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A Measure of Character - Gold the Tenrec, and Standing Tall as Reality Collapses, With a Dash of History to Taste
It is no exaggeration to say that dimensional shenanigans were an essential piece of Archie Sonic's identity, handily one of the it's longest standing tropes and probably the first thing to truly set it apart from the games and cartoon that inspired it. No joke; this is something the comic starting dabbling with no sooner than Issue 02, way the hell back in 1993, so we might even be looking at the point of origin of this trope for the franchise as a whole, really. If there ever comes a point where it strikes you that Sonic just can't seem to stay put in a single plane of reality, just know that it's all part of a long treasured legacy spanning decades.
Suffice to say there's a fair bit of history to be found here, and set to play front-runner for the re-boot's refurbished take on the concept as she was, I like to think that Gold the Tenrec had the opportunity to revitalize it for the new order of things in some interesting ways, with the introduction of a much more expansive element of character than the comic had ever previously enjoyed being chief among them.
That is a surprisingly loaded statement, and it's one that requires a bit of contextual finagling to fully back up. So let's kick this off by looking back on some recent, and some not so recent, history…
The Source of All: Dear child, I have looked within you, and beheld a soul that has known little else but loss and betrayal. Become my vessel, and you shall never need know such fear again.
Gold: Well, n-not to imply I'm ungrateful for the offer, spooky voice coming from out the aether, b-but I can't help but notice a slight… issue or two with your proposal.
SoA: What is it that troubles you, my child? I'd hate to establish our rapport on a rocky start.
Gold: Oh, I'm afraid the severe breach of mind reader etiquette has seen to that already. Did it really not occur to you that I might take a little umbrage with that?
SoA: A… fair enough concern. But I am offering you unfettered insight into the workings of creation, my child. What is mere etiquette in the face of such power?
Gold: Given that creation was riddled with holes last I checked, I can't say I find myself too enthused by the possibilities. And can we please dispense with the "my child" thing? That makes me uncomfortable in ways I lack words for.
SoA: Very well… But what about the nightmarish creature that stole your world from you? My aid would be indispensable in bringing that fiend to heel.
Gold: Indispensable for finding me better company, perhaps.
SoA: …That was quite rude, you know.
(Making a come back by the skin of my teeth on the blog's second birthday. Expect something meatier in a day or two, with a more expansive repertoire to follow.)
Schlemmer: ...And it just leaves me to vonder vhat I actually contribute to zhe team. Silver's a titan of psionic might. Gold is blessed with seemingly boundless potential. And zhen you have me, some kooky nutterbar vith a hand for gadgets and not much else.
Yellow: (Reassuring beeps and boops reminding Schlemmer that it was his tech that allowed Silver to do the heavy lifting when fending off that Second Devourer, and about how he has just as much room to grow as Gold does so long as he's willing to keep learning.)
Schlemmer: Ha, zhat's a fair point! It's zhe skills of zhe people in it zhat makes a team strong, I suppose. Zhank you, little friend.
Yellow: (Not so surprised beep that the super genius can interpret binary by ear, but still telling him to keep these things in mind)
Gold: And it's just... really hard to feel like I should even be here, I guess. I don't have anything close to the kind of grip Silver has on his powers, and if it weren't for the Professor, we'd have no hope of actually getting anything done. They're basically hanging a time bomb around their necks, keeping me around. I didn't even have the guts to do anything about The Council until Silver came along by pure chance! What right do I have to think I can save anything?
Red: (Heartening string of 1s and 0s telling Gold not to sell herself short, reminding her she took the chance to act the moment it presented itself, and that the fact that she worries about getting a handle on her powers proves she can be trusted to put in the work to attain that control.)
Gold: Heh. I don't know why I didn't think of it like that. Looks like I've got some things to reconsider. Thanks, little guy.
Red: (Slightly surprised 1s and 0s that forgot she had that techno thing going on while still telling her to go easier on herself)
Silver: ...And that means having to admit I'm not nearly as equipped for this stuff like they are! It's probably only a matter of time before the Professor cobbles together some doodad that'll fix everything, and that's assuming Gold doesn't discover she can just think everything better first. What am I compared to that except some glorified doorman who's good at throwing things around?
Blue: (Perfectly aware bleeping that Silver won't actually understand it, but still reminding him that he can do the leg work the others need done but can't do themselves, which is just as important as actually being able fix the issues they face, while also being the one packing a big enough punch to keep them safe from most anything that might come their way.)
Silver: I'm... gonna assume all that was you telling me not to underestimate what I bring to the table. So, thanks for that! I guess....
Blue: Thumbs up.
(Wondering if I've been putting too much emphasis on Gold having a talent with tech in these, but I think the wholesome team interaction evens it out this time, so whatever. You know, the Bits would have had actual dialogue here that I was going to convert to binary, which is how I learned that binary can actually get pretty dang long! Still want to do something with that gag, though...
I'll be the devoting the next couple weeks to a particularly big project I'm making some actual headway on, so this will be the last time I pop in here until that's done. Hopefully I'll be back with something to actually show for it! 'Till then, to whoever it might be that's reading this, thanks for stopping by!)
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Cistito, Toa of Psionics
Weapon: Psionic Amplifier Frame
Mask: Mask of Rebounding (Great Ruru by Galva)
A proud and powerful Psychic, a botched mission as a young Toa caused her legs to be very frail so she, with the help of a Nynrah Ghost gifted in building prosthetics, developed a Fikou-like walker frame that doubles as an antennae for her Elemental Powers.
Built for TheLegendReborn’s Torso buildng challenge. (3/16)
I honestly lack the words to describe how damn cool I think this is.
…okay Bionicle community, anyone else thinking that once MU characters got the hang of printed books rather than etching on slabs or walls or using delicate datapad-like things, they would totally make this the standard design? Something about how the spine looks like half of a hexagon (which some MU areas used for their outer letter shape) makes me imagine Matoran scholars opening one of these to consult records.
it's when you go to get food on a delivery app and it offers to let you order from a restaurant called something like CHUCK'S BURGER BARN that you've never seen before, and when you dig into it you find out it's just a random unmarked unit in an office park where cheeseburgers are hatched
Tyrant-of-the-Week #7: So, this is the trio of rabble-rousers who've been causing so much trouble for me lately? A pair of rats and a lanky freak of indeterminate origin. Have you anything to say for yourselves before I have you done away with?
Silver: I got something, sure. Hey Gold, you bet we'd be running into Tyrant-of-the-Week #7 in the next three worlds, right?
Gold: Indeed, I did. This would be #12, though. We expanded the definition of Evil Overlords to include card games, remember? After the fourth one?
Silver: Oh, yeah! Man, that was a while ago...
Tyrant-of-the-Week #12: What did you people just call me?
Schlemmer: Are ve sure zis vouldn't just be #10? Zere vas that zhing with ze rings, after all.
Tyrant-of-the-Week #10: "Just?" Now, wait a just minute-
Gold: We never did come to an agreement on that...
Tyrant-of-the-Week #10: Don't you dare ignore-
Silver: I still say it's not much of a game if you just up and try to kill the other guy with the pieces.
Tyrant-of-the-Week #10: Right, then! I've allowed you to blather on long enough, now it's time to say good bye!
Silver: Well, if you insist. Good bye! (Telekinetically blasts the cell door clean off, pinning TotW to the wall with it)
Schlemmer: Ooh, did you see zhat? He vas skipping right to the part vhere he fails to kill us! Poor boy vas ready to do his own dirty vork, no less!
Gold: Do you think he'll be okay with taking the bronze medal on that one?
Tyrant-of-the-Week #10: What is happening right now...
Muppet Dracula casting
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"Don't spy on a privacy lab" (and other career advice for university provosts)
This is a wild and hopeful story: grad students at Northeastern successfully pushed back against invasive digital surveillance in their workplace, through solidarity, fearlessness, and the bright light of publicity. It’s a tale of hand-to-hand, victorious combat with the “shitty technology adoption curve.”
What’s the “shitty tech adoption curve?” It’s the process by which oppressive technologies are normalized and spread. If you want to do something awful with tech — say, spy on people with a camera 24/7 — you need to start with the people who have the least social capital, the people whose objections are easily silenced or overridden.
That’s why all our worst technologies are first imposed on refugees -> prisoners -> kids -> mental patients -> poor people, etc. Then, these technologies climb the privilege gradient: blue collar workers -> white collar workers -> everyone. Following this pathway lets shitty tech peddlers knock the rough edges off their wares, inuring us all to their shock and offense.
https://pluralistic.net/2022/08/21/great-taylors-ghost/#solidarity-or-bust
20 years ago, if you ate dinner under the unblinking eye of a CCTV, it was because you were housed in a supermax prison. Today, it’s because you were unwise enough to pay hundreds or thousands of dollars for “home automation” from Google, Apple, Amazon or another “luxury surveillance” vendor.
Northeastern’s Interdisciplinary Science and Engineering Complex (ISEC) is home to the “Cybersecurity and Privacy Institute,” where grad students study the harms of surveillance and the means by which they may be reversed. If there’s one group of people who are prepared to stand athwart the shitty tech adoption curve, it is the CPI grad students.
Which makes it genuinely baffling that Northeastern Senior Vice Provost for Research David Luzzi decided to install under-desk heat sensors throughout ISEC, overnight, without notice or consultation. Luzzi signed the paperwork that brought the privacy institute into being.
Students throughout ISEC were alarmed by this move, but especially students on the sixth floor, home to the Privacy Institute. When they demanded an explanation, they were told that the university was conducting a study on “desk usage.” This rang hollow: students at the Privacy Institute have assigned desks, and they badge into each room when they enter it.
As Privacy Institute PhD candidate Max von Hippel wrote, “Reader, we have assigned desks, and we use a key-card to get into the room, so, they already know how and when we use our desks.”
https://twitter.com/maxvonhippel/status/1578048837746204672
So why was the university suddenly so interested in gathering fine-grained data on desk usage? I asked von Hippel and he told me: “They are proposing that grad students share desks, taking turns with a scheduling web-app, so administrators can take over some of the space currently used by grad students. Because as you know, research always works best when you have to schedule your thinking time.”
That’s von Hippel’s theory, and I’m going to go with it, because Luzzi didn’t offer a better one in the flurry of memos and “listening sessions” that took place after the ISEC students arrived at work one morning to discover sensors under their desks.
This is documented in often hilarious detail in von Hippel’s thread on the scandal, in which the university administrators commit a series of unforced errors and the grad students run circles around them, in a comedy of errors straight out of “Animal House.”
https://twitter.com/maxvonhippel/status/1578048652215431168
After the sensors were discovered, the students wrote to the administrators demanding their removal, on the grounds that there was no scientific purpose for them, that they intimidated students, that they were unnecessary, and that the university had failed to follow its own rules and ask the Institutional Review Board (IRB) to review the move as a human-subjects experiment.
The letter was delivered to Luzzi, who offered “an impromptu listening session” in which he alienated students by saying that if they trusted the university to “give” them a degree, they should trust it to surveil them. The students bristled at this characterization, noting that students deliver research (and grant money) to “make it tick.”
[Image ID: Sensors arrayed around a kitchen table at ISEC]
The students, believing Luzzi was not taking them seriously, unilaterally removed all the sensors, and stuck them to their kitchen table, annotating and decorating them with Sharpie. This prompted a second, scheduled “listening session” with Luzzi, but this session, while open to all students, was only announced to their professors (“Beware of the leopard”).
The students got wind of this, printed up fliers and made sure everyone knew about it. The meeting was packed. Luzzi explained to students that he didn’t need IRB approval for his sensors because they weren’t “monitoring people.” A student countered, what was being monitored, “if not people?” Luzzi replied that he was monitoring “heat sources.”
https://github.com/maxvonhippel/isec-sensors-scandal/blob/main/Oct_6_2022_Luzzi_town_hall.pdf
Remember, these are grad students. They asked the obvious question: which heat sources are under desks, if not humans (von Hippel: “rats or kangaroos?”). Luzzi fumbled for a while (“a service animal or something”) before admitting, “I guess, yeah, it’s a human.”
Having yielded the point, Luzzi pivoted, insisting that there was no privacy interest in the data, because “no individual data goes back to the server.” But these aren’t just grad students — they’re grad students who specialize in digital privacy. Few people on earth are better equipped to understand re-identification and de-aggregation attacks.
[Image ID: A window with a phrase written in marker, ‘We are not doing science here’ -Luzzi.]
A student told Luzzi, “This doesn’t matter. You are monitoring us, and collecting data for science.” Luzzi shot back, “we are not doing science here.” This ill-considered remark turned into an on-campus meme. I’m sure it was just blurted in the heat of the moment, but wow, was that the wrong thing to tell a bunch of angry scientists.
From the transcript, it’s clear that this is where Luzzi lost the crowd. He accused the students of “feeling emotion” and explaining that the data would be used for “different kinds of research. We want to see how students move around the lab.”
Now, as it happens, ISEC has an IoT lab where they take these kinds of measurements. When they do those experiments, students are required to go through IRB, get informed consent, all the stuff that Luzzi had bypassed. When this is pointed out, Luzzi says that they had been given an IRB waiver by the university’s Human Research Protection Program (HRPP).
Now a prof gets in on the action, asking, pointedly: “Is the only reason it doesn’t fall under IRB is that the data will not be published?” A student followed up by asking how the university could justify blowing $50,000 on surveillance gear when that money would have paid for a whole grad student stipend with money left over.
Luzzi’s answers veer into the surreal here. He points out that if he had to hire someone to monitor the students’ use of their desks, it would cost more than $50k, implying that the bill for the sensors represents a cost-savings. A student replies with the obvious rejoinder — just don’t monitor desk usage, then.
Finally, Luzzi started to hint at the underlying rationale for the sensors, discussing the cost of the facility to the university and dangling the possibility of improving utilization of “research assets.” A student replies, “If you want to understand how research is done, don’t piss off everyone in this building.”
Now that they have at least a vague explanation for what research question Luzzi is trying to answer, the students tear into his study design, explaining why he won’t learn what he’s hoping to learn. It’s really quite a good experimental design critique — these are good students! Within a few volleys, they’re pointing out how these sensors could be used to stalk researchers and put them in physical danger.
Luzzi turns the session over to an outside expert via a buggy Zoom connection that didn’t work. Finally, a student asks whether it’s possible that this meeting could lead to them having a desk without a sensor under it. Luzzi points out that their desk currently doesn’t have a sensor (remember, the students ripped them out). The student says, “I assume you’ll put one back.”
[Image ID: A ‘public art piece’ in the ISEC lobby — a table covered in sensors spelling out ‘NO!,’ surrounded by Sharpie annotations decrying the program.]
They run out of time and the meeting breaks up. Following this, the students arrange the sensors into a “public art piece” in the lobby — a table covered in sensors spelling out “NO!,” surrounded by Sharpie annotations decrying the program.
Meanwhile, students are still furious. It’s not just that the sensors are invasive, nor that they are scientifically incoherent, nor that they cost more than a year’s salary — they also emit lots of RF noise that interferes with the students’ own research. The discussion spills onto Reddit:
https://www.reddit.com/r/NEU/comments/xx7d7p/northeastern_graduate_students_privacy_is_being/
Yesterday, Luzzi capitulated, circulating a memo saying they would pull “all the desk occupancy sensors from the building,” due to “concerns voiced by a population of graduate students.”
https://twitter.com/maxvonhippel/status/1578101964960776192
The shitty technology adoption curve is relentless, but you can’t skip a step! Jumping straight to grad students (in a privacy lab) without first normalizing them by sticking them on the desks of poor kids in underfunded schools (perhaps after first laying off a computer science teacher to free up the budget!) was a huge tactical error.
A more tactically sound version of this is currently unfolding at CMU Computer Science, where grad students have found their offices bugged with sensors that detect movement and collect sound:
https://twitter.com/davidthewid/status/1387909329710366721
The CMU administration has wisely blamed the presence of these devices on the need to discipline low-waged cleaning staff by checking whether they’re really vacuuming the offices.
https://twitter.com/davidthewid/status/1387426812972646403
While it’s easier to put cleaners under digital surveillance than computer scientists, trying to do both at once is definitely a boss-level challenge. You might run into a scholar like David Gray Widder, who, observing that “this seems like algorithmic management of lowly paid employees to me,” unplugged the sensor in his office.
https://twitter.com/davidthewid/status/1387909329710366721
This is the kind of full-stack Luddism this present moment needs. These researchers aren’t opposed to sensors — they’re challenging the social relations of sensors, who gets sensed and who does the sensing.
https://locusmag.com/2022/01/cory-doctorow-science-fiction-is-a-luddite-literature/
[Image ID: A flier inviting ISEC grad students to attend an unadvertised ‘listening session’ with vice-provost David Luzzi. It is surmounted with a sensor that has been removed from beneath a desk and annotated in Sharpie to read: ‘If found by David Luzzi suck it.’]
They should have taken a hammer to every last sensor and returned them as tiny pieces.
Things I have learned in today’s research binge:
All those old school Looney Tunes gags about randomly falling safes and pianos and such are actually based on something.
Back when freight elevators weren’t a thing and hallways and staircases didn’t have legally mandated minimum widths (and therefore tended to be as narrow as the builders could get away with making them), the only way to deliver bulky furniture to the upper levels of tall buildings was to knock a hole in an exterior wall and raise the item up to it with a crane.
Predictably, this led to the stupid things getting dropped from a height with fair frequency.
In spite of this, there are no records of any case in which a random bystander has been crushed by a falling safe or piano.
There is, however, at least one recorded case of a random bystander dying after walking straight into a hole left in the sidewalk by a safe that had fallen earlier that day.
I’m not sure why, but awful as it is, that last point may be one of the funniest things I’ve ever heard.
@sunfireintheory replied:
anvils too? are there upper-floor blacksmiths out in the world?
No, that one’s believed to have been inspired by the real practice of anvil firing, though I’m not aware of any anvil firing fatalities in which the anvil actually landed on a bystander – those tend to be more in the way of the person doing the firing accidentally blowing themselves up!
Fuck this shit I’m out
Reblog if you’d be okay if your friend came out as transgender
let’s see how many transphobics we can weed out
Also reblog to let people know you’re fine with who they are.
Realms
small descriptions of all the notable realms in my AU!!
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Anchordeep - Realm of Kallamar
Incredibly polluted, there’s a constant rotting miasma lacing the air. The few shorelines and islands are covered in sand lice, and foamy algal blooms from where the water meets the land. The air here is salty enough to irritate the skin.
The ocean itself feels almost viscous at the surface, similar to mucous. It’s absolutely festering with diseases and parasites of all kinds. Trash floats all throughout the realm, some of which is used by Anchordeeps inhabitants for weapons and other tools.
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Anura - Realm of Heket
A humid, damp swamp with fog much too thick to see clearly through. Birch, willow, and mangrove trees thrive here; all well as mushrooms of all sorts.
The few bits of land are so soggy, they almost feel as if they’d give under too much weight. The entire place is pocked with puddles and other sources of still water, which are absolutely infested with biting gnats and mosquitos.
Many things look edible here, but absolutely none are, and attempting to consume anything from this realm would likely kill you.
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Aves - Realm of the late Cardinal, Verrier
An elevated alpine plateau. Dry and arid, with various species of mountain cacti scattering the ground. Dust & Snowstorms are incredibly common, though it’s basically impossible to tell which will be next.
Low in resources and life ever since Verrier disappeared with the Old Gods. Only beasts roam the mountains, now.
Used to be rich in culture and free of the Old Faith, up until Verriers crowning. Then it became just as dependent on it as any other realm. Those that refused to follow Verrier fled in search of other unaligned lands.
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Darkwood - Realm of Leshy
The land in which Darkwood now resides once belonged to an Old God. Though, its been taken over by Leshy and their unpredictable magic.
Nowadays the forest is wild enough that Leshy, nor their loyal Acolytes can control it and its rampant spread. Vegetation is so thick that trees often have to intertwine in order to grow; and poison oak blankets the ground.
It’s practically impossible to navigate if you aren’t familiar with its constantly shifting pathways; even those under Leshys blessing for decades have been lost trying to find their way through.
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Silk Cradle - Realm of Shamura
Twisting caverns that are constantly caving in and being rebuilt make up the majority of Silk Cradle. It’s uncomfortably cold, damp, and stagnant, with webs and nests stuffed away in every corner.
While the environment isn’t hostile by default, the creatures that call this place home absolutely are.
Near the center, it’s constantly bustling with rowdy duels and debates of insects of all kinds. A spiraling tower making up Shamuras temple is found in the center, carefully crafted compared to everything else in the area, and full of vast libraries containing all the knowledge of the Old Faith. And though the realm is barely lit by anything but a few candles stuck on the granite-laced walls, that doesn’t seem to be an issue for its inhabitants.
Raz: And that is how you blast your enemies like a real Psychonaut!
Silver: Awesome! I didn’t think psychic powers could get any cooler. Hey Gold, why don’t you give it a try?
Gold: Oh, I don’t think I’d be able to do it. Raz said you have to draw on your aggressive thoughts for this, and that isn’t really my strong suit.
Raz: I’m sure you’ve got something bottled up in there. Hey, focus on that council thing you talked about. That sounded pretty messed up!
Gold: Would that be enough, though? It was certainly traumatic to no end, but I don’t really think that- (fires off a blast like she had the MGS4 railgun equipped)
Raz: Ha! That’s got to be world record or something! Hollis might be a little miffed you took out the wall, though…
Silver: I knew you had it in you, Gold! …Gold?
Raz: Hey, does anybody else here that?
Gold: (Stares at her hands in awe as Bury The Light spontaneously transmits across dimensions)
To put an extra layer to this, imagine Gold with this look on her face whilst Victor Borba rocks right the hell out within your headspace.