tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39860781375375685382024-10-06T22:25:38.388-07:00Real experiences retold as stories.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986078137537568538.post-21511655611447248952011-02-17T09:07:00.000-08:002011-02-17T10:02:00.756-08:00

I skipped a step today. I just had that sudden random urge to throw the whole universe off track from its mechanistic fate-building process. With my mind's eye, I saw my alternate self fade out into another world-line of a parallel universe, whatever that means. I, on the other hand, am on an entirely un-mapped spacetime that no one, nor nothing, ever planned. And I rejoice! “Ha-ha-ha! Bet ya

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December 10, 1935 I visited Gjoa Haven in Nunavut, and I spoke with an elder of the Inuit tribe. My tour guide was with me and he served as the translator during my conversation with the old man. Below is the account of what the Inuk elder told me. _________ Let me tell you a story that happened on one of my trips across the glaciers where I found the best spot to view the “dancing spirits”.

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Perhaps the collision with dust particles pierced through the Quantum Core, causing memory malfunctions. Maybe it’s another one of those mysteries in space travel, like the Pioneer anomaly. Whatever it was that wreaked havoc upon my fleet of probes, it may not matter anymore. Today is my last day to save the mission. “What am I?” “Who am I?” Those were some of the decoded thoughts that streamed

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"Life is a pattern." He whispered in an epiphany of realization as he gazed at the patchwork of visualizations covering the entire walls of his control room. Inside the room was an amazing view of a menagerie of digitally rendered extrasolar planets, exomoons and hypothetical microbes and extremophiles that may thrive on the planetary environments. This was a facility doing research on Planetary

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“The change has come to pass. The next kind of life that may arise in this region would be on a different energy level, and a bit more fragmented than the ones before. Ah, no wonder even the most advanced civilizations never detected other civilizations elsewhere." "Still making up theories even at the last minute..." she smirked. "What else can I do? I was born to ask questions, and answer

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“But it's so close to its star, and it’s tidally locked! There’s no way life could exist on that planet!” “We have no choice. Go to where the boundary is! Take us to where the bright side of the planet meets the dark. We must hurry! Our time is running out!” “It’ll just be another lifeless planet...” “Listen to me. This is the last planet on the queue, and if we find no signs of life on it,

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She opened her eyes from the void. Bit by bit, images and thoughts trickled into consciousness. She looked up, scanned the sky, and fixed her gaze on a bright reddish star. She began to remember. She was made of pure information and computation, tailored to thrive on this planet. Her body was contrived--every molecule, every cell--while in transit--then outloaded by nano-assemblers upon

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