Usilartu Temple at Thyxeothyre

Thyxeothyre, the tiny island about five thrasmeres out on the Thyrrine sea, is host to the Usilartu Temple, holy to members of the Usilartu religion: which has been dead for at least five nahambes. The temple is constructed of nanomachines, which constantly rearrange its internal architecture: there are buttresses and gantries and cantilevers and extruded pillars and cast pillars with constantly shifting fluorescent and phosphorescent paintings and micromosaics featuring various scenes from the Usilartu mythopoieome: Urtec and Celmaeus at the bridge having the discussion about eventual mistakes and ungifted abrogations. Urtec at the ruins discussing the passage of coincidences with the Three Happenstances, Hayaguno -- the chance of the past, Arapikua, the chance of the present, and Mylbirion, the chance of the future. The Transcendescence of Hyomua, the Transcendescence of Chikonkoa, The Fall of the Nymartielia, Celmaeus discussing the Art of Continuances and Redivisions with the Scoccon God Orahauminabel. The architecture of Usilartu features escarpments, promontories of stone and other temporarily assembled materials. Occasionally the nanomachines build fractal dodecafoams and Sierpinski tetrahedra.

In the First Atrium, there is a statue -- not made from nanomachines -- scupted by Aranseptes Miohongoles, representing Chikonkoa's posttranscendental biome. She is depicted floating five spans
off the plinth, in her right hand there is a scroll with the four Bephragmere identities, and in her right hand there is a yavgale. The yavgale is not pleasant to look at -- it is not composed of corrugated sphelemite like the rest of the statue but of some other make of nanomachines. It is about half a meter in size and its surface is roiling with tiny dark pinpricks swarming in many directions. This is one of a sequence of statues -- in the Second Atrium, Chikonkoa has thrown the yavgale on the floor, and the yavgale is now depicted as a filamentous sequence of rivulets of bulbous, highly reflective metal arranged organically, gently swaying back and forewards. In the Third Atrium, there is no statue of Chikonkoa, but the yavgale has burst from its chrysalis, begun to grow like coral -- the shape of the hatched monsposiorb is reminiscent of the metal sculpture in the Second Atrium.

There are a number of Urtec quotes here and there, written in High Yalgonese. One of the most frequent is "Utter unending trirefringence predicts the past, but the future is seen in the yoghurt".

differential overforest

Oh, yeah. I'm not sure how long transpired between the arrival and the departure: I wasn't paying attention. I was distracted. I managed to find? Not sure. Little fragmentary syllables here and there. Barely around: barely prepared. It felt like vapor, a thin plume of awareness coiled around my attention and just kind of sprawled around my subconsciousness for a while. My glasses broke; I had, I think, been overly cautious, but I'm not sure at the moment: it was like great disc, a sort of warble, a copper kettle in the city, large, maybe twenty meters in diameter. I tell you: I saw something: lots of gin blossomed bishopry? I wasn't really paying attention to the visual ornateness of it all so much as the feel, which seemed to be slotted in at an impossible angle, and then I fell, or flew: and I hit the angle that the mysterious copper kettle building and the gin blossomers and the girl in the hotel room and the guy with the suitcase all sort of lined up so that the angle wasn't impossible and then things got so odd that my consciousness just said "look, I'm going out now, I'll see you at intermission, mmkay?", and well...

Much later, when I could start applying logic and perhaps try to assign meanings to the experience, I guess I didn't realize exactly how far my perspective had been wrenched up. It's difficult to keep to earthly things when your line to the ethereal is dependable. Like pizza and chocolate milk and tea and whatnot. Sometimes I look for pieces of bismuth in a sea of lego. I've seen glints here and there on occasion. But mostly I get back to the pizza and the tea and the ascii bombykol and just meander back down to the Pund and the Sahallangke and whatnot, and it's not very filling. And then I hear something that hits and reminds me and I go on one of these tangents. I probably should be bearing to sleep.

the classification

There is a mythological classification of orders of being

They say that there are three: the Opai, the Bravy, and the Toht:
One becomes Opai. Opai recognize each other. "You have become Opai";
One ceases to be Bravy, one forgets.
The Toht are harder to explain. The Toht are all those that are neither Opai nor not Opai
and neither Bravy nor not Bravy.

One constantly becomes Opai, both in the specific act of becoming Opai, and the general march
across the great chain of being. One constantly ceases to be Bravy, and one is neither Toht nor not Toht.

minor remark train

Naardu Weulxgronteho is subumbral to the Altahyra probability shelf: a submersed event sheave which straddles the Eichthune and Anutpatsehai cordaillures and is transjacent to the Salcrusaro divide, two gigathrontears from Ahoesmie and Boschbanau, niombent to Araschumbe, and across from the Dulximu protopiary. Weulxgronteho is the origin of the Belphunu river:


The Belphunu river south of Polspelego has forests and grasslands to the
side and most of the freshwater fishing industry around Polspelego is
intent on the tiny Laurpicids which inhabit the Belphunu -- they are a
freshwater fish that is the protein staple in Polspelegonese cuisine,
but it is only possible to catch them between two am and three am, so
the fishers who don the orange suits that are their historical garment
are constantly saddened because they cannot easily witness the beauty of
the Belphunu and its embankments, as beyond the ruins of the Starrash
their is no evidence of human inhabitation, and the natural beauty is
unspoiled. The fields outside Belphunu are grassy and with many bright
indrigess flowers, home of chipmunks and other small, inexorably cute
mammallian fauna. The areas around the forests of the Belphunu river
have occasional campgrounds only available via hovercar, and during the
summers many a children's camp operates in them. The Belphunu grasslands
are maintained in trust in between the Polspelego polity and the
Narrantoma prefecture, at the other end of the Belphunu river, near its
delta onto the Great Thyrrine Sea.

The rangers that maintain the natural
environment are a hardy bunch and it is unwise to enter a disagreement
with them. In recent years the naturalist L. Arrague Greenknees has
produced a series of documentaries about the butterflies which inhabit
the Belphunu grasslands and forest. Because of increased ecological
interest in Polspelego and Narrantoma, it is likely that there will be
more tourist interest in the river, and this is a source of great
consternation amongst naturalists: more human involvement beyond the
campgrounds and the Laurpicid fishing will eventully result in the
spoilage of the Belphunu, and it is widely suspected amongst parties in
the know that the Belphunu and the surrounding areas have less then a
hundred years free from human activity, given the rate of expansion of
Polspelego and Narrantoma.

Polspelegonese sounds like "atha! atha! Cantheyra mortonedro? Plorsinu. Dozokhune

atha banthaiel hartominstro colgire nomnim cantheyri gressmanaur? Nomnim plorsinattat

darsilo atechteufio hartabantham manthiba colgire nomnum bartanistratai calbanaro dordult

castacanthringes boltonaro tortulb bo bonchuefeor? Bo nomnim plorsintat dordulma boltonarem

adua atha cantheyro bonchuefeor dua atha gressmanauro dua atha manthiba colgiram calbanaro. 

Adua cantheyrai bonxume dua atha bonchuefeor nomnim colgire hartominstaro."

the Dvaud.

Aldvar Ehunoevec was born on the 7th day of the 15th month of the 32nd year past the Cohembrium of Palmonstil in Yehursehto, north of Canahai and west of the Urun river. Now, in the 24 million years that span the History of Tehktoris, Ehunoevec might have been just another salanquin riding the currents of time, except for the bimonthly encounters he had with the Dvaud. For some reason that escapes most holonomers of Tehktoris, the Dvaud found Ehunoevec extremely interesting.

Who are the Dvaud? The Dvaud are are species of post-etherealized beings who are rhombent in this filament of spacetime. They exist on neutrinos and muons and red quarks in a very circumscribed fashion, and may, by application of impression on various subatomic particles in the nervous system, produce perception of their presence. They have historically taken a hands off approach to interfacing with the societies of the ramshackle, and the last entity they took interest in was Mhutigue Pahahao Corzo-Bfauthyrre, 35 million years ago, a selestossind of the Yozari parlance. We know that the Dvaud exist. We know that their interest can be piqued, but it is rare for it to be, and the conditions and personages that interest the Dvaud are scant in time and sparsely separated in space. From Mhutigue's diaries, we know that the Dvaud are interested in something they call "the elephrosmic acaulept", which is apparently not a one-dimensional concept. Mhutigue goes into great detail defining what one-dimensional concepts are, ones that are associated with paths, or homotopies between paths, or homotopy groups, or sequences of instructions, or programs, or data structures, and makes a great deal of emphasis that the elephrosmic acaulept isn't one of them.

Aldvar's diaries and data entries (written in Kalkari minor) also speak of the elephrosmic acaulept. The Dvaud (via Aldvar) express concern about the umarity (?) and the phosmence (?) and the fluorence (?) of the local sculpting. They say that they aren't aware of any other major transclusions except the crystalline one, and are pleased with the event shuffling, but say that the distressed terminus doesn't appear to merit any bivouacking, and because of that, the epochal spline might have to be renewed post-haste. The Dvaud say that the anticipated Leuxis occurred as scheduled, and that the Mononguly was appraised in full, and that (barring their own crypticity), all records are publically available. One oddity though, one of the last entries in Aldvar's diaries, written a few months before he died of thuonic charagosis, said "the feud transcripted last by Mhutigue between this polity and the Transquilaterals has been satisfactorily resolved as of 10Mya: emphasis: Ascarthenvalwar and Uathwaru may transculpt to Wahataraung without impediment!"

qwek?

The genocide at Sargumdo that occurred between the 9th of Ussuary and the 19th of Fomtember of the Yalhai was secretly monitored by the Beljunu-Tiemdolo organization and their findings were released in real time over several major intergalactic data trunks. The use of Yal-4 devices was prohibited under the Treaty of Kiunbu, and their use by the Aschtutl-Gerafirminade was widely percieved as being a war-crime of major proportions.

The Aschtutl-Gerafirminade are a species of lambda calculus compilers which live on the hypercontrollers of gravity-modifiers and convert large sequences of lambda calculus source code into a ternary executables which are then deployed via the hypercontroller to the gravity-modifier, allowing for custom high-specificity spacetime curvature tensor sculpting to allow rapid transit between orbital substations and faster-than-halo orbit traversals of solar systems and whatnot. The Beljunu-Tiemdolo report found:

The Aschtutl-Gerafirminade's governance determined the necessity of deploying a Yal-4 device of moderate yield in the stratosphere of Sargumdo. The Yal-4 device detonated at 0:19:22 pcfl on the 9th. The Yal-4 device released search-and-replace bits of exotic matter into the ecosystem of Sargumdo with the following instruction sequence:
day 1: convert all atoms of iron into nickel
day 2: disrupt all pi bonds
day 3: convert all atoms of sulfur into rhenium
day 4: replace all down quarks in neutrons of Boron with strange quarks
END

The obvious effect of the Yal-4 device was the complete elimination of all biologicals on Sargumdo. The  Mlonsivo Group has been pattern-locking and impounding hypercontrollers that contain Aschtutl-Gerafirminade firmware with the intent of determining which Aschtutl-Gerafirminade were responsible and what exactly was their reasoning. At the time of the genocide, there was a Wrieskiethke research lab on the north polar region -- the Wrieskiethke are postbiologicals with type qfr2 quantum foam bodies and  weren't recognizable to the search-and-replace bits of the Yal-4 device -- but they managed to create roving recognizers of exotic matter capable of filtering out the search-and-replace bits, which is fortunate because they managed to save some of Sargumdo's ecosystem. Fortunately, for the sentient, pre-sapient Chakthe civilization that had some dealings with the Wrieskiethke, the Mhalangra's research satellite was able to take a planck-verity octoscopic quantum image of it and dump it to the local portion of the metanet before the first wave of changes happened. Some Vlyssanghai engineers may be able to give them quantum foam bodies before too long.

The jurisdiction for the prosecution of those individuals of the Aschtutl-Gerafirminade is a little unclear.  Beljunu-Tiemdolo's editorialist, Surglonois Toer-Gassilganar says that the authority to prosecute lies solely with the GDXU-3 echelon of the eigenghourssaag in this tier (18/3f) of the Grand Congress for Symbolic Life, whose representative is Gal-(hyhecto):/bin/interface and who is working with the Mlonsivo group. Hyhecto sez: "Although we have not been able to identify the causation functionals nor the beta reductions that were responsible for some subset of the Aschtutl-Gerafirminade engaging in unprovoked war crimes, we believe that we have a candidate subset of the Aschtutl-Gerafirminade who were a party to those decision streams and beta reductions. Candidate punitions involving delinking the higher executable code from the experiential/sensorial interfaces and then assigning the at-fault Aschtutl-Gerafirminade to some low level contritiogenic periodic task farming situation are already being discussed, amongst other, less transparent methods.

the curse of the silent magnetometers

The interminable diapause lends the interests asway, like a bird in error, or a mechanical parakeet which disemulates terminal malfunction by emitting fake smoke and/or other parts such as gears or capacitors when moving in an intentionally uncoordinated and unelegant fashion while at the same time maintaining perfect control over the performance. Oh, Avalwaud, whatever did we accept in those parfait-days of yore, what improprieties were accepted upon our behalf and did insist that our recompense what insanity might have been substituted by the horologies of our afterantecedants and priorforbears: if we were such fools, Avalwaud, did we not engineer our own ignomies after the Fall of Ravalbrakh? Did our lieutenants and minordomos did not make the apparition at the internal syllogistic debacle, an entombed meristem, a diseased publick beadle of disaffected nature and disagreeable character, who, disgraced, degraded, and disabused of the notion that the commonweal support magnetostriction and muon ales imposed a rather stentorian program of self-exile to beyond the Tratgarad Peninsula on the Islands of the Yakdog, oh, alas, what a pointless eversion, a peripatetic diversion, an indubitable periphrasis not worthy of our magneteers, such as might be found on a contemporary saturday morning cartoon programme on any of the major television channels in these days. Assigned did it such to tell whatever fearless enterasty did reconduct my passage to the end lands, an imporpoise to telamon mine own disaccomplishment, a ruse, perhaps, like foxglove, or the netherteal gantry haulks lining the edges of the cantilever machines which surround the Swamps of Scersion, whose paint is long since chipped and cracked as the sport of swamp diving has long since fallen from favor and the nations youth entertains brain-squishing and nine dimensional tiddly-winks as popular diversionary pastimes these days, too modern, too attention starved in the torrents of information. Alas, I cannot answer.

fjord rainforests

Chuytehc-Irrhague is on the border of the Telmunkpu and Garstil-Enteramakhtot, thalvent to the Tursvek Diondarskog and moggy of the Prelcipthai Archipelago. With many fjords and a rainforest in between them, the stratigraphy is rather bizarre, with tall trees and epiphytes and an insect populated fjord floor. Various seven legged arthropods with a variety of fungal parasites and a variety of aggressive native lichens make up the lower rungs of the food chain, while alactathyres and harruraqs are the local apex predators, one mammalian, the other a reptile. Deeper inland of Chuytehc-Irrhague the rainforest continues, with the mostly coastal pachquai trees making way for esmarado and muncippequine trees, and by the mountainous region the rainforest has dithered away to conifers, mostly balbrussia pines and a few struce trees.

Chuytehc-Irrhague used to, oh, about fifty thousand years ago, be inhabited by the agrarian Pahuaxtls, but they migrated to Terhedec and became the modern Pahuatl civilization. Occasionally Bersidoque and Palchiparian traders will come down an fell a muncippequine tree because the wood is especially valued in Bersidoque and Palchiparia amongst the violin makers -- but they come by extremely rarely nowadays. Most of the persistent inhabitants of Chuytehc-Irrhague are Kelpsiphunque ascetics who live on stalargo berries and muncippequine bark and are eagerly chasing the trophy of achieving the mind states of naphelvara and piristifoy for reasons mostly opaque to anyone not a Kelsiphunque ascetic. But they are really good observers: biopherecists were dumb to the moestril migration until the ascetics pointed out that the motile lichen moved back and forth from the seaside rainforest to the mountain conifers every seven months. They pointed out that the ant colonies on the northwest coasts of the fjords were deciduous and all died out every three months, though the ant colonies on the other coasts of the fjords were perpetual. They pointed out that the malypbtaria moths appeared to have three sexes, which completely baffled the entomologists.

Wollorongoa

Wollorongoa (not to be confused with Wollongong) seraphs high on the Orbillid shelfwhorl, one throntear niombent from the Wahrveigue and twelve throntears athalvent from the ursal edge of the Chorektheon fissure. It is mostly populated by Errhengyves, with a scattering of the Paltisporeyids and Numenokhs.  Polity governance is done by wheatstraw and gantry, and is post-agalmic. They see a seasonly tide of itinerant Uchualb and Malstoq traders coming to and fro Wollorongoa from Salchem and Mveurhale, mostly bearing rinewind and unrefined jalactite. The Orbillid shelfwhorl is cantered enough from the plains of the Altahyra probability shelf that you can 'see' most of Ayarghu as well as the Maharnep promontory extending into the Sea of Fragility.

The great explorer Uratunque Cossoyargill Bahaptai remarked that Wollorongoa is at a trifurcation, and that those who arboresce trifurcatorily will, necessarily make handhold and foodhold on this trifurcation must necessarily dance on all the shelves which orbit it: "Cos there's a reason it's called a Shelfwhorl: Ayarghu is gesswards, Uthygru is understumbled, Calaha-Tunskelor is sugglum, and Altahyra is niombent, but that changes. In a nahambe, Ayarghu will be overstumbled, Uthygru will be fosswards, Cahala-Tunskelor will be noggline, and Altahyra will be triombent. Probability shelves whorl around here, so it's the Orbillid shelfwhorl. The process is cyclic, and it requires around ∛17 nahambes for each cycle (I remind you that a nahambe is a measure of transcendental time!)."

message to the ethers

Message begins:

Low context density tensor forecast data was not recieved, emphatic, please denote further desiderata in at least v0.4 rhodoscopic encoding prior to broadcast pounce. Interrogative: did Cezelick recover anything interesting from the Umid archives, and I don't mean anything like hygrochemical diffractions or burragily loaves, but metagraphomes and/or dischordant symbologies as would have been employed by the Umid vice-regents during the Ascivilent epoch? Emphatic: the next time that the subsidiary Cone is within range of Varfullus, have them radio exchange the last valid set of kryptagons before the compromise -- I think the stellation number was 180.491 and the offset was 20, and I don't care if their decrypts have been smashed already, I just need them in each other's datapools for a postnumerary validation void that will have had to been done at Jaldarjive.

Secondly, if any of the ponnears have caught on the grid, please, please make sure that you cancel them from the pool. They may not have much effect on your daily operations, but they mean that I have to manually cancel large sections of the datapool once you dump, and that reduces the chances of finding valid exit points that are behaving provably chaotic: once I have one of those, I can disconnect the lattice gantries from the mains, and the sooner you can get to free-running.

Finally, there is a remote chance that the Planaqtil Corrohesmids may decide to migrate to Alyfiminai, if you recieve any confirmatory data bursts that you can validate against their kryptagons, you are instructed at once to make haste to Susqlehersepria. It's a two-off, but if we can manage to trade at least a coupling stent with them, I may be able to shorten your journey by a matter of decades.

Message ends. Kryptagon 140, signature 0xFEEDBAAC

tidaiyedemisteboyu, (n)

A certain grotesqueness is carried by things that are empty (sunyata) and that have been pulled and pushed beyond their capacity to be real. It is like the uncanny valley, but not for living being, but for things. For instance, the fake computers emplaced at various office furniture stores possess tidaiyedemisteboyou. A small piece of molded wet cardboard in a certain light. A piece of crushed clay. It is, some say, more terrifying and/or horrifying than the authentically dead: a simulacra of the real. Merely deferring to avidya for the classification of imaginaries leads one to mistakenly classify all imaginaries as avidya: this is a mistake. One should be able to tell which imaginaries are worthy of a proper Wick rotation, and those that aren't.

Reward the ability to distinguish between imaginaries worthy of realization: that process of realization is the creative spark, from the ability to create those imaginaries that are substanceless, or painful, or diseased, or corrupt in character, with a rubbery and oily visage to them. The first possess a vibrancy to them, an odor, something that impinges the nascent senses. The second terrify: the mind that intentionally births the second repeatedly bears watching, and frequently it is useful to distance oneself from that sort of mind. On the other hand, the mind that is good and adept at the first bears proximity: they sparkle and fluoresce.

transstructioneer's foxtrot

Luito Calpistaro looked through the box of components and grumbled. "These are all wrong! This is a B to Q converter with hafnium bridging. And that's a swerveristor, not a polyociter! The ganning edges on these inverser valves are stobbed, not ridged! We're going to be stuck here!"

Almey Saihalvge looked at Luito and said "shh, don't tell anyone", to which Luito responded with a questioning look. Almey replied "watch"

Almey picked up the B to Q converter and asked "what sort do we need?" Luito replied "an A to D converter with lutetium bridging" Almey looked at the converter, rotated it around in her hands. The next thing she did set Luito's eyes open and his face agog. She changed it. The condyles and foliances of the converter melted, recrystallized, reformed in a dance that was gnawing on his perceptories. "What's next?" Almey asked. Luito handed her the swerveristor. Almey again manipulated it, drawing it out, and Luito could not believe what he was seeing. The flanging strokes of the swerveristor swung around, and another two leads were produced. Almey set the polyociter down and started fixing the ganning edges on the inverser valves. Afterwards Luito asked her, pointedly "how, how did you do that?"

Almey looked at him gravely. "You can't tell. They're not ready for it. They're too busy destroying or colonizing or monopolizing or ensuring that their genome-mates have access to the best resources for their offspring. Drop something like this in the mix and those barbarian empire builders and maintainers would just spread to places where they don't belong. I've seen it happen before. Just be thankful that we're not going to be stuck here until we run out of oxygen and power"

Codex Seraphinianus and the Appillericinians

Contemporary hyperographers often lament Luigi Serafini's poor coverage of the Appillericinians, the culture whose script is displayed on the Rosetta Stone page. Numenal inhabitants of La Arth often consider the French page to be more important, though that is probably ascribable to cosmocentrist undercurrents in most Earthican hyperographers at present.

In the Blovast reckoning, the Appillericinians are twelve orbifolds cantered, one orbifold reduced in distance from the Seraphinian Culture in location, and are removed from them one and a half chronoms timewise. The famous cultural anthropologist Melephio Ausgroyoehe did a survey on early Abolminine era pottery shards from around the Hozt and Calstique settlements along the Euphysme river, when sea trade between earlier Appillericinian and Seraphinian cultures was at its height.

It should be noted that the technology of two-legs, or synthetic bipeds was invented by the Appillericinians but was met with moral outrage upon its release. It is not clear when the method of making two-legs devised by the Appillericinians reached the Seraphinian culture: what is clear is how eagerly the Seraphinian culture took them up, producing viscous slime garbage attendants, umbrellas, gondolier-lanterns, tiger-exploders, and diplomats!

A word on the Appillericinian language ("Sholoque" or "Cortonastry"): whereas Seraphinian ("Coehstyl" or "Slinaqk" depending on which linguist you talk to) is based on the notion of visual arbitrage, that is, emplacing a high amount of semantic currency in the shapes of the filiform letters, Appillericinian is based on the sounds of the letters: the Appillericinians were gifted with the facility of being able to determine the lowest bass note one of their letters would emit if made of metal and struck. It is thus unsurprising that the Codex Appillericinianus is unavailable this far west of the Athalbuq divide.

Famous Appillericinians include Hohotok Kazaregue, Gungustiblimo Thmunturre, Balir Salaquayhil, Talaiq Cshumnete, Barger Yalgril.

unexpected consequences of time travel, no. 3102: the births page.

Auk-110, The month of Cressuary, the year of our Gourarud Shading 192,221C

New Strottafoyle Gabberbrain: Births Page (Section A, page 15-17)

Today the following people will be born:

Tahalxinake Taratvonnib Mahahualxu 192,221C-192,442B
Daughter of Cahalxun Voratminnib Mahahualxu and
Thalkinaske Manakannab Mahahualxu (nee Ztuyinxulxu).

Tahalxinake will write the books Thaud, Upper Highland Prozbenzics, will edit the New Phoaob Courier for 13 years, be the first person to climb Mount Attanteho in the Barvmulgruagu Prefecture, will invent a the first trettling gullip rated in the EHz range. She will be remembered for her lifelong battle with a variety of nearly undiagnosable and asymptomatic skin diseases, and her indomitable courage in dealing with the backlash of the Orteustry Debacle.

Stattabaker Carbassong Tuhungpe Markarakansai 192,221C-192,248C
Son of Vahalasmer Turkursmuk Tuhungpe Markarakansai and
Bettalamie Shalganauk Vospungbenabe Markarakansai (nee Reuxgers)

Stattabaker will be a short lived, generally despicable sort of person. He'll get into Dozouk and palagiss running on the Henoy frontier. He doesn't live roundly enough to make it into the B stratum, and will end up dying as a result of a kalvpok attack in the Brastil Wilterlands. He will be somewhat notable for daughter, for he will be  the father of Halmangra Surgultanab Mahangpe Keskiriadu, the famous arzauggist and author of the Plonsive Manifesto.

Uchietu Dzulgthe 192,221C-192,891R
Daughter of Ahassiete Dzulgthe and
Guriendi Dzulgthe (nee Tzolgthuetu)

Uchietu will, in fourty years time, be the author of a surprising mathematical theory, one which will revolutionize the field of postsymbolic transcomputation. History will record that it is called "pansynthechroid decomposition". She will attain the degree of Xa.Q. at the University of New Oxuld in 23 years time. She will marry Asfayadme Sappeangules, but theirs is not a happy partnership, owing to the massive intellectual disputes which will break out in 50 years time about cossigue functors, one of the technical devices that will be used in the pansynthechroid decomposition. (Amusingly, in 193,384X, her distant descendant, Urhietu Paveangalib will show that the relationship ending disagreement about cossigue functors will probably be excusable on both Uchietu and Asfayadme's parts owing to the slippery and bizarrely deceptive nature of the pansynthechroid construction as will be exposited by Marmuller and Yorasht in the Zohines Seminaire, 193,241S, which will have wouldn't been* unavailable to Uchietu and Asfayadme)

* [technically this is the "future unjunctoid intersal qualtive tense", see Dan Streetmentioner]

alternative teleport methods.

Bervgenelau, the hesitant one, the one with the metallic beard and the eyes that cut rhodium like butter asked "how does this teleport system work?" Galvirrahue, the respectful one with the orange hair and three ears sparkled "it disassembles the molecules and atoms and then reassembles them at the remote location".

Bervgenelau, the cautious one with the metal fork and the knitted squid scarf said "then we cannot use it. I suppose it thinks equivalent isotopes can be swapped as long as the resultant quantum state matches the initial one during the dematerialization?" Galvirrahue, the one with the tired nose, respondeth: "well, yes, it doesn't care... why can't we use it?"

Bervgenelau, the harried sunstumbler, the one with the aging neck and he who falsely misrepresented a skin disease for a noble purpose, replied "because everything here is quark-tagged. And the postbiologicals that we are carrying, the Ichiuthya, have quantum foam bodies which are at a much higher resolution than mere baryonic matter. Your matter pattern compositers will barf on them."

Galvirrahue, he who toasted bread on the pale moonlight, replied "what do you have in mind?"

Bervgenelau, the indigo carrier of the astral chalice, responded: "An alternate teleport system I know of, that I can implement here without much fuss, involves complicated changes of local projective space, overlapping three NST-frames, the current one, the target one, and a temporary one. We can't overlap the remote and local NST-frames in one go, because the turbidity would be unsatisfactorily high, but if we make a temporary NST-frame, we can shift the materials and postbiologicals from one to the other and the other to the target (or vice-versa) without mishap. "

Galvirrahue, insulter of asteroids, said: "what is an NST-frame?"

Bervgenelau, the second filament of toast not digested by the Celery Deity, said "um,..."

Delphyneus' Geograffe (around the Puttgown Archipelago Galaxy)

The Puttgown Archipelago Galaxy is one of a few galaxies between the Iraschau hypercluster and the Straits of Gelvmeneor. It is accompanied by five satellite galaxies: The Major Orpfeos Cloud, the Minor Orpfeos Cloud, The Gescicudius Cloud, Kertetheron, and the Smear of Hohlthaum. It is abundant with precontact hominids, most of whose radio bubbles have not yet interacted.

Notable inhabitants (biologicals):
The Naheorskrene are responsible for a lot of high level energy arbitrage in Puttgown. The Dratayan and the Behisculines both originate from Puttgown, but have been migrating to Kertetheron. Hominid species include the Yovust, the Smeyer, the Bravalith, the Corminules, the Quayvai, the Eschbertelly, the Cansybijibu, the Moramora, and the Kerfahuni: only the Smeyer and the Cansybijibu have been around long enough for radio contact to be established. Nonhominids include the Tisthiristu, the Cthectyly, the Bauraz, the Kaalnav, and others.
(postbiologicals): Jalanaiques, Betherprines, Malathquirs, Hatharquines, Zalhygues, Pessonquils, Gehenthars, but most of them are currently in the progress of discovering thronteareal travel and are migrating away from Iraschau about four gigathrontears triombent to the Hexastyl on the Uthygru Probability Shelf. (Puttgown itself, en aggregate, is about two nanothrontears from the Curvugrum Escarpment, athay of Boromissith, and thelbent of Birionabily Promontory). The Pessonquils and the Betherprines are, on the other hand, arborescing trifurcatorily to the transstratum 1-3-Theuleuvirib, since the Bahavanghress Conurbation and the Syryzygeon of Anthulptis along with the major metropolitan thoroughfares of Kafsepily and Anhyridoque are extremely inviting.

evacuation to Ahissior

The tent city at Ahissior mostly contained Sahallangke refugees from Parabst and Meromuffin, worlds that had since been evaporated by the unexpected induced supernova of their lightcandle, Shoregears, due to the uncontrolled sun-dive of an exotic matter freighter.

It is worth noting that the Sahallangke would have survived the supernova with no loss of life -- they use a variation of the quantum foam bodies that the Vlyssanghai used, not as sophisticated as the Pund mind you, but still better than raw biological bodies. But, the induced supernova would have completely destroyed the ecosystems of Parabst and Meromuffin, and nobody really wants to live in a lifeless place (although there are some entities whose personalities seem to thrive on sterility)

The dispatch of emergency precise targeted tonnage engines to Parabst and Meromuffin was organized by a few Pund engineers who were experienced with that sort of thing. PTTEs are known to little finicky, and it takes a lot of work to get a million of them to land at-will in a lattice on some remote body with large thronteareal separation between the launch point and the destination. Aruguheksne Caltombinim Axilliorwelwei, the "Ad Hoc PTTE General Engineer" of the Shoregears Reclamation Project (that's what they called themselves), has this to say about landing lattices of PTTEs:

ACA: "The real difficulty here is not remotely landing a tonnage engine. We've known how to do that for the last ten billion years or so, and to do so reliably and precisely. The problem is that of auto-diffraction. Tonnage engines without sentient occupants are known to autodiffract, and large numbers of tonnage engines moving together increases the probability of autodiffraction by several orders of magnitude. We have solved this problem by aggressively breeding and genetic engineering many variants of the palahyla, scurugussit, and gahearalloge lichen species, and applying a diversity of variants
to every surface of the tonnage engine's interior that could possibly support them. We've had one or two autodiffractions -- as opposed to the many that would be the case in a target population of 100,000 PTTEs, which demonstrates the success of our methods"

Galthasseroy Gruss-Povilchrotte, the ad-hoc Sahallangke 'leader' has this to say about the evacuation:

"Sure, we weren't pleased about leaving our homes, and we're not as, uh, ridiculous as the Pund would be about it, but we've only been using these bodies for a pretty short time and we're still smoothing out the internal relationships between post-Sagahanta and post-Vlyssanghai. I've talked with Aruguheksne about this: he says that they just would have stood and watched the induced supernova destroy the ecosystem of the world, because, they say "someone's got to observe everything". I guess I really don't understand the Pund perspective. Sure, we all got out in time, and still have extrusion records on our home architectures, so we'll be able to regrow everything in a matter of minutes when we find a suitable environment. Aruguheksne recommends the Sussulfunister Highlands, which is a recent volcanism geographical region of Sormeus, two throntears from here. I have to admit, though, I don't understand the thronteareal geography or topology, which seems to be a bizarre combination of every geographic feature possible, including higher dimensional ones. For instance, globular clusters, probability shelves, tectonic plates, rivers of water and or neutrinos are all mentioned in the same breath, as if there is a continuous gradation between them all.

I've talked with my compatriots about this, and we're not entirely happy about the  Sussulfunister Highlands, not because it sounds like a horrendous places -- the holoeos of it that Aruguheksne have provided seem to indicate that it's a pleasant, if unforgiving place rich in basalt and feldspar and geothermal energy surfaces -- but that we're having difficulty understanding exactly where Sormeus is in relation to the rest of our cosmology. When I asked Aruguheksne, he said "well, it's one twenty four millionth of a throntear from the Schilliringope Gulfwall, four gigathrontears from Scultum, two throntears from the Gyre of Golfgrease, and about a kilothrasmere from the center of the Puttgown Archipelago galaxy in the Constellation of Juruljinoa, The Pthactylismer.", but we were unclear if this was a planetary surface, or some other kind of surface. Aruguheksne seemed to indicate that Sormeus had been around a long time (three billion years!), so wasn't going anywere anytime soon. Puttgown is not anticipated to be involved in any galactic collisions for at least another five hundred million years."

Salhylahemangbe Gohosconse Ailahekorhiyun, one of the more notorious commentators of late on the Barreptro Fingum Mhotobierredge Analysis Conglomerate has this to say about the whole affair:

"Everyone has praised the rapidity of the response of the rescue team, but there have been few questions raised about the Pfthertegue exotic matter freighter. The Pfthertegue are notorious for being body-nativists and they've got a well developed postrelativistic economy spanning the Haltermanive Arm. They aren't a monoculture, but they're taking their sweet time diversifying, probably due to badly engineered large scale communication networks on their homeworld. The dominant belief system of the Pfthertegue endorses both body nativism and biological quadritaxy, so the recent Sahallangke colonizations in this part of spacetime are not likely to generate a favorable reaction in the minds of the energy resource arbitrators of the Pfthertegue. It is possible that the freighter was deliberately programmed to crash into Shoregears. There is no legal framework for prosecuting the Pfthertegue, if it can be demonstrated that the responsibility for the crash was theirs. A Pfthertegue dissident group, the Curriers of Morrast, has without evidence, assumed this to be the case, and have been broadcasting apologies in the Shoregears system for the past week or so.

Julnuirinnib Liorilla-po-Gsyerre, the spokesbeing for the Curriers of Morrast has laid blame on the Council of Tasaiu, the governing body of the Pfthertegue, saying that "We regret the actions of our dominant mimetocrats and energy arbitrators. It is obvious to us that the Shoregears debacle was a result of the discontent and bigotry which is rampant in our civilization against postbiological species. We believe that Tylneiriffike Scillgotthe-vu-Nsothe is the most likely entity to have been responsible for the sundive, so, as an act of specietal contrition, we will voluntarily decrypt several flomes of his communication and put it up on local data networks accessible to the Sahallangke refugees" "

living inhabitants of Sculym and the Oddlands

Sculym is twelve throntears arctangential from the Bridge of Inverse Mumbles, and one escarpment over the throbbing Gios Thyrry Anastomosis on the Ayarghu Probability Shelf. Sculym and the Oddlands are a curious zone of nonsentient organisms. The biopherecist L. Azifthreoy Pahaerel wrote this summary for the Vaveuslin Encyclopedium:

Sculym's stratigraphy consists of microkarst with calcine inclusions, along with various tectonic irregularities where Ayarghu is subducting under the Storgossil plate. The deep layers consist of congealed event plumes and other ethereal geographies, including chance-inclusions and coincidence tektites which have densities in between the ethereal and the material and thus tend to float to the Ahovovicic discontinuity, the separation between the ethereal and the material. Folding and extrusion are common, as the ethereal geography places extreme stresses on the material stratigraphy: things forced from one side to the other generally have chemically implausible structures: Helium dioxide crystals, neon germanate, argon trisulfide, as well as complex hyperbolic fluorinated boron heterostructures.

The yasdroghy (Hylofiesma arbuthnotensis) is probably the most abundant microfauna and tends to colonize coincidence-tektites that are far displaced on the material side of Sculym. Pahaerel says that genetic testing of the yasdroghy reveals that a single stranded RNA virus from the Bolrerino tree (LK120, strain f, substrains 30a,b,q)  made it this far outweird from the Sculkexor Peninsula on Baxon.
Also abundant are moerlids (Ujurulia stalcontii, Ujurulia halverfordium, Ujurulia palhapsina), which occupy the upper ethereal and sporulate on the down quark of the neutron of deuterium atoms in the plenum D2O of the symboplasts of the ethereal/material spanning Bithelvaria trees (Alocqpuod salvinestorii). the D2O is absorbed in above ground (material) root systems of the Bithelvaria trees which are diffuse assemblages of gnarled woven buckyfiber and then transported down through the interface into the Bithelvaria tree's ethereal anatomy. There the moerlid spores hatch into juvenile moerlids, evanescent filter feeders more than a kilothrontear in diameter which feed on the neutrino refringences of implausible events and live for many a conquil. (spongylls and moerlids are an example of convergent evolution, and Pahaerel says that spongylls usually get better publicity). Old moerlids -- ones that are in the final, reproductive phase of life migrate above the border and intentionally snag themselves on Bithelvaria root systems, and then deposit their spores on the aforementioned neutrons.

There are a variety of undistinguished tuspid megafauna in the Oddlands, the varscrique (Belpulungu frisparior) -- a nine legged herbivore which feeds on the hanging moss (Urusquizon tortenkely) which lives on the Bithelvaria trees, the phelmonate and aphelmonate barachtys (respectively: Zorquilo varispardium and Zorquilo allombens) -- tripedal, axisymmetric insectivores, most likely got loose from a tonnage engine at some point when barachtys were popular with the merchant class of Isiktaq and Mulmulktaq. Recognizable by both their transparence and iridity, the barachtys move awkwardly and eat slow moving insects (three legs does not make a stable locomotion strategy make). There are insect species -- the navwol (Helquirasse galifordium), -- think of the navwol as a cockroach-butterfly with bright green wings and equal to the cockroach in terms of being a disease bearer, the sculfrelesk (Agatalor gehenscens) -- which is a six-winged dragonfly with mothlike coloration and opaque wings.

The most exotic organism which lives this far trifurcatory to the Maalwulf divide is probably the whalgrofovea (Acherolaster syllegria) . One of the things naturalists found in the first surveys of Sculym were solid cubes of erbium that didn't seem to tarnish in air. These erbium cubes possessed a strange geological buoyancy: they would all float (slowly, over many months) to float to the surface. They didn't seem to tarnish and the chemists tasks with analyzing them could not find a chemical reason that they were immune from tarnish. The biopherecists then used diffractive quark spectroscopy and demonstrated that the virtual pions on ¹⁶⁷Er and ¹⁶²Er were the ends of long ethereal filamentous processes.

The solid erbium cubes of the whalgrofovea are eggs. Like the moerlids, the whalgrofovea have a bicameral reproductive cycle: the eggs of a whalgrofoveon are layed at the material/ethereal interface and float upwards toward the surface of the Oddlands. When one hatches, the virtual pions are drawn into the ethereal, and most of the mass energy is released: the added effect of this is the pion is turned real and withdrawn from the egg, meaning that any interactions which involved the pion cannot complete appropriately, and the cube is more or less instantly transmuted to holmium. The whalgrofoveon lives in 30THz event sheaves (most of them triombent to the Ayarghu Shelf) and its size is measured in picothrontears and it lives for, on average, 12 and a half million years.

Once hatched, the eggshells become food for pitscarves (Olortheugis mahathekelia) , a high frequency (though not ethereal) organism that lives in the mountains of Sculym and the Oddlands, They overnight in the bases of mountains, and spend the day moving between different mountains at 2/3rds the speed of light. Their feeding mechanism involves the total conversion of holmium (and only holmium atoms) into (nearly) energy, but their main waste product consists of FM radio emissions (which tend to sound like either French or Byrthistu philosophically wanking depending on the season, French in the summer, Byrthistu in the winter)

uggherio wulzenthorem

Carruthers, General (REPORT):

The new Sinyan 3 porrogoly modules continue to outflob the old Sinyan 2 buggers by gasps as large as a mosquito: if the heptachroid had been mustard-ready, my litotes would be trampled, but I suppose one cannot minister to an inverted squirrel. Oh alabaster speleothems and other disregarded canasta sessions bedecked with liquid tinsel and the congress of the disabused: if Arnathaude and Melgemerave had spent at least eight hours considering the requisitional parameters then we might have made it out of this mudpit in two weeks instead of five, but proper protocols must be adhered to: not for some slavish adoration of the law, but because they are here to protect us from physical situations that are inimical to the process of living: an uncapped gespyon slot has incredible transtructive potential, and one need not have one's body transfigured into a number of grapefruit by transplosion. And even if it was suggested that our druthers were unsorted and out of order, at least we were certifiably unprepared for an encounter with a Droythelegm and a Pnyctoid.

um, I didn't catch what you just said. Could you repeat that mumbling please?

Pheoboyms of 1/3rd, list:
Abstract: The following individuals have ascended to Da 3, and are no longer required to carry a Fthay:

Cerello T'noyam
Arthulbusmer Kercoggins
Vua Culo
Zaroasler Gal'Huin
Movom Martam


Pheoboyms of 1/2, list:
Abstract: The following individuals have ascended to Da 2, and are no longer required at straking rituals:

Rungile Thelestory
Arapaunec Cosidiorigua
Glufnesspoy Gesterjey
Nua Coropia

Pheoboyms of 1/1, list
Abstracct: The following individuals have ascended to Da 1, and are liberated from the ramshackle:

Gelsentua Dorpisaro
Tlymentheron Aduargru

General notes for this month: We've been having problems with the valve-trumpets, and Goss Vorvensby says that as soon as we get the next consignment of raw materials, she may be able to fashion the right valve grease. Organics are shipping at discounted costs, so when the plaza has the intermaterials  bazaar on the fifth, be sure to pick up any creams, vapors, crystals, gases, and/or any exotiques you may need. Rumor has it that squares will be forbidden to those confined to the ramshackle for the next two weeks. Hxohua Corporation may occupy a Prendergast shortly, so make sure you have all your parameterization forms in. Happy Vnoonking!

thralskrake and araspongbyllib

Thralskrake, the Epeyungspid from Eyagot dropped the helical gnoove-knife on the ground, and it shattered. Araspongbyllib, the Pund observer nodded assent. "Has it really been that long?" questioned Thralskrake. Araspongbyllib spoke "It has been roughly fourteen million conques since the Elusqeo conflict. I managed to have myself sealed in a cube of sold iridium for the first eight million conques. For the past six million or so I have been checking out the local phrenomes: there are some suggestive local conceptual hierarchies that indicates that we are on the waxing cycle of mylirstid migration. I didn't know that mylirstids came farther than the Augzayle gulfshelf, but as we are a measure or two from Silosset, and their are abundant mylirstids in torpor, the chances are we have hit on one of the substrata of the Augzayle, which means, that if I understand the stratigraphy of this area correctly, we may be able to find a tunnel plume to Boriogomia, which as it stands is still on the Minor Reticulation."

Thralskrake's eyes lit up: "So there's a chance we can return to Zohore?"
Araspongbyllib continued: "Mind you, we're pretty deep into Augzayle. This far into a gulfshelf and there are undoubtedly going to be Accidents, Reparations, and Defenestrations. My Heptant is a little off, but as long as we ride westerly for a while we might avoid them. We may have to drop a level or two to find a tunnel plume easily. If we are where I think we are, and the map update I just caught is valid -- it authenticates but I don't know if the signature is forged."
Thralskrake asked: "were you able to recover the CGC blade stash?"
Araspongbyllib sunk: "No. That worries me. I think we may need to find that before we even think about traversing to Zohore. There are living things here that are capable of using one of those that have no business, and if the stash's containment is damaged there could be all sorts of nastiness"

war machines

Colonel Shalgrussiadge and the Ninth Division of the Fusiliers were having a raucous time celebrating their destruction of the two Ghusmoygne-Albrassago Engines-of-Devastation that the Kerveley Republic had been planning to deploy on the Shelflands. The Fusiliers had been armed with hatchets and kidney-brossages, really inefficient and pathetic weapons, but Private Stapleton had discovered that the joints of each Engine-of-Devastation were soluble in a weak solution of acetic acid and an ammonia-copper sulfate mixture, making the process of dismantling the Engines-of-Devastation much easier, because the fusiliers could basically just cut the seams by streaming the solution down them. Shalgrussiadge's blue handlebar moustache glinted in the twilight as he took a swig of eight year old sloss-whisky: incapacitating the Kerveley Republic's war machine had taken way too long. Shalgrussiadge thought to himself "dammit, I'm a turnip farmer!" as the sloss-whisky burn coruscated in the back of his throat.

Ghusmoygne-Albrassago would probably be subject to prosecution by the Interconsortium: both the manufacture of the Engines-of-Destruction and the (mind-busting) sale to the Kerveley Republic are blatantly unethical, for the Engines-of-Destruction are very difficult to beat into ploughshares. Shalgrussiadge considered Aratulgo Consipher, the Kerveleyan field marshal who was probably responsible for their field deployment. What a bastard. Probably would get at least two centuries in the bismuth mines for this, if the Lenientists didn't get a hold of his case.

immateria medica

Polquff Corporation has steadfastly advocated Maltriximub XD (cerephasmine HCL) for the treatment of polyacrylosis in Cherethryggs, but Drs. Eirtheyck Sagdwa and Karmayall Gleiss say that the procedures under which Maltriximub XD was tested employed an accidental synergy between cerephasmine and one of the excipients, a low molecular weight peptide from the Yissurogue tree generally thought to be decomposed to component peptide residues in the stomachs of the Cherethryggs, which reacts with cerephasmine to form yissurogin cerephasmide, which is cleaved into oxorin (glucuronidated in the Cherethrygg liver and completely eradicated from the system) and yissurophasmine, which is a stronger agonist of the D-32 receptor than cerephasmine. In fact, traditional Cherethrygg remedies for polyacrylosis usually employ Yissurogue bark and cerephal snail slime, but they only get cerephamine from the snail slime, and thus the yissurogin cerephamine which forms is only a weak agonist for the D-32 receptor, but strong enough to have measurable therapeutic value. Regrettably for Polquff, and victoriously for the Cherethryggs, cerephasmine is not under patent. However, as strong an agonist for the D-32 receptor as yissurophasmine is, any reasonable polyacrylosis therapy should include all three corners of Van Wylthoff's triangle: the D-32 receptor (cerephasmine, yissurophasmine, yissurophamine), blocking the kliadotropin pathway by inhibiting synthesis of galioganol (which is usually accomplished by low doses of tereschyllin or pereschyllin), and preventing low width S receptor decoupling which can either be done by dietary changes (restricting the consumption of the "scar" and "burn" foods and encouraging the production of the "ice" and "steam" foods in the traditional Cherethrygg dietary classification) or by monthly injections of taramifub or gloxoflast.

chances and demarcations

Skulgrave and Lymphwrist looked into the horizon, into the patina of dreams that would reflect their mutual alienation. This far into the Hinterpast everything was fragile and glassy: the slightest touch could send huge tracts of chance-alliteratives crashing into each other, releasing enormous amounts of energy which would flood down the centuries and disrupt already transposed event plumes. Skulgrave and Lymphwrist easily darted between the interstices that lay between the smallest motes. Armed with portable coincidence torches they would apply the minutest quantities of heat to the glassy edifice, subtly rearranging its structure: very subtly, so that the ricocheting modified event plumes would be altered, or would contain alliterative propagations not originally encountered in the event plume: sometimes historywrights would consult Skulgrave and Lymphwrist, asking how much it would cost for their services. The historywright Covilgeor of the Anxual Conurbation yeffreous of Grotterdrome once paid Skulgrave and Lymphwrist in chances and demarcations for the most minutest of energies applied to the event plume of the Tyjmeor Continent, resulting in the Aluptry of the Carvargra before the Shelschesser of Cragnou.

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.

constructive potential of dangerous intensity.

Tdzgolgze Tzunphe says: "we are used to measuring destructive forces, but we often do not consider measuring constructive forces, particularly if they are of immense magnitude. The yields of explosives are given, but have you ever seen the warning labels on a tube of constructor nanomachines?  The Drugn Pfamagai make constructor nanomachines that are able to rearchitecture cities in a manner of milliseconds, faster than the native population can react. Suddenly, the city is changed. The topology is preserved, but the geometry is different, less jumbled. Refridgerators, formerly with freon refrigerant, now have exotic pion-coupled adiabiatic refrigeration technologies. Computers are speeded up. Things are cleaned up."

undersulfurous jazz

After twenty or so years walking the highlands, past Theor Grunland and Theor Yusphealius, the Pleurg creatures who had been carrying the consciousnesses and muscular stress patterns of the princess regent and the cadre of royal advisors had reached the Yoveal caves, deep in the Thrunlands. Some Vlyssanghai engineers had set up a small laboratory outpost, and they still were using some Vlurfked composite quantum foam technology, and the Pleurg would discharge their charges into machines that would weave and sculpt new bodies for their charges. The process is two staged: the first stage involved the casting of the muscular stress patterns into blank quantum composite foam bodies, and was a fairly violent procedure involving immense energies: it was implosive and involved the careful arrangement of various attennules and other hyperfine projections into a sphere of unformed quantum foam composite. The sphere then shrinks into the shape of the body, which is still mindless, but carries the right muscular stress spectra to accommodate the mind that it is about to recieve. The second stage is much less violent and slower: while the original transcerebrrephrenization is fast because the tertiary brains of the Pleurg are made out of exotic matter, the process of writing a mind from a Pleurg tertiary brain to Vlurfked composite quantum foam takes about two days. 

After the mind is written (the technical term is 'milked') from the Pleurg tertiary brain, the booting occurs, this is the activation of the mind in the new substrate, and is effected through mental continuity: the experiential portion of the consciousness in the new body is linked to the the Pleurg tertiary brain, and in so doing, the consciousness moves. The Royal Anthropographer described it as "the mental equivalent of changing houses". 

After eight minutes or so, the composite quantum body, which doesn't have any of the original dna of the  person, settles into its appropriate shape. The composite quantum foam is able to determine, using the muscular stress data and the phreny, the exact appearance of the person. It takes about eight weeks for the person to settle into the new body without the added features of the composite quantum foam. At which point, if they so choose, and they usually do, to turn on the added features: dodecachromacy, increased memory and processing power, chromatophores in the skin, buckytube-tensioning of bone-equivalents. But the architecture of the mind is preserved, which is most important. In the case of the earliest attempts at this technology, minds were moved without care for the muscular stress patterns, and the most maladjusted minds would result, feeling naked, and they often lost it.

arabesques of the overtomorrow

Plaintive emissions of muons signalled the end of the empire: forewithal the mesoscale apportionments made by the royal diphthongwrights were etched in silicon and carried by specially trained couriers from the palaces and the royal scientific laboratories to the dirty bazaars of the the land, in these all the collected knowledge, at the instruction of the cadre of royal advisors and the princess regent, were smuggled with great alacrity into the heaving underbelly of the commonweal. Even though the empire had fallen and the defenestrations, malfeasances, and degredations were going to continue unabated, the royal datapools had been ingeniously transferred to the public's seething hippocampus. Looters and other nogoodniks of various degrees of brokenness smashed the ornate crystalline chandeliers as the royal advisers and the princess regent transferred their consciousnesses from their biological bodies into the tertiary brains of the Pleurg creatures that lives under the castle: the transcerebrephrenization is one way: their biological bodies were left as inactive husks, much to the ire of the barbarian revolutionaries who would have taken great pleasure in their violent deaths. The Pleurg creatures then began their migration to the Yoveal caves, where the royal cadre and the princess regent would be able to get new bodies made out of Vlurfked engineered composite quantum foam: that might take ten or twenty years or so of travel, but it would ensure that on their return to the fallen empire they would be able to weave a new and sensible government amidst the chaos, or at least, if a sensible government emerged despite the depravity of the barbarians, that they would be able to continue their researches on the fundaments of meaning in something as well equipped as the royal laboratories later.

Ulyghow Varvarus swung the sledgehammer into the rococo sculpture. Mathematics? What tripe, he thought. A conquerable people to be conquered. Just another one of them, all in a day's work. One of the barely perceptible Pleurg creatures, housing the consciousness of the Royal Cultural Anthropographer, in its tertiary brain, caught Ulyghow's eye for three sevenths of a millisecond, and in that time Varvarus had the distinct impression that his graves, such as they weren't, had not merely been walked over, but burnt to nuclear ash.