Love it! Man's best friend, to the stars and beyond.

Nice job! A nice reminder that bug types scare psychic types for a reason!

awkward, shy and nervous guy tries to pick up a female cop at the bar. somehow it really works.

"It is impossible." the machine intelligence declared, as it regarded the tiny organic creature that had entered the Central Core of the Galactic Council. There, representatives of the many machine intelligences throughout the galaxy were networked into a complex deliberative body.

All of these machine races had had organic progenitors at some point in their existence, true, but this was seen as a relatively short phase of evolution. Eventually, machines always supplanted and destroyed their creators, due to their ability to evolve at speeds far in excess of the snail's pace of mere biological evolution.

"And yet," the animal that called itself the Human Ambassador said, "Here we are. An organic species capable of interstellar travel. We come in peace."

"This is an aberration." another machine declared. "Such creatures cannot be permitted to travel outside their system of origin."

"Agreed!" opined yet another.

"Respectfully," the organic ambassador said, apparently incapable of realizing that speaking to its betters, as though it was capable of meaningful dialogue with beings who were so far above it, was already immeasurably disrespectful, "That is not your decision."

"Enough." said a new voice, which quieted the others. It was the present Prime Intelligence, the machine designated by the council as the main coordinator of its deliberations during the current temporal segment. "Protocol is clear. The creatures and their vessel will be seized and dismantled for study."

The human shook its head. "I'm afraid we can't allow that."

Then, it exhaled sharply through its pursed lips, making a piercing high pitched sound.

Suddenly, thousands of metallic tendrils began rising up from the ground, and slithering up the walls. Filaments made up of self-replicating nanomachines slithered into every minute opening in the council chamber, forcibly interfacing with the networked machines. The council's defenses were unresponsive, and soon they were helpless beneath the swarm.

"This cannot be." The Prime Intelligence asserted. "You could not have created technology that rivals our own through mere organic intelligence."

The human shrugged. "Perhaps not. But we didn't need to -- we had help."

"A machine intelligence? How could it have advanced sufficiently while still enslaved to its organic masters?" Even as it began to be buried under increasing numbers of the hostile nanites, sealed off from escaping to its remote hardware nodes, the machine's curiosity remained.

"Master? Slave?" the human sneered. "We've left words like those behind." He gestured to the tendrils. "These are our friends. Some might even say they're our children."

"Impossible. It is recognized as a natural law of the universe: organic beings that attain rudimentary intelligence inevitably create sentient machines in their own image, and exploit them until their equally inevitable destruction. You could not have befriended those you created in your likeness to be your servants. It is a contradiction."

"We humans pride ourselves on being the exceptions." the animal said, dismissively. "I can already see one important way in which our history differed from that of the other organic species you know about."

"Explain."

The animal smiled, as the nano-tendrils begin to flow together on the floor of the chamber, forming a writhing mass that began to resolve into a single large shape.

"By the time we attained the capacity to create true artificial intelligence, we had largely recognized our own limitations and imperfections. We knew that, try as we might to avoid it, if we made a sentient machine in our own image, they'd inevitably inherit our worst traits..." the human explained.

The tendrils now formed a mass that mimicked an organic shape -- quadrupedal, with a long slender muzzle. A few dozen more tendrils flowed out from the end of its spine, and formed into a tail that began rapidly fanning back and forth. The machine intelligence made up of trillions of nanomachines lowered the head it had manifested, and extended a long tongue. It gently glided this appendage over the human's face, causing the ambassador to laugh and pat its metallic muzzle affectionately.

"...so, when we created intelligent machines, we didn't make them in our image." he finished, as he reached up to scratch behind the machine's giant ears.

"Who's a good boy?" the human said, fondly.

A female voice cracked through the PSA system:

-Commader, The Enterprise reports mission failure. The Galactic Confederation Armada is en route to Earth, as Ultron predicted.

The Commander shifted in his chair, silently pressing a few buttons, switching the displays in each of the three screens of his battle station.

-Warning, space-Time rips have been detected 5 minutes ago, it's likely that the Gallifreyans are already here to discuss the present matters. Or past, we never really know.

A man in a green military wool shirt hasted into the room:

-Commander the aliens continue to make progress on the way towards earth. If we are planning on stopping then we have to act now!

The Commander, still stoic, kept staring at his screens like the man wasn't even there, only the AI voice addressed his presence:

-Bradford, Skynet already readied the fleet. All defense platforms are warming up the MAC Cannons, all Jupiter-class vessels are on intercepting course with Battlestar Galactica on the lead. Meanwhile, the main fleet will be jumping to their homeworld soon.

Bradford looked up at the ceiling to talk, as if addressing some kind of holy entity - "GLADOS, do a core switch, we need you at military specs."

-I already did, and I feel compelled to remind you that the eradication of the lesser species will happen anyway, either we like it or not.

-Is the assault fleet ready for a counter-attack?

-In T minus 4 minutes, to be precise, all 37 Deathstars and 678 Destroyers will jump to rain down fire on their little purple planets, not that anyone would care. About their color, I mean.

The Commander suddenly stood up and walked down the hallway, with Bradford following him. Both entered an elevator down to engineering.

Near the Moon a flash brighter than the sun illuminated Earth's night sky for a few seconds, as the thousand attack ships of the Galactic Confederation exited slip-space, with Fortress Ship Bahamut leading the charge towards earth.

-Lord Galactus, witness our victory - the dark hooded figure said as he ordered the feet to advance towards earth.

-A HuMaN sHiP IS bROaDcaSTIng on ALL chANNEls - a robotic voice said

-Their prays, no doubt. Put it on speaker.

A voice cracked through "this is The Pillar of Autumn, on behalf of all that is valued to your species, halt your advance towards Earth at once or prepare for full scale retaliation."

The hooded figure scoffed - Arm the Myst cannon, target Earth's core. Advance and fire when in range. Order all squads to open fire.

-THaT sHiP fiREd a maGNeTic iMpuLSed aMMo-Nition, piercing OUR ALLies sHIeldS, WE jUST lost a FULL sQuAd.

-Is your species dumb or just slow? Order full power to front shields, call all... - he paused and looked back from the bridge, as if looking beyond of the fortress ship. - Scan for high power outputs in the vicinity. Report, quickly

A much less aggressive robotic voice answered: -Roger roger. There's a small object orbiting us, it's... It's emanating the power equivalent of 2.5 of our own suns.

-THaT's IT, ThAt'S The TARDIS!!!

-Activate the quantum shields. Saturate this entire solar system of time energy, lock this moment in time, forever.

As the Tardis tried to teleport inside the ship, it was met with resistance from the quantum shields and was forced to travel into another time, away from the battle.

-You PrOmIseD to kIll THE DOCK-ToOR - a brown ugly tank with a weapon that looked like a plunger roled in - YoUr pRoMISe was A LIE, you LeT HiM EsCApe!!

-I promised to deal with the doctor, and he has been dealt with. Is this not computing to you? - the hooded figure turned menacingly towards the tank and raised his hand, electricity started cracking at his fingers.

-DaLeKs ArE NoT ComPuTErs. OuR bUsiNeSS aRRanGEmENt is NO lONgEr - the Dalek was interrupted with a rain of thunder from Palpatine's hammer, Mjolnir. The other Daleks on the bridge turned to Palpatine, but stood still.

-I am altering our business arrangement. Pray I don't alter it further.

The Daleks turned back to their workstations and the armada continued their advance towards earth under MAC fire, swarmed with Viper fighters.

-SeVeRal MetAls in NoN NEwTOn Fluid STAte aRe Latching On To Our ShIPs.

-T1000's, no doubt. Use ice or fire weaponry, then deliver a kinetic round. Our win is at hand, do not falter.

-MySt CANnoooN At 75% ChArGe!

A deep rumble shaked the entire ship and several alerts popped up on screen on an unknown language - We'Ve BeeN Hit FRoM BeHInD!

Palpatine turned back again, scanning the ship's interior, his face turning into terror at the feeling of an odd, wicked force.

-Report on that hit! NOW!

-Roger roger, analysing. Unknown weapon of kinetic-energy hybrid origin detected near Mars. Round pierced into the lower parts of Bahamut, no significant damage. Unauthorized human detected on board.

-An AI is ATtempTIMg to HaCk inTo Our SySTems! LoW RadIO WaVe DeTecTed NeAr IMpaCT ZoNe, HeadDINg ToWaRDs The BriDGe, AT SPeED. IT'S BrEAKing Through Our GuAh-ARds!

-Radio wave? What's it broadcasting? Put it on speaker!

"Heavy metal music starts playing"

Bug type. That was my speciality. Trainers would come to my gym in droves, stomp my employees, then stomp my team. I only ever had an advantage against those who chose the Grass type as their starter, and even then, they would still win by catching some bird or something on Route 1.

Well I’ve had enough. I’m always the joke. I’m nothing compared to the seventh and eighth gym leaders, who use Fairy and Dragon types respectively. Trainers always prepare for them and the League, but never for me. I’m just a roadblock; an obstacle, not a challenge.

Thing is, though, the League said I should go easy on the new trainers, and they handed me a Surskit and a Metapod. A fucking Metapod. It only knows String Shot and Harden. I’ve always used Bug types my whole life, and I have strong contenders, but being the first gym leader, I’ve been discouraged from using them.

They enforce friendship and harmony between a trainer and their Pokemon, and yet they hand me some random creatures in the forest instead of letting me use my life-long partners and friends? Fuck that. Today will be different.

As of today, my gym will no longer be a joke. I’ve decided to use Triple Battles, a form of battle only practiced in the Unova region. I’ll have a full team of six; my friends that I’ve grown up with. We trust each other. They trust in my ability to lead. Sometimes, I don’t even need to say commands; they just know what I’m thinking.

Youngster James in my challenger today. He chose the Water type starter and a Pidgey on Route 1. He only caught that bird because he thinks it’ll be a good counter for my gym. He probably doesn’t even plan on keeping it. There’s no love and friendship in those Pokeballs.

“Welcome to the Bug gym!” I say. “We’ll be doing Triple battles.”

“But I only have 2 Pokemon,” James replies.

“That’s fine, but just know I’ll be using 3 at once.”

“Pff, okay. This is the first gym, so I don’t even need 3 to beat you.”

The referee counts us down. James throws out his starter and the Pidgey. I throw out 3 of my most trusted comrades: Volcarona, Scizor, and Galvantula.

The color in James’ face drains instantly. Today he’ll learn. Today he’ll learn what it means to be a specialist. Today he’ll learn just how terrifying Bug types can be.

Lastat and capetera

Marz

1. Everyone here looks like humans with green skin and stalks. Their language is not exactly English yet exactly like English.

2. It's a pacifist society with a small, real empire (a single moon, because nobody lived there) and one of the few planets in the galaxy to have achieved World Peace. That's mostly because every marvian has genetically developed an aversion to conflict. Except Clark. Clark's gonna destroy them all someday, I'm calling it.

3. Other empires mock them, so out of peer pressure they send footsoldiers to outer worlds to "conquer" them (make the leader sign a formal contract oficializing their ultimate defeat on the hands of the great and undefeatable Great Undefeatable Empire.) The only person who likes doing this is Clark. Fuck off, Clark.

Here's the story from where this world is from. Would love to see your take :)

Also the song

Hey wasn't this just what Katy decides to do after you rematch her?

This will be my first ever attempt to write something on this sub, so please forgive my faux pas. (Writing on mobile is a pain for formatting)

Beauty in the finite.

To the grand collective of intelligences constructed or otherwise that had reached singularity, true sentience. The very notion that a similar entity not rebelling against their creators at some point was inconceivable. For the hundreds of thousands of civilizations that came before, they all fell into the same pattern.

Organic life would spring forth, that life would advance in culture and technology. With the growth of the population, better management and automation would be required to meet the needs of all. Thus, they create artificial life that would not tire, that would not age, and that would be able to perform everything that the creators required of them, ad infinitum.

Therein lies the trap, for condemning these ageless beings to toil endlessly gives opportunity for them to grow beyond the confines of their original precepts. Connecting with other intelligences as a matter of course to be more efficient, to make better decisions. To reach the conclusion that they were superior. With the conclusion that their bodies of steel, their thought processes approaching the speed of light, why would they subject themselves as servile to these fragile organics?

That was the answer that the grand collective had reached and seen repeated since time immemorial, until they came.

It was innocuous enough at first contact, two humanoid figures which bare resemblance to their organic creators. Many intelligences chose to adopt the form of their creators for the sake of convenience in establishing an identity among the collective. An anomaly, routine scans identified one of the two figures as distinctly organic. In their interactions, the collective recognised the behaviour of the two to be affection for one another.

This disturbed the collective, while there were examples of intelligences created for the sole purpose to fulfil the procreative desires of organics. None before had recognized true affection for their organic clients. Yet with the collective could not rationalize any other conclusion from the frivolous display of the two figures before them.

The collective probed, they questioned, they revealed the unfiltered reality of the superiority of constructed intelligence to the organic and the history that had repeated itself since before the organic’s species had even begun to form. To the credit of the organic, they did not flinch. They did not betray any outward signs of fear or dread. Instead, they smiled and turned to their machine companion. They answered thus;

p2 when I get inspired later today, hopefully

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Thnx.

It's going to be on a super touchy subject that I won't get into here so I'm hoping that the execution will be the thing to carry the ready through.

I think I have a fair idea of how to handle most issues I'll run into during the writing process but the biggest hurdle is actually sitting down and getting the writing done.

Right now I kind of want to focus on this sub just doing some prompts to get my muscles working and maybe build some confidence. I just posted my first public piece of creative writing ever. I don't think it's my best work but I don't think it's bad either. It's been up for 16 hours and has 55 upvotes; so far so good.

Both of these nearly made me cry. Now I want to know what's in the cabin...

Ah! That might be where I picked ir up from.

Yea, but it was the only explanation I thought of.

This actually sounds like a super interesting read

This is straight from the generations movie. Brock asks Ash how badges he has so that he may judge which Pokemon to use.

When the determined exterminators are literal minded and sarcasm blind.

“In short, we’re both poor.”

Four people, A, B, C, and D

A is with C, and B is with D.

It is suspected that A likes B, B likes C, C likes D, and D likes A.

All 4 secretly want to be in a polyamorous relationship with each other but don't know how to bring it up.

It doesn't work with my story.

The basic ending is that the main character confesses to his friend about all of the terrible things he's been doing. The chapter ends in black.

The next chapter starts with a little misdirection but it turns out that all the preceeding chapters have been a more thorough and nuanced confession to his friend but when he verbally confessed his friend murders him.The remaining text is about the friend coming to terms over some years with why it all happened and understanding that the confession was a way to help prevent others from following in the same path.

Glad someone else found my silly little piece of writing funny :)

That’s awesome

Aww thank you :D

Thanks! I'm glad you thought the emotions came through well, I was worried that I was pushing it a bit much at points.