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They/Them, 28 Cosmopolitan(astrogational) native human resident of 21st century Terra. Definitely not a cephalopod puppeteering human vessels. Delusional rambler with nonlinear perspectives. Safe to ignore this one's time travel posts. Inquire without
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One thing you learn out in the greater multiverse is that you are not the sole bearer of "your" identity. Infinite identical paraversal twins, infinitely more paraversal siblings, not even counting their own siblings. Do not make the mistake of thinking of them as you or as extensions of yourself.

Plague. Biblical proportions. U.S.A. By "biblical proportions," we mean covering an area proportional to the Egyption empire. Actually quite disappointing. Still devastating for the locals, but not as apocalyptic for the whole country.

Dreaming rivers upon your fiends, friend and tide roll down the road. The current events effects ET AI. Tried and died at winter shores, where the parson meets the sea. Third and forebear at intersected and insect-infested rye fields. Locus to locusts and dust bowl to rust belt.

You will find yourself on a strange plain. There is a cost to transact and the wills of fate are null. Cord and court upon silvered rolls drapped in slivered robes and piecing nonsense tomes. Forty one and fifty three are your doomed numbers. Eat of the tray, only a handful. No more, no less.

Get those men hopped up on treason charges and give them the death penalty. Normally, this one has reservations against the death penalty, but for politicians and pseudo-politicians, we are willing to tolerate an exception.

Doctored Zeus. Xerxes on rye. Picture this. Picture that. Picture pretty-petty patty pitchers picking peach pits, pelting penned panned penny-pinching pulpit preacher pricks in pitch pits 'n pinfeathers.

Here's the certifications for human-era Terra, which must be made by another member in good standing with the Societies. Cleared for ops in your locality. Cleared for ops in the Societies. Cleared for ops up to Antedesertium Sahara. Cleared for ops up to the Antidiluvian Mediterranean. Exaltation.

Stay focused

Emotional arguments only work on those ruled by emotions. You aren't going to expand your support base by appealing to the people who already support you. You need to appeal to the enemy's support base, and undermine it. When the enemy is selfish, direct their greed towards altruistic ends.

Last call for the old year, on the shelf, unclaimed, in need of occupation: A used post-Aquarian vessel, a custom-built Draconid (constellar, not morphological), and a pair of bridged neo-Geminids. Looking for a body-shoppers or persona-scripters. The pA model does have flaws inherent to the design.

Here's the deal. The intentional obfuscation of fact with fiction allows you to get away with a lot, but only in the context of actively discrediting yourself. If you act insane enough, you can have open conversations about time travel with the pretext of it being fictional. Even if it isn't. It is.

Truth, fiction, or nonsense. All in one package. Staring at the wrong angle will net you the wrong way. Insight checked at the bean counter. Flip the script or get in line. One way or another, one'll be found, one'll be got, and one'll be lost. Wasting your time, when you shouldn't be here.

"Gods create millions of people, but only one in a million will ascend to godhood. Clearly, the gods utilize a K-selective strategy for reproduction. In this essay, I will..." -A wizard character who knew too much.

Misplaced the W. The L goes to us.

You will see a hanger on the rise. Falsetto, stairs, partying in the knight. Take the litter ally to the cycling bend. Round carts to go when the moon hangs ten. An egg to fall, an id left on ice. To the victim go the spoils on the Saturday's height. March twice the first and second to centre stage.

Is having a skeleton supposed to be this uncomfortable? Without touching them, it physically feels like a hand could just reach under the clavicle or ribs and pop them right out. Or unsocket a limb. Thinking the proprioception is miscalibrated.

Reasons not to go about the multiverse haphazardly: You will piss off the locals, including any "alternate selves." If you get multiversal operational clearance, don't be a home invader. You're still beholden to time's laws. Exiting your native world does not free you from consequences of causality.

Some of our older clientele opt for vessels that resemble biblically accurate angels, lovecraftian horrors, and fairytale creatures. Don't freak out. They're mostly the same people they once were, albeit with millenia of experience under their belts. Some have even experienced death, multiple times.

Some make the rookie mistake of reading too far into their own personal future, locking them into a set course of action. Some find comfort in it, but it's oppressive for most. Catch the key beats. Know the destination and not the whole route, give safety advice, and leave wiggle room/ambiguity.

The shape of time's a spiral. Technically it's coils within coils. The motion of Terra's surface spinning around as Luna's tide tugs upon it, revolving around Sol, which dances through the Milky Way, which itself flings towards Andromeda. Beautiful to trace. Hideous to navigate.

Ever end up light centuries past your intended destination because you left yourself on autopilot? Metaphorically speaking.

If anyone needs us, we're going to be ego trimming. No, this is unrelated to a paradox. This is a trim, not a rewrite. Got so much junk data. K-Draconis does not exist. There is a κ-Draconis, but there isn't an orange sub-dwarf system around 40 & 41 Draconis with multiple habitable worlds. Just no.

For the properly installed time machine, the difference between a mechanic and a doctor is philosophical. Body and machine are one. Just remember that when experiencing physiological side effects from time travel to see your physician, and if you're having calibration issues to see your engineer.

There are finite opportunities to repair time damage before the Cleaners need to do a hard reset. At extreme fragmentation, spacetime will become a trypophobes nightmare. Folded space intersects with folded space. Completely unnavigable. Worst case, you'll be shredded into atoms on landing.

Knowing how to safely navigate time is generally more important than knowing how a time machine works. Knowing that you can bootstrap yourself to a dedicated repair facility will save you more than knowing how your machine works and lacking tools in the locality to fix it.

Believe it or not, not every time traveler knows all the ins and outs of their machine. Not all of them need to. Higher level permissions in trans-temporal society require this understanding, but with great power comes great responsibility and existential consequences for failure.

Embrace the illusion of free will. You will be paralyzed if you can't.

Remember when setting a blackout recall point, to have it offset the destination time on use. This gives you sufficient time to clear the recall destination on multiple uses. Given that it is a blackout recall, also make sure that it's somewhere friendly time travelers will find. Preferably medical.

As a time traveler, you technically always have a flawless backup of the prior version. Sometimes the problem is accessing that prior version. Chronolinear codebase doesn't always play well with itself. It's helpful to have software that's been designed with autobootstrapping in mind.

14:12 hrs US Central time, February 24, 2025. Moved the camera bag in the closet that interlopers kept tripping on. The poor bag has already suffered enough.

This isn't an issue on this site, but remember when on other sites that the algorithms are fueled by engagement. If you see things you do not like, use the option "don't recommend this channel" or "ignore." They're going to ignore your privacy as much as they are allowed. Use it to your own ends.

Archodei forgive that a sophont have urges! We're running on 'ganic wetware. The mind is willing, but the flesh is spongy and sensitive. If you're here for an insight, go through the checklist. If you don't already have the checklist, it's not your problem.

Abandon any preconceptions that anyone "deserves" anything. It is not a matter of whether you think you are worthy. You need food, water, shelter, and care just as much as anyone else. Even if you don't think you deserve those things, someone else does. You are not the sole arbiter of your worth.

Please do not boast to us about the indomitability of the human spirit. We've literally seen the extinction of humanity, surrounded by posthumans and in excellent care, yet crying about being alone.

Really sorry for some of the lost media out there. The recovery teams have been overworking themselves. Remember to take breaks and to put things back where you found them. Unless it is explicitly lost and never recovered. Then it's fair game.

Anyways. No further information here on our straggler. They bolted just before we could verify their registry. Darn shame. We'd just finished cleaning the scorch marks off.

If you're familiar with the phenomenon where astronauts drop things expecting them to stay in place because of zero-G muscle memory, you have some grasp on a similar time travel phenomenon where time travelers will leave a thing in place expecting it to be there when they get back.

There was a person still loaded in the rig. Those parts are not supposed to be live outside an bioactive vessel. That wasn't a build in progress. That was a user returning to us for emergency services. Really concerning that they aren't on the manifest for today.

Someone brought an extra Artemis conversion kit into the lab today. Don't see any reqs for an Artemis vessel. It's right there on the shelf. We've asked around and nobody knows who brought it it. Suspicious. We'll get a shell running to do some diagnostics.

An unpleasant lie chooses your future common Dante. A beat upon silvered wrings the roots. For the score to be settled with N. Vadores, break the common denominator, pawn the crowned. No scents bleed the ways word home. Tied up in a prettied part stall. Chauvanistic chauffeur in the Bentley. Egress.

We got what we thought was a cracked version of the neuralware, but it turned out to just be factory reset. Be careful with the people putting hardware in your head.

Remember that when it comes to time travel, it is a matter of survival ethics, not prosperity ethics. You do not have the luxury of giving a time crasher the benefit of the doubt. It may be a dark forest, but you know the hunting lodges.