Monday, December 09, 2013
Screyen Thalannes is the deuteragonist in Thylesma Cholon's Time For Ice. Salasanny Kolonno is the protagonist of Hiet Mo's Sleepy Monkeys Do Not Eat Cheese. That there is a particular Screyen Thalannes, Screyen Matih Thalannes, and a particular Salasanny Kolonno, Salassany Ekinne Kolonno is also, by itself, just peachy. That Time For Ice is a book of fiction in Salassany Ekinne Kolonno's world, and that Sleepy Monkeys Do Not Eat Cheese is a book of fiction in Screyen Matih Thalannes's world, is also, just peachy. That Salassany Ekinne Kolonno and Screyen Matih Thalannes just happen to have fallen vaguely in love with each other probably will give pause to some of you with scant modal realism in your reality models. As it happens, Salassany Ekinne Kolonno and Screyen Matih Thalannes differ from the characters in the novels in ways which precisely accord with their unexpected transcendental consonance with each other. A wag says: "well, they should be finding real lovers instead of staying in the imagination!", to which the technically apropos response is this: 1. neither Salassany Ekinne Kolonno nor Screyen Matih Thalannes's fantasy life can be considered remotely unethical, given that they dream of each other, and specifically each other, on a regular basis. They are not fantasizing about other people nonconsensually. 2. Both Salassany Ekinne Kolonno and Screyen Matih Thalannes's imagination of the other has resulted in decisions which have improved the other's life. 3. For even gnarlier contextual froths for which words like 'universe' and 'cosmos' are around maximally inaccurate, packets with contents other than "I seem to be having tremendous difficulty with my lifestyle" sometimes manage to alliterate across Bifröst from originator to recipient and back and are interpreted correctly by both parties. Now, should a wag want a mechanism whose Schrödinger equation they can write down and calculate potentials and whatnot, and there will be persnickety sorts who will demand that the transmissal of such packets would be impossible without first intellectually understanding the mechanism. 4. Maybe they eventually found life partners in their respective worlds. That's beyond the scope of this post. What isn't is that they kept each other going, and isn't that what love does? Makes survival possible amongst other concordance-of-one's-environment-improving benefits? 5. This phenomenon happens more often than not sometimes. Some transcendents make a very rudimentary attempt to taxonomize it, but being something which is splayed and ramified across differentially tangled Indranets, there'll never be an absolute catalogue of it.
Wednesday, December 04, 2013
The Gelturke look like small piles of bubbling muck and sticks. Of course, if you had access to the appropriate context-co-environment they just look like you or me, and have similar issues and life-stories. They share most of our genetic code too. The Sunspinners and Starwhirlers of the Linsellenorai coast, however aren't from around here and are arguably just a little more alien to us than the Gelturke and the Pund are. Yes, they kind of look like us. Genomically, they are around 60% tree, 30% butterfly, 5% mantis shrimp, and the rest is out of this world. When asked, Lirrensily Aranaic-Arracaranserel replied "metagenomics is fairly nifty, no?". Oh, and they're nuclear powered. They have two organelles which perform the proton-proton chain and CNO-cycling, and the gamma photons emitted are directly captured and drive an ATP synthase complex. Their bones are made from buckymesh. They're bioluminescent, their skin is covered in chromatophores. They're also a lot nicer than humans/hominids, in general. The exotic anatomies of the Sunspinners and Starwhirlers arose because a machine civilization found to its dismay that its power source (a pulsar) had encountered an exotic part of the pulsar-life cycle and would explode yielding mostly iron. (some extremely rare complex-exthalpy matter had gotten itself lodged in the core.) At that point, the best long term survival strategy was to build hominid-esque bodies for its constituents --the Sansuraro Galaxy was too far away from any civilization that could build quantum foam bodies for that to be an option -- and to transport them somewhere habitable. Tsiliere was the best bet -- nice atmosphere, relatively standard hominid population (except for the Gelturke),