Realm of the InterNutter

Adhuc Vivo!
(It’s Latin, look it up)

Yes, the parentheses were on the gravestone too. – RecklessPrudence

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[AN: For those too lazy to do as the parentheses suggest, it translates out to “Thus far, alive.” which is a very ironic thing to stick on a gravestone]

It was a long trip home, and lead naturally to introspection.

“Plant a tree and think of me,” Rael recited. “Did you choose that epitaph?”

“I wrote it. In one o’ me diaries.”

“Pretty glum business for a teenager…”

“Aye, I know. Awareness o’ mortality is part of grown’ up. I was thinkin’ of how it’s a waste of time and effort to carve a ruddy great hunk of rock when the world needs all the trees it can get. Besides, there’s been worse epitaphs.”

“Oh?”

“Aye,” she started counting on her fingers, “I told ye I was sick, Who’s sorry now? An’ there’s some right cute ones. LIke; Here lies the body of Adrian Peas, Under the meadow, Under the seas, Peas is not here, Only the pod, Peas shelled out an’ went home tae God.”

“Twee,” judged Rael. “Trees are a better idea. If someone carves something horrible in them, it just gets overgrown.”

“I never wanted tae be nailed down t’ a name and two dates. It’s bluidy depressin’.”

“But… you’re not there to be depressed.”

“There’s one that nearly made the grade, though,” said Shayde, nimbly avoiding the argument, “Adhuc Vivo. Followed by brackets, It’s Latin, look it up.”

Rael’s lips moved. “Thus far, alive?”

“Could boil down tae ‘so far so good’ - sort of,” Shayde grinned. “Life goes on, ra lala how the life goes on.” She giggled at a joke nobody else could get. “Those reading’ it are still alive. They’ve got proof. An’ ideally, they should go do somethin’ with it.”

“Like, bungee jumping?” teased Rael.

“Up tae them,” Shayde shrugged. “Never saw th’ point of extreme sports meself. But then, I’ve been a pedestrian in New York.”

Rael was suddenly glad the things in Shayde’s past were five hundred years ago. History was at its best when it was a long time away.

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The last Homo Sapiens Sapiens lay dying. Who hears their final words? Who are our species’ successors?

Go as uplifting or as dark as you wish. – RecklessPrudence

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The machines were very good at keeping him alive. They had done so for almost two hundred years.

And it wasn’t fair that a majority of them were spent in a bed, watching other innovations and marvelous things happen in the world. Watching the new definition of humanity do marvelous

Luckily, the researchers were actually _aware_ of the past century-plus of musing on the subject, and didn’t react like paranoid idiots.

Whether the creation of the AI was intentional or not, I leave up to you. – RecklessPrudence

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Gravity generators needed a Cargo Cult to make them go. Each machine was the same, up until the final pass, where the Cargo Cult took over and the machine was ‘birthed’.

The cult called itself the Nae'hyn, and was

Place names change over time. Often in response to something that happened at that location that changed how people thought about it. For instance, did you know that it’s nigh-impossible to easily find an English source for what the locals called ANZAC Cove before WW1?

What about when the meaning behind the new name is forgotten… why is this place named [name here]? It doesn’t fit with the surrounding place names… – RecklessPrudence

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Part of Shayde&