Scrapper Ship. A repurposed asteroid mining vessel, with lasers still in place. Now home to a single crew member, scraping a living between Ceres and Mars.
I reduced the size of the hole creation and connected this to the laser cutter. It looks interesting, maybe there will be several places in the game where you need to cut a hole, but with a combination of Chaos Destruction and Geometry Script
Watched it for the umpteenth time last night. 42 years old and as long as you're not watching the original theatrical release, it's a near perfect film. A pure masterclass.
Each of Emma Newman's Planetfall quartet explores a different aspect of the same overarching story of religious driven intergalactic migration. In Atlas Alone (2019), the fourth story centres on an elite gamer & their attempt to uncover & then take revenge for a crime against humanity. To say much more would ruin the plot for you, but as with the others, this is great, fascinating sci-fi, which has a great payoff at the end.
Fuck, I got a #FF shout-out from Bread and Circuses. Better do that intro I've been meaning to (re) do! Hello, new followers! :heart_pride:
Who am I: a lady, a bitch, a woman, a human. Cisgender, queer, white. Living in New York, where I was born, but I have traveled. Doing my best to support my Darling Nonbinary Spouse in their challenges being one of very few Black people in our community. Currently working as a drafter of soil/water conservation infrastructure. Before that, I bounced around a lot. Did construction and childcare and food service and data entry and more.
What you can expect from me: PLENTY boosts. I see it, I like it, I boost. Regular posts about #ClimateChange, #Degrowth, #GreenBuilding, and related topics. Commentary about social justice. Some news, but more opinion, about USA and NYS politics. I tag these (USpol/NYpol), but don't CW them. Edit: almost forgot to mention: I'm an anarchist apparently (I had to look it up) and I hate capitalism.
Other, less weighty stuff I like to talk about: #music of any genre. I'm developing the desire to become a DJ and collect vinyl, somebody stop me! #Crochet and fiber arts. #SciFi, #SpecFic. Not a skilled shitposter but I do appreciate the art form.
Fair warning: I like to argue. If you don't enjoy seeing someone go back and forth with mildly offensive bootlickers from time to time, I may not be your cup of tea. And don't worry about my mental health WRT arguments, to my brain a good argument is a lot like a good video game.
In the game, one of the protagonist's tasks will be to collect flora and fauna biomaterial. After collecting the samples, they can be viewed in the inventory. Maybe there will be a mechanics - mixing and testing samples properties
I am becoming more and more obsessed with post-WWII social criticism and its intersections with left-leaning 50s science fiction. #history#scifi#sciencefiction#books
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Eight years late, Ferris Gawalkow returned to Earth. The logfiles didn’t report anything special from orbiting Uranus obviously without using any oxygen, water or energy. The pilot himself couldn’t tell what he had done or what he had seen. He didn’t tell about slipping through spacetime and entering the Nandaii system, about making contact with the Fisaf, a peaceful and advanced cicilization of shapeshifters. He didn’t say a word about falling in love with A’Galsig and living with him for quite a time. He didn’t report being shown around on the Fisaf’s homeworld and seeing fantastic garden-like cities. He didn’t talk about their culture that had no word for possession at all and was founded on absolute respect for every individual. And he didn’t tell that he asked them to wipe his memory before they brought him back.
A’Galsig himself did it with just a spell and he made good job of it.
When Gawalkow returned, he had forgotten everything of the voyage. He didn’t know why he was aboard a spaceship or that he was an astronaut at all, so, traveling back to Earth for six months, locked in a narrow vessel, seriously traumatized him. The rest was done by the authorities’ efforts to find information in his dreams, later in his head. They tried it with hypnosis, neuroleptica, narcotics, electroconvulsive therapy, finally with brain surgery. He died in a mental hospital four months after his return. #writingprompt #microfiction #scifi