#TheArchitects

[transentiencestudios]

The remnant

This physical precursor, who had been asleep for billions of years, is now awake aboard the Artox Trahelis, unsettling everyone with its strange presence and raising more questions than it answers. Even if it remains mute most of the time, it has many stories to tell if one allows access to the mind, even if it does not always fully comprehend where they are coming from.

Not every one of the crew is fond of the Architect's abilities to hear thoughts and appears to actively modify its shape to a more grounded look, which is why the commander chose to be the one communicating with the outcast firsthand, inspiring it, and teaching it what it means to be a mortal—even if the Architect’s feedback periodically breaks her mind. However, her obsession with this being has grown exponentially since its discovery—more or less willingly. She never imagined she'd experience a real celestial entity in her life, and she is already hundreds of years old.

[harmonyhealinghub]

The Disappearing Stars Shaina Tranquilino September 28, 2024

Dr. Lila Ramesh sat in her observatory, nestled in the cool embrace of the Chilean mountains, staring at the familiar glow of distant stars. It was her nightly routine—mapping the constellations, measuring their light, watching the cosmos as humanity had for millennia. But tonight, something was wrong.

Lila adjusted her telescope, peering intently at the Sagittarius constellation. Her hands hovered over the controls, trembling. There was a void where stars should be. She squinted, double-checked her coordinates, and recalibrated the telescope. Nothing. A small patch of sky that had once been a vibrant, glittering tapestry was now an inky blackness, devoid of even the faintest speck of light.

"Strange," she muttered, leaning back.

Over the years, Lila had encountered her share of unusual phenomena—distant supernovae, quasars flickering out, black holes with unpredictable patterns. But this... this was different. A section of stars simply vanished, not faded or dimmed, but gone completely.

Determined to find an explanation, she switched to another telescope, one sensitive to radio waves. Perhaps these stars had entered a phase of emitting energy outside of the visible spectrum. But the radio readings were flat, as though the area of space was a void. It wasn’t just an optical illusion; those stars were truly gone.

For the next week, Lila worked tirelessly, hardly sleeping, analyzing the data, scouring satellite images and contacting other astronomers across the globe. Some dismissed her concerns as equipment failure, others suggested the stars might be blocked by an unknown cosmic dust cloud. But Lila wasn’t satisfied. She knew the sky better than most people knew their own backyards. Something far stranger was happening.

Then, on the eighth night, it happened again. A different patch of stars—this time in the constellation Cygnus—blinked out.

Panic gripped her. She reached out to colleagues at the International Space Agency. They were dismissive, caught up in their own research and obligations, unwilling to entertain the notion of disappearing stars. But Lila couldn’t shake the feeling that something far bigger was unfolding, something cosmic, something terrifying.

The data started to reveal a pattern. It wasn’t random stars going dark, but entire regions of space disappearing in coordinated patches, as if someone—or something—was systematically erasing the night sky.

Two nights later, while Lila monitored her equipment, her computer pinged—a signal, faint but steady, was coming from one of the regions that had gone dark. She ran the signal through a decryption algorithm and found a sequence, a mathematical code. It was too structured to be a natural phenomenon, too deliberate to be anything less than intelligent. She decoded the message.

“They are coming. Prepare.”

Her heart raced. What did that mean? Who were "they," and what were they preparing for? More questions flooded her mind than answers. She had to dig deeper.

Over the next few days, Lila detected more signals from the voids, but they were fragmentary, broken whispers of data. Yet, each message pointed to the same conclusion: something was approaching Earth. The stars weren't just disappearing—they were being consumed.

One evening, as she compared the signals with data from telescopes across the world, the puzzle came together. The dark patches were expanding toward the solar system, accelerating at an incomprehensible speed. It was as if space itself was collapsing, being devoured by some unseen force. The stars weren’t merely vanishing—they were being absorbed into something massive, something hungry.

Lila’s discovery reached the upper echelons of government agencies and scientific institutions, and soon, the world was abuzz with theories. Some believed it to be a natural cosmic event, a supermassive black hole on the move. Others whispered of extraterrestrial civilizations, far more advanced than humanity, consuming stars for their own energy. But Lila knew it was more than that.

Late one night, a signal came through clearer than ever before. This time, it was not numbers or a cryptic warning—it was a voice. It was calm, steady, and hauntingly human.

“We are the Architects. The stars are fuel, and we require your sun next.”

Lila felt a chill crawl down her spine. The voice continued, explaining in cold, measured tones how their civilization existed beyond the observable universe, traveling through galaxies and harvesting the energy of stars to sustain their empire. They had perfected the technology to harness stellar power, absorbing the light and life of entire solar systems. The voids in the sky were the remnants of their work.

The message ended with a stark ultimatum: the sun would be next. Earth had mere weeks before the light that sustained all life was extinguished.

Lila’s mind raced. She had to warn the world, but what could humanity possibly do against such an advanced force? Governments scrambled, scientists rushed to find a solution, but the Architects had already made their move. Telescopes now revealed the void approaching the outer edges of the solar system. It consumed everything in its path, expanding, inevitable.

As the days passed, hope began to fade. People abandoned cities, seeking solace in their final days. Lila stayed in her observatory, staring up at the darkening sky. Then, one evening, the final message arrived.

“There is a way.”

It was brief, no explanation, no details—just those four words. Lila’s mind raced, trying to decipher the meaning. What way? What could they possibly do to stop something so immense?

She combed through the signals, searching for a clue. In her desperation, she noticed something. The pattern of the star consumption wasn’t random. It followed the Fibonacci sequence, a natural mathematical order found in everything from seashells to galaxies. Perhaps there was something they had missed—a way to manipulate the Architects' own design.

With help from a small team of scientists, Lila developed a hypothesis: if the Architects followed natural laws, then perhaps they could disrupt the consumption by manipulating the gravitational field of the solar system, creating a distortion that would force the Architects to bypass Earth.

They raced to deploy the plan, using the combined power of satellites, space stations, and even nuclear detonations to shift the balance of gravitational forces. As the void approached, Lila watched, breath held, as the gravitational field warped space around the solar system.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, like a ripple in a pond, the void paused—hesitated.

And then, impossibly, it shifted course. The void moved away from Earth, leaving the sun untouched. The Architects had been diverted.

The stars had been spared—for now.

But as Lila stared at the sky, she knew the Architects would return someday. This was only a delay, a reprieve. The stars might reappear, but the warning remained etched in her mind: they are always watching.

Humanity was not alone in the universe, and it had just narrowly escaped being consumed by its unseen rulers.

[ask-guidinglight]

Are you…me? I’m not sure if that’s possible but in any case it’s nice to meet another light! I hope your world is safer than mine.

~ Guiding Light

"Greetings! The multiverse and the way it works is quite fascinating. I've already met a few versions of myself."

'"I doubt your world is much different from mine, but I still hope you enjoy your stay here."

[ianfulgar]

Backstage moments! Prepping for an interview with a quick cover photoshoot. Who knew being in front of the camera would feel so different from designing townships? Let’s just say I might need a crash course in looking cool while trying to act natural! But it’s all part of the journey, and I’m excited to share this side of the process with you. Here’s to learning something new every day!

[over-sleep]

超撥水性ソファー　　(≧▽≦) ｵﾎｰ! This chair with hydrophobic material

（Reddit： r/oddlysatisfying　u/-TheArchitect）

[limbobilbo]

Hello people. I have come to make an announcement

As an occasional writer I have finally decided to take the plunge and technically publish something. So without further ado I am announcing the release of the prologue of my new serialised writing shonen battle manga style thing

Death & Taxes

(With the ampersand)

Death & Taxes follows a group of reapers working in the Department of Death, an office working in a bureaucracy fuelled celestial world.

Death & Taxes will be publish chapter by chapter on ao3 (as I couldn’t find a better place and I had an account already.) and will almost certainly always be freely accessible in its original form.

Death & Taxes features:

An original world and power system

A story and characters inspired by the tropes and style of shonen battle manga

(Hopefully) semi regular updates of chapters

References to music, philosophy, history, theology and other stuff fuelled by reference desiring jjba fuelled brain

Queer rep (not in the prologue but in the larger story)

Death & Taxes chapter 0 can be read on ao3 now

(Also shout out to my friend TheArchitects as she proofread this and also listens to me ramble about my ideas)

[tokalaspiritfox]

Scenic com for TheArchitect [Discord] Really proud of this one. It took a while, but I'm very satisfied with the outcome :3

Ember © TheArchitect [Discord]

[bublinko]

Paloma Faith cut out drawing size: cca 15 x 21 cm #palomafaith #infinitethings #thearchitect #aperfectcontradiction #doyouwantthetruthorsomethingbeautiful

[maximuswolf]

Are we close to have potent bots in fps games (thx to NPU's)?

Are we close to have potent bots in fps games (thx to NPU's)? Anyone in the gaming industry knows if with the recent NPU's that came out we will have competent bots [that acts mostly like humans, without necessarily have wall hack / aimbots (think Delta Force's bots lol)] in the near future ? I'm asking because I think I'm slowly phasing out of multiplayer games, because of their casino based matchmaking (sbmm eomm combos) and the unreal amount of cheaters we have nowadays, but I still lile to play fps games a lot, but playing with bots doesn't cut it yet (even the hardest bots in Battlefield and Call of Duty are pretty much cannon fodders lol, and Delta Force had the most disgusting bots I've seen with literal wall hacks and aimbots per say). Would be a good use for those NPUs that will most likely be in every new PC very soon... Submitted November 17, 2024 at 03:24PM by QC-TheArchitect https://ift.tt/as0KPCI via /r/gaming

[itsmikeymedrano]

#GiddyUp 🤠 Because This #SpaceCowboy 🤠 Is Ready To Get Off His #HighHorse 🐎 & See @SpaceyKacey 👸 On Her #DeeperWellWorldTour 👨‍🌾🌾🪐💚 May I Catch A #Rainbow 🌈 At #GoldenHour 🌞 Because I’m #HappyAndSad 🥲 This Day Has Finally Arrived 🕺 #KaceyMusgraves 👸 #Icon #Legend #Queen 👸 #Country #Cowboy 🤠 #Western #DeeperWell 💚 #Cardinal #Butterflies 🦋 #TooGoodToBeTrue #FollowYourArrow ➡️ #TheArchitect 👨‍💼 #JadeGreen 💚 #SlowBurn 🕯️ #AnimeEyes 👀 #Justified 💔 #Sacramento #California #WestCoast #Autumn 🍂 #Fall 🍁 #September 🤎

[thebadarchitect11]

No me entiendo, en días como hoy no me entiendo. Como mi estado de ánimo cambia en segundos, depronto me encuentro riendo y en un segundo mi mente ya hizo 20 razones por las cuales no valgo la pena, 15 por las que no tendré un lugar en tu vida, 10 por las que no logro avanzar y 5 por las que no debería seguir.

No me entiendo y es abrumante ver el cielo y depronto sentir dos gotas que corren por mis mejillas, que de un instante a otro pierda la habilidad para respirar.

No me entiendo, quiero hacerlo pero no me entiendo.

-Thearchitect

[transentiencestudios]

The Matrix Maker

A gatekeeper and messenger entity awaiting passing source codes in front of the Great Complexes gateway.

[bestsmmpoint61]

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[akiosjournal]

Just Getting Started

Finally, this world is set free from our manipulators. World governments have been brought closer and all operations from the Maquis were a success. I guess this is me letting it be known that I’m the orchestrator of the plans to kill the few dozen known aliens that thought they could include themselves in world governments. I decided to start a public journal to extend my reach and connect with a new population so let me know your thoughts. My twin brother is excited to lead us as we bolster our defenses in case of future attacks.

Thank you for everything,

#TheArchitect #AkioAddo #MichiakiAddo #JUSTGETTINGSTARTED

[inkdependentgirona]

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[painforcain]

|| @thevoidcallstous replied:

Emerson literally wrote on Twitter:

Slowly losing our minds in France filming a short film 🇫🇷 ‘The Architect’ is loosely based around the first murder in human history, brothers Cain and Abel. #TheArchitect

I'm not following any social media actively. I've created Cain in July 2020, while they were doing the filming in the same year in February. I've had no idea until late 2020 that they did this. 😆 I don't think the short film ever got released? 🤔 Which is a shame. Anyway, they did it and I didn't know and it's still funny to me. 😆

|| It's still funny to me that I came up with Cain, decided Remington will be his face claim, then a few months after I've created this character, I learn that Palaye Royale actually made a little film about Cain and Abel.

Guess who played Cain. Yupp. I'm still not over that. 🙃