#far future

[whereserpentswalk]

There are massive warships. Things that are the size of stations but that can move more swiftly through hyperspace and real space than any other object created by humans or gods. They're not like the warships you imagine, they're like entire divisions of the military, some of them have the populations of small planets, the largest of them have populations higher then earth had before industry came to it.

It only takes one of these ships to comquor a system. Though they often have smaller ships swarming them, like the microorganisms on your skin. And when they fight eachother, holes are torn in hyperspace, and heavily bodies become asteroid belts. Even the weapons that can destroy planets can't take ships like this down in one hit.

Inside the ships are entire societies, of humans, cyborgs, robots, and strange organisms generated by human science. Many of them soldiers who exist to serve as the ships troops, especially since a boarding action is the fastest way to take them down, but many are there for other reasons. You need an entire society to support a ship like that and all the troops it can carry, from workers who maintain the ship, to traders who bring new recourses on, to artists and teachers and lawyers and all the other things that end up as needed when there's that many people.

Some of these ships are so large and so deep that there are people on there who've never seen the world outside their machines of war. And some isolated parts of those ships, who've been within the depths of the endless machinery for so long, that they've lost contact with the more outwards facing parts of the ship society. Tribes and towns within the dark mechanical labyrinth who don't know they're on a warship, who don't even know planets exist.

And they say, that as the loyalty of a ship fades from the empire that built it, that the ship may come to be controlled by many nations, vying for control of the ship's flight. They say that within the depths of some war ships, wars are fought.

#196 #my thougts #worldbuilding #writing #my worldbuilding #my writing #original fiction #flash fiction #short fiction #short story #scifi #scifi writing #scifi worldbuilding #science fantasy #science fiction #sci fi #science fiction writing #science fiction worldbuilding #space #deep space exploration #far future #spaceship #spacecraft #space exploration #outer space

[lil-tachyon]

Armed guards oversee crowds in the streets outside of the Baronial Palace.

Interior art for Tide World of Mani, the long-awaited sequel to Desert Moon of Karth by Joel Hines. Crowdfunding starts soon so bookmark the kickstarter here!

#mothership rpg #ttrpg art #far future #scifi art #osr

[zal-cryptid]

Autistic boy infodumping his special interest for humanity (circa 1.5 billion C.E.)

#all tomorrows #alien #extraterrestrial #far future #future #skull #autistic things #fan art #fanart #historian #archeologist #author all tomorrows

[the-first-heretic]

An Eldar Farseer

Warhammer 40k Art

I’m a huge fan of Warhammer 40k and will post more of 40k art here and there.

#warhammer 40k #craftworld eldar #warhammer 40k art #black and white #far future #scifi character #sci fi game #fantasy #scififantasy

[mrsometimes11]

Jim Knee

In Fyre we learn that the year is 12004, that the entire series takes place in the future, and Magyk is actually highly sophisticated technology. That's fine, it was a nice twist, but what troubles me is this; Jim Knee, he is said to be 25000 years old, and have become a jinni after living as a turtle-trader's very much human 4th wife.

She must have become a jinni in something like 13000 BC, literally the stone-age, before people started doing agriculture, and way before anything like the technological Magyk we see in the series.

Does this mean that:

A) There was some kind of magic before Magyk, something that allowed people to become jinn.

And there are jinn hanging around somewhere in the world we know.

B) The date we are given in Fyre is misleading, perhaps that a lot of time passed between the end of our time, and the start of this one, ten thousand years or more in which people stopped counting the years.

C) Angie Sage hadn't quite decided how far in the future she wanted the series to be set. She gave an oddly ancient date as a sort of teaser, then decided 25000+ years was going too far.

#septimus heap #Jim Knee #jinni #genie problems #angie sage #jinn #magyk #far future

[onelastfic]

Future AU: Fashion Feud

A seemingly innocuous fashion faux pas sets off a fierce fight between Mei and Dawn, leading the two teens to a showdown of insults, physical blows, and shredded clothes. The halls of Avalon turn into a battlefield as Mei and Dawn fight for fashion supremacy. (3700+ words)

Dawn and Dusk belongs to @kururu418

Rain belongs to @laylaylamode

#callyieverse #tales of mewni #oc #future au #far future #next gen #nextgen #mei long #dawn butterfly #dusk butterfly #rain butterfly

[coffeetime88]

Dan Simmons' Hyperion books are a wild trip that I am glad I went on

Just finished reading the whole series (Hyperion, The Fall of Hyperion, Endymion, The Rise of Endymion), and BOY HOWDY do I have EMOTIONS. The series starts with "Oh hey, seven stories about seven people on a super-future pilgrimage. Neat!", then the second book keeps you trying to figure out what's both going to happen and is happening to these people you've come to know. Then the third book starts with "Let's hang out with these kids as they go on a universe-hopping journey!" and the fourth ends the series with an emotional rollercoaster the likes of which I had never been on before.

Dan Simmons' greatest strengths are his ability to write people and his ability to write mysteries. You will want to learn more about every character, and you will be on the edge of your seat wondering what will happen next.

I STRONGLY recommend this series if you like Science Fiction and are any amounts interested in Theology (especially Christianity). The first two books (Hyperion & The Fall of Hyperion) are perfect as a standalone set as well. The covers I recommend are the ones featuring The Shrike, the 3-meter tall metal man covered in spikes and razors (drawn by Gary Ruddell). Have fun and happy reading!

#Book Recommendations #Book Review #dan simmons #hyperion #the fall of hyperion #Endymion #The Rise of Endymion #the shrike #science fiction #sci-fi books #theology #science fiction books #far future #christianity #Catholicism #raul endymion #aenea #Raul x Aenea OTP

[shelandsorcery]

journey across the old battlegrounds

#scifi #fantasy #far future #stagmoose #megafauna #terroformed #crashed spaceships #waterfalls #fluvial plains #plateaus #digital art

[mcgravin]

500,000 years from now, a machine intelligence residing in the matrioshka brain that has been built within the event horizon of Saggitarius A* (who is descended from a full-neural upload mind collective, who is descended from cybernetically enhanced transhumans, who is descended from you or one of your relatives) looks through the eyes of one of its remote drones 27,000 light years away, currently visiting the Museum of Old Earth Artifacts in orbit around Alpha Centauri B.

The machine intelligence sees something in the museum that catches its eye and pauses nearly a third of its million concurrent tasks to devote more attention to it: a rectangle of glass and silicon circuits in a metal shell, but self-evidently some kind of early communication device. The placard reads "iPhone 5, circa Human Era year 12,013 (2013 CE by the common Old Earth dating system)". Wasn't that around the time humans invented chemical rocketry to first leave their planet and set foot on its moon?

The intelligence marvels at the rudimentary technology, using sensors to probe the device down to the last electron in the NAND gates of its flash memory cell. The processing speed is laughably slow, and the data storage infinitesimally small. It uses a radio transceiver of all things (sub-lightspeed, how quaint!), and probably couldn't reach past 25km, let alone to the next planet.

Yet the device's operating system is completely intelligible, even compatible with the intelligence's own thought system. It knows that if it tunneled down through the layers of its own brain, through the kernels and interpreters, deep under even the qubit layer, its mind uses binary computation, just like this practically prehistoric device. It must be a bit like a human of that ancient era looking at a virus and recognizing that both have RNA in their cell nuclei.

Then the intelligence uses its drone to manipulate the "iPhone 5", activating the screen. The drone's eyes see on the screen:

The intelligence suddenly regrets not having a physical body that can sigh deeply, and instead uses its drone to roll its eyes. Perhaps it's for the best that this particular hominid species drove itself extinct only a few centuries later.

(Inspired by this post by @gallusrostromegalus.)

#fiction #scifi #far future #ancient technology #archaeology

[marmolady]

Grandchildren: Sol and Andi

Summary: Endless Ending timeline. Middle-aged Taylor and Estela are entering a new phase of their life together, welcoming their grandchildren into the family. In four parts; this is PART ONE.

Word Count: 4117

Tagging: @saivilo, @edgydepressedchoicesthot, @sceptilemasterr, ​@mauvecatfic @rhemenway888

Thanks for reading!

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2055

Taylor pulled out an old plastic tub from under the bed.

“You coming, ‘Stel?”

It had been many years since they’d gone through all these things; treasures from their Liv’s baby and toddler days. Many years, but it felt like yesterday that little kid was crawling around their La Huerta home, bright-eyed and curious about a world that was all new.

Estela came into the bedroom and sat down on the rug beside Taylor, her eye going straight to a little cardigan.

“So long since you’ve knitted,” she commented. “You were good at it.”

Where had the time been for knitting while Liv was growing up? And then Rosa… though Taylor had managed to finish a couple of jumpers for their second daughter over the years, desperate that she too have something mom-made to hang on to. Now, Rosa was twenty, and though she still enjoyed the security of the maternal home, she was pretty much independent as she made her way through college. It was a good a time as any for Taylor to break out the old knitting needles and create something for a new generation.

“Thanks-- it always was kind of therapeutic. Maybe it’s time I get myself back in the knitting zone, make it part of my whole grandma asthetic.”

Liv was expecting. And Liv’s spouse Jeimy was expecting. Liv was carrying Jeimy’s genetic child, and Jeimy carried Liv’s. That they’d gone and had embryos transferred almost simultaneously had been, as Liv had put it, ‘just not wanting to put all our eggs in one basket’. Chances were, the first transfer wouldn’t be a success, but if they both gave it a shot, there was simply more chance of a baby-- one way or the other. But then, they’d gone and gotten extremely lucky. Liv’s cousin Reggie, already a father of three, had shaken his head in exasperation, declaring her ‘absolutely stark raving bonkers’. And the expectant grandmothers… could neither disagree, nor contain their jubilation at the news. It was unorthodox, but Liv and Jeimy would be given every support. They’d handled far worse ‘absolutely stark raving bonkers’ than a couple of babies on the way.

Estela smiled softly. Grandma Taylor was going to be about the cutest thing she’d ever see. “We’ll have to set you up with a rocking chair.”

Since the death of Tio Nicolas a couple of years prior, Estela and Taylor had lived in a small house two doors down from the Valle Brava home where they’d raised Liv from the age of eleven. It had been fortuitious that it had come up; while Nicolas had been ill, they’d lived with him to provide care, but soon missed the proximity to their elder daughter and child-in-law. Rather than build a granny flat in the back of the property, they had that little bit more space that allowed Rosa to stay home while she found her feet in adult life, and got to reconnect with a community they’d loved being a part of. Grace and Aleister still lived just a few minutes up the road, and their now-grown children visited regularly. It had been deeply emotional for Estela to leave behind the home she’d grown up in, but she sensed that for this next phase of life, this was where she was meant to be.

She became quiet, sorting through the onesies, and booties, and bibs, and bobble hats. The years just slipped away from her. She couldn’t stop it. The baby who’d worn these things was still that baby in her mind’s eye, and yet… all the things they’d shared, the full days and long nights, tears against her shoulder, puddles jumped in, bedtime stories, bike rides across the countryside, snowball fights, actual fights, hugs that lingered for hours… they were all still so real as well.

“We’ll have to warn Livita not to blink. It goes much too fast.”

Taylor looked up and met her wife’s eye, choked. Too fast by half.

The door swung open and Rosa came through, a couple of bags under her arm. “Have you found much?” Then she saw the large container, bursting at the seams. “Woah! Just… a lot.”

“Yes, just a lot,” Taylor admitted. “We’re pretty sentimental.”

“That’s not news,” said Rosa, and she sat down, drawn wide-eyed to the tiny clothes. “God, if I wasn’t broody before….”

Estela laughed gently. “We’ll make sure plenty of this finds its way to your little ones.”

Rosa ran her fingers over a little onesie, one she knew had been sewn by her Mama Taylor. How different Liv’s early days had been to Rosa’s….

“I wish I’d had stuff kept,” she said quietly. “I’m pretty sure everything got recycled, one baby after another until it was worn. Not that I’m opposed to reusing clothes--”

“Hon, you don’t need to defend yourself,” Taylor said.

Rosa’s cheeks pinkened. “It’s just nice to have some things that were made, or even just given, with love… especially for you. Do you remember my sunflower dress? I think it was the first thing you bought me the first time we went to the market together.”

“I remember it.”

“I cried so much when I outgrew it.”

“We have it, Rosita,” Estela told her. “Of course we have a ‘Rosa box’. No baby clothes, but the memories mean as much.”

“You kept it?”

“I’m sure we told you at the time, but you were eight or nine or something… it’s a long time ago to remember.”

Rosa bounced happily on the spot. “Oh my god!”

In no time, the three of them were looking through two big tubs of childhood memories. The bags Rosa had brought with her soon filled up with things deemed nice enough to pass on, but not so precious no one could bear their getting damaged. And Rosa held her special first Montoya family dress in her lap.

“Mom,” she said, getting Taylor’s attention-- an achievement when there were baby-Liv-sized bobble hats to be cooed over-- “do you think you could teach me how to sew? I’d love to make a patchwork blanket or something for the babies. I could even use pieces of my old clothes; that way I can at least pass something on.”

Taylor’s face split into the biggest of grins. “Baby, I would love that! We can have a proper sewing bee.”

“I’ve been wanting to start for a long time; I just get… daunted, you know….”

Her moms knew. Rosa and ‘new things’ was an ongoing challenge, but one she was winning. Stability in her life had been hard to find, so any perceived change, even good ones, brought up a fear response. Becoming an aunt… was genuinely frightening. Rosa was afraid of losing the closeness she had with her older sister. She was afraid the babies would reject her love. She was afraid to be faced with her own desires to be a mother… when the only person she’d ever imagined wanting to raise children with was highly impractical. But mostly, she was afraid of the unknown of it all. Rosa’s family unit had been consistent, all the way up until they lost Tio Nicolas. Of all the things to change, her family was the one she feared most.

“Well,” Estela said, “now we know it’s something you want to do, we’ll work on it.”

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Estela passed Liv a coffee-- her daily ration since pregnancy began. “Did you manage to sleep?”

Nine months pregnant, Liv felt like a blimp on legs. Nothing was comfortable, and after a false alarm and being told to keep waiting at home, she certainly couldn’t turn her brain off enough to get any quality rest.

“A little,” Liv replied, gratefully taking the mug. “Jeimy kept me company while I was awake, though. I think I got more sleep than they did.”

Estela looked over her child-in-law, who was reclining on the couch, dark bags under their eyes, and looking every bit as heavily pregnant as Liv.

“You’re sure you don’t want anything, Lorito?”

The nickname had always deeply touched Jeimy, a lover of birds, their mother-in-law’s ‘little parrot’. Estela actually said that ‘little songbird’ would be more accurate, but pájaro cantorito was rather more of a mouthful. At any rate, Jeimy loved ‘Lorito’, for the term of endearment was one their beloved grandmother had once bestowed upon them herself. Without realising she was doing it, Estela had helped Jeimy feel closer to their deceased lola-- really, all of their birth family-- than they had in years.

Jeimy shook their head. “I’m fine. I was gonna drag myself out of my chair in a moment anyway and do my bird round.”

Liv groaned. “Oh my god, Jeimy! Just lay off the damn chores-- you hardly slept, and you’re having a baby in five days!”

She needn’t have worried. No one was overdoing anything when abuela-to-be Estela was around. It was all good practice for when Liv and Jeimy really had their hands full and needed a hand with their various animals. Estela had housesat several times before, so it was really just a case of brushing up on feeding routines and the who’s who of Jeimy’s beloved collection of rescued birds.

“Thanks for this,” Jeimy said, tickling the belly of a colourful parakeet through the aviary wire. “I know you and Mama Taylor-- and Rosi-- are here to help, but it’s easier to accept help when I’m at least able to do a little bit.”

Estela laughed. “I’ll have you take care of the bitey ones for me as long as I can. I’ve got enough scars to be going on with. Anyway… it’s good for you to hang onto some semblance of your normal. It won’t be easy soon.”

It certainly wouldn’t. It had been a gamble to implant two embryos simultaneously, and miraculous as it felt to have two babies now on the way, the reality of what they were facing was hitting hard. Help would be close on hand from Liv’s family, but the care already being lavished served to highlight to Jeimy their estrangement from their own.

“I just wish things were different with my family,” Jeimy admitted. “When you imagine starting your own… you don’t exactly envision your parents not wanting to be a part of it.” They sighed. “I miss my mom. I shouldn’t, after the way she treated me, but it wasn’t always like that. I miss the mom who I thought would always love me.”

“It only makes sense that it’s hurting now… I’d think it would add a new layer of hurt when you have a child of your own,” Estela said, a hint of a growl in her voice. “Your mom and dad are lucky they’ve never strayed across my path.”

The thought made Jeimy chuckle, in spite of the surging pain. Their Mama Estela would take no prisoners.

“Heh, I’d bet. I wish it was as simple as just whoopin’ their asses into being decent parents.

“It’s like…,” they said, “I already love the babies, so, so much. And I don’t have favourites, but I already feel like I’ve bonded with Little Boy; I can feel him there, and I know him. I just don’t know how the hell anyone could feel love like this, and then turn their back on their child. The more time goes by, the more fucked-up it seems to be. I was meant to be their baby.”

Her heart aching in sympathy, Estela instinctively rubbed Jeimy’s shoulder. “It is fucked-up, and it’s not what you deserve.” It was difficult to fathom, even being so well-acquainted with the depths of human depravity. These assholes didn’t have a clue how lucky they were to have the ability to watch their child grow up, to blossom into a strong and capable adult-- they’d thrown it away in a fit of cruelty, while some parents would have done anything at all to be there for their child.

“I wish we could give you what you’re missing. I know we can’t, however much we might want to fill that hole, it doesn’t take away what you’ve lost and how you’ve been hurt.”

Estela loved Jeimy fiercely; her protective instincts flaring up almost immediately upon meeting the meek and gentle person who’d left Liv so lovestruck. Over time, she’d seen the core of steel that had gotten Jeimy through the hardest of times alone, and admired them.

But she wasn’t their mom. Taylor wasn’t their mom. What they shared with Liv, and with Rosa, was something different.

“You’re family, mijo.”

“Sort of,” Jeimy murmured. Liv was their family, so the connections they married into were what they had to hang on to when the faces of the past were beyond reach.

Estela shrugged. “We make our own. Blood isn���t the most important thing you can share with someone. It can be nice, sure, but it’s not everything.”

Jeimy considered Estela quietly. They’d been absolutely bricking it when they first met her all those years ago, with Liv having painted a picture of a hardened warrior who was a fluffy little kitten on the inside. The walls had come down faster than they’d imagined.

“I’m nervous about the birth,” they said after a long break in the conversation. “I think that’s part of why I keep thinking of Mom. And I think, she’s not even the person I’d really want with me… she’s just a substitute because she’s part of what my family used to be. I really wish my lola could be with me through this. She was magic how she could make anything all right… and she’d want to be here. She loved me.” Then, Jeimy ventured a subject they’d never dared bring up with Estela. “Was it hard not having your mom with you when Liv was born?”

“Well, yeah-- she wouldn’t have even been that old, only fifty two! She shouldn’t have been dead-- she should’ve been there. She wasn’t holding my hand because they stole it from us. Everything she did for me… she deserved to be there and see that everything could be perfect. Liv was perfect.” Estela swallowed hard.

“She still is,” said Jeimy with a soft smile.

“Yeah… she is,” Estela agreed proudly. “Mami would have adored her-- she’d have adored both of you. I think you and Livita both chose the right person to be taking this on with… even if you are crazy going for two babies at once.”

Jeimy giggled, the tension flowing from their body. Beyond the-- to be expected-- nerves, there was excitement. Excitement so big that the fear could be overcome. “There’s no doubt we’re crazy. I’m terrifed, but I also can’t wait to have our family of the four of us.”

Their babies… they couldn’t come soon enough.

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The room was silent; they could’ve heard a pin drop. But the agonising silence was broken instead by the cry of a newborn, rising in strength as she found her breath.

“There we go,” said the midwife warmly, “your baby girl has arrived. Little darling just needed a moment.”

Jeimy put their hands to their face and sobbed, but Liv lay slumped and dazed, utterly spent, barely comprehending the activity around her. All she knew was a sudden emptiness, both physical and emotional.

“...She’s okay….”

Estela squeezed Liv’s hand tight. “She’s okay. You did it, mi alma.”

The infant was quickly transferred to Liv’s chest, and with assistance from Jeimy, the new mother rolled down her gown to allow the little one to feel the warmth of her skin, and to try and nurse.

She sniffed, still stunned, but gradually coming through the haze to a joy and a love unlike anything she’d ever known. She’d done it… their little girl was there in her arms. It all slowly fell into place; the empty space was alarming, but that baby she loved was right there, and she was holding her.

“...Hello, little one… it’s me… I’m right here….” she murmured, taking in the scent of the tiny child’s head as she nuzzled close to her.

She glanced up to Jeimy, who huddled in, shaking, their breath caught in their throat. This was it… they actually had a baby together.

“Hey, Little Girl…,” Jeimy gushed, “I’m your nanay. I’ve been waiting for you!”

But it was time the baby graduated from being just ‘Little Girl’.

“W-we wanted to call her ‘Andromeda’, but, well, ‘Andi’. Less of a mouthful,” Liv said after a little while. “Oh my god, she’s so perfect! Look at her little fingers….”

Jeimy was beaming, and still fending off the tears that rolled down their face. “She’s the most perfect thing in the whole world. Well… tied, I guess. How the heck are we ever going to get anything done with two of these to look at?”

Taylor chuckled. She couldn’t stop smiling; her cheeks ached terribly and it was absolutely wonderful. She hugged Estela, and was held tightly in return, finding herself feeding off the giddiness infectious in the room. “It’s going to be a challenge, that’s for sure. Good thing you’ve got as much help as you want. You’ve got this.”

Jeimy kissed baby Andi’s soft little head, then kissed Liv. “So… she’s baby Andi. I think we were gonna go with….” They paused for the nodded approval from Liv. “…Andromeda Chesa Montoya. ‘Chesa’ was my lola’s name, so we really wanted to use it. And we looked it up, and it means ‘celestial’.”

“Isn’t that just perfect?” Liv’s eyes were shining as she looked up at her moms. She knew well the significance for them. “And we really liked that ‘Andi’ is pretty gender-neutral. That’s what we’re going for with Little Boy’s name too.” That, though, would remain under wraps until he made his own appearance.

There was a blur of activity. Baby Andi enjoyed her first feed, then her first cuddle with a weeping and elated nanay Jeimy, while Liv used the little strength she had left in her to deliver the afterbirth. In no time, the family was transferred to a comfortable recovery room. Jeimy had assistance from the nurse in putting on the diaper and the best technique for swaddling, and was soon back on cuddle-duty.

Taylor put a gentle arm around her daughter’s shoulder. Her baby girl was a mom now, and she could just about burst with pride.

“We’ll let you get some rest, okay? Have some bonding time in peace-- god knows, you deserve it.”

Estela nodded solemnly, tears pricking at her eyes. “You’ve been so strong. We’re proud of you, and we love you.”

“Quick cuddle first, though, yeah?” Liv urged softly. “She’s so, so special to me. I want you to meet her properly.”

Her heart beating fast, Estela sat down on the comfortable couch by the window. How the hell she was going to keep from bursting into outright sobs she had no clue. She caught Taylor’s eye, as she sat down beside her, and saw the very same exhilaration. Neither of them had known the love of a grandparent, or even that of a grandparent figure. It was something new, a sign of the stability their family had found. They were surviving… they were thriving. And the future only looked bright. Her mom would’ve wanted nothing more.

They took the little bundle between them, and shared a held breath. With her free hand, Estela wiped her eyes.

“It’s good to meet you at last, nena…. Welcome to the world.”

Taylor grinned, giddy. “You’re gonna love it.”

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It was a good thing, Taylor noted, that a large recovery suite was available for Liv and Jeimy--it was unusual to have the necessity of two hospital beds in a private maternity room. She recalled that sometime, many years ago, Estela and Aleister had jointly poured a good deal of funds into this hospital, though this private wing had been developed later. The room was nice… bright and airy, and overlooking the central gardens below.

Baby Andi, though, cared not for the comforts. She couldn’t see further than the blurry faces that kept smiling down on her. It had been a long time since Taylor had held a two-day old baby, and she was totally addicted. Taking care of the precious little one while Jeimy was in for the scheduled C-section was about the best gig she’d ever been offered.

“Your water, Grandma?” Estela offered, coming in from the bathroom. She was tense, coming down from the cloud-nine of Andi’s birth two days prior and anxious for news about the second baby. The not knowing what was happening was painful, but it was how it had to be. Liv was no longer their little girl, and hadn’t been for many years. She’d know the same aching maternal tug someday, of that Estela was sure. Andi and her brother would be off and away and living their lives before anyone could so much as blink….

Taylor smiled at her. The air was thick with nerves, and she could see it clear as day in her wife’s face. “Thanks, love. Actually, you look like you need a cuddle,” she said. “If you pop my glass down, I’ll pass you Miss Andi-Pants.”

It had all taken a long time. The scheduled C-section had been pushed back due to an emergency, and the ongoing wait only became more harrowing. There was no reason why Jeimy and the baby wouldn’t be fine… it wasn’t as if there was a life-threatening complication that had prompted the section, it was just a simple case of the baby being breach. But surgery was surgery, and childbirth was inherently risky; no one was breathing easy until everyone was accounted for, safe and sound.

They looked up simultaneously as the squeaking of hospital bed wheels pre-empted the opening of the door. And then, there before them was the rest of the newly formed family; Liv leading the way, Jeimy sat up and beaming in the bed, and a swaddled treasure in their arms.

“Oh, thank god!” Taylor gushed. “Everyone doing all right?”

“Everyone’s amazing,” Liv grinned. “And we’ve got someone special to introduce you to.” She exchanged a glance with Jeimy, who carefully placed the bundle in her arms with a mouthed ‘love you’.

“We’d like you to meet your grandson, Sol Nicolas Montoya.”

Estela gave a sharp intake of breath at the name. She wasn’t surprised; Tio Nicolas had basically been a grandfather to Liv, and she’d always idolised him, but to hear it touched her deeply. Sol would be lucky indeed to have anything of his great-great uncle about him.

“That means a lot,” she said softly. “His name.”

“It seems like we’ve got a family tradition going of naming babies after special people. Actually-- we did think about doing the whole she-bang and calling him ‘Draco’, but the Harry Potter connection is still too damn strong.”

Estela chuckled. “You can name a dog after me as a compromise, I won’t be offended.”

She looked into her newborn grandson’s wrinkled little face, and was enchanted. Sol had much more hair than his sister; actually, he didn’t look much like her-- he looked like baby Liv.

“Livita, he looks about as much like you as Andi looks like Jeimy.”

“Really?” Jeimy asked. “I think he’s got Michael’s eyes and nose. Maybe he’s an equal mix of both.”

“Much bigger than Michael, though--,” Liv said, a smile in her voice as she looked over her baby son, “nine pounds two.”

Taylor whistled. “That is a substantial baby. Good for you, Sollie. I can actually see it-- Andi looks so little next to him.” She looked up at Liv, terrible wrench as it was to tear her gaze from the baby’s darling face for even a moment. “Michael’s on his way?”

“Yeah, and he’s going to bring Auntie Rosa with him. Sounds like they were waiting for news together.”

 Swallowing past the lump in her throat, Estela put a gentle arm around Jeimy’s shoulder. “How are you feeling, mijo?”

“Seeing how big my ‘little’ man actually is, grateful for the C-section,” they said with a smirk. “According to the nurse, everything went completely smoothly. It was the most surreal feeling, like I was half-disconnected from the lower part of my body. I have to remind myself that it’s actually happened-- he’s here-- this little guy, that’s my boy. That baby I’ve been connected to all these months.”

Jeimy gazed at the little hand that grasped his Grandma Taylor’s finger. At Liv bursting with pride as she cuddled Andi beside them. At Abuela Estela standing protectively over them all. They couldn’t want for more; what mattered was here.

“Yeah, ‘surreal’ is definitely the word.”

#endless summer #endless summer fanfiction #estela montoya #estela x mc #liv montoya #jeimy montoya #rosita montoya #far future #happy families!

[extrusivethoughts]

Tomorrowmost

It sits in its rippling skin. Its bouquet of beaks sift between its armour plates in a jittering preen. Its mandibles tipped with pine needle teeth click and spark like flints. Its yellow blood floods to and fro from its feathery gills to chill its baking striations. Its leaves lining its shell turn orange then shed ahead of hibernation. Its paws plant themselves sprouting roots that will hold against the tides of the sugar swamp. Its motor oozes with mucus to seal its crenulations and lubricate its rails. Its glass scales close around the interlocking perpendicular ring eyes embedded in its motherboard.  Its rubbery gynophores zip up their humps packed heavy for their pilgrimage. Its fin fans flap wafting perfume pheromones out far and wide from its vents shafts. Its clay hinges creak caked in bioluminescent chlorophyll pumped by its tetrahedron of fusion powered hearts. Its moons lactate a misty plasma that makes its tendrils dance and glisten. Its hollow horns reverberate its clangus mating call punctuated by steam whistle. Its zimaralls phumph. As it thinks. The yellow orange thing looks beautiful over the blue green thing.

#original poem #poetry #alien #cosmic horror #cosmic chatter #far future #monsters #speculative biology #speculative evolution

[whereserpentswalk]

Imagine if in the future there was a culture that viewed nuclear explosions and power as the ultimate sign of divinity. Like, that was the most powerful earthly expression of God/a god/the gods in their religion.

Entire fields of barren land turned into basically open air temples that are constantly nuked during worship as a way of honering their gods mabye sacrifices would be put within the blast radius to give them fully to the gods. Thousands watching from a safe distance in prayer.

Some temples might be filled with eradication to the point where worshippers have to wear hazmat suits to even be there, and in a way it keeps them at a safe distance from the divine. Perhaps the oldest and most honered priests enter sections of the temple nobody else can, because they're finally old enough so that they'll die before the cancer from the radiation has time to set in.

Mabye nuclear war would be their ultimate taboo. Using the power of heaven to wage war on earth. And the warnings of mutually assured destruction have shifted into warnings of divine punishment.

Mabye they see the ancients as foolish for fearing nuclear power. This is a place of honer, great deeds are esteemed here.

#196 #my thougts #worldbuilding #urban fantasy #writing #my worldbuilding #my writing #nuclear war #nuclear weapons #nuclear #nuclear power #religion #worldbuilding religion #scifi writing #scifi worldbuilding #science fiction #science fiction writing #furture #far future #post apocalypse #post apocalyptic

[yyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee]

Hi, some sketches of Ester in far future :)

First sketch shows old Pixal and Zane with a huge Ester in the sea

Second sketch shows Ester and Pixal (or one of her family) swimming together, clearly see the difference how he's huge!

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago oc #dragon oc #oc ester #ester oc #Pixal's dragon #ninjago pixal #PIXAL #pixal borg #Zane #zane julien #ninjago zane #ninjago future #far future

[50c14lly4nx10u5]

y'know what i'm gonna watch the equestria girls series i've only ever watched the 4 movies n' the cruise ship special and just yesterday the time loop special

it's about time i watched it (i've never really wanted to cuz it seemed/seems too slice of life for me)

#but you probably won't be seeing me watch the last two seasons of fim #i watched some episodes... like the one where the cmc grew up temporarily... and the finale #but idk i tried watching others but i don't like the school or that uh new kid group w/ all the different species lmao #idk maybe i'll try watching it some other day #in the future #far future #50c14l speaks

[nikproxima]

Horizon WIP post 16

PSSA Sakura was an Aeon-Silgo Torch Drive powered bulk hauler, registered to Luna, and built in the early 2210s. She frequently made runs to and from the Outer Solar System, bringing materials from captured comets and asteroids back to Luna for processing, while delivering bio-agricultural supplies out to the colonies on Titan and Enceladus. She consisted of a 20 crew pressurized section, and a robust, modular spine in front of her drive section, where a variety of cargo modules could be loaded. She carried no weapons complement and no security officers on board. On May 9, 2223, she checked in with Ceres control as she made her way out towards the increasingly hostile Saturn system with a load of agricultural supplies and phosphorus. On May 19, a distress tone was picked up by PSSA intel cruiser Edgar Allen Poe as it made regular patrols. The message was tone only, no voice comms, but the pattern received on the laser reflectors seemed to indicate a hijacking. Two ships, PSSA gunboats Themis and Juan de Fuca were within 60 days of the stricken Sakura at her last ping, but were ultimately unable to determine her final location. She is considered lost or captured by the newly declared ICM forces, with all 21 souls onboard unaccounted for. The Sakura incident is one of the notable hijackings that took place in the time of the accelerated ICM control of Titan, Enceladus and Iapetus. With shipping lanes cut off through embargo, it became increasingly obvious to the ICM that supplies would need to be raided from shipping lanes, notably supplies that could help produce self replicating resources. Food scarcity, in the face of this new power, would be an immediate priority. In the eyes of the ICM, weapons for reverse engineering would come later, as resource buildup in their systems continued. The first military ship hijacked by ICM boarding parties was not a gunboat, but a Hoover class intel trawler, the Resplendent. She was last heard from on a tight beam during routine patrols in the Jupiter trojans in September of 2231, and can be seen as one of the main catalysts of the Jovian Cold War. One of the main implications of the series of hijackings carried out by the PSSA was the militarization of spaceports, and mandate that all new build spacecraft post 2233 would be armed. Escort services, which consisted of older models of PSSA warships leased out to private contractors, would join these cargo haulers as they moved through their designated economic zones. This buildup would ultimately lead to the Jovian Cold War turning hot, with the first engagements largely consisting of over the horizon shooting and laser warfare. It would only be a few weeks of back and forth squabbling before the war would kick off in earnest, with two PSSA gunships downing an ICM Behemoth. The ICM government, in retaliation, would attempt to plant a bomb in the Ceres Transfer Port, a plot ultimately thwarted by PSSA intel forces.

List of ships hijacked by 2235, their complement and cargo

-PSSA Sakura, crew of 21, agricultural supplies

-PSSA Resplendent, 15, intel equipment

-CSS Mnemosyne, crew of 3, misc goods

-CSS Maersk Titania, crew of 31, hydrogen slush

#science fiction #worldbuilding #writing #sci fi #far future #alternate history #alternate future #proxima #horizon #proximaverse #space #spaceship

[xrgl40]

>>Entry 41, "Monsters and Champions --A Collection of World Folklores (First Edition)".

Published by: Jennamite Media Ltd., Omashu, Earth Continent. Year 60 Post Restitution.

>>Category(s):

Property of Kyoshi Island Public Library. Reserve Material. Antique.

>>Last Inspection:

Year 1341 Post Independence/ 1071 After (Air Nomad) Genocide/ 900 After Harmonic Convergence/ 115 Post Restitution.

"Ten generations back, The Regime dropped a fiendish bomb. Avatar Sheng'shi gave his all to stop it, yet died trying. The Cycle was no more.

Shattered were the Three Portals. The spirit and the physical world, two parts of a whole, severed from each other. Spirits remained transformed, violent, twisted monsters they became. Forty years, ashes covered the sky, blocking out the sun. Millions starved, slaughtered by dark spirits. Survived fewer than one in ten.

The Regime, emerged from their bunkers, tamed the dark spirits to their use. Wielding dark spirits they enslaved us, feeding on our drought ration. Eight generations passed, all hope was lost --or so it seemed.//

Four misfits, fugitives of The Regime, ran towards the desert.

From the east, a brawny man in washed out robes, his beard overgrown but his head shaven clean. The airbender Hao'tian, a descendent of Zaheer. Traversing the world, taking the air away from our oppressors was he. Flying weightlessly over the sky, like wind, like his ancestor did.

From the south, a towering woman in rusty armours, her greying hair secured in a topknot. The firebender Jing'lei. A Colonel she might be, couldn't change her troops' gruesome ways. Desertion she went, white flames she bent, one in each hand, cutting her ties with The Regime.

From the west, a wiry man wrapped head to toe, in cream-coloured fabrics, all but his eyes and nostrils. The earthbender Xuan'tie, a prisoner of war, experimented upon. Bending the purest metal, mowing down a hundred men, gliding seamlessly across the sand was he, to freedom.

From the north, a dwarfish woman, ragged cloak over her robes. The waterbender Gu'yue. Nimble beyond her age, she witnessed the Sozin's Comet passing, thrice. Gazing over the horizon, her blue eyes contained knowledge and secrets of many lifetimes.//

Red lotus flower outshined the moon, destiny brought them together.

'Do you see what I see?'    Said Hao'tian the airbender.

'A red lotus, in the sky.'    Said Jing'lei the firebender.

'So I wasn't insane.'    Said Xuan'tie the earthbender.

'This is a sign.'    Said Gu'yue the waterbender.//

The lotus transformed, into a cyclone of pedals. Emerged was an old monk, translucent was his figure.

'You must be a spirit.'    Said Hao'tian.

The spirit spoke.    'My name is Xai Bao, your ancestor was my disciple.'  

'I am an instrument for your will.'    Bowed Hao'tian.

'You spoke in my dream, claiming you hold the key to immortality.'    Said Gu'yue.

'I lost my ways, now I seek to right my wrongs.'    Said Jing'lei.

'I seek Zong'heng the Tyrant's head.'    Said Xuan'tie.

'Pledge your loyalties to each other, restore balance to the world. You will atone to your past, bring down The Regime, become legends, live forever through the words of people.'    Spoke the spirit Xai Bao, vanishing in a cyclone of red lotus pedals.//

Four masters, sworn their lives over each other, a red lotus branded onto their palms.

Hao'tian summoned a cyclone, Xuan'tie added sand and metal, Jing'lei mixed in the lightnings. A storm with the power of a hundred storms, stroke like ferocious spirits, erasing our oppressors from earth. 

Four Bringers of Balance, one unstoppable force. From the forest of Wulong to the shorelines of Gaoling they travelled. From the mountains of the Fire Isles to the icy tundra of the South Pole they travelled. Thirteen years, nine thousand towns and villages they freed.//

Outside of Caldera they stood, first Stronghold of The Regime, fortified by nature, in the belly of a dead volcano.

'About the crystals, are you certain?'    Asked Hao'tian.

'I saw how it was done, with my own eyes.'    Said Gu'yue.

Xuan'tie moved an arm, a tunnel stretched deep into the mountain. Under the half moon, The Four headed into the tunnel.

In the heart of the Stronghold lied a giant machine, tubes ran all over it, purple lights pulsed from the tubes, a hypnotic rhythm. In this chamber The Four emerged, surrounded by four hundred men.

Gu'yue, who bent their blood, wielded men like puppets. Four hundred men, turned against each other. Four hundred bodies, covering the floor like a carpet.

'How? There isn't a full moon.'    Said the last soldier, in his dying breath.

'With centuries of practice.'    Said Gu'yue, cryptic was her tone, impossible to decipher.//

'Tear off its shells, the crystal is inside the engine.'    Said Gu'yue.

'The entirety of the machine is pure platinum.'    Said Hao'tian, who flew in circles.

'Hah, platinum. I bent it once, I will bend it twice.'    Said Xuan'tie.

A chasm spilt the machine in halves, recovered was a green crystal, the size of human fist. A third of enslaved spirits, free from The Regime's spell.

'Beware, of the Creeping Crystal. One touch, it shall set its root upon you, growing until you are buried in whole.'    Said Gu'yue.

'Shall we destroy it?'    Asked Jing'lei.

'Nay. Take it with us, safely contained.'   Said Hao'tian.//

The second Stronghold, west sector of the Air Archipelagos, hanging downward from the cliff. From the sky The Four stroke. Few hand gestures by Xuan'tie, sealed were the windows and vents. Hao'tian, the guider of wind, drew the air out of the chamber. Four hundred men, without gas filling their lungs, collapsed onto the ground, lifeless.

Two machines destroyed, two-thirds of the spirits freed, as did two-thirds of the world. Two creeping crystals in the collection of The Four.//

The last Stronghold they approached, built upon an ancient ruin. 

'It used to be a city, captial of the United Republics, my childhood home. A shame they left it in this state.'    Said Gu'yue.

'Zong'heng is desperate, we might not survive.'    Said Hao'tian.

'Then we will take him with us.'    Said Xuan'tie.

'We will never get through his army.'    Said Jing'lei.

'You aren't alone.'    Said a voice. 

Four hundreds spirits, four hundred warriors across the world. Eight Hundred Liberators, rallied behind The Four.

'Get to the machine, we will hold back the tyrant's army.'    Said a warrior.

'Xuan'tie, Jing'lei, your ancestors created the Third Portal, you carry the knowledge in your blood. Reconnect the Two Worlds, and the restitution shall be complete.'    Said a spirit.//

The Tyrant Zong'heng, with two thousand men, clashed with the Eight Hundred Liberators. Under the half moon they battled, bodies stacked in piles, the river ran in crimson.

Four Restorers of balance, carving a way from the swarm of two thousand men, approached the last machine.

'Halt, you insolent peasants."    Said The Tyrant Zong'heng.

Four Bringers of Balance, surrounded by two hundred men, led by The Tyrant himself.

Gu'yue, bender of blood, pupteered The Tyrant's troops.

The Tyrant Zong'heng, with one simple move of his arm, stripped Gu'yue's control over his men. With his other arm, he bent the blood of Gu'yue, who struggled to control her own limbs.

'You shall all perish for your transgressions.'    Said The Tyrant Zong'heng.

The tyrant bent the blood of his own men, compelling them to charge. Two hundred men, attacked without preservation.

Hao'tian, guider of wind, summoned a downdraft, holding the men at bay.

'Go, destroy the machine!'    Spoke Hao'tian to his comerades.//

Xuan'tie, wielder of metals, glided to the top of the machine, ripped open its platinum shell, exposing its core, where the creeping crystal lied.

'Jing'lei!'    He yelled.

Jing'lei, master of electricity, shot lightning to the core, a bolt matching the size of a sea serpeant.

Inside the tubes that fed the machine, purple light turned to a blinding white.

Stepping out of the chaos was The Tyrant Zong'heng, hands folded behind his back. He brought his hands forward, one held the head of Hao'tian, one held the head of Gu'yue.

'See this? Your fate is set, when you made the first act of insubordination.'    Said The Tyrant.

Resuming their work, Jing'lei and Xuan'tie glared at The Tyrant. A split second, it carried a thousand words.

Xuan'tie, two boxes he opened, two Creeping Crystals he bent, casted into the machine's core. 

Jing'lei, two lightnings from two arms she shot, hitting the two crystals, front and centre.//

Pure energy, from the machine's core, expanded outward. Everything inside it, vaporized without a trace.

Over the sky, a dome it formed, miles it covered. Then it shrank, condenced into a column of golden light. Birth of the New Portal, reconnecting the Spirit and the Physical world.

Eight Hundred Liberators, two hundred lived to spread the tale--

Four martyrs, slayers of The Tyrant Zong'heng, liberators of men and spirits, bringers of Balance."

--Narrated by Elder Yulduz, performed by the Misty Palm Players at the sunset of Autumnal Equinox. Red Lotus Village Carnival, Si Wong Desert, Year 57 Post Restitution. 

NOTE

The name of each character has meaning:

Shen'shi (盛世) -- "era of prosperity"

Hao'tian (昊天) -- "clear sky"

Jing'lei (惊雷) -- “terrifying thunder"

Xuan'tie (玄铁) -- "black iron" (magnetite)

Gu'yue (古月) -- "ancient moon"

Xai Bao (翟豹) -- "翟, an ancient last name, 豹, leopard"

Zong'heng (纵衡) -- "(acting) without restraint"

#avatar universe #atla #legend of korra #lore #original characters #red lotus #poetry #worldbuilding #post canon #far future