Writing Because I Feel Like It
Cause what better reason is there? No reason to it right now, I just really wanted to post something cause I hadn't in a while. Talking of lightspeed, Came up for an interesting idea about wormholes just now.
The wormhole network extends beyond the known and mapped space where the Imperium resides. Hidden gates on vagrant asteroids, comets, planets, and moons link to other star systems. A "Dark Net" map catalogues these and their destinations, but they are dangerous to come by, and often incomplete, telling only where gates lead, not what might be found on the other side. It is sometimes possible to make shortcuts between points on the known wormhole plexus through these Dark Networks, though the journey is often perilous, with Leviathans or Raive still active. False, incomplete, or outdated information can get one killed, as a gate one intended to take turns out to be destroyed, or halfway across the star system, where one must expend valuable D-V to reach. If you run out of propellant in Dark Space, you're dead. No one is coming to get you.
There are ancient, leftover guidance systems for the wormholes called "Shepherders." Each one manifests in different ways, and honestly, the ways in which the can manifest is infinite, as slightly-deific creatures. They create whatever forms they desire. This causes wormhole traversal to appear different depending on the particular Shepherder for the region of the plexus you're in.
Outside, the view took on the magical lightshow characteristic of Shepherders. Every one was different, catering to their particular aesthetic tastes, one can only assume. Who knows what goes on in those God-mind heads? In any case, the world outside took on a glow like that of neon signs. The gold shimmer, at first, slipped between colors like a fish through sea, first pink, then red, blue, and green. This started to tear as the Shepherd took us deeper into the wormhole, closer to the core where the actual rift in space-time connected a star system or deep space object thousands of light years away to here and now. It tore and revealed a deep, black, milky cover that poured over tye-dyed transapience, like putting a magnet to a TV. This black cover began to be strobed with light, which charged over and down the ship, like stars splashing off water.
"Gods sure do love some nice theatrics, eh?"
E appeared on the screen one more time, this time as a psychedelic face.
"We will be passing through the throat in four cents. During that time, I will shield you from the experience to prevent your neurology from failing in a hyperdimensional epileptic fit. Would you like to know an interesting fact about hyperspatial epileptic trauma?"
Rick began to protest, but E cut him off.
"The seizures are produced by neurons firing in the pasts and futures propogating simultaneously. It results in an experience not unlike a very strong orgasm, albeit a mortal one, as the brain assimilates infinite possibilities into a present moment. I cannot shield you completely from the experience, but I'm sure you won't protest. In order to prevent your deaths, I must permit a very specific filter of energy through, tailored to your brainwaves. Prepare yourselves."
"Great, all the Shepherders are such showoffs. And this one has rapey overtones, to boot? Good God here we go--"
The wormhole network extends beyond the known and mapped space where the Imperium resides. Hidden gates on vagrant asteroids, comets, planets, and moons link to other star systems. A "Dark Net" map catalogues these and their destinations, but they are dangerous to come by, and often incomplete, telling only where gates lead, not what might be found on the other side. It is sometimes possible to make shortcuts between points on the known wormhole plexus through these Dark Networks, though the journey is often perilous, with Leviathans or Raive still active. False, incomplete, or outdated information can get one killed, as a gate one intended to take turns out to be destroyed, or halfway across the star system, where one must expend valuable D-V to reach. If you run out of propellant in Dark Space, you're dead. No one is coming to get you.
There are ancient, leftover guidance systems for the wormholes called "Shepherders." Each one manifests in different ways, and honestly, the ways in which the can manifest is infinite, as slightly-deific creatures. They create whatever forms they desire. This causes wormhole traversal to appear different depending on the particular Shepherder for the region of the plexus you're in.
Outside, the view took on the magical lightshow characteristic of Shepherders. Every one was different, catering to their particular aesthetic tastes, one can only assume. Who knows what goes on in those God-mind heads? In any case, the world outside took on a glow like that of neon signs. The gold shimmer, at first, slipped between colors like a fish through sea, first pink, then red, blue, and green. This started to tear as the Shepherd took us deeper into the wormhole, closer to the core where the actual rift in space-time connected a star system or deep space object thousands of light years away to here and now. It tore and revealed a deep, black, milky cover that poured over tye-dyed transapience, like putting a magnet to a TV. This black cover began to be strobed with light, which charged over and down the ship, like stars splashing off water.
"Gods sure do love some nice theatrics, eh?"
E appeared on the screen one more time, this time as a psychedelic face.
"We will be passing through the throat in four cents. During that time, I will shield you from the experience to prevent your neurology from failing in a hyperdimensional epileptic fit. Would you like to know an interesting fact about hyperspatial epileptic trauma?"
Rick began to protest, but E cut him off.
"The seizures are produced by neurons firing in the pasts and futures propogating simultaneously. It results in an experience not unlike a very strong orgasm, albeit a mortal one, as the brain assimilates infinite possibilities into a present moment. I cannot shield you completely from the experience, but I'm sure you won't protest. In order to prevent your deaths, I must permit a very specific filter of energy through, tailored to your brainwaves. Prepare yourselves."
"Great, all the Shepherders are such showoffs. And this one has rapey overtones, to boot? Good God here we go--"
Comments
Post a Comment