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hi tumblr how do we feel about Woman
1950. Cover by Willard Downes.
Does any of this, does this look alright to you?
Theme idea: dragon hoard?
my brother (he is 12) and i have been drawing stuff from memory
I am currently in editing hell and I feel like I am losing my mind. This fic is my child and it is a disaster and I am so proud of it and it has taken three people to finally finish chapter 1 (me, my wife and her gf)
scifi where beings obsessed with gambling and tomfoolery split the earth into a number of planets of different sizes but equal feature makeups. the humans previously living on what was earth are evenly distributed between the new planets relative to scale. one of the planets is legitimately just 100ft in diameter, you're fucked if you landed on that one, but thankfully it should only be one or two people. probably.
communication between the planets on a rudimentary level isn't very hard, but any space program capable of delivering a human-- or anything delicate-- from one planet to another will take many years. gravity, atmospherics, distance, everything is unknown. everything has to start from scratch. in one of the nearly-empty copies of a lab of the greatest physicist from the old earth, she throws a paper airplane. the way it moves is not natural.
each planet has an exact by-the-numbers slice of the population. the numbers don't care about family, or love. few lovers end up on the same one. governments and other organizations fare slightly better, since with enough bureaucracy you could conceivably shave off 90% of the people and still have "a" chain of command, though not a good one. old systems dissolve or mutate into unrecognizability, they don't want to listen to a laser pulsed message from one of the thirteen other blue dots in the sky. it's inevitable for each planet to diverge.
there are no blank slates. just endless fractals. everyone remembers everything, up to and including the moment where (70%, 80%, 95%, 97% 99%, 99.2%...) of everyone they had ever known instantly disappeared. A lone hiker, miles from civilization, watches the mountains shrink, his trip back to camp much, much shorter.
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