I loved this story, thank you for sharing.
I think the people who sleep well at night are the ones that don’t care how anything works. Sometimes it’s ignorance, but often it’s just burnout, and worse sometimes it’s a complete lack of empathy for anything that isn’t themselves.
all those things can be turned into flour though, and subsequently turned into various breads.
Is it the embreadening that causes the issues?
(ok not lettuce, never heard of lettuce bread)
If the problem falls under the purview of one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse, the facists in charge are for it. If it doesn’t, the fascist are keeping it that way on purpose.
I hate to break this to you, but chemically, dilithium is just a highly complex steam.
I would go so far as to say the science happened in the wake of imperialism.
Marie Batel might have a word or two to contribute.
Can we talk about that absolute unit of a human silhouette? It has hooves
We could be living in the ruins of a greek-built Mons Olympus theme park on Mars itself, but no, BECAUSE beans smelled weird.
It’ll make it through maybe 3 infinities before derailing. Go bottom, end it faster.
Someone else in the thread just broke the bad news, they’re already there:
microplastics might explain that epic rant about lobster.
Had to get x rays the other week and this is all I could think of.
His name is right there at the bottom of the pic: Spongy Bone
I’d argue centaur world is its own tree of life until proof exists that earth life and centaur world life had a common ancestor.
Oh, vibe physics tends to sort itself out over time.
it’s all relative.
sado-mathochist
Racoon sex attic house.
piss and nicotine soaked walls that, after a hot shower, would be running sticky yellow.
The back wall of the house was slowly separating from the rest of the house. There was a 1cm gap where the wall met the ceiling in the back room.
The back yard was rocks and 4ft tall weeds. I cut them all down with a combo of machete and weed Wacker day one and a year later that pile of weeds had yet to decompose. It was just a huge wet pile of slime that refused to rot away.
Neighbors had about 7 webcams pointing out of their front window at whoever walked past the house. They had bible phrases painted on the fence and front of the house as well. I walked over to say hi a few days after moving in an no one ever answered the door. In three years, I saw an occupant of that house ONCE, which was a teenager that knocked on my door at 3am to ask me if I had a lighter. I watched him walk back to that house after I said no.
I suppose if he’s magic he doesn’t need to solve anything.