#but luckily those are mostly artificial and do not sting me :)

[honeyboyfelix]

me to my parents: yeah i think im allergic to pineapple cause when i eat it it feels like my mouth is filled with bees

both of my parents: what isnt that normal???

[thenugking]

Grand Academy For Future Villains, Chapter 1: Introduction. A commentary for Three.

Because no one can stop me.

Here’s the important decisions, and other things it feels relevant to comment on, from Three’s playthrough. Contains spoilers for GAFFV, obviously, and there’s a few references to the sequel, although nothing I’d really call a spoiler. All game text is copied from the text files, found here.

General CW for the whole thing: parental abuse, internalised dehumanisation as a trauma response. Three’s not doing well.

Specific CW for this chapter: misgendering, transphobia

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

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Rathna hisses with satisfaction, takes you by the wrist, and pulls you after her through the archway into the blackness.

It feels a bit like doing a belly flop into a pool of cold mercury. (And you would know; the exercise facilities back home were very well-appointed.) When the ringing clears from your ears and the fuzziness from your eyes, you're standing in a subterranean chamber. The walls are dripping. The lights are flickering. The screams are echoing.

An icy voice echoes in your head, making your ears sting. "Prepare yourself…to be screened."

"Oh, I am prepared," you assure Rathna the Soul-Flenser. "I trust the Academy! And if they say I need additional screening, I'm sure that's something that really is necessary for everybody's safety!"

How would you classify the expression in her dull metallic eyes? Quizzical? Startled? Pitying?

"Your faith," hisses the cold voice after a moment, "is… touching to me."

"Speaking of touching," you say cheerfully, "we'd better get to the screening part, right? The sooner I get screened, the sooner I can be reconstituted by, who is it, the fourth-year Resurrections class?"

There is a long pause. "No..." Rathna says. "You have passed the screening already. You are a true student of the Academy."

Nonplussed, you head up the stairs in the direction she indicates. As you glance back, you could swear she's wiping away one dishwater-gray tear.

Three’s entire introduction is them being a Good Student - it doesn’t even occur to them not to wait in line, or to try hiding their many, many weapons, or to try and get out of additional screening. They pick Rathna because they’re pretty sure Phil will mess it up and not screen them properly, which means they’re messing up too. 

Phil, in Three’s opinion, clearly has zero discipline or competence, and they dislike him instantly. With his utter lack of commitment to the screening process, he’s off to a great start as Perfect Student Three’s unintentional narrative foil.

Rathna, on the other hand, they develop a mutual respect for in this scene. They don’t interact again in-game, and aren’t going to go out of their way to hang out with each other, but I like to think they get along well whenever they do see each other, and are at least friendly acquaintances. (I was very offended when the second game told me Rathna was my enemy, but I like Miriel Bloodshrike, because neither of these things are remotely true for Three.)

VERY WELL, THREE. BUT I KNEW YOUR MOTHER ONCE. AND SHE GAVE YOU ANOTHER NAME. YOU WILL BE THREE AT THIS SCHOOL, BUT TO MAEDRYN THE QUANTUM-WITCH, ONE OF OUR PROUDEST ALUMNAE, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE...

It's true. Your mother named you

#3.

Hardly a name at all.

I mean, Three’s life revolves around keeping their mother happy. They’re not going to throw away the name she gave them. They only changed it from the number to the word because of the massive bureaucratic hassle that trying to input your whole name as 3 was. And what would they change it to anyway? It’s not as if they have an identity outside of Maedryn, is it?

(This does, of course, result in a lot of funny experiences in-game, where people try and psych me out by knowing my birth name and Three’s just, “Yes, that is my name, are you feeling all right?” It’s not impossible that these still take place, even with Three using their mother’s name; in the very next scene, Xi reveals they can hear how people spell things. I’m sure there are some people in the Academy who would deliberately say 3, rather than Three, and hope that Three hears the insult. They don’t.)

As for gender… I think Three at this point still mostly identifies as female. They come out as agender part way through their first year, feeling more confident after meeting a lot of non-binary people at the Academy. They don’t tell their mum. While I’m glad that the game doesn’t have Maedryn misgender you, the fact that she consistently deadnames you and gets angry at you changing “her” body if you become a monster makes me feel it would be very in character for her to do. I’m sure she hears Three is using they/them pronouns now at some point, but has better things to do than remembering to use them.

If asked about their pronouns, Three will tell you that you are welcome to call them whatever you wish, and their closest associates usually use they/them. Expressing their own preference would be far too close to acting like a person with their own desires and feelings, though. Luckily they can easily justify being agender as, “What does a weapon need a gender for?”

“Let's get to know you, Three. What do you hate most?"

 #Incompetence and idiocy.

And right now, Phil’s incompetence and idiocy in particular. Three is already up to 75% competence at this point, by the way.

Well, that's your mother. How do you feel about her?

#I'm proud to be her child. But I plan on choosing my own path- while keeping her as happy as I can.

The actual answer here is a lot more complicated. Three certainly doesn’t plan on choosing their own path, they exist only as a tool of their mother’s and are well aware that being anything more would not make her happy. They think Maedryn’s achievements are incredible and that she’s the cleverest person they know. They think they might be proud of her, if not of themself. They love her.

They’re also far more aware than they let on that she’s abusing them, and that they’re never going to get the love and approval that a part of them buried deep down still wants. While they absolutely keep it to themself, they dislike the way Maedryn’s destroyed worlds that could have had so much to offer, and believe she should treat her goons and servants (themself excluded) better.

And they have no intention of ever letting her know they've ever thought anything negative about her, because they value their life too much.

"Excuse me. I'm Three, and I-how did you do that? What were those wires, and all that stuff you were saying about humanity?"

"Nice, isn't it?" says Xi with pardonable pride. "Like I told you, I'm the ultimate fusion of human and computer. Instead of veins-" their voice is suddenly coming out of the speakers again "-wires course the length of my body, running directly from my mind to the Network."

"Oh! Computers!" the other student breaks in. "Whyever would you want to be all tangled up with those...things?"

Xi narrows their metallic eyes contemptuously at him. "I'm a cyberpunk villain. It's what we do. Wait- who are you again?"

The student draws himself up proudly. "Aurion Umbrator Malisar, Scourge of the Universe, Bane of Virtue, Shadow that Swallows the Light, and I-"

Xi sniffs. A shower of sparks falls from one of the wires. "This is the first time you've ventured outside your genre, isn't it? Let me guess, spawned in Fantasy, and now you're here expecting everything to be the same magic and mush you grew up with?"

"Well, that would explain things," Xi continues. "Trust me, pitiful lump of flesh, computers are the way to go. Why, the true power in this school, DarkBoard--no matter what any other genre says--is an artificial intelligence, one who has truly ascended beyond the tether of matter and mind-"

"That's the problem!" Aurion protests, waving his schedule again. "It will not heed my bidding!"

"Well, of course not, if you're talking to Them like that." You can hear the reverence in Xi's voice when they speak of DarkBoard. Odd, since as far as you can tell, the Grand Academy's administrative AI is basically a glorified secretary.

And Three gets to meet their best friends! They’ve been given permission to ask questions about something very cool! Even if they would never be caught using the phrase, “All that stuff,” and would much prefer a, “Would you elaborate further on your state of being, please?”

This also forms the very early seeds of their friendship with DarkBoard. They believe everyone deserves respect, and they know how easy it is to underestimate someone as being a tool. The majority of their previous knowledge on DarkBoard came from Maedryn, who they also know underestimates people she considers below her notice, so they’re very willing to take Xi’s opinion on DarkBoard over Maedryn’s. And if Xi calls DarkBoard a They, rather than an It, They is what Three will use too, because secretary or not, it’s only polite.

Xi sighs. "You've got to organize yourself, pitiful lump of- Aurion. Make some choices. Look. What do you want to do?"

"Have legions of darkness, take over the universe, slay the proud and noble, bring about a black reign of terror on the land, cast evil spells from my fortress, shoot out wires from my hand like that, seduce the pure and innocent, callously waste human life, destroy the world with a word, blow things up, have great men fall before the slightest motion of my hand, manipulate people's minds, be able to call up balls of fire, beat up the heroes, have Ultimate Weapons of Destruction, and wear a nifty cape!" rattles off the aspiring Scourge of the Universe breathlessly. "And more things, too, if they teach them."

Xi looks as if the student's enthusiasm has overloaded their circuits. You step in.

#Tell Xi I'll help Aurion with his schedule. That should earn me some points with the RA.

I mean, if Three had circuits, they’d be overloaded by Aurion’s enthusiasm too, but if there are two things they like, it’s sorting out schedules and making people in positions of authority happy! This encounter doesn’t make Three and Aurion friends, that comes later, but they gain a small amount of respect for each other, at least.

Sidenote - I’m not sure how close Aurion and Xi are supposed to be, they don’t interact much after this in-game, but I love their interactions here, and I really enjoy Three, Aurion and Xi as a group of friends.

#Better get Xi to advise me on this. Isn't assistance in their job description?

You stick your head out into the hall. "Xi? Can you help me with something?"

After a moment, Xi appears, expressionless.

"I need to get my books," you explain, "so I need to access my money. Can you tell me how to make DarkBoard do that?"

One of Xi's wires cracks like a whip. You hope that means yes.

Three might value self-sufficiency, but they also value making use of the resources available to you, and when someone’s job is to provide you with help, it would be arrogant and foolish to rely solely on your own conjecture.

They are also an eighteen year old who’s never spent much time with people their own age suddenly discovering that they find cyborgs in control of wires they grow out of their fingers really hot.

#Get a quick fund refreshment from Mom.

It won't make your mother happy to have you draft her account like this--she prefers more face-to-face groveling, as you've had plenty of chances to observe--but you know that you can make a quick transfer from the Student Security Deposit. A few words to DarkBoard, and the money is yours, with a little extra cushion to cover you in case of emergencies.

I mean, Three’s definitely going to call Maedryn up for a proper groveling session later tonight, and hope that helps a little. But she’s also expecting them to get perfect grades, and they’re worried about their chances of doing that without all the equipment available. Anyway, that’s their first day at the Academy finished!

[simon-newman]

Ants

So...

In my previous post about my new Praying Mantis Athena I mentioned that I’d love to try keeping a few other Arthropods.

Ants in particular.

I am going to try and do so this year.

There are total of six species in my country that I’d love to keep at some point and I’m going to outline my plans for them in here.

So, here they are:

1. Manica Rubida

Common name - Wścieklica Dorodna (Literally - Greater Fury Ant)

This is my favorite native ant and one I grew up familiar with as I had a nest of those in my backyard.

As a kid I used to feed them regularly as they were the biggest, baddest ants I knew.

Indeed - the workers can be up to 9mm long. Those ants are BIG.

They’re also hated by most people because they will defend their nest and do have a potent sting some compare to the wasp’s.

Personally - I’ve been stung by those ants before and while painful it’s far from being as painful as the wasp’s sting.

Anyway - the species is not recommended for beginners due to the sting and the fact that the queen requires some special care (she requires feeding during the founding stages).

Still. I am familiar with them and willing to try keeping them. They are my choice species and seeing as they have their nuptial flight in May I’ll try to get a hold of the queen or two.

I’ve also managed to confirm that those are still present in my area. So far I’ve discovered two sites with nests of this species.

Another interesting note - while those ants don’t have a proper soldier caste there ARE some noticeable differences between workers.

Some of them do have a sturdier build and larger mandibles. I’ll try to provide some pictures when I get the chance to compare a regular and large worker.

This coupled with the fact that there’s surprisingly little information available about this species makes me want to do some research myself.

Document their behavior, preserve different specimen to compare the large and small workers and finally...

When the colony grows to 200-300 workers I’ll try attaching them to a classic ant-farm unit and observe the architecture of their nest construction.

FYI - this is the only Manica species in Europe. There are four species in the US and one in Japan. I am curious if all of them have similar nest architecture.

However - comparing those would require me to cooperate with someone in those countries...

2. Camponotus Ligniperda

Common Name - Gmachówka Drzewotoczna (Literally - Mansion Treecarrier? Ant)

A carpenter ant.

The largest in my country.

The largest ant in general present in my country.

You’d think Manica Rubida above was big with their 9mm worker.

Camponotus workers are just as big in general.

That is... Regular ones.

This species produces actual soldier ants that can be up to 16mm long!

Those are huge. And the queen could be even bigger than that!

Those ants are just enormous and I’d love to keep them.

They’re also good for beginners and have their nuptial flight in late May and June - I’ll try to get one of those if I fail to get Manica Queen first.

The downside is that those ants take a long time to build their numbers.

They take their time to grow and the famous soldiers don’t appear earlier than on year 3 of the colony.

Still - I am a patient man. I can wait.

I also have an interesting setup in mind already.

You see - those ants like to travel far from their nest while foraging.

I’d just love to set up a tubing pass from one room to another so that I could feed the ants in another room (or the kitchen) and watch them bring the food back to the nest all the way from there.

3. Formica Cinerea

Common Name - Pierwomrówka Żwirowa (Literally - Gravel Feral Ant)

A common species and one I think is very, very common in the area I live in.

I am currently waiting for some equipment to arrive so I can proceed to properly identify the species but there’s AT LEAST 7 colonies of ants that look like this species in the area.

Unlike the above species this one has several similar species living in the same areas.

I still think it’s this one in particular as the ants I’ve observed are a bit grey and not black.

Why would I want an ant this common then?

Well. Because they’re crazy.

Those ants have two modes - stationary and TURBO.

Much like their sister species they’re just constantly running around as if it was an emergency.

So they’re very, very active ants and they don’t even sting!

They prefer to run away when disturbed.

They’re also of comparable size to Manica species - easier to prevent escapes.

This species is not a priority for me but I am 90% sure they are in the area and I WILL NEED THOSE if I ever am to keep the next species which is...

4. Formica Sanguinea

English Common Name - Blood-Red Ant

Polish Common Name - Zbójnica Krwista (Literally - Bloody Bandit Ant)

This is an interesting species of a slave-maker ant that requires some other Formica workers to start it’s own colony.

In nature a young queen would attempt to take over a young nest of another Formica species (Like Formica Cinerea above) and do so by killing their queen.

In captivity you just need to extract some pupae from the other ant colony and provide the queen with soon-to-be workers.

This already means the species is not suitable for beginners but this isn’t all.

The colony can easily reach several thousand in numbers. Possibly over 10,000 ants if they’re kept well.

They are aggressive and can spray Formic Acid so a good ventilation is required so they don’t poison themselves.

Luckily this is not such a problem as with Formica Rufa and the colony remains manageable even at the peak of it’s development (F.Rufa can reach few hundred thousand workers and requires A LOT of space so they can’t really be kept in captivity outside of a specialized insectarium or a zoo - not even mentioning they’re a protected species).

Still - I find the ant interesting and absolutely beautiful with their coloration.

They come in varying shapes and shades within the colony itself and can be given other formica pupae to include in their numbers (forming a kind of a mixed colony if one so desires).

I have no “dream setup” in mind for them as of yet and they are not the species I will try to find in the near future. On top of this I have no idea where to find them in my area (they should be present here but I never saw them or maybe mistook them for other forest ants).

5. Lasius Flavus

English Common Name - Yellow Meadow Ant

Polish Common Name - Podziemnica Zwyczajna (Literally - Common Underground Ant)

This is one of the smaller species in my country with the workers reaching the size of 2-4mm only.

The queen is much bigger than her daughters however.

This is both a species easy to handle and not considered “that interesting” due to staying mostly underground all the time.

In nature they don’t forage much and feed on insects and honeydew from root aphids - something which might be difficult to supplement.

I also don’t intend to keep them anytime soon due to the small size - I am quite afraid they’ll find a way out of the setup I make myself for them.

Pros: They don’t need much space as the short foraging range limits the distance you could setup the outworld.

They’re also beautiful with their yellow or even amber colors.

It’s also repeated everywhere that those ants are extremely common despite not being seen often.

Personally i have to admit to destroying a huge nest of those last year when I was rearranging the stones in my garden (I’ve uncovered an absurdly huge colony which moved out within few hours) - I know however those are definitely around.

Maybe one day a small compact setup for those, eh?

And by small I mean... Yes - their numbers can reach tens of thousands...

6. Dolichoderus Quadripunctatus

Common Name - Nadrzewnica czteroplamka (Literally - Four-dot Tree Ant)

This would be the apex of ant-keeping ability for me because this ant is often described as very difficult to keep and known to just die when slightly mishandled.

It’s a tree-dwelling species with characteristic dots on the gaster, it also has a beautiful shine.

TBH some people claim the ant is pretty much impossible to keep in captivity... Easily proven wrong as quick google search reveals people abroad manage to keep them long enough for the colony to grow into a thousand workers.

I blame my countrymen’s inability/unwillingness to do proper research using the Internet that’s not in our language (and I find Polish Internet to be lacking and misleading in a lot of cases).

Still - the species is definitely demanding and not suited for beginners.

They are very sensitive to temperature and humidity, live on trees and tend to simply dump their garbage down + they’re expert climbers that effortlessly pass fluon barriers which makes them the escape artists on top of all the other problems they cause.

Also - did I mention that their Queen requires the same treatment as Manica Rubida above (as in feeding during initial stages)? Because she totally does!

There’s also the detail about the queens being rarely found on the ground and looking almost identical to the workers... Yeah. So many difficulties with just one ant species.

My dream setup is thus a very farfetched project of a vertical formicarium that imitates the tree trunk the ants live in naturally.

The nest could be connected behind the artificial wall shaped in the likeness of a tree - with some small shelves to deposit food on.

I’d also make sure to include a temperature and humidity regulation to make sure they don’t die on me...

Now - I’d love to have the means to build something like this one day... One day...

Picture sources:

http://www.antwiki.org

https://en.wikipedia.org

https://pl.wikipedia.org

https://insektarium.net

https://ru.wikipedia.org/

[ecotone99]

[SF] Time Like Waves (first pages of a novel/short story idea I have)

“Time like waves, and the unmistakable feeling of being lost”

A city that never slept was now deserted for the first time in weeks, cars went by, trucks and taxis, but not a soul could be seen on its boulevards. A monstrous storm attacked its streets and made everyone look for shelter wherever they could, everyone except for Saryn. She found joy in the stinging wind against her skin, and the freshness of the water that poured down from the sky. The rain was so dense she could barely see what was in front of her. It was the bright lights of street signs that guided her through the darkened city, which looked as if covered in a thick haze. Thunders roared as she arrived at her apartment building, a quick flash of light illuminated the entrance door and she saw an elderly homeless woman, sheltering herself from the heavy rain. Saryn could only move her aside as she opened the door, since she had no money nor food to spare.

Once inside, the rain could no longer wash away the blood that ran from her nose onto her mouth. Those idiots! she thought, cleaning the blood from her lips*.* Two hours earlier, she had gone to visit one of her suppliers, Caeleb. A hotheaded mess and a sexist asshole, her now-ex-boyfriend used to sell her mechanical equipment, and a few experimental drugs that she used to keep herself awake for more than 48 hours. A quick visit to replenish herself with materials had quickly turned into a heated discussion, since, according to him, Saryn owed them money—which she didn’t. He had had his fun bruising her face after getting upset, and when his arm got tired, he made his hired thugs finish her. And they have taken their time as well.

The only pleasure she could get out of the situation was that she no longer had to deal with that Caeleb and his ass-licking gorillas.

Dripping wet she turned the pale white lights on, walked toward the fridge and grabbed a beer. While drinking, she walked toward the bathroom, and took off her wet clothes, leaving only her underpants on. She washed her face and made sure the blood stopped running. Saryn looked at herself in the mirror, the image of a bruised and tired body imitating every subtle movement she did—her decaying health was so noticeable, that even her brown skin looked pale, accentuating the dark circles under her eyes. Without taking care of her other wounds, she walked toward the living room, or what at least where the living room should be placed. Instead, she had flat cushions and a large coffee table that she used for work. The young woman had all kinds of tools for fixing all kinds of domestic machines. Though, at the moment her priority was something a little less trivial.

After stumbling upon an ancient book called “The Secret Book of Dzyan ,” she found herself obsessed with the occult and mystic. Her new project consisted of a series of ceremonies where she needed to model artifacts in the most delicate fashion. These artifacts will give her the ability to travel beyond any human has traveled before. However, the materials needed to build them were scarce on Earth, and their structure highly difficult to recreate. The book was written on a dead tongue, long forgotten by humans. In order to understand this language, often referred to as “Enoch’s tongue” in Christian books, one needed to be an expert linguist. Nevertheless, she had been studying ancient tongues for a little over a decade now and was able to come up with hints on what the book was about.

She stared at nothing for a few minutes, chugging the cold drink down her throat, which she liked not for its taste but for the cool feeling it gave her. And just when she was about to finish the can, she walked toward a hook on the wall near the entrance door, where she had hanged her windbreaker. She then took a small container from the inside pocket of the jacket, grabbed a pill, and swallowed with the remaining alcohol. This small tablet should give her just enough energy to continue her work without resting for one more day. It was so little time that she used for sleeping, that she only had an old mattress laying on the floor in one corner of the apartment, and she barely used it for sleeping—mostly, it was used for casual sex and as a temporary closet. After grabbing another can of beer, she sat in a flat, over-used cushion in front of the coffee table, and started reading and scribing notes on her journal.

After a few hours working, she turned to her backpack and grabbed a piece of bright metal, a rock no larger than her fist.

— I fucking took the beating of my life for this stupid piece of trash— she talked to herself out loud from habit— I’m sort of lucky that Caeleb has a crush on me still: even when he made those brutes hit me to the ground, he still gave me what I asked for.

“Surely, this will be the last piece of the puzzle that will give me the key to everything…

According to an encyclopedia, this metal had a remarkably low melting point, the perfect material for her to work with the equipment in her apartment. She had everything in her power to achieve this incredible task, however, some of the mathematical equations seemed to be beyond her understanding. Every time she tried to solve them, she found herself lost in a labyrinth full of dead ends. But, in theory, when you encounter several dead ends, eventually, by elimination process you will get to the exit, she thought.

The rising sun marked the end of yet another restless night, and the aching in her eyes, a sign of tiredness. This was the fourth day without rest; she felt so close to achieving her goal that nothing could make her stop working.

A sudden sound coming from her portable communications device attracted her attention, a notification from her personal computer. She ran the server and opened a chat room where she usually communicates with her most trusted contact, “BaTiO3” was his username, and written beside it, a single word in Cyrillic: “Сделано.” Promptly, she looked for a loose piece of paper in one of her journals, where she kept some translated words from English to Russian and vice versa. Done, she read in her mind, it is done.

She came to know “BaTiO3” when she was looking for a component, native of Lakhesis, an industrial planet where the cheapest metals and other materials are mined to be used in the Space Mechanical Engineering Industry. Back then, she knew him only by “12047-27-7,” which she immediately recognized as a Chemical Abstract Service Number—because she used one as well: 107-44-8. But after a year of doing business together, and using the minimum speech possible, they grew comfortable with each other, and talked from time to time. Boris was his real name.

Six months ago, she requested a special metal from him, but it still too soon. She needed more time to solve most of the equations, which, once solved, will bring a single, last equation. An equation Saryn called the “omega equation,” that once graphed in three dimensions, it will show how the metal should be shaped to form an artifact. The artifact will be used in a ceremony that will then create an “omega opening.” A door that will allow her to travel to a different dimension, the home of ancient gods.

She requested from Boris several small pieces of machinery, essential to fix a ship she owned, its damaged engine needed many repairs. The space-craft remained hidden in the outskirts of the city, in an old and long-unused robot farm. The ship was an old model, with parts difficult to get, and its fuel even more so. Being one of the last ships manufactured that used thermonuclear propulsion, its use was not only dangerous but also illegal. Luckily, the people that had it knew nothing about this model, they only thought if the ship as an old and “useless piece of junk” and sold it to her for an excellent price.

Saryn knew it would take about eleven months for the assets to arrive on Earth. This was the average time it took for the slowest ships to travel from Lakhesis to Earth. As little time as it was, she would have to work non-stop.

Another message arrived shortly: “Сложности впереди. Работой осторожней.”

“Trouble ahead. Work cautiously.”

The message meant that Boris had problems falsifying the digital data to transport the assets. And, like a hawk watching over its prey, either governmental or private military agents, or mercenaries will guard the spaceport.

She now needed to make a plan for extraction. She needed the help of others. At least three more people that might have experience in these situations. It was to her advantage that her list of friends was small enough to have at least two trusted contacts here, on Earth. However, she might find herself pushed to ask Caeleb for help in finding the third. She cursed at the thought of talking to him again.

While seeking in between the pages of one of her many journals for the contacts, she felt a rush of pain through her body. It was this moment she most hated when the effect of the energy drugs fades, her body ached and burned like hell, for now, it was time to let it rest. Unable to move the things from her bed, her body heavy as a rock, she was paralyzed in fatigue. And just like lightning, oh shi… she fell hard on the floor. Asleep.

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So as for you to have a general idea of what I want to make here's a small synopsis:

In a futuristic Earth, where deep space travel and colonizing other planets have been around for several decades, where artificial intelligence has already been accepted as a new form of life. The mundane life of Saryn, an addict to energy pills, an engineer and occultist, becomes the starting point of our story, as she seeks to find meaning to her life by finding a way to open interdimensional portals. She befriends self-liberated androids and travels to industrial planets in her quest to contact beings beyond our physical dimension.

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