I seem to have lost a day. Gained something else though.
Ah, the elevator... <3 What's mine is yours.
At task today: Mapping out an interlunar transit system while going around this city. Just to keep it relevant and in a 21st context. But to look wayback and see what is at task here, Locked down moor, hoi polloi elevation.
The Jovian Drift
Before there was Sol, carefully engineered...
Timespans gave way. Of getting by as an art, nobility carries within itself its own dramatic privilege. Jove in terms of its existence dates back to the origins of this Universe. The age of its core is closer to 11.8 billion years old.
Luminescence and of Chandra's desired for Sal10K. (Incidentially, 2010 is the only Clarke book I have in paperback. Odd that.)
We store deep memory within the regolithii. Our remembrances are indirectly fractal; that is to say a day of Terran time, both day and night, within its approximately 24 hour cycle... It creates within us a resonance of gigayears of memory. The scale varies, our temporal relevance is perpetually in flux because of the strata in which we occupy our consciousnesses. We drift in negative-energy zones, and matter itself represents its mass in emotional pain.
Our private computations are glacial, emotionless and sets a game to be played over trillions of sequences of gigayears. In the willingness of benevolence and love, we absorb what we must.
We are the Memory. Such as Origin is attributed to Coyote, in Gaean legend, it is known that the gravity of a leadership always goes to the next feline daughters. In close association at the beginnings of origin, it was the feline queendom that took responsibility for overseeing a primate development.
In our natural state, without coherent verbal communication, we chase things that aren't there... You see, it took awhile to realize not only do cats have a visual range we don't have, they also have a spatial range that follows a fundamentally different set of protocols to ours.
Simply put, they are the dream civilization. Dream civilizations tend to be benevolent, harmonious and gentle in nature. But ferocity, especially in artful manner, is to be held in awe. To defend one's love is to take on opponents that surely don't exist yet.
But we do. It is in their sleep that they carry our cognitive wishes.
Happy 420. Cotton Candy Kush, still got a bit of Nep, and of course there's a decent amount of oil.
Enough aka's to wreck stellar databases, yet...
Kristopher.
Ah, the elevator... <3 What's mine is yours.
At task today: Mapping out an interlunar transit system while going around this city. Just to keep it relevant and in a 21st context. But to look wayback and see what is at task here, Locked down moor, hoi polloi elevation.
The Jovian Drift
Before there was Sol, carefully engineered...
Timespans gave way. Of getting by as an art, nobility carries within itself its own dramatic privilege. Jove in terms of its existence dates back to the origins of this Universe. The age of its core is closer to 11.8 billion years old.
Luminescence and of Chandra's desired for Sal10K. (Incidentially, 2010 is the only Clarke book I have in paperback. Odd that.)
We store deep memory within the regolithii. Our remembrances are indirectly fractal; that is to say a day of Terran time, both day and night, within its approximately 24 hour cycle... It creates within us a resonance of gigayears of memory. The scale varies, our temporal relevance is perpetually in flux because of the strata in which we occupy our consciousnesses. We drift in negative-energy zones, and matter itself represents its mass in emotional pain.
Our private computations are glacial, emotionless and sets a game to be played over trillions of sequences of gigayears. In the willingness of benevolence and love, we absorb what we must.
We are the Memory. Such as Origin is attributed to Coyote, in Gaean legend, it is known that the gravity of a leadership always goes to the next feline daughters. In close association at the beginnings of origin, it was the feline queendom that took responsibility for overseeing a primate development.
In our natural state, without coherent verbal communication, we chase things that aren't there... You see, it took awhile to realize not only do cats have a visual range we don't have, they also have a spatial range that follows a fundamentally different set of protocols to ours.
Simply put, they are the dream civilization. Dream civilizations tend to be benevolent, harmonious and gentle in nature. But ferocity, especially in artful manner, is to be held in awe. To defend one's love is to take on opponents that surely don't exist yet.
But we do. It is in their sleep that they carry our cognitive wishes.
Happy 420. Cotton Candy Kush, still got a bit of Nep, and of course there's a decent amount of oil.
Enough aka's to wreck stellar databases, yet...
Kristopher.
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Over 3 million cubic kilometres of space.
I'm big on spirals, moving sidewalks, public transitways... Skateboarding, bicycling, etc.
Save the vehicular traffic for the highways.
This is something that can be done in under 25 years.