I've been watching lost in space, I'm on s3 ep1 and I can't express how much I hate 'dr smith' like for real I have loathed her whole characterisation, even as joy, I would genuinely enjoy this series a lot more if they chose a different plot foil to her just generally being a twat and fucking things up
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The only theories I've ever heard of Professor Clover's globe are all 100% always about it meaning the one piece planet used to have like 5 or 6 moons, but I've always thought it was an armillary sphere and I think the Gorosei's names support that so I found some pics to explain why I don't think Clover's globe is a reference to lost moons from the distant past.
This is an armillary sphere aka spherical astrolabe
That's a model of the planetary orbits in our solar system. So that's the irl version of Clover's armillary sphere.
This is the layout of the universe according to Pythagoras
Pythagoras lived around 400 BCE, before humans changed our minds and decided for a while that the earth was actually flat for some reason, but also before we realized the earth was orbiting the sun, not the other way around. (I know this varies by culture but I'm trying not to get too hellishly wordy and going into those variances would take a lot of words, so just know that I know this is a clumsy and too-broad brush to paint history with)
So if you made Earth into [unknown name of one piece planet] in this diagram, and then made that diagram into an armillary sphere, it would look exactly like Clover's model. Because back when the human species thought the sun orbited the earth, we were also only aware of the 5 planets we were able to observe - namely Saturn, Warcurie, Ju Peter, V. Nasjuro, and Mars.
And a world - our world in 400 BCE, or the one piece world in Clover's time - with that understanding of the universe is the place in which a model with 5-7 satellites (depending on if the sun and/or singular moon were included) with the inhabitants' planet at the center would be most likely to exist!
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Omori was created for the sole purpose of protecting the dreamer, Sunny. Keep him from anything harmful, keep him from discovering the Truth, anything that can possibly hurt him. And Omori resolved to do so from start to finish, a mechanical clockwork of duty he had been enacting for 4 years. It’s so simple, and oh so easy for him.
Except, it wasn’t.
Not when he started gaining his own sentience, not when he started thinking for himself. Not when everything started to fall apart as he recalled all the past resets.
Arriving in Blackspace always mean one thing. The dreamer is close to discovering the Truth again. An area that is ever changing and never constant, with pitch black doors leading to cursed sights that Sunny buries deep in his mind, it’s something that Omori had gotten used to.
“Omori... You came back for me!”
It seems he had chosen a door leading to Basil’s one of many deaths. He’s used to it.
“Watermelons sure are delicious!“
He’s used to it.
“Summer vacation with friends was the best, wasn’t it?“
He’s used to it.
Walking to the far right, finding themselves in a room full of watermelons scattered about with Basil closely following behind in silence. He’d cut open every watermelon he sees for the key, the way out of the place. Until his cut was directed to Basil instead, turning it bits and pieces of a bloody watermelon staining the floor behind him. He didn’t look, and instead continued to cut the one in front of him, grabbing the key to hurriedly leave the place with pursed lips. Unbeknownst to him that he subconsciously bit his inner cheek, not too much so as to draw blood, but it is an action foreign to a boy with neither a will and emotion of his own. Supposedly.
Omori continued opening the other doors.
. . .
“Oh, thank goodness you’re here, Omori. I thought I was gonna be stuck here forever.“
Another impending death. Omori stared at Basil for a moment, trapped within a large cobweb. He easily gets him free with one slash.
“Phew... That feels so much better.“
He led the way just the same as he once did with the other one.
“You know... I think spiders are really misunderstood...” Basil started to talk again.
Omori merely listened in silence.
“There’s so many spiders here all of a sudden...“
They continued to walk again. Omori tightly clutched his knife. He’s feeling a certain emotion he has yet felt at all, he doesn’t know what to describe it as.
“Ack! They’re biting me!”
The feeling grew. What is it, what would the others describe it as. Omori glanced at Basil. There were too many spiders on him, it made Omori feel uneasy. Was it uneasiness? No, it couldn’t be. Basil was comforting the spiders, awaiting Omori to move again.
They’ll hurt him. They’ll kill him.
Another impending death...
Could I... prevent that?
Omori took a deep breath as he turned around.
“Wh-what is it, Omori? Why are you holding your knife like that?“
“Stay still...“
Omori carefully swatted the spiders away with the blunt side of the knife before slashing them with its blade.
“Oh! Th-thanks! But.. ack!“
He kept at it. Yet no matter how much he swat away and kill, more emerges from seemingly nowhere. And soon, there was far too many of them.
“There’s so many of them... I can’t get them off!“
Omori can only watch in horror as Basil was engulfed by them.
I couldn’t prevent it...
Perhaps, he never could. Omori continued on to find the key and open another door.
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