they became meguca
“Meduka!”
“What is it, coobie?”
“Become meguca.”
“No…”
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they became meguca
“Meduka!”
“What is it, coobie?”
“Become meguca.”
“No…”
End Or Beginning (closed)
@schrodingerskanny
Fifteen minutes had passed after the mushroom cloud appeared on the horizon. From the science courses he took his freshman year of college, Sigma knew that it’d be at least an hour before it dissipated - and even after it was gone, he didn’t think he would ever get that image out of his memory. Another chunk of the planet, gone, just like that. Although he was too far away from the blast to hear any screams, thankfully, the low wail of sirens outside were the only audible signs of human life outside of this room.
He had peppered Akane with question after question earlier - about how she just tried to kill him, and how he was supposed to accomplish any of the tasks she was giving him, and why the hell his arms were gone. Once the bomb went off, though, he had fallen silent, trying to let the weight of everything sink in.
But, fifteen minutes of silence had gone by, and Sigma was desperate to talk again, especially considering the isolated path that lay ahead. Having run through all of the intelligent questions by now, he may as well ask a dumb one.
“Hey, Akane. If we don’t leave until tomorrow... are there any snacks here? Protein bars? Chips? Something?”
Histories (closed)
@siravron
The room was cold, grey, and dreary, with the uneasy malaise of recirculated air. Closed steel doors on one side, as well as a vertical panel with two columns of buttons numbering from 0-9, would seem to indicate it was an elevator of some sort. A freight elevator, probably, given the size of the room, yet several features seemed out of place. Two additional rows of buttons were on the left and right walls of the room, each also numbered 0-9. Someone had also hung up a poster on the wall, featuring a drawing of an assortment of cartoon people doing exercises. It wasn’t welcoming; in fact, it made the room feel just a little colder than it already was.
It didn’t seem like there were many items for transport in this freight elevator, either. There was a fire extinguisher in the corner, but it was likely only there for safety precautions. The only cargo were two real, live human beings.
Phi had been the first of the pair to wake up, and had mentally made of all of these observations in the first few minutes of consciousness. After verifying that the elevator doors were locked and none of the buttons worked, she had taken a resigned seat over by the fire extinguisher, just so she could be as far away as possible from the room’s other occupant.
A stranger was sleeping in the dead center of the elevator, and, no matter how many times Phi cast a glance in his direction, she couldn’t shake the perception that he was a gross old man. Okay, maybe not that old, but her first impression, just from looking at his face and hair, was that he was almost certainly icky, and maybe even one of those sex pests people talked about on the news. As he slowly began to stir, Phi braced herself, glumly resting her arms on her knees.
25 for luna!
25. Do you think Free Will exists? If not, why?
“Maybe. Or, maybe not. It’s not really my place to say whether or not it exists or not, because I’m not able to view other timelines. I’ve been told about what happens, but there’s no way for me to see for myself, so I can’t judge.
One thing I know for certain, however. I’m just plastic and metal, nothing more. By design, I can’t truly have free will. Every possible action I can take was coded into my circuitry. Every sense of mental acuity I have was given to me by two people, the man who coded me, and the woman who gave me instructions. Were I to deviate too far from any of what I was meant to do... I would be deactivated within minutes.
Even if I weren’t given instructions, I still have the Three Laws to uphold. And if I were to stop upholding those... there really would be no purpose for me. None at all.”
4 for the good roboto girl
4. Many ancient cultures idolized the Earth as a living entity (Gaia). Many people now still compare the tides and other patterns to the Earth breathing. Do you think Gaia exists?
“Yes. Yes, I do.
Keep in mind, I’ve never stepped foot on Earth. I’ve never seen the ocean. I’ve never seen snow. I’ve never felt a breeze that wasn’t artificially created.
Even so… there’s still something so different about the B. Garden. So peaceful, so serene, so full of life inside a lifeless facility… it makes me believe there has to be some part of Gaia that’s existing, right there, in that room.
Maybe it’s just a figment of my imagination, but… I really want to believe Gaia still exists, three hundred and eighty four thousand miles away from her homeland.”
1?
There are two absolutes: either we are alone in the universe, or we are not. Which would you find more terrifying?
“...I think being alone would be infinitely more terrifying.
The observable universe is 93 billion light-years across, or in a more standard measurement, 8.8 times 10 to the power of 26 meters across. If there really wasn’t a single other habitable world where life of some kind could form, then...
...
...it makes the ruin of the Earth all the more poignant. There’s no way to turn back the clock, and there wouldn’t be anywhere left for humanity to go.”
@theotherklims
Since Sigma had been such a genius in figuring out the padlock puzzle, and had done all that work climbing up the bookcase to get the lion, he was ready to sit back and take it easy, and make Clover do the dice puzzle. She didn’t seem to mind, really - it was almost as if she desperately needed to get her mind away from all the horrid things Sigma had been saying in the previous hour.
Now that he and Luna were left alone... well. No one was going to interrupt his terrible thoughts, this time.
“Hey, Luna,” he said, trying to look up at the bookcase as casually as possible to mask his (very obvious) intentions. “I think there still might be a clue or two I forgot. Do you wanna climb up there and check?”