#tralfamadore

[spiralshells]

Fuck it. Trafalmadorian Fakemon.

Psychic type. From outer space. Learns Future Sight, obv.

Tentative names: Palmadink and Palmadore. Feel free to suggest better ones.

[crazy-lizard-lover]

So it goes

[life-of-a-rat]

I just think it’s cool…

tralfamadorians are so different between The Sirens of Titan and Slaughter-House Five idk

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Paul Lehr

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“There are no telegraphs on Tralfamadore. But you’re right: each clump of symbols is a brief, urgent message– describing a situation, a scene. We Tralfamadorians read them all at once, not one after the other. There isn’t any particular relationship between all the messages, except that the author has chosen them carefully, so that, when seen all at once, they produce an image of life that is beautiful and surprising and deep. There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time.”

― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

[pluralzalpha]

Galactic Gazetteer: Tralfamadore

Appearances: "The Sirens of Titan" (Kurt Vonnegut, 1959); "Slaughterhouse-Five, or The Children’s Crusade" (Vonnegut, 1969); Slaughterhouse-Five (film, 1972)

Type: terrestrial planet

Location: Small Magellanic Cloud

Inhabitants: Tralfamadorians

Fun fact: in "The Sirens of Titan," the Tralfamadorians were mechanical creatures developed by a race of superbeings to search for meaning in existence.

Another fun fact: in "Slaughterhouse-Five," they were green, plunger-shaped organisms thst existed four-dimensionally, experiencing all of time at once.

Fun fact 3: in "Hocus Pocus" (1990), Tralfamadore is noted as the meeting place for transdimensional superbeings, while in "Timequake" (1997) it is noted as the meeting place for the personifications of chemical elements.

[weboftigers]

"Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt"

"Slaughterhouse-Five" by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr

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[ladythatsmyskull]

“You lucky bastard.”

[somebodysittingthereallthetime]

Once upon a time on Tralfamadore there were creatures who weren’t anything like machines. They weren’t dependable. They weren’t efficient. They weren’t predictable. They weren’t durable. And these poor creatures were obsessed by the idea that everything that existed had to have a purpose, and that some purposes were higher than others.     These creatures spent most of their time trying to find out what their purpose was. And every time they found out what seemed to be a purpose of themselves, the purpose seemed so low that the creatures were filled with disgust and shame.     And, rather than serve such a low purpose, the creatures would make a machine to serve it. This left the creatures free to serve higher purposes. But whenever they found a higher purpose, the purpose still wasn’t high enough.     So machines were made to serve higher purposes, too.     And the machines did everything so expertly that they were finally given the job of finding out what the highest purpose of the creatures could be.     The machines reported in all honesty that the creatures couldn’t really be said to have any purpose at all.     The creatures thereupon began slaying each other, because they hated purposeless things above all else. And they discovered that they weren’t even very good at slaying. So they turned that job over to the machines, too. And the machines finished up the job in less time than it takes to say, “Tralfamadore.”

Kurt Vonnegut - The Sirens Of Titan