#haycine

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Now, it's time for another version of this meme!

First ship is from @paganmindidnothingwrong

Second is one of my favorite.

And the third one is from my friend @l0s3r335!

[ikosburneraccount]

OMG NOOOOOOOOOO I didn't mean to accidentally make fun of you 😭 I was making fun of the Aussie accent cause they always add an "-aur" sound instead when a word ends with the letter "o" 😭😭😭 SORRY BESTIE

and now I need to know how you pronounce Jacin 😭

there are people out there that pronounce iko as ikaur. food for thought

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MAZ Section 2, Chapter 1; Awake in a Strange Place

Ugh. That was an epic, albeit disturbing, dream. It felt so real. I nearly feel dizzy, can almost sense abrasions on my skin. Actually, there are. I shoot up out of bed, not my bed, this isn’t my bed. Why isn’t this my bed? Rolling up my black pyjama pants, which I don’t remember putting on, or even buying, I see scratches and gashes up my right leg. Shit, that was real? It wasn’t a dream? Oh, damn, so I must be in hospital. I’m in hospital, of course. Somewhere between Rivertown and Halls Gap. I could be anywhere, that’s a long way. This doesn’t quite look like a hospital. Or not what I expected, at least. Never having been inside an actual hospital, this is strange. As if waking up somewhere I didn’t go to sleep isn’t strange enough. White walls, gold floor, trim and door. Aren’t hospitals supposed to white? Or, like, light blue? The harsh white light blinds me. My clothes have been changed. Do I feel violated? I don’t know because isn’t that part of the nursing/doctoring job? I suppose it would be hard to save someone’s life with torn up clothing in the way. It could very well still be Tuesday 7th, the day we were on our way to Halls Gap for the school camp. Or it could be Wednesday, or Thursday, or Friday. There’s no way of telling for sure how long I’ve been out. My head’s confused. Should I be freaking out? Or should I feel safe, gratified, that someone came along and took us to hospital? Oh I hope Ruby’s alright. She must be somewhere close by. My feet make no noise on the cold and polished floor. There is no lock or handle on the door, so I push against it gently. It doesn’t want to open so easily, so use a bit more force. Nope, nothing. I shove my whole body into it, and still, it doesn’t budge. Maybe it’s a pull door, not push? I try that, but I can’t understand how one is supposed to open this damn door. Perhaps we aren’t. Not from the inside. Could it possibly be that only the doctors can open them? Maybe they have a key card or some sort of fancy techy lock on the outside. Is it voice activated? “Open.” I command of it. “Unlock.” Still won’t move. “Open sesame? Alohomora?” Okay, I’m really getting nervous now. Scared, even. “Hello? Is someone there? I’m awake now and I can’t open the door? Could I please get some help? Anyone?” I’m stuck. I look around for another exit, or something else that could help me get out. I don’t know what to look for, but even if I did, even if I had any idea, I wouldn’t succeed. There’s nothing here, apart from the bed. The bed that isn’t mine. Where am I? Where could I be? It’s spacious enough in here, I suppose, but I’m trapped. I’m not claustrophobic, but I’m scared out of my mind. How long have I been here? How long will I be here? Will someone come get me? My breathing turns rough, my chest tightens. It’s so quiet and that scares me further. I guess there’s nothing to do but sit down in a corner and endure through this approaching anxiety attack. I can’t organise my thoughts; ‘I don’t want to be here’, ‘Why am I here?’, ‘Where are the others are they okay?’, ‘What’s going to happen to us?’, ‘What’s going to happen to me?’ My mind is turning too fast for me to follow, so I try to concentrate on doing breathing exercises. Meditating, 5 seconds inhaling through the nose, 5 seconds exhaling through the mouth. In, out. In, out. Out through the nose, in through the mouth. Wait. No, that’s not right. Damn, who knew breathing was so hard? I finally calm down enough to be reasonable with myself. I reinforce the idea that I’m safe, and that I’ll be home soon. A hear sudden noises, and instead of my heart leaping out of my chest, it feels like it just went back into my spine. A deep voice talking outside, a few pairs of feet stomping, growing fainter as they walk away. The wall starts to whirr and hiss, and makes all sorts of sounds. A door-sized whole dissolves in front of my eyes. A short man in an oversized speckled gold coat appears in the way. He enters, trailed by a taller, more threatening-seeming man who brings with him a cart full of miscellaneous objects. The short man keeps walking towards me while the tall one takes his place against the wall. The short man is smiling warmly, inciting hope in me. Up close I can see an embellishment on his jacket, a bizarre pattern with the lets M, A, Z over the top of it. I wonder what MAZ is. Maybe it’s his initials? “Good morning, my dear Emoni McLaris.” He knows my name! Ok how does he know my name? Oh, duh, he’s a doctor, hospitals know this stuff. He sees me stiffen and he chuckles softly. “Oh, darling, don’t worry. I’m a doctor, of sorts. Of course I know your name.” Just as I thought. Nothing to fear. “My name is Doctor Haycinth.” So, not his initials, then. “And I’m sorry to say that, yesterday you and your classmates suffered a car crash. Well, a car crashed into your bus.” “I’d hoped it was a dream.” I admit. Haycinth shakes his head. “Sorry, no. it was the real deal. I’m the head of this here sanatorium you find yourself in. When my team found you and your class, they contacted me and I immediately came to the rescue.” His face falls further. “This may be upsetting, but I must inform you that, unfortunately, some of your classmates have died.” Ruby? Oh my gosh no not Ruby, I couldn’t live without her. “Some had passed before I even arrived on the scene. Two actually departed along the journey here. Terrible stuff. My condolences.” “Ruby?” I utter. “Ruby? Ruby Newell? Is she okay? Is she alive? Is she alright?” Nodding his head, he says ‘yes’. Maybe I can try to breathe again. “May I explain some further things to you?” “Go ahead.” He sits down with me on the floor. “I’m not your typical suburban doctor, you see. I founded a great society many years ago, it has since blossomed to reach its full potential, in the form of this establishment we stand in. The Medical Alteration Zone, or ‘MAZ’, specialises in experimental methods that the government deems unsuitable for mainstream use.” MAZ. That sounds ambiguously familiar. “But, please don’t be threatened by what we do. We also function as any other normal hospital would. Take yourself, for example. A bus crash. We aren’t solely focused on silly little science experiments.” He laughs, encouraging me to laugh with him, so I don’t feel endangered. I do laugh, but I do still feel scared. “Can I see my friends?” I venture. “Certainly, although not yet. Most are still recovering, you see. It was a traumatic experience.” He sounds quite upset. “Oh, yeah, of course,” I understand. “I assumed you’ve called my parents?” He juts his head on an angle and says “Yes. It was an upsetting phone call, but their glad you’re ok and they’re on their way to come collect you and take you home. I’m sorry about your school trip.” So everything’s great! I’ll be reunited with my family soon enough, and when Ruby’s better we can go shopping like we used to, everything will be back to normal. “It’s okay, I didn’t really wanna come anyway. So was anything wrong with me? I mean I saw the scrapes on my legs, but did you have to operate?” Haycinth perks up. “Fortunately not, Miss McLaris. But we did run a few standard tests etcetera, and you’re mostly fine and healthy. Other than the shock.” “I must tell you something that you won’t believe, but I swear it’s true. You’ll probably think I’m lying because of how,” he laughs shortly, “outlandish this will sound to you.” Is he gonna tell me that I’m pregnant? “You have a brother. Lowen Stanis” Aha, good one. “He’d be 23 now. 15 years ago, in 2022, your happy little family of four took the scenic route to your grandparent’s farm, I believe. But your car collided with another.” No, that’s just a sullen scene I invented in my head… “Luckily, you all survived. However, 8-year-old Lowen moseyed away from the scene. Three days later, this precious child chanced upon our property, and we took him in. Adopted him. Of course, we told your parents he had been kidnapped. Convinced them to change their name and move. They did just that, McLaris.” This is bullshit. “This is bullshit.” I say. “We began testing him when he turned 10. We’re ruthless scientific investigators, but we’re not horrible people; we would never hurt a child.” I still don’t believe him. “Sure, it’s still bullshit, though. I’m an only child. I think I would know if I had a brother.” “Ah, but you don’t. Do you what repressed memories are, Miss McLaris?” Haycinth asks condescendingly. He doesn’t let me answer. “They are memories that have been unconsciously locked due to the memory being associated with a high level of stress or trauma. Can you tell me of a traumatic incident you’ve been through?” “Stepping in gum.” I spit venomously. “When you were in the baby booster seat in the back of the car when you crashed and your brother went missing, I would expect. You blocked all previous memories at that moment.” …that makes sense. I learned about memories in Psychology class, and what he says does ring true to it. But, my parents would’ve said something, surely…? Haycinth presses some buttons on a remote and the wall in front of me, the same wall that materialised a doorway, turns into a screen. A photo of a laughing baby. “This-“ “Ooh! Ooh! Let me guess! Is it my fake brother?” “Indeed, Miss McLaris. Lowen Stanis, 4 months old.” Like a slideshow, it switches to another image. An older boy, about 5. A few more pictures of the same age, then “This photo was taken the morning of your car crash. Isn’t he handsome? Oh, and there’s you.” Unexplainably, it is me. And the car we’re standing in front of with…my mother. That’s my mother. And it truly looks authentic. But no way, I don’t have a brother, never did. How did they get this photo? I’ve never seen anything like it. “Photos can easily be edited.” The snapshot morphs into another, the same boy. “We took these when we found him.” This picture blends into one of a dashing teen. “16 years old, here.” Haycinth narrates, as if I can’t see for myself. “This next one,” the screen changes, “is my personal favourite. How he was at 18, just around the time he built up a certain…immunity. His body resisted our sturdiest chemicals.” “Lowen developed…abilities. Ones we had never seen before. None of our other subjects had ever shocked us like this. We were stumped. Still are, a bit. Since he ran away when he was about your age, we have made advancements in finding a cure. He is sick, Emoni. And we need you to help us help him.” The screen changes once more; “This is what we believe him to look like now, at 23 years old his features should be mostly the same. We cannot find out boy, Emoni. Will you assist in returning him to us? To his home?” “Even if he did exist I wouldn’t help you.” I spit venomously. “Would you like some food? I’m sure you starving by now.” His noiseless companion takes a gold platter out of the cart, brings it over to me and reveals a meal like I’ve never before seen. Two big chunks of steaming meat that I struggle to identify, atop potato slices and an eccentric salad. Something drizzling down the meat; sauce. He hands me a black knife and fork wrapped in a black serviette. What a peculiar colour scheme they have going on here. I am famished. Ravenously I snatch up the cutlery and take the plate, sitting it down in front of my crossed legs on the floor. Just before I dig in, I hesitate. What if they’ve put some sort of experimental drug in it? Are they experimenting on me? Doctor Haycinth bends down, takes the fork from my hand, and peels of a portion of meat, exposing the soft and tender sinews. He takes the mouthful and returns the fork to me. “It’s safe. We don’t want to hurt you.” Awesome, I can eat it. Who cares for table manners when there isn’t a table? “Will you help us to help him?” Haycinth begs. I get back to my meal, making a start on the potato. It tastes…artificial. This has taken an unexpected turn. And so have I. They did drug me. The potatoes have left me paralysed from the neck down. Unable to move, I fall sideways onto the cold hard ground that I was admiring only a few moments ago. “What’s happening? What are you doing to me?” I manage to vocalise. “I can’t move.” “Hmm yes.” He nods to his mate, who picks me up and lays me down on the bed. Haycinth holds his palm to a panel in the wall next to the bed, which opens up and closes around his wrist. It must be an ID scanner or something of the like. More whirring and stirring and a section of the floor moves out of the way of a rising containment. The Silent Man lifts me again and roughly walks me to it. Laying me down in it, Haycinth removes his hand from the wall to come and restrain me, which seems excessive considering I CAN’T MOVE TO DEFEND MYSELF. He and the Silent Man continue to buckle me down. “We were trying to make super-soldiers. But, that obviously didn’t turn out how we expected. And neither did Lowen. We consider him to be an anomaly. Actually, a few of the staff have taken to the nickname; ‘The Anomaly’.” Haycinth laughs. Hahaha, so funny. “Will you tell us the whereabouts of his location?” (I think that ‘whereabouts’ and ‘location’ mean the same thing?) I stare blankly ahead, trying not to try. “Hmm? No? Well that’s alright, I’ll see you tomorrow. Maybe you’ll have changed your mind by then. In the meantime, my friend will stay here to comfort you.” Haycinth makes his leave. The Silent Man picks up shiny metal piece that worries me. He laughs sadistically as he brings it to my face to show my source of torture to me. He makes his first cut, slow and excruciating on my shoulder. He then slides it down, slicing open the skin of my arm. I try my best not to scream.

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Resenha, Lorens & Humanos – 1° livro da trilogia MeTRÔ | Desencaixados

Título: Lorens & Humanos – 1° livro da trilogia MeTRÔ Autor: Joshua Rubberman Editora: PandorgA Gênero: Ficção Científica Número de Páginas: 240

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Sinopse: Algo que me chocou profundamente durante meu curto aprendizado ao lado de Loan, foi a cena repleta de sangue e ódio em que um homem mata a sua mulher após ter acabado de dar a luz. O recém-nascido foi vitimado na sequência pela fúria incontrolável do pai.

Na ocasião, eu sequer sabia da profusão de sentimentos que envolvem o nascimento de uma criança em uma situação normal. Tão inimaginável quanto, precisa ser o poder de uma força destrutiva contrária, capaz de inverter toda a lógica daquela situação. E mesmo assim, ausente de qualquer sentimento – algo peculiar à nossa raça – jamais esquecerei aqueles momentos tão estranhamente desconfortáveis.

Amor, ódio, alegria ou tristeza. Palavras tão estranhas quanto a sua reação nos humanos, quando analisadas sob a perspectiva de um loren. No seu mundo – se vocês pudessem nos ver – nós seriamos a personificação da energia em tons de azul. Em nosso mundo, vocês chamariam a atenção devido as estranhas reações quando submetidos aos vários tons de energia, em especial a de coloração vermelha. Energia a qual julgávamos ser imunes, até pouco tempo atrás…

O primeiro livro da trilogia MeTRÔ conta a história dos Lorens, extraterrestres que são feitos de pura energia azul (hyacin, energia pura e boa). Os Lorens são seres diferentes de vários livros que contém aliens/extraterrestres que costumamos a ler, eles são bondosos. Até pouco tempo eles creram que eram inatingíveis ao cerven (energia vermelha, negativa), mas isso muda quando uma explosão de cerven atinge-os, próximo a destruir o local que eles habitavam, o metrô. As coisas vão mudando quando eles tem que procurar um planeta novo, para conseguir recuperar oshyacin perdido, mas tudo muda quando eles encontra o planeta Terra.

Toda vez que uma criança está nascendo uma certa quantidade de haycin domina o local, aquilo chama a atenção dos Lorens. Dominado pela grande quantidade de hyacin que irradiava naquele local, os Lorens resolvem estudar um modo de pegar aquele hyacin sem atingir os humanos.

E é nesse enrendo que iremos nos encantar com a história. Entre amor, superação, conhecimento e muita energia boa e ruim, conheceremos a vida dos Lorens e ao mesmo tempo conheceremos os humanos, ao seu ponto de vista.

 Antes de tudo quero deixar claro que ainda estou de ressaca literária, mas estou melhorando cada dia que se passa. Demorei uma semana para ler o livro, olha que ele é aqueles livros que você consegue ler em uma tarde. Mas independente do tempo que fiquei lendo, compartilharei com vocês as minhas opiniões sobre o livro e o autor.

Bom, eu estou um pouco sem jeito pra começar, mas como gostei muito da capa, é por ai que iniciarei.

Leitores lindos, a capa do livro é perfeitamente elaborada, quem leu o livro sabe muito bem do que estou falando. Ela retrata bem o que diz na história, sem se falar do acabamento que deixou-me de queixo caído. As cores vermelho e azul não é muito “combináveis”, mas nessa capa eles combinaram perfeitamente, a mesclagem da energia azul e vermelha com a silhueta de um homem, tem muito a dizer. Se eu fosse “jurado de capas”, se é que existe isso, eu daria um 10 sem pensar duas vezes.

Mas o que adianta uma capa linda, sendo que a escrita pode ser não tão boa quanto a capa?! Pois bem, Joshua Rubberman não é esse tipo de autor, vamos ao que interessa. Existem muitos autores que preferem conquistar o leitor pela capa do livro, para que esse mesmo leitor fique encantado com a história. É, pode dizer que isso não é errado, porque nenhum leitor descarta um livro com a capa perfeita e a sinopse de tirar o fôlego. No primeiro livro da trilogia MeTRÔ nós encontraremos esses dois aspectos, além da capa e da sinopse, a escrita e a história do livro são perfeitas.

Joshua Rubberman é capaz de fazer o leitor sofrer junto com o personagem, ele tem uma escrita invejável, sem se falar na história bem planejada. Todos os personagens do livro são bem construídos, em nenhum momento o livro tem pontos soltos, todas cenas têm o seu momento certo e Joshua soube encaixar todos sem se perder.

Uma coisa que chamou a minha atenção, foi como o autor finalizou alguns capítulos. Ele finalizava uns como se estivesse contando uma história para seu filho, ou sei lá. Eu não sei explicar, mas é tipo assim “E é sobre isso que vamos conversar amanhã, pequeno aprendiz, sobre os… Tenha um bom descanso, Nim, e até amanhã. Pag. 89”. Gente, vocês não concordam comigo? É bem legal ler um livro na qual parece que o escritor está conversando com você. Eu ainda não sei exatamente se esse foi a intenção do Joshua, mas se não foi, ele conseguiu me conquistar com isso. Além de conhecermos os Lorens, no livro nós conheceremos um pouco mais sobre nós, humanos.

Muitas pessoas devem está pensando que sou puxa saco de autor, mas é muito pelo contrário. Eu gosto de valorizar os nacionais, gosto de valorizar o que é nosso e, em nenhum momento gosto de mentira. Então quero que todos saibam, tudo que estou dizendo nessa resenha, é sincero, é verdadeiro e não é um “puxação de saco”. Leitores, me façam um favor? Corram pra livraria mais próxima e compre Lorens e Humanos, o primeiro livro da trilogia MeTRÔ, eu tenho a plena certeza que você não vão se arrepender.

Por Victor Tadeu