planet-Cadia

features-
-Some old ass pillars that may or may not be responsible for holding a gate to hell closed

-trillions of humans that live in slum-like factories whose only purpose is to serve the god emperor of mankind

-demons regularly land on the planet

song-as the world caves in

Because ya wrote sumn intriguing

Dude why y'all want more? It ain't that good

Wow. That was quite dark. Well done.

Planet found. Checking registry... Registry check successful.Registered planet name: Exolsus-27BRegistrar name: UnknownRegistry date: ERROR! Data corrupted. Please inform your local administrator for repairs.

Galactic coordinates: ERROR! Satellite offline. Attempt to reconnect? N

Approach vector confirmed. Beginning descent.

WARNING! Temperatures below 170 K detected. To ensure safety, please remain inside the ship.

Scanning atmosphere... Analysis complete. Atmosphere is composed of 16% nitrogen, 31% hydrogen, 12% helium, 40% carbon dioxide.

WARNING! Low fuel. Please attempt to land in a safe area. Contact your local administrator to establish a Mobile Refueling Station.

Analyzing weather... Analysis complete. Winds in excess of 70 miles per hour.

Scanning terrain... Landing area identified. Proceed north-northwest at 310 degrees.

WARNING! Damage sustained. Location: signal booster. Please contact your local administrator for repairs.

Approaching landing area. Please remain inside the ship.

Landing successful.

Movement detected. Scanning for organic lifeforms... Organic lifeforms detected. Beginning analysis...

Temperature fluctuation detected. Threshold: 297.011 K

Analysis complete. Insectoid lifeform detected. Height: 9m. Weight (observed): 3100kg. Lifeform is capable of generating heat through vibrational frequency. Vibrational frequency attained: 300Hz.

Additional lifeforms detected. Begin analysis? Y

Beginning analysis...

Automated message received. Sender: Owen Carmack // Recipient: Owen Carmack // Subject: Once more around the sun. Read message? _

Read message? _

Read message? N

Message archived. Deletion will commence in one hour.

Analysis of additional lifeforms complete. Subjects are mammalian and possess little to no advanced intelligence. Subjects are octopedal and possess little to no thermal insulation. Subjects seem to subsist on little to no food; suggests the absence of digestive systems or desire to feed. Analysis suggests subjects are docile.

Analysis predicts a symbiotic relationship between subjects and insectoid lifeforms. Subjects are reliant on warmth for survival. Insectoid lifeforms are reliant on food. In exchange for warmth, subjects hunt for food beneath the surface. Analysis suggests insectoid lifeforms are incapable of burrowing.

WARNING! Damage sustained. Location: cockpit. Please contact your local administrator for repairs.

W8RNING! Damage sustained. Location: control panel/ Please contact your l3cal administrator for repa&rs.

W@)/ING! Damage sq4tained. Location: fuul t1vk. Please cop9(ct your local 22ministrator for repairs.

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Reboot successful. WARNING! Critical damage sustained to ship computer. Data corruption at 13%.

Retrieving message archive...

1 message archived. Read? Y

FROM: Owen CarmackTO: Owen CarmackSUBJECT: Once more around the sun.

If you're reading this, I guess that means I'm not dead after all. Whatever that means to you, I hope you can breathe a sigh of relief. It took a lot of guts to get to where you are, I bet. I don't quite know where "there" is, but it doesn't really matter, does it? All that matters is that you're there.

I don't say this enough, or ever, if we're being honest, but... I'm proud of you. I don't know how you pulled us out of that shithole situation with Dad, or what you did with the last 200 credits we had, or if you finally worked up the courage to say something to Elizabeth, but I hope none of it was too painful. Either way, just being able to breathe for another day is enough for me, if I've lived that long.

WARNING! Critical damage sustained to ship computer. Data corruption at 48%.

Promise us something, will you? I know the times ahead are gonna be tough, but whatever happens, we have to live, you understand? It doesn't matter the weather or the stress or the bullshit; none of it. We can't quit. We can't give up until we found what we've been looking for.

WARNING! Critical damage sustained to ship computer. Data corruption at 80%.

I know it's out there. I know the key is hiding among the stars. We just need to find it. I'm putting my trust in you. In me, I guess. Don't let us down. Salvation is just a f

WARNING! Critical damage sustained to ship computer. Data corruption at 99%.

WARNING! Temperatures below 170 K detected. Unlocking the ship hull will result in a severe drop in temperature. Proceed? _

Proceed? _

Proceed? Y

Unlocking ship hull...

WARNING! SEVERE TEMPERATURE DETECTED. WARNING! SEVERE TEMPERATURE DETECTED.

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Now I want Gerald's POV

Holy shit. I had to stop reading after the first paragraph. That's a real thing. How do you even know about that?

After continuing to read, this is also a real thing. WTF.

We dodged the Parents through the old evac tunnels, then climbed an emergency ladder all the way to the roof. We were laughing and breathing heavily even before getting the hatch open and putting the filtration masks over our heads. Then we were outside, under the stars.

“How long do you think we have?” I asked him.

I could see the twinkle in his eye as he thought, and put a hand to his ear as though he could hear the banging of the Parents somewhere far below us. “Oh, about twenty minutes,” he declared at last.

“With what margin of error?”

His smirk got wider. “About twenty minutes, plus or minus,” he replied.

“I can see why you won’t be a Planner,” I said.

It was meant to be a light joke, but I saw unexpected hurt in his eyes for just a moment. Then it was gone, and his smirk was back. “Pure uncut cannon fodder, that’s me,” he said. “And what about you? I know you’re space-bound, with those zero-gee legs-”

“Shut up-” I teased, but secretly I was flattered.

“But let’s see what your full assignment is,” he finished. And before I could stop him, he’d grabbed my arm and rolled up my sleeve to see my genetic assignment tattoo.

“Navigator, huh,” he said. He was still trying to sound easy, but I could see him looking at me differently. Dammit, this is why I didn’t want him to know. “I was wrong,” he added. “They won’t let the likes of you breathe this dirty air for twenty whole minutes.”

“Then we’d better make the best of the time we do have,” I told him. And before I could think about it, I pulled off my mask, and I could taste the fumes in the air but I didn’t care, not then, and then I pulled off his mask, and then we were kissing.

He had been right the first time, it turned out. We had nearly twenty minutes alone before the Parents finally made their way up a maintenance hatch and came to take us home.

Don't be. Sorry, that is. It was exactly long enough to convey your story in a way that flowed for you.

More please

Pt. 2

As I stood in the street covered with some kind of black and beige goo waiting for more challengers a drone popped out and displayed a hologram of a figure similar in stature to the others. It stood formally on its three legs and a had a long beige almost fish like face with four slitted emerald eyes. “I believe the translation nanites are functioning?” It asked expectantly in a AI default style voice.

I nodded with a very confused look on my face, not really sure what this was about. “We are the Granar people of Marturus.” It looked at me proudly like I was supposed to know who that was. “We did not intend on any hostilities with your people, our initial scans of this deathworld did not reveal your species”.

I sighed “Well your scans are correct at least, I’m the only one of my species left. Everyone else has destroyed themselves in war or was destroyed by the world itself.”

“So this wasn’t a deathworld for very long then? This apocalypse has happened recently?”

“No no, this has been an ongoing event throughout our long history. We destroyed ourselves in an effort to advance even further beyond. I know that there are others of my kind out there in the stars somewhere but they were sent on a one way trip. I’m the last one here.”

“Well…” the alien bowed their head in reverence. “…Your planet is one of the greatest death world planets that has ever been discovered to have intelligent life. The radiation, the heat, the cold, the gravity, the terrible conditions, how did your people survive it?”

“Well we endured. One of the things about my people is that, we just don’t give up. Some of us see a impossible challenge and work towards it just because it was thought to be impossible, or too dangerous. Sure a lot of people might die in the process but we constantly learn and adapt.”

“Well if you wouldn’t mind…perhaps your people don’t have to go extinct. Perhaps, you don’t have to be the last human on earth.”

My ears perked up “ What do you mean by that?”

“Well, our species has developed cloning technology. We can alter and edit a genome of a creature to be as good as it can get. We are out our evolutionary apex yet, you a simple human best us unequivocally. If you let us clone you and develop your genome, you could be the forerunner of your species, the direct descendent from which all humans from now on will descend from.”

For the first time I was given a shot toward greatness. My species as a whole depends completely upon my decision right here, right now. “I accept your offer, but there’s a lot of things I have to tell you about humans”.

My partnership with the Granar began. There were a lot of problems due to the incredible diversity of humans as a baseline. Humans are very original and creative and voraciously horny. There were incredible disagreements, differing ideals, and mindsets. With our help the Granar built a galactic empire which we stood at the right hand of.

Humans become the forefront of the galaxy and were considered to be one of the greatest species of the modern times. Our power intellectually and physically was unmatched and I got to be the father of it all. Anti aging technology is only so power, and you can only hold on for so long before you loose your grip on life.

I died happy, knowing that I went from a nobody to one of the greatest humans in modern history.

Pt. 1

Here I was standing on this desolate planet alone, disappointed that I wasn’t dead yet. I lived a quite and depressing life of simplistic mediocrity were nothing ever happened. It wasn’t even so bad that it was interesting it’s just that you could write down all thirty years of my life down in a paragraph. I wandered around the desolate city I once lived in, ravaged by war and natural disasters I was the only person left on this shitty planet.

Eventually I sat down at a diner I would go to every day. I ordered the same thing, a well done burger with onions and mustard with a side of thin cut fries. Add in a vanilla milkshake and that was my lunch since I was in my early twenties. I sat there for what must have been an hour on those bar chairs when I heard something I hasn’t heard before. The roar of engines Burt’s through the air and I hid behind the bar looking out the windows.

Outside a medium sized space craft landed right in the middle of the street. A orb like drone popped out and began scanning the environment as it floated around emitting a low hum. After a few minutes of scanning around it it popped back into the craft and a pressurized door opened. Two creatures vaguely humanoid with three muscular legs and short stout bodes in modern style armor entered the street.

They only seemed to be three feet tall as they set something on their gauntlets which turned into the equivalent of a sub machine gun. The taller one also had what looked like a blade on its hip. I hid from them as I heard them step closer into the dinner. Their armored footsteps crunching the broken glass beneath them which they looked at inquisitively.

I tucked myself into one of the cupboards and closed the door behind me. I could hear their footsteps growing closer as I held my breath as the door opened. They pointed their gun at me and I raised my hands in surrender. Apparently that sign isn’t universal as the loud sound of firearms echoed through the room. I saw my life flash before my eyes but…I wasn’t dead. It hurt like I was being shot by a pellet gun but none of their shots broke the skin.

I banged my forehead on the cupboard as I crawled out of it while the solider kept shooting at me with no affect until he landed a few shots on my neck. That certainly left a mark and I charged the solider and tackled it. As soon as I had wrapped my arms around it I heard a crunch of the armor bending under my weight. As soon as we hit the ground I felt the creatures whole body squish like one of those yoghurt tubes.

I got off of it and was worried for a moment that I might have actually just killed it when I saw from the corner of my eye the other solider aim their gun at me and begin firing. I charged it again and managed to grab the firearm out of its hands without any issue. Before I could turn the gun on it I felt the gun crinkle and deform under my grip and threw the ruined the firearm to the side.

The solider unsheathed their blade so I picked up a nearby chair for some kind of defense. As it took a swing at me I swung the chair and not only dented the blade but deformed it into a sad looking “U”. It dropped the useless blade and ram back into its ship and flew away. I returned back to the solider I had tackled who was just as deformed looking as the sword was and looked like I had just stepped on a snail with its beige body leaking out from the change in pressure.

Soon enough a dozen or so more soldiers in similar uniforms showed up and fired at me on sight. I charged them as the hail of slightly painful bbs hit me and haymakered a soldiers head clean off. I felt like a super human as they started backing off but still trying to take me down. I kept coming after them again and again killing them in different ways. One I kicked their legs off and curb stomped them, Pile drivers, RKO’s, And Bane Knee slamming people in half.

They started switching to darts coated with something that I believed to be some kind of tranquilizer. Either way my adrenaline was pumping and whatever they were doing just wasn’t working. Their armor did nothing to stop me and their fire arms had zero stopping power against me. For the first time in my life I was unstoppable.

Nocktour, a moon orbiting a rogue planet between stars. It is doused in pitch blackness, and in any other circumstance its entire surface would be covered in its frozen oxygen atmosphere, however volcanism caused by tidal forces from its parent body creates hotzones that sometimes stray into habitability.

Glaciers of frozen atmosphere make their slow advance through massive planes of lost seabed and mountains that were once the continents. Rumour has it there are survivors of the planet's original ecosystem left in these migrating hotzones. They may not be too happy to see any would be strandeds.

I'm sorry I don't really know any songs to fit this setting. I don't really know any songs that fit this vibe unfortunately.

“Oh fudge,” Claire said with feeling, hopping up and down on one foot, the other above where a Lego piece lay on the carpet. She shot an unnecessary glance at the bedroom door, assuring herself the kids were asleep before she allowed herself to swear for real.

“What’s that?” asked Greg from the couch, not looking away from his video game.

“I stepped on a Lego,” she said.

“Classic,” Greg said with a chuckle. “Ouch.”

Claire sighed and picked up the laundry basket already full of little plastic toys. In went the Lego piece. Her phone buzzed in the pouch of her hoodie again. She carried the basket into the living room, and placed it pointedly on the couch next to Greg. He didn’t seem to notice as she kept moving through the room, picking up the toys that were strewn across the floor.

The floor finally clean, she moved the basket back to the floor and sat down next to Greg. “Alright, the house looks a little better,” she said.

“Thanks, babe.”

She sighed. Weighed her options. “The kids are asleep,” she said, trying to put on a bedroom voice. “If you want, you could join me upstairs.”

Greg paused the game, and for moment she thought he was going to reciprocate. “It’s been a long day,” he said, at least looking at her this time. “I just need to unwind right now, okay? You’re gorgeous,” he added as an afterthought, giving her a quick peck on the lips before turning back to the TV.

“Fine. I’m going to read in bed,” she said. She didn’t need a mirror to know that she wasn’t gorgeous, not right now in baggy mom clothes. But she couldn’t be that bad, right?

Her hand touched her phone, and she absently took it out to see what group chat had buzzed earlier. She stopped on the stair, phone in hand.

Josh Peters, she thought to herself as she read his long, charmingly self-conscious message to her. Huh. She’d had such a crush on him in high school, but she’d figured he hadn’t been interested. Apparently she had been wrong.

She scrolled through his Facebook as she brushed her teeth. He had aged well. And not married yet. No serious girlfriend either as far as she could tell.

haha omggg I had a crush on you too! she typed, and quickly deleted. Should she just block him?

She tried again. I always thought you were cute ;) That was even worse, right?

Another burst of noise came from Greg’s game downstairs. Before she could think about it, Claire hit Send. Crap. Crap.

We should catch up sometime, he wrote back right away.

This was crazy, right?

Sure that sounds fun!

more

"It all started long ago when humans were stuck in their homes for years at a time and started to put googly eyes on our great great great grandparent - the Roomba."

Sorry that it’s long just got carried away

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Little did poor Joey know this was a difficulty hack

The lights shined on the singular silver hair. My bathroom mirror reflection moved with me, the both of us studying the bright objects in our hands with a stunned fascination like a duo of geologists that had just unearthed a pair of rare gems.

Disbelief filled my eyes. All the years. Decades. Centuries, even. Could it finally be coming to an end?

How? I'd been careful. I'd kept everything the same. Everything.

Rage welled up from within me. I turned abruptly, throwing the single strand with as much strength as I could muster. It danced in the air, fluttering briefly, before settling into a quiet, motionless existence. Still. Accepting. The innocence of it all.

I screamed and slammed myself into a wall. I pounded my fists against the door. I tore down the shower curtain and flung the rod across the room. Anger. Agony. I needed to hurt someone—something. Even if that included me.

Finally, I turned toward the mirror. I threw a punch. The glass shattered. Once pristine and elegant, now cracked and damaged. A spiderweb extended from the impact: individual shards born from my fist. Then they fell, crashing onto the sink below and tumbling off to rest at the floor beside my feet.

I crouched down, allowing the emotions to overwhelm me, as the sound of banging glass swiftly tapered off into a queue of vanishing tinkles. Hands grasped and pulled at the hair that remained on my skull, punishing it for showing me the impossible.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw it again. The grey hair. Laying there so serene, undisturbed, amidst a shower of fallen glass. The rage within me dissipated as I watched it in silence. Perhaps there was a part of me that thought it would suddenly come alive and plant itself back upon my head, color and all restored. Silly. Naive.

I crawled over to the lone hair. Fallen fragments of glass cut into my forearms and knees, but the pain was far away. Arriving at its side, I gently scooped it into my cupped hands.

For a moment, I merely sat there in that crumpled mess, huddled over that tiny strand. Water droplets began to fall into my hands. They rolled down the subtle creases of my fingers and palms until they drowned the singular hair at the bottom. I was crying.

Immortality. My oldest friend. Gone.

I like the use of misdirection at the beginning.

Very imaginative and vibrant imagery throughout and extremely silly in all the best ways.

The idea of love or affection seems to be a theme with this prompt but this is still a very good execution.

I look forward to reading more from you.

I imagine the chunks interfere with the positioning of teeth on flesh, so smooth is more comfortable for the biter and safer for the prey.

Does DynoMutt want a capacitor?

Yeah, and also-

>Because that missile wiped out all life on this planet 165 million years ago.

and

>“So,” I started to say, “You’ve been traveling for…”
>
>Around 165 million years, give or take.

Why would they wait 165 million years to start traveling to Earth, (assuming the missile goes the same speed as the the ship) to colonize the place?

Maybe they wanted to let Earth "cool down" after a total extinction event, but I doubt that 165 million years is even enough.