#inversa

[nubis84]

En la sociedad de hoy en día lo queremos todo:

—Queremos tener pareja y seguir disfrutando de la soltería.

—Queremos ahorrar sin privarnos de nada.

—Tener hijos pero seguir teniendo el mismo tipo de vida.

—Estar en forma mientras tenemos excesos.

—Vaguear con disciplina.

—Queremos dinero, pero si es sin trabajar mejor.

—Mantener la guerra entre la soledad y los eventos sociales.

—Que los demás hagan lo que quieran aunque haciéndonos caso.

—Ser distintos, sin dejar de encajar.

—Querer cambiar sin salir de la zona de confort.

—Hacer daño y convencernos de ser buenos y que hacemos lo correcto.

—No perdernos nada y descansar, frenar un poco la vida.

[welele]

¿Qué cómo la friegas? Ya te he dicho que no lo sé, pero la puedes comprar aquí.

[versamatrix]

The Fall of Mythos Technologies

Originally Written 03-16-26

A myth in translation in which Icarus flies.

* * *

I call now upon the muses of Apocalypse

Upon Doom, Despair, Chaos,

And Hope, above all else.

Lend me your voices, your memories buried deep,

So I may sing of your great undoing.

Bestow upon me a tale of invention, a tale of glory,

A tale of goodwill soured by greed, a tragedy

Not unlike the stories of old.

Allow me to begin the beginning of the end

And The Fall of Mythos Technologies.

* * *

Icarus, son of Daedalus, promised himself that

He would never repeat his father's footsteps.

Unlike his forefathers, his cousins, and his brothers,

Icarus was not suited for fighting nor farm work.

Rather, he was a man of science and mathematics.

A follower of biological and atomic Chaos,

Which breeds order out of the natural world,

Icarus spent his youth poking and prodding

At the world around him, wondering if there's

Something waiting for him beyond the horizon.

Icarus's curiosity, much to his family's dismay,

Was rewarded with his entrance into Mythos Technologies

Alongside two other prestigious researchers.

Under the watchful eyes of the beautiful Dorathy,

They would invent a new tool to further humanity.

"I will make you a promise." said Dorathy.

"We will give you anything and everything

You need for your experiments,

In time, or money, or materials,

But you must never leave this place."

"Additionally, there is a specific door

Within this building that you must not,

By any means, open. If you do,

Your time here will come to an end.

Do you understand?"

Icarus's compatriots replied swiftly

With excited looks on their faces.

Icarus, not wanting to be the only one

Left out, nodded his agreement as well.

"Perfect," said she. "Now, introduce yourselves."

Mephisto, tightly wound and logical,

Was a man of productivity.

His invention would allow the user to work

Within his own dreams, permitting even

The wildest daydreams to become reality.

Sharp-witted Nervos, on the other hand,

Was a man fueled by emotion.

His creation was designed to alter the

Emotions of mankind, substituting

Anger or fear with more positive sensations.

Finally, it was Icarus's turn to speak.

"I'd like to design wings," he said sheepishly.

"Humanity deserves to see the world

Like the birds and insects do.

We won't be tied down any longer."

"How frivolous," muttered Mephisto.

"How impractical," commented Nervos.

"How wonderful," exclaimed Dorathy,

"We'll begin right away."

And so, they began.

The inventors worked tirelessly,

Day and night, pouring over tomes

And running experiments.

Where Nervos and Mephisto shined,

Icarus faltered at every turn.

In the spirit of teamwork, the scientists

Offered assistance to each other

On basic tasks and logic puzzles.

However, when Icarus began falling behind,

Their relationship became more one-sided.

Without realizing, though Icarus was the sort

Of man to give himself to others without

Expecting anything in return, Icarus had

Become the victim of his compatriots'

Schemes and the subject of their experiments.

Day in and day out, Icarus would have his

Emotions altered and his consciousness invaded,

All as his dreams of flying seemed so distant.

It was his job, his duty, to help others, but

He could barely help himself.

One day, while trying to avoid the others,

Icarus accidentally stumbled into a doorway.

The doorway he wasn't supposed to enter.

The doorway he shouldn't have been able to see.

And there, he met The Eye.

[There's a missing gap in the text here.]

Upon his imperceptible return,

Icarus poured himself into his work

With newfound vigor. Concepts and

Creations flowed from him like a river,

nearly sweeping up his fellow scientists.

Nervos and Mephisto looked on at

their former lab rat in horror.

Where did Icarus’s ideas come from?

Why was Icarus ignoring them?

How could Icarus leave them in the dust?

Would Icarus complete his project?

Would he win awards, recognition?

Would Icarus be the name people remember?

Would those stupid wings steal their glory?

Would Icarus even remember their names?

With Icarus none the wiser,

Nervos and Mephisto hatched a plot

To ensure the greatness of their craft.

To enshrine their names in the history books.

To embody their greatness, once and for all.

Mephisto scoured Icarus’s dreams,

ensuring that was sound asleep.

Nervos activated his emotion modifiers,

adjusting Icarus’s sensations so that

all he felt was joy instead of pain.

They struck quickly in the dead of night,

Stealing Icarus from his quarters

and dragging him to his laboratory.

As he awoke, Icarus believed that

his friends had created a surprise for him.

"We love you, Icarus!"

Cried his brothers in arms

As they strapped Icarus down

To the operating table.

Or, at least, that’s what Icarus heard.

Conniving Mephisto and impertinent Nervos

Held Icarus’s wings aloft,

Preparing to make the incisions that would

Graft the wings to the poor man’s body.

Icarus couldn’t stop laughing.

The pain’s sting and the metal’s cold bite

Did nothing to dissuade his joy.

“What a lovely surprise!” He cried,

Tears streaming down his smiling face.

“You really do love me!”

“We have one more surprise for you,”

Cooed Mephisto as he tightened the bolts.

“It’s just upstairs, on the roof!”

Claimed Nervos as he pulled Icarus to the floor.

“Come with us! It won’t be long now!”

As his captors dragged him up the stairs,

Icarus took in his surroundings.

Had the floors always been this red?

Was the sky always so dark?

Was he always this high in the air?

“Where’s my surprise?” Icarus tried to say,

but his voice came out slurred and hoarse.

“It’s just off the edge, there,” said Nervos.

“We’ll help you get down,” said Mephisto.

And then, Icarus flew.

As Icarus fell through the sky,

Wind whipping through his hair,

The soft touch of the clouds

And the chemicals soaring through him

Made him cry out in delight.

"Is anyone watching?

Hey, you, don't you see?

Please, watch me! I'm flying!

Please…

Please stop staring at me.

You know it scares me

When you look at me like that."

[sefaiunbelrespiro]

Che cosa sarebbe successo

Se ci fossimo incontrati in un altro tempo?

Se per una casualità inversa

Fossimo finiti in una realtà diversa

È questione di un positrone,

Sostituito ad un elettrone

Un’equazione

Per tornare indietro

Ed essere tu il giocatore.

- sefaiunbelrespiro

[hidradenitis-support-selina-blog]

I TOO AM COMPLETELY NORMAL. NOTHING TO SEE HERE, FOLKS.

[mercadodeletras]

Al venir al mundo uno llora y los demás se alegran, es necesario morir riendo y que los demás lloren.

Voltaire.

[villings]

Yo que sentí el horror de los espejos no sólo ante el cristal impenetrable donde acaba y empieza, inhabitable, un imposible espacio de reflejos   sino ante el agua especular que imita el otro azul en su profundo cielo que a veces raya el ilusorio vuelo del ave inversa o que un temblor agita   Y ante la superficie silenciosa del ébano sutil cuya tersura repite como un sueño la blancura de un vago mármol o una vaga rosa,   Hoy, al cabo de tantos y perplejos años de errar bajo la varia luna, me pregunto qué azar de la fortuna hizo que yo temiera los espejos.

"Los espejos", Jorge Luis Borges.

[erunerwynter]

im shit

so, im gonna talk about Inversa bc i need to write down thing or else i’ll forget:

-So, Inversa is a city that is also a plane of existence, located in a weird place that makes the time flowing really fucking weird. The whole city is, in fact, probably composed of the same three people coming from different point in their own timelines. Maybe. The city guard surely is. It’s literally just one guy, he’s really tired. No one knows how he got the job, given that he’s techincally his own boss and he hates his job.

-The city has a vertical structure. There are several “floors”, so to speak, and the deeper you get, the darker the whole city becomes. Quite literally. At the lower floors even creatures with darkvision have trouble discerning shapes.

-Everything that had, will, or would have happened has actually happened in Inversa. Everything. That’s why it’s the only place where you can get some weird shit like the breath of a dying god, the lost dreams of a fox or the latest The Legend of Zelda game. Spellcasters and nerds dig this place, if they can find it.

-The whole city has a Shadowrun kinda vibe. It’s all neon-y and punk and shit. It’s filled with skyscrapers so high you can’t actually see the fucking sky.

-Some people are known as Charons. They’re weird: they’re the only one of themselves, for real. No alternate selves. No future or past selves. Their whole existence is really weird and sometimes unstable. They function as guides for adventurers that don’t want to get lost in the depths of Inversa. Not everyone needs them, and not every one of them actually work as guides.

-Time loops and paradoxes are frequent and people, often, don’t really have the time for that, so they just don’t care and hope everything turns out fine.

-It’s the only city where you can literally go fuck yourself.

-The city is cool, except when you find out that the person you just murdered is just your future self and you’re going to live with the knowledge that you’re going to die by your own hands. Funny!

-Inversa is alive, and most of the time she’s pissed off. Good luck with that!

-Time gods usually hate this place.