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.
Captain’s Blog; Star Date 05312013WP:
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.
It is war! Not one I wish to fight but one I must to survive. Transhumans vs Pure-Fleshers. An old word has been reborn. A racial slur used against use, “Robot”. Its meaning, we are dumb, emotionless and meant to be controlled. A collation has been formed against us called “The Return”. They are spreading their message fast against use. Diplomacy has faltered. The government has split. Time for talk is over. Only battle will prove who is in the right.
Room of Madness
This Is my man cave. It holds my creative spirit. On the Table are some space paintings. Yes I still do them! Here is a close up…
Some Space Paintings