This week ’s writing prompt takes us to a remote nebula , where automatic creatures seem to assay out something in the cold reaches of distance . Can you come up up with a history base on these jellyfish - inspired hunters ?
This photomanipulation , simply entitle “ Sentinels , ” is the work ofJan OliehoekviaDesign You Trust . So what are these creatures doing out in space , and what are they searching for ?
Here ’s my report based on the graphics :
Roger-3200 lionize the fifty - fifth day of remembrance of his clip in space by spin out a little story . He told himself that Roger Prime had left PanSpace at years 35 to climb the five highest mountains in the world . On the tramp up K2 , he run across a boorish youthful xenobiologist who constantly correct his Urdu and talked Roger ’s ear off about extremophile experimentation until Roger realized they were in dearest . They eventually settle in Vancouver , where they take on a pair of girls who grew up to be terrible flirts . This Roger , the Roger who cruised through space , could envision his imagined husband ’s face as understandably as if it were a memory : the cleft of his Kuki-Chin , a small scar crossing his eyebrow from a puerility fall .
Roger-3200 believed he made a proficient automaton than he ’d made a mankind . Roger Prime had believed it long before he ’d spread his consciousness across the Sentinels , and all the other Roger Sentinels believed it , unless the journey through quad had changed their minds . Two dozen men and two dozen charwoman had share their consciousness with these probes , take their mechanical systems with human intelligence . The flesh and blood volunteers had then gone on with their meatspace dwell while their thousands of automatic offspring scuttled off to sow the world with humanity ’s message for the eternal rest of existence : We are here . You are not alone .
Roger-3200 ’s centripetal process had been reconfigured for his new consistency , and he loved the way his jellyfish tendril catch in the folds of malleable space , the swishing of his sperm - alike flagellum , all the social movement that made his journey through the vacuity autonomous . But while the neuroengineers could soften the demolish tedium of distance , they could not do away with it completely . Even Roger , who , as a teenager , had loved nothing good than studying astrophysical spectra , could come only so much fervor from the day-after-day interpretation from his sensing element . PanSpace had uploaded as much entertainment media as his tertiary retention could hold back , and put in place a lock chamber force him to view it in literal metre . But Roger-3200 preferred the upgrades they had made to his imagination , let him record and playback his favourite vision like dwelling house movies flicker in his mechanically skillful mastermind .
He imagined that Roger stayed at PanSpace , playfully obsessed with the approximation of rendering the Sentinels obsolete . He ’d die centuries before intragenerational interstellar transit became potential , but his breakthroughs would turn out fundamental to its invention . He imagined that Roger had impress out for the asteroid whack , confabulate for a mining party until he was racy enough to retire to a terraformed bubble estate of the realm on Mars . He imagined that Roger decided to have a cloned child who get up to be a virtuoso mountain lion , preferring earthly palettes to celestial ones .
Sometimes , when he puts his systems on autopilot and pretends that he is a homing pigeon , or some other creature with a set destination , Roger-3200 wonder what the other Roger Sentinels imagine . He ca n’t be the only one work out alternate life for his original ego . Roger the man might only get one life time , but Roger the approximation must get billions , spread out over thousands of Sentinels and millions of years . When one of them find a remote refinement , will he adhere to communications protocol ? hold out his Pioneer programming as an European olive tree branch from the human race ? Or will he lather his fanny and say to them , “ My name is Roger , and this is my story . ”
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