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The bodies that find good paths send back retracers. These return to the homebase, creating a trail of light, of life. Here lives possibility. | The bodies that find good paths send back retracers. These return to the homebase, creating a trail of light, of life. Here lives possibility. | ||
− | Then the | + | Then the heavy-duty actions get underway. |
− | Reproductive cells, large chunks of rocky minerals and oily fluids and more, all playing together, crash and slide through the grav lines. They arrive – again, a tiny minority – ready to unwind. And, deforming themselves into raw elements, they provide the material to give birth to a new world. | + | Reproductive cells, large chunks of rocky minerals and oily fluids and more, all playing together, crash and slide through the grav lines. They arrive – again, only a tiny minority – ready to unwind. And, deforming themselves into raw elements, they provide the material to give birth to a new world. |
Over millions, billions, trillions of births and deaths, the worldscape grows. Ages. | Over millions, billions, trillions of births and deaths, the worldscape grows. Ages. | ||
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With pulsating and vibrating feelers, the space fills with synchronizing bodies. In various orbits, sometimes with harmonic oscillations, multiple nodes find each other, exploring each other’s territories. Movements fall into feedback cycles, each controlling each other. | With pulsating and vibrating feelers, the space fills with synchronizing bodies. In various orbits, sometimes with harmonic oscillations, multiple nodes find each other, exploring each other’s territories. Movements fall into feedback cycles, each controlling each other. | ||
− | People with eighty legs make love with people with no bodies. At extremely high resonances,ideas collide with things, the different species of natural and artificial creatures convert their energy stores into kinetic expressions of the desire to exist. | + | People with eighty legs make love with people with no bodies. At extremely high resonances, ideas collide with things, all the different species of natural and artificial creatures convert their energy stores into kinetic expressions of the desire to exist. |
− | A sinuous rotator twists around a long hard metal synthont. A plasmic vaporizer | + | A sinuous rotator twists around a long hard metal synthont. A plasmic vaporizer expands into a wormhole. Undulating waves of emotium welcome hot polypoint thoughts. The most vivid squirts of bionts make the palest impression, in an overwhelming sea of natural splendor. Love prevails. |
You find Natalya. She removes her armor. You have nothing left to hide. She laughs. | You find Natalya. She removes her armor. You have nothing left to hide. She laughs. | ||
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“What’s fo sunny?” You ask. | “What’s fo sunny?” You ask. | ||
− | Her laugh turns into a giggle, and she rolls through the air. | + | Her laugh turns into a giggle, and she rolls through the air freely. |
Clouds float around you, playfully forming beds or acting out charades. You dive through puffs of gauze that go just where you want them. She follows you, throwing handfuls of the puffy stuff that smell like heavenly perfumes. | Clouds float around you, playfully forming beds or acting out charades. You dive through puffs of gauze that go just where you want them. She follows you, throwing handfuls of the puffy stuff that smell like heavenly perfumes. | ||
− | As Natalya flies through dreamclouds, she becomes more beautiful. Her features glow like radiant starlight. And she smiles at you, like you glow too. | + | As Natalya flies through the dreamclouds, she becomes somehow more beautiful. Her features glow like radiant starlight. And she smiles at you, like you glow too. |
The two of you flip through continuous frontiers, landscapes of joy. | The two of you flip through continuous frontiers, landscapes of joy. | ||
A group of ten million or so diverse lifeforms form a circle around the two of you. Dancing in the light of a miraculous circle of love, you and Natalya fade into each other, becoming one person. | A group of ten million or so diverse lifeforms form a circle around the two of you. Dancing in the light of a miraculous circle of love, you and Natalya fade into each other, becoming one person. | ||
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+ | * [[Phase Q/Speedway|Drop down to the lagoon.]] | ||
+ | * [[Phase Q/Dropping In|Drop back to beach.]] | ||
{{Phase Q}} | {{Phase Q}} |
Latest revision as of 11:02, 9 October 2015
It was a beautiful world.
It had elements of fecundity, of fertility.
Many flourishing parts.
The place even smelled ripe.
In the great circuit of life, many signals got sent, some got received.
Then the process got underway.
Little worldshoots, tracers, leave the hinterlands. Spreading out over immense lightyears, they travel the precarious path. The journey of a lifetime. Through opaque clouds and walls, across empty vacuums, even around and over and through deliberate obstacles.
Most die, some survive.
The bodies that find good paths send back retracers. These return to the homebase, creating a trail of light, of life. Here lives possibility.
Then the heavy-duty actions get underway.
Reproductive cells, large chunks of rocky minerals and oily fluids and more, all playing together, crash and slide through the grav lines. They arrive – again, only a tiny minority – ready to unwind. And, deforming themselves into raw elements, they provide the material to give birth to a new world.
Over millions, billions, trillions of births and deaths, the worldscape grows. Ages.
And in the epoch of coherence, worlds reconfigure their development, turn in different directions, and decide what to become.
And sometimes some of the worlds decide to destroy some of the other worlds.
For the sake of interestingness, for the fun of it, or to learn something, or to further their own development.
And so it begins.
Amid the amazing diversity of sights and sounds, all forms make love with each other.
With pulsating and vibrating feelers, the space fills with synchronizing bodies. In various orbits, sometimes with harmonic oscillations, multiple nodes find each other, exploring each other’s territories. Movements fall into feedback cycles, each controlling each other.
People with eighty legs make love with people with no bodies. At extremely high resonances, ideas collide with things, all the different species of natural and artificial creatures convert their energy stores into kinetic expressions of the desire to exist.
A sinuous rotator twists around a long hard metal synthont. A plasmic vaporizer expands into a wormhole. Undulating waves of emotium welcome hot polypoint thoughts. The most vivid squirts of bionts make the palest impression, in an overwhelming sea of natural splendor. Love prevails.
You find Natalya. She removes her armor. You have nothing left to hide. She laughs.
“What’s fo sunny?” You ask.
Her laugh turns into a giggle, and she rolls through the air freely.
Clouds float around you, playfully forming beds or acting out charades. You dive through puffs of gauze that go just where you want them. She follows you, throwing handfuls of the puffy stuff that smell like heavenly perfumes.
As Natalya flies through the dreamclouds, she becomes somehow more beautiful. Her features glow like radiant starlight. And she smiles at you, like you glow too.
The two of you flip through continuous frontiers, landscapes of joy.
A group of ten million or so diverse lifeforms form a circle around the two of you. Dancing in the light of a miraculous circle of love, you and Natalya fade into each other, becoming one person.
Phase Q: An interactive adventure.