Those who know me do not need to read what I think, as they hear me say it often enough. It is those whom I do not meet that would require reading my thoughts, in order to reveal who I am.
Some are artists. Many are philosophers. All quote-smiths say words.
A lacking number of people ever do criticize my words. It is probably due to me being very stupid and very smart.
A zombie alien monster that eats only the arms and legs and screams "Yarrr"!
If I could speak and write in quotes, and nothing but quotes, then I would seem like the wisest man on earth!
It is valuable if it is of high quality. It is less valuable if it is of high quantity. Stop letting gamers grind!!!
Not a surprising matter it is that so few true seekers of knowledge exist today. I have witnessed only very few brave and lively ones, who have trespassed into the utter abyss of thought and existence.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Out
A short story.
Episode I: Introductions
Tonight I made first contact with it. An unknown entity from many light years away. I sent out the message: "I am love," and got in response a list of unknown characters. I have an entire team working on deciphering the received text, and it won't be long until we do.
It's later into the night now, and another cryptic message was received! One of the guys says that he thinks the word "Fear" is included in their message. This is very exciting to hear; It might be a dangerous attempt at communication with distant and unknown life forms, never the less it is surely worth the risk.
"We are fear and hate. Living it is," is what we are deciphering from their two messages, combined. I am unsure as to what it means. It might just be a game of words. My message wasn't much of a message I suspect. I'll send them another message tonight. It's soon morning, so I'll write: "Light brings new life,". I'm certain that will bring in more interesting messages. It's a big responsibility put on me to decide what is sent. I feel confident in my ability to draw their positive attention.
The entire day went by and still no response. Me and the entire team, except for one person, all went to take a nap. We haven't had much sleep these last couple weeks, and it will have it's negative affects on us if we continue to do so. Afterwards, I was surprised to see another incoming message awaiting. This time it's become easier to decipher, and we already have a partial translation: "BLANK for you BLANK BLANK empty."
Episode II: Friends
It's been three years since our discovery of another life form able to communicate through the great void of space with a similar method to our own. The communication itself is lagged, and it is lacking important information. We recently received an extremely long message, and our top researchers think it might be an encoded image. This could be our big break through. Finally seeing a face, or at least an image, behind all those words. Many empty and meaningless words with the sole function of ensuring us of their existence, is all we got so far; Maybe also ensuring them of our own existence.
Most of the work is done at night. They only communicate around night hours. Mostly when it's dark. Now finally an actual photograph is visible to me! It shows a round shaped object. Our keen faculty already noticed it looks like an eye. A human eye even. I think our friends over yonder may be human like in their form. I feel very positive about this. I feel this is a good thing for us. I will not give up my quest.
Episode III: Same
This is terrible! We received another encoded picture, only days after the first one; It is a picture of us! I don't know what to make of this. It doesn't make any sense. Fear started showing it's side effects in the team. People started arguing that it's a mistake. Maybe it's some sort of a joke or an error in our systems. This is entirely new technology we are using here. We can't be blamed for errors.
Many checks were run on the picture to verify it's integrity. Nothing suspicious comes up. It's just a picture of us. A good question was raised though; If this picture was taken in the past, then who took it, and when did they take it? I let a certain researcher become an investigator of the case on my behalf, and she will report to me daily, after asking around snooping and poking anything she notices.
It's been the longest day I could remember. Everyone are still angry and tired. Many are pointing at others for doing this in order to disrupt the project. Others are claiming that this is an outside job, and should just be ignored. Some are even saying that this might be real, and that we shouldn't ignore it. A picture of ourselves sent in by foreign entities from a vast void away. This might be the end of the project for all I know. No new messages are being received, and they won't reply to the messages we send out.
Episode IV: Ends
Two of our leading researchers and faculty members have resigned the project. They couldn't sleep well anymore, and do not feel that this is worth their health. I tried talking to them, asking them to try and stay a little longer; Maybe new evidence would come up. Maybe an answer would show, coming from our alien friends, understanding our confuse. Of course no messages were received, and they soon left. Barely even went through their personal desks and rooms. What a useless rush.
After only a day now, in which we lost morale and a couple of our finest, we've received another message. It begins with a text message, saying: "What is I?", and another picture displaying our team. This time it was obvious immediately; It was the entire team, including the two missing men, only at least a decade later. Into the future. After some more inquiry into it, I noticed that the picture was twisted. The Us that were in the picture were staring to random directions, and were not showing any emotion in their faces. Just blank stares into anywhere. This raised a lot of questions from the team. What more is wrong with the picture? What more problems did we not notice in the earlier pictures received? I could not answer them properly. I'm shocked to see these findings with my own two eyes. I feel unsafe and hesitant, and I can relate more to the others who left already. I must not show these feelings nor share these thoughts. I need those remaining here working on the project. We must get an answer!
Waking up today was a bad call, as half the team is wishing to resign the project. My administrator saw the project logs, and decided that it was time to give this project to a new team. I will be included as one of the lead researchers if I wish, but will not have much to say as to the direction it will take. I agreed to his proposal and went back to my bed to rest more.
A new message was received. I am not supposed to enter the project machines anymore until all equipment is transferred to the new laboratories. I decided to take the risk. I doubt they will punish me or even say anything in the matter. Using the already constructed methods of deciphering the incoming texts, I realized quickly that this new message was actually yet another encoded picture. A photo. It shows me standing in an unknown control room. I saw some weird pixalization, and so I zoomed in on my face. My eyes were completely black and were bleeding from the edges, and my forehead had many small scratches on it. I am not so afraid, yet I can't resist the feeling of a bad omen from looking at it. I decided to send in my resignation letter from the project, and I asked to move to another one. A new project will be better for me I'm sure.
Episode I: Introductions
Tonight I made first contact with it. An unknown entity from many light years away. I sent out the message: "I am love," and got in response a list of unknown characters. I have an entire team working on deciphering the received text, and it won't be long until we do.
It's later into the night now, and another cryptic message was received! One of the guys says that he thinks the word "Fear" is included in their message. This is very exciting to hear; It might be a dangerous attempt at communication with distant and unknown life forms, never the less it is surely worth the risk.
"We are fear and hate. Living it is," is what we are deciphering from their two messages, combined. I am unsure as to what it means. It might just be a game of words. My message wasn't much of a message I suspect. I'll send them another message tonight. It's soon morning, so I'll write: "Light brings new life,". I'm certain that will bring in more interesting messages. It's a big responsibility put on me to decide what is sent. I feel confident in my ability to draw their positive attention.
The entire day went by and still no response. Me and the entire team, except for one person, all went to take a nap. We haven't had much sleep these last couple weeks, and it will have it's negative affects on us if we continue to do so. Afterwards, I was surprised to see another incoming message awaiting. This time it's become easier to decipher, and we already have a partial translation: "BLANK for you BLANK BLANK empty."
Episode II: Friends
It's been three years since our discovery of another life form able to communicate through the great void of space with a similar method to our own. The communication itself is lagged, and it is lacking important information. We recently received an extremely long message, and our top researchers think it might be an encoded image. This could be our big break through. Finally seeing a face, or at least an image, behind all those words. Many empty and meaningless words with the sole function of ensuring us of their existence, is all we got so far; Maybe also ensuring them of our own existence.
Most of the work is done at night. They only communicate around night hours. Mostly when it's dark. Now finally an actual photograph is visible to me! It shows a round shaped object. Our keen faculty already noticed it looks like an eye. A human eye even. I think our friends over yonder may be human like in their form. I feel very positive about this. I feel this is a good thing for us. I will not give up my quest.
Episode III: Same
This is terrible! We received another encoded picture, only days after the first one; It is a picture of us! I don't know what to make of this. It doesn't make any sense. Fear started showing it's side effects in the team. People started arguing that it's a mistake. Maybe it's some sort of a joke or an error in our systems. This is entirely new technology we are using here. We can't be blamed for errors.
Many checks were run on the picture to verify it's integrity. Nothing suspicious comes up. It's just a picture of us. A good question was raised though; If this picture was taken in the past, then who took it, and when did they take it? I let a certain researcher become an investigator of the case on my behalf, and she will report to me daily, after asking around snooping and poking anything she notices.
It's been the longest day I could remember. Everyone are still angry and tired. Many are pointing at others for doing this in order to disrupt the project. Others are claiming that this is an outside job, and should just be ignored. Some are even saying that this might be real, and that we shouldn't ignore it. A picture of ourselves sent in by foreign entities from a vast void away. This might be the end of the project for all I know. No new messages are being received, and they won't reply to the messages we send out.
Episode IV: Ends
Two of our leading researchers and faculty members have resigned the project. They couldn't sleep well anymore, and do not feel that this is worth their health. I tried talking to them, asking them to try and stay a little longer; Maybe new evidence would come up. Maybe an answer would show, coming from our alien friends, understanding our confuse. Of course no messages were received, and they soon left. Barely even went through their personal desks and rooms. What a useless rush.
After only a day now, in which we lost morale and a couple of our finest, we've received another message. It begins with a text message, saying: "What is I?", and another picture displaying our team. This time it was obvious immediately; It was the entire team, including the two missing men, only at least a decade later. Into the future. After some more inquiry into it, I noticed that the picture was twisted. The Us that were in the picture were staring to random directions, and were not showing any emotion in their faces. Just blank stares into anywhere. This raised a lot of questions from the team. What more is wrong with the picture? What more problems did we not notice in the earlier pictures received? I could not answer them properly. I'm shocked to see these findings with my own two eyes. I feel unsafe and hesitant, and I can relate more to the others who left already. I must not show these feelings nor share these thoughts. I need those remaining here working on the project. We must get an answer!
Waking up today was a bad call, as half the team is wishing to resign the project. My administrator saw the project logs, and decided that it was time to give this project to a new team. I will be included as one of the lead researchers if I wish, but will not have much to say as to the direction it will take. I agreed to his proposal and went back to my bed to rest more.
A new message was received. I am not supposed to enter the project machines anymore until all equipment is transferred to the new laboratories. I decided to take the risk. I doubt they will punish me or even say anything in the matter. Using the already constructed methods of deciphering the incoming texts, I realized quickly that this new message was actually yet another encoded picture. A photo. It shows me standing in an unknown control room. I saw some weird pixalization, and so I zoomed in on my face. My eyes were completely black and were bleeding from the edges, and my forehead had many small scratches on it. I am not so afraid, yet I can't resist the feeling of a bad omen from looking at it. I decided to send in my resignation letter from the project, and I asked to move to another one. A new project will be better for me I'm sure.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Random Not-Nonsense
The Wizard & Mage Association; A Vision & Wisdom Guild.
Why watch an entire porn flick?
Because I want to see how it ends!
Car abuse is evil. Bad public transportation is evil. Noise is evil. Air pollution and bad smells are evil. So go on and have a good day!
Humans recreate themselves every day through Science, The Arts, and Anything that their Imagination can think up. I prefer to have sex.
The following segment refers to both Cows and Bulls, but mentions only "Cows" for readability reasons.
Cows eat grass. Cows are strong. Cows have big genitalia. Cows have sexy horns. Cows run fast! Cows don't eat you for all that, yet You eat Cows.
It is a prison if you want to get out; It is a haven if you want to stay inside.
What is the value of teaching someone who is not wishing to learn? Someone who is refusing to learn? A sad smile is unlike a happy frown.
I just may extend my text on the first line. Really got my own interest there.
Why watch an entire porn flick?
Because I want to see how it ends!
Car abuse is evil. Bad public transportation is evil. Noise is evil. Air pollution and bad smells are evil. So go on and have a good day!
Humans recreate themselves every day through Science, The Arts, and Anything that their Imagination can think up. I prefer to have sex.
The following segment refers to both Cows and Bulls, but mentions only "Cows" for readability reasons.
Cows eat grass. Cows are strong. Cows have big genitalia. Cows have sexy horns. Cows run fast! Cows don't eat you for all that, yet You eat Cows.
It is a prison if you want to get out; It is a haven if you want to stay inside.
What is the value of teaching someone who is not wishing to learn? Someone who is refusing to learn? A sad smile is unlike a happy frown.
I just may extend my text on the first line. Really got my own interest there.
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