Future Fluff: Suthidruu Afterlife: The Truth behind the Mythology

The Suthidruu, my twistedly compassionate genocidal monastics, are given to exterminating all life in whole galaxies, one planet-buster or nova-trigger at a time. Their motivation is the belief that they are sending their victims to paradise, offering salvation, on its face a murderous delusion.

But what if they are at least partly right? What if there’s a grain of truth to it all, however warped?

What if they are sending their victims to paradise, just not to the one they actually believe in in some other dimension of reality?

In some far corner of the universe lies a red dwarf star. Enclosing that star in layers, like an onion for ogres, or a parfait for talking donkeys…

…there is a massive structure, a collection of solar collectors and computing elements…a Matrioshka brain. Within its vast network of circuits lies a virtual universe.

It is a relic of the bygone days of the Nine Who are One. It is here that paradise lies, in this massive universe-within-machine. Here, all of the destroyed species are uploaded by mind-ripper technology and here they exist as data-patterns.

In the Suthidruu’s infamous Last Rites ceremony, the neural patterns of every species on a world capable of perceiving and reacting to its environment are destructively copied. Brains and nervous systems are turned to soup, and the data uploaded to the Matrioshka brain. They reside as digital shades unaware of their predicament and existing in this virtual world for as long as the ‘brain can draw power from its star.

The mind-ripper is effectively black-box technology to the Worms, considered to be holy relics of mysterious construction.

There is no downloading to a new body, or return to an old one for the copied data-pattern. They’re stuck there, to await the company of the Suthidruu far in the future of the universe.

That’s when the Pious Worms have finally fulfilled their duty and destroyed themselves in a final mass-uploading. Only then will they know the truth behind the myth, when the patchwork nature of Paradise is revealed, its less-than-optimal simulation of the hereafter obvious in the universe’s dying days as the star powering it cools to a lightless cinder.

Fractals of the Week: Alien Cities, Dark Aeons

Vanakkam. This week, I generated some really huge images, and these are all at 9000 x 5400 pixels in size. They are available as prints and as free file downloads on my deviantART page, and are all rendered from new presets I created over the weekend.

Recently, I had deleted all of my old presets as an incentive to keep things fresh, and am cobbling together new ones to further evolve my art to strange and stranger levels.

I’ve never really been a fan of psychedelic fractals, or the felt black-light posters they’re shown on, and rarely make them.

Mine are mostly eldritch techno-nightmares of things that might be built by some insane genetic engineer or alien architect. So here they are, and as always,

Talotaa frang.

All JPEG, PNG & GIF images in this post are original works by the author, created via Mandelbulber, Fractal Domains, Ultra Fractal , Frax, and Mandelbulb 3D and unless otherwise stated are copyright 2015 by Troy Loy.

Cat Thursday: Mister Eccles gets the Chair

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Welcome to the weekly meme that celebrates the wonders and sometime hilarity of cats! Join us by posting a favorite LOL cat pic you may have come across, famous cat art or even share with us pics of your own beloved cat(s). It’s all for the love of cats! Enjoy!


Future Fluff | The Maelstrom: Hyperspace Travel in Gods of Terra

The discovery that often propels a species into the community of civilizations known as the Local Galaxy is the discovery of Kurtz-Dunar field technology, and through it, access to the turbulent levels of hyperspace known as the Maelstrom — and to the stars in a reasonable amount of time — with some risk.

More a state of being than a place per se, the Maelstrom exists in the higher dimensions of 11-dimensional space-time, and so is a common means of transport through those dimensions, bypassing Einsteinian space using artificial wormholes opened and kept open through the Kurtz-Dunar field generated by a starship and its protective screens.

The radiation pressure within these wormholes is intense, enough to buffet a starship in transit, called starfold translation, and it builds up a residue of hyperspace matter particles that can result in damage to the ship and crew if within the Maelstrom for too long. This is also affected by the size of the starship and so the power needed for its drive-field, with larger vessels needing stronger drive-fields and so building up more residual particles. A ship must exit the Maelstrom before the buildup of residue reaches a critical point, and allow the residue to dissipate in Einsteinian space-time before resuming translation.

Theoretically, higher states of hyperspace may be accessed, but this is a technological feat out of reach for the known civilizations, even for the Kai’Siri and the ancient Mokthraga. The Broogh Flow, partly for historical reasons and partly because of the practical limits imposed on the size of starships accessing the Maelstrom, does not use hyperspace travel, and instead relies on sublight plasma drives allowing travel at speeds roughly 10% that of light at most.

These suspected higher regions of hyperspace might be less dangerous than the Lower Maelstrom, and may impose fewer or different limitations on ships travelling through them. The Suthidruu are thought to be one such species with access to them, the Tathladi are another, both of which have use of the mind-boggling technology of the long dead Grand Civilization of the Nine.

Those same regions of hyperspace, useful though they may be, require access to energy sources beyond the current means of the Local Galaxy, and so remain out of reach — so far.

Maelstrom travel has narcotizing and hallucinogenic effects in most species, and so the drive must be controlled by automated systems while in translation as the crew is asleep, delirious, or unconscious. Forced wakefulness in the Maelstrom often results in temporary psychosis, and permanent psychosis or dementia resulting from neurological damage in long-term exposure.

The Mirus’ starship, the Emulael Enza, is navigated by his hypershard when in translation, his mind locked in a dream-state that often allows sensory access to the higher dimensions of space-time and powerful insights not available to his waking state. It is often a time of nightmares, sometimes resulting in screaming fits as he suddenly wakes when translation is complete.

This is a powerful means of travel, despite the limitations on the size of a ship and the safety of the crew, and it is the key to the stars. With it, a civilization can make its mark on the universe, or bring about its early demise courtesy of rival civilizations it may encounter. It’s up to them.

Future Fluff | Festerlings: Servitors of the Suthidruu

Festerlings are humans, or the descendants of humans, who have been genetically tainted by DNA analogs of Suthidruu genetic material. This means that they do NOT have mixed human/Suthidruu DNA (that would be silly, and biologically unfeasible), but those genetic sequences found in Terran DNA that result in some of the same characteristics as their creators and masters. Suthidruu genetic material uses a different molecule than Terran life, and so is incompatible.

The one set of traits all festerlings have is the inborn Suthidruu tendency for fanaticism, all sharing the same devotion to the Suthidruu theology, and to the Suthidruu themselves. This means that all festerlings work to achieve the goal of the total extinction of all life in the salvation of its souls for paradise. The same factor results in their reluctance to simply send themselves to paradise and be done with it: They are not worthy, until their masters tell them otherwise. Festerlings never commit suicide except to avoid capture, and only upon command from a Suthidruu. Murder, though is a different story, as like their masters, their killing is motivated by love and compassion, not hatred or anger.

This is like some instances during the various Inquisitions of the Medieval church on Terra, when victims were tortured and executed, usually by burning at the stake, out of love and concern for the well-being of their souls. In other instances, accused heretics were simply tortured and eliminated as spiritual damage-control, to serve as an example for those contemplating heresy.

Festerlings also have more physical traits, such as tentacular limbs and appendages like those of their masters, but usually concealable in the case of those serving as spies among humans. Usually, though, spies are chosen from those who are completely human-looking, and those with malformations serve as menial labor and shock-troops in assaults on human colony worlds. As long as the human-looking festerlings avoid a medical examination or DNA scan, they are difficult to detect.

Festerlings have already infiltrated human worlds, and lead cults dedicated to the Suthidruu, who serve as proxies for their Gods, and all working for the total universal genocide they must carry out to bring on the Eschaton, and escape from this universe of pain and sorrow. Needless to say, they are a threat, and often a subtle one, so look for flash fiction featuring them on this blog and elsewhere.