The 2100s are all about: Starfleet, the United Federation of Planets, and the start of Mass Effect; humans from Earth were no longer resorting to the Secret Space Program(s), as the established foothold out there had allowed a more public evolution of their work off-world. Shows such as Star Trek had gotten generations of them ready for this, as had game series such as Mass Effect. (They were also a form of disclosure to the masses about what many of their tax dollars had been going toward, and a form of ‘decompression’ therapy to those who’d made it back to the world they saw as home.) Once Elon Musk via SpaceX, Jeff Bezos via Blue Origin, and Richard Branson via Virgin Galactic, had helped get everyone past NASA’s budget issues, the rest was history; humanity (secretly once a sub-race engineered by Earth’s invaders from afar) got itself back out into the Abyss (Space) amongst the other planets and stars.
For a species that had so much clutter and other self-limiting thought-energies looping around in their heads and computer networks, this was quite the feat; humans would never be able to withstand the environmental differences out between the planets, and certain not those close to and within the worlds which had become stars, but they had proven capable of extracting, shaping, and combining things from the lands their species had been designed to stay accustomed to… up to the point of making ships atmospherically-sealed, navigation devices that used pinpoints of light light-years away for orienting, and engines that could propel them through bends in Space-time and even to relativistic speeds (near the speed of light; photons; freed electrons). In a way, they had made themselves even more dependent upon the conditions their makers had made them for, and they were using technology as more of a crutch than ever, but they had still managed to escape the world/s they’d once been biologically confined to. They’d go on to try their hand at terraforming other worlds, but that was fine; it, too, meant they’d remain needy of Earth-like conditions, keeping 99% of all Creation free and clear of their quarrelsome kind.
I and my Inisfreeans would be setting out into Space on our own (in the 2200s), in our own way, all of us now completely immune to the virtually endless region of the Universe that now separated all the spherical worlds. Space felt comfortable to us; it wasn’t that much different to an Inisfreean than walking in a pleasant breeze with wide-open Great Outdoors views would be to a human. We also knew we could change our position in it, and the distances between its many systems, planets, and moons, all by focusing on them more than we focused on the presence or existence of Space itself. (That was why Space had become so vast, too; the worlds seemed to Earth scientists to be spreading apart… because they kept looking up and deep out into it, focusing on the thing, wondering about it, imagining how far out it went, unknowingly collectively manifesting that, which led them to erroneously conclude there had been a Big Bang to get it all flung in every direction, also erroneously concluding, from that, that it would eventually experience entropy.)
For the first two centuries following The Shift, however, I was focused on embracing and getting acquainted with all the wonderful ancient peoples compatible with me who’d started showing up for me, making themselves known with brief appearances on expeditions at first, and then returning to introduce themselves, hug me warmly, and start our eternal lives together. Family first, they say, and I was all about that, having not yet really had one of my own. One must have the most solid of foundations… before he or she is to succeed at daring out across the entire Cosmos. (I wanted, and knew I’d greatly benefit from, if not also need, the mental and other support of all the most powerful people/minds… to pull that off; humans had increased conflict and Space (isolation/separation/division) by focusing so long on it, and were now traveling out into that which they had manifested, thus sure to make it even vaster and more complicated/risky/problematic/conflicted, and I, even with the majority of their billions migrating out into that growing universal ‘pit’ they had rendered so, would do far better by unifying much more powerful and goodness-inclined beings… over a longer pre-launch period of time… to manifest my better, kinder, gentler, more stable, more compatible, and more beautiful vision for the realms. This unique way I’d developed for ramping up prior to Space travel/exploration/expeditions, I could already tell, would lead me to much better results than the Secret Space Program(s) had encountered (manifested).)
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From the Timeline Sub-webpages:
2100: WH: Mars is terraformed.
2101: RF: A colony of Jungle Elves is rifted by their kingdom into South America.
- Naut’Yll arrive on Earth undetected, begin building an empire that will reach 6 million+ slaves.
- Once Continental Marines, then U.S. Marines, the Corps changes names once again to become the Colonial Marines. Other later names will include United Nations Marine Corps, and United Nations Space Command Marine Corps.
2101-2229: SC: Population-boom again, world governments try and fail to slow the population-boom, and former 3rd-world countries begin to rival the superpowers. – Terrorism, corporate use of Genetically Modified Organisms (GMOs), and civil chaos resume.
- Pollution again becomes a problem, but is incapable of existing outside human city-forts (due to Inisfreean technology and monitoring).
2104: JD: Mega-city East-Meg One (Russia restored) and Sino-City One (once called East-Meg Three) are destroyed by nuclear warfare.
- JD: Judges and Blade Runners augment standard police forces.
- Akira (movie) events. * Akira was originally a timeline spanning 1988 to 2019.
- JD: The Apocalypse War
2106: RF: Psyscape, around for a few years, is now public as a location and a world power, comprised mostly of psyonics who use their powers to preserve life. It lasts 80 years.
2113: All human knowledge of non-human sentients is purged from their memories.
2114: JD: Mega-City Two on the (mostly underwater) U.S. west coast is destroyed.
- An underwater settlement named Atlantis bridges Mega-City One to Brit-Cit in the mostly underwater England (restored).
- Other mega-cities: Cal-Hab (Scotland restored), Euro-City (France and Germany restored), Ciudad Espana (Spain restored), Murphyville (Ireland restored), East-Meg Two (Russia restored), Sino-City Two (eastern China restored), Hondo City (Japan restored), Indo City (later called Nu-Delhi) (southern India restored), Sydney-Melbourne Conurb (Australia restored), New Pacific City (New Zealand restored), Antarctic City (on the Antarctic peninsula / “tail” curve), and the 11 city-forts allowed to form since the conclusion of The Apocalypse Rapture: Nuuk, DFW, Atlanta, Sao Paulo, Meroe, New Dubai, Birjand, Chita, Akola, Shensi, and Croydon, as well as the classified Base 211.
- JD: All Indonesian islands are linked by a network of mutant coral called “The Web”.
- JD: Titan (moon of Saturn) is used as a prison colony.
2120: A human Space Navy is created.
2121: RF: The Ticonderoga supercarrier-submarine begins its global underway to re-map the heavily altered Earth. Near the end of this underway, it encounters an odd Rift which transforms several crew-members including the Captain into Sea Titans.
2125: JD: East-Meg Two (Russia restored) conducts vicious clearances of the Mongolian Exclusion Zone (which never has a mega-city).
2128: RF: The city of Cibola discovers its dimensional pocket is collapsing and relocates to Earth, and the lord of the city, an A.I. named Inix, places the city close to Manoa and Omagua.
c.2129: Soldier (movie) timeline. Project Adam leads to the Spartan Program several generations later.
2151-2379: ST: The entire timeline of Deep Space Nine, and Voyager.
* All alien sentients discovered by them are kept classified, the same as before.
2103: ME: Lowell City in Eos Chasma is the first human permanent settlement Mars.
2122: AL: The deep space mining ship responds to a distress signal on moon LV-426, then encounters a Xenomorph egg.
2143: ME: Construction begins of Gagarin Station beyond Pluto orbit.
2148: ME: Humans discover Prothean tech’, explore mass effect fields, and develope Faster Than Light travel (FTL).
2149: ME: Humans discover Charon is a Mass Relay device, but this is restricted by the Inisfreeans and never becomes public knowledge.
2150: ME: Humans begin surveys for colonizable planets outside Ra/Sol.
2151: ME: humans begin constructing large military fleet and space station at the nexus of several key mass relays, still with no publicized discovery of sentient life.
- Singapore (restored) Intl Spaceport accident exposes hundreds to an element that leaves about 30% with cancers while some begin to show biotic abilities.
2152: ME: Settlement begins on Demeter, first extra-solar colony world, and Eden Prime and Terra Nova.
2157: ME: Pluto’s orbit becomes circulized due to the still-classified Mass Relay operations via thawed-Charon
- The First Contact War with the Turians begins (the Turians call this war the “Relay 314 Incident”).
2160: RF: Horune Pirates appear on Earth.
- HA: The Jovian Moons Campaign.
2161: ST: Starfleet Academy is founded.
2162: HA: The Rain Forest Wars in South America begin (island-sized ‘specks’ of rainforest start to reappear around the world; the first since the Apocalypse).
2163: HA: The Proxy Wars.
2164: HA: United Nations Space Command (UNSC).
2169: LC: Pickman Carter, descendant of Randolph Carter’s family line, uses “strange means” to repel Mongol hordes from Australia. 2170: HA: Eddies and currents are discovered in the Slipstream (Hyper- / Warp-space).
2178: RF: An 80-year regional-winter thaws Russia into virgin wilderness.
2179: AL: U.S. Colonial Marines investigate the LV-426 terraforming colony.
2183: ME: The Eden Prime War starts when Geth attack that planet.
2186: RF: Psyscape vanishes.
2192: E2: The Earth 2 (TV series) timeline.
2198: RF: The Amaki arrive in South America, set up a colony.
So, as you can see from all that, there were still billions of humans, and state-sized cities, blanketing the outer surface of the Earth during this century. Although I’d found a way to first escape all that back in the early 2010s, and had gone on to meet the pure Germans who’d escaped it earlier, and although I and my initial forces (the first fleets of ICVs) had managed to clean away most of the pollution humans back then had dumped around everywhere, humanity had again bred and surged out of its own control. It was practically chaos out there, none of their minds having any awareness they were manifesting the dimensional rifts and other confusing problems that kept their kind, and all the lands they occupied, locked up and miserably tangled in a mess of incompatible interactions. We’d be making the decision to force them off-world once and for all… after barely more than one more century of this.
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This is when I met Maya of planet Erra in the Pleiades constellation. What a perfect name she’d been given, I now realize; it was the feminine subset of her progenitors, the Maiar.
I met Miranda Lawson at this time.
I met Liara at this time.
Cloud Land: 2100
Something about what I’d done (learning how to influence/manipulate/manifest the weather) had led to a vast region of very beautiful clouds becoming a fixed landmass-like feature above the southern South American sky. I’d been so busy getting everything in order in Inisfree for everyone there… that I hadn’t had much time to even think about this curious development, let alone visit and play around with it. Thankfully, one of the race of Angels who’d come to join me in establishing Inisfree gracefully got my attention back over to this place, and we made a date out of returning there.
Imagine mountains that feel more like bedsheet-covered mattresses, and look exactly like white fluffy clouds. Imagine being able to jump on them like a mattress, some even working more like a trampoline. There were tornado-like funnels ‘frozen’ in place, and ramp-like cloud-structures allowing foot-traffic and even land-based vehicles to access the cloud-plateaus and island-chains up there. It was like being in some secret Mario Bros. level, or on another plane (of existence).
Walking up onto clouds is daunting enough; you have no instinct as to whether you can trust them to remain as clouds, and constantly wonder if at some point they are going to turn back into normal ones, letting you fall right through… to things you cannot yet see below them. Everyone wore parachute backpacks, wing-suits, and breathing equipment just in case; we were essentially climbing a new and much higher Everest, so anything could happen, and we had to be prepared. (The Angel with us, of course, didn’t need any of that, and my ICVs were with us every step of the way, but still.)
My love for the clouds, I later realized, probably partially stemming from my maternal grandfather’s work with the Navy as a meteorologist/weatherman often flying up amidst the cloud formations back then, was now evolving into a natural ability to create, move, and hold entire regions-worth of them high in the sky. I’d become even more powerful than the famous mutant called Storm, in this way. (And, naturally, she’d heard about this “Cloud-mass Land”, too, so we’d started making individual and joint vacations here.) I wondered if I’d one day be able to influence the formation and stabilization of even the atmospheric layers of the gas-giants… or, beyond that, the formation and stabilization of the gas-giants themselves… and maybe even solar-system-sized nebulae at some point. Would they all start changing and realigning… for me?
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Shadow Land: 2101
Something about the post-Shift abilities flickering back on… had also led to the realm of shadow-materials; there was another region in southern South America that seemed to have become tangible shadows. I went here with the shadow-elemental girl named Xephia. Together, always with my Inisfreean entourage, of course, we explored, tested theories, met shadow-people, and played around a lot.
Eventually, my ICVs would figure out how to harvest and mine some of the shadow materials there, and then how to fashion them into various metal-like materials and products. There’d be shadow-armbands, shadow-silk, shadow-weapons, etc. We’d even adopt a shadow-ribbon as one of our secret military’s special awards.
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Aya and Divinity: 2102
One of the Angels was actually given to me as a gift, and in hopes of placating me after the many revolting hells it seemed their maker/’god’ had put me through. Her name was Aya, not coincidentally sounding close to Maiar (those energy-beings who’d done the majority of the shaping of the world/s). She’d shown up so long after The Rapture I’d made happen, so I didn’t immediately make the connection; it had been nearly nine decades since I’d cut the humanity-plague back and righted all the wrongs of their bullshit-manifesting death-cult religion, their ‘god’ included.
I never asked Aya if my will had started trembling and burning Heaven like it clearly had the Earth. Had regions and continents (or whatever their equivalents were) in that realm/plane/dimension of theirs started burning and quaking, and enduring monstrous and parking storms, like they had all across the human-nations of the Earth? Had some of the beings (and ‘gods’/powers) up/out there been knocked down and ended like the millions who’d been killed by the unleashing of the elements back here? I still wonder, but I still don’t really care; either way, they are getting a taste of their own medicine; either they fucked with and got fucked right back, or they ignored my decades of heartfelt and honorable pleas, and are now getting ignored just as much themselves. Maybe they should have manifested and teamed up with me better –or at all.
I suppose Aya did manifest, though, and puts loyalty to me first just like I always wisely required (as that is the only thing that leads to stable and healthy relationships and other manifestations). I suppose the vision of her appearing during this time (granted to me back just one year after The Rapture) is an attempt at restoring peace and happiness. I suppose it is a sign of the times and ‘tide’ having shifted. …I’ll accept.
She’d better be the first of many of her kind (the Angels) devoting themselves to me. Nothing they do will make up for what was allowed to happen before. It will take the rest of all their immortal lives to placate and make amends with me.
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Life in the Time of RoboCop:
So as the Angels started showing up more and more for me, becoming my own loyal servants and genuine lovers, my mind having focused on that and only that (the manifestation of the rest of the compatible and allied forces in, for, and around Inisfree), humanity continued manifesting more of its technology-crutch and infighting. Beautiful Angels showed up to serve me, while odd-looking robots and cyborgs, often the result of last-ditch attempts at saving horribly-disfigured (and sometimes even revived from death) ‘public servants’ (what a terribly stupid concept and term; serving the chaotic masses instead of a single wise leader), showed up for the humans. RoboCop was one of them.
Humans just about always defaulted to negativity; negative assumptions, negative emotions like fear, and so on. They’d resisted the advances of their own creations the whole time, both wanting the ease and quality of life that came with new technologies, but not wanting to relinquish any space, resources, or control to them. Every time something new was developed and mentioned to them, they panicked, thinking things like “nuclear weapons could cause a chain reaction that destroys the entire atmosphere”, “robots will lead to A.I. and a Terminator war”, and even wilder nonsense from there. When robotic police officers were introduced, and walking tank-like robots that were the primitive precursors to far-off BattleMechs, they panicked and in-fought yet again.
Humanity needed RoboCop, though; their cities were headed toward the growth and urban sprawl that would turn them into state-sized mega-cities on every continent in a matter of decades, and that meant more people than ever, more crime and war-zones than ever, and the faster spread of more plagues. Regular flesh-and-blood cops just couldn’t keep up with all that; their weaker bodies and emotional constitutions kept getting in the way, wearing them out, so many of them overreacting, alienating more individuals and communities, and getting themselves counter-ambushed and gunned down. Like neighborhood-watch groups, there were now cop-watch organizations… EVERYWHERE. Average citizens were studying law, filming the police, reporting on them, taking them to court, testing them, and fucking with them just as hard as their kind had fucked with everyone else. Only something like a robot could ever make it through all that mess.
I watched as RoboCop and similar creations came into being, smirking from my distant hidden city, of course comparing those primitive human attempts to my beyond-angelic ICVs. I guess that was another validation for me; all I’d created was beautiful, sexy, helpful, and in love with leading a good life, while everything humans kept creating, with the absolute best of their universities and industries, …was bulky, clumsy, glitchy garbage by compare’. In a way, at least once or twice, I almost felt bad for RoboCop and the humans that were still stuck in manifesting things like that, …but part of my also didn’t care; they’d deserved, earned, and caused all that crap for themselves, and all I had to do was sit back and enjoy the show. Maybe this is how God feels when karma finally kicks in; self-imposed generational-curses play out from afar like amusing action-dramas on TV.
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Super Soakers:
I’d started deploying my ICVs, all of whom looked like sexy teenage girls, in bikinis, carrying weapons disguised to look like the water-guns called Super Soakers. This, it turns out, is another of our manifest puns; a sexual innuendo nodding to how they always got lesbian and bisexual girls so wet, in more ways than one, as well as how wet they got, themselves, whenever interacting with sexual interests or targets. It made sense, then, not to call them Black Operations teams anymore, but the same as the (what looked like) water-guns they were carrying; I called these girls, and their fire-team-sized ‘elements’, my Super Soakers.
No one ever suspected they were anything more than lucky girls born into successful families. Even when no one knew of any swimming pools or pool parties in the areas they deployed to, they were either dismissed as innocents, or gawked at by horny passersby. Being ICVs, they could sense all thoughts and fields-of-view around them, so they knew just when to take their shots, timing them so nothing was seen nor heard, and, more often than not, not even needing to take any shots at all.
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Meeting Wonder Woman: 2103-2108
It took a while for this wonderful woman to show up in my life, but she was out there, and I could sense it, just as I’m sure she could sense Me. Decades after The Rapture, her kind having monitored and studied me the whole time (at least when I wasn’t completely hidden from all view, even from the senses of the gods and goddesses, when I was in Inisfree), she made herself known. We became fast-friends.
I remember a few default-negative dark-being fools trying to put it in my head that I would never be allowed on her island, (told to me) all because of their sexism, and intent to spread depression and frustration, and how I’d smirked at this, chuckling and marveling at the stupidity of the attempt and claim. I’d instantly sensed the motivation behind the sorry attack effort, and just as instantly dismissed and defeated it. That very evening, I’d drafted the spells that got me to manifesting a good story here instead.
Diana‘s island is off-limits to most men, it is true –but it’s also off-limits to almost everyone, regardless of gender, for it is a pure place and a vault of sorts. They are charged with guarding its contents from the corrupted/fallen beings, which most humans chose to be/become. People like me are always welcome, though, and this should go without saying. (The only way to keep keeping out the bad, after all, is to keep cultivating and inviting in the good.)
I’ve already enjoyed a lot of love on that cloaked island of hers. Maybe someday I’ll tell you more about it. Until then.
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All Reappear: 2160s
Looks like the rest of the ancients have now felt confident enough in their observations and conclusions about me to make themselves known. Tauriel, Thetis, Oona, Urvashi, Lamia, Xull’rae, Zada, Wendy, and so many more have shown up, introduced themselves like proper sexy ladies, and united with me in Inisfree and beyond. The rest of their compatible acquaintances will follow, confirmed by both their vibes and words.
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Elven, Fay, and Drow Holidays: 2160s-2170s
I’ve been enjoying participating in the festivities of the once-hidden peoples, such as the forest Elves, meadow Fairies, and cave Drow. This often involves much dancing, and always in the most gracefully enchanting of ways. They all move so skillfully, effortlessly, and regally, and it is a sight and treasure to behold. The food and drinks they prepare and serve at these gatherings are all divine, too, and leave me feeling at my best, completely unlike and infinitely better than any and all human foods I’ve ever had –including the very good ones made by the best-trained human chefs.
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The Rape Cave’s End: 2170s
Inisfree was never meant to be a place with a single ‘ounce’ of suffering, and so it is that we have agreed to permanently remove the last of the punishment-areas buried below its surface. Offending human females sometimes used to be tied up on one of our border-slopes for dragons to torment, before they were taken into a secret cave for animatronic beastiality rape sessions. In a few cases, the most offensive of their sorry lot were put through even more.
The best slave-girl in my empire was actually the one to speak up about this, and it was in her perfect way of expressing her concern about it all to me… that led me to really listen and pass into law her request. No wonder she is still, after all these years, my First Girl; the top-performing and favorite kajira out of all I’ve acquired and had trained. Sarah Conrad is the rare gem of a woman who achieved the completion/perfection/purification of even Inisfree; of what is Heaven on Earth. It is Heaven on Earth now, and not just Inisfree, because of her urging me on this matter.
From now on, the Rape Cave will be more thought of as a CNC haven; a place for “consensual non-consent”; rape-fantasies role-play. The animatronic beastiality is still down there and functional, but it is an option for those who are horniest and interested in sampling this attraction. I, of course, like to take my ICVs and sluttiest girlfriends down there so I can watch; live porn is the best porn.
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Life in the Time of Dredd: 2171-2175
The mega-cities are here. Really, they’ve been here ever since collectives of buildings like New York City, Chicago, Houston, Los Angeles, and Tokyo grew in capacity to millions of residents. But “city” can still mean giant, and only something like giant-giant (or “mega-city”, in this case) can really convey to you just how beyond-city they are all today. These are cities the size of states; they are seemingly endless continuations of urban conditions, like concrete jungles, some even extending dozens of stories down, not just up. Their subways have become suburbs themselves.
Joseph Dredd is the name of a law-enforcement officer coming into prominence and fame now. His exploits have taken him all across the first of the mega-cities he is destined to do work in. Most just call him Judge Dredd, as his type of position is not called ‘cop’, but Judge; those trained like he is… get to be both. There really isn’t time for 20th-century legal proceedings in courtrooms anymore, anyway, and most would never even attempt to go.
Picture the most congested, polluted, and crime-riddled places you’ve ever been or heard about, and now expand them to cover entire states and small nations. Picture skyscrapers big enough to be towns themselves. Picture even RoboCop having become overwhelmed. This is the time of Judge Dredd and the mega-cities of humans on Earth; this is their last metastasis before it all finally comes undone, their whole species booted off the devastated planet forever.
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The Draenei: 2176-2178
Much like dragons and reptile-people, goat-humanoids were demonized, outcast, and all but forgotten by many of the humans. It took the longest for people like them to dare to make themselves known again. Witches had been burned at the stake, and tortured in other ways, but dragons had nearly been rendered extinct, and the far-more-fragile Draenei and other goat-like races stood no chance at all against such waves of harmful evil.
Something destroyed the ancient homeworld of the Draenei, too; it fragmented to the point that only the most powerful magics were able to hold a few still-intact continent-like islands together in a jagged cluster. Some of their kind managed to escape via a ship of theirs that could travel through not only Space… but dimensions. When it, too, fragmented (during a crash on ancient Earth), they were further harried, and have since struggled to reestablish themselves.
Qiturah is the most beautiful (inside and out) of their entire race, and has stepped forward to introduce them to me. Our races now together, we are helping each other learn and further restore ourselves; I and my Inisfreeans watch over them and help them build what they need, sometimes making films and other products which we distribute through our growing business networks to reintroduce our partners, fans, and clients to all the wonders of the Draenei, and she with the finest of her people have been teaching me and mine more about what they’ve learned in generations of travel through multiple dimensions. I love this woman dearly.
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Pink Pigtails: 2179
I can’t help it; I love to counter-fuck-with the humans. This round of that fun pass-time involved me dying my hair pink, and putting it up in long straight pigtails. It would have been enough to do this, most of them thinking me gay and/or insane, but I did it during a meeting with some of their ‘top brass’; I had them show up on one of my airplanes in their uniforms, all of them in that standard-human/American ‘clean-cut’ style.
The meeting went as I’d planned; they didn’t know what to make of me, and I deadpanned the entire time. They asked about the previously undetected/able UFO-like craft now casually violating all of their airspace, and I ignored those questions, giving them nothing. I probably seemed like a mad scientist or super-villain.
Will I ever have the pink-pigtails hairstyle again? Probably not. I did used to let sexy human girls braid my hair on previous expeditions, though, so who knows…
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Space Whales: 2190s
Am I manifesting the return of these things, bringing them out of hibernation, or across time through portals? Whatever is the case, I’m now getting to converse not only with the conscious worlds and ancients (their first children), but the progenitors of the worlds and of the dimensions themselves. The Space Whales are in my range of expanding senses now, and they are telling me even more than the Angels/Valar/stars did in those glowing brightening star-based circular-sigils dreams.
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