#science and progress

[itistimetodisappear]

SPOILERS for outer wilds. Don't read unless you've played it.

Outer Wilds is really a memento Mori like no other. Many narratives describe death, show grief, sometimes in beautiful ways. And you may feel it empathetically, you may ever cry. But there's still a barrier between you and it. It is not actually happening to you. Outer wilds induces the 8 stages of grief in you, completely naturally. You don't even realise that's what's happening.

Of course the game understands what's happening, and it respect you so much. It's not tragic or morbid. In fact it never frames what's happening as 'sad' per say. It's just happening. It's so gentle with the subject matter and you don't understand why until the end. Outer wilds put a lot of the chaos of real life grief into perspective in such a kind way. Invaluable for my personal development honestly.

#outer wilds #outer wilds spoilers #i would say memento mori is the main theme of outer wilds #but there are so may other good themes to sink your teeth into #science and progress #religion #friendship and connection #the lasting effects of history #uncertainty #curiosity

[wanderingwriter87]

i know it's just bc they're so comically shippable and that era of pop music was so heavily about love and longing but i want to be freed from the constant realizations of "wow this is so garashir coded" every time i hear any song from 2003-2012

#questions of science #science and progress #do not speak as LOUD AS MY HEAAAART

[politijohn]

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#government #environment #environmentalism #environmetalists #climate science #climate activism #news #current events #Europe #the left #progressive

[furiosophie]

i know someone must have done this already but--

based on this post by @chaotic-kass

#dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #meowrpheus #cat!dream #yes i made hob a computer science professor #love the english and history professor headcanons #but also i think he'd make a real good computer science professor #bc in some roundabout way the progress the internet brought is out equivalent of the printing press #also i'm sure he would have very quickly realized that the thing that gives everyone access to every information at all times #is sth he should maybe keep an eye on #thus why not get into programming get ahead of the problem #with the potential to make a lot of money pretty anonymous too #keep his digital footprint in check #forge documents and images #you get it #anyway #id in alt text #soph arts

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

"100-200 years ago, people ate organic unprocessed food and didn't have vaccines... ... and lived to the ripe old age of 'died in childbirth.'"

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"Nature wants 5 of your 7 children dead. It wants you dead by 50. Everything better than that is brought to you by science & technology." -- David Frum

#science #human progress #wellbeing #life expectancy #organic food #unprocessed #processed foods #vaccines #vaccine #religion is a mental illness

[cotachan]

(WIP) Elster sketch for a painting

#fanart #art #signalis #signalis fanart #lstr 512 #elster #elster signalis #artists on tumblr #my art #elster fanart #science fiction #sketch #cyberpunk #pencil drawing #wip #work in progress #digital illustration #illustration #scifiart #scifi #cyborg #sketches

[catharsis-if]

It’s the year 3078. Everything is peaceful. No wars, no crimes, no racism, no social hierarchies. Nothing.

The world was at last unified under a single chip, designed to regulate human emotions. Everyone was equal, everyone was content, everyone was happy.

A perfect, ideal world everyone had hoped for.

That's what you thought, too.

That is, until your chip malfunctioned, and you began seeing things you've never seen before.

Customize your MC: name, gender, appearance, personality, and more.

5 romance options (not gender flexible)

Survive the new world you're thrown into

Figure out government mysteries and build relationships

Demo | Masterlist | Character Portraits (TBD)

Bailey Cromwell (M) The Boss

The quiet and stern man who found and brought you into your new world. He has a reputation for being stoic and cold, maybe even a bit heartless, but within your new society, he also appears to be highly respected.

And though he exudes an aura as cold as the winter breeze, the warmth you feel whenever his skin grazes against yours reminds you that he is human after all.

Alistair Esplin (F) The Leader

The quiet leader of the unit you've been assigned to. You'd assume she was of the same kind as your new boss had you not seen the subtle, occasional smiles she'd allow on her face.

But her sharp gaze and clear voice, her strong personality that shines through in times of panic makes you question if there are a lot more to her character than she chooses to reveal.

Kieran Argyle (M) The Troublemaker

The sarcastic and often grumpy member of your unit. But not only is he known for his sarcastic personality, he's also notorious for his mischief, causing trouble left and right, leaving more than just a little paperwork for your boss to complete.

Most people dismiss him to be an arrogant prick, but when you see his unconditional loyalty for his teammates, you can't help but wonder whether he'll allow you into his heart as well.

Juno Oshiro (M) The Sunshine

The resident sunshine and puppy of your unit. Even within your new society, he's known to be (and quite loved for) his bright smiles and personality.

As optimistic and outgoing as he is, in those rare moments you catch him by himself, in his moment of vulnerability, you think you can see a myriad of emotions swimming in his usually sparkling eyes.

Naolin Aguilar (F) The Bodyguard

The bodyguard assigned to protect you in missions. She rarely speaks, and the way she carries herself reminds you of a military general. Formal, efficient, and entirely professional.

And though she remains a hard shell to crack, during the rare moments she relaxes, you're allowed into a far expressive side of hers that leaves you curious for more.

#catharsis #if #interactive fiction #science fantasy #twine game #if game #wip #work in progress #catharsis if

[pinkblink]

I just thought everyone would like this. The “default” human in my biochem class was a female body. It’s something so small but this Kinda thing matters. It’s so common that a male body is shown as the default when studying biology and anatomy, so it’s refreshing to recognize the inherent bias.

#feminism #female represention #biology #women in stem #biochem #biochemistry #anatomy #stem #stem major #womens rights #bio #progress #science #hopefem #hope tag

[kafkasapartment]

…..What great births you have witnessed! The steam press, the steamship, the steel ship, the railroad, the perfected cotton-gin, the telegraph, the telephone, the phonograph, the photograph, photo-gravure, the electrotype, the gaslight, the electric light, the sewing machine, & the amazing, infinitely varied & innumerable products of coal tar, those latest & strangest marvels of a marvelous age. And you have seen even greater births than these; for you have seen the application of anæsthesia to surgery-practice, whereby the ancient dominion of pain, which began with the first created life, came to an end in this earth forever; you have seen the slave set free, you have seen monarchy banished from France, & reduced in England to a machine which makes an imposing show of diligence & attention to business, but isn't connected with the works. Yes, you have indeed seen much—but tarry yet a while, for the greatest is yet to come.

Letter from Samuel Clemens (Mark Twain) to Walt Whitman, 24 May 1889 on the occasion of Whitman’s birthday. (The entire letter is 8 pages).

#letters #walt whitman #mark twain #literature #birthday #culture #histoire #history #historia #writing #progress #internet #technology #life #poets #quotes #vintage #science

[bookshelf-in-progress]

Good Rich Earth: A Science Fiction Retelling of "The Secret Garden"

Ever since Mary had become an orphan, all adults did was tell each other about her story.

"Raised practically by robots, the poor thing. On one of those military space stations. She's never stepped foot on a planet!"

They talked over her just as if she wasn't there. Mary hated it. But then, she'd gotten used to hating things. Earth had so many things to hate.

She hated the outside air that got too hot or too cold or too humid and couldn't be changed by flipping a switch. She hated the sky with its constantly-changing light levels. She hated the gray clouds that always seemed to hang low over the big stone house where she was supposed to live with her uncle. She hated the vast, barren lands with the short scrubby plants that were all that had managed to grow since the Disasters.

But she hated the echoing darkness of that big house most of all, and so she spent most of her days in the hateful outdoors, looking for something to do. Ben let her tag along sometimes as he tended to the grounds. He called himself a gardener, so naturally Mary asked what a garden was.

"Its where we grow plants on purpose," Ben said.

"Like hydroponics?"

Ben sneered. "Hydroponics!" He lifted a handful of dirt from the ground. "In good rich earth! None of those weak, wispy water-plants with no more nutrition in them than a wet rag!"

Mary couldn't get another word out of him after that--he was too busy muttering to himself about space stations and their unholy, unnatural ways.

But she kept wondering about gardens. She liked the word, liked the idea--having seen nothing similar in any space station.

"If only you'd been here when the mistress was alive," Martha said. "You'd have seen gardens enough then. Always tending to her plants, she was. Trying to bring back flowers what was lost in the Disasters."

But when the mistress was lost, so were her gardens--locked away and left to decay by the husband who couldn't bear to see the site of his wife's death. It seemed unfair to Mary--the one interesting thing on this planet had been abandoned, and now there was nothing left for her.

Or was there? The gardens weren't destroyed--just locked. And locks always had keys.

The search for that locked door became the sole pursuit that filled Mary's days. She searched every corner of the house, looked for cellars, searched among the outbuildings for anything that looked like the wall of a garden. As she searched, she found she noticed the wind and cold less--grew even to like it, as exercise kept her warm. She even found other things that, though they were not the door, proved to be worth finding. A stubby little plant with purple flowers that opened overnight. A stream of clear water from snowmelt. And--best of all--the robin.

He became a companion on her hunt, the little bird--a cheerful voice that flitted about and checked on her progress before returning to his little labors.

It was while following him one day that Mary found the garden. The robin, in his daily fluttering, perched atop a building that she'd passed by a thousand times, sitting on the very edge of the eaves. Then the robin twittered, stepped back--and disappeared, seeming to fall straight through the solid roof.

"Hologram," Ben explained later. "A protective field. Keeps the temperature beneath a bit more stable, lets in rain and birds for water and pest control, and keeps prying eyes from seeing what's inside. Mistress used it to protect her work--plenty of folks who'd steal a cutting and give it to the corporations."

At last! The lost garden!

But still no door. Mary spent days prowling around the walls, searching for an opening, and found nothing but solid brick.

Until one sunny day, when the robin landed on the ground at the base of the wall. As he folded his wings, one of them brushed the bricks, and Mary saw the faintest shimmer of light ripple across a section of the wall.

This, Mary recognized--EtherDoors were a fact of space station life. With the right key, the wall could become permeable enough to let a person through--no need for the extra space or machinery a door required.

The robin fluttered toward a short shrub and sang a cheerful song. As Mary's eyes followed him, she saw a patch of dirt beneath the branches--and suddenly realized that the rock she had seen there a thousand times was no rock at all.

Mary lifted the shining, convex piece of black metal--a simple piece hiding complicated electronics. She pressed it to the center of where the EtherDoor stood--and her hand went through the wall. With two more steps, the rest of Mary followed.

She found herself in paradise.

She had never seen so much green. It covered the ground, climbed the walls, twisted around posts. There were trees with flowers on their branches. Bushes with tiny lacy leaves. Rubbery green stems with silky red and yellow cup-shaped blossoms on top. Thousands of plants, tangled, matted and twisted together, but all alive, drawing food from the earth and reaching up, up, up toward the sun.

For the first time, Mary was truly on Earth, as it was supposed to be.

And she saw that it was magical.

#the bookshelf progresses #science fiction #the secret garden #i got a flash of an image and i had to try writing it #i don't have much more than this #colin's a cyborg #and needs to learn that he's still a human and not a husk kept alive by machines #beyond that all i have are these basics

[thecoffeeisblack]

Let's put some color in them cheeks, Stegoceras validum.

#illustration #paleoart #art #paleontology #paleo #sciart #artistsontumblr #digitalart #science #digitalillustration #dinosaur #stegoceras #prehistoric #work in progress

[socialjusticeinamerica]

#progressive values #liberal ideals #Democratic beliefs #BLM #Women’s rights #immigrants are people #lgbtqia+ ally #science is real #republican assholes #maga morons

[politijohn]

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#health #health care #capitalism #news #government #big pharma #the left #twitter post #progressive #science

[text-post-rants]

I’m obsessed with vessels wacky mouth sounds. The inhales exhales he leaves audible. The sucking of air through his teeth. The way he removes voicing from voiced stops at the end of utterances. It shouldn’t work, it should sound like its unvoiced counterparts, but it works. It’s a magic trick. I’m obsessed with how he pronounces his diphthongs, painstakingly drawing out the gliding of his tongue from one place to another. My theory is that he must be very familiar with certain concepts of phonetics in order to pull off all the techniques that he does. And that knowledge makes him beautiful to listen to.

#sleep token #vessel #sleep token vessel #progressive metal #phonetics #chokehold #the summoning #take me back to eden #linguistics #speech and hearing science

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

"We would be 1,500 years ahead if it hadn't been for the church dragging science back by its coattails and burning our best minds at the stake." -- Catherine Fahringer, FFRF

#Cathering Fahringer #Freedom From Religion Foundation #human progress #religion #religion vs science #science vs religion #religion is a mental illness

[thepariahcontinuum]

MARZ Rising - Chapter 162: Carmesi

A showdown for the soul of one the main antagonists of this story. (Also I'm uploading a day early because I've got plans for tomorrow)

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Ao3

#RWBY #RWBY Fanfiction #RWBY OC #Team MARZ #MARZ Rising #Creatures of Grimm #Ruby Rose #Qrow Branwen #Epic showdown #Epic fight scene #Final season #Sci-Fi #Science Fantasy #Horror #Suspense #lgbt characters #Plot progression #character development #Plot twist #cliffhanger