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.