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I am Priest Acolyte Ephel***rhaa***d. I stand before the Holiest of the 268 billionth Squorium, bowing low, sensor limbs averted, speech limbs silent, manipulatory limbs still.

I’ve been honored to receive the Holiest’s blessing to conduct the consecration ceremony for a newly discovered species in the Western spiral arm of a recently surveyed galaxy. They are suffering, this new species, like all life in this universe of terrible and horrific evil. We must rescue them from their suffering.

Once I receive sacrament, I rise and ask permission to speak. It is granted. “O, Holiest,” I say, in my species’ characteristic speech of sound and olfactory cues, “The species we are to meet knows not of us. Our technology would surely overwhelm them, but they will be bemused and frightened for as they seem strange to us, so must we to them. Is there not a way to deliver them from evil without their knowing?”

“Young Priest Acolyte,” The Holiest begins, “Our race has for billions of cycles scoured the universe for species to succor with the mercy of our gods. They know it not, but by their very existence they cry out for salvation, for deliverance from evil and suffering. Fear not for their own fear, for better things are in store for them when our job is done. Now, go in peace, and in love, for all life. Prepare yourself. Even now, our ships emerge from the Maelstrom. We must do our holy duty in this star system, and to do our duty effectively, they must know of us. Now go.”

I bow once more and hurry to my post, eager to do the work of the gods as commanded in our scripture all these eons of wandering the universe. To love all life as though our own. And we shall. My hearts swell with joy as we approach the new world. They’ve barely discovered space travel. More of our ships emerge from the Maelstrom, moving into position for the consecration of this wonderful new species. Just look at them down below, I muse as I see them looking skyward at our ships in orbit, such amazing, beautiful beings. All is ready. I stand at the altar as the communication channels are opened to the people below. This world is suffering, in the terrible pain of a universe gone wrong. The choir music begins, the lights brighten, and I clear my throats as I steel myself to conduct the Rite.

The Last Rite. The ships’ weapons systems awaken to consecrate the planet below.

My people can free them from misery, rescue them from terrible pain. We can help where before there was no help, we shall send them to the land of our gods. We shall send them to paradise.

One orbital cannon blast at a time.


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Welp, here it is, the image I had to do over again from February, but I suppose that I may well have had pointed ears (without the arched eyebrows!) when I decided to start from scratch and redo the tile positioning. I named it after a line from a certain narcissistic space captain in an episode of Futurama, as in “Feel that, it’s real velour!”

It’s done. Finis. Over with…and uploaded to my deviantART page as complete raw file for free at 18000×10800 pixels. I’d reconsidered not submitting it as a print and decided in the wee hours of the previous morning to do it anyway so it’s available for that, too.

So there it is, for full-sized raw file (at a hefty 49.1 MB in file space) measuring 5×3 ft printed as-is, to prints in a range of sizes. It’s perhaps the most insanely detailed, and insane-looking image I’ve done yet, but it’s good to have gotten it done so that I could take off the ears and give them back to the elf I nicked them from.

Talotaa frang.

Click image to go to the deviantART upload’s page.

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.


I’m prone to not posting on certain ‘hot’ topics for not wanting to add to the general noise level of Internet discourse, but it’s been pointed out that while noise level can be bad, signal strength counts and ought to be strengthened further. It’s one of my little irrationalities. I’m posting this now because of a book I’d been given just this last weekend:

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Leonard Nimoy passed away on February 27 of this year, and an enormous loss that was as celebrity deaths go. Spock was for many years and still is my favorite Star Trek character, and Nimoy played him with such a wicked deadpan sense of humor, bringing life to the role of an alien with a distinctly human side.

But Spock was not the only role I remember him for. There was the time he did the gravelly, badass voice of Galvatron in the 1986 animated Transformers Movie, his hosting of the television show In Search Of, his appearances in the Simpsons, and his role in the 1970s remake of Invasion of the Body Snatchers.

Those stand out to me the most.

He put his heart into whatever role he played, and in so many instances showed what it meant to be human, with or without logic or the pointed ears.

Leonard, thank you. I salute you, as an inspiration to people past, present and future. You shall not be forgotten, at least not by my Troythuluness, and perhaps not until the universe goes cold and dark in the Big Freeze, collapses in the Big Crunch, or tears itself to shreds in the Big Rip…

…Or maybe not until it’s hungrily devoured by Lovecraftian Things from Outside™.

You’ve lived long and prospered. I can only hope to do as well. Peace out.

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