Realm of the InterNutter

Thoughts, stories and ideas.

Extinction is such a cheery thought, isn't it?

The last Homo Sapiens Sapiens lay dying. Who hears their final words? Who are our species’ successors?

Go as uplifting or as dark as you wish. – RecklessPrudence

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The machines were very good at keeping him alive. They had done so for almost two hundred years.

And it wasn’t fair that a majority of them were spent in a bed, watching other innovations and marvelous things happen in the world. Watching the new definition of humanity do marvelous

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KING CAIN CORDIALLY INVITES YOU TO AN INDEPENDENT, OC FRIENDLY ROLEPLAY UNIVERSE!

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“The Realm of Lost Things” is a multifandom roleplay universe open to anyone - but we are especially partial to awesome original characters! We already have an brilliant and very active RP community, but the more the merrier! Got an amazing muse you’re dying to play? Teleport them to a land full of magic, intrigue, mystery, and lore! Players of any skill level welcome!

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The first AI gains sentience.

Luckily, the researchers were actually _aware_ of the past century-plus of musing on the subject, and didn’t react like paranoid idiots.


Whether the creation of the AI was intentional or not, I leave up to you. – RecklessPrudence

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Gravity generators needed a Cargo Cult to make them go. Each machine was the same, up until the final pass, where the Cargo Cult took over and the machine was ‘birthed’.

The cult called itself the Nae'hyn, and was

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Sahra gawped. This place was so… white. And everything that wasn’t white was shiny. And everything in-between had lights in...

Sahra gawped. This place was so… white. And everything that wasn’t white was shiny. And everything in-between had lights in them.

Sit it in the examination bed,” said the Barba. It was a surprise to see a male’s crest down their tail. Males didn’t get to the higher ranks, most of the time.

The Matrach patted something that looked like a bed. “Sahra,” she cooed. “Hup!”

Sahra scurried to

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It's not called that anymore.

Place names change over time. Often in response to something that happened at that location that changed how people thought about it. For instance, did you know that it’s nigh-impossible to easily find an English source for what the locals called ANZAC Cove before WW1?

What about when the meaning behind the new name is forgotten… why is this place named [name here]? It doesn’t fit with the surrounding place names… – RecklessPrudence

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Part of Shayde&

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Sahra was on the opposite side of the station to Ore Processing when it blew up. She, like all the other tunnel rats, closed her hands over...

Sahra was on the opposite side of the station to Ore Processing when it blew up. She, like all the other tunnel rats, closed her hands over her ears and stayed rigidly stock still until the echoes died down. Alarms, shrill and piping to human ears, were still filling the air with their near-musical noise.

She knew what to do. Follow procedure, and maybe nobody would get hurt.

No smoke in the air. Good. She had to take herself and as many

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Something I found difficult to type.

You’ve mentioned having Aspie kids before. As an Aspie myself, with a little brother who is also one, I’d like to see you show the world (or at least, your readers) why Aspies and Auties (Autistics) are not “broken”, nor are they “just trying to be difficult”, nor are they “emotionless sociopaths” or “shoving [your] face in [their] differences”, “making excuses” or even “just whinging.”

I

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opalhonors: Hey guys, please reblog if you would like a book with an autistic main character. I'm thinking of seeing if I could get my...

opalhonors:

Hey guys, please reblog if you would like a book with an autistic main character.

I’m thinking of seeing if I could get my NaNoWriMo work published, and I would like to show any agents/publishers that there would be a market for such a book.

Oh please. My littles need hero(ines) like them .

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Her hands and legs were throbbing by the time she came out the other side. She took a look at them while the masters checked her cart and...

Her hands and legs were throbbing by the time she came out the other side. She took a look at them while the masters checked her cart and the other things they put on her.

Her hands and legs were red with blood.

And dripping.

One of the higher masters noticed and made a squawk of disgust. “Clean that animal up.”

A young male, judging by the newness of his boots and the sharpness of his claws, grabbed her roughly

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