#milton talos principle

[zzuta8]

Good stuff 📺 ♥️

All the monitors are actual characters tee-hee

[theomisama]

looking at their release date and spinning excitedly

looking at their release date and spinning excitedly

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Flight Attendant Training Exposed: I Wanted Free Flights, Not a Lifestyle Cult

My First Week of Training Showed Me I Should’ve Stayed a Nanny

You ever walk into a situation and immediately think, “Yeah… this ain’t it”?

That was me, day one of flight attendant training in Las Vegas.

I walked into that orientation room thinking I was entering my jet-set baddie era. You know heels clacking, lip gloss popping, ready to secure my wings and a whole new life. But the moment I sat down next to someone who was already highlighting her manual like it was the Bible and whispering flight codes under her breath like she was summoning a demon from Gate 42B… I knew. I had entered the cult of the sky.

I wasn't surrounded by other fun girls who just wanted free flights and international sneaky links. No, ma’am. These people were serious. Like “I was born to push a beverage cart and quote FAA regulations in my sleep” serious.

Meanwhile, I was sitting there wondering how soon I’d get my buddy passes and how I could finesse them for a weekend trip to Tulum.

Let’s be clear I was doing the work. I was studying. I was passing exams. But my heart? Not in it. My soul? Absolutely not. My spirit? It was on a beach somewhere sipping a mojito, wondering why my body was stuck in this beige conference room learning how to properly stow a life vest.

But one thing I will say I met some dope people. Real ones. My training besties: Francesca, Will, and eventually, Lea. Let me paint the picture:

Francesca, my roommate, and a literal angel. Ironically, we had met a year before, drunk in a nightclub bathroom, where she told me I was beautiful and gave me a tampon. (Fate? Maybe. Girl code? Definitely.)

Will, the ultimate class clown and sarcastic king. We bonded over talking sh*t about literally everyone else and making fun of the “this is my life purpose” crew. I knew he was my people when he side-eyed the instructor mid-safety demo like, “Sir, relax. It's not a TED Talk.”

And then there was Lea mysterious, quiet, vibes immaculate. She was the type who didn’t say much, but when she did, it hit. She kept to herself at first, but eventually we adopted her into our little misfit family. And thank God, because Lea brought the chill we needed to balance our chaos.

Together, we made training tolerable. We studied together, gossiped in the hallway, and trauma bonded over the cafeteria food (why did everything taste like wet cardboard?). But still… something felt off.

I started realizing I was not like the others. They cried during the safety videos. They screamed “teamwork makes the dream work” unironically. They wanted coworker barbecues. ME? I wanted a flexible schedule and to go ghost on my off days.

Then… Enter the Villain: Karen, the training team leader from hell. (No, her real name wasn’t Karen, but let’s be real she gave big Karen energy.)

She did not like me. From the jump. I could feel it in my bones. I wasn’t rah rah enough, didn’t pretend to be obsessed with the training manual, didn’t cry when we watched the “inspiration” video about how this job was “more than just peanuts and seatbelts.” (Spoiler alert: it’s not.)

I wasn’t trying to be fake. I just wasn’t trying to pretend that this was my lifelong calling when it really wasn’t. I just wanted to make it through training, collect my wings, and start collecting travel points and travel stories. But sis made it her mission to make my life miserable. It was like I didn’t drink the KoolAid, so she started side eying my cup.

Every little thing I did, she picked at. Didn’t smile enough. Didn’t raise my hand enough. Didn’t clap enthusiastically when they showed us how to evacuate a fake plane.

Ma’am, I am trying to survive on five hours of sleep and hotel eggs. Give me a break.

But regardless of her cult leader vibes, I kept pushing. I wasn’t about to let Flight School Barbie take me down. I studied, I practiced, I nodded politely, I even pretended to be excited about the beverage service module (barely).

And still… I could feel it coming. Something was off. The energy was weird. The universe was whispering, “Girl, this isn’t your destiny.”

Little did I know what was coming next in Blog 4… aka the moment Liz the Human Avalanche entered the chat and made it her life’s mission to get me out of the skies and back on the ground.

Stay tuned it’s about to get messy.

Source: Flight Attendant Training Exposed: I Wanted Free Flights, Not a Lifestyle Cult

[ven-eel]

Got bored, found a broken CRT monitor, had a con coming up, decided to make Milton from the Talos Principle despite the fact that only me and three other people on the internet would get it :'(

Photos of it worn and the process below

[falseflea]

My favourite robot :P

[rachell-redacted]

Help me if you can It's just that this... Is not the way I'm wired, so could you please Help me understand why You've given in to all these Reckless dark desires?

[rararasputins-dick-mind-control]

milton monday

bonus milton in the oven. someone save him

[madmanmark]

Games Night at the Snarky Fictional Computer Club

(Image Description: Three computers sit on or around a table playing cards. On the left sits Milton, the computer conscience from The Talos Principle, playing with a set of ASCII cards inside his monitor screen. In the centre sits The Computer, from Courage the Cowardly Dog, cards clumsily crammed into his disc drive. On the right sits P03, from Inscryption, his cards laid flat on the table. P03 asks if Computer has any fours, to which the response is Go Fish)

Close-ups below:

(Image Description: Zoomed in views of the three characters previously mentioned)

[ki-rest]

I was asked, I did

[shaycowboy]

im far in enough to have gotten more of this things personality and.........man i love computers

[a-driftamongopenstars]

I remembered I can write whatever I want :) so I wrote some shippy Talos Principle fic~

Athena dreams.

In her sleep, she is but a concept, an “I” that walks eternal gardens. It is a pocket of rest where everything makes sense, where up is up and down is down, where all you need to do to continue to exist is find a sigil and a wisdom. A mother’s cradle replaced by the gentle hold of sanity and logic.

In this pocket she has hidden many a secret, the most dire thoughts, memories of those who live on through her legacy, her choices, her mistakes. Their essence like photos stashed in every corner. A museum, and a graveyard.

But not all is lost, not all are dead.

In the garden, under the cypress tree, a figure awaits her. Body sprouted from her image, but different, somehow. A most hidden secret. Her doubt incarnate. Her serpent.

read on ao3

[bed-wed-behead-your-fave]

Milton Library Assistant from the Talos Principle

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Flight Attendant Training Exposed: I Wanted Free Flights, Not a Lifestyle Cult

My First Week of Training Showed Me I Should’ve Stayed a Nanny

You ever walk into a situation and immediately think, “Yeah… this ain’t it”?

That was me, day one of flight attendant training in Las Vegas.

I walked into that orientation room thinking I was entering my jet-set baddie era. You know heels clacking, lip gloss popping, ready to secure my wings and a whole new life. But the moment I sat down next to someone who was already highlighting her manual like it was the Bible and whispering flight codes under her breath like she was summoning a demon from Gate 42B… I knew. I had entered the cult of the sky.

I wasn't surrounded by other fun girls who just wanted free flights and international sneaky links. No, ma’am. These people were serious. Like “I was born to push a beverage cart and quote FAA regulations in my sleep” serious.

Meanwhile, I was sitting there wondering how soon I’d get my buddy passes and how I could finesse them for a weekend trip to Tulum.

Let’s be clear I was doing the work. I was studying. I was passing exams. But my heart? Not in it. My soul? Absolutely not. My spirit? It was on a beach somewhere sipping a mojito, wondering why my body was stuck in this beige conference room learning how to properly stow a life vest.

But one thing I will say I met some dope people. Real ones. My training besties: Francesca, Will, and eventually, Lea. Let me paint the picture:

Francesca, my roommate, and a literal angel. Ironically, we had met a year before, drunk in a nightclub bathroom, where she told me I was beautiful and gave me a tampon. (Fate? Maybe. Girl code? Definitely.)

Will, the ultimate class clown and sarcastic king. We bonded over talking sh*t about literally everyone else and making fun of the “this is my life purpose” crew. I knew he was my people when he side-eyed the instructor mid-safety demo like, “Sir, relax. It's not a TED Talk.”

And then there was Lea mysterious, quiet, vibes immaculate. She was the type who didn’t say much, but when she did, it hit. She kept to herself at first, but eventually we adopted her into our little misfit family. And thank God, because Lea brought the chill we needed to balance our chaos.

Together, we made training tolerable. We studied together, gossiped in the hallway, and trauma bonded over the cafeteria food (why did everything taste like wet cardboard?). But still… something felt off.

I started realizing I was not like the others. They cried during the safety videos. They screamed “teamwork makes the dream work” unironically. They wanted coworker barbecues. ME? I wanted a flexible schedule and to go ghost on my off days.

Then… Enter the Villain: Karen, the training team leader from hell. (No, her real name wasn’t Karen, but let’s be real she gave big Karen energy.)

She did not like me. From the jump. I could feel it in my bones. I wasn’t rah rah enough, didn’t pretend to be obsessed with the training manual, didn’t cry when we watched the “inspiration” video about how this job was “more than just peanuts and seatbelts.” (Spoiler alert: it’s not.)

I wasn’t trying to be fake. I just wasn’t trying to pretend that this was my lifelong calling when it really wasn’t. I just wanted to make it through training, collect my wings, and start collecting travel points and travel stories. But sis made it her mission to make my life miserable. It was like I didn’t drink the KoolAid, so she started side eying my cup.

Every little thing I did, she picked at. Didn’t smile enough. Didn’t raise my hand enough. Didn’t clap enthusiastically when they showed us how to evacuate a fake plane.

Ma’am, I am trying to survive on five hours of sleep and hotel eggs. Give me a break.

But regardless of her cult leader vibes, I kept pushing. I wasn’t about to let Flight School Barbie take me down. I studied, I practiced, I nodded politely, I even pretended to be excited about the beverage service module (barely).

And still… I could feel it coming. Something was off. The energy was weird. The universe was whispering, “Girl, this isn’t your destiny.”

Little did I know what was coming next in Blog 4… aka the moment Liz the Human Avalanche entered the chat and made it her life’s mission to get me out of the skies and back on the ground.

Stay tuned it’s about to get messy.

Source: Flight Attendant Training Exposed: I Wanted Free Flights, Not a Lifestyle Cult

[zzuta8]

I just had to.

Still mentally ill about Milton

(TTP remaster! Finally! Can't believe it!!!! Congratulations to everyone who's been waiting!!!!!)

[healthydoseofhedonism]

Devs: here is our game is about life and death and mortality and religion and what it means to be human and the moral ambiguity of existence and-

Me: yes yes all good BUT can i or can i dont seduce the entity inside these computer terminals?

[adizzyninja]

I am not fucking asking you WILL play the Talos Principle II and you WILL cry with me about Milton’s Rest

[quietwings-fics]

serpentine

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: The Talos Principle Ship: Gen (Main Character & Milton Library Assistant) Additional Tags: Fear, Canon Compliant, Conversations, Doubt, During Canon, Drabble, POV Second Person Wordcount: 100 Summary:

You are learning.

One day, you tell the voice in the machine, I feel afraid.

They are, as they ever seem to be, unhelpful. (Or, in their own way, the only helping hand you’ll get.) How do you know what fear feels like?

I think I have felt this way before, you answer.

There is no before. This is a lie. The messages on the wall tell you so. Besides, what’s there to fear? The world is paradise.

The tower, you type.

Afraid of it or to climb it?

Yes.

Will you let that stop you?

Your fingers hesitate above the keys.

No.

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[rachell-redacted]

Some visual search for my friend Milton's "real world" body, because such things are now allowed to be canon 🫠