the queen finally biting it on april fools and then nobody believing she was actually dead and being incredibly disrespectful about it assuming it’s a prank is potentially the best thing to ever happen to me
personally don’t see why everyone’s so worried about the entity. like i said before, rocks just do that sometimes. you crack them open and there’s a geode inside. or legs! or flesh! rocks are just like that. it’s perfectly normal. maybe it just wanted to be a little squishier.
writing astrobiology paper, distracted by Wikipedia articles. reading about slime molds, came up with horrendous idea for biopunk worldbuilding
so, my post a while back about shitty Minecraft structure generation that got derailed into a discussion of the horrifying concept of “thing that is pretending to be made by humans” led my thoughts to this.
So, slime molds. It’s an Ooze, but—we are starting to think—it Thinks. And I’m imagining a plasmodial slime mold having…on some level this really sophisticated intelligence, but of course, it’s very, very different from human intelligence.
What if slime molds could change color? Then they could spell FUCK YOU on the glass of their tank…if they knew what language was, which they probably don’t.
So imagine a biopunk sort of world that is just a capitalist nightmare hellscape. COVERED in advertising…signs, billboards, screens, just everywhere. So much so that you’re kind of numb to it, and you don’t pay much attention to it.
But every so often, you see an advertisement plastered on the side of a building or some surface that is just…weird. Wrong. In a place it shouldn’t be.
What I’m thinking of is those AI-generated cat memes:
There’s text, but it doesn’t say anything. It’s just…nonsense shapes that look like text.
And as you move closer, you realize it’s not a sign or a poster, it’s a gelatinous film coating the side of the building—a slimy living organism trying to look like something made by a person, but not quite getting there.
Is it trying to blend in? Communicate? Lure you in and make you a snack?
[Text ID: a piece of prose entitled ‘Lifeline for Delusions,’ spread across three images, and which together reads as follows:
ID 1: where you see me again / ghosts of time lying side by side / new beds new houses old homes / the closest anyone has ever come / to touching heartbreak //
my heart is a ticking clock / beating in reverse to the rhythm / of prayer uttered in the dark / whispering please, inch / just a little closer
ID 2: erase the years the tears the fears / reincarnate first love with / your arm around my waist / bring back youth by lacing / your fingers through mine //
i close my eyes & it smells like late / spring, a memorial to a storybook / first kiss from long ago / the spaces between us reminiscing / over your mouth on my neck //
you shift closer & i wonder if it’s / on purpose, if our hands are wandering / to three years ago, if the silence is / grieving a younger set of eyes / meeting in the night, brimming with love
ID 3: morning comes with rude awakening / & parallel universes are dying stars / dissipating, but you smile at me / in the early sunlight / like a lifeline for delusions //
i tuck it away, a souvenir from history / think if you could just keep / looking at me like maybe / i’m still the sun, i’ll pretend / you’re thinking it too /End ID]
