Intergalatic Gazette

"Bringing You News From All Corners of the Galaxy" A collection of science fiction writing. The main theme being a newspaper able to write about all news from any point time in the history of the universe.

[bluemuffin-draws]

Endurance runners

Part 2 of this

[sharkfish]

everyone (including james holden) is fully aware that james holden failed his way into being the main character of the galaxy.

and absolutely no one (including james holden) is happy about it.

[complex-analytic-dysfunction]

[changeling-automaton]

Unironically I think this meme is really good for explaining why maths formalisms and notation are so valuable, even when they seem cumbersome/convoluted. It's an incredibly precise way to describe the interaction of a lot of related-but-meaningfully-distinct concepts, and this is a great showcase of that, thank you Lynn Chordbug you're the best.

[fiannans]

I don't know how else to describe this specific genre of sci fi where it's all about hope and love for humanity but yeah.

[sherdnerd]

Just watched the season 3 finale of For All Mankind. That opening might be the funniest plot twist in the history of television

[thelaurenshippen]

love being a "for all mankind" fan. tv show that costs twenty bajillion doll hairs a season and has negative viewership but keeps putting new seasons out. maybe one of the best tv shows of the last 10 years. you've never heard of it

[viralfrog]

[dragongirlbunny]

[capnsaltsquid]

Parallel universe where the Harlem Globetrotters took up soccer instead.

[salaciouscrumbb]

gnarly as fuck when a person as kind as anna volovodov is is struggling to see you as a person & wanted to let someone put you down like a dog.

[charlizetheronsbush-official]

peak james holden moment: when he rolls up on ilus and everyone hates him bc he acts like god’s specialest boy, then literally everyone but him starts going blind and they’re like holy fuck he actually is god’s specialest boy for real

[jambananacalm]

You don't mess around with Jim.

[luulapants]

Jim: I don't know how to ask, but are you still.. you know, Amos?

Amos: yep

Jim: okay but I mean Amos died and his consciousness was rebuilt to make you, so does that actually make you him?

Amos: yep

Jim: I mean I know you look like him and act like him and you have his memories but is that the same as being the same person you were before?

Amos: yeah, man, is your hearing okay

[parkchanwoohoo]

[chamomile-teabag]

WHAT ARE YALL READING RN you must tell me

[bratthewurst]

Matt Dinniman is right, more AI's should have fetishes and be obsessed with some guy

[goetic-justice]

The name's Loudly. Meows Loudly. And you're not gonna believe what I have to say next.

[fae-they]

so are we keeping our glasses on or off during sex

glasses on or off during sex

on

off

i do not wear glasses (u better rb this)

Voting ended onJun 6

[clouded-chaos]

(Haven’t watched the movie, this is based on the book)

Stratt sends a Beetle back to find Grace named L.I.B, having it lock onto the original Taumoaba, she sends two— one crashes into Adrian but one makes it to Grace on Erid.

Inside are four USB sticks, and one camera. The first holds a note from Stratt to Grace, telling him how Earth is now, what’s changed for the better since the return of the Beetles, what’s changed for the worse. She kept tabs on the students in his class, telling him how they grew up, who they became. Abby became a scientist. A handful became teachers.

She explains that the camera is empty, for Grace to use and send back to them, one of the USB sticks has photos from Earth. The other has digital letters from his students as they grew, and learned about his sacrifice.

The last USB stick has a collection of every piece of media and intellectual property made from when he left up until now.

In the end of the letter she says;

“Don’t just send me a picture of you giving me the middle finger, I won’t be alive to see it.”

22 months later, Earth gets a bunch of pictures of fucking rocks with clothes on them.

[kyrt4t]

chilledchaos and his retirement // do not stand at my grave and weep by mary elizabeth frye