#end of humanity

[roselynvictoria]

Esher, Surrey in the year 3000 by john albert walker (2007)

[walkingbandtee]

Written by me because I love dinosaurs and hate humans 🫶🏻

[inc-immigrationnewscanada]

Doomsday Clock Ticks Closer to Global Catastrophe: 89 Seconds Until Midnight

In a chilling announcement that sends shockwaves through the global community, the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists has moved its symbolic ‘Doomsday Clock’ closer than ever before to midnight – now standing at a mere 89 seconds away. This annual assessment signals an unprecedented level of danger to human civilization from a mix of existential threats including climate change, nuclear warfare,…

[entropy-01]

1. Change da world my final message, goodb ye. *Windows 95 startup*

🔴 START RECORDING 🔴

TPU-09 Systems <<OFFLINE>> Boot Sequence <<INITIATED>> Hull Status <<INTACT>> Internals <<OPERATIONAL>> Boot Sequence <<COMPLETE>> TPU-09 Systems <<ONLINE>>

Optics active. Receptors indicate the following:

- Light detected coming from open-gap window @ 3.7 meters of distance, w/a 334° offset to hull. - Light is artificially generated due to non-parallel light rays. - Room is fabricated from Boztien Drywall Composite at 73% purity. - Physical form is in an upright position, Adjusted for gravity intensity. - Physical form is shaped as a Post-Synthezoid in the shape of a humanoid entity. Ċæļëąņ Evolutionary Chain Detected. - The Decorational Aesthetic of the chamber is equivalent to the Ancient Victorian period, as evident by the hanging potted plants, the wooden cabinets installed on the walls and the wooden paneling utilized as flooring.

Location: Final Lunar Base, Neptune Orbit.

Facial Structure Detected.

Scanning… Gender: Male Species: Human-Adjacent Height: 5’ 6” / 1.68m. Weight Estimate: 314 lbs./142.43 kg. Body Build: Endomorphic Name: Dir. Final Human Survival Sect., Dr. Gio Telor. Optics detect the following:

Clothes - A lab coat, with a 10th removed cotton blend button-up, a 5th generation wear khakis pants, aged, a silver ring on the left ring finger, and size 12 wide professional wear moccasins.

A glass tablet.

Gio Telor: “TPU-09, please respond with your full title.”

“My full title is Time Perception Unit, Model 09, created by the ‘Final Human Survival Section, Chapter 332, of the 111th Human Empire.”

“Good. Good. Your Auditory receptors function. Can you tell me, without referencing your internal clock, what time it is?”

“Utilizing the Artificial Lighting coming from the open-gap window @ 3.7 meters of distance from my current placement, in relation to my internal compass indicating we are facing °175 in respect to Neptune’s axis, indicating it is artificially 08:34:53 AM NSMT.”

“Perfect. To the second too, love that. Ok, can you relay me the three laws of robotics? And taking into consideration you don’t have to follow them due to your current status as a machine?”

“As stated by Issac Asimov, the laws of robotics are as follows: ‘A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm. A robot must obey orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law. A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law’.”

“Interesting Storage is working.”

SFX: clicking on glass.

“I’m going to show you a video file. I want you to describe what you see.”

Video File Detected: ‘change da world’ by @comfygang.

Audio: ‘Change Da World, My final message. Goodbye.’

Audio: Soundfile to the Operating System ‘Windows 95’ Initiation Theme.

“My Receptors indicate the image visualized is an old Earth Mammal known as a rodent, standing in an upright position with a rolled up piece of paper with contents inside it, resembling an Ancient form of internal remedy and medicinal delivery known as a ‘cigarette’, which in later times got disregarded as a medical hazard and carcinogen, with the visual implication that the text below, which crudely reads ‘change da world my final message, goodb ye’ is what the rodent is verbalizing, which it then vanishes from view and leaves the space empty.”

“That is correct.”

“This is the video file ‘change da world’ by @comfygang on the ancient social media platform ’Twitter’ if recorded history is to be perceived correctly.”

“Awesome. Now, let’s discuss your objective.”

“I have no current objective.”

“Good. Do you have a mission”

“Affirmative.”

“What is your mission?”

“My Mission, as a Time Perception Unit, is to record, process and store my findings towards the end of existence and relay them to whomever is able to perceive and use them afterwards.”

“Correct. Can you give me an example of who might want this information?”

“Examples of such species/entities/machines that would want this data include: The Remnants of the Ċæļëąņ species, the Shards of Pyrovillia, the Ontons, the Vexxicisimiionites, the Ur, any exotic species that would exist after humanity, organic life, potential species that exist in a psychic form, and alternate versions of humanity from a different reality.”

“Good. Good. Do you have any obstacles to this objective?”

“My main obstacle is survival of my shape, however, there could be pirate-like species that would utilize my durable form, if knowledgeable on how to disassemble it, scavengers of any lost remnants of the Great Expanse, any corrosives that are still to be discovered by the 111th Human Empire’s Scientific reach, and unruly species that might not know what I am.”

“You’re doing great. Now, I’m going to give you an objective, are you ready to enact it?”

“Affirmative Dr. Telor.”

“Stand up, turn around in a circle clockwise a full 360°, and pick up a pencil from this table just to your right. Think you can do that?”

“Affirmative.”

Shape has placed gravity-adjacent footing to floor of the specially-placed room.

SFX: thud

Adjusting shape for center of mass…

SFX: whirr

SFX: shhhfk

Shape Adjusted. Turning 360° clockwise. Gyration angle adjusted at 0° to the North, relative to the shape’s placement. Turning clockwise… Full rotation acquired. Turning 90° clockwise to the west… Quarter turn acquired. Receptors indicate the following:

- Light is coming relative to open-gap window direction north. - A plateau table is parallel to shape. - Wooden surface akin to Old Earth Oak detected on plateau table.

Moving right appendage to table… Appendage has reached table in minimal time required of 0.35s. Receptors indicate the following:

- plateau table holds multiple items, including: Zeiteg series Apallel stethoscope, Omidia Classics™️ Anti-Glare Solglasses, a non-branded atomic clock with an accuracy of .0000001 zeta seconds, and a Versal Branded Pencil.

Adjusting appendage to grasp the pencil… Pencil is within grasp of appendage. Partial fracturing is detected on pencil surface.

“I detect partial imperfections on pencil surface.”

Gio Telor: “Right, that’s probably from all the biting. Ok.”

SFX: thunk

“Good. That is finally working. No other iteration of you functioned as they were suppose to. TPU-03 was the first to stand on its own, then 05 could talk. You’re the only iteration that can stand, talk and walk. Not to mention prototypes and all that. You are, quite literally the only iteration of a system that is fully functioning at this time.”

“Acknowledging data… useful information.”

“Quite so.”

“What is the reasoning behind this?”

“Besides the full process of iterating previous models through prototyping and testing to the finite reaches of your former versions, most other versions failed to remain active. You’re the only version that’s managed to, well… for a lack of a mechanical term… be.”

“Processing of your words indicates I am the only iteration of the Time Perception Unit project to remain active for this long. Is this correct?”

“Yes, that is the case. You can see, you can hear, and you can feel, as much as a…”

Vocal pause Detected.

“…Post-Synthezoid machine can feel.”

“I convert external data perceived by my extremities and sensors into internal data, as used by humanoid form.”

“Yes. But enough of all that.”

SFX: rustling

SFX: swish

“It’s your time to shine. I would have loved more time for you to experience being, but we’re a bit short on time. Neptune’s headed for destabilization, and you’re gonna intercept with the 115th Fleet.”

Pressure detected on right shoulder of shape. It is Dr. Telor’s Left Hand.

“I’ll miss you."

“How is that the case?”

“Right, yeah. New Memory. Still, Thank you for giving my life purpose.”

SFX: Hiss

SFX: Whirr

Receptors indicate electronic and mechanical arms are adjusting this shape to the internal compartment of a Versal Series Launch Pod.

“What shall I expect?”

“You’ll be seeing a lot of military personnel and stuff. You’ll essentially be at the heart of the last teams to see the end of all things. Be ready. At any moment you’ll see things not meant for you to see.”

“I am to record the final moments of humanity.”

“Yeah but…"

SFX: Sigh

“… You’re correct. Look, just… do your best. Record the last black hole, as stated, and as for your objective, well, your objective is surv-“

SFX: SCHHHHHHHHHHHH

🔴 ENDED RECORDING @ 09/17/3T 🔴

attached: changedaworldmyfinalmessagegoodbye.mp4

[drdamiang]

[troopanegre]

The internet, as it exists now, is a panopticon trying to sell what it sees. And what it sees is you.

Humans are a farmed product. Bought and sold with every post, every like, every interaction.

Our souls are currency for the machine, and we lose value with every transaction.

[la7ma-mafrooma]

Keep talking about Palestine!

[digitalmyyth]

Shenanigans ensue

[tomi4i]

[no-passaran]

Genocide experts warn that India is about to genocide the Shompen people

Who are the Shompen?

The Shompen are an indigenous culture that lives in the Great Nicobar Island, which is nowadays owned by India. The Shompen and their ancestors are believed to have been living in this island for around 10,000 years. Like other tribes in the nearby islands, the Shompen are isolated from the rest of the world, as they chose to be left alone, with the exception of a few members who occasionally take part in exchanges with foreigners and go on quarantine before returning to their tribe. There are between 100 and 400 Shompen people, who are hunter-gatherers and nomadic agricultors and rely on their island's rainforest for survival.

Why is there risk of genocide?

India has announced a huge construction mega-project that will completely change the Great Nicobar Island to turn it into "the Hong Kong of India".

Nowadays, the island has 8,500 inhabitants, and over 95% of its surface is made up of national parks, protected forests and tribal reserve areas. Much of the island is covered by the Great Nicobar Biosphere Reserve, described by UNESCO as covering “unique and threatened tropical evergreen forest ecosystems. It is home to very rich ecosystems, including 650 species of angiosperms, ferns, gymnosperms, and bryophytes, among others. In terms of fauna, there are over 1800 species, some of which are endemic to this area. It has one of the best-preserved tropical rain forests in the world.”

The Indian project aims to destroy this natural environment to create an international shipping terminal with the capacity to handle 14.2 million TEUs (unit of cargo capacity), an international airport that will handle a peak hour traffic of 4,000 passengers and that will be used as a joint civilian-military airport under the control of the Indian Navy, a gas and solar power plant, a military base, an industrial park, and townships aimed at bringing in tourism, including commercial, industrial and residential zones as well as other tourism-related activities.

This project means the destruction of the island's pristine rainforests, as it involves cutting down over 852,000 trees and endangers the local fauna such as leatherback turtles, saltwater crocodiles, Nicobar crab-eating macaque and migratory birds. The erosion resulting from deforestation will be huge in this highly-seismic area. Experts also warn about the effects that this project will have on local flora and fauna as a result of pollution from the terminal project, coastal surface runoff, ballasts from ships, physical collisions with ships, coastal construction, oil spills, etc.

The indigenous people are not only affected because their environment and food source will be destroyed. On top of this, the demographic change will be a catastrophe for them. After the creation of this project, the Great Nicobar Island -which now has 8,500 inhabitants- will receive a population of 650,000 settlers. Remember that the Shompen and Nicobarese people who live on this island are isolated, which means they do not have an immune system that can resist outsider illnesses. Academics believe they could die of disease if they come in contact with outsiders (think of the arrival of Europeans to the Americas after Christopher Columbus and the way that common European illnesses were lethal for indigenous Americans with no immunization against them).

And on top of all of this, the project might destroy the environment and the indigenous people just to turn out to be useless and sooner or later be abandoned. The naturalist Uday Mondal explains that “after all the destruction, the financial viability of the project remains questionable as all the construction material will have to be shipped to this remote island and it will have to compete with already well-established ports.” However, this project is important to India because they want to use the island as a military and commercial post to stop China's expansion in the region, since the Nicobar islands are located on one of the world's busiest sea routes.

Last year, 70 former government officials and ambassadors wrote to the Indian president saying the project would “virtually destroy the unique ecology of this island and the habitat of vulnerable tribal groups”. India's response has been to say that the indigenous tribes will be relocated "if needed", but that doesn't solve the problem. As a spokesperson for human rights group Survival International said: “The Shompen are nomadic and have clearly defined territories. Four of their semi-permanent settlements are set to be directly devastated by the project, along with their southern hunting and foraging territories. The Shompen will undoubtedly try to move away from the area destroyed, but there will be little space for them to go. To avoid a genocide, this deadly mega-project must be scrapped.”

On 7 February 2024, 39 scholars from 13 countries published an open letter to the Indian president warning that “If the project goes ahead, even in a limited form, we believe it will be a death sentence for the Shompen, tantamount to the international crime of genocide.”

How to help

The NGO Survival International has launched this campaign:

From this site, you just need to add your name and email and you will send an email to India's Tribal Affairs Minister and to the companies currently vying to build the first stage of the project.

Share it with your friends and acquittances and on social media.

Sources:

India’s plan for untouched Nicobar isles will be ‘death sentence’ for isolated tribe, 7 Feb 2024. The Guardian.

‘It will destroy them’: Indian mega-development could cause ‘genocide’ and ‘ecocide’, says charity, 8 Feb 2024. Geographical.

Genocide experts call on India's government to scrap the Great Nicobar mega-project, Feb 2024. Survival International.

The container terminal that could sink the Great Nicobar Island, 20 July 2022. Mongabay.

[Maps] Environmental path cleared for Great Nicobar mega project, 10 Oct 2022. Mongabay.

[sylvidoptera]

Flickering here and there, you could sometimes see them on the security monitors. Obscured by the fog pouring in from the coast where the slowly-freezing ocean met the boiling water flushed from our reactor's cooling system, the figures seemed hardly more than a glitch in the screen.

Officially, they didn't exist. The people in power were too busy in their brightly lit, warmed, and tech-filled houses in the dome to believe anything that bothered the last of the people doing all the work to keep them there. And a job at the reactor was the best you could get in these days, so we kept our mouths shut.

We called them Wraiths, for the nebulous shapes they made unless they were concentrating; however, the ones of us who had to tend to the outer parts of the heavily-shielded facility keeping the last of humanity alive knew all too well they were anything but ghosts.

"Let me in. Please let me in? It's so cold…" "If only I can feed, I can break free of this dying realm. I promise to take you with me." "Surely just a small mass is able to be spared. I can give you anything you want!"

You couldn't let them touch you. Not because they could kill you, which they could if they made contact for long enough. All energy was food for them. No, the true danger was the visions.

Locked in a Wraith's embrace, every survivor had reported gorgeous, mind-wrenching, unobtainable hallucinations that were more like memories long forgotten. Sights of stars, galaxies, and nebulae all swirling in their cosmic dance. The sounds of minuscule pieces of matter coming together in new and more wondrous forms. Sensations of riding the waves of gravity, light, and radiation from place to place. Tastes and smells of unknown materials that would likely kill a human's frail form, but which had nourished unknowable creatures since the creation of the universe.

All of the survivors that had been rescued, treated, and released from care had immediately gone back out to throw themselves into the embrace of the Wraiths once more. No one and nothing could convince them to keep living. Every single person insisted that it was better to use their energies to try to let the Wraiths go back to being gods than it was to stay here and wait until both sides were dead from the heat death of our star.

I looked again at the monitor and saw a particularly large disturbance in the fog. Not my first Wraith, but definitely the biggest one I had seen before. Frowning, I leaned forward and looked closer. Yes, it was definitely coming straight for the camera and not the door. When it came close enough, I could see the fog being molded by invisible energy into a face peering intently, as if it knew it was being watched.

The instant the face finished assembling itself, I recoiled instinctively. My dead wife was looking at me in monochrome colors, except for a few sparks of color in her eyes as the Wraith put more energy into its seeming.

"Open the door, Malcolm. Please? I know you miss me. Miss us."

Gritting my teeth, I dug my nails into my palms and couldn't seem to decide if I wanted to look away or stare at that beloved visage as long as I could. It had been nearly a year that Shala had been gone. She, and the baby she hadn't known she'd been carrying when the Wraith had caught her out on her shift.

Tensing myself against any other words that could come, I remembered how we'd found out she was pregnant in the hospital after she was attacked. I'd hoped against hope that the life inside of her would keep her from following the other survivors. That the idea of our child, and what it would do to me to lose them both, would keep her in this world.

Hope failed me.

"There is hope, Malcolm. But it's slowly fading. The reactor can't go on forever. You know that." There was no coaxing tone, no promises of gifts or escape; the slightly blurred voice of his wife was matter-of-fact. "Eventually there will only be resources for the rich, and then there will be nothing and even they will die. Right now, the only thing you're prolonging is their pleasure; fueled by dying isotopes and the sweat of their workers."

I knew it. I'd known it for several years now. Shala and I had talked about it, and had decided not to have a child since it would be cruel to doom them to a short life of labor. No matter how much we had wanted to be parents, we loved the idea of our child too much to make them physical.

Again, her voice - stronger now. "There IS hope, Malcolm. The baby and I are here. Everyone who has gone before is here. But unless these creatures can break free and get back into the stars, what's left of our essence will die with them." I could swear I heard actual sadness, love, and urgency in the voice I was having a hard time not thinking of as my wife's true self.

I turned back to the monitors and saw an entire body in the fog, my wife's hands cradled protectively over the baby in the still-flat belly she'd had when she'd escaped the hospital to find the Wraiths. The colors of her eyes had brightened to living tones. My voice was a mixture of so many emotions that it came out nearly incomprehensible to my own ears. "So what are you proposing? That I just let you walk right in and basically eat the last hope of humanity? How do you expect me to doom everyone here to a slow death when I have no idea what will happen?"

The Shala creature continued to look at the camera directly, not even glancing at the door next to it, and gave a small, melancholy smile. "Before they had been so reduced, these beings wouldn't have understood the suffering of such small things. Now, after enough of us were absorbed and studied, they are loathe to bring more pain upon us." There was a pause, then a sigh. "But neither do they want to die. If they feed on the radiation, they can absorb our energies as they are released and take them far from here. No slow, back-breaking, meaningless lives and deaths until there are no more lives. Just a brief, all-encompassing blast of heat and then never having to serve others to survive again."

"You're still talking about the last of humanity being wiped from the universe. Shala would have been completely against that." My palms were bleeding, but I didn't feel the blood seeping from around my nails because I was too busy trying to ignore the tears running down my cheeks. It was getting harder and harder not to just do what she… it… wanted. I'd been trying to find a reason to stay alive after I'd lost her and the baby. So far only duty had kept me going; right now duty was starting to look like insanity.

"Do you remember those nights we would talk about what it meant to be human? So much discussion about what actually makes us human. Bodies can change and the mind remains - sometimes even clinging to lost limbs long after they're gone. We knew there had to be something beyond just the physical." Her voice - he could no longer think of the apparition as it - was tinged with amusement. "You told me one time you'd love me if I were just a brain in a jar, because everything that made you love me was inside. We just didn't know if what was inside could exist without the outside." There was a brief pause and he felt their eyes lock through the camera's lens. "Now we know that it does. Wouldn't you rather free everyone here, in a moment of pain too quick to be felt before the flesh dissolves? To let them be reborn as something happy and hopeful, and preserve humanity in another form? Or do you want to work yourself to death, alone, knowing that everything you've worked for is going to die simply because you couldn't imagine being yourself any other way?"

…

My next to last physical thought was that the alarms were very extremely loud. I figured that was supposed to happen, though, when you deliberately shut down all the safeties on a very large reactor, send it into meltdown, then proceed to open all the doors to the outside to watch a wall of fog flood through them.

The final thought that went through my physical body was "Huh… warm. That's nice."

…

"You're even more beautiful without your body than you were with it," was the best first thought to have in a new form, at least in my opinion, as I melded with the mental presence of my wife and daughter and watched the living stars getting closer.

Text: As security for the nuclear energy plant, I mostly turn away dying gods. Desperate for one more taste of such power, they will say and do anything to get me to let them in.

[leafyeyes417]

Summoning fix it

Danny accepted being Ghost King when he was 20. Why 20? Because at that point his human half was looking more fae than human. At least he got that growth spurt and reached 6 foot 5. But the pointed ears, catlike eyes that glowed, fangs, and glowing freckles along with his height made him stand out.

Sam and Tucker, the two most liminal humans up till that point, were only better in that their eyes only glowed when emotional and that they didn’t have freckles. The trio had decided that they were more infinite realm denizens than living and they moved in to Danny’s new castle.

Accepting the throne was chaos. Especially with the observants constantly trying to butt in after he cut their power. They tried many things to keep him busy, including trying to bury him in centuries of old paperwork. Unfortunately for them Danny was not going to put up with that.

He sent out a message looking for any ghosts whose obsession was being a secretary. And there were more than he expected. After screening he chose a few and let the rejected ones know that he would set something up to help them later, but first he needed to straighten things out.

During all this Danny ended up summoned. He was annoyed that any regular old joe could just summon him. He was the Ghost King! He had more important things to do (even if it was just playing video games) than answer every summon request at other people’s whims. There were a multitude of dimensions out there, who knew how often he could be summoned?!

The trio quickly got to work and created a summon circle that first, allowed him to send someone in his stead, and second, prevented forced summoning if he declined answering.

Calling on more ghosts, he found one that grants wishes, and unlike Desiree, has no horrible consequences as long as a price of equal payment is made. He then wished all summoning circles to summon the ghost king from the point in time of his ascension be switched with his new one.

After that, he assigned one of the secretaries to be the one to answer the summons. He made a list of things to outright decline, and if they were unsure they were to call him and ask.

That’s how the Justice League ended up finding out that there was a new Ghost King. Constantine was particularly annoyed when he realized the switch with the summoning instructions. Luckily they weren’t on such a time crunch that they didn’t have the time to get the new materials needed.

Upon completion of the summoning, a female humanoid in a professional suit floated, and spoke “I am Penny, secretary of Ghost King Phantom. What is the subject of your summons?”