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01-09-2018, 06:15 PM | #442 (permalink) |
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All right! Let's do this thing!
What A Piece Of Work Is Man: Three Tales of Humanity's Hubris The Ruins of Eden Note: It looks like this will be in three, possibly four parts. Part two tomorrow. Spoiler for "The Ruins of Eden, Part 1":
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01-09-2018, 07:00 PM | #443 (permalink) | |
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Ooh, I love Sci-Fi. Especially the ambiguously post apocalyptic ones where everything is synthetic. And giant roaches don't hurt, either.
Pretty cool, and well written. Quote:
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01-10-2018, 06:11 PM | #448 (permalink) |
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The Ruins of Eden, Part IV
“Long, long before we came to this world, humans fought among themselves too. They made war, not against other races, but against each other. They fought over (he hissed sharply, the sign his people made when something was distasteful to them) land borders, resources, power and wealth. Can you imagine such a thing? Left to their own devices, they probably would have destroyed their planet completely, along with themselves.
At least,” he said philosophically, “we were able to save their planet after they had fuc - (he checked himself) ah, ruined it. They’re a savage race, boy. They killed for money. They killed to be better than each other. Some of them even killed for (an undulating shudder ran the length of his body) pleasure. They copulated with multiple partners - still do.” This, too, was something no cramaxian could understand, they who mated for life. “They lied, they cheated, they destroyed everything they came in contact with. They were a cancer on this planet, a sickness it was dying from. Animals!” he spat, allowing the fury to take hold of him for a moment. “Savages. Maybe we should have just eradicated their entire race.” Trangor repeated what his teacher had said. “We’re not humans, father.” Another silence, then the boy remarked “Here’s another one: In-sert HDMI cay-bill in-to HDMI slot at rear… That one looks incomplete too. I think this is mostly there though: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” He looked up from the screen. “What do you think that means, father?” “No idea,” his father admitted. “Typical nonsense, probably written by some conspiracy nut. Sounds very contradictory. How can something be both the best and worst of times?” For a moment he pondered the conundrum, then he had an idea. Surely, if Trangor were to see the humans in their natural habitat, fighting among each other, eating (ugh!) meat (even if it was specially synthesised for them, it still turned all six of his stomachs) and saw how backwards and savage and wild they were, he might instead be convinced that a nice fluffy psalra or a talkative beesop bird might be preferably as a pet. Nothing is so intriguing as fantasy, nor broken so easily when confronted with the harsh truth. Besides, he was old enough to face such realities now. It was, after all, his Spawning Day. Time he grew up. Smiling, he announced “What do you say we go for proton shakes, son? And then if you like we can head over to the compound and see the humans. Just don’t try feeding them, okay?” He laughed at his own joke. Trangor beamed: his Spawning Day was going to be awesome.
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01-10-2018, 06:13 PM | #449 (permalink) |
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wow Trollheart is a typer.
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