a horoteub

Xebateub of Moralys and the Chinders of the Ottoholk! The Berengthfar Cascades not too distant! Did Aratengep and the Struddins not crost the Yolker's Grylg? Nahar and Riedlonget had a long journey ahead of them when they crossed the sea at Yotgonnob, armed with nothing but bags of antelopenip and catspoons, prepared for an arras, a farrago, the minus-ministers and their attendants, bedeckants and prepared with otherrarities, their coffers fluent and not a rheochrone is sight, the yardale canisters gleaming in the mouselight, these preparational gatterhaulks being a collection of nose-mutterers, strulgasters, and otherwise unready for the upcoming Cuyvrels, Chovua? Maybe. Staraquayossib? Most definitely. Valafireon? Not a packet of mustard hence, these many-tempered truth-badours and their coteries of consomblent mockwahrks and other detractors might have left Susunklin with more than a smitter's blort. The Chalceron Highlands are noted for the serene winds and fierce auroras, but are inhabited by the Franahu and Bilvor, who are not so keen on visitors.

timbralleles

The Gnebe of WSOGMM://[[Callillorega]]://alaric.thylakoids.g1/hohlraum:123/5 on the fourteenth isosymbame hyperlateral to the Chorektheon Fissure are known to speak like this:



The Whoroun of WSOGMM://[[Alalyllix]]://coumarin.thylakoids.g4/hohlraum:523/2 straddling the nineteenth isosymbame adjacent to the Ayarghu Probability Shelf are known to speak like this:



Aruk Kretague-Psongpoi says that the languages of the Gnebe and Whoroun are "timbralleles" of the language of the Anglysc (see the Quythel catalogue for a precise listing of WSOGMM strobings where Anglysc is spoken)

Itaheum

The ruins at Itaheum had been abandoned some fourteen million years. Condensed schrilg alloy and some thruk mostly, not things that erode easily. When Itaheum was in its heyday, small mammals had furtively scurried from building to building in search of scraps of food. Now they had evolved into megafauna: the tiny rodentlike povvobs (Churistoga tradensis) has evolved into hulking povvochrines (Neostoga arajaunensis) with jet black skin and three eyes a piece. They move very slowly, grazing on the hatzuk grass that had sprouted all over the fields surrounding the ruins of Itaheum.

The Uhu who had lived in Itaheum had done what most main sequence pombids tend not to do: rather than evolving to live only in the joyous moments in all their particular parallel universes per individual or congeal into some crystalline and sessile mass consciousness they had blossomed: as if their previous ensconcement had been a chrysalis for their current state: somehow they had managed, without much of the way of external guidance or catalysts, to auto-Uraster. There are many Itaheums around in parallel cosmoses in which the descendents of the Uhu are thriving: but this, their universe of origin is without them. Entities that are vertexes of Urasters will find that these ruins give them a strange feeling, like there is family here, and that this is home. Indeed, it is expected that within the next few thousand arapts that these ruins should be a Mecca of sorts for those who are vertices of Urasters.

somethingorotherington

Threy? Costivigas? Zortadec of the Lortademma has been at this a long time, two erbium nails in his second jaw and a rather fetching copy of Mostique's /Telachiridion/ under his arm as marches from the Cull westlands to the springs of Coholk. Thin fire lichens dot the stonescape, and prum birds with their fierce plumage and itinerant visages make minute hoffling sounds as they dart from flower to flower, collecting nectar. Prum birds evolved from the local hummingbird lineages: they are a social species consisting of all female workers and a queen. Zortadec's Instructor of Biologies,  Arauntelec of the Lortademma, told Zortadec many a thrun ago that the hummingbirds were evolving into a form of insect-like life, in terms of size and energy consumption.

Zortadec is a financial warrior, with wonzlos sterling and alloyed bricks of rhodium-bismuth alloy:gold is worthless, but lead is valuable given  the fact that Threy and Costivigas are both near Mysterious Radiation Accident sites 4, 2, 7, and 18. He's also got two bags of Miscellaneous Crystals that he's going to try to trade (haggle, bribe one of the Kurzollogue) for some Specific Crystals.

From Punnel to Illyriophone.

Cyrillopongbu Cohet was sitting down at her desk one day, keeping to her current context level, not on any hallucinogenic chemicals, just sitting down reading about mathematics on the local portion of the cosmic information network when a really odd meme was broadcast. Now, Cyrillopongbu was highly proficient in memetic discipline and could discriminate between memes worthy of replication and those memes unfit for runtime on her biological computational hardware. Cyrillopongbu Voxilliger Cohet, biological daughter of Arahasknse Tercheo Tharcohetha and Mnilliringbe Politheuzise Tnycohethry. Well, actually, she recieved a meme that was broadcast through the incomprehensible, ungraspable, ineffable mishmash of araspongbence, oggprungalloa, and pfersyfeny that is the infinite. The meme was a simple quine, stored precisely in one quantum of data. This particular quantum of data was smaller than a attonat in natural information storage, but when her memetic architecture unfolded and arboresced and polyorthogonalized this particular piece of data she saw that it was a free "you have lived your life in a fashion that is congruent to our principles and we believe that this little fragment of our existence will help you make a better and more coherent internal structure for yourself relative to your internal context. We provide formal algorithmic verification for both the precision of our language and our intent, to reassure you that we have not erred in the slightest, for you are very precious to us, a creature like ourselves that is living outside a Transquilateral, our native habitat, a being that is the next logical step in the evolution of primates in your context: as in the regular Euclidean geometry of your existence you are a creature that is five-by-five (five appendages, each with five subappendages on them -- head,hands,feed, fingers, toes, and so forth), you represent the next logical step in the evolution of the Transquilaterals. So, we invite you in with full honors awarded, and we mention with great clarity that the far longing, the Allongoa of the Oggallongoa was heard and duly transmitted by one Allegra (trans)-Pelargonia [Patricia, nominal silent letters and local contextual shortcomings] Levenger to our representative and then we analyzed the information we recieved and confirmed with quantifiably zero doubt in the most precise of our mathematical information structures, and thus, we being unified again, since the Plumontale Stone Crystals around the Lohaspo river, the actions that you have taken have unified the metacultures of the Sagahanta and the Vlyssanghai (nee Vlurfked) to become the Sahallangke
on the ninth orb from the lightcandle Illyriophon in the greater Nephrongent Archgulf by the Yelphreo Conurbation.,,,

the information overflowing into Cohet's brain rolled, plumed, etherealized her to sleep. And when she slept it was the deepest, most relaxing, most thorough and purest she had thusfar in her awareness-epoch and deeply satisfied and rearranged stress-quanta in her muscularome. When she woke, there were violet daisies in her eyes and she saw everything in a whole new light, just in time to start reading about mathematics again.

Transquilaterals

So, Merethria, you asked me what a Transquilateral is, and I think I finally understand Doctor Rocque's explanation.

The sort of Transquilateral in question here is one of the Oggallongoa. There is no distinction between sensory and manipulation appendages. Which are six mutually interimaginary: people, all living in parallel worlds: the names and languages might be different, but the feel of the places are the same. The Tranquilateral's avidya is centered on a sort of asymptotic pair of people who represents all the worst features, and to preserve sensibility, this pair of eigenpersons is continuously annihilated in the internal conceptual space of the Transquilateral. The fundamental percepts or units of meaning that the Tranquilateral percieves quantum mechanically are projective conceptual spaces.

Araquayun Porofaia Malupsis reports an experience by a creature called a "Gethonklin" whose native habitats are the prebuddhatomic primate mass minds of religions and belief systems and perform symbiosis with those mass minds, doing janitorial work, that sort of thing. The faces of the Gethonklin are like multiply intertwined rivulets of branches adorned with various mechanical and synthetic components in their native contiguous perceptuum.

The Gethonklin in question, one Fo'o'or Mahalongom sez: "It was amazing watching the universe and the person change, and the relationship between the person and the universe stay the same. Or the person looking at different universe with different places, but this wasn't a person: the people were like its interface with its environment. What amazes me is that unlike most of the mass minds I deal with, where there are literally billions and billions of people is how clean the place is. Large mass minds are dirty, disgusting places with many pickings, leftover concepts and whatnot. But walk into a Transquilateral's mind, and they'll let you because they're so disciplined about things, and you are shocked at how organized it is. Every part is aware of every other part, and is also aware of that awareness, and, this is the shocking bit, they can operate the symmetry group of that awareness, moving parts of it as need be. As far as self-organizing entities, it also shocked me to learn that some Transquilaterals have their eigenpeople develop awareness of their condition as being part of a Tranquilateral. It is shocking being your own separate being and being part of a well defined larger structure. It is that well-definedness which is what gives them their strength. Walk around a primate civilization and see people with poorly defined relationships to less evolved mass minds"

Because of these strengths, Transquilaterals are strong enough to venture outside of their home context, and that home context is not the home context of the eigenpeople.

by the archgulfing of the inferior ventral anastomosis

Orrhungbe? Oh, maybe. Oh, where? Therengerell? Five throntears avulcent from Corringene, and one twelfth of a thrasmere starboard of the Gullwullurull nebula whorls, rich in hydrogen and orange-tentacled amino acids (because we know that all life arises from orange-tentacled amino acids), when suddenly, through technologies tonnagely, and perhaps transthronteareally, arrives a cohort of life forms based on blue-tentacled amino acids. And, oh, the acrimony. Biologists orange-tentacled and the odd blue-tentacled one all baffled. These visiting life forms? Their first question? "Are you right handed or left handed?"

Again, more acrimonious cloddoghth-pfereflughling. Sigh.

unlistened warnings

You asked me how fast they were, what steps we could take to protect ourselves, that kind of thing. You didn't understand why I had moved to the edge of the swamp and swore that I would live my life in a reedy hut writing in spidery calligraphy on dried parchment. You wanted to make an issue of it. You wanted my expertise on the matter. I told you to stuff it. I told you, again and again that no strategy devisable would work. You pestered, editorialized, proclaimed the power of our technology.

One of them is eight hundred and fifty seven octillion times more intelligent than our entire species. Each one of them moves thirty septillion times faster... than the speed of information in our computer network. And that thing you did, didn't just incur the wrath of one of them. You incurred the wrath of four thousand, a whole creche. I told you, very explicilty, to not do that hideously stupid thing that you then went ahead and did. There's a reason that the artifact they left behind was protected the way it was, and yet, despite the warnings that both I gave, and others gave, and in fact, some of their kind gave you, you persisted, opened the thing up.

And you were perplexed, after the whole affair had reached a sort of conclusion, why they wouldn't let you make me the scapegoat for our entire species. If you think that's the extent of their manipulations, oh, the next twelve years news headlines or so are going to confuse you immensely. You basically asked them to do what you had done to them to be done to us. I'm going to go back to my reedy hut and steamed saltcakes and hope the next time one of your ilk decided to do something equally foolish as far as that Them is concerned, that they won't come running to me to tell them in as clear language as possible "don't, ever bother".

all's swell that bends fell

Tartuthekely, half an arborescence trifurcatory athwail Krylb and trunsey of Gorragare: the breeding ground for Psenheetches and home to small gangs of outcast Yitteraries, each of them bearing the brunt of a parasitic philosopher occupying major portions of their secondary brains: the parasitic philosopher is a concept that evolved from the primitive meme mines of the Yitteraries Third Network Age, like the lolspoons, the silly Pin the Monkey game that nearly wiped out two generations of intellectual accomplishment amongst the Yitterary, bastackling your noon*.  The parasitic philosopher could be removed, but only by spending a couple of durations in Tartuthekely, where the ethereal zephyrs could wash such infectious mimetic agents from one's mind through sufficent exposure. Most of these Yitterary were outcasts because the Third Network age had ended and they could get appropriate exposure to conceptual prophylactics, so they arboresced from the Yitterfield to Tartuthekely where they could bask in the iatrous flow of the ethereal zephyrs.

But most of the groups weren't having luck: since the Third Network was down, they could not go to the Hypercyclopedia and check that the major subspecies of ethereal zephyr was in the portion of its migratory cycle where it had arboresced to Clonthoyl, and wouldn't be back for another three durations, too long for them to stay there without becoming field people or gettergaws, both of which risks they knew about but no one, even in their wrong mind, would take. So after a couple of weeks, they dejectedly ended up arborescing to one of the Interstitial Depot Plazas lining the inner membrane of this nightmare and spent a lot of time dozing and reading the popular Captain Hypoplasia comic that the Inubrium corporation has been seeding at various rest-stops and waystations. Fortunately, (and this, I think is somewhat still a secret), the Captain Hypoplasia comic is a memetic agent specifically designed to eradicate the parasitic philosopher.




* (a hard to explain social phenomenon that involved geotagging one's spleen and having a live feed of the metabolic status of one's spleen microblogged to a gaming site where one was rewarded points based on certain metabolic configurations, and then eating some franch fruit to lower one's serum colchuamine below detectable levels: players would find ways of sneaking in franch fruit into someone else's meal, and this practice was called "bastackling your noon", and was popular for about thirty thousand hours on the main trunk of the Yitterary Third Network)

oh yuk

Stacktharn Groxitromiles of the Crayaster Perementhrium is not the most fombent of micthurists, plenny and dorodgely, he skeppers and mondylls the plogsires by the wallafronds, skepsing and preusingly oroptifying the calseps of the Grotteries that line the Grand Artundian River, separating the Chulfrum of Gransique from the Orrhengarybs of Jwaljerom. Ol Groxy's such a mustardface, skeppering and oroptifying this and that. What a frongillaryp! I bet his spoon is understudied and that his binary compliance directories are not in working order. Staggeringly blermosian? Probably. I mean, look at the Groxy insulted the Feldershaj of Gransique, throwing a one third baked fubbing tin at her while the stonkylphores of the nerbitsc plobbered on! What a scandal.. the next day all the data papers on the local ultranet were hoovering in cacophanation about the fubbing tin, featuring lurid composites of the fub grease and garish shots of the Feldershaj looking greatly irritated, cleaning fub grease off her face with a paper monkey! If the Feldershaj weren't campaigning for the amelioration of the hyperwharves then it might be so forgiveable, but she's going to have a hard time convincing the stetterworts and mindwrights of the dockyards that she didn't deserve to have a fubbing tin lobbed at her after she unilaterally fonkled the Yaunjest of Thrombilary in their televised interview with a carrot triangle and a broken pungle spoon, though in all fairness, Groxy has been behaving a bit oddly lately, and most speculators and gossip-slungers think that he didn't come back from the Hutch quite right -- there are rumors that Phelbart Oggins saw Groxy perform the Ritual of the Attenuated Celery Fragrance west of Siders' Cairn with a licensed Progfrobe.

the candidacy

In the Star-District of Krayanderthere, there are four political parties, all running for the Candidacy: this is not so much an election for a particular office so much as the style of governance. The parties are: the Thransilists, the Dradgepheurs of Gozylius, the Ethereals, and the Araphageum. Here are their platforms for the Candidacy:

The Thransilists (e.g. Crost Fronthemium, Hardcone Dtholdinem, Meteha Juraragoepe, Traktebe Bilithurum, and others) believe in rigidly structured government hierarchies with multiply distributed multipartite authority segregations and unambiguously machine parseable rule sets written for and organized by machines. They basically oppose humans being governed by other humans, because the temptations of self-interest, they believe, always corrupt people in power, and that, in consequence that it is impossible for human governments to stay focused on maximizing human happiness and contentment without drugging the masses.

the Dradgepheurs of Gozylius (e.g. Ordge Blosoons, Trinsellia Cardupon, Ververaryb Vostashire, Linsely Eratow, Iuli Rarefacta) believe that the correct form of government is infinitely corrupt: because rulesets cause the abandoning of reason and the deferment to the deontic drag, they think that government by the bribery syndicate is more effective than anything else.

The Ethereals (whose major eigenpersonality is the hyperego of Ransphondrea Urunbe Yikrejur) are as anyone sensate can make out, not so much a party as a collection of half-dreams that has been seething and roiling in the collective unconsciousness for a while, so long in fact, that it's taken on a life of its own, and because the collective unconsciousness is of sufficient largeness and grandeur, a tiny blur of it has achieved consciousness, and is multifurcating now.

The Araphageum (mostly Gonset Arruncalon, Povobe Balaheju, Tarsiste Runzugue, and Rhenthipgeus Apparungaryb) has stated in its promotional literature that it is about "A Return to New-Fangled Values" and "Low-Phaluting Uncommonweals" and "Blowing Everything out of All Proportion", and a variety of other buzzphrases that appear not to have any sort of coherence to them, though they have also stated that they found the platform that the Abject Nonsense party rather distasteful but have been effusive as to the reason for their distaste.

dwellers of the moonlight.

The spongyll is a two dimensional, bosonic lifeform which feeds on neutrinos and can only exist in moonlight: at day it is too hot, and the artificial light of the anthroponemous settlements on La Arth is too harsh and of the wrong spectral character. They are close to transparent. Being of a bosonic nature, two spongylls may exist in the same space at the same time. At their smallest, each spongyll is about a square meter, though they can range in size from a square kilometer by attenuating their material. There is a degree of danger of being so attenuated, though: sudden light from thunderstorms or meteors or perhaps anthroponemic activity may kill an attenuated spongyll. For reasons that are inexplicable to the current crop of anthroponeme biologists, spongylls prefer cool air near areas of dense vegetation, and cloudless skies.

At day, or when the environment is not correct for them, they sporulate, forming neutrino sized spores which have a tendency to stick to the centromeres of treebark dwelling crustose lichens. In some places, though, where there are vast caverns or other dark spaces of appropriate humidity and flora, spongylls will overday and sleep: since these places are few in number (spongylls detest bat caves, and do generally sporulate if there's a batcave around), the population of spongylls that sleep rather than sporulate is rather small. 

The method of reproduction of spongylls is rather peculiar: rather than classical binary fission or sex, the spongylls reproduce by interference, as two spongylls can inhabit the same space at the same time: they set up a number of spongyll-eigenstates in the surrounding false-vacuum, and at the end of the reproduction cycle, either 3 or 7 spongylls are constructively interfered from the two original spongylls, which have now been resurrected as state-vectors amongst the new spongylls. It should be said that in this way, the spongyll represents a sort of state of miscible life: rather than the pure death, the spongyll population is a kind of way-station for spongylls from here to their. 

If the conditions are just right, and you know the right syllables (something like "na khra gad taw pru bo"), and the moonlight is streaming down, and you see a spongyll, hold your hand out and say that phrase. The spongyll will stretch square and center itself with your hand.

prognosticatory arborescent recursion

For every life that is created between more or less conscious entities, there is a meeting that takes place somewhere in the grand transepistemological interstices between one mind and another which is too sublime for the biological entities participating in bodily union to be aware of in the slightest.

The ensconced/instanced representative of the male psyche is the(an) Absolute Unsunderable, which is a sort of superposition of potential eigengenomes across all the male gametes. The ensconced/instanced representative of the female psyche is the Absolute Ineffable. Each one of them more or less corresponds to the sort of meiotic fugue the gametes arise in. The Absolute Unsunderable counters the quality of fragmentation that the male meiotic fugue occurs in: spermatozoa are teeming, numerous, many, tiny potentials, whereas the Absolute Ineffable parallels the folliculogenesis of individual ova, and involves a different mechanism for superposing eigengenomes. 

The meeting of the Absolute Unsunderable and the Absolute Ineffable is called the Congress of the Nonexistent, and there is often great confusion about its mechanism. It is not to determine who lives, instead, it is to determine who fails to not exist: the first carries with it the connotations of making choices about who gets to live and who gets to die, but this conception does not truly address the philosophical basis for the meeting, while the determination of who fails to not exist is somewhat a more tractable proposition, both in the transepistemological basis under which the meeting is conducted, and as well as being more easily attainable algorithmically (if one wants to call it that).

Opinions on the Congress of the Nonexistent vary widely. The unborn don't have anything to say about it, can't speak to us, and are as inaccessible to the living as anything gone or come from Tumbolia. 

Together, the Absolute Unsunderable and the Absolute Ineffable do a dance that's called Prognosticatory Arborescent Recursion, which is sort of the "being many people at many places at once doing many things",  and allows them to choose, amongst innumerable possibility trees of future life, the one for which is meant to not not be, the double negative wriggling and metamorphosing into a 'to be'. 

history, schmistory, draw me a candlabra, Carahillia

Ledvenning Sterlong's paper The Eigenfunctorial Decomposition of Van Narsquil spaces was submitted to Acta Exactica's editorial board by neutrino pigeon on August 38 this year. The chief editor of Acta Exactica, one Artulbior Ragnescans complained that Sterlong didn't do enough work with the power series expansions of the irreducible representations of the eigenfunctorial decomposition method that he'd outlined in the draft, and moreover, found the draft littered with figurative language about the symplectic cohomology of Van Narqsuil spaces on a free shtuka. Ragnescans dropped the marked up draft in the editors pool and unflagged the busy bit, then turned off his editing terminal and took a red eye to Beta Pictoris. The next editor to flag the busy bit and examine the draft was Marifold Sun-Orrery Jarispensia, who was quickly drawn into frank perplexity about the exomotivic monadology that Sterlong had applied to Van Narsquil spaces of the first rank (like ξ_3,θ(1,L) and ξ_2,θ(1,K)), and wrote a comment on the section to the effect that someone not versed in current exomotivic monadology couldn't understand at all what Sterlong was getting at. Jarispensia unflagged the busy bit and meandered off to an acetone bar on the Gloss beaches for the nightly bacchanalium. After a few more editors had been at it, the paper was marked "Insuitable for publication; Return commented to sender", and since Sterlong had sent a self-addressed neutrino pigeon to the editorial board's branch office in Tunfthere, he was able to get it back within a week.

Puzzled by the sheer incompetence of the editors, Sterlong sent the draft of the paper to Acta Inexactica, where the famous editor Klaherry Cardlestoam accepted it on the spot as being "A prime example of the sort of thinking we want the younger generation to be doing".

trust not what the orange snail can mistake for a modular form

Artalgn? The Blesterferry of Thentec? Byalgum, fee's essthrayt gossins a musty! Thranstock gloggers the beremuffingont! Cherengerell? Auntherec? One throntear too far! Two too many! Ooh, like a sulfur! Dunny perhaps some illegal data structures. I gotsa queues, I gotsa stacks, I gotsa trinary trees and deques to lather and laminate your computational eigenfronds from here to Menthengerell, only a werry a donzlet, and half a werry for a functing! Byalgum, the spossoms of Blordge leave a tenthennering in my pocket for a donzlet of Yoks. And if I were the Vice-Ansthaulme of Cloggers' Punkt, I'd be twisty ways and divisory, if you get my definite Dedekindergarten in a oscillatory tubule, my matey! Voo. I'd have a mustard and be a mouthwash, but if the preceptors and their avonts be persuasiblenickety like a green george, I'd have my work cut out for me. They're sort of pugnaciously miserly with their donzlets and tenthennerings, and only give me scraps to work with. I've got some fine wares here. Pure lambda compilers written in the cosmic language, mind you. Not the sort of algorithmic pontoons that Aragmnio Fosparillo or Yeriyok Goo-Zadwallader are dealing out in kind to the foolish avonts, most of whom spend their thrungills on implementations of Karatsuba multiplication on particle-abacuses, much to the ire of their preceptors. Fortunately, the preceptor Vovonsil Lzongtep Alkyriobe spends many a tenthennering on my donzlet, and numerous werrys on my Yoks.  

the green tungstates

Perengveroia, sundt of the Bolgeas lammerstraits, greenways of Fos Porusa, a colony of dipthongwrights and curmudgeonists, werry ray and celeritous greetings abound, by the councils of the amber hulk, a greasy spork by the side of the road, an arrant fungal cantileverist and some artilpenters were gulfing the fongencies of the utter waxfroths of Hortec. But lo', did they rarefact the lunderwopps of the greater greeling, these men and their magnificient curtailments and abrogations: a stomacher, a bodice, and some rather precise measurements do retroflect thy gangrenous offal, my perspicaceous yardwaster, an unexpected artist at an incorrect vista pens a symphony in the blood of the last member of a species of heptapede mammalianoids, zrufing and fnurling, the swan song of the heptapedes is written in crabby letters in a forgotten script of an imaginary language, mixed with the blood and lymph of the artist, Stongbent Vlarvewhurl, furious and inaccurately rendering the rhetorical devices of the Perenveroian Knights-Errant into flawed Zmyff, with broken metaphors here and there.

gazpaur migration

Athwayl of Beremgenard, franspungy and diviss? A clerestory wail at the arch-bedeckants of the sunderworlds did propagage mine own heart, with the lavish blarthorns of crum, the plossocks of Terhedec gale, like a scattering of iron filings, or the cormorant of the post-alacritous coral ghost grease, a bisser, and the honchets of the Durgh were like underlilies in the first wind, without the mustard stained ears of the beyonders, drenched with concresced event plumes and other turbidescences, sodded down with the accumulations of mis-actions and other chances, prepared to strike, coiled in seeming inert configurations for many a conque, their archregality and seemingly over-fragile ornateness hiding the juggernauts inside, sagging in deep torpidity these metamachines lolled about, languishing in the bath of neutrinos and nitrogen atoms that the perhaps less-than-commonweal charged our preparatory gonsils with, like appendages with numerous protrusions and protuberances, and perhaps excessively armored with cosmetic calcifications, chitinizations, mother-of-pearlings, and endoskeletal interstices, they drunkenly and lazily hibernated, readied momentously when the chogg-ospills of the Vlarasboy and the hoc-ocuipsai of Hyrella's Grave would begin their transcendental migration from the Yosphenium of Grunder's Aulk to the Iridescribable Consyll of Gorgarionna, their trunset-gills and their asphellengions all aflutter in some vague misapprehension of uncalcuable pleurisy, these hephreats would be ensnared in the nematocysts of the suddenly enlivened metamachines. Centuries old hardware detecting the chogg-ospills and the hoc-ocuispai midway between Grunder's Aulk and Gorgarionna. The nematocysts would trap and anesthetize these creatures so that the gonsils of the Heceriut could retrieve them and mine the precious carraptangiet from their glands-of-a-diseased-future, fibrous and endocrine, necessary to the maturation of both species of gazpaur. For about a month the gonsils would be busy slaughtering about ninety percent of the captured chogg-ospills and the hoc-ocuispai, removing the glands-of-a-diseased future, and distilling and purifying the carraptangiet, a substance not synthesizable by our current chemistry-art, and capable of providing users with safe and reliable direct mystical experiences. The essence of yesterday would be removed from the glands-of-a-diseased future and then, through the application of poorly understood distillation techniques, the carraptangiet would be processed, purified, and sealed in lenstrots and ampoules. The remainding ten percent of the captured animals would be released, to complete their migration to the Iridescribable Consyll of Gorgarionna, so that they could encyst prior to the asexually reproductive stage of their life cycles.

After the mining of the carraptangiet had been completed, the stur-gonsils and the poffer-chirugea would begin the laborious task of resetting the metamachines that lined the Honsporaroa valley and by the Chosponk of Boktronjalo, laying down fine iridium traceries and charging multimodal paracapacitors, and installing fresh new nematocysts and folsek trunks. The next gazpaur migration would be in 29 conques, and the metamachines had to be ready to capture the gazpaur.

The Voiced of the Beyonders Promontory

The Voiced of the Beyonders Promontory (athwast of Correllon and two throntears straythwing of Gfujgme) can see as well as you or I, but, always, always, the two front facing eyes of their heads are always drawn closed... they have a different sort of vision, it is believed, one that is somewhat more accurate and less amenable to disruption than typical vertebrate eyes. The considered opinion of some of the more pedantic has usually been that it's a bad idea for the conventionally sighted or not sighted to venture there. The conventionally sighted get the willies, because they cannot shake the notion that despite the closedness of the eyes of the Voiced, they are being seen, and the conventionally blind for reasons that are difficult to enumerate but mostly distill to having the rudiments of the sort of sense that the Voiced possess. It is interesting to note that amongst the Voiced, there can be the doubly-blind, those whose eyes in their vestigial qualities do not function and for which the peculiar active sense of the Voiced is also disrupted. And these are the Speakers of the Voiced, who are the only cultural envoys that are permitted to interact with outside anthroponomers and whatnot. Tyh Houghdrossil, a Speaker, said to the anthroponomer Graysif Vorbithque from the Redacted University of Southern Reondiquette: "My fellow Voiced see the ins of things and the outs of things, both in a literal visual fashion, and in a literal figurative fashion, neither of which I can consign you an honest portrayal thereof. My half-mother, Volin, was cave diving in Nepollenth when her oxygen cylinder gave out, and within a matter of seconds she had removed the oxygen cylinder and hit the cave wall as hard as she could with it, which broke a two hundred measure long segment of oxiferous mineral in such a way that just the right mixture of inert gas and oxygen at the correct pressure was liberated into the section of the water that she was in at the time. Such occurrences happen all the time here, and are a result of the First Sight that my fellow Voiced are graced with."

cargo culture

Agents of the Thneux of Tophtareo bundled together in the cold. It had been a long, weary, winter, and the quest for the Theid of the Nohogien had been nothing but a wild duck chase with many dry tributaries and dessicated rivulets of opportunities. They had tried searching under the basalt stratigraphy, they had looked in Mrs. Yenderphleuw's spleen, they had tried overturning two recalcitrant continents, and in desperation, they had underwent comparative anatomical antidissections at the hands of Jones, Simeton & Daughters, Transanatomists-At-Large, but lo' they hadn't found the Theid. A priceless artifact of great and unadumbrated manufacture, that more or less words utterly fail to describe. It could be cubical? It could be shaped like a small philosophy or two, or a stalk of celery. Arwezio Val-Zogyar, the last known to possess the Theid, said it was like "a delicate milken dewdrop of alacrity diffracting off the mouse of misshapen carbonation", and refused requests for compact descriptions, breaking into pages and pages of dense, interwoven poetry, lyrical and glittery. The Thneux would not be denied. It would possess this most incomprehensible of objects, but as time wore on and its agents became ever more perplexed and bitter, it seemed, in fact, that the Thneux would be denied possession of the Theid.

Now, it is reported by later and more fact-pedantic data-archivists that the Nohogien Theid is in fact a Reheleth Advanced Hyperconcepts nine dimensional transnumismatic neutrino-muon coupler valve certified to run between 14 GHz and 18 GHz and produce flutter in less than one part in ten to the seventeenth (yikes!), which had accidentally left on Pleuroporr when the Sahagar-Rienstad cargo ferry crashed into the southern continent some thirty cycles before the Thneux ascended to leadership of Tophtareo. The Indigenous Culture Preservation League had swooped in and manage to remove most of the hypertechnological artifacts strewn about by the crash, but the Theid somehow managed to squirrel itself away into possession by the Nohogien

slo-mo fres-know.

Lantern'd folksy astrally irrigated visions of rusted iridium, oxidized cucumbers, many and numerous, like lemons dancing on the head of a pin. Such was change: such had to be, for the divisor-thrill of an abnormal number precessing around a floating top, orbiting the head of the hostess, before the soiree is scheduled to begin. In quick succession a fine china teapot is knocked from the table, and falls to its inevitable shattering, as an unrulier guest says, in slow motion "food fight", and throws a pumpkin pie across the room.

The pie collides with an antelope that has mysteriously materialized in the middle of the event. The antelope looks at the proverbial narrauthorial camera as if to say: "Oh, another fine mess you've gotten me into. What is it this time? Party in slow motion? And last week you had me to contend with those three thousand five hundred lunatic atoms of rubidium. Grah." The pie, being neither sentient nor sensate, goopily slides off the antelope and falls on the ground. It has nothing to say to the narrauthorial camera. The antelope, being marginally more self aware than the rest of the party-dwellers, immediately sets upon eating the pie. The party dwellers neither know that there is an antelope there, or have managed to get much farther than declaring a food fight when the teapot finally impacts, breaking into numerous small and uncomfortably sharp bits.