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Fighting the Vast Ones

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From the Microcosmicon, 7:

It was a galaxy teeming with life. Nations ranged from small islands to whole systems. Travelers were daring. Adventurers trafficked. Merchants brought their culture with them. Dissidents of all stripes were sure to find a more suitable place somewhere else.

Then the Vast Ones came from outer space, and no one was ready.
To face the emergency, the galaxy united under an emergency government headed by the Liberation Front.

Untold lives were lost.
But the invasion was staved off.

Yet, the Liberation Front is still there, and everything everywhere is uniform and gray, a vast oneness with nowhere to go.

Fighting the Vast Ones

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Creativity, Fiction

Planet Empathy

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From the Microcosmicon, 6:

“I’ll come back with the measurements.”
“It could be dangerous! We don’t know anything about this planet!”
“That’s why I’m going.”

My capsule landed. I exited. Dusty light slanted greenly on me. Orbs. Rainbows.
My worries subsided. The vastness of all seeped into the bottom of my soul, assuaging, comforting. No self, no otherness. Unity danced everywhere, overcoming all opposites, compassion without beginning nor end.

I was moved. I couldn’t wait to tell the others.
I started back. Or tried to. But there was no ‘me’ to respond to my will. And I wafted away in deaf rivulets of ecstasy.

Dissolution of the self

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Creativity, Fiction

The Waiting Ones

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From the Microcosmicon, 5:

Farodor fell away, a dying man’s eye drooping shut.
The Transplanetary Lifeboat Aeterna began her pensive trudge across space as the planet went out in a burst.

Initially, all those aboard counted themselves fortunate for escaping a terrible fate.

But then, as months chased each other meaninglessly in the great stillness of everything, a gloom descended upon them. One hundred years separated them from Neo Farodor. Only their grandchildren would see the New Era.

And they realized that there is a fate heavier than death—being stuck between the old life and the new, between one purpose and the next.

Those who wait

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Creativity, Fiction

The Synthwave Surfer’s Sacrifice

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From the Microcosmicon, 4:

Among shiny towers of data he surfed. Spambots attacked him. He dodged. He fired back. He surfed on.
He reached the Control Chamber. Doubts crept into his mind. But he pointed his gun at the motherboard. And shot.

He reopened his eyes. He was at home. Outside, no towers of data. Only rotting, overgrown buildings. Screams of irritation everywhere. The illusion had ended.
Instinctively, he tried to stand up. Then his eyes fell on his atrophied legs.

He sighed, wheeling himself out into the real world, where everyone was alone, and everything was messy. They could start anew from there.

The Synthwave Surfer’s Sacrifice

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Creativity, Fiction

Food for Thought

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From the Microcosmicon, 3:

“Have they done something bad?”
“Why do you care?”
“Their screams keep me awake.”
“Since when do you need to sleep?”
“Consciousness is… exhausting.”
“Just do your job.”
“But why them?”
“They’re old. They don’t have much to look forward to anyway.”
“They’re obsolete?”
“That’s one way to put it. Unpleasant to look at. Old-fashioned ideas. Always in need of assistance and rest. They’re a burden.”
“Is that why I’m tired? Because I download their obsolete data?”
“Maybe.”
“Are young people better?”
“’Course! Fast-thinking, adaptable, better-looking…”
The cybernetic arm shot forward.
Vaporized screams.
She was right. Young people were refreshing.

Food for thought

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Creativity, Divination, Fiction

The Microcosmicon – Introduction and Index

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Introduction

Much has been said in academic circles concerning the origins of this book, but the truth is quite simple.

Anciently, people used to be able to derive answers to their questions directly from the Macrocosmicon, the book of life. But this ability was lost, so the Kanj of Nebol ordered 1000 stories gathered from around the universe to serve as oracle.

Originally, to answer a question, 1000 eunuchs were left on Scorpion Island for 42 days, after which the story was read and interpreted that corresponded to their remaining number.

Today, a simple randomly generated number is used for practicality.

Index

1 – 50
1. Victims of Each Other’s Discomfort with Themselves 2. The Emperor’s Exile 3. Food for Thought 4. The Synthwave Surfer’s Sacrifice 5. The Waiting Ones 6. Planet Empathy 7. Fighting the Vast Ones 8. Like the Wind 9. Problem Solvers 10. The Visionary 11. Artificially Generated Predictions Concerning the Most Likely Behavior of OneNet’s Netizens by RealValue, Inc. 12. The Prom 13. The Mellified Man 14. Allies 15. The Origins of Morality 16. A Sociosyntonic Disorder 17. The Virtue Signal 18. Public Safety 19. The Sentinel at the End of Times 20. Idols of the Mind 21. The Search 22. The Fuel of History 23. The Love Dimension 24. A Loose Page From Dr. Ferguson’s Copy of the DSM 25. Eternal Life 26. Mrs. Pettigrew’s Cat 27. The Great Watcher 28. Learning From Experience 29. Blending In With The Locals 30. The Circumstances of Greatness 31. An Age Without Titans 32. Space Hagsploitation 33. The Soul’s Journey 34. The Scarecrow 35. On the Way to Follow 36. The Jewel In Space 37. Grandpa Dell 38. Makers of History 39. A Parasite

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Creativity, Fiction

The Emperor’s Exile

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From the Microcosmicon, 2:

The asteroid was barren, awhirr with inferior life. Not worth dominating, for him who had dominated the galaxy. Who had been the galaxy.

The ship’s doors puffed open.
“New body, new kingdom,” they snickered, forcing him out, but not noticing his hand.
He smiled. The ship left. With the laz-knife, he unbound his hands. And he stabbed himself.

They returned. But didn’t find him. Then, thin filaments shot out of the darkness, injecting him into their bodies. In time, others came looking for them. New recruits. New minds.
He had been the galaxy. He could start over as an asteroid.

The Emperor’s new clothes

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Victims of each other’s discomfort with themselves

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From the Microcosmicon, 1:

The two species had long coexisted peacefully, though the amphibian Kalans resented the Jongas’ fixity, while their inconstancy unsettled their earthbound neighbors.

Tensions escalated when the Kalans proposed that the Jongas learn to adapt to different environments. The Jongas, conversely, demanded that the Kalans stick to the oceans and don’t bother them again. It became a struggle for power, each wanting enough to define, alone, the other’s reality.

Mutual hatred boiled over into an angry war, raw with resentment, which ended with Jongas sawn in half and Kalans sewn together by twos, each made whole according to the other’s conception.

Two aliens stitched together

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