Bride of Tikinstien
Tikinstien has been complaining he is lonely and is not really enjoying the company of Tikucula. He told me Tikucula has been trying to order him to go out and find him supper by talking softly and staring at him with weird googly eyes!
I asked Tikistien what would make him feel better. He told me he wants a wife, so I made him one.
As soon as he and his bride where introduced she hissed at him violently like an angry cat thrown in water! Then she rushed into the arms of Tikucula!
This made my poor little monster buddy very upset. Tikucula though is in his glory for now he has someone to fetch him his supper!
I asked poor Tikistien if I should try again. His response, “How about a pet instead?”
I know just the perfect one for him!
The Very First Transhuman
If you follow my Captain’s Blog category then you know what Transhuman is. This is the very first one. He has a terrible back story, horrific actually. In his day he was known as “The Sick Man.” More will be explained when he is finished.
The Pig-men where once the richest races on the planet, but they earned their money off the backs of enslaved Ape-men. The Ape-men rebelled and won their freedom. Now the Pig-men use cheap labor and a corrupt form of capitalism to enslave and create a working economy in the city of Throats Hole.
Wise Old Alien Hermit #2
I am having a bit of trouble with his arms and legs. Everything I sculpt does not look right.
Wise Old Alien Hermit
I thought I would share some work in progress. I feel that I have gotten my 3D sculpting skills in high gear thanks to my new PC. I am enjoying the power to create with the free sculpting software called Scluptris. It is made by the makers Zbrush. Oh I wish I could afford Zbrush!
This W.I.P. is an old alien being blinded by observing to many stars. He has become a hermit, living on an asteroid he managed to terra form. He produces all he needs via technology. I would love to visit him and hear his wisdom!
Captain’s Blog Star Date: 07092013WP
I have marooned myself on a planet far from reach of the NET. The silence is strange but I have no fear of suffering isolation syndrome. By chance my scanners picked up a signal! I pinpointed it and flew my Solo-Pod to the location to find wreckage of an alien craft. From the wreckage I pulled out this helmet.
It is too small to fit anything but a human child. Its strange markings look familiar. The find tempts to reconnect and scan all the alien archeology data for a match.
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This is my last stop before heading into uncharted territory. Protocol would have me dropping a communication probe within this planet’s orbit to stay connected with the NET.
I am about to become a hermit. I willfully ostracize myself into the unknown.
I Want To Be Alone
Captain’s Blog; Star Date 05302013WP:
I put in a request for a one maned exploration corvette class ship. I wish to fly into deep space where the connection to the NET requires probes. I just want silence.
To my kind I am a hero, the captain of a ship that swooped in at the last-minute, safe from an enemy EMP bomb. My crew and I unloaded all the fire power our ship had into the hull of the biggest ship produced, The Heart Faith.
The Heart Faith was weakened. Her shields required all her power to protect herself from the EMP waves she released. Her shields went down. All power diverted to her guns. Her crew was thinking they where safe, her enemies knocked out and awaiting death. If that ship’s guns would have gotten back online we would have lost a whole base full of my people. The EMP would have prevented any saving of souls.
Despite this, I think all Pure-Fleshers I silenced forever. All the unique souls that can never be restored. We Transhumans have a great desire to preserve our uniqueness, our memories and our ideas. Our technology is to designed to make individuals last forever if desired. We don’t ever need to leave this vast universe due to death.
I heard the screams of Tranhumans when they are “shut off” carried over the NET. We can know the pain and experience of death, but we can be reborn…
The screams of all the Pure-Fleshers I silenced will haunt my dreams for a long time.
Gamma Ray Burst
Far off in a distance (unknown light years) an exploded star releases a gamma ray burst. Is radiation will wash over this planet changing it forever, killing what primitive life forms do live here or mutating them into a new evolutionary direction.
Transhumans have won the war but at a cost, we killed many Pure-Fleshers in a battle in Sector 110. This win made many against use lose heart, for their conscious end with death, while ours can be transferred into personal drives, then installed in either clones, machines or The Net. (which we have regained control over) Those installed in clones made great spies mingling undetectable due to no integrated tech. Some of our kind went into the web in order to hijack our enemies ships so we did not have to destroy them, instead transferring them to outposts scattered throughout the universe away from loud speeches of their leaders. Distance will turn them into their own thinking minds. Some of the war-torn Transhumans residing in cloned bodies have joined them in hopes of making new peaceful human cultures.
Those fanatic Pure-Fleshers that still hold onto their destructive cult beliefs have returned to Earth, opting to use old technology that we can’t infiltrate. We will let them have the planet and look for a new home away from them. At times we will check on them, just in case their new primitive way of life becomes a possible hostile threat, but more than likely they will choke the Earth like their kind has done in the past.