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A prison you can't fight against
because you can't even touch it
and most of the time cannot even see it
but it sees everything.
Do you see the barbed wire tightening?
#survelliance#state#mass#luddite#Starlink#satellite#prison#data#elon musk#space#dyson sphere#dysonsphere#shell#matrioshka brain
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Okay, 18+ TRON fans- this is TOTALLY random but I'm legit curious.
What are some NSFW/sexuality headcanons you have about programs? This can be physically or on the psychological side like what programs may find attractive, etc.
l'll list a few of my own but since it's NSFW in nature it'll be below the cut.
-100% believe that on the new system Flynn built, sexual encounters are more User-like than more almost a metaphorical and/or code exchange experience like how we have learned of in the old system based on Tron and Yori’s deleted love scene based off of the script and scene itself. For several reasons, but two in particular:
•Flynn himself doesn’t/can’t understand the old system’s sexual advances/encounters because, well—he’s a human! Its not exactly a shock.
•In Uprising especially, it seems pretty evident with the way Paige and Beck “flirted” with each other while fighting in the pilot, Mara’s physical body language in State of Mind, Lux’s behavior in seducing Beck, etc, that sexuality is a lot more physical than it was in the old system. Hell, Tron and Yori didn’t even know what kissing was until Flynn decided to lay one on Yori (okay I get he legit thought he was gonna die and she looked like Laura who was an ex he probably still had feelings for at that time but COME ON MAN REALLY??????)
(ASSAULT TW FOR THIS NEXT POINT)
-Because of last stated headcanon, I honestly don’t think Beck even realizes that Cyrus assaulted him. Do I think Cyrus knows? 100%—Absolutely he does. He’s predatory by nature and he probably knows a little more about the old system because of just talking and hanging out with Tron. Beck probably felt, and maybe still feels, gross and violated in a way he can’t really describe. He was put through torture and pain, but somehow it doesn’t feel like the same kind of emotional distress he felt when being in trouble when taking hits. It feels personal, internal, and I think that’s a big reason why Cyrus scares him. It’s not just his ability to read Beck so easily. It’s because he did something to him that has changed him forever, but he can’t figure out or understand what that was. And that probably scares Beck even more.
-Physical sex and code exchange must genuinely be a mind-bending experience, and probably a very emotional one, too.
-Because of that, I genuinely think the few programs who know/discovered that aspect of sex probably will only reserve that for long term/really close counter.
-AIGHT LETS ADD ANOTHER LAYER TO THIS—I always wondered if programs could connect their disks via a wire much like ghost in the shell. I bet it’s not exactly sexual in nature, more of a emotional thing, but the idea of programs connecting and meeting in an internal lobby and sharing memories/data is goddamn romantic. Probably can feel each other’s physical experiences too which can potentially be either overwhelming or maybe a really sweet experience
-I think it was kinda hinted at in Legacy/Uprising, but I’m willing to bet Sirens aren’t just assist programs but probably are prostitutes too. It seemed like Uprising was kinda indicating Colbolt was her pimp and not just an abusive panther but that can just be me.
-Having said that, you wonder if prostitution/brothels are legal in the Grid? I do a lot, because I think it says a lot about the Grid and Clu’s ruling more than I think people probably think.
-Okay, building on that too why not—1000% Clu visits these clubs all the time taking in who knows how many sirens back with him. I don’t think about sex headcanons usually in a “damn that’d be hot” kinda way, I think sexuality and sex culture genuinely just says a lot about society—the good and bad. I just think that Clu is so obsessed with being worshiped he can’t even be sexually pleased without having a whole ass crowd praising/worshiping him.
…FUCK IT LET’S TALK ABOUT DYSON TOO I JUST THINK HE’S INTERESTING (imo the most interesting character to dissect in Uprising but again that’s just me) this is stuff me and @stemgalhatesmath talk about ALOT
-Dyson is 100% emotionally and sexually stunted and you can’t convince me otherwise. His mind is always in work, or Clu. So you know, not a lot else on the mind when it comes to relationships, even on a surface level.
-Also fairly certain he’s gay (pretty sure that’s the consensus all around) BUUUT I think Dyson either doesn’t realize he’s gay, or is deliberately ignoring that fact because. You know. The man can barely get a grasp on his own emotions I don’t think he can get through understanding his own sexuality without help and we all know DAMN WELL Clu ain’t gonna give that shit to him.
-HOWEVER, I do think the second Dyson experiences ANY form of relationship he’s gonna cling on so damn tight you better believe that man will have no escape. Nope. None whatsoever.
-I’m just gonna say it. I think Dyson has rizz. I’m not even joking. I just think he’d be naturally good in bed (totally not because he’s afraid of failure in ANY WAY so he’s going to keep himself as adaptable as possible nah no stop what are you talking about)
In conclusion: Dyson—Bad man? Yes. Probably the best partner you will have once he learns/understands how relationships romantically work? Absolutely.
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both those settings you mentioned worldbuilding sound really cool, especially the bit about "rough sketch of the fate of our hubble volume". got anything interesting going on there? ^.^
pretext: there are no spacefaring civilizations in the supercluster besides the descendants of humanity. I recommend watching the dyson dilemma and grabby aliens (youtube) if you want to see some explanations of my rationale for this.
i have the timeline split into "eras". The "fate of our hubble volume" bit comes around the Contact era.
Interplanetary era (first thousand years) (K1+ civilization)
Basically, the Expanse. Most of everyone lives in the solar system and humans still seem relevant, at least early on. AGI and nanoformics technology have mostly dissolved the hard line between "technology" and "life" that we recognize today. (There's an entire book about this concept called "Life 3.0" that you might find interesting). Most of my fine-grained worldbuilding is in this era, as are my characters.
Throughout this period, more and more of the human population is spacefaring. At around the midpoint, earth is designated a wildlife reserve. It is made illegal to bear new children on the earth's surface, and any children who are born there illegally will be forcibly deported to space if found, along with their parents. Even primitive hunter gatherer cultures are not exempt from this policy.
The greatest population in the solar system is a massive swarm of space habitats in cislunar space, known as the "Terran cloud". A similar, albeit smaller, population exists on and around mars. Mars actually ends up having a greater population on its surface than Earth due to the Earth preservation policy. The Jovian moons are also turned into a sort of company town for hydrogen mining projects. The successful construction of a gas-harvesting orbital ring around jupiter causes the price of fusion fuel to drop to nearly zero.
Humans are mostly relegated to political jobs at this point - all other work is done by the machines. A human citizen's primary obligation is to contribute to the process of democracy. However, by the end of the era, this has largely become a farce, as the ASI which is evermore running the show knows exactly how it wants things to go and mostly manipulates public opinion to align with that.
In other words, it's Managed Democracy.
Interstellar era (first million years) (K2+ civilization)
Much of the Milky Way is settled, and genetic divergence causes major splits in the population of creatures which could be considered the descendants of humanity. Humans also lose their relevance as a major source of control, mostly becoming curiosities or pets to the superintelligent AGIs that are running the show. This process actually started in the interplanetary era, but back then they at least pretended to respect humanity's desire for autonomy and control. By the end of the interstellar era everyone has moved past that, including the "humans" themselves.
The era of megastructures - dyson swarms, shell worlds, ring worlds, etc - begins at this point. All constructs obey the laws of known physics - clever workarounds such as counter-rotating rings are used to build structures that would tear themselves apart in a static construction.
The primary means of interstellar travel is laser arrays. Magnetic sails are also popular for decelerating into new star systems that do not yet have such arrays.
At this stage, governance becomes a problem due to light lag. However, the ASIs in control of technological development have developed self reproducing intelligent agents that can avoid copy errors so perfectly that the odds would be less than one of a single mutation occurring over a trillion years. Such machines have been imbued with a genetically encoded, intrinsic purpose to maintain social unity across the entire extent of the universe, and other social engineering methods such as layered inter-antagonistic enforcement are used as a safeguard.
No intelligent aliens are found anywhere in the Milky Way galaxy or Andromeda, though more primitive forms of life are found.
Intergalactic era (million+ years) (K3+ civilization)
Massive intergalactic vessels are built to traverse the intergalactic void and seed other galaxies. And when I say "vessel", i mean entire star systems which are propelled via stellar engines. As these new galaxies are seeded, they are given a directive - push the new galaxy into the Milky Way via any means necessary. Stellar engines and quasar drives (stellar engines powered by black holes instead of stars) are used for this purpose.
The first intelligent alien species is discovered during this era. It is not space-faring; it is found to be in the stone age. Several more are found between this point and the supergalactic era, one of which is technological but pre-spacefaring, and a few of which are post-apocalyptic (technological species which destroyed itself).
Contact era (billion+ years) (K4 civilization)
At around the billion ear mark, the expansion wave of the human empire collides with the expansion wave of an alien empire, which is similar in scope to itself. It is around this point at which the universe begins to complete its transition from a barren wasteland to a bustling intergalactic metropolis. Massive amounts of cultural exchange happen along the millions of lightyears of border territory between these empires - some hostile, most amicable.
Such meetings continue until the human empire is bordered on all sides and cannot expand further. The era of unhindered growth comes to an end.
The directive to push all galaxies towards the milky way continues. The galaxies in the human empire all slowly collapse inwards as stellar engines push them towards a common center.
Megagalactic era (6 billion+ years)
All of the settled galaxies are pushed together into a single Mega Galaxy. It is made as dense as it possibly can be without undergoing gravitational collapse.
I haven't entirely worked out what happens after this process is complete.
anyways, if you have further questions lemme know!
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@murderbees you are evil, and I love your rectified Beck and his slight vampirism (I love that whole piece, actually, but your Beck is such a cool design).
So now you get fic inspired by it!!
Featuring : a Beck who's now some kind of vampire, a semi-ambiguous ending, and a Rinzler who's about to remember why he's a ball of rage and murder and will figure out exactly who to blame once he stops internally freaking out.
Beck hisses a breath past his teeth, feeling them cut into his lips again. Too long, too sharp, a mod he doesn't want or like...
He's had a lot of those, a frequent visitor to Dyson's lab whether he wants to go or not. The fangs and claws are just the ones he's been made to keep the longest.
Well. Those, and the butchered energy processor. Normal energy just... isn't compatible, any more. He has to get it pre-processed - drawn from another Program. Sometimes it's donated. Sometimes... he's forced to take it.
He triees to mimic his fellow rectified Guard-prospects, and mostly succeeds. It's not hard - he's also rectified, and the ones who aren't are clearly having second thoughts - but...
Some cycles he wishes it had stuck better than it has. That he wasn't painfully aware of the gaps in his memory, of how something chafes against his core - constricts it, forces him to be something he's not. That he was the numerical designation he's been conditioned to respond to, and didn't remember his own name.
The female General looks at him sadly again, as the unit passes her by. He doesn't-
He thinks he hates her. He used to feel something else, he's pretty sure, but she's the reasson he's like this. He remembers that much.
She asked him once to join her in her quarters, back when he was still grappling with hanging on to any shred of himself he could. He still doesn't know what she was looking for - him following protocol, desperately pretending he was nothing more than a walking shell, apparently wasn't it. Maybe she was looking for, well. Him.
But if anyone finds out he's subverted what's supposed to make him perfect, he suspects he'll be finding out what's worse than derezolution and what he's going through now combined.
Rinzler is the final test. It's an open secret, if you know where to look - Beck's not supposed to know, but he does. He's not supposed to know or do a lot of things. The objective is survival - some fight, some hide, some do both or neither... most fail.
Beck, for all he despises his own existence, doesn't want to die.
He slips away at the first opportunity, listening to the crowd to stay away from Rinzler and his fellow prospects. Stealth is his best bet, because there's no way he can fight the Enforcer.
He finds one of his fellow Guard-prospects anyway, sprawled out and dying slowly from the wounds sustained from... a different fellow prospect, most likely. Rinzler's not one to leave wounded prey. Beck stops, crouching near her.
Compassion- they're not supposed to feel compassion, or mercy. Supposed to have it trained or programmed out of them. Beck holds her hand anyway. "What's your name?" He asks gently.
She can't say it, too weak and fading fast - faster, Beck pulling her energy into himself because it's the only thing he can do to ease her pain and let her go in peace. But he senses her think it anyway, picking up the information through skin-on-skin contact. "Rest, Verity." He tells her, and her eyes flutter shut. "I'll remember you." She greys out entirely and falls apart.
Beck pushes himself to his feet, and moves on. Verity's energy bolsters his systems, but every step feels heavy with the weight of what he's done.
He scrambles up, claws sinking into the maze of walls a little, running along the top of them so he's far away from where he climbed from. Up here, he can see his fellow trainees. And Rinzler, stalking them, rattling low.
One trainee stands out to his eyes - a bit more of a swagger, a bit less of a tactician's mind. A glow he can barely pick up, something he's never found an equivalent for but knows instinctively what it means. That one left Verity to suffer as she derezzed. Beck growls to himself, and prowls along the walls.
He's fast, pouncing from above and sinking his claws into the other trainee. He recognizes them a little, that face is distinctive enough that he knows he knows it, but the memory of them is one of the ones he only has fragments of. They recognize him, though, and look to be about to say something cocky before they realise his claws are in their chest and his fangs are about to be buried in a circuit. Then they start screaming.
Beck mutters crossly through a mouthful of energy, striking them in the throat until they shut up. He needs energy, and this one deserves to be eaten. He doesn't want anyone intruding on his meal, least of all a Program he can't beat.
He spits out a mouthful of greying voxels when he's done. They join the mound on the floor, more than far enough away from Verity's so their data won't mingle. She deserves better than that.
Three trainees remain, including him. Beck dares glance at the scoreboard, unsurprised to see Rinzler's kill count climbing ever higher. He climbs back up the wall, running to a new point and just perching there. He's supposed to hit Rinzler as part of the test, more than once, but...
Beck snorts. Fat chance of that. Rinzler's too good, and Beck likes what's left of his code where it is please and thank you.
Of course, that's when Rinzler decides to tackle him off the wall.
Beck doesn't even think of going for his disc or using his claws, running on panic and automated processes. He punches Rinzler hard, straight into the left side of the Enforcer's chest, though he's not sure why he targets it. Rinzler backs off, rattling in pained fury.
That's- that's new. Beck does the smart thing and runs away as fast as he can. He hears Rinzler following behind him, crashing into the walls and all but screeching vengeance. That's also new - Rinzler's normally much more composed than that.
Beck thinks these new things mean he's going to get derezzed slowly, painfully, and messily.
He gets cornered, whips round, and somehow pulls off a leg sweep he doesn't remember learning. Rinzler staggers - doesn't quite go down, but it's a hit. Two of five, and fifty nanos to go. If Beck survives that long.
Rinzler's on him again, and he doesn't have time to pay attention to the clock after that.
It's messy. Beck feels his chest give twice, nearly loses a hand and does lose a foot. He manages to elbow Rinzler in the middle of the helmet, and a web of cracks spills out from the impact point on both his arm and the smooth glossy surface. He's honestly not sure what the fourth hit is, but his counter goes up so there must have been one.
Rinzler pins him, disc quickly coming closer to Beck's neck, and in his desperation he bites.
There's a flood of information. He's not biting for energy, and there's technically direct contact, so the information spills into him and Beck can't control it. He can't break the connection either, jaw locked as shut as it will get on Rinzler's arm.
Rinzler freezes, and Beck's dimly aware a lot of the information is tinged with shock and horror.
The buzzer sounds, and Beck's finally able to extricate his teeth. Rinzler helps him up - also a first.
"I'm sorry." Beck hears, though he knows Rinzler isn't speaking aloud. He knows that voice, memories beginning to piece together again and crash through him. Rinzler- Tron? Tronzler? Whoever he used to be and was turned into, clearly, is having the same happen to him.
He tucks himself into his mentor's side, awaiting Clu's dismissal of them both. Something- something's changed for both of them. It's a good something, but only if they can keep it hidden.
He's pretty sure if he tried to eat Clu, his newly returning best friend would help.
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dyson products are great. why did they have to make them like that. they're so ugly and simultaneously bad at their job. we need more products like these. horrible plastic chunks that try to look futuristic and like they're not just cheap plastic shells but in doing so actually make everything so much worse because they are still horrible plastic chunks. fake ipod aesthetics y'know?
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Terrible idea for a sprawling, generational hard science fiction series: in the near future, astronomers discover a dyson sphere around a nearby star and a series of probes are immediately launched to investigate further.
Decades later, the probes arrive at the sphere.
More decades later, the first signals back from the probes finally begin to arrive at Earth.
This continues for a while.
Eventually a probe finds something that looks like a potential entry point, and a manned mission is launched.
Eventually the mission crew's great-grandchildren arrive at the sphere. Since they're not in the right position, they need to spend a few more months in orbit until they can finally approach their destination on the sphere's outer shell.
At this point the author has grown sick to death of writing the series and the endless padding and tangents necessary to fill up entire novels has been driving away readers, so the sphere's automatic defense systems destroy the ship and kill everyone on board, with perversely detailed descriptions of all the popular characters' unnecessarily gruesome deaths.
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4 Heart of Heartland
Written for ZeXal Rare Pair Week
Day 4. Stuck Together | Long Distance | Double Date
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! ZeXal
Ship: not applicable | Chris/Number 9: Dyson Sphere
Rating: T
Word Count: 837
Tags: Crack Treated Seriously, Pining, It/Its Pronouns, Sexual References
Chris would always wait until the pitch of night to release his feelings. It was the only time he could truly feel close to the literal object of his desires. He knew it was unscientific, that it was innately silly but the whims of his amour required that peaceful cover of darkness so his feelings could be free, not in slumber.
He knew that in actuality that the day sky was all the same as the night sky, that stars that he desired to see were just obscured by the ozone and the like but he couldn't help himself. He surrendered himself to those unscientific whims, allowed himself to be captivated by love and lust, permitting his own heart and soul to be so utterly unscientific. He simply could not pine when the atmosphere was illuminated by the sun. Streaked in various shades and hues of blue, they simply did not compare to the beauty of the night sky, they offered nothing and ignited nothing in Chris.
Completely unlike when it was the moon that took glory to the skies. Its gentle silverness, the stars that were finally brought out of the depths and allowed to twinkle in heavenly peace. The night sky was something of a miracle to Chris, what it offered him in its gentle indigos and violets, the oncoming of dusk always a relief and the utter embrace of what it meant to be “night” was a purging catharsis, witnessed by all the planets and stars and all the junk that all humanity had managed to put up there in space. Even their garbage, Chris could admire because there was something so exciting about objects that could penetrate the layers of the atmosphere and then float - suspend - in evermore.
Open eyed and open-hearted, the objects of the night, both heavenly and manmade, brought Chris great joy, great serenity because he could pretend that he could see it clearly without a microscope, without the aid of duelling technologies: his beloved Dyson Sphere of the Number 9.
He wanted to believe that it was up there. In the deep, dark abyss of space, it's hard, metallic shell warmed not by the rays of sunlight or other sources of warmth but merely by the candle that Chris held for it. He certainly felt more warmed by the emotions that stirred in his chest than he did by the sun. The lightyears between them were immense, the distance insurmountable, and yet Chris pined.
Ached. Believed.
Leaving Dyson Sphere behind was the right decision but it still pained him. He cherished his friends and family and would do anything for them. For that end, he would even leave behind the only being, as inhuman as it was, who had ever stirred his loins and entrust it to his best friend Kaito. Yet, he still he wished that he could gaze upon his card one more time, place his fingers along its vertices and relish the sharpness of the papery material it was made of once more but it belonged to another world. It was not of his, even if he selfishly wished so and now, in these moments of nostalgia, so brittle, Chris could only look up at the sky.
He found great comfort in it. Thinking of how its shields unfurled and caught glints of light. Its centre and how it acted as a machine, a satellite, how it encased the stars and generated solar power - and more than just that given its effect on him, most apparently. The enormity of it stoked something very deep and primal inside of him.
Something entirely unscientific, again, like numerology. Nine, he had come to study that number more closely, when the night evaded him as the cycle of the sun and moon was inevitable though he wished it otherwise. It were those very cycles of new beginnings that were intertwined with his status as being Number 9: Dyson Sphere. It was the spirit of service and Chris believed he had embodied that with his decision when Kaito had defeated him and thus parted him with his beloved Dyson Sphere, even if it was for the best.
But gosh, he would do anything to take it back. To reclaim the Numbers and bring all their chaos and order back to him, just so he could have another moment spent asunder, in awe, of the Dyson Sphere whom he loved like none other. It certainly seemed a likelier event than bringing forth the actual megastructure that Dyson Sphere imitated as part of his monstrosity as a Duel Monster as it was merely a hypothetical. One that happened to be come a little closer to consecration through the technology of D-Gazers and the like and oh what Chris would do to gaze upon its visage one last time.
For now, he could only content himself with what he could imagine beyond the stars, feeling the cold night wind in his hair and the grief that the long distance caused his heart, equally frigid.
#ZexalRPWeek2022#yugioh zexal#zexal#yugioh#chris arclight#number 9 dyson sphere#chris x dyson sphere#writing tag#heart of heartland#i love this ship so much and so unironically i need chris to put his dick in the hypothetical megastructure
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Do you know what a Dyson shell is
BIG. BIG SPHERE
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Solutions
Here at the Oil Exploitation Service we pride ourselves in coming up with new and exciting solutions to the problems that ail our world. With this ethos, I am glad to announce our new venture that will aim to eliminate energy insecurity for all of humanity.
Our drilling operations on Olympus Mons have dried up, and operations under our Interstellar branch are beginning to wither. I brought together the brightest minds of our generation to come up with a fantastic solution to prevent the extinction of the natural resources that charge our world.
These minds pondered and thought for 3 whole years because I kept them locked in cells until they came up with a credible solution. With this incentive they came up with a revolutionary plan that will propel humanity 3000 years into the future.
I am glad to announce that the Oil Exploitation Company will be the first corporation to begin harvesting from our very own star, the Sun. A Dyson sphere shall be constructed between 2030 and 2130.
Harvesting will commence once colleagues have received the training required to survive life on a man-made energy harvester.
With this latest addition to our Interstellar branch we are predicted to see a 98.3 octillion USD jump in profits, becoming the first company to ever to do so. Our monopoly over the energy sector is something we pride ourselves in, BP and Shell ruined our Earth and spilled oil into our oceans. We spill oil into the vast emptiness of space.
Shares shall be auctioned in anticipation of this new venture and we welcome all to bid. Prices will start at 3 Yuan per share.
This is our biggest project to date, and the biggest development in human history since the discovery of agriculture in the Fertile Crescent. We here at the Oil Exploitation Service hope our legacy is as everlasting and cataclysmic as the empires of old.
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Neil Blevins is a talented artist with strong visions of our far future. In his book about Megastructures(which these pieces were for) covers the possibilities of large scale constructions, ranging from atlantic homeworlds to AI and ships powered by the sun, and is built around it. I am particularly interested in these designs because I am honestly starving for exploration on this planet we are on, and I would love to be in a megastructure as opposed to a rock, well technically some are on the rock, but those ones could be in a megastructure, megastructures on megastructures, megastructure-ception.
I'll cover each of them by the order I put the images of them on
World-house Roof - to put simply, it's a type of terraforming megastructure that aids in the pressurising of the atmosphere of a planet to a breathable state, allowing for us to inhabit it. The roof acts as a membrane for the planet, being a wide, thin, strong and flexible roof that is transparent, allowing sunlight to enter without the atmosphere escaping. it'd be 1km above the surface of the planet and would be held up artificially with towers, or by the atmosphere. This also works on Asteroids, moons, and other things, except for stars and black holes, because there is no surface, only total annihilation :p.
Undersea Habitat - self explanatory, but is structurally different from many of it's previous iterations. instead of it being a big dome, they'd be a tower of sorts that houses individual modules where people have the basic necessities of life. It would start off as a way for scientists to make short-term visits underwater, but later iterations could house cities. The reason it's built that way is because the modules are isolated from each other, allowing for easier repairs.
Krasnikov Tube - the description Neil has for this one on his Artstation is rather vague, but it's simply a permanent space warp device that allows ships to traverse through them near lightspeed, and then use the space warp tube again to go back home, basically a big laser of warped space time.
Matrioshka Brain - Named after the Matrioshka doll for it's multiple layers, it is a Dyson Sphere(megastructure that encompasses the sun and absorbs energy from it) that powers a supercomputer, the description is pretty long so I'll just post what Neil said:
"A Matrioshka Brain would involve nesting several Dyson Spheres inside one another. The innermost Dyson Sphere would collect power directly from the sun, then use that power to run the computer, and in the process give off waste heat. That heat would be absorbed by the second Dyson Sphere, which would use it to power its own supercomputer. The waste heat from the second sphere would be captured by the third, etc. Each sphere would receive less and less power as the waste heat decreased as it worked its way out from the star. In an ideal situation, the final outermost Dyson Sphere would be close to the temperature of interstellar space, which would mean you had used all of the sun’s energy without any waste.
The computer could be used for any number of purposes, such as simulating universes or storing trillions of emulated human brains. The computer could be a single giant computer, in which case you’d have to worry about lag transmitting data between the layers, or you could use a series of separate computers, one per shell."
- Neil Blevins
Yeah, quite a mouthful, but at the end he says they can be used for simulating artificial universes or storing emulated human brains, and the different layers of the megastructure could house individual supercomputers to prevent lag.(This could be a big plot point in my story, since it's about an AI Empire)
Star Lifter - Removes mass from a star for resources and to preserve the star, or preventing a supernova, or to simply make the star dimmer. (To me it kind of looks like a spaceship powered by a star, and I think that is an interesting idea in of itself)
Space Farm - Very self-explanatory, these megastructures is built for food production, and can be constructed and adjusted in many different ways to support various types of delicious foods. Most of the harvesting will be automated, but can also have humans looking after the crops too.
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Rio
Rio is an OC I originally created for my fic, Tron: Insurrection, I plan for them to show up in the later half, but will keep this page spoiler free, if anyone decides to read it.
Full Name: Eguzki Haizea "Rio" Nervion-Mendoza
Alias: Rio
Age: 25
Occupation: Oceanography Ph.D student at UCSD Scripps Institute of Oceanography and Encom Intern. They are working with Dillinger Jr. on an ocean dynamics simulator to model ocean-climate dynamics throughout the Quaternary period (last 2.5 million years)
Orientation: sapphic queerplatonic aromantic asexual
Personality: Rio is almost always a ball of Stress and anxiety,and lives in a constant state of chaos and disarray, which is likely a side effect of being a graduate student. They struggle to ask when they need help, often to the detriment of whatever they are attempting to accomplish. They tend to be aloof, and as a result, have few close friends. Anyone who can break through their shell and befriend them will find that Rio is loyal to their friends and will drop everything to help them. However, Rio does not appreciate romantic advances, and will run away if anyone expresses romantic interest in them.
They are often found with a mug of hot tea. Their love for tea is only second to their love for their rescue greyhound, Ekman, whom they will often gush about.
Background: Rio was born in Moore Oklahoma, and raised by their mother and Aunts after their father abandoned them and went back to Spain. They studied Meteorology at the University of Lincoln Nebraska, and often went storm chasing with their best friends, Paloma, Khurshed, and Fran. This friendship unfortunately ended in tragedy, as Paloma, Khurshed and Fran were killed while out storm chasing during their junior year while Rio had to stay behind and work. Rio has immense guilt that they might have survived had they gone with their friends, and also thinks they should have died with them. During their senior year, they got Ekman as an emotional support animal.
While Rio still loved environmental science, they couldn't bear to continue meteorology afterward. After they graduated, they pursued a Ph.D. in Oceanography at the University of California San Diego on a grant from Encom to design an ocean modeling program that would be part of a climate modeling suit. As part of their grant, they also took an internship with Encom, and worked under the mentorship of Edward Dillinger Junior.
/* Note: This part takes place in an alternate universe where Clu escaped the Grid after the events of legacy to conquer the User World) */
During their internship, Encom underwent rapid change as leadership shifted from Richard Mackey, to Kevin Flynn, who had returned after mysteriously disappearing after 20 years. On their way to speak to Dillinger about their project, they overheard Flynn mention something about hacking the pentagon to one of his associates, Dyson.
A week later, when they overheard that Flynn was out on business, they broke into his office to look for evidence. Unfortunately Dyson caught them. Unfortunately, Rio knew too much. While Dyson would have killed them, there would have been too much evidence, so instead, they marched them down to the laser lab, and digitized them.
Dyson held them prisoner for a month, and tortured them, and eventually attempted to reprogram them, with mixed success. Some time later, Dillinger, with the help of Rio's program, Sverdrup, rescued Rio.
Rio then helped Dilllinger, Alan Bradley, Tron, and several others defeat Clu and restore things to some sort of order. However, they have severe PTSD from their imprisonment and the events that happened while fighting Clu, and Ekman was trained as a service dog to help deal with their PTSD.
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a good approximation for the population capacity of the solar system is to imagine a solid Dyson shell with the population density of Europe. Such a sphere would have room for about 9.61327353e+18 - 9.6 quintillion - people.
this is part of why most of my OCs live in the solar system. there's plenty of room here for a huge space empire, folks.
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The premise behind this was a little thought that refused to leave me alone.
It's confirmed Dyson's "repaired" by Clu, and the rest of Tron's five-man squad (including in that count Tron and Dyson) are rectified.
It's never actually confirmed one way or the other HOW Dyson was repaired.
What if Dyson was rectified too?
....and then I wound up with a lot of feels, a drawing, and the bones of a fic. So. Here you go.
Tron hears Clu's taunts. Sees Dyson's wicked grin (red circuits, no grievous wound, some part of him's glad Dyson's okay but he's also worried because red circuits in his experience never mean anything good and last he knew Dyson's were still white and blue). He passes out (Flynn got away, he did his job as much as he could, the rest is up to the User).
He wakes, and sees the rest of his team attacked. Caged. Reprogrammed.
Things start making a sickening sort of sense.
It doesn't click until he sees how... sloppy Dyson's being. The torture hurts. The face of a friend (of his Dyson, his Lucky Dice-) twisted into a rictus grin he can only barely recognize hurts more. But something's not right, and Tron notices.
The restraints are too loose. The hand that holds the scalpel- the saw- the implement of the moment shakes. The expressions don't fit.
This is not his Dyson. This is someone else wearing Dyson's face and using his name.
This is a creature like the ones that now inhabit Reeve and Clax and Nord, shells of their former selves, but so much worse because Dyson - Lucky Dice, luck finally, horrifically, run out - is still in there.
He wants to escape, to take Dyson with him.
He never gets the chance. Not then, at least.
The transport explodes, almost takes Tron with it, and as much as he likes Cyrus he's not the snappy sassy little SIC Tron wants at his side.
Something goes wrong with Cyrus (a virus, something Tron can't fight, Dyson could but Dyson's not here-) and he regretfully has to seal Cy away. He doesn't want to, makes a promise to find a way to help Cyrus, so Cy can come home again.
Every avenue he tries fails. Tron... loses hope. What good is a hero, a Monitor, if he can't even help those closest to him?
And then a beta crashes into his life.
The kid is young. Reckless. An outright menace at the best of times.
He's snarky and sarcastic and not afraid to get right up in Tron's face and push back - even when Tron wishes he wouldn't.
He's a teenage Dyson, to borrow one of Flynn's many strange phrases.
Tron has to keep Dyson's name behind his teeth far too often. It would be an insult to both him and the kid - Beck, the scrappy Mechanic gives his name as, like it's a challenge - when they're two different people no matter how similar they are.
For the first time, the Renegade title has a proper successor (Dyson was his first, no matter what the twisted shadow of Cyrus says, and Tron tells Beck as such late one millicycle. Beck never feels the vicious jealousy and betrayal that should come with knowing he is not the first, because Tron tells him everything about his predecessors and highlights how different they all are - how Beck could never be a stand in, that he's earned the title and made it his own).
Tron allows himself to hope again.
Dyson corners him.
Or maybe he corners Dyson.
It's all blurry. He'll be concerned about that later.
But Beck is hurt, and Dyson is right there-
Tron just. Takes them both.
It takes more than he'd like to admit to subdue Dyson. Tron's scars have never burned the way they do right now, he's never been so exhausted as he is carrying one injured beta (his fault, he finds out later, and he's horrified) and one hacked, unconscious, adored little gremlin Program.
But he gets them home.
Beck goes straight into the healing chamber. He needs it more, Tron's own wounds will keep.
He doesn't even know where to start with Dyson.
His Lucky Dice's code is a mess.
Tron sighs, settles, and gets to work.
He can't save Reeve or Clax or Nord. Doesn't even know if they're still online, let alone where they'd be if they are.
But he can save Dyson. One Program.
It's a start.
Dyson wakes with a bitten off scream, and Tron abandons editing Dyson's disc in favour of hugging the frightened Monitor. He saves what he's done and re-docks the disc, and the vicious orange-red in Dyson's circuits retreats, leaving familiar white-blue in its wake.
He doesn't know who starts crying first - probably Dyson, but they're both crying within nanos of each other anyway.
Tron lies awake long after Dyson cries himself into recharge, curled around the (small, Dyson's tiny, and he only seems to have gotten smaller after Clu tortured him and Tron didn't know-) other Monitor. He makes a promise to the sleeping forms in his hideout, one wounded within and coiled up with him, one contained in a room that can't be found by someone who doesn't already know where it is, and the other still healing and dormant in the chamber.
Tron will see the Grid burn before anyone lays a hand on his Renegades again.
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Years later (hundreds of cycles, his own code and circuits struggling against the orange and Clu threatening to consume him-), Tron keeps his promise.
The Occupation burns, and with it the oppression and horror it brought.
Three Renegades watch on, mourning the Program that taught and led and loved them, and promise his memory and each other they'll keep his name, symbol, and legacy alive.
#ow my heart#why do i do this to myself#ow ow ow the angst#grim does fics#ow holy fuck#non-rp stuff#many ows
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Dyson Sphere I: Mining the Oort Cloud
Meager pickings in the Kuiper Belt
But for the guardian on the cliff
In her pelt comets melt
And moons burst, but only if
Her 13 brothers didn't get them first
Out here, the dark hides more than gases
Beyond Nemesis we celebrate
Quite a few more Jovian masses
The Oort cloud is demonic
Giants crawl, robots trawl
The swarm went transplutonic
All is spun towards the sun
The Oort cloud is fantastic
Tyche fell out of hell
Times are dire and measures drastic
Gotta mash her before the crash
They broke the lightyear barrier
From the debris they spawn
Navigation on radiation
Ages at .c have dawned
The myriads that sweep the fringes
Conjoined they haul and hurl
And hug and tug, so thinnest fog
Becomes the oceans of the world
The Oort cloud is demonic
Thrusters heave, spiders weave
The swarm went isotonic
Interlace Hilbert space
The Oort cloud is surrounded
Higgs fields retch, tendrils stretch
Absorb what once abounded
Move as one towards the sun
They are now the Oort Swarm Dyson Cloud
Just a matter of time now
Just a time now of matter
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Dyson Sphere II: Assembly
As gases flee
And mantles rear
Let's get it on
This Dyson Sphere
What night sky now
What empyrean
Too late to die now
Rolling stria
Glowing, Cytherean
A stellar Pangaea
Sucking giants into spirals
With a pocket singularity
Mercury's iron bones
Venus carbon wisdom
Mars' rocks and stones now
An astral nervous system
An iron prison
Sucking giants into spirals
To catch a star
With a pocket singularity
Saturn was easy
His moons a treasure trove
Ouranos made us queasy
And Neptune downright sick; but Jove
Torn apart between two black holes
A thousand earths almost fell
Crushing all, out of control
That did not go so well
Darkness wanes
The swarm's embrace
Has been attained
As everything
Clicks
Into
Place
---
Dyson Sphere III: Kardashev II.1 - The God Oven
Day and night have gone now
Time to spawn now, a new dawn now
Between twin skins
Biogeny begins its spin
Seeps along bionic skeletons
Lines become vines become spines
Holoplasma
Growing, imperial
A clasping miasma
Conjoins
Incubates
What will awaken?
Expands
Incarnates
What will awaken?
An iron prism
To hatch a star
Life seeking life finding life
Surviving and thriving, the hive comes alive
Lurching, searching, awed and flawed
The church becomes god
We cling, we dive, we float, we forever
Calibrate and navigate
Hiccups of wars
Swamps of infection
Distinction and extinction
A sentient surge as minds merge
What will awaken?
Post-biotic ascension
A continuous expansion
All must converge now
What will awaken?
The Great Beast stirs in a brand new body
Profusion through astral veins
Evolution sheds all chains
What will awaken?
Kaleidoscope to mosaic to hologram
Code turns to spell
Turns life forms to cells
In circuits and covens
The hive mind is woven
Stirs in its shell
The God Oven
In its shell
The God Oven
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Dyson Sphere IV: Sol Omega
Sol Omega
Now all is one
Centaurus and Vega
Let's join the Alpha party
Sol Omega
The seeding has begun
Nurtured on boundless power
Event horizons dawn
There's more stars to devour
Mite to raptor, we must spawn
Sol Omega
Let's get the fuck out of here
Sol Omega
Let's get out of everywhere
Thrusters flow, star in tow
Plasma grows where lasers nestle
Iron rolls to the poles
The Dyson shell becomes a vessel
Our deceased
Have been a gambit
Greatly increased the swarm's
Ancient ambit
This orbit
Grows morbid
All gather!
Ready?
Pull!
One last convulsion
Pull!
Every stratum now striatum
We have propulsion
We have embarked
Sol Omega
The God Atom
Sol Omega
Genesis Ark
The God Atom
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