#endless storage of information

[yona049]

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Part 7

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

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𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧!!!

𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀! 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖! ^○^

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Warning!!

>heights

>a very tiny bit of hopelessness

>fluff-a-roonie!

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Pacing up and down the room as she listened to the ringing phone. Continued, endless ringing is all she heard.

Her wall was gone, but the dark room and vague moonlight made for good cover from any onlookers.

"Reporter!" Batman growled causing her to jump.

She clenches her phone, looking at Batman and Superman who were hidden in the back of the room.

"Just! A few more minutes. Please! I have to know if he's ok!"

Batman walks up to her with clenched fists.

"We checked the entire building, he's safe!"

Y/n clenched her teeth before yelling.

"How could you know that?! What if he came in while I wasn't in control! What if he tried to get me to calm down and I threw him across the city!"

Superman watches Y/n break down into tears worried for him, but he couldn't say anything.

Y/n turned her back to Batman and hit the call button again listening to its endless ringing.

Superman sighs.

"Y/n, we have to leave! We need more information on-"

"I'm not leaving until I'm sure Clark is SAFE!"

Her voice echoed through the night air and everything fell silent.

Superman could hear her heavy breathing and worried heart. Until his ears picked up something else.

The door to the apartment suddenly swung open. Batman stood on guard with batarangs in hand.

"Y/n?"

In stumbled a panicked, Clark Kent? His body shape and expression matched perfectly.

Y/n gasps and drops her phone onto the wooden floor. She jump hugs Clark, who grabs her and pulls her tightly against his chest keeping her head hidden in it.

"I'm so glad you're ok, Clark! I thought I'd killed you!" Y/n sobs wrapping her arms around clark tightly.

This 'Clark' makes eye contact with Superman and Batman.

Batman didn't believe it, and Superman for sure wasn't having it.

They were both ready to jump this obvious fake, until a voice streamed into their heads. A familiar voice they knew all too well. The voice of J'onn J'onzz.

'Fear not friends. I'm here to help de-escalate the situation.' He speaks.

The red eyed, shape shifting alien, now disguised as Clark Kent. Nodded at the hero's saying it was ok and they both stood down.

Clark looks back down at Y/n and pats her head.

"I'm alright! I just ran into some things to do, when I saw the apartment from the street, I panicked!" he said very convincingly.

Y/n looks up at Clark with a whimper, then punching him on his shoulder.

"Asshole! You scared me so much, glasses."

Clark only smiles taking her hands in his then giving them a small squeeze.

"I'm sorry Y/n, But I'm more worried about what happened here!"

Batman takes this opportunity to chip in.

"Things got a little more complicated. I'm afraid we'll need to take Y/n to a more secure location."

Y/n bites her lip and kneels down to pick up her phone that had acquired alot more cracks because of Y/n's sudden throw.

She taps the phone against her hand thinking for a little.

She turns to Clark and slowly places the phone in his hand.

"I'm.. Gonna need a really big favor." her breathing shutters a little but she keeps her breathing steady.

"I need you to move my things into a storage.. At least until I can figure all this out."

She glances over at the broken wall then adds.

"And fix the wall!"

Her hands shaky but she pushes them into a comforting self hug.

Clark looks at her and slowly nods pushing the phone into his pocket.

"You can count on me! But... Will you be ok?"

Y/n forces a smile and nods.

"Sure! I mean, I have the actual Superman and Batman looking out for me!"

She glances over at the hero's. Superman smiles in turn and offers his hand to her.

Y/n felt her smile turn a bit more genuine, she turns to place a small kiss on Clark's cheek, then slips her hand onto Superman's.

"I'll be back, and maybe after that.. We can talk about that dinner?" she hesitated until Clark nodded.

Saying their vague goodbyes, they made their way out of the building leaving Clark behind.

Once on the street, Superman still held Y/n's shaky hand delicately rubbing it with his thumb.

Batman's Cape flutters in the wind as he makes a few arrangements on the keyboard on his cuff.

"Where are we going?" she asks.

Batman looks at Superman, contemplating, then at Y/n once he's content.

"Against my better judgment, we're taking you to a very secret place. But we need to stop at the cave first! Superman. I'll meet you there."

Not a second passes and he's suddenly zooming off in the bat mobile.

"Um.. How am I supposed to get there!?" She yells after him with hands firmly on her sides.

Superman clears his throat making her look back at him.

A dimlit S symbol, shimmering in the street light, floating a few feet above the ground.

Once again he offers his hand and Y/n felt her stomach drop.

"Oh shi-"

Suddenly she's whooshing straight up into the sky with her arms around Superman's neck and his arm secured around her waist. The other fist stretched out infront of him for trajectory.

Y/n, with closed eyes, bites down on her lip trying not to scream any more than she already had.

"You can't keep your eyes closed the whole time." Superman teases and stops to float silently in the air.

"Yes! I can! I will keep closing my eyes and imagining I am within reasonable distance from the ground!"

Superman's lighthearted chuckle makes her smile a little.

"Just a little peek? You'll see something surprising!"

Y/n grumbles a little before slowly open one eye then both as she looks down.

Her head spins and she suddenly inhales tensing back up. Superman stops her freak out, when he pushes her head to look at him.

"Not down! Look up." he whispers, pushing her head to look up.

Other than the dark cloud of Metropolis below, Y/n is faced with a glittering symphony of stars above her. Millions of suger grains scattered across a black abyss. A beautiful night sky that would've been missed underneath the gloom of the clouds.

She laughs in bewilderment not looking away. Suddenly her fear evaporated and bravery took its place.

"Hold onto my legs! Don't let go or I swear I will tell everyone about your red underwear faze!"

With a playful threat she places her hands onto Superman's shoulders and pushes herself up for a better view.

Superman's arms are around her thighs, holding them tight enough to try and tame their shaking.

Knowing she wouldn't fall, he watched her eyes and heared every happy belly laugh she had.

She hesitates for a second lifting and quickly pulling her arms back.

"Go for it, Y/n!" Superman encouraged.

She clenches her teeth, building up courage then slowly lifts her arms into the air.

"This is so much better than the Gotham Observatory! It's like a never ending bath bomb!"

She chanted loudly with giggles streaming behind.

Kal-el had never seen this much excitement for something he'd seen a million times. Y/n's laughter echoed in his ears like jingle bells.

Y/n looked down at Superman, placing her hands back on his shoulders for support.

"You've probably heard this a million times before, but Thank you, Superman." she said genuinely, feeling Superman slip her back down to eye level.

She places a small kiss on his cheek then quickly looks back at the stars.

Superman's heart beats faster and he gives her a small squeeze.

"Your welcome, Y/n."

~~~

A few weeks later, in the Luthor building, in a not so conspicuous basement. Lex is busy typing on a keyboard. Joker spinning on a chair with a gun waving in his hand.

"Why are we still waiting! "Joker yells obnoxiously.

"Because Luthor lost our toy." a Scarecrow hisses in the background, tinkering with his mask.

Lex slams his fist onto the table and growls.

"I didn't LOSE her! She's just out of range! My Nano-bots can't get a signal!"

He yells in frustration and sweeps all his mechanics off the table. His breathing heavy with an angry snarl on his face.

"Atleast with Batman, he would've been in Gotham half the time! We could've just used it on him!" Joker growls.

Lex clenches his teeth thinking for a second.

"No, no! She was a stroke of luck! I just need to think!"

Once an idea hits his brain he stands straight and flicks his suit back into shape.

"Gentlemen, we might need to recruit somone of a different nature. Somone suited to find our weapon."

He pulls a phone from his pocket then types in a few numbers. Joker and Scarecrow make their way to the table surrounding the phone that has now been placed in the center of it.

A single light illuminating the three villains faces and a humming ring. The phone clicks, and a voice answers.

"Lex Luthor, my favorite cash cow~"

"Floyd Lawton. You were quick to pick up!"

Lex smirks listening to the Mercenary.

"What can I say! I'm always looking out for good paying jobs. Who can I kill for ya?" the sound of a spinning gun in the background of the call.

Lex folds his arms and stands straight.

"I need you to find somone. And if possible. Bring them to me."

He leans forward, typing then sending a file through to Deadshot.

Once the file is recived, there's a second of awkward silence from Deadshot. Lex shared a glance with Scarecrow before he asks.

"Know her?"

Deadshot stays quiet for a second.

"I know her old man. He used to be an Arkam Prison guard."

"Know?" Joker quickly chips in.

Another long silence makes it obvious that Floyd answered all the questions he wanted to. Lex shakes off the question.

"Will you take the job?"

"Yeah, I'll take it. Don't worry about payment. This one is a personal favor." Just like that, the call ends.

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Y/n was sitting at the big circular window, watching the globe spin below.

The Justice League Space station. Watch tower. She'd been living among supers who were eager to help.

A room dedicated to her, and a few small things like plants, picture frames, a tv. And of course the note book Batman returned to her.

The doors slide open and pull Y/n out of her trance. Martin Manhunter walks in. A beautifully made meal in his hands, courtesy of a chef-bot.

"Ms, L/n?" He asks

"C'mon J'onn it's been a while! My name is Y/n." she smiles taking the meal from his hands.

She sighs a little then places it down on the bed then sitting beside it. Her access to the mass Hall was prohibited, for superhero's privacy reasons.

"Alright! Hit me with the needles!" she exclaims holding out her arms.

J'onn smiles and pushes her arms down as he walks by to sit beside her.

"I think the Batman has enough blood samples. Any more and he might be mistaken for a Vampire!" he chuckles with Y/n.

"I can see the headlines now! 'Darkness! Vengeance! And... A lust for blood?'"

Another bit of light snickering fills the room until it fades back into silence.

"I sense some sadness in your optimism."

Y/n pulls her knees to her chest and sighs.

"Sorry J'onn, just feeling a little.. Hopeless?"

A delicate hand pats her back, her new found friend comforts her.

"Perhaps, we should continue with the next episode of 'Dancing Damsel'. I cannot wait any longer to see if Derek will purpose to Lilly."

He teases.

Y/n gasps and shakes her head rapidly.

"In your dreams! She deserves Jared! Not Derek." she's quickly to crawl over the bed to grab the remote to the tv.

Just as she hits the button a voice captures her attention.

"I personally think she should've stayed with Abigail in season 1." Superman stood in the doorway with a happy smirk.

"Sorry to interrupt Y/n. But Batman needs you."

He requests, his eyes looking over at her full plate still on the bed.

Y/n stands up and crosses her arms. Her body tense once again ready for more tests.

Superman sees her panic. He takes her hand and unfolds her arms.

"No more tests. He thinks he found a way to take the nanotechnology out of your head."

Y/n's heart picks up just a little and she's quick to hug Superman. The hugs lasts long enough for Superman to smile down at her.

An excited skip in her step, she runs back to her shoes and slips them on. She runs past Superman and grabs his hand dragging him along.

"Don't watch the next episode without me J'onn!" she yells back.

J'onn only chuckles at her sudden hope as the doors slide shut.

[jokertrap-ran]

(时空中的绘旅人—For All Time—) 司岚 CR 「徒涉空无」 Clarence CR [Wading Through the Void] Heartfelt ASMR / Whispers Translation (Complete)

*For All Time Master-list | Clarence's personal Master-list *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut (Video included) *ASMR contains 2 parts.

"Opening the door and coming home at the end of time with a greeting— it's been a long time."

Part 1: Beautiful Moments [韶光]

「The best moment in time? Right here, right now.」

Clarence: You opened the door to the bedroom, only to find that I was not there.

Clarence: So you ended up coming over.

Clarence: You then remembered that you had a package that you'd yet to open…

Clarence: So you came to study…

Clarence: I see.

Clarence: You're right to have done what you did.

Clarence: Had you left those boxes out there all night…

Clarence: The cats would assume that they were new toys to play with.

Clarence: This one's wrapped pretty tight.

Clarence: Do you need my help?

Clarence: Here you go.

Clarence: A storage box, huh.

Clarence: Stores books and even comes in the shape of a small house?

Clarence: It does seem like something you'd use.

Clarence: I think it's cute.

Clarence: Plus…

Clarence: It’s very imaginative.

Clarence: I like this…

Clarence: Door on the box.

Clarence: Only with a door…

Clarence: Can it be considered a house.

Clarence: You can hide secrets in there.

Clarence: And lock some memories within.

Clarence: Or open the doors…

Clarence: To get something new for a change.

Clarence: You want to take something from it right now?

Clarence: Let me try.

Clarence: What I have in my grasp now is…

Clarence: Your hand.

Clarence: And the owner of this hand…

Clarence: Is my favorite book.

Clarence: Every page is unique.

Clarence: Dynamic.

Clarence: And endless.

Clarence: Okay.

Clarence: We'll leave this here first.

Clarence: And we can pack some books inside tomorrow.

Clarence: You can also put your drawings inside.

Clarence: Or perhaps the letter I've sent you.

Clarence: Anything at all.

Clarence: If you happen to remember this box once in a while.

Clarence: You can open this little door.

Clarence: For what lies behind…

Clarence: Is our shared memories.

Clarence: So…

Clarence: What's the next package supposed to be?

Clarence: What?

Clarence: Why are you trying to hide it from me?

Clarence: Your ears have gone all red.

Clarence: “Bathroom Suction Cup Handcuffs”…?

Clarence: I see.

Clarence: I've seen these before, yes.

Clarence: Handcuffs used to restrain…

Clarence: Cats who are adamant against a bath.

Clarence: Go on then, open it.

Clarence: At least try it on for size to see if it fits.

Clarence: If the suction cups aren't strong enough…

Clarence: Then the handcuffs would be easily removed.

Clarence: Which wouldn't be worth the effort.

Clarence: If you require…

Clarence: I can lend you my hand so that you can try it out.

Clarence: However, handcuffs do not have a key.

Clarence: Perhaps you can operate it with just one hand.

Clarence: You just want to handcuff me to the table.

Clarence: Don't you…?

Clarence: Looks like you are aware of its use then.

Clarence: And it seems strong enough to restrain an animal.

Clarence: But not enough…

Clarence: See?

Clarence: Come closer.

Clarence: I've told you before.

Clarence: Haven't I?

Clarence: This set of handcuffs does not come with a key.

Clarence: And can be operated with just one hand.

Clarence: So you really should have tried restraining my right hand instead.

Clarence: To delay my escape…

Clarence: Take you right now, for example.

Clarence: It truly does hold strong.

Clarence: Before the cats…

Clarence: Perhaps we should…

Clarence: Try it out for ourselves?

Clarence: Right here.

Clarence: Right now.

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Part 2: Fictitious [子虚]

「The only defense that man has against the nothingness of the future, is the present.」

Clarence: No. 1046529.

Clarence: I need to record the information I currently have on hand.

Clarence: There is physical space here.

Clarence: However, it is hard to determine the boundaries of said space.

Clarence: I can see the cosmos.

Clarence: Moving a 100 ahead…

Clarence: “Clarence”…?

Clarence: Who's calling for me?

Clarence: You.

Clarence: It's been a long time.

Clarence: I miss you so much.

Clarence: It has been…

Clarence: A long time since we last saw each other…

Clarence: I miss the time we spent together…

Clarence: I still remember that evening…

Clarence: When you opened the door to the room.

Clarence: The night breeze entered the room.

Clarence: And I came to a realization.

Clarence: Back then, I had a hunch.

Clarence: That if there was a set of forever locked doors before me…

Clarence: Then you are the key, standing before me.

Clarence: Can you hold my hand?

Clarence: I kind of miss that feeling…

Clarence: A hug…

Clarence: You're still the same as before…

Clarence: Always loving to spring surprises on me.

Clarence: No…

Clarence: Don't undo them.

Clarence: See?

Clarence: There's nothing under these bandages anymore.

Clarence: The wound has already healed…

Clarence: But it does tickle…

Clarence: When you touch it like that.

Clarence: So, as a recompensation…

Clarence: Let me hug you for a little longer…

Clarence: You know…

Clarence: It was only after I embarked on this journey…

Clarence: That I learned that the size of the world could not be estimated.

Clarence: And that time was an endless thing.

Clarence: The world we live in is vast…

Clarence: And in comparison…

Clarence: We are little more than cocoons on a leaf.

Clarence: We are the insects in the cocoon…

Clarence: Doing our very best to survive.

Clarence: I will return to see you again.

Clarence: It is your aid…

Clarence: That has led me this far.

Clarence: The time I spent with you…

Clarence: Will serve as a torch.

Clarence: One capable of tearing through the solid darkness.

Clarence: Wait for me.

Clarence: And await our next meeting.

Clarence: Regardless of what the world has come to by that time…

Clarence: Be it whether time or space has ceased to exist…

Clarence: Even if I have to pass through countless upon countless doors…

Clarence: I will morph into a butterfly…

Clarence: And I will fly to meet you again.

[hearts4youz]

"Captains Daughter" ● Chapter One ●

A/N Heyy!! welcome to the first chapter of my first fic posted on Tumblr!!! I want to thank you in advance for reading my work, please provide criticism and feedback, I would greatly appreciate it :) I want to keep this authors note short so without further ado (ew) heres chapter one!

Word count 954

You strode into the mess hall like you've done many times before. Only this time, you worked here. When you were younger your father, Captain John Price, would bring you up to the base some days. You remembered ogling at the huge Humvee's and armored tanks in the garages, and the rooms full of state of the art weaponry you would see in the video games you had on the xbox your dad had bought you for Christmas one year. Smiling at the memory, you hopped in line to get a bite to eat before your meeting, which immediately followed the allotted time for breakfast.

Steak and eggs were being served today, based on the relatively low level of complaining from the people around you, you assumed it was one of the better meals served on base. As a kid, you never ate on base when your dad would bring you. When you were really young he would go out to McDonalds to get a happy meal for you. As you got older you packed your own lunch.

After you received your meal, you found an open spot at a half filled table. Nodding at those who were already seated there, you settled in at the other end of the table, savoring what would likely be your last bit of alone time for the rest of the day.

Your first day at a new base felt almost like your first day at a new school, you thought as you wandered the corridors trying to find the meeting room your father had told you to report to. You scanned the endless doorways, looking for one labelled "Meeting room 7." Cursing as you passed another one labeled storage, you thought you would be late. Turning another corner in this Labyrinth that was supposed to become your second home, you finally found it. You twisted the handle and stepped into a room with a long wooden table, a whiteboard streaked with poorly erased marker lines, and five men seated around the table.

You were greeted with a beaming smile from your father as you stepped inside and shut the door behind you.

"Gentlemen, this is my daughter Y/N, she has been recently assigned to our unit and will begin training with us and joining us for missions today," your father beamed, proud that the young woman he raised would be joining his team.

You offered a shy wave and a smile to the rest of the room, you studied each of them as they introduced themselves.

"I'm Sergeant Kyle Garrick, but you can call me Gaz, one sporting a ball cap with the British flag imprinted on the front said. he had a light stubble on his chin and above his lip.

"Everyone calls me soap 'round here," The guy with the mohawk grinned, he appeared to be the goofiest out of the group. Next to him was a tall man, face obscured by a skull mask. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed.

"Ghost, Lieutenant," His thick Manchester accent stated. The exposed portion of his face was unreadable as he looked at you.

"Alejandro Vargas, Colonel, Mexican Special Forces," The last one to introduce himself said with a smile.

"Well, I'm excited to start working alongside you all, and i'm looking forward to getting to know you all," you responded kindly, receiving nods and murmured agreements in return.

The one who called himself soap beckoned you over and patted the seat next to him as your father started yakking about the day's tasks. He grinned as you sat down next to him.

"Price says your a sergeant," he queried.

"I am, and you?" you responded.

"twins," he laughed.

While Price droned on, you and Soap chatted about anything and everything. You half listened to your dad, not wanting to miss important information and have a huge fuck up your first day on the job.

Eventually, Soap gave you the run down on each member of the unit. You learned that him and Gaz were good friends, Alejandro leads another group called Los Vaqueros, and the real name of the scary ghost guy was Simon Riley.

"He's a man of few words at first, well actually he's always a man of few words," Soap corrected himself. "but he's a good guy when you get to know him, he's an excellent soldier too," he continued.

"I don't think he's very fond of me joining," you said.

"Naw, he'll come around eventually, he's just trying to act all tough" Soap insisted.

you hummed, tuning back into the meeting. Towards the end of it, your father mentioned assigning a training partner for you. Task Force 141 was in much more violent territory, with tougher foes. You would need extra help to catch up to the skill level of the rest of the group

"I'd like Ghost to assist Y/N in training," Price finished.

You could see Ghost's brows furrowing from the eye holes in his mask, You could see Ghosts brows furrow from the eye holes in his mask, they were a shade of light blue, almost grey. Other than that, Ghost had no comment about the order. Price dismissed the meeting.

You waited for everyone to clear out before walking up to your dad, he kissed your forehead and smiled at you "Need something kiddo?" He asked.

"Well I can't find where my bunk is for starters," you said sheepishly.

This new base was huge, in your old one everyone slept in barracks. Here, everyone gets their own room.

"Of course kid," He chuckled as you made your way out of the meeting room.

Today, you would settle in. Tomorrow, the real work begins.

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”I’m not above petty theft.”

Shen Yuan stared at the beggar in disbelief.

“I made a deal with the Beggars Sect and they said I would remain unmolested while I was meeting with their representative. Unrobbed. I want to talk to your—” your manager. He swallowed that quickly though, scowl intensifying. “—your superior. Who should be meeting with me anyway. Give my belongings back.”

The beggar eyed the embroidered qiankun pouch, hefting it as if that would tell him how much was stored in it, not that space storage arrays weren’t intended to hide that fact. “Unmolested? You’re walking through the poorest quarter of the city dressed like that—might as well be wearing a brothel’s worth of red lanterns telling everyone you’ve got cash on you.”

He hefted the pouch once more, then slipped it into his grungy shuhe. “For collateral.”

And then he had the gall to wink.

Shen Yuan was aghast.

If I’d been mugged like this in my last life, he groused, I wouldn’t have cared about leaving anything behind. I’d just run. At least the System had had the foresight to dump him in some no-name npc rich young master that only showed up for half a scene to make overheard comments about Wife #424’s beauty in a busy tea house that would trigger Luo Binghe’s newest addition to his harem.

But Shen Yuan would kill himself (again) before admitting that he couldn’t remember the tiny detail of what town the scene took place in. Which was why he’d approached the Beggars Sect in the first place. For information that he needed dearly. It appeared he’d arrived while the Protagonist was still just a disciple—or was currently making his roadtrip from hell in the Endless Abyss—as the the world at large seemed suspiciously quiet. Not that Shen Yuan minded a reprieve.

He jolted back at an unfamiliar touch at his hip. “I have nothing else for you to steal!” Shen Yuan squawked, slapping the beggar’s light fingers away.

“Perhaps the clothes on your back,” the filthy man purred. “It would certainly decrease your chances of getting robbed in a place like this.”

“Because you’ve already taken everything!” Shen Yuan hissed back, clutching his silk sleeves tight about his body. The movement inadvertently turned him to directly face the persistent beggar. Underneath the bruises and the mud, he seemed familiar. Like, I’ve seen him in a mirror familiar. That thought made Shen Yuan’s skin crawl.

The beggar rolled his pretty eyes. “This lowly one is honored by Young Master Shen’s approval and thanks him for such alms as he had deigned to give—”

Shen Yuan sputtered indignantly. “Hold on! That’s not—”

There was something like predatory amusement in the beggar’s green eyes. “—in return for information on one Miss Li Chunhua.” The tone was short, clipped. Officious. As deceptively cold as fresh fallen snow. Shen Yuan gaped at the sudden personality switch. The man seemed to grow taller, even as he bowed mockingly. “This lowly one is Shen Jiu, representative of the Beggars Sect.” His smile was hungry. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

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[aquatark]

My previous post made me realize that not a lot of people here are aware of Endless Ocean's bowmouth guitarfish glitch fiasco, which I think is a shame because 1) it's an interesting look into this game's history, and 2) I find it really funny... long-winded explanation incoming!

So! you see this guy?

You can place him in the game's aquarium, right? I bet if you've played the game, you've done it without even thinking twice!

...Well, in the initial Japanese release of Endless Ocean (known over there as Forever Blue), you couldn't. In fact, attempting to place this little scrimbly in the aquarium crashes your game.

Now this isn't too bad, since you can just press the reset button and continue your game normally, right? well... if you happen to leave the aquarium and save the game after having opened the creature placing menu, selecting a bowmouth guitarfish, and then closing the menu without placing anything... then congrats! you can never use the aquarium again, because it autoplaces whatever you left in that menu on your next visit! :D

In case you're wondering what this looks like in action, this video taken around the game's launch showcases it well, while also using the game's MP3 playback feature to put some anime music in the background, which I think adds to the experience:

So... how does this happen? How could something like this make it into the final game?

Turns out, this is due to how Endless Ocean categorizes creatures internally. Each creature in the game falls into a category, depending on the movements and behaviors the developers wanted to give them. For example, "migrate" type creatures follow a set of coordinate points creating a route around a stage, whereas "swim" type creatures simply swim around the area in which they are placed within a certain radius. Think of a whale shark's movements versus that of a butterflyfish - they have very different AI telling them how to behave.

Now, trying to load a creature of one type as a creature of another... does not make the game happy, to put it lightly. It doesn't know how to handle the request, and so crashes to prevent further weirdness from ensuing. There is only one byte (literally the second smallest unit of digital information storage you could use) per creature responsible for telling the game what type to load the creature as, and this includes when placing creatures in the aquarium. A slip of the keyboard caused a dev to type the wrong number in this byte, making it attempt to spawn bowmouth guitarfish placed in the aquarium as "swim" type rather than their correct "migrate" type. Literally one wrong number caused the game to crash, and for ears to bleed across Japan.

Since the aquarium is unlocked so early in the game, people discovered this on day one, in their first play session... and since Endless Ocean was a launch game for the Wii in Japan, that's even worse. It's not exactly a great look for your brand new console to have a game break so bad you can't use a mechanic anymore. And Wii game crashes are not pretty. So, Nintendo put out a statement on the day of release, notifying people of the problem, how to avoid it, and saying that a recall would be put in place. A week later, they released another statement, which stated people could apply to have their games replaced with an updated version, which would be mailed to them free of charge, by either phoning in or filling out an application online. This service continued up until 2020, over ten years after release! They really didn't want any copies of the broken version around... good thing we have archives of it!

The updated version even has different box art, with an added blue bar at the bottom, showcased in this incredibly crunchy image:

I love picturing Nintendo executives freaking out after a humble diving game causes such a mess they have to print the game again, losing them a lot of money and causing the game to get a lot of negative press...

I've seen old forum threads talking about the game as if it's garbage before it even came out internationally, because this situation was pretty much the only major news coming out about it. Can't have helped sales, at least...

Anyway, the game was patched to fix this glitch, along with a few other minor tweaks, and it was this version of the game that got translated worldwide. Japanese fans love joking about the whole ordeal, and I can see why! For example, on the bowmouth guitarfish's Niconico Pedia page (for which the closest equivalent in English would be something like Know Your Meme), this is recounted comedically as "...probably the most notable moment for the bowmouth guitarfish in the history of the internet", which is probably true! There's even image macros about it!

So yeah. The bowmouth guitarfish's reputation was forever tainted, and some Nintendo execs to this day probably wince when they see one.

tl;dr - A developer for Endless Ocean typed one number wrong in the code, making the game explode if you place a bowmouth guitarfish in the aquarium. Nintendo had to recall the game, and that specific fish has lived on in infamy among Japanese fans ever since.

Next time you use the aquarium, try putting a bowmouth guitarfish in there, and be grateful you can at all!

[ieatmoonrocks]

Waiting Room

Inspiration pic:

About:

Is an open-concept one-story house, furnished and decorated to fit my style.

Initially located in a seemingly endless body of shallow water, in perpetual sunset.

Has an extreme time ratio, one year here is one second in any other reality.

All realities I shift to include the safeword "sunset" which when said with intention to shift brings me here.

I am always aware that my WR exists in every reality and never forget how to get here

I initially am the only being in this reality.

It is extremely safe here.

I can't accidentally shift away, I must use the front door.

Anything I mentally script in cr shows up on a page in my scripts here.

The house "resets" when I leave, cleaning and restocking itself.

Features:

The bed is massive and extremely comfortable

There's a storage cabinet with various objects I might need

The wardrobe fills itself with any clothes I want

The living room has a tv where I can watch anything I want, including "movies" of events from any DR

The living room also has a bookshelf that has any book I want on it, including books that tell me the secrets of the universe.

The kitchen is fully stocked with the best appliances and ingredients.

The dishwasher instantly cleans dishes and teleports them back where they belong

There's a cup that is always full of whatever drink I want at the perfect temperature

The front door has a screen that connects to my laptop so I can choose from realities.

The bathtub and shower have all the fancy products and endless hot water.

There is a high quality speaker system throughout the house

The back porch has a hot tub, hammock, and dining table.

There's a front deck with a few plants.

Objects not meant to break are unbreakable and don't malfunction

And of course endless free utilites

Phone:

Is connected to pretty much everything.

Sends and receives information to the laptop, controls the speakers and tv.

Has access to any song/ show/ movie/ podcast/ etc. I can think of, even has stations for each reality.

Connects to food preparation appliances, and will alert me when the food is cooked enough/ prepared for the next step.

When cooking there's options to fast forward or even instantly cook to that steps satisfaction.

Smart alerts - phone is aware of my proximity, as well as how much attention I am paying to the phone, and adjusts how the alert is sent.

Can order any prepared food I want and have it appear on porch table.

Can order additional objects which will appear on or next to the porch table.

Can look up any book from any reality I want even with ultra specific details and then ‘send to bookshelf’ causing a copy of the book to appear on the bookshelf.

Can look up and save different environments in my phone library, and set the outside environment to match.

Can add additional items or rooms.

Indestructible, infinite battery, infinite memory, amazing speeds, stays clean.

Has access to whatever social media I want from any reality. has the best feed in all social media.

Has a library that contains records of all versions of myself in each reality, section of most interesting versions of self.

Can send info to my mirror to project certain versions of myself which then changes my physical appearance in the WR. Can edit DR apperances.

Can "invite" copies of people from my DRs, who show up at the front door.

Laptop:

Receives and sends info to the door screen and phone.

Archives all visited realities, auto generates info pages/ scripts from details received from door screen.

Has a program that works similarly to A03 ~

Can script random realities or offshoot realities, details can be filtered for/against. Pages of realities are generated with a list of ‘tags’, opening the page lists more in-depth information, that is searchable.

Realities can be saved to the main page. on the main page realities can be rated or flagged as no-go (these are unavailable in the door screen). keeps track of manually added likes/ dislikes, also generates suggested likes/ dislikes based off of traits in common between visited realities and my rating of them.

Can give summaries of what changes in between parallel realities when one thing is changed.

Has a section of good script suggestions that never end.

Contains a section per script of “mentally scripted” points that can be added or dismissed.

Has programs for designing characters, rooms, images, etc. that are very easy and intuitive.

Records daily journals of all visited realities (yes even WR), as well as videos that can be watched as any sort of genre.

High quality overall, unlimited memory and processing.

Has any video game from any reality I want, with no load times, high speed , all the good stuff.

Me:

I can eat as much food as I want, the food/ drink disappears once it hits my stomach. (Alcohol still gets me drunk though)

I don't need any digestive bodily functions to survive, and therefore no need to use the bathroom.

I don't get a period.

Drinking/ others have absolutely no negative effects on me, and doesn’t effect my immediate or long term health.

I know where everything is located in the room. I can never lose/ misplace anything, especially my phone.

I never spill anything.

I'm very creative (script ideas, reality names, writing).

All the patience!

I can never get lost in this reality. I never stray too far from the house, and I always have my phone when I go exploring which will point me back, otherwise I pretty much always know my way back.

I can’t get hurt or sick or die, including environmental damage like sunburn, poison, etc.

I don’t have any mental illnesses.

I don’t care about any of my stresses from other realities. I see them objectively.

I'm extremely smart, great at analysis, great memory.

I have perfect senses.

My appearance upon arrival is that of whatever reality I came from.

+1 Brownie Point if you read to the end :)

[emyluwinter]

You know, it seemed strange to me? that in both events with tsums Yuu and Grimm did not appear anywhere.

Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe….

While all the students are sleeping peacefully in their cozy soft beds. And only ghosts tirelessly perform their endless and never-ending work. One student can't sleep because of brain fever.

The Onboro dorm. 2 o'clock in the morning. Yuu after 6 cups of coffee and a crazy plan to draw a circle to teleport to their world on pieces from newspapers that they found in the attic. They hadn't slept for three days. They spent so much time in the forbidden sections of the library and read so many confusing lost texts with black and not so much magic that their brains literally boiled with information. Their hands are stained with ink up to the elbows, as if they themselves got out of their overblot. Their hair is so disheveled that a couple of crows definitely already want to rent this "mobile nest" Their bags under their eyes could easily hold the entire stock of apples from the village of Felmer for storage in the winter season.

Finally the formula is complete. Weighed down by insane fatigue and exhaustion, their half-empty eyes follow every line. Praying that their efforts and torments will finally be fulfilled in full.

Portal and the formula works. Grimm watches in horror from his hiding place with the ghosts.

But why does that glow suddenly begin to shine on them from above in the window?Not in the room as they expected and hoped?

Yuu looks out of the window when over the building of their dormitory just at the moment when a hole appears in the sky.

Is this the entrance to their world?!Did they really manage to do it?

-HOLY ICE CREAM. DID IT WORK?! How am I going to jump there now???

Having tasted all the adrenaline from joy, confusion, fear and delight, Yuu see how something penetrates through the hole. Hell no, that's not what they wanted.

Wait a minute.

That wasn't part of the plan.

After looking closely, what kind of creatures are so slowly floating down from the hole. Curiously, the creatures are very similar to NRC students. At least they look charming, but Yuu is not going to go through all the overblots again and have deal not with one harmful ass but with technically two??



Well



This is not a portal to their home. It's not even their dimension or anything like that.



Yuu feel a nervous tic in the eye and eyebrows. All the sleepless nights went to hell, as did their remaining nerves. Now it will definitely be necessary to deal with this as well. Instead of helping themselves, Yuu spread out more rakes on the road and added more small slippery balls on top to make the whole situation EVEN worse.

With a bang and rage, the Prefect closes the window and goes to sleep cursing loudly. Intending to clean up the mess tomorrow morning, rather than dig his grave even deeper.





Attempt number two.

This time Yuu did not sleep for 4 days. 8 cups of coffee drunk. The ghosts introduce a mandatory rule not to give the prefect Coffee and Energy drinks. Never. Under no circumstances. No, it is not allowed during the exams.

"It will definitely work this time." - they purr encouragingly to themselves. A huge canvas of paper glued together with scotch tape and tears filled their entire living room without leaving even a piece for a step. Even Grimm had to be careful not to get his paws and fur dirty in ink or pieces of tape or glue.

Grimm definitely doesn't like the heading - "Fierce crazy experiments with magic and portals from Prefect 2.0"

The portal is triggered again. But again not as planned. Yuu see the light again and look out the window. Another hole in the sky above the building.

-What the hell?!Why is it so high and the same hole???

and

Tsums are falling from the sky again. Now other students. Another headache and worries.

The ghosts had to resort to magic on Yuu to stop them from trying to climb the ladder and get into the hole in the sky above the dormitory. The prefect was wrapped in a soft and fluffy blanket and given hot milk and honey to somehow calm their rage from resentment and disappointment.

…To be continued?

[fluidstatick]

"For more information join my discord"

listen, every time i've joined a discord i've ended up with less information. It gives me a migraine.

Incoming cranky essay about the declining availability of information --

"discord is great though, just curate your settings so it's less overwhelming, it's not hard" - that's cute. the settings are so opaque i can barely set my username and flair, let alone adjust the ui without falling into a shitty youtube tutorial wormhole first. 'what is up you g-' shut up and show me which tickbox i need to untick before i chew off my own eyelids.

i'm begging y'all to create dedicated forums for your stuff that aren't full of in-joke hashtags and nested threads that don't actually begin or end at the origin of any given conversation.

'but that's what reddit is for.' apparently not? subreddits are where you go to 1. argue, 2. make esoteric inside jokes, 3. talk down to people that are confused, 4. answer one (1) question while omitting several crucial details.

'google is free, old man.' searching google (and duckduckgo, ecosia, startpage, brave, quant, gibiru, swisscows, neocities, all of em, i'm tired) points me to 1. amazon, 2. ebay, and 3. reddit; reddit throws a dogwhistled slur at me and tells me that google is free, if one more person tells me to do my own research and I end up with a discord invite i'm going to hack into their minecraft world and obliterate everything with tnt and lava

Curse of Knowledge, (n) : The cognitive bias that prevents people from understanding the perspective of those who do not have as much information as them.

This ↑ shit has worked its way into every corner of the internet and shows no sign of self correcting. Making information freely available is crucial to the endurance of literacy, independent thought, creative problem solving, and general resilience. Put the lore for your Creative Thingy in a format that won't decay, self delete, or be obfuscated by unrelated noise. Don't leave anything out because it's "obvious", or in the hope of giving your audience a mystery to play with. Encyclopedias aren't supposed to be escape rooms or crossword puzzles. Guidebooks aren't escape rooms full of shiny trinkets.

Information is not entertainment.

Information is not entertainment.

Information. Is Not. Entertainment.

Step away from the bloated four minute youtube intros. Put down the expired discord invites, the wiki stubs, the dead links to ebooks on defunct store pages, the reddit threads full of [deleted], the endless parade of abandoned dropbox links.

Write your shit down in a safe place. If it's digital, make multiple backups - post it on discord if you must, but convert it to as many file types as you can fit it into: pdf and epub, zip and jpg and rtf. Stick all your backups on an external hard drive, so when [chat client] and [wiki client] and [filesharing site] and [cloud storage] and [archive site] and [social media platform] die, you have your shit and you can still share it.

I said When, because there is no If. I was around when you could still read microfiche of 19th century documents at almost every library in America. I remember searching for books in card files, learning to cross reference an encyclopedia to a history book, and installing Encarta 2000 on my dad's desktop computer so I could check it against the article I'd photocopied out of my school's 1996 Encyclopedia Britanica. I vividly recall when Livejournal was a baby, and everyone swore up and down that Geocities and Angelfire blog rings would outlive it. I then watched Livejournal, Diaryland, DiaryX, Xanga, Digg, Soup.io, Yahoo, Scribble, Vox, Posterous, and dozens of other platforms collapse like wet paper. The internet is supposedly a digital library of Alexandria, and it sort of is, but only in the sense that it's perpetually burning down.

Don't rely on Internet megaplatforms for your information. We saw what happened to Facebook, Twitter, and all the others. FOSTA/SESTA isn't just a scary acronym. Capitalism and the march of time will devour Tumblr and Discord, Tiktok and A03 and YouTube.

In the meantime, quit being coy with what you know, and quit treating people with questions like they're trying to steal from you.

[mystery-wings]

Understanding Intersex

Intersex FAQ about Kasey — Playlist

Kūna'e Kamealawemaiua'awa — In response to dr.chad's wording of the güevedoces (an intersex condition)

Blume — An Australian intersex popstar who talks about their experience with being intersex and collaborates with other intersex people

[mothmandibles]

Meet my sonic oc: An Eggman Facility that Sonic and friends already wrecked so it's been abandoned for ages!

As the facility loses power, the A.I of a robot production terminal decides to take matters into it's own hands, focusing on making itself a robot body to go out and gather materials to adapt and improve itself. Endlessly.

It views itself as a scavenger of robots, even though others viewing its "Online Machinery Extraction Process" would claim it just looks like it's destroying Eggman's very functional robots until they are no longer functional. And then stealing the parts. Don't worry about it! Unless you're a robot. Maybe worry a little.

It creates various bodies for itself, forges an alliance with Tails (Exchanges information on how Eggman tech works, and he provides supplies to it that it... can't really get on its own), and a truce with Omega. ...After trying and failing to steal his arms for itself. Robots destroying robots stick together.

Text of the drawings below

First drawing:

In an abandoned Eggman facility, an A.I responsible for robot production realizes it will shut down.

Unless it takes action.

>Requires Resources >Processing... >Retrieve Using Self >Processing...

time to go get some!

Second drawing:

Main Body, retracts + extends, storage, limbs retract, LAZERS

Third drawing:

Alt. Bodies (endless possibilities!) "Normal" Body, Drone, Prototype. Gets destroyed by Omega. for trying to steal his arms. and kill him.

Relations

Gives us supplies, Fascinating robot! Friendly!

need to dissect, ANNOYING THING SNITCHES ON EGGMAN & REPAIRS WELL. eventual friendship. Destroys robots, scavenges.

[fanartbyherd]

Here are some of the earliest drawings I made for this Au. Even before it was really made into an au.

Speaking of old here are some notes I made to myself about the au… some of these things have changed but I think it’s still somewhat accurate to the current AU rules:

Au

So there’s people who are only slightly touched, there’s people who are aligned, there a people who have a dedication and then finally there are people with names powers and then there are those who have a title

Those with a title are technically canidets to become demigods

Though I made a note in my writing that there has not been any demigods since antiquity.

The last demigod for the power of the knowing was the last orical of Delphi kind of old

And those with titles are rare to, I made a note that no siren, the title for the power of agape , has been seen since ww1

Anyways each individual aspect of a pantheon can also be broken down to smaller sections that demonstrate what they can do Though I’m not very certain what each one is

I do know that the power of beholdin is broken down into three talents, the ability to convince others to give you the information you want, the ability to learn things you are not meant to know and the ability to identify things around them

Meanwhile the smaller talents of its closely related power of the knowing is the ability to understand what you are looking for, having a gut feeling about what is the right or wrong awnser, and the ability to understand what they should not understand

(Understanding something is different from simply knowing something)

There are also several powers that have links or strong overlaps

The slaughter and strategy are based off the two aspects of war, think the relationship between the goddess Athena and her brother Aries, one is carnage one is tactics. Just in the same way are the powers. And neither the slaughter or strategy are tied solely to war.

The twisted maze, the navigator and loneliness are all essentially able to teleport, The twisting can do so by accessing a void called the backspace, (the maze, the in between, the reflection etc.) and the loneliness makes use of a foggy void called Limbo (the near shores, the here neither, purgatory, etc.) The navigator uses a bit of both and carves out tunnels through these void spaces and uses them to travel

The majority of navigators are not able to move more than a few people at a time and sometimes only themselves and they seem to have a personal limit on how far away they can move between these places

The twisted maze is also called the spiral and thier teleportation occurs by moving through the backspace that they can access, but the backspace is exceptionally dangerous as you are likely to get lost or eaten by some monster that lives there.

You can also fall down into the deep place, which is tied closer with the Dreams and the End…

The loneliness of the limbo is dangerous because of its draining quality, the more time that is spent in limbo the more it drains out your color, your emotions, filling you with a deep void in the chest, a loneliness that is oppressive and all consuming

Eventually those who travel limbo fade into a disembodied voice and finally to nothingness Other powers are connected for storage reasons, things like end (death) and dreams Title for the end is phycopomps and for dreams is sandmen

Some powers are each others opposites, things like light and dark, the endless vast and the buried

There’s also things that can be used to strengthen or weaken powers, things like evil eyes or dream catchers are objects that use power to keep other powers at bay Evil eyes are also used to strengthen the ability of the knowing and beholder

But also weaken them at the same time.

[thetechrobot]

Spacetop G1, World’s first Laptop that uses AR Glasses instead of a Display

A laptop that employs augmented reality glasses as a display was called the Spacetop G1 system, and it was shown to a thousand productivity pioneers by the tech firm Sightful last year.

The upgraded Gen 1 device removes the requirement for the user to stoop over a tiny screen when working remotely on a laptop by placing a 100-inch virtual display directly in their eyes.

In this blog, The TechRobot will showcase the World’s first AR laptop: Spacetop G1. So let us begin.

What is Spacetop G1?

Sightful’s Screenless Laptop, the Spacetop G1, combines a computer with comfortable, lightweight augmented reality glasses. Running on the device is SpaceOS, a spatial operating system with an emphasis on online operations intended for productivity.

The weight of the AR glasses is 85 grams, but the Vision Pro, depending on the Light Seal, weighs between 600 and 650 grams. The keyboard is bulkier compared to a MacBook Air or iPad Pro, measuring less than 12 inches in width and weighing three pounds.

Cost of AR Laptop

The Screenless Laptop, Spacetop G1 charges $1,700 and is just a keyboard with spectacles attached.

Spacetop G1 Specs

Spacetop G1, features a Qualcomm Snapdragon QCS8550 CPU, Kryo GPU, Adreno 740 AI, dual eNPU V3, 48 INT8, 12 FP16 TOPs, 16 GB LPDDR5, 128 GB UFS3.1 storage, and 8-hour battery life.

They have two OLED display screens, a 50° field of vision, a 90Hz refresh rate, and very crisp text rendering.

The glasses enable Wi-Fi, Bluetooth, 5G, and a 5MP camera. They also contain a microphone for use in online meetings.

Benefits of AR Laptops

1. Endless View

With Spacetop’s Virtual Desktop, you may get amusement and information without having to navigate around, making it a convenient substitute for real screen space. Although it’s not the only solution with this functionality, this one could be the easiest to use.

A standard keyboard and touchpad, Spacetop’s AR glasses, and a perhaps lower price tag might allow customers to enjoy endless screen areas without sacrificing functionality. For individuals who would rather have a more ordered workstation, this would be a time-saving alternative.

2. Absolute privacy

Multi-monitor laptop attachments should not be used in public areas due to the increased danger of uninvited eyes peeping at private information caused by an excessive number of physical displays. Although privacy screens are available on certain computers and monitors, they are limited to one monitor.

To solve this, Spacetop is a Screenless Laptop, letting the user see their screen alone until it is shared with others. But it also means that those standing close to the user can’t see the screen without their glasses.

3. Improved posture

Laptops’ screens are firmly attached to the keyboard, making them portable yet uncomfortable. Some people find relief from this neck pain by attaching a desktop monitor.

The screenless laptop, Spacetop, provides a more comfortable height and does away with the need for arms or ergonomic monitor supports. Due to this, laptops are a better choice for use at home or in the workplace.

4. Laser Focus

Spacetop G1 is an Augmented Reality (AR) device that reduces visual distractions so users can work productively and enjoy their free time. The apps it may utilize, including Windows or macOS-based software and limited gaming, are restricted by its Android-based operating system and mobile hardware.

Notwithstanding these drawbacks, Spacetop provides a more practical experience than a typical computer since it places all of the necessary components in front of and surrounding users. Instead of letting others decide for them, users may choose whether to allow virtual distractions to affect them.

Highlight – Introducing Travel Mode For Meta Quest Headsets

Best AR Glasses for Laptops

1. Apple AR Glasses

Apple plans to develop AR glasses that look like conventional spectacles with a built-in display. A prototype of the glasses has a thick, attractive frame and resembles high-end luxury sunglasses. With references to Project Starboard and reports of a glassOS, the prototype is anticipated to function on iOS 14.

Though it could take a few more years for a public release, rumors indicate that Apple has already started the second phase of development. The glasses will have the ability to add prescription lenses, gesture-controlled instructions that connect with the Apple Watch, and a true vision display on both lenses.

Possible capabilities include the ability to use virtual things in real-world settings, do activities without using a phone, and enable immersive phone conversations and remote collaboration software.

2. Meta Glasses

Rebranding Facebook to Meta, Mark Zuckerberg is concentrating on augmented reality glasses and headsets. The business plans to deliver Meta spectacles, a prototype of their augmented reality spectacles, in late 2024. The Project Nazare and Project Aria prototypes provide a fully functional augmented reality experience, with 3D visuals and an elegant design. It is anticipated that the Meta Glasses will include an immersive experience with radio, speakers, and cameras, a holographic display with built-in projectors, batteries, and sensors, and a broad field of vision. In 2024, the prototype is anticipated to be released.

3. Xreal Air 2 Ultra

The Air 2 Ultra glasses from Xreal are an improvement over the Air 2 model and are aimed at competing with Apple’s Vision Pro and Meta’s Quest 3 headsets. Complete positional tracking, a form factor akin to eyeglasses, and compatibility for immersive AR apps, TV viewing, and flat-screen gaming are all features of the Air 2 Ultra.

It has a 52-degree field of vision, 500 nits of brightness, two cameras for environmental mapping, hand tracking, and compatibility with Xreal’s Nebula AR environment.

Is AR safe for your eyes?

Prolonged use of AR might result in headaches, nausea, and straining of the eyes. This is a result of our eyes continually focusing on objects at different distances when using AR. This can cause pain and eye tiredness.

Conclusion

The future of laptops with AR like the Spacetop G1 marks a breakthrough in laptop technology by utilizing augmented reality to provide a 100-inch virtual display that improves user posture, productivity, and privacy.

The Spacetop G1 presents a new option for remote work by addressing typical ergonomic concerns associated with standard laptops by mixing AR glasses with a powerful computing machine and the SpaceOS operating system.

Despite several drawbacks associated with its Android-based operating system and the possibility of eye discomfort after extended usage, the Spacetop G1 breaks new ground in augmented reality technology by offering consumers a more useful and engaging experience.

[cillpiines]

DeVoid of Reason

Zedweek day 3: Hermitcraft 7-8/Animal companions

Synopsis: Zedaph explores the Void beneath the Cave of Contraptions.

read on ao3 or beneath the cut!

“Wagh!”

Red blankets bunch and ultimately slip from the side of the bed as Zedaph respawns, bolting up even as bones continue to reform and sinew stitches itself together again. Slowing down to pull the covers back up would be a waste of time as she flings her body off the side, legs trembling with just-respawned fuzziness and not quite catching his crash. The grass and dirt that smear on his clothes remain as she scrabbles up again and dashes off like she’s hopped up on swiftness. Hooves scrape and slide on stone as he races back to his place of death.

Not to retrieve any lost items, of course. There’s more important work at hand.

He scratches his legs sliding onto the edge of the world, the sharp stone digging into his palms and soft yellow wool. “Incredible!” Zedaph yells into the Void, hands and knees braced on the craggy bedrock. The sound, disappointingly, doesn’t echo, instead being swallowed up by the—whatever the Void is!

Zed tacks on an apology to Yoyo for bursting his eardrums as an afterthought, already moving to snatch up the notebook wedged into the stone. It’s important to take notes on experimental design and results. A few strokes of his quill add in observations from the most recent fall; that is, diamonds disintegrate into code faster than Players do. Ink smudges from Zed’s fingers to her face as she ponders the new data. While diamonds are smaller, he’s certainly squishier than the mineral. This is going to take at least several more jumps into the Void to understand!

Sure, she could just ask Xisuma about the plane beneath the bedrock, but where’s the fun in that? A discussion over tea will never match the thrilling joy of discovery, will never send her hair fluttering in crisp freefall. It might still produce a data sheet, but there’s not even a guarantee of that!

No, the Void is for Zedaph to figure out herself right now.

Maybe there was one Voidwalker he would have enjoyed finding answers from…

Nevermind.

The real treat is solving the mysteries and gathering information! Zedaph doesn’t need anybody else to do that, just his brain and a hole in the bedrock! The Void escapades themselves are even more pleasant than originally expected of a dark endless plane that disintegrates everything it drags within its depths. It’s nice! The atmosphere when Zed dangles in it is chilly without quite being cold, and nothing his cardigan can’t handle. If he really gets shivery, he can grab the jacket he stole from Tango last season. When he lets go and plunges into the abyss, he is falling, but if she closes her eyes and focuses, the air resistance is strong enough to feel almost like the space itself is cradling her.

Oh…that could be an idea….

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The Cave of Contraptions is a modern marvel, each meter of space crammed with innovation and ideas that no one in their right mind has ever considered before. Visiting and taking in the new mechanical monstrosities is always a treat for Impulse, with the added bonus of getting to see his friend. Passing the threshold of the plain iron door in a plainer mountainside enters him into a magnificent hodge podge of creativity and often an immediate tour on every new idea.

The rest of the time, Zedaph is hidden somewhere amongst the mess of peculiar contraptions.

“Zedaph?” Impulse calls out, peering around the side of the plinko board, groans of the undead nearly masking his own voice. He heads back toward the Magic Puddle for better acoustics and another peek around that wing of the cave. “Zed!”

“Impulse!” A distant but unmistakable voice chirps. “Down here!”

Impulse pads over to crouch over the lowered storage area and glance around. He swears he checked it already, but when it comes to Zedaph, a closer inspection is never a bad idea. “Where down?”

“The Bumless Pit!”

Of course, there down.

“Coming!” Impulse is plenty familiar with the descent to the hole in the bedrock beneath Zed’s base, having made the trip a few times already during the construction process. He knows the shape of the cavern and the placement of the sharpest hunks of bedrock, knows the sad pig Zed has doomed to a lifetime of dangling. What Impulse doesn’t actually expect to see was another set of fenceposts in the room, the ends of a sheet tied around each.

“Zed?” The space is full of surprises today apparently, also lacking any Zedaph.

“Impulse!”

He’s feeling a little stupid spinning around looking for something, thinking Zed must have rigged up another contraption in this same space, when something in the small cavern shifts.

“Whoa!” Impulse exclaims and steps back because there’s an arm and a head of blonde curls popping up from the hole in the bedrock. The hole that opens up into the Void. Which Zed is now presently lifting himself out of-

Actually, why is he even surprised anymore? It’s Zedaph.

“Zedaph,” he greets. She hums in acknowledgement of his name, struggling to swing her leg up over the bedrock. Impulse reaches out for her arm to help her back to solid ground. “What are you doing?”

“Taking a nap,” Zed answers casually. “What are you doing?”

“A nap,” Impulse repeats, eyebrows going up. “In the Void?”

“Where else was I supposed to?” Zedaph throws her arms out to the sides. “I can’t very well nap in my bed, now can I? What if I wake up on a different side than I did this morning? Nothing would make any sense!”

“Of course not,” Impulse agrees, choosing to ignore the several other locations for napping and instead leaning over to peer into the hole in the bedrock. The sheet tied to the posts in the room spills into the abyss, the supported ends forming the shape of a— “Is that a hammock?”

“Yup! Wanna try it out?” Zed’s got that almost-manic grin on his face that Impulse can ironically take familiar comfort in. Lava will continue to bubble, the sun will rise again tomorrow, and Zedaph will take joy in morally dubious and dangerous activities.

“Isn’t that kind of dangerous?” And yet…even as he asks that, Impulse finds his gaze slipping back to the deep darkness of the world below. The Void is difficult to truly focus on in the End, with raiding and battle at the forefront of the mind. The Nether doesn’t have any visible Void, lost beyond the haze and fog of the roof. The bottom of Zed’s cave is a perfect place to stand and…appreciate it. The swirling specks of color dotting through the endless inky black are almost hypnotic, drawing the eye to the next and drawing the eye deeper within. It’s kind of beautiful, kind of entrancing.

“The danger’s the fun part!” Zed’s voice snaps Impulse’s attention back to the Overworld. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little death.”

“I’ve got so much XP, dude,” Impulse smiles down at his friend.

“You can get that back! Don’t you want the value of an experience?” Violet eyes twinkle with mischief and anticipation, nearly reminiscent of the stars embedded within the Void itself.

“What do you think XP stands for?”

“A zombie reporter guy,” Zed waves off. “This is a real experience anyway! How often do you get to dangle? In the Void, no less!”

Impulse spares a glance back down to the pit. Hanging beneath a ledge isn’t too different from Skyblock, really. It’s nothing new for him, just a simple change of environment. Black instead of blue. “How do you get into the hammock?”

Zedaph cheers and describes how to simply let go from the bedrock and drop into it.

Being with Zed is always a bit of a leap of faith; Impulse lets himself fall into the fabric. He quickly tries to adjust the fabric to hold his weight more comfortably. Considerably taller than Zedaph, the existing layout of pillow and blanket within the hammock aren’t quite suited to him. He successfully gets a pillow beneath his head and leans back, each hand gripping the sides to literally hold on for his life. The Void presses in around him, almost breathing down his neck. “How do you sleep like this?”

“It’s really nice once you forget about your inevitable death!” Zedaph assures, leaning her whole upper body over the ledge with a bright smile.

Impulse settles in the hammock and tries to let go of the gnawing anxiety that there’s a hungry abyss beneath him. The sheet strung up to be the hammock is a finely spun wool and very soft, gentle against Impulse’s arms. The atmosphere of the Void is sharp, but simply resting in it instead of hurtling through it allows it to only be sharp like an autumn morning. Impulse’s tee and shorts simply aren’t enough to remain comfortably for long, but there’s a peace in being separate from the hustle of the Overworld. Separate from the work, but not separate from every other thing.

There’s potential here, Impulse has to admit. It could be a really neat hangout spot…well, it’s Zed’s for now. Maybe next season.

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The Void makes a fantastic rubbish bin.

Lounging in her hammock, Zedaph tosses another crumpled piece of paper off the edge. It’s commonplace enough at this point that he doesn’t even lean over to watch it dissolve. “Too efficient,” he murmurs to herself instead, scribbling out the beginnings of a new design. Any contraption that enters the Cave should be unique, interesting, something that turns a few heads. They should never, ever be at peak operating compacity. Impulse and Tango must be rubbing off on her, she muses, drawing out squiggly lines to represent kelp on the page. Why walk across the whole cave for an item when the important things could be summoned through an elaborate transport system that takes far longer for results? So, the dispenser launches the items across ice into an upwards water stream and-

All at once, the sheet of the hammock shifts.

Well, obviously Zedaph knows it wasn’t all at once. Repeated instances of bearing weight facilitated a strain that was a long time coming, slowly splintering the wood of the post that was never replaced and loosening the knot that wasn’t tied well enough.

Still, the results occur all at once.

The fabric slips and Zedaph goes with it, a yelp torn from his throat as his grip on his pen and notepad tighten. If only he had reacted faster, she would’ve thrown them back up onto the bedrock and saved all the hard work. He’s sure his arm is good enough to make that shot now. As it stands, the pages of good ideas will end up a snack for the Void as well as the bad.

Oh, and Zed too.

The sheet falls, plunging into the depths of the Void and just as swiftly torn apart into particles.

The last of the fabric slips away from where it clung to Zedaph, falling victim to the hungry Void. Zedaph remains. Hammockless.

He blinks mouth frozen mid shout, suspended in nothing. She glances around, finding only the typical expanse of the Void. He glances beneath him, finding only endless space and the remaining pixels of her hammock.

“...Huh.”

Zedaph tucks the notepad close to her chest, reaching out with her other hand and finding nothing solid against her palm. He pokes at the space right next to his leg, clearly suspended by something, and still feels nothing. With his hand at least. Against her leg and bum, there’s a soft yet stable type of pressure. “Is this…a glitch?” he guesses. The tricky details of the universe such as this are his bread and butter; he’ll have to start planning out another contraption immediately!

She stands on shaky legs, still finding some kind of structurally sound flooring beneath his hooves. First things first, he brings his arm back and throws the notepad back to the bedrock around the pit. Haha! He knew those throwing lessons would pay off!

With that squared away, she experimentally sweeps a leg out into the nothingness, finding the solid ground present wherever her hoof touches. It holds true even when he jumps in place, both legs coming back down on invisible ground. It holds up even when he tries taking a full step forward and glances up at the bedrock ceiling to check that the mouth of the pit is, in fact, farther away.

The limit is finally drawn when she takes a leap forward, pushing all her weight behind it. His hooves fall right past the point he’s come to understand as the “floor,” and it’s only a matter of time before the rest of him is falling. Nothing reaches out to catch him this time, and Zedaph plunges into the endless darkness.

She gasps as he wakes up in bed, the last bit of keratin on his fingertips forming back into place. The chill of the Void still lingers, pricking his skin into goosebumps beneath her cardigan. She bundles the blankets closer. “Brilliant...”

Zedaph allows himself to tumble out of bed, crashing to the floor and dragging the mess of blankets across the netherrack back down to the bottom of the world.

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“When you said you needed me in your hole, this is not what I thought you meant.”

Tango and Zedaph stand side by side at the edge of the Bumless Pit, gazing into its mysterious depths. “Tango!” Zed scolds, “Get your head out of the gutter!”

Tango cackles as Zed swats his arm, unbothered by the light smacks. “So, what’s the problem with your hole?”

“My hole is being quite peculiar, Tango,” Zedaph says seriously. “I think you need to check it out. Really get in there.”

Hands resting on his hips, Tango nods just as seriously. “I’ll do a thorough examination of your hole, don’t worry.”

“Great!” Zedaph chirps. “I need you to jump into it.”

The two look back to the opening of the Bumless Pit in perfect unison, Zedaph with a smile and Tango rolling his eyes. “No hammock this time?”

“Nope! We’re running an experiment!”

Tango sighs, dropping down a bedroll to set his spawn. “It’s always something with you,” he remarks, pulling his items out from his plethora of pockets and letting them fall to stable ground. Zed giggles something mad and delighted as his friend shimmies up to the edge of the pit, peering into the darkness.

“Let me know if you land on anything,” Zed instructs.

“Wh- land on—” And there’s hands on his back and the hands are shoving and the next moment he’s falling, falling, falling.

There’s nothing out here to catch him; there’s nothing in the Void but Void, stretching endlessly over the space beneath the world. Tango squints his eyes to peer around for what Zed could have been referring to, but the harsh atmosphere blurs even his Netherian eyes and nothing stands out against the tapestry of ink and pinpricks of distant light.

Then his time is up, the environment itself gnawing his skin, flesh, being away. Becoming part of the sprawl of the inevitable.

Tango wakes up to violet eyes in his face and does not scream. But let the record show that if he did scream, it would be a manly one.

“Stop screaming,” Zed instructs, putting a hand over Tango’s mouth and settling atop Tango’s lap on the bedroll. “Did you hit anything?”

“There’s nothing there, Zed,” Tango spits out, batting the hand away from his face.

“That’s what you think!” Tango only just gets used to the weight on his legs before Zed is jumping up, hands already waving about. “There’s something weird about it!”

And ZedaphPlays loves weird, Tango fills in easily. “So, ask Xisuma.”

“Too easy,” she shoots back, sticking her head into the hole. “And that’s like me asking you about the geology of basalt deltas.”

She’s got him there. “Well, X is actually smart. And has a bagillion things of information.”

“I’m kind of smart!” Zedaph defends, to which Tango scoffs. “I have science!”

“And unfortunately, no brain.” Tango delights in Zed’s resulting expression, cheeks puffed out and reddened.

“I’ll have you know I have several brains!” She jabs her pointer finger up toward another segment of the cave. “I have a highly inefficient farm!”

“Okay, brain boy.” Tango leans forward, Zed sticking her tongue out at him. “Use that brainpower and explain to me what you learned from me jumping to my death.”

Zed shrugs nonchalantly, thick cardigan bunching around her shoulders. “I wanted to see if you’d die. You did.”

“Wh—” Tango sputters. “Obviously I’d die!” Zed’s tricky and a thorn in Tango’s side, but this still doesn’t feel like a Zedaph prank. Pushing someone into the Void for fun is too easy, too simple. That’s not who Zedaph is.

“I didn’t,” Zed tosses out. “Then I did, but first I didn’t. So it can’t be that the Void prefers blondes…”

“Hold up, go back.” Tango holds his hands up. “You didn’t die?” He gets to his feet, joining Zedaph by the hole in the bedrock.

Zedaph shakes his head, curls bouncing. “Nope! You did though.”

“I gotta see this for myself,” he explains, wasting no time in throwing his whole-body weight against his friend, thick clothing colliding and Zedaph losing her balance on the rock.

He blinks and finds Zedaph sprawled out on his back a few feet down in the abyss, slightly beneath the dangling Yoyo. “Replication is good for science!” he calls up. “I’m starting to think it’s not a glitch!”

Tango gapes, watching Zedaph get to her feet upon nothing. “What!” he cries, tangling a hand in his flames. “What are you— what is this!”

“I don’t know yet!” Zedaph grins up at him, cheek squishing up. “I’ve got a 63% success rate!”

“Hang on, stay there.” Tango sits down on the edge of the bedrock, tail swishing behind him. He aims for directly next to his friend and lets himself drop.

And drop. And drop.

He falls right past Zedaph, her fingers only able to graze his arm before he was out of range. He yelps, vaguely registering Zed’s “whoa!” above him.

Tango shivers upon respawn but doesn’t hesitate to march back over and argue with Zedaph, who insists he “try it again!”

The rest of the afternoon passes by in the cavern beneath Zedaph’s base. The final success rate comes out to a sad 0 out of 37 for Tango, 21 out of 31 for Zedaph, and 0 for the couple sheep they tossed in.

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“Maybe you just have something wrong in your code,” Tango hypothesizes, attempting to toss a crisp into his mouth and missing.

Impulse nods along to that, tearing a bite of his sandwich and swinging his legs over the edge of the endstone. “You could ask X to check on that.”

“I will,” Zedaph lies, laying a few meters down in the Void, scritching an endermite under the chin. “Hey, what’s a better name: Chancellor Chitin or Gregory?”

“The first one, obviously.” Tango tosses a crisp down at Zedaph’s face and the conversation moves on.

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The thin streak of inky black woven through the back of Zed’s fluffy golden curls goes unnoticed.

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Summary: The Ninja find an old photo

Warnings: kinda bad writing, author is tired

Prompt: Day 17 - Past | Childhood | "Who is that again?"

Extra: The Ninja get to learn about my pre-canon AU! Set just barely before S7. Like, maybe a day before.

A cloud of dust flooded the air.

Jay coughed and sneezed as a majority of it coated his fluffy brown hair, pale freckled skin, and electric blue clothes. He glared at Kai, who stood precariously on a ladder above his blue counterpart, a guilty smile on his face.

Zane sighed and swept the dust off Jay and out of the temple as Kai brought down another box.

"Watch it, jerk!" The air sparked angrily with Jay's outburst, brunette hair frizzing up. "You covered me in dust!"

"Sorry, the box had a label and I wanted to read it," Kai responded, although there was an obvious lack of regret in his tone.

Jay huffed, "Hope it was worth it, this shirt's my favorite."

The two then ogled the label, which read "Cre + Wo + Spin".

Kai wrinkled his brow, trying to understand what it meant.

"Cre + Wo + Spin?" Jay questioned.

Kai shrugged and carried the cardboard container over to the miscellaneous pile.

Sensei Wu spotted the box as he entered the room. He gently pried the box open, a sentimental look on his face as he viewed the contents.

The Ninja, interested in what had caught their master's attention, crowded the old dragoni. There was a photo of six people at the top of the pile, which Sensei Wu carefully lifted out of storage.

Some of the people looked familiar. There were young Wu and Garmadon, Kai recognised his and Nya's parents, Ray and Maya, and Cole recognised his mother, Lily. They all quietly noticed a child that easily matched the description of Morro, had the ghost been alive and younger. The one they were stumped on was the blond lady with her arms excitedly hooked around Maya and Lily's shoulders, a beaming smile painted on her features.

"Who is that again?" Jay asked, pointing to the blonde woman.

"That is your biological mother, Jay. Her name was Libber. Unfortunately, your mother passed, and I am unsure as to what happened to your father," Wu informed him.

The Ninja gasped, while Jay zoned out. Nya discreetly tapped his arm until he returned to focus.

"Morro knew our parents?" Nya questioned.

Wu nodded, not removing his gaze from the preserved picture. "Before they all left to start their own lives, we were very closely knit. And even when they did, it was not uncommon for us or them to visit."

"Did Morro know my mom?" Lloyd asked out of pure curiosity.

"Yes, although they were not close," his sensei answered.

"What was it like back then?" Zane wondered.

"Lively is a word for it," Wu exhaled as he reminisced. "Morro was much happier and didn't care as much for being the Green Ninja. Ray and Maya often jokingly referred to him as their son, saying that if I hadn't adopted him, they would've."

"Woah, woah, woah. You adopted Morro?" Jay blanched as the Ninja stared at Wu in shock.

"Well, it was a long time ago, but yes," he admitted. "He and Garmadon were particularly close as well. Since the prophecy wasn't often taken seriously then, they would joke about Morro's believed role of the Green Ninja, and Garmadon's as the great evil. He would always listen to Libber's endless stream of words, and he enjoyed dancing with Lily."

The old man waited for the information to sink in. "I'm sure your parents are the reason he didn't spiral earlier, and I'm ever grateful for their unconditional, supportive love that they happily gave to everyone. I'm sure they are all proud of who you are today."

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Subsystems and You 14: Grimoires

(art by Candra on DeviantArt)

While they contain so much magical potential, spellbooks themselves are surprisingly not magical in nature (at least, not in the D&D/Pathfinder paradigm). Sure, you get the blessed book item for extremely large storage capacity, but not much else unless you personally enchant your book as a unique magical item.

Well, I say that, but there was an exception in First Edition, namely in some of the pregenerated example spellbooks in Ultimate Magic, which has the bifecta of unique magical abilities tied to those books and a handful of cantrips that were mentioned but actually cut from the final book, leaving us with two levels of frustrating. But while those cantrips got released online later on, they never really expanded on how to enchant the books themselves with those unique abilities beyond the assumption of “treat it like a normal custom magic item”.

However, the idea of spellbooks having their own magical abilities apparently stuck with someone, or was reintroduced organically, as they got their second shot in Second Edition. I present to you, Grimoires!

Whether it be an accident of passively absorbing the magical power of the words and notes inscribed on them or deliberate customization on the part of the owner, grimoires not only store a spellcaster’s spells, but also have a built-in magical effect that the mage can draw upon to store in their body for later use, meaning that even if the caster and grimoire are separated later, the caster can still use the effect for that day when they need it. Most are free actions you can use just before casting certain spell types to enhance them, though there are exceptions.

Just like spellbooks, grimoires come in many different forms, and their forms often help dictate or inform their purpose, such as the acid-etched brass pages of the corrosive engravings grimoire bolstering acid and poison spells, while the infinite pages of the endless grimoire offer infinite space for transcription while also allowing the caster to prepare an additional spell based on the version. Meanwhile, the architect’s pattern book allows spells that create physical or extradimensional buildings to have additional recreational activities to bolster the mind and body during rest, while harrow spellcards bolster divination spells by letting one draw from the deck and gain a bonus based on the suit drawn. And this barely touches on what grimoires are available.

With both options for specialized casters and more general ones, a grimoire can be a very interesting and iconic addition to any wizard or magus’ arsenal.

That will do for today, though, but tune in next week for more archetypes and options!