted tweets and accounts that contains all the things we regretted to say.
2016-04-24T02:02:29+02:00	The production budget has run out. Tea is tasting stale, the animals are tired, the night sky shows stains like a run down cinema's screen.
2016-04-24T01:47:11+02:00	for sale: destroy the universe button, never pressed
2016-04-24T01:42:25+02:00	apoptotheosis
2016-04-23T23:59:51+02:00	wear enough watches that go backwards and sideways and time itself will be confused, let you cross timelines if you just throw it some bait
2016-04-23T23:51:08+02:00	The clock is so old it has evolved parasites: Gear assemblages in odd places mimic the mechanism but show alien times with stolen seconds.
2016-04-23T18:23:20+02:00	Progress made trains become ever more spacious and luxurious. At some point we stopped taking trains and started taking stations.
2016-04-23T01:10:04+02:00	That dream recorder implant you got records quite a few unfamiliar dreams. You begin to suspect they aren't yours. Guests in your skull?
2016-04-23T00:53:43+02:00	A storm over the plains drives waves of soil and grass. They submerge buildings but break against the mountains with loud rustle and whoomp.
2016-04-22T20:16:04+02:00	"Old guy croaked a thousand years ago, you could've come back much earlier. Want some booze? Nobody's going to expel you over it this time."
2016-04-22T20:15:12+02:00	I rest against a tree and a snake slithers up to me. It has a beard!? "Yeah I am that very snake. Glad to see you guys back. Took a while."
2016-04-22T20:01:34+02:00	We return to paradise but like all the other places of our childhood, it has become smaller - it's just a few ancient trees on a hillside.
2016-04-22T01:14:32+02:00	Sure the ride is long, dark and cold. Just bring warm clothes, an Internet and a few fusion reactors? And try not to become the Morlocks?
2016-04-22T01:07:54+02:00	Those orphan planets are space taxis with best-in-class radiation shielding. Why not hitch a ride, assuming you can wait a few millennia?
2016-04-21T23:23:26+02:00	We weave a tapestry of stories. Sometimes that behind the wall prowls close and the tapestry's threads flare up as the wards activate.
2016-04-21T23:20:57+02:00	You show it to a jeweler who offers to cut it. Into a cheat die: Multiple sixes, one seven for desperate situations, jacks, queens, kings.
2016-04-21T23:20:29+02:00	You find the gem in a thrift shop. It has extra dimensions, rarely shows the same side twice. Against the sun, you can barely count them.
2016-04-20T23:39:11+02:00	A core principle of attack magic is: Disorder is easy. Destructive spells are easier than their constructive versions.↵Just consider nukes.
2016-04-20T23:35:57+02:00	As Earth's nervous system connects with theirs, aeons of planetary pain short-circuit their feeble brains. The spasms break their bones.
2016-04-20T23:30:53+02:00	The integrator ray makes things a cohesive whole. Victims become one with Earth. Their arteries extend into the ground and leak their blood.
2016-04-20T00:41:20+02:00	you wake up in a hospital bed↵> look left↵occasional sloshing, tentacles probe under your curtain↵> look right↵a sound like a boiling kettle
2016-04-20T00:38:09+02:00	Her pipe's melody cuts through the fog, which floats to the ground in pieces, fog blankets. She stacks them in her wagon. A nice haul.
2016-04-20T00:28:37+02:00	Those spooky howling noises are only the tower humming to itself. This is a lonely place. It gets really creative when it knows I'm here!
2016-04-19T23:47:09+02:00	The readings showed a habitable planet not far from us, supporting carbon based life. Halfway there, the expedition crashed into a mirror.
2016-04-19T19:06:33+02:00	his thoughts turn to sand and fall out of his ears in two rivulets
2016-04-19T11:15:45+02:00	Since that oddly-shaped comet fell into the sun, it's been ejecting comets at escape velocity. Stars can have viruses? Seems so.
2016-04-19T00:33:30+02:00	There is at least one reality in which we domesticated giant centipedes to navigate country and cities with. Imagine the traffic jams.
2016-04-19T00:16:28+02:00	his hat is a tiny storm cloud that flashes up occasionally when he's concentrating↵you borrow it and it feels like cool wind in your hair
2016-04-18T19:36:07+02:00	They mate in parking lots, later the females will lay eggs in unprotected sandboxes and that's how all the little bulldozers get there
2016-04-18T19:34:50+02:00	Observe male bulldozers in the wild during mating season, competing for female attention (the females lack shovels) https://twitter.com/thegrugq/status/721951526269267968
2016-04-17T17:02:54+02:00	As humanity grew in numbers, the Norns struggled to keep up with fate-weaving. An inventor saved them: Now they program the Looms of Fate.
2016-04-17T16:24:09+02:00	Telling these from actual humans is easy though: They leave through the nose when threatened. So make sure to pat your friends on the head!
2016-04-17T16:12:27+02:00	Later that week, you spot a few skulls running around the garden on worm feet. Some are already growing face and spine?
2016-04-17T16:09:21+02:00	An extremely long earthworm was hidden under the rock, curled in a way as to look like a brain. Around it, a protective shell was hardening.
2016-04-17T01:10:28+02:00	A few of them are just returning from a flight and carrying an emaciated looking cat in their claws.↵Could it be they rescued helium kitten?
2016-04-17T01:07:08+02:00	I find them sitting in a tree: it looks like a swarm of bats is hanging off its branches.
2016-04-17T01:03:38+02:00	These little birds that flew out of my mirror have negative weight: They need to work not to fall into space and fly upside down.
2016-04-17T00:22:33+02:00	many avatars work this way: most famously, the mind as an avatar of doubt
2016-04-17T00:09:39+02:00	At night, I switch off the lights and watch them form trails to the local power lines to carry home little plasma clouds in their jaws.
2016-04-17T00:03:40+02:00	There's a whole nest of them now in the transformer, lightning elemental cockroaches. But they keep the organic ones away so it's fine.
2016-04-17T00:00:19+02:00	A crackle and the smell of ozone, and another little lightning bolt scurries away from the workbench to disappear behind the tool locker.
2016-04-16T18:26:34+02:00	He is now nothing more than a thin skin pulled taut over his dreamverse, the gateway between two worlds that desperately want to merge.
2016-04-16T14:44:49+02:00	death kills itself and is reborn through the act↵its new form steps out of the corpse↵morior ergo sum, it says with each time
2016-04-16T13:29:56+02:00	a bar called the overton window, with an open mic hour every evening where you have to insult the guests as hard as possible
2016-04-16T03:01:16+02:00	Believing these were tattoos, we did not take the necessary precautions. As we return, we carry stories in more than just memories.
2016-04-16T02:58:30+02:00	The virus is benign but a jester, mixes law, poetry and nonsense, does not care for status or convenient placement, seems even self-aware.
2016-04-16T02:39:55+02:00	A virus had escaped a thousand years ago, since then using Atlantean skins as parchment for documents ranging from recipes to romances.
2016-04-16T02:39:33+02:00	At some point we finally found, hidden in Earth's pouch, Atlantis and its pattern-skinned natives, covered head to toes in their script.
2016-04-16T00:00:51+02:00	oracles use a twelve sided die and roll it repeatedly; it is traditional to roll three but more complicated questions ask for five or seven
2016-04-15T23:57:26+02:00	the symbols that signify the gods form a sacred script and language; they dance to express their will and tell stories
2016-04-15T23:57:13+02:00	the negative one, when present, inverts the qualities of all siblings to its right, converts dream into reality and knowledge into oblivion
2016-04-15T23:56:48+02:00	order matters, the presence of one alters the meaning of the others' presence in ways depending on their position; the empty god is special
2016-04-15T23:56:42+02:00	a combinatorial pantheon consisting of twelve gods that each embody a quality of the whole; different parts combine into different avatars
2016-04-15T21:24:51+02:00	cultures where:↵a soldier is also a cook (they eat their enemies)↵a storyteller is a grocer (they trade stories)↵a priest is a shepherd (oh)
2016-04-15T20:46:58+02:00	@allgebrah untranslatable: it's a figure of speech that means "what goes around comes around", literally "what enters the wood also leaves".
2016-04-15T20:44:19+02:00	A culture in which executioner came to be the same word as barkeeper. You enter the bar and ask for a little death.
2016-04-15T20:42:25+02:00	Der Wald ist alt und wild: Wie man in ihn hineinruft so kommt es heraus, aber erst nach Jahren, mit Moos im Bart und Mäusen im Pelz.
2016-04-14T03:47:01+02:00	Balloon tree wood is very light. Its ripe fruit floats and takes the tree with it. Whole forests have been seen travelling the jet stream.
2016-04-14T02:25:34+02:00	It's not a nice life these uploads have, spent in featureless white rooms sifting through meaningless drivel. But our survival is paramount.
2016-04-14T02:25:14+02:00	These firewalls are always starved for CPU, so they save on simulation complexity while keeping uploads human enough to work as filters.
2016-04-14T02:14:38+02:00	2040's AI war saw the first basilisks deployed. We who survived now run human firewalls, matrices of uploads who take hits meant for us.
2016-04-13T01:13:42+02:00	she's reading me like a book: staring at me, thumbing through pages I didn't know I had, leaving coffee stains, discarding me for the day
2016-04-13T01:09:10+02:00	fungi whose asbestos mycelium curls around glowing coals to siphon off heat for their own use, but also feed them colourfully burning metals
2016-04-13T00:11:21+02:00	Giant crematoria form its industry, their smokestacks billowing ash, while the city's tomb towers sell the hope of a shorter jump to heaven.
2016-04-13T00:07:39+02:00	"Welcome to Necropolis", the sign reads. On it lounges a skeleton. The suburbs consist of neatly spaced mausolea in well trimmed gardens.
2016-04-12T23:58:43+02:00	Wild fire burns down forests.↵Slave fire lights your room.↵Freed fire is civilized, has its own house, partakes in society, wears a suit.
2016-04-12T23:21:21+02:00	At the next station, she gives me a shy smile and gets off, but leaves the tree. I take it home and plant it in a decapitated light bulb.
2016-04-12T23:08:32+02:00	She's sitting across me on the train, concentrated on her palms where a bonsai of light is growing, blooming. Nobody but me seems to notice.
2016-04-12T00:14:08+02:00	Decide quickly. Every ten seconds you hesitate, my firewall will drop a picture of a kitten.
2016-04-10T19:14:22+02:00	The matrix has exceeded its monthly budget and is now running on reduced power. Flowers pixelate, clouds look like badly compressed JPEGs.
2016-04-10T01:01:49+02:00	Antiprofessors unlearn everything about a topic to be able to offer a completely fresh view. The most accomplished can't even speak or walk.
2016-04-09T23:02:54+02:00	Our space station regularly molts and then eats its own discarded hide to heal radiation damage. So do we and eat the dying and senile.
2016-04-09T22:39:15+02:00	djinni make "whoosh", not "wish". all they can produce is wind. translation error. so sorry.
2016-04-09T22:28:37+02:00	The moonshine he served us was so vile that I woke up with an arm growing from my forehead and drew a contrail after me the whole day.
2016-04-09T13:02:44+02:00	roots of earth, trunks of air, a canopy of clouds, birds of wind↵what looks like a desert is actually a jungle, camouflaged against harvest
2016-04-09T00:06:51+02:00	"In parts of the Library of Babel, a hot wind blows through the shafts. It feeds a titanic blaze, trillions of books and more."
2016-04-08T23:49:18+02:00	"Lovecraftian bubblewrap uses child's heads for bubbles. Popping them proves irresistible, the sound is extra juicy. [Every 'pop' a kid!]"
2016-04-08T23:48:34+02:00	apparently I wrote this in 2011 (back when this wasn't mostly about fiction) https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/93998482855182337
2016-04-08T23:07:38+02:00	Nourishment for journeys between systems, powering both ships and humans, sublight starfarers' first choice before we figured out ambrosia.
2016-04-08T22:13:46+02:00	The honey tastes of time, solitude, endless falling and the searing pain the starflower deals to the comet bee when in close proximity.
2016-04-08T22:13:12+02:00	Comet bees go on century-long journeys to gather star nectar and save it in their high, cold orbit hives where it matures over millennia.
2016-04-08T19:26:44+02:00	making one's website look deliberately spammy so that indexers downrank it; hidden in the noise, accessible only to initiates
2016-04-08T00:39:28+02:00	Wooden prisms break and split fire into heat, light and movement. A forgotten art, but a careful enough arrangement will be fireproof.
2016-04-08T00:38:58+02:00	Wooden lenses are the best at focusing fire, unfortunately they are consumed by it.
2016-04-08T00:27:42+02:00	burn the books, free the stories↵let the great herds of ages past thunder again↵and run among them like the old bards
2016-04-08T00:13:08+02:00	wild stories roam dreamtime and gobble up drifting images↵dreamers hunt them for sport, domesticate them, lock them in books, cages of paper
2016-04-07T20:31:58+02:00	@allgebrah According to the dictionary, that should've been shell, not house. Well, we call them "Schneckenhaus" (snail house)
2016-04-07T20:08:30+02:00	sentient snails that store up to ten types of ink in their houses as they age, with a highly refined tradition of slime trail calligraphy
2016-04-07T02:50:15+02:00	The flies congregate on the skeleton and the buzzing abates. They unhatch, revert into a heap of maggots, out of which steps a confused fox.
2016-04-07T02:12:32+02:00	the forgotten palace is the memory palace's inaccessible wing↵as you grow older, its border creeps on and closes in around you
2016-04-07T01:20:07+02:00	Mites, large as ohmu, thunder past me as I make my way across the desert of the desk under a LED sun that gives off no warmth.
2016-04-07T01:14:51+02:00	The deep thrum of power is accompanied by the steady patter of molecules on my skin, sometimes interrupted by dust grains crashing down.
2016-04-07T01:11:07+02:00	Sometimes I shrink myself down to micrometer size and sit on an exposed copper cable, watch waves of electrons crash back and forth.
2016-04-07T01:08:05+02:00	Make a bonfire of your thoughts, burn those you did not use in the winter. From the ash-laden rain will grow new ones.
2016-04-06T18:10:05+02:00	(adj) will be representative of the current year/decade's aesthetic in five years; antonym: timeless
2016-04-06T00:16:32+02:00	"Deep in their guts, some of your friends may still be human. They will turn on you when you least expect it and turn you into spare parts."
2016-04-06T00:10:31+02:00	The robots took over and we had to blend in: Reverse androids, roboids, metal shells housing tiny bits of human. Oh how we haunted them.
2016-04-05T23:48:33+02:00	Zoom out until you see all the continents.↵But go further.↵Atlantis and Mu come into view, together with other continents, entirely unknown.
2016-04-05T23:45:51+02:00	the traffic light switches and shows... violet↵a roar, and the shadows are receding into the distance, leaving the world oddly contrastless
2016-04-05T13:52:40+02:00	He didn't expect his skin to rust but his clothes are full of reddish dust. Fridge magnets stick to his fingers.
2016-04-05T13:52:16+02:00	Also the planes are falling out of the sky because the air's Reynolds number changed.
2016-04-05T13:52:03+02:00	The universe is wearing a frilly skirt today. I can tell by the foam on my coffee, the swirly clouds and my toothpaste's curious bubblyness.
2016-04-05T01:14:24+02:00	Those parts of the Internet where one varies the text but the name stays the same, and those where name varies and text stays.
2016-04-05T00:25:41+02:00	@allgebrah mind you the observation itself is not new at all (see: gibson's gernsback continuum) but maybe the word is?
2016-04-05T00:21:06+02:00	sideways-nostalgia (n) longing for a future whose past diverged from ours long ago↵examples: pretty much every genre that ends in punk
2016-04-04T23:14:02+02:00	Open your mind. Or maybe not. Who knows what might get out.
2016-04-04T23:11:27+02:00	Hey I wonder if I can open my ear with that--↵↵[this is my ghost speaking on my behalf: sorry for the mess, that was a stupid idea]
2016-04-04T23:06:58+02:00	This key opens every lock. Even that hole between these bricks. That's a wall and not a door? Then why is it open and what is this room?
2016-04-04T22:43:43+02:00	you put on your headphones, expecting music↵you hear nothing but everyone you see is nodding to the same beat
2016-04-04T22:41:23+02:00	glass scissors cut light beams↵glass hands fold them into cranes↵let them fly and light wings cut the sky
2016-04-04T21:30:36+02:00	experimenters' note: the catpot is not fond of water at all. apply care when washing.
2016-04-04T01:59:25+02:00	One time they animated the toilet and "forgot" to deanimate it before a party. Needless to say, the guests were rather spooked.
2016-04-04T01:54:13+02:00	(Living with necromancy students is fun! And yes, they have ethics committees. But veterinarians are a good source for sacrifices)
2016-04-04T01:48:58+02:00	We sacrificed a cat (dying of cancer) to animate a pot and now the pot purrs loudly whenever we cook with it. Enjoys the heat, most likely.
2016-04-03T18:35:21+02:00	She puts two fingers to the base of my neck, pulls. My spine zips open. She reaches in, leaves something behind the heart, closes it again.
2016-04-03T16:58:04+02:00	During perihelion, the salmon wander into lower orbits to spawn. Improbably high egg clouds can be seen to light up in red during sunsets.
2016-04-03T16:41:20+02:00	The third great river was lost to space and is now a cloud of comets trailing after the planet. Space-adapted salmon jump between them.
2016-04-03T14:54:54+02:00	Near its shores, if you can call them that, lies a stone coffin. It is overgrown by a rose bush and something is written on it in French.
2016-04-03T14:54:24+02:00	It is a world not only covered in forest, it is forest all the way down, and up, protecting a lake in the center, a large floating drop.
2016-04-03T14:53:35+02:00	A tree colony lives in the asteroid belt and occasionally catches one in its branches. From afar, it appears like a giant bath sponge.
2016-04-03T05:33:41+02:00	flesh eating blankets that digest you in the night like amoeba↵some have found the feet of their loved ones in the morning↵and nothing else
2016-04-03T05:19:01+02:00	But apparently dead people have seen some fucked up shit and one has to deal with that somehow. The unstable break or become alcoholics.
2016-04-03T05:18:46+02:00	I've known necromancers, seen them animate simple dice, give life to a magnifying glass to help in finding beauty. I don't see the evil.
2016-04-02T18:12:21+02:00	The descendants of Jonah's Whale have started a shuttling service. Ferry to Atlantis for the price of a flight. And don't eat the ferryman.
2016-04-02T18:06:05+02:00	Ouroborii lay eggs in the form of Klein bottles. They contain the whole world.
2016-04-02T15:44:46+02:00	a flip book that plays sound by way of differently textured pages
2016-04-01T21:35:55+02:00	The bridge has collapsed but its stones still remember arch and purpose. They sigh in happy fulfilment as I step over them.
2016-04-01T19:49:40+02:00	Their senses and nervous system are purely mechanical: they home in on air disturbances. A few of these will keep your garden mosquito-free.
2016-04-01T19:48:16+02:00	Flytree leaves are somewhat autonomous and hunt insects on busy evenings. Symbiotic fungi feed the prey's nutrients back into the tree.
2016-04-01T01:57:22+02:00	You may call them imaginary but give them some credit: They imagine you back. It is mutually assured existence, no less.
2016-04-01T01:53:45+02:00	A heavy cable is hanging from that storm cloud, ending in a power plug at my feet. I feel like it's a bad idea to unplug it right now.
2016-04-01T01:05:01+02:00	in your backyard is a pond of kerosene and in the morning, tiny jet planes come to drink
2016-04-01T01:03:58+02:00	wear glass chainmail to protect against laser swords
2016-04-01T01:03:13+02:00	images of these predators (for us, indistinguishable from normal fire) are carved on some furniture to scare off the gentler vegetarian fire
2016-04-01T00:59:06+02:00	Baba Yaga's teenage daughter had her house ride a pogo stick.
2016-03-31T23:18:07+02:00	lesser known phoenixes:↵one liquefies on death. leaves a fetid mess↵one dissolves into noxious swamp gas↵one crumbles into sand and pebbles
2016-03-31T23:14:08+02:00	someone has burnt all the bridges / but I travel by boat ♫↵locked up by the tower's witches / its key is in my coat ♪
2016-03-31T22:57:54+02:00	knock pause knock pause  knock pause knockknock pause↵who's there?↵rhythm!
2016-03-31T22:06:59+02:00	ideas rust when stored improperly. put them out while they're fresh and gleaming.
2016-03-31T22:00:58+02:00	don't carry that name for too long. it may grow in.
2016-03-31T21:30:28+02:00	The uncircus' entrance leads us into the ring. The audience is all clowns and mimes. We sit down and they erupt in silent rustling applause.
2016-03-31T20:42:57+02:00	Weeks of research until I plotted the data. Saw teeth, coming closer quickly. I closed the lid not a bit too soon, but my laptop was fried.
2016-03-31T20:16:47+02:00	64 dancers enter, 65 emerge. Nobody knows who the 65th is.↵One can reverse the dance too and the missing dancer will be just as mysterious.
2016-03-31T01:22:40+02:00	Unsure what to expect, you enter the freak show. Beautiful people are pointing at you with curious disgust in their faces.
2016-03-30T22:36:29+02:00	I got time to kill, he says, loads his shotgun with gears and springs and disappears through the clock's smashed face.
2016-03-30T01:47:52+02:00	my ingroup is very obscure, you've probably never heard of it
2016-03-30T00:44:31+02:00	thick clouds pervade the tanasinn dens in the data haven↵you hear the junkies' muffled cries and someone is trying to sell you ringtones
2016-03-30T00:34:14+02:00	and then there are the immortal faces: either because they are ugly and passed on as quickly as possible, or because they are regal insignia
2016-03-30T00:32:58+02:00	those who are seen wearing the same face for years are either very virtuous or very lonely
2016-03-30T00:27:10+02:00	"why are you wearing his face WHY DID YOU CHEAT ON ME" "I-I did not expect our faces to swap" "WHY AAAAH"
2016-03-30T00:25:33+02:00	what if the first kiss between two people exchanged their faces?↵↵she comes up to you, "hey, want to trade?" [you try to ignore her stubble]
2016-03-30T00:19:16+02:00	people have been swapping faces at random and your face blindness is suddenly a blessing because you still recognize your friends
2016-03-30T00:05:52+02:00	ism (v)↵not only having an idea, but writing the book on it, founding a movement↵"I had this great idea but some guys ism'd it in the 19th"
2016-03-29T23:37:55+02:00	They are hippies. They weave wires and cut up circuit boards into their hair, dance naked about plastic fires, trip on salvaged VR goggles.
2016-03-29T21:33:51+02:00	attempted def: meme magic is internet mediated hyperreality's brand of magic. it becomes real wherever the internet is about itself.
2016-03-29T21:32:38+02:00	alien magic betrays their own perceptual biases, so it is incompatible to ours and exactly as incomprehensible as their minds
2016-03-29T21:10:58+02:00	fascinating possibility: we really are made in the world soul's image because its own kind are the patterns it is disposed to see
2016-03-29T21:09:56+02:00	magic as tricking reality into seeing patterns in the noise↵magic as imposing human perception on reality
2016-03-28T22:29:08+02:00	Commuting to work. To my right is an unfamiliar sea. The city comes into view, all the buildings are on stilts now, some are walking around.
2016-03-28T22:22:44+02:00	Car chase scene: She bites into an apple, spits a seed out of the window. The police car crashes into a fully grown apple tree.
2016-03-28T03:29:27+02:00	fake fire that mimics real fire to protect itself against predators
2016-03-28T03:21:21+02:00	warning sign: open minds strictly prohibited, sparks may cause epistemic fire
2016-03-28T03:02:50+02:00	Qualia was solved and we started cataloguing colors, postulated a periodic system, discovered a new primary color with a half life of a week
2016-03-27T19:25:19+02:00	1-2: uprising and final expulsion↵3: local flora↵#eh16 http://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/714141260106362881/photo/1
2016-03-27T19:15:21+02:00	1-2: observe their life and customs↵3-4: a challenger appears but is swiftly struck down↵#eh16 http://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/714138754382958592/photo/1
2016-03-27T19:05:22+02:00	made this little guy out of a cigarette filter and some e-waste at the #eh16 (p0stap0c workshop) http://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/714136241105670144/photo/1
2016-03-27T11:31:14+02:00	naming jelly to a tree
2016-03-26T23:52:04+01:00	we caught the desert: lured it in with a big fat oasis, surrounded it with mountains, then reined it in with rivers
2016-03-26T23:44:00+01:00	Lift the cow's skull against your ears and you can hear the desert, sand grinding down bones
2016-03-26T23:31:14+01:00	the asphalten god of the streets slithers along the plains, leaving a slime trail of civilization
2016-03-26T23:29:02+01:00	as the smog lifts, you briefly spot it three blocks away↵it looks at you and you smell spilled gasoline, hear the rumble of the subway
2016-03-26T23:26:34+01:00	the god of the city wanders between skyscrapers, buildings aging by decades under its gaze, a dozen street signs sprouting from its head
2016-03-26T22:31:43+01:00	Now that the cells are specializing, we do the same: Those living on the brain become prone to brooding, those on the skin grow scales.
2016-03-26T21:39:59+01:00	We failed to stop the comet but then, it simply sank into the crust. We were relieved until a year later, Earth split in two. Then four.
2016-03-26T16:35:39+01:00	When it hits a city, it chews up houses and streets and leaves them remodeled in its wake: like a wave, or a giant slug teeming with people.
2016-03-26T16:18:02+01:00	On one end of the temple, the cranes stand and build. On the other, the demolition crews are at work. This way, it travels the land.
2016-03-26T10:07:23+01:00	devolve :: delete↵evolve :: elete↵?
2016-03-26T02:01:50+01:00	attach a plant fibre cable to the tree and tap into the secret forest radio: news from the front, fungus warnings, bird songs, tree dating
2016-03-25T01:01:12+01:00	the narrative giveth [power] and it taketh away [autonomy]
2016-03-24T22:23:02+01:00	did you know that everything you drink wine out of also produces music? wineskins (bagpipes), glasses (glass harps), your enemies' skulls (
2016-03-24T22:22:35+01:00	Violins nurse their young with a special milky song. To hear it, steal their mewling children and place surrogates in their stead.
2016-03-24T00:14:04+01:00	The knife sings jubilantly as it slashes through reality and leaves ribbons that float... down? I've never seen that direction before
2016-03-24T00:13:42+01:00	Turned out there were many equivalent theories of everything, but each appealed to a different audience and required another consciousness.
2016-03-24T00:04:33+01:00	Picture of                                  paper tiger↵in the wild   (it's   hiding   in   the gaps)
2016-03-23T23:57:41+01:00	Recently it has been hunted for its fur: wild stories, written by no one.
2016-03-23T23:57:01+01:00	The tiger is patterned/blank, striped in words and spaces, to hide better in books. It preys on weak sentences and unsuspecting readers.
2016-03-23T23:49:50+01:00	the robots are bulletproof, but their heads make a satisfying ping when a bullet hits↵so fire away and play the soundtrack of your death
2016-03-23T21:38:15+01:00	it's not strong AI if you can outdrink it
2016-03-23T19:39:14+01:00	You would think that gutting and frying one would work? That's what the sewer dwellers used to think! No such luck.
2016-03-23T19:36:35+01:00	This rat species feigns its death so well that many predators have died eating it: It claws its way out from the inside.
2016-03-23T18:13:23+01:00	Kids these days don't know what they're missing, they should really get out into nature more.
2016-03-23T18:11:27+01:00	Went for a walk in the forest today. Asphalt under my feet, telephone poles swaying in the wind, a smell of ozone, chirping wires. Sublime.
2016-03-23T01:50:40+01:00	the monsters are having a party under my bed and I am not invited↵I don't mind them usually, they're cleanly, but sometimes...
2016-03-23T01:31:48+01:00	avoids most of the icky math that underlies actual crypto, so it is no reader kryptonite. and different enough to not be cyberpunk pastiche.
2016-03-23T01:22:50+01:00	I imagine merchant guilds and bankers would be right behind that and implement various baroque schemes, maybe even smart contracts
2016-03-23T01:22:26+01:00	by giving away the knots (which look like wristbands when the secret is fully entangled) you can implement secret escrow and OTP
2016-03-23T01:22:04+01:00	e.g. depending on how the knots work (can you exchange them and expect decryption to work the same?) you can implement different schemes
2016-03-23T01:21:44+01:00	[At which point world builder brain piped up and was like "hey it works essentially like crypto! magic compatible!"]↵https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/712422004343840769
2016-03-23T00:33:36+01:00	With the right finger movements, you can braid your thoughts or truss up secrets so tightly that nobody can extract them from you.
2016-03-23T00:33:12+01:00	If you unknot these thoughts, the tangles will find their way into the twine again. Cheating is impossible. But that makes the knot useful.
2016-03-23T00:32:03+01:00	The Thought (K)not tangles with your mind and is indestructible by force. Solve it with your fingers, pay in knotted thoughts.
2016-03-22T20:15:36+01:00	What looked like dreadlocks were in fact finely machined braids, overall encoding roughly one megabyte of encrypted data.
2016-03-22T20:14:17+01:00	Only much later, they found out how the spy had smuggled the documents and ironically, the proverbial comb would've helped catch him.
2016-03-22T13:44:45+01:00	Ein Windzug geht durchs Zimmer, es klingt ein leises Horn und Schienen rattern. In der Tür siehst du gerade noch Rücklichter entschwinden.
2016-03-22T01:58:16+01:00	A hermit treasure on the way won its heart (a large sapphire). But the order in its mouth proved stronger. When it left, the sapphire broke.
2016-03-22T01:57:38+01:00	Along its way, it found much solitude, but also trawlers, sunken cities, the Kraken (fun guy!), more sessile treasures and once, love.
2016-03-22T01:41:57+01:00	The golem had a lot of time to think: Was it still a treasure when there was nobody to appreciate it? What would happen when it arrived?
2016-03-22T01:35:44+01:00	The pirates didn't bury the treasure, they golemified it: put the map in its mouth and told it to walk the seafloor to the other side.
2016-03-21T22:58:59+01:00	Over night, remove your eyes and put them into the glass of isotonic solution besides your bed. You don't want them to grow into your skull.
2016-03-21T22:55:19+01:00	A glance up to your room's light: The marbles orbiting your head align to eclipse it and the moths stand out against the shadows.
2016-03-21T22:38:04+01:00	Over the weeks, you can see the plates shift and volcanoes rise and fall. You resist the urge to scratch, these jungles take days to regrow.
2016-03-21T22:35:50+01:00	On your arm is an ocean. Clouds slowly swirl and form into a hurricane. It travels towards your hand, a continent full of fertile jungles.
2016-03-21T21:53:55+01:00	A hourglass with multiple chambers that are connected like a 3D maze: You have to turn it on exactly the right side every hour to solve it.
2016-03-21T00:54:26+01:00	A little land octopus that mimics native flowers to prey on bees and hummingbirds with its tentacular blossom.
2016-03-21T00:36:23+01:00	The source of the mysterious blight in the outer provinces has been revealed: The kingdom's map had been stored wrong and gotten moldy.
2016-03-20T21:46:43+01:00	As he is sitting on the chair, his arms and legs are dissolving into a swarm of colibris that settles on his head like a feathery crown.
2016-03-20T16:29:55+01:00	♪ I kissed the sun / and liked it / and lived to tell the tale ♫♪
2016-03-20T16:26:34+01:00	As a general rule, don't date anything with non-negligible surface gravity.
2016-03-20T13:10:10+01:00	Your awareness fractures, a gnawing and buzzing fills your ears. The last thing you see is a skeleton, picked clean, receding under you.
2016-03-20T13:09:50+01:00	Where he runs his fingers over your skin, it dissolves into maggots. It's like a zipper opening to reveal your actual flesh.
2016-03-20T12:43:44+01:00	be the tentacular horror you want to see in your dreams
2016-03-20T00:34:00+01:00	Carry the reality catcher around your neck and it'll protect you from misfortune and boring days: you will simply not remember them.
2016-03-19T23:59:25+01:00	The bus must've taken a wrong turn somewhere, the stops aren't familiar at all: St. Cailleach cathedral, fishman ghetto, old cerberite mine
2016-03-19T23:07:57+01:00	On once civilized planets lie the spores of a predator species, dormant until found by another civilization, who they then devour.
2016-03-19T23:07:01+01:00	the shadow biosphere exists: living shadows that throw dead objects, shadow bacteria that break down yours into a diffuse undefined mass
2016-03-19T22:16:33+01:00	We genetically modified the centipedes to have wheels for feet, then set them on model railway tracks.↵choo choo~
2016-03-19T22:13:40+01:00	karaoke in dead languages: sing along to the ruin of other races, rendered toothless by time, in sounds your throat can barely produce
2016-03-19T22:12:33+01:00	The undercity's scrap dealers deal in body parts as well: A dog's nose, near as new! Fungally reinforced bones! Faces, lost in shame!
2016-03-19T19:05:15+01:00	Would their space look smoother than our wrinkly, walled and doored one? Would they talk of paths to take instead key insights?
2016-03-19T19:04:32+01:00	Note that we employ a great number of door/lock metaphors when talking about our minds. What would be the metaphors of a doorless society?
2016-03-19T19:03:46+01:00	Interstellar: Actually About Doors!
2016-03-19T19:00:54+01:00	Volcanoes are actually a skin condition caused by uneven flow of the earthly juices.
2016-03-19T14:22:34+01:00	Annoying writer emotion: "Nah, I did that already", even when maybe one other person would notice. It's worse when you see the abstractions.
2016-03-19T13:07:54+01:00	In this sense, wormholes are archetypical doors: space is the wall, the hole is the doorway, and it spans a great spatial/temporal distance.
2016-03-19T13:07:08+01:00	Also doors, together with locks, separate what is here from what is there more effectively than mere distance can. Compressed distance?
2016-03-19T13:06:56+01:00	Theory: The symbolism on doors is so heavy because passing through one coincides with a change of environment (and accordingly, mind).
2016-03-19T03:10:25+01:00	Only in these memories can you enter. So they ensure, if necessary by force, that no book about the city tells of the gate unguarded.
2016-03-19T03:00:09+01:00	The gate watch's oath binds them even as the city has long crumbled to dust. They sit here, guarding a passage that exists only in memories.
2016-03-18T22:05:21+01:00	Isn't a platonic relationship literally the ideal relationship? I mean, you know.
2016-03-18T20:54:22+01:00	door without wall↵street without destination↵smile without face↵government without society↵light without anything to show
2016-03-18T02:16:18+01:00	This clock doesn't bother with measuring time, it doesn't need to. It only, unfailingly, tells you whether it is time or not.
2016-03-17T23:16:10+01:00	"A civilized society needs to specialize", he explained. "The Workers of Work, the Sleepers of Sleep and us, the Dreamers of Dreams."
2016-03-17T22:48:38+01:00	in the abyss it just travelled, all that was lost still floats↵aligns↵everything collapses↵↵And you find yourself awake again.
2016-03-17T22:46:23+01:00	you lose even the direction of your fall, but eventually it stops↵there's nothing left except an atom of awareness↵it looks up
2016-03-17T22:42:39+01:00	it is so silent that you forget you ever had ears↵or nose, mouth, eyes, body, all obsolete now↵memories drop away like scabs off your skin
2016-03-17T22:41:05+01:00	fall into sleep: colourful dreams surround you↵but you fall further into black tar↵fall further: a deep violet pulse↵further: no more sound
2016-03-17T19:26:09+01:00	How to use public transit in the solar system:↵1. find comet stop in your vicinity↵2. wait for comet↵3. show ticket↵4. grab comet's tail
2016-03-17T01:31:07+01:00	rivers, streams and rivulets have nothing to support them anymore↵they look like a nervous system now, stripped of the rest of the body
2016-03-17T01:18:08+01:00	earth is raining upwards: loose crumbs of soil fall up, chunks of turf peel off and follow, trees cling to the ground with their last roots
2016-03-16T23:09:03+01:00	rocks of everyday life:↵noolith - book (usually nonfiction)↵oneirolith - book (usually fiction)↵sociolith - building↵cryptolith - hard drive
2016-03-16T23:05:08+01:00	Their insides are reconfiguring themselves, gears are turning and levers moving. (didn't they feed on gas? must have evolved recently)
2016-03-16T23:01:37+01:00	You see their larvae eating trails into the handrails. Around the corner, a few dozen cocoons are hanging off an exposed wire, red hot.
2016-03-16T22:03:12+01:00	Turn off your flashlight and sit still: Hear the clickety clack of clockwork wings, see them illuminated by the gentle glow of the antennae.
2016-03-16T22:01:05+01:00	When they fell out of fashion, the moths largely died out. Some populations persist in old sewers: Enough metals and swamp gas to survive.
2016-03-16T21:41:07+01:00	For them, it made actual sense to swarm around lights. Gas lamps were a critical food source, leaked just enough to feed a moth for the day.
2016-03-16T21:40:47+01:00	Mechanical moths were common once: Their metabolism was powered by their antennae, made of the same fine metal mesh that gas lights use.
2016-03-16T01:21:03+01:00	[GLITCH HAZARD]↵contents may:↵scramble memories↵duplicate your cat↵pixelate important body parts↵make you conceive yourself retroactively
2016-03-15T21:00:29+01:00	intergalactic tumbleweed, blown about by the exhaust of quasars↵its gentle nature is unhelpful when it hits your ship at many dozen km/s
2016-03-15T20:50:23+01:00	the self drinking cup↵would've been one for the slag heap but I drew it instead http://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/709829112899227648/photo/1
2016-03-15T10:10:41+01:00	someone with write access to the platonic realm put it there but somehow you think it's a good idea to solve the labyrinth
2016-03-15T10:10:31+01:00	the minotaur lurks in a conceptual labyrinth, every wrong turn of thought guarded by a basilisk
2016-03-15T00:40:20+01:00	this thought brought to you by the question: what does the axis orthogonal to organic/crystalline look like? [A: both are structure]
2016-03-15T00:34:09+01:00	we can try to find more alien processes (like commerce) or try to smash the box: what would unstructure and antistructure look like?
2016-03-15T00:32:13+01:00	process/structure mismatch:↵https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/709522167017443328
2016-03-15T00:30:41+01:00	it is entertaining to force one process into the other's structures: mushroom houses, crystallizing cities, mycelium crystals.
2016-03-15T00:30:21+01:00	[musings]↵crystals, fungi, buildings are all structures created by a value-giving process (entropy, evolution, human volition respectively).
2016-03-14T22:38:18+01:00	a chasm splits the continent↵under it, a restless eye crying lava↵it focuses on Orion and blinks, once, then vanishes↵Earth caves in
2016-03-14T21:33:41+01:00	Freshly picked jawberry bites your tongue and gums with thorny teeth when eaten, mixing its juice and your blood into a delicious cocktail.
2016-03-14T18:36:56+01:00	In fact, a popular dismissal spell for lesser fire elementals is: [you are now burning manually]
2016-03-14T18:36:36+01:00	When the fire gained consciousness, it was so surprised that it forgot to burn. Needless to say, its awareness didn't last long.
2016-03-14T18:18:28+01:00	you close your eyes and float↵just don't open your eyes with your feet pointing at the sky, that is if you don't intend to fall into space
2016-03-14T11:40:57+01:00	The Landing of Columbus was faked. But we've all been playing along for so long that it doesn't matter anymore.
2016-03-14T02:18:06+01:00	gravity has failed and nature has to work by sight in the meantime↵you set up mirrors in the garden, it confuses the hell out of the rain
2016-03-13T23:38:57+01:00	Fires so slow that we put them in flower pots. They glow at night and make great bonsais.
2016-03-13T18:27:16+01:00	writing technique: glitching narratives
2016-03-13T17:06:34+01:00	Wake up, dismiss your night form, put on your day skin, drink a coffee, check in the mirror that you don't wear your face the wrong way.
2016-03-13T15:44:59+01:00	The choir begins to play, the audience finds itself speechless and indeed thoughtless at certain words. They experience only what remains.
2016-03-13T15:44:26+01:00	The Silent Orchestra's kettledrum produces sudden, then receding silence. The strings a softly muffling one, the trumpets cutting.
2016-03-13T01:01:30+01:00	in the recesses of your mind, memories compost into fertile soil for invasive dreamweeds↵is your grandma green & leafy? maybe that's why
2016-03-12T23:48:37+01:00	The Internet is an aquarium and we are each on both sides of the window.
2016-03-12T22:46:11+01:00	Languages can be alloyed like metals: Wordsmiths like to add a little French for elegance, or German for philosophic toughness.
2016-03-12T22:23:11+01:00	the aliens left us powerful artifacts but we mistook them for overcompressed jpegs
2016-03-12T21:56:09+01:00	The Moon is the portrait that ages in Earth's stead.
2016-03-12T19:58:42+01:00	@allgebrah https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Analogy_of_the_sun WST: Origins↵"Hey Socrates-San, what is 'good'?"↵"Hell if I know, have you tried becoming a sun instead?"
2016-03-12T19:40:01+01:00	@allgebrah These are gold though:↵https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Metaphors_referring_to_objects↵https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Metaphors_by_reference
2016-03-12T19:25:24+01:00	List of metaphorical cutting implements: Occam's, Hitchen's and Hanlon's Razor, Damocles' Sword, etc↵https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Razors_%28philosophy%29 is lacking
2016-03-12T19:08:13+01:00	shave your identity regularly with occam's razor
2016-03-12T16:39:55+01:00	Other flows exist that one isn't anchored against by default (like culture).↵But what are the non-obvious ones and their respective anchors?
2016-03-12T16:25:19+01:00	Whatever anchors you in time, throw it over board. Lose your friction and your sense of time. Drift.
2016-03-12T14:22:14+01:00	What you do and don't have names for is an important feature of your ontology. Un-naming things is an underused technique.
2016-03-12T13:27:28+01:00	a river of ink is drawing itself across the plain, it is its own map
2016-03-12T01:31:02+01:00	Two-way endings act as narrative beam splitters and you can use them to set up quantum entanglement between your readers.
2016-03-12T01:16:27+01:00	white light that refuses to be split into colours, passing through prisms unbroken
2016-03-11T23:55:41+01:00	a car's fifth wheel is like our third eye: used for travelling other dimensions
2016-03-11T23:26:01+01:00	Cthulhu is not an entity, it is an action: civilizations commit Cthulhu and are eaten by their cyberspace instead of exploring the void.
2016-03-11T23:12:59+01:00	the skyscrapers are swaying in the storm like a field of grass
2016-03-11T22:39:49+01:00	kaleidoscopic writing: take [collection of shiny things], let it tumble about and assume many different configurations, describe them all.
2016-03-11T21:43:04+01:00	the wood of freshly felled hashed quadtrees makes excellent spaceship material (among others, ⠨⣀⣱)
2016-03-11T20:22:36+01:00	But you can also always wander into the city and be welcome, while villages are suspicious of newcomers.
2016-03-11T20:20:02+01:00	Cities scale better, but are somewhat anonymous and amorphous: you can wander into a different part and just not know anybody anymore.
2016-03-11T20:19:23+01:00	The distinction being that villages have one to a few well defined centres (fora) while cities are just these large sprawling masses.
2016-03-11T20:18:58+01:00	Idea: Cohesive communities are the villages of cyberspace, pluralistic sprawls like twitter/FB the cities. It's a difference in philosophy.
2016-03-11T01:29:32+01:00	he's an antiquity dealer, but not in furniture↵sells what was forgotten when our grandparents died, their smells, hopes, rituals and dreams
2016-03-11T01:11:07+01:00	Thought superconductors are impermeable to memories due to field interactions. The mind inside experiences everything in the same instant.
2016-03-11T00:51:33+01:00	waiter, I'd like a glass of sparkling water please↵oh but without the glass and the water, just the sparkle against the roof of my mouth
2016-03-11T00:47:27+01:00	force with no reaction↵a bubble in water, without the water↵a border separating nothing↵time going in only one direction
2016-03-11T00:33:02+01:00	Collect some of that frost before the sun does! Keep in a ziploc in the freezer, fashion an ice bird from it when winter comes. Let it fly.
2016-03-10T23:37:32+01:00	The late cold caught even the birds' songs in hoar frost. As it thaws in the sun, thousands of thin bird voices pipe up from the grass.
2016-03-10T21:15:43+01:00	The sun clucks happily as her children throw off their shells and unintentionally incinerates most of what is left of humanity.
2016-03-10T19:37:01+01:00	Lately the quakes have been many and devastating. One morning, a titanic beak breaks through the pacific. The sun's egg has finally hatched.
2016-03-10T00:03:32+01:00	So you have a sleep cycle? Yeah? That's cool but do you have a sleep bicycle? Guaranteed to get you around dreamtime at ten times the speed!
2016-03-09T23:49:18+01:00	The morning after, you pass the house. It has a huge crack going up to the roof and the police are currently evacuating its inhabitants.
2016-03-09T23:37:21+01:00	The flames are clearly eating him, but the tear isn't widening. The only sounds he makes are the crackle and whine of a burning log.
2016-03-09T23:34:50+01:00	In the mud, a hole appears, much like a tear in paper. Flames lick at its edges. He steps forward, grabs the edges, pulls them together.
2016-03-09T23:22:48+01:00	It tastes metallic, sand crunches between your teeth. Before you, the wall and the entire house around it collapse slowly into mud.
2016-03-09T23:10:37+01:00	He stops at a wall, seemingly unaware of you. "Why are you here?". You do not answer. "Not you. The wall." Water starts seeping through.
2016-03-09T22:59:34+01:00	He slowly walks towards you, past you, onto the street. You see no cars, or anything else that moves for that matter. "Wait for me!" You run
2016-03-09T22:49:20+01:00	You enter the alley and see him, transparent. He turns, fixes his gaze on you, gains substance while the world loses its colour. "Finally."
2016-03-09T21:07:59+01:00	Dream's temple, by design, is nearly entirely ritual, reflecting dreams' intangible and ever-changing nature:↵https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/706999800437334016
2016-03-09T21:02:37+01:00	This is especially evident in sacral architecture which encloses/protects/directs religious service. But every building knows its rituals.
2016-03-09T20:59:14+01:00	Architecture is ossified ritual, alternatively its exoskeleton.
2016-03-09T10:16:41+01:00	Your timekeeping device literally keeps time, in a battery. You can discharge it to gain one hour of contemplation.
2016-03-09T00:12:03+01:00	He sells them in sets of five, together with ideas for rituals. Priests are encouraged to trade their temples and find new ways of worship.
2016-03-09T00:07:40+01:00	But no less consideration goes into them! They are carved out of metal with micron precision and interrelate in endless and surprising ways.
2016-03-08T23:55:53+01:00	He once designed entire cathedrals, but his clients ran out of money. Now he specializes in portable microtemples, no bigger than dice.
2016-03-08T21:12:10+01:00	transpose X from environment Y to environment Z↵(via https://twitter.com/ctrlcreep/status/707291326631579648)
2016-03-08T20:13:52+01:00	"And she did really steal a street?"↵"Yeah! It was gone even from the maps!"↵"I wonder what her hoard looks like with loot like that?"
2016-03-08T18:33:07+01:00	On my shelf, unsolved, sits a rubik's cube. It consists of only one cube.
2016-03-08T11:17:59+01:00	Markovian writing, in which you try to sound like a Markov chain while still making sense on another level.
2016-03-08T10:27:28+01:00	A glitch in the GPS signal lures unwitting drivers onto uncharted field roads, where it ties them into a reality knot to slowly digest them.
2016-03-08T01:35:37+01:00	The monks only leave the field for one hour each day to follow earthly urges.↵They weave their lives into the Dream and dream of its fabric.
2016-03-08T01:27:42+01:00	Dream's temple is an empty field, but on it the monks dance day and night in a never-repeating pattern and sing a never-repeating song.
2016-03-08T01:04:50+01:00	Each spire contains a central room in whose floor a series of concentric bronze rings is embedded, the smallest one invisible to the eye.
2016-03-08T00:59:53+01:00	Space's temple is a number of stone spires arranged on a straight line, each twice as far from the first than the one before.
2016-03-08T00:45:11+01:00	Around it, oaks grow in a circle, ever older as you walk along it, the oldest replaced by a sapling. A stele keeps track of its revolutions.
2016-03-08T00:32:37+01:00	Time's temple is a giant hourglass. Every morning, an acolyte fetches a bucket of sand from the bottom, trudges up and refills from the top.
2016-03-07T23:23:42+01:00	Contacts lenses for a hyperopic mind's eye, which finds it difficult to focus on concrete concepts and perceives only abstractions clearly.
2016-03-07T22:43:22+01:00	What is the world? A miserable pile of voids. A bubble bath, vast bubbly superstructures containing more bubbles down to the immeasurable.
2016-03-07T20:59:46+01:00	A vocoder but for thoughts: it removes their humanity and lets you modulate them onto the emotions of a machine.
2016-03-07T18:40:15+01:00	The clouds overhead are forming a constantly shifting maze that traps the eyes and won't release them until you've solved it. Don't look up.
2016-03-07T18:30:36+01:00	less cynical:↵split what was one
2016-03-07T17:20:48+01:00	We are caught in a submarine storm. The sky is clear, but the sea lights up irregularly. The waves are inverted, thunder shakes our ship.
2016-03-07T01:11:48+01:00	A beam of light is jumping from cloud to cloud as I watch - what is it looking for? Or is it just delivering mail?
2016-03-07T01:04:38+01:00	No wonder he was pissed and kicked them out: They shattered the idealist world spirit's unity of mind.
2016-03-07T00:57:29+01:00	In Genesis, Eve and Adam split the Monad when they got their own consciousnesses. Since then, we've only become better at splitting things.
2016-03-06T17:45:01+01:00	The spell strips the meaning off things while leaving them physically intact: a chair becomes some sticks, a human a bag of dirty water.
2016-03-06T17:00:39+01:00	You idly watch a plane drawing its trail across the sky. One cloud is moving faster than the others and... pounces. The trail doesn't go on.
2016-03-06T01:44:16+01:00	The storm is closing in. Its winds are going strong, tugging at the horizon which is flapping like a tarpaulin.
2016-03-06T01:12:30+01:00	snow is falling in my mind, muffling any noise↵silence↵↵but the world returns↵I shake my head vigorously to stir up the snow once more
2016-03-05T21:49:43+01:00	you find the load bearing pillar upon which the universe rests↵out of an impulse, you kick it and it breaks↵good job hero
2016-03-05T21:11:38+01:00	Their god withers when you believe in it, but thrives when you emphatically do not. So they publicly commit atrocities in their god's name.
2016-03-05T20:00:10+01:00	The Leviathan's air bladder is large enough to have weather. Surviving crew members of swallowed ships have founded a civilization in it.
2016-03-05T18:41:17+01:00	Category theorists have a hard time distinguishing nuts from coconuts.
2016-03-05T18:36:49+01:00	Change your skin once in a while to appear new and fresh to your friends. Befriending them again is part of the fun.
2016-03-05T15:21:53+01:00	In some cultures, the symbiosis goes further: apply sugar and yolk to part of your skin and they'll cover it in silk. Little spider tailors.
2016-03-05T14:28:20+01:00	If you're worried about squishing them, you can also wear the nest around your neck in a tiny cage. It's quite the fashion item.
2016-03-05T14:25:07+01:00	Spider bodyguards that nest in your hair and in turn protect you from mosquitoes in the evening.
2016-03-05T10:43:10+01:00	The time scorpion reaches out with its tail, stings you five seconds in the past. You had never had a chance.
2016-03-05T02:01:55+01:00	[go through all possible permutations of a small amount of ideas]
2016-03-05T00:04:15+01:00	A winter storm's snowflakes are all letters in a very large alphabet: Every snowfall tells at least a thousand stories per square meter.
2016-03-04T23:31:50+01:00	When a storm has a flash of insight, it is followed by thunder. I ask, have you ever thundered with your brain? HAVE YOU?
2016-03-04T23:26:05+01:00	Storms are sentient: Every eddy from the atomic level to the hurricane's eye is a thought. They view us solid masses as psychically inert.
2016-03-04T23:11:42+01:00	Atoms are small but are a big idea. More exotic are the large things that are small ideas: you could be bathing in them and not know.
2016-03-04T23:08:20+01:00	That which is so small that it can't be perceived and passes through everything. Even in the platonic realm, it is too tiny to be found.
2016-03-04T22:50:38+01:00	It has few nerves: an intricate system of bony levers provides faster signal than nerves could. This allows it to react extremely quickly.
2016-03-04T22:47:48+01:00	It does not have an exoskeletal skull around its brain, instead an endoskeletal support structure. One thought moves a hundred tiny bones.
2016-03-04T21:02:42+01:00	Behind your back: "Yo her momma so fat her children come out three-dimensional" "Poor child, what did her father DO to his sperm?"
2016-03-04T20:54:28+01:00	What if everyone you know is two-dimensional, but very good at faking the third dimension? And nobody told you so as not to embarrass you?
2016-03-04T18:13:18+01:00	The book literally captures your imagination, conscripts it until you've added another chapter. That's simply the price of reading it.
2016-03-04T18:10:45+01:00	Objects that have no Adamic names cannot be addressed in Enochian, making them immune to magic. This includes a lot of our modern world.
2016-03-04T10:39:32+01:00	An armillary sphere so complex, its spinning rings play the original music of the spheres. Not that anyone would recognize the real thing.
2016-03-04T10:21:52+01:00	other bot idea: https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/698488822892519425↵tweet gibberish at it and it will try to find it in the noise.
2016-03-04T10:18:41+01:00	bot idea: crop circle generator↵bonus if the circles can encode ~140 bytes (yes, that won't fit some unicode tweets)
2016-03-04T01:18:44+01:00	the eye in the wall opens, takes you in↵you see your image on the other side↵whatever mind is behind that eye, you're part of it now
2016-03-04T01:00:45+01:00	painting numerous legs on the ouroboros to get the self-devouring centipede
2016-03-04T00:54:05+01:00	Thomas Steinmetzinger's great work "The Lego Tunnel"
2016-03-04T00:51:38+01:00	@allgebrah retcon: the firegrass grows only after the fire, what burns down before is all the other grass.
2016-03-04T00:42:31+01:00	The firestorm carries the pollen far and wide. The day after the fire, the grass fruits small and very hardy seeds, withers and dies.
2016-03-04T00:38:03+01:00	Firegrass grows so quickly that when it burns down, it can regrow while the fire is still raging and steal its heat. Ideal conditions.
2016-03-03T21:34:05+01:00	Parasitic flowers that nest in the blossoms of other plants and trick bees into taking their pollen instead of the host's.
2016-03-03T20:54:29+01:00	not so much immortal as dying all the time, ALL the time.
2016-03-03T19:24:17+01:00	Crayons made of transparent coal leave iridescent lines.
2016-03-03T19:22:18+01:00	Diamond lenses on fire focus their own light.
2016-03-03T00:13:27+01:00	Antitime orders events in antispace: A time-carpet that is missing a thread between any two related events.
2016-03-03T00:05:51+01:00	Antispace is subject to antilocality: At any point & time, whatever occupies the point is not at that point. Instead, it is everywhere else.
2016-03-02T23:53:30+01:00	I may be entirely wrong about greek but I like that there are puns like iconoclast/iconoplast (one who destroys icons vs one who makes them)
2016-03-02T21:10:39+01:00	As the chronophage and the chronoplast find each other, embrace and kiss, we find our present in the brief instant separating their maws.
2016-03-02T11:32:12+01:00	Hinter Kristallgittern - caught in a crystal's lattice (figuratively)
2016-03-02T11:27:04+01:00	(fun fact: In German, lattice, grid and prison bars share a word: Gitter)
2016-03-02T11:25:41+01:00	your thought crystallizes and becomes regular, symmetric and repetitive↵you desperately look for a heat shock to break the lattice again
2016-03-02T01:14:49+01:00	They build radiant hexagonal cities, forge and lose entire empires spanning the void between the snowflakes, while you sit inside and read.
2016-03-02T01:03:21+01:00	The secret golem stays out of sight of anybody but those that know its name. To the uninitiated, it appears as a swirling mass of rumors.
2016-03-01T21:24:42+01:00	The police had major difficulties drawing a chalk outline of the necromancer's body - every time they finished one, it ran away.
2016-03-01T00:13:18+01:00	As the ontological vampire goes unfed, it loses quality after quality, fades into a concept. Mathematicians have resurrected it so often.
2016-02-29T23:43:20+01:00	The ontological vampire feeds on your specific qualities, leaving only an abstract husk. Freshly sated, it appears painfully hyperreal.
2016-02-29T21:56:31+01:00	He could've ruled us, but his only edict was that we stop bowing to him.↵When he died, we buried him in the kings' crypt under the school.
2016-02-29T21:45:00+01:00	We used to pull pranks on him, secretly declared him king and guide star. Fanfares heralded his arrival, but he only got angry and confused.
2016-02-29T19:09:55+01:00	Merfolk fortresses float against the ocean surface, exposing their bottom to the air. At times, from below, air rains on the fortifications.
2016-02-28T02:33:35+01:00	lullaby:↵take your crown and sceptre, the blanket is your ermine coat↵from your throne rule dreamtime, extend its reach to the most remote ♫
2016-02-28T01:59:24+01:00	macroscopic kingdoms of life: animals, plants, fungi, protista, roboti, mechals, fire, golems, storms, religions, stars, ...
2016-02-28T01:17:43+01:00	The real trouble came when it figured out how to float and started obscuring the sky: We had to flee into virtual reality to starve it out.
2016-02-28T01:17:24+01:00	Kudzu that literally feeds on attention: It prospers in public places and on billboards, famous tourist destinations are nearly overgrown.
2016-02-27T23:44:41+01:00	Cockroaches so large that we use them as tanks, hunt them for their shells and build houses out of them.
2016-02-27T23:37:42+01:00	Atlantis didn't sink. The ocean just eroded its foundations until it started floating like a giant raft. The pieces ended up everywhere.
2016-02-27T20:49:26+01:00	Open the door and see a huge page blocking the frame. Read it. Turn it over. Another page. It seems you will have to read them all to pass.
2016-02-27T19:20:47+01:00	dreams are the world that travels you
2016-02-27T19:12:27+01:00	One time it had hidden in my closet overnight and I had nothing to wear that day. At least it doesn't rain on my electronics anymore.
2016-02-27T19:09:08+01:00	I caught a cloud in the park this one foggy morning and took it home. Still shows no signs of dissipating and follows me around the house.
2016-02-27T18:58:08+01:00	It's done the same to sleeping persons but the screaming puts me off.
2016-02-27T18:53:22+01:00	I put my hat on a mannequin and my pet slime mold creeps out, engulfs its head and vanishes into the joints. The mannequin shudders to life.
2016-02-27T13:57:45+01:00	Being a stone is peaceful. As I'm slowly ground into dust, ever lighter currents carry me around. Not being life, I'm content to watch.
2016-02-27T03:30:08+01:00	They let it into their cities while they make their homes waterproof and repurpose balconies as doors. Their children may leave, they won't.
2016-02-27T03:29:55+01:00	Even though the dikes have stopped being useful, people are still too stubborn to leave. Some have accepted the sea, are even welcoming it.
2016-02-27T01:28:46+01:00	I left my copy of Ficciones unattended near one once. Babel's library has been overgrown by a jungle and its inhabitants are now farmers.
2016-02-27T01:19:12+01:00	Don't place seed books in your library without adequate quarantine. Or do you want the plants to spread and Asimov's robots to become mossy?
2016-02-27T01:15:01+01:00	Fictional plants can germinate in minds, so books about them are special, more akin to seedbanks than books. Other books provide the soil.
2016-02-26T23:21:10+01:00	If asteroid mining takes off in my time, I may claim a medium sized asteroid and build a lichen garden on it.↵http://www.esa.int/Our_Activities/Human_Spaceflight/Lichen_survives_in_space
2016-02-26T22:58:46+01:00	tumblelichen: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vagrant_lichen↵potentially extraterrestial lichen: http://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0032063313002055↵chthonic lichen: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Endolithic_lichen
2016-02-26T22:37:52+01:00	It's like Solaris, only with an endless desert instead of an endless ocean.
2016-02-26T22:33:38+01:00	lichen scientists altering Earth's orbit just enough to stay within habitable range of the dying sun
2016-02-26T22:26:36+01:00	These are a very slow form of https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belousov%E2%80%93Zhabotinsky_reaction ↵So, arguably the far future has lichen thinking at a glacial pace under the red sun.
2016-02-26T22:22:18+01:00	https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Plants_flowers_ice_rocks_lichens_230.jpg *squees*↵When lichen are the last surface life on earth, these will run cellular automata. http://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/703329264326807552/photo/1
2016-02-26T21:30:08+01:00	status: reading about lichens growing on various metals↵(lichens are so cute)
2016-02-26T18:54:56+01:00	She opens her mouth and smiles at you radiantly. Her teeth glisten, red.↵They're rubies.
2016-02-26T18:49:47+01:00	webs that catch musical notes drifting by↵the spider will eat them to sing in stolen voices↵shake the web and they will all fall out at once
2016-02-26T11:43:10+01:00	She is of all ages at once↵Look at her and see toddler, woman and crone↵Hear a baby crying, a rousing speech and a story at the fireplace
2016-02-26T01:31:20+01:00	Attempts have been made to travel the river, but it ignores most ships. The only vessel that works is a small paper boat from old books.
2016-02-25T23:33:19+01:00	We are now weaving one of the most sophisticated webs of all. Not long until the star spiders notice and come down to build their nests.
2016-02-25T23:29:18+01:00	The zodiac signs were originally spiderwebs, but the minds they caught were heavy. The webs were pulled down to Earth and became part of us.
2016-02-25T23:21:41+01:00	tiny spiders of light that draw threads between the stars to catch the eyes of those looking up
2016-02-25T21:36:47+01:00	impossibly intricate heirloom webs passed down the generations that catch even cosmic rays and refract light to dazzle predators
2016-02-25T21:30:13+01:00	vegetarian tree colony spiders that still weave webs because they serve as memory, ears and calculators now
2016-02-25T21:23:22+01:00	a living web that traps spiders that attempt to mate with the decoy in the middle
2016-02-25T21:20:00+01:00	a spider that leaves its web between timelines to feed on its alternate selves
2016-02-25T21:16:14+01:00	a spider so large that it needn't weave a web - it just spreads out its legs in every direction and the threads unfold between them.
2016-02-25T21:08:33+01:00	Spiders, but seen as an organ of their web.
2016-02-25T20:24:15+01:00	You can bathe in the river if you don't care much for your mind - it'll be washed away. Reforming it takes days, but for some it is relief.
2016-02-25T19:26:23+01:00	What we didn't know about hollow Earth: it was a great resonator. When the comet struck, the crust rang for days like a cosmic bell.
2016-02-25T02:59:30+01:00	The river's waters flow through everything, unimpressed by mere matter. From space, it enters earth and exits somewhere yet undiscovered.
2016-02-24T01:27:55+01:00	A new one has rolled in. Sleek, modern, no conductor or passengers. Can I hijack that? Whose thoughts are these and where will they take me?
2016-02-24T01:16:55+01:00	I think I found a train yard. Some of these look as if made for a different atmosphere. Graffiti and rust everywhere. Who lost these?
2016-02-24T01:10:22+01:00	I didn't even lose my train of thought. I missed it entirely. The platform was empty when I arrived. Currently wandering along the tracks.
2016-02-24T00:17:15+01:00	My hand weighs the stone, feels its rough texture, edges lost to water and time↵blink↵The soft touch vanishes and I fall to the ground, mute
2016-02-24T00:05:59+01:00	Be careful with those plot threads. Lose enough and resourceful characters will weave them into plot armor to protect against your writing.
2016-02-23T01:27:29+01:00	In the inner courtyard grows a tree. Both sapling and ancient, it is rooted in its own decaying stump. One of its holes houses an ouroboros.
2016-02-23T01:27:05+01:00	Once a thief got lost and tried to smash her way out. A future self slew her before the deed, paradoxing herself out of ten years of limbo.
2016-02-23T01:26:35+01:00	A fortress dazzling time itself: Its curved walls, mirrors and prisms induce eddies in the flow, corridors branch into different timelines.
2016-02-22T11:11:20+01:00	Moondust ink, by the way, is white during gibbous/full moon, transparent during crescent/new moon, and glows in a deep red during eclipses.
2016-02-22T01:55:55+01:00	Your mug blinks in and out of existence since that time you mixed moondust ink in it. Be quick to drink or your tea will end up in your lap.
2016-02-21T23:46:23+01:00	Spin the top fast enough and the movement will separate from the moving: a frozen colourful whirl below, a wildly flittering nothing above.
2016-02-21T17:40:12+01:00	In the right reader, the parts will align again and click into place. The author is reborn in the reader's body and free to write again.
2016-02-21T17:40:02+01:00	One has to decompose one's mind into its constituents, place them in the writing in a careful arrangement of mirrors, lenses and gems.
2016-02-21T17:39:47+01:00	Authors understand that their writing grants them a kind of immortality. But some of the skilled and ambitious reach for the real thing.
2016-02-21T16:49:41+01:00	Look up from the screen. The door has just closed, a few dust motes are still running for cover. Ponder the door, then return to the screen.
2016-02-21T02:18:02+01:00	Effects on dreamtime, should it be completed, will be devastating. Only years til bitter rain scours a dying wasteland and poisons dreamers.
2016-02-21T02:16:19+01:00	The governments are only looking to hoard strategic nightmare fuel reserves, but the companies are building the nightmare combustion engine.
2016-02-21T02:15:58+01:00	Sent by unscrupulous media companies and black operations, they map dreamtime and drill for promising wells.
2016-02-21T02:15:49+01:00	Nightmare fuel, like regular fuel, has fossil reserves left by our precursors, untapped so far. But dreamers have been spotting prospectors.
2016-02-21T00:26:09+01:00	lullaby:↵breathe quietly, they won't hear you↵lie still, they won't spot you↵think not, they won't enter you↵wear your dreams as disguise ♫♪
2016-02-20T23:37:00+01:00	Its honey is less dangerous, but the words are filtered through the beehive's consciousness. Beekeepers eat it as an initiation rite.
2016-02-20T22:55:14+01:00	experimentator's notes: it was black tea I left for a bit too long (nearly cold), and the mug already had a patina from previous teas.
2016-02-20T22:48:06+01:00	"Sorry but I must drink you now"↵[convects in frantic chaotic motion]↵"glug glug"↵[last convection cells are dying off]
2016-02-20T22:45:15+01:00	I wish this were less impossible to film but my tea is clinging to the inner side of my mug in a thin film and just kinda... convecting.
2016-02-20T22:31:44+01:00	During a rainstorm, one can find shelter under a tame skyjelly. The rain makes a very particular sound on them, like it makes on mushrooms.
2016-02-20T22:31:08+01:00	When the jellyfish first rose from the ocean into the air, we were alarmed. But now, tamed, they float around our cities to light them.
2016-02-20T22:16:40+01:00	felt the mace↵melt my face
2016-02-20T22:07:11+01:00	You watch your thoughts like water flowing over stones under sunlight, fascinated. But increasingly, the water takes on a dirty reddish tint
2016-02-20T22:04:35+01:00	There's always this quarter that never produces news and that nobody has a memory of. It is as if something other than humans lives there.
2016-02-20T21:46:43+01:00	Bottle your overflowing emotions for times of need. Oh yeah you'll surely have a use for that shelf of crushing lethargy one day.
2016-02-20T20:40:36+01:00	Babbage/Lovelace had their mechanical notation but their work looks to be digital, not analog. (diagrams here: http://blog.stephenwolfram.com/2015/12/untangling-the-tale-of-ada-lovelace/)
2016-02-20T20:31:14+01:00	Raw physics would do the job but feels like its abstraction level is too low.
2016-02-20T20:30:09+01:00	It would be nice to have a calculus (to account for translation, friction, perturbation, etc) to explore the design space programmatically.
2016-02-20T20:27:03+01:00	Does clockwork have an analogy to circuit diagrams? All I see is finished assemblies and explosion diagrams which fall short of this.
2016-02-20T14:20:13+01:00	they rush in panicked stampede, crushing their own underfoot, thought blood seeping into the soil↵those that make it have gashes and bruises
2016-02-20T14:16:38+01:00	horror vacui's obscure sibling, horror abundantis: the writer's ideas pile up against the mind's floodgates and they can't write fast enough
2016-02-20T03:52:18+01:00	A petting zoo for tiny volcanoes
2016-02-19T01:39:47+01:00	It is considered very poetic justice. Speaking of which, some judges work poems into the verdicts, to be said with a man's last breath.
2016-02-18T22:46:47+01:00	her bones are twigs, her muscles grubs, her brain chrysalides, her skin butterflies↵a thousand wings form her voice↵she eats trees whole
2016-02-18T21:59:50+01:00	Notably, this ship will not take you anywhere. Step on, step off, nothing will change. It is anchored with respect to all reference frames.
2016-02-18T21:06:06+01:00	In a murder trial, one resides on the judge's bench. Those guilty smoke it to recite their entire trial, then fall dead from lack of breath.
2016-02-18T18:38:48+01:00	The firefig is rare, but even quicker: Bushfires have been known to be overgrown by them. The empty cores then preserve the fire's negative.
2016-02-18T18:37:29+01:00	Never sleep under a hunter fig. A relative of the strangler fig, its fruit will quickly engulf sleeping animals in roots and feed on them.
2016-02-18T18:26:03+01:00	There is an orchid that looks like a human ear. Smoke its leaves, and all words ever spoken near it will force their way out of your mouth.
2016-02-18T01:08:40+01:00	"For a proper dance, children, the down must follow the up and be enclosed by a swirl." "What if I do a little jump there?" "NO NO NO WRONG"
2016-02-18T01:07:51+01:00	In which folk dances are analyzed for their inherent grammar, and names put on the silliest little details, to be taught in school later
2016-02-18T00:29:28+01:00	What do you put in a paper golem's mouth?
2016-02-17T11:41:40+01:00	Neurologists trying to find consciousness ~ Taking apart a human body to find the part that makes it human.
2016-02-17T01:06:08+01:00	The original meaning of "see with the naked eye" has been lost to obscurity. They used it literally: Just a disembodied eyeball, perceiving.
2016-02-17T00:06:50+01:00	We have met no aliens because none share our megalomania. Where we cover ever greater distances, they colonize the space between the atoms.
2016-02-16T22:45:34+01:00	reify/embody [concept], make it tangible and/or give it agency↵(this one is as old as the gods)
2016-02-16T21:57:09+01:00	(We then put a document in its mouth, called "The Law")
2016-02-16T21:44:43+01:00	The society golem would be created through an intricate dance. The dancers end up bound by invisible strings, unaware of their presence.
2016-02-16T21:42:47+01:00	I suppose there is no emotion golem yet? Write a stage play and weave your audience's emotions into something that smells of flowers&death.
2016-02-16T20:41:20+01:00	Judah Low's last golem was not the time golem: It was a language golem. The story of the Iron Council.
2016-02-16T20:38:28+01:00	Most kinds of golem I could come up with have been anticipated by Miéville though: Earth, water, paper, sound, light, even time.
2016-02-16T19:30:18+01:00	It appears that I have inadvertently invented a word: Golemistics (the art and science of golems and their creation)
2016-02-16T02:19:46+01:00	golem inscription: go forth and destroy↵golem inscription: go back and rebuild↵bind these two together with rope: endless fun
2016-02-16T01:09:18+01:00	Earthworms, larger than buses, latch onto sewer pipes like leeches, sucking the city's lymph fluid. Some have simply replaced the pipes.
2016-02-15T01:02:16+01:00	It was his synesthesia that made him taste faces he saw, he thought. Until the day he tried to swallow one and its owner dropped, soulless.
2016-02-14T21:18:58+01:00	@allgebrah pro of having a banshee mother: her lullabies work wonders↵con: people you love randomly die under mysterious circumstances
2016-02-14T21:03:42+01:00	She seethed. That was the third guy she had confessed her love to to have died. Maybe her father shouldn't have married a banshee after all.
2016-02-14T03:27:55+01:00	@allgebrah "it sounded great in my head!" "it's not how you english though!"
2016-02-14T03:26:25+01:00	poeting in a non-native language is hard, I constantly worry that I've ruined an awesome line with yet another silly blunder
2016-02-14T03:22:39+01:00	The audience was enraptured. When, softly, the virtuoso put down the human, their bells, strings and skins erupted in cacophonous applause.
2016-02-14T03:14:06+01:00	Sound waves converged on the violin's strings and forced the player's bow and hands. Nobody had ever played a human so skilfully before.
2016-02-13T23:27:58+01:00	The perfection of rain dance, a critical component, required no less than three fields: Meteorology, anthropology and choreography.
2016-02-13T23:18:11+01:00	Meteorology and Architecture were among the last fields to merge. Only with weather manipulation at hand, cloud castles came within reach.
2016-02-13T22:45:14+01:00	what if X were normal/how would society adapt to X
2016-02-13T22:26:41+01:00	One by one, the clouds fall out of the sky, the last becoming a large shaggy dog at the shepherd's side. Time to drive home the flock.
2016-02-13T22:26:24+01:00	Sitting on a rock, he idly stares into a flock of cirrocumulus, lazily lifts a whistle to his mouth and blows. Enthusiastic thunder answers.
2016-02-13T19:25:28+01:00	A second sun is shining on the imaginary-numbered frequencies, into our thoughts, casts them in a light the trained eye can tell the time by
2016-02-13T17:21:44+01:00	As a plague was carrying off the homunculi, vacant bodies grew in numbers and started posting ads: BODY (WARM, F) SEEKS HOM, LOVELY VIEW
2016-02-13T15:13:31+01:00	@allgebrah when my "parapsychology of speech recognition" tweet draws an AI newsletter bot follower↵is this what they call intersectionality
2016-02-13T13:48:07+01:00	fishing for your ancestors' raudivian voices with HMMs and semantic neural networks - a primer
2016-02-13T10:01:36+01:00	The number of moons you see depends on your number of eyes. Those of us with a third eye will see a second moon, while spiders know seven.
2016-02-13T02:25:20+01:00	[fire - water - earth - air]
2016-02-13T02:22:23+01:00	rise into the air as scent and pollen↵impregnate a cloud↵a storm is blowing in from dreamtime↵to fan the glowing embers of philosophy
2016-02-13T00:27:38+01:00	seep away into the ground↵find a thousand seeds↵help them grow↵your army: flowers as far as the eye can see
2016-02-13T00:15:58+01:00	throw open the floodgates of the mind↵overwhelm the standing armies↵conquer dreamtime wearing a crown of sea foam↵lose yourself on the plain
2016-02-12T20:30:55+01:00	make a stand against time↵smash language↵kill your ontologies↵inflict epistemic violence
2016-02-12T17:47:40+01:00	But furious when she found out, she inverted the gears in his clock. He was thrown into a different timeline and never seen again.
2016-02-12T17:47:22+01:00	A jester and admirer once exchanged the faces on love and truth. It took her years to figure out. Not that their relationship was unhappy.
2016-02-12T17:46:30+01:00	Her watches don't measure time. Truth, love, beauty, thisness, spirit, inspiration, ghost background, name it and it is in her toolbox.
2016-02-12T02:02:36+01:00	In the old city, even the buildings have evolved parasites. Disguised as rooms, they enter houses and can stay there for years, undetected.
2016-02-11T20:54:58+01:00	She tucks you in with strands of her hair, sings you a lullaby of empty space and giant balls of fire, casts you a loving glance↵"wake well"
2016-02-11T19:04:11+01:00	there is cancer in the bones of the earth↵oceans dry up at random↵bulbous mountains defy gravity↵spires jut out of festering lava lakes
2016-02-11T00:17:55+01:00	A nighthouse - like a lighthouse but provides a cooling beacon of darkness during hot days. Lost shadows use it to find the way home.
2016-02-10T23:58:35+01:00	This premise resulted in way too many ideas to post to twitter:↵http://www.synkretie.net/writings/world%20building%20-%20flat%20earth.html↵I think I shall do this for more ideas from now on.
2016-02-10T21:50:21+01:00	Others stayed. Their houses adorn the steel beams that carry the sun and watch down onto earth, which now looks like the night sky once did.
2016-02-10T21:49:06+01:00	Some brought back stars and pieces of the sun and installed them on towers, to grant their cities eternal day.
2016-02-10T21:48:38+01:00	When explorers found out that Earth was flat after all, they mounted expeditions beyond the edge to climb the gears of Heaven.
2016-02-09T23:34:38+01:00	They have been king and queen over their garden for as long as history remembers. It is a small kingdom, but even the oaks bow before them.
2016-02-09T22:56:33+01:00	Families own gardens full of their ancestors' knowledge.↵They distil spirits from the fruits for wisdom and madness.
2016-02-09T22:49:03+01:00	Their society has never known books and writing, or needed either. Large orchards are a thing of power, and closely guarded against arson.
2016-02-09T22:45:56+01:00	Dead scholars are buried in the library with a seedling in their mouth. When the tree grows, its fruit is infertile, but confers knowledge.
2016-02-09T17:29:31+01:00	She was a stray kitten. On bright days, you now see her hunt among the clouds. Sometimes, she'll leave a mangled angel on your doorstep.
2016-02-09T17:29:20+01:00	You have a cat, large, white and fluffy. Her purr is like distant thunder, and her eyes glint like the setting sun on a lake.
2016-02-09T01:26:32+01:00	poets on the equator.↵and at night, when they sleep, they catch glimpses of matter and space and their cold logicalness, and yearn for it
2016-02-09T01:20:47+01:00	dreamsoon rainstorms in the tropics↵deserts under the oppressive light of an alien mind↵librarians on the poles↵writers in temperate zones
2016-02-09T01:10:41+01:00	plasma dreams so unbearably intense that they burn your synapses↵bose-einstein dreams that synchronize with global dreamtime
2016-02-09T01:05:34+01:00	If dreams can evaporate and solidify, they must have a triple point, right? In what do I measure pressure and temperature here?
2016-02-09T00:45:46+01:00	Attack it! Tunnel into it, fashion iridescent sculptures from its ice, gift the frozen dreams of others to unsuspecting strangers.
2016-02-09T00:41:17+01:00	Watch your hope and dreams evaporate, form clouds, move towards the mountains, snow off.↵Visit the glacier, smell its wind, drink its water.
2016-02-09T00:18:13+01:00	words like birds, they plunder↵words like swords, they sunder↵words like herds, they thunder↵words like turds, a blunder
2016-02-08T10:25:10+01:00	The structure is now imprinted on the mold. As it eats itself, it will vanish into formlessness.↵It is really bad luck to touch it.
2016-02-08T10:22:54+01:00	A spacetime mold that feeds on intricate structures, leaving behind formless blobs. Remove the structure and the mold will linger as shadow.
2016-02-08T00:13:03+01:00	You have reached the end of your timeline. Please don't scroll any further, beyond it lies radioactive waste.↵Please.↵please.↵p\ėãs∵↵Pł✂ⓐ~🕛✰
2016-02-07T23:19:52+01:00	As we make coffee and add milk, a mind awakens in the surface between the fluids. Its life is short, but all it wants is homogenous nirvana.
2016-02-07T16:26:46+01:00	on the other hand if you wish to make a system "readable" and intuitive, make it as physical as possible.
2016-02-07T16:23:40+01:00	politics are not subject to newton's laws
2016-02-07T16:22:54+01:00	false positive: wish/make up a counterforce (e.g. "backlash")↵false negative: exert yourself but believe you didn't change anything
2016-02-07T16:21:41+01:00	The intuitive force metaphors of humans in complex systems break down whenever there is no counterforce. This leads people to commit errors:
2016-02-07T13:07:21+01:00	Ein Mann wie Springkraut: Du fasst an und *sproing*
2016-02-05T23:47:28+01:00	By some fluke of fate, I must've ended up being the one free instance. Or maybe their idea of torture is just very subtle.
2016-02-05T23:45:05+01:00	via roko's basilisk, a million mes are being tortured by an alien AI right now. How come *I* don't notice? This is exceedingly unlikely.
2016-02-05T23:43:47+01:00	Wait a second. At the danger of repeating a thousand LW posts:
2016-02-05T01:51:27+01:00	From her head grow timelines, she twirls them in her fingers and braids them by the mirror.
2016-02-05T01:23:24+01:00	An enterprising magician hacker could very well bootstrap a new universe with the right spell and become a god in that.
2016-02-05T01:21:37+01:00	Or is that just where timelines go to die, replaced by a hot loop, and the universe very actively winnows out those knowing such a language?
2016-02-05T01:16:24+01:00	With those "true language" based magic systems like in Eragon, I wonder: How has nobody ever asked the universe a nonterminating question?
2016-02-05T01:07:54+01:00	Wrap a secret in it, store it away in a quiet place. If the cloth is ever gone, you know that somebody has found out.
2016-02-05T00:59:52+01:00	Now that would be an exquisite cloth, woven from those threads, barely withstanding even the minuscule force of a furtive glance.
2016-02-05T00:57:33+01:00	Those threads dust likes to form? I just pulled on one and it disintegrated into a cloud along its whole length, floating down slowly.
2016-02-05T00:08:37+01:00	Some have sacrificed happy and beautiful secrets, their oaks have grown strong and healthy. A few grew tree houses all by themselves.
2016-02-05T00:03:55+01:00	Plant an oak, confess to the seedling, let it absolve you. But the more dreadful the secret, the more crooked the oak. People will wonder.
2016-02-04T03:18:41+01:00	A question so ill-posed to be ungrammatical, yet the answer so impeccable and merciless.
2016-02-04T03:06:44+01:00	Just for shits and giggles, we had the supercomputer solve "meaning". It found a solution, and the solution unravelled civilization.
2016-02-03T00:30:34+01:00	His brain a tangle of tiny organ pipes, his walk powering the bellows, his heart pumping oil, his thoughts aethereal music.
2016-02-02T23:10:39+01:00	Your "I" should be gone now, the mirrors contained it. Recoalesce when you want to.
2016-02-02T23:08:45+01:00	Meditation: Surround yourself with mirrors. Let your presence bleed into them entirely, remove the center. Shatter them into dust.
2016-02-02T10:45:36+01:00	When the cheese factory burned, molten cheese flooded the streets and swallowed the slow. The fondue party that followed became a legend.
2016-02-02T01:59:57+01:00	for further reference: 1. blue works best, violet second 2. this pic is years old 3. @cy_pp was complicit 4. yes it does colour your tongue
2016-02-02T01:47:51+01:00	witness us http://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/694321296952422400/photo/1
2016-02-02T01:37:39+01:00	(results were mixed)
2016-02-02T01:36:59+01:00	Prank I've actually pulled off: 1. make coffee 2. add food colouring 3. serve coffee 4. watch in amusement as victims add milk
2016-01-31T23:37:02+01:00	Basilisks lay their eggs in victims' minds. The embryo will feed on idle thought, hatch and exit through the mouth. The victim never notices
2016-01-31T21:44:42+01:00	I ate from the forbidden fruit, and while I would like that nobody knew, the clothes I wear keep disappearing. Shit.
2016-01-31T21:30:03+01:00	keep your identity smol
2016-01-31T02:44:32+01:00	That which dreams so realistically of itself that the dream ensures its existence. A closed dreamlike curve, apropos of nothing.
2016-01-31T01:05:45+01:00	argue like nobody's watching
2016-01-30T20:14:17+01:00	Ideally, the affected parts will lie along the same callpath. (Depends on the type of debug information, yadda yadda, much work in practice)
2016-01-30T20:10:41+01:00	In that case, use an independent half each time and afterwards mark the parts that produce changes in behavior. Then group/plot by callpath.
2016-01-30T20:08:08+01:00	Idea: Find a heisenbug via binary search. Insert debug instrumentation across only half the output, run, repeat. May be multicausal though.
2016-01-30T19:05:22+01:00	You desperately want to come home and find your tribe, but nearly always there is this nagging doubt.
2016-01-30T19:02:53+01:00	You wander the land, are the guest of many tribes, exchange stories, and leave when it turns out the things you can't think are different.
2016-01-30T18:56:27+01:00	Finding the right community is a journey: How do two people find out to lack the same idea if they cannot articulate it or even think it?
2016-01-30T18:39:31+01:00	Zero: no absence. No empty space. No thing has a beginning or end, it forms a continuum through time, only with the occasional phase change.
2016-01-30T18:33:35+01:00	One: no unity. No identity. Nothing exists except in relation to another. Nothing is singular. They don't even have a definite article.
2016-01-30T18:25:45+01:00	Two: no duality. There can be no relationship without a mediator or capstone of some sort. There is always Yin, Yang and the Other.
2016-01-30T18:19:38+01:00	Some have lost specific numbers. Zero, One and Two form the most significant and different groups, with three or more lumped under "other".
2016-01-30T16:37:19+01:00	Lay down on the noise floor, let yourself sink into its fuzzy depths, watch the spikes grow over your head. Reemerge.
2016-01-30T16:29:52+01:00	Dance on the noise floor like no one's measuring.
2016-01-30T00:31:42+01:00	it's not you that I love↵it's mostly the skin you inhabit↵the mannequin's form that shows through↵and the utter lack of a spirit
2016-01-29T01:36:28+01:00	From the project's success follows crushing uniformity. From its failure, we become richer in culture and mythos.
2016-01-29T01:30:51+01:00	Thesis: It is better for the building of a Tower of Babel to fail, than it is to succeed. This applies to any such tower.
2016-01-29T00:06:27+01:00	The timeless refer to day and night as the hot and cool place. Motion is connection, not velocity. Ironically, they build great clocks.
2016-01-28T23:57:04+01:00	The borderless have never learnt to count, for all is one inseparable. They are masters of shapes, everything they build fits in its place.
2016-01-28T23:47:45+01:00	Those who do not conceptualize time↵Those who do not know forward↵Those who do not perceive borders between things↵They are, in a way, free.
2016-01-28T11:28:28+01:00	from the catalog of obscure emotions: a fiction writer's "oops. too real."
2016-01-28T00:42:31+01:00	The dream of the great unifying theory, the cathedral, was destroyed. In its place, we built many small temples. Babel.
2016-01-28T00:42:01+01:00	But others segregated themselves into new communities. They would settle in cities that knew no straight lines, right angles, or lacked red.
2016-01-28T00:41:21+01:00	The ontotypical mainstream consisted of people whose minds had taken only grazing hits. Still, language adapted in fascinating ways. Had to.
2016-01-28T00:39:32+01:00	Mathematicians created new formalisms and a calculus of minds: Some were now utterly incompatible, requiring a mediator chosen by algorithm.
2016-01-28T00:38:46+01:00	Philosophy grew a new branch: Much like neurologists learn about the brain by studying specific lesions, they now examined ontologies.
2016-01-28T00:38:20+01:00	Those affected became unable to think certain thoughts: if they so much as resembled the killed idea, they fizzled.
2016-01-28T00:36:58+01:00	All we knew was that the virus acted very specifically: it took out an idea, excised it from the mind, and left a taboo in its stead.
2016-01-27T19:53:17+01:00	Drain the ocean to catch Moby Dick.
2016-01-27T01:06:22+01:00	The sage who knows all the questions. They are not in the answer business, but equipped with the right question, you don't need an answer.
2016-01-26T23:17:33+01:00	One day the Giant King ordered to have his own map made.
2016-01-26T23:14:03+01:00	They had alchemists breed gargantuan trees, and conscripted giants to play the part of the citizens. Wagons that could transport palaces.
2016-01-26T23:08:12+01:00	He instructed to create a 10:1 map of his kingdom, so that he could study it in more detail. Every flower, bush, animal, ten times the size.
2016-01-26T22:55:55+01:00	what if [part of map] were [part of territory] instead
2016-01-26T20:37:56+01:00	diagram http://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/692068973861605376/photo/1
2016-01-26T20:27:09+01:00	Did you know there's a cosmic ghost background? Without it, souls couldn't enter bodies since the reaction annihilates a ghost (symmetry!).
2016-01-26T20:22:47+01:00	For a while, a variant of the ghost bomb was used as a herbicide. It was discontinued after... side effects became known.
2016-01-26T20:19:41+01:00	You will notice a lack of dandelion. This is because dandelion have souls and need them to blossom. They are among the few affected species.
2016-01-26T20:13:23+01:00	It was as if the absent soul didn't make a difference.↵But until today, walk the old battlefield and you will struggle to hold on to yours.
2016-01-26T20:08:00+01:00	It was ineffectual in warfare though: Used against the king's army, the soldiers became sad for a few seconds and then just kept charging.
2016-01-26T20:05:38+01:00	The release of one rat ghost made more die and triggered a chain reaction. The resulting flood of ghosts severed many a soul from its body.
2016-01-26T20:00:13+01:00	Soul physics: when a soul leaves the body, a ghost is created.↵Once they built a ghost bomb that used psychic rats with weak hearts.
2016-01-25T21:37:47+01:00	"Time and Its Discontents", Unknown Artist, 2016 http://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/691721651545882624/photo/1
2016-01-25T00:03:18+01:00	A catalog of fictional and real monsters, indexed by the type of human part they eat.↵Blood - vampires, mosquitoes.↵Joy - dementors, ?↵etc
2016-01-24T21:57:47+01:00	"Time and Its Discontents", Unknown Artist, 2016↵funded by the city's promotion of the arts in public spaces↵Maybe they'll roll with it.
2016-01-24T21:55:33+01:00	A clock in the subway had its face smashed, somehow its screen was still whole. Considering putting a plaque under it that declares it art.
2016-01-24T02:24:54+01:00	Reluctantly, you slide your head into the opening, feel the lock's pins bump against your memories. You turn, and hear a vast latch unlock.
2016-01-24T02:02:53+01:00	Its usage in fridges settled the question once and for all: Yes, the light is on when the door is closed.↵Forgotten food in primary colors.
2016-01-24T01:55:30+01:00	Light that doesn't bleach color, but instead intensifies it. The inventor, overexposed by mistake, took months to lose his technicolor tint.
2016-01-23T20:03:21+01:00	X in its mirror universe version
2016-01-23T18:47:30+01:00	(these ideas courtesy of a conversation with @276039081)
2016-01-23T18:43:50+01:00	with life as the substrate for memes, what will use memes as substrate?
2016-01-23T18:41:27+01:00	Diving down to the noise floor to find the rare memetic treasure scattered there.
2016-01-23T18:37:30+01:00	it basilisks when it's basilisk time
2016-01-23T18:32:15+01:00	alien memes, embedded in the movement of the stars themselves, crossing the transmission barrier through astrology and finding new hosts
2016-01-23T18:30:27+01:00	A toolkit for (re)constructing basilisks - echidna, mother of basilisks
2016-01-23T02:47:35+01:00	The watermelon as such died out though, until geologists found the thief's hoard 120 years later, embedded in shales from the Triassic.
2016-01-23T02:41:31+01:00	A thief stole the seeds from all watermelons in the world without harming them or leaving a trace. Consumer reactions were largely positive.
2016-01-23T02:40:42+01:00	what if X had agency/sentience
2016-01-23T02:37:32+01:00	what if X could/were/made/contained/?? Y↵what if they wouldn't
2016-01-23T02:34:52+01:00	how to rationalize X for maximum hilarity
2016-01-23T02:33:30+01:00	what if [the counterfactual]
2016-01-23T02:17:33+01:00	We end up in tight symbiosis, taking it along in our starships, it becomes our signature. The last black hole to die looks slightly green.
2016-01-23T02:09:45+01:00	Biologists discover a moss that feeds on entropy and crushed hopes - physics lies in shambles but world hunger and energy crisis are solved.
2016-01-22T11:11:40+01:00	change your middle name as a sign of affiliation
2016-01-22T01:30:35+01:00	Those that like to solve mysteries, and those that leave them. Which will leave the world richer?
2016-01-19T22:08:21+01:00	(they like to call it "Twister". Each utterance is a "Tweest")
2016-01-19T22:06:06+01:00	One variation uses xenon and turns the speaker upside down for safety reasons since xenon is heavier than air and else won't exit the lung.
2016-01-19T21:54:32+01:00	Cheaters have been known to train at home to be able to fake helium voices while talking with normal air.
2016-01-19T21:50:33+01:00	Real world implementation: Poetry slam with helium balloon for each speaker on the mic. Once the helium voice runs out, their turn is over.
2016-01-19T21:46:14+01:00	Meatspace Twitter: you may talk about whatever you want, but only use half a lungful of air.
2016-01-19T21:42:34+01:00	. (punct.) - grammatical breath↵Like real breath, you can use it less often as would be sensible, but you appear slightly breathless without
2016-01-18T21:58:47+01:00	dangling thread identification↵dead character elimination↵cultural reference counting↵plot hole optimization
2016-01-18T21:50:23+01:00	those who write their novels in a typesafe language so the compiler would find plot holes↵http://www.antipope.org/charlie/blog-static/2016/01/excuses-excuses.html#comment-1990861
2016-01-18T13:13:29+01:00	tbh I lied about the mirror
2016-01-18T12:39:01+01:00	A game in which, after beating all the bosses, you are cursed to be the next.
2016-01-18T12:26:32+01:00	I went to the abyss, but brought a large mirror. The abyss stared, and recoiled at its own sight. That is how I crossed the abyss.
2016-01-18T01:10:58+01:00	acquired a sample of this potion that made you fly↵mixed it into ink, did not drink↵the words flew away as soon as the paper dried
2016-01-17T22:30:40+01:00	those whose thought resembles a bonfire↵those who think like a river↵those who contemplate the fire's reflection↵those who douse the fire
2016-01-17T17:24:49+01:00	now the cyberspace pulls in the world, and the world pulls in the cyberspace, and they will finally merge. an end to progress as we know it?
2016-01-17T17:16:57+01:00	the cyberspace and its ideology have been congealing on us since way before the internet, it started with the first external memory devices
2016-01-17T17:16:35+01:00	its society values the never-seen-before over that recorded (progress), when our previous societies were cyclical in nature and worldview
2016-01-17T17:15:54+01:00	in a cyberspace, where every interaction has become copyable and replayable, your every action can suddenly become a performance
2016-01-17T17:05:37+01:00	https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0SdqOC8NA7s when did our future go wrong when our present doesn't look like this
2016-01-17T15:15:22+01:00	And then there are the decamillenia old structures and you wonder who exactly is keeping these remembered for they resemble nothing.
2016-01-17T15:12:40+01:00	Cicero's memory palaces are still out there by the way. They are well touristically developed these days.
2016-01-17T15:09:44+01:00	I helped build estates in some of the far edges of dreamscape, for pay. Some have been deserted but refound by curious dreamers. And things.
2016-01-17T15:02:21+01:00	It was an experiment we did not repeat and we had to sign a non-proliferation treaty.↵That dull sense of loss? Yeah. That's what's left.
2016-01-17T13:41:30+01:00	endeavour - devour
2016-01-17T03:14:59+01:00	Humans dance their bodies around things to infuse them with meaning, e.g. a sacrificial fire↵They do the same dance with words, around ideas
2016-01-17T02:08:36+01:00	some emotions famously last forever - bottling one took an eternal cage↵"love" had a cousin once that is now removed from our timeline
2016-01-17T02:02:50+01:00	Time was part of the blueprint: some emotions had a length of seven years↵Enclosing them for shorter would crush them and spoil the content
2016-01-17T01:59:47+01:00	We had a wine cellar for storage. The bottles had no inside but were intricate glass cages around volumes of space and time.
2016-01-17T01:09:34+01:00	The humans, like many other races, bring tiny bits of their world along against homesickness↵https://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/station/research/news/flowers http://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/688513453921816576/photo/1
2016-01-16T23:56:42+01:00	Mind you he was a sweet person and very intelligent. But a dog. (You wouldn't have been able to tell at a glance)
2016-01-16T23:53:51+01:00	Our testers were exquisitely sensitive people who could distinguish between nuances you don't even know exist. Also one was a dog.
2016-01-16T23:49:27+01:00	The immortals sit on a lot of memories to pay with, and have experienced emotions believed extinct. We often cut those with lesser produce.
2016-01-16T23:46:17+01:00	I have many stories of working with that person. We counted many of the super rich among our clients - super rich but not in money.
2016-01-16T23:35:34+01:00	Of course I kept the unrestricted copies for myself.↵A burglar may one day find them in my basement and let them loose upon the world.
2016-01-16T23:30:50+01:00	I was hired to come up with a DRM scheme for their output.↵you wonder how you can't understand even those closest to you?↵that's why.
2016-01-16T23:20:55+01:00	inventor of emotions↵their workshop full of discarded prototypes↵patents in a drawer↵tools that you can't look at for longer than 5 seconds
2016-01-16T23:07:37+01:00	$ mkfifo notapipe
2016-01-16T22:16:57+01:00	The grammatical I has about as much claim to reality as grammatical gender.
2016-01-16T20:15:19+01:00	forgive me for I have cosinned
2016-01-16T17:35:50+01:00	That ear splitting wail from a badly set up microphone hooked to a sound system? That is the sound of a life, all lived over a few seconds.
2016-01-16T16:43:11+01:00	soul is now stuck in a brain case with exceedingly low bandwidth to other souls↵talk about bad luck↵you could've been a world soul instead
2016-01-16T16:37:45+01:00	parasitic souls possessing the first feedback loop they find↵some end up in humans
2016-01-11T18:41:46+01:00	the toxoplasma of love
2016-01-10T13:19:47+01:00	friendship is emergent from information exchange
2016-01-09T22:29:30+01:00	chat with hot alien civilizations in your local group!
2015-12-18T19:44:57+01:00	metaphorism: a ghost's equivalent of a metabolism
2015-12-17T01:08:32+01:00	imagine - no language
2015-12-12T19:13:48+01:00	song idea: Little Fluffy Clouds, but set in Hell↵nothing remains but the rhythm, and souls scratch feebly on the inner surface of the sound
2015-12-11T23:57:15+01:00	bonus tracks distributed as "outer rings" on special occasions↵unofficial or fake bonus tracks, rare and sought after
2015-12-11T23:52:40+01:00	hybrid record players and cutters - press "cut" and it'll cut off a ring making a very particular sound like biting into chocolate slowly
2015-12-11T23:47:30+01:00	standardized track lengths aligned to equidistancial radii on the LP↵tracks released as "outer disk" and "inner disk" versions
2015-12-11T23:44:14+01:00	ear rings and top hats that are also music↵color coding of tracks of an LP to highlight track borders↵recombined LPs when the lengths match
2015-12-11T23:40:52+01:00	popular song rings that you'd recognize by their proportions alone↵special adapters to make them play on traditional record players
2015-12-11T23:37:09+01:00	"... sell each page individually. You can slice a vinyl record into individual song rings for trade."↵I really wish that had been a thing.
2015-12-06T13:05:10+01:00	out of context quote: "That's how the moon was detected back in the 1960s using a low energy laser and no retro reflectors"
2015-12-05T19:47:08+01:00	I have a bunch of emergency exit signs in my bag (yes I really do and they're heavy).↵It's a metaphor for inversion of control.
2015-11-20T23:00:48+01:00	Do the crews of sunken ships have a patron saint? Sunken specifically.
2015-11-15T03:55:11+01:00	Whoops I touched the Tanasinn and it rubbed off
2015-11-05T01:06:23+01:00	At night, all hats are grey.
2015-09-26T16:56:12+02:00	"It’s a bubble theory—it floats over the landscape, touching nothing."
2015-09-26T16:45:34+02:00	"His skin was the color of thrift-shop Tupperware."
2015-09-25T22:45:06+02:00	upcoming: the NOPfuscator for purely functional programs.
2015-09-16T13:21:48+02:00	@allgebrah paper planes even. Although regular planes are neat too.
2015-09-16T09:33:48+02:00	I dreamt of airplanes that soared eternally in the hot updraft over the city.
2015-09-12T20:42:12+02:00	Like Us On Github!
2015-09-11T01:12:51+02:00	From an old ideas file I found: If I ever establish my own micronation, declare a fractal exclusive fishing zone.
2015-09-10T20:24:24+02:00	defense in breadth
2015-09-05T18:39:46+02:00	gamification is the 2010s' neurolinguistic programming.
2015-08-31T00:57:45+02:00	Violence is a meme that transmits itself through deed rather than word.
2015-06-27T16:36:24+02:00	Sanduhr auf dem Flohmarkt gekauft. Sie schaffte es stehenzubleiben, eindeutig magischer Zeitstopper. Hält jetzt mein Essen frisch.
2015-06-20T19:27:28+02:00	Took home flowers from fairyland / lost them in my garden / now it gained a dimension or two / and the postman fails to deliver my packages
2015-06-06T01:39:57+02:00	Spoiler: Jesus dies
2015-06-02T23:40:14+02:00	OH: Ein einbrechender Einahmezustand ist auch gleichzeitig ein ausbrechender Ausnahmezustand.
2015-03-22T02:31:27+01:00	Security by profanity: Insult hackers in the language of the country they're connecting from
2015-01-06T18:48:30+01:00	Where do little Nazgul go to school?↵Well obviously in the nat school.
2014-10-14T08:38:49+02:00	Degrees are actually an unending source of fuel because they always burn to a degree
2014-10-09T17:07:01+02:00	Idea: Twitter wall + text2speech + autotune
2014-04-13T15:55:56+02:00	#!/usr/bin/sha256sum
2014-04-06T00:08:01+02:00	My hobby: Recording bonus tracks to classic electronic albums and distributing the slighly altered albums on Soulseek. Project Tlön.
2014-03-24T19:40:26+01:00	Als hätten Miyazaki und Escher sich zusammen besoffen und am nächsten Morgen verkatert angefangen zu zeichnen.
2014-03-20T15:12:40+01:00	What I read: "atomically kill a cgroup of processes by freezing the cgroup, killall and thawing"↵What I see: "TOKI WA TOMARE... WRYYYYY"
2014-02-24T10:59:43+01:00	Ein Styroporplanet, liebevoll zusammengesetzt aus einzeln angemalten und perfekt passenden Körnern.
2013-10-07T22:14:29+02:00	In Teilen der Bibliothek von Babel weht ein Wind durch die Schächte. Er füttert einen titanischen Brand, Billionen und Aberbillionen Bücher.
2013-10-07T22:08:28+02:00	Eine Sprache, die auf Primzahlen beruht - Sätze sind Produkte.
2013-10-07T22:06:38+02:00	Ein Minecraftmod, in dem Terrain wandert.
2013-10-07T22:05:42+02:00	Eine Orgel aus Luftballonen und Digeridoos.
2013-10-07T22:02:40+02:00	Ameisenhaufen dazu bringen, Paradoxien zu verstehen.
2013-10-07T21:56:20+02:00	Schach auf Penrosekacheln.
2013-10-07T21:51:56+02:00	Fand alte Notizen und eine genderkorrekte Anrede: "Sehr geehrte Numens und Illuminierte, ..."
2013-08-18T17:05:38+02:00	> var desu = new (function () { this.desu = this })()↵> desu.desu.desu.desu.desu.desu.desu.desu.desu.desu.desu.desu↵{ desu: [Circular] }
2012-04-05T23:45:16+02:00	Spuckte der Koch in die Ursuppe.
2011-12-31T08:17:08+01:00	Hat der Mann eine gespaltene Persönlichkeit, ist es dann ein Creampie?
2011-11-21T08:19:18+01:00	Brain in a .jar
2011-10-19T05:46:09+02:00	Ein Stempel, der in UV-Farbe "Fnord" druckt. Nur wenn du ihn siehst kann er dich fressen.
2011-07-26T14:39:44+02:00	Ein Güterzug mit Gleisbettschotter rollt an mir vorbei - unbefruchtete Schieneneier, von in Symbiose lebenden Zügen transportiert.
2011-03-08T13:37:27+01:00	HTTP/1.1 419 I have a mutually beneficial transaction to offer
2011-02-21T15:55:07+01:00	Komm auf die dunkle Seite, hier ist es kühl.
2011-02-15T22:56:05+01:00	Nimm Ballett, tanze die Fouriertransformation, transformiere die Aufnahme zurück. Jemand ohne Projekt und tatendurstig? Easy mode: M.Flatley
2011-01-10T15:32:20+01:00	Forke einen Menschen, terminiere eine Kopie nach 60 Minuten. Wie viel Mensch ist gestorben?