At least some things – such as Unity’s short-term memory – haven’t changed. She’s apparently already forgotten about the recent barf-related catastrophe affectionately known as “Foot Face”.
Yeah, we’ve ALL ‘matured’. Manured(?) More and more we have weirder concepts
and imaginings, and fewer displays of justified physical action.
We COULD see a more interesting denoument with maybe the OLD Unity
busting loose and rescuing the mere human-contingent instead of mumbling
‘Dr.Phil’-style bromides and sitting around in the sunshine swilling unusually-named
bartender’s specialties, pretending it’s an ADVENTURE (instead of a commercial
drinking sales opportunity). The obvious line between young fire-eaters and
middle-aged successful, prosperous ARTISTS. You know,
“let’s sit and talk about it.”
Hooey. Beautiful artistic realizations….Yeah, we’ve matured. Ho hum.
Regarding some of the comments the other day on social media communication: some stuff on costs. For a business or group, it can be prohibitive. Sending texts can accrue large expenses for the sender. Social media otoh, requires a manager and if you want it in multiple platforms (bc everyone uses something different–FB is for old ppl, yo :() you’ll need to do it manually and rewrite to every platforms specs, or pay for software (a subscription) that covers some of it for you.
Mailings also can be expensive and fewer places hire traditional print artists bc they need rasesources in other areas.
As for family and friends, one solution are apps like Duo or Zoom, or small group texts. Or, software that lets you make small communities, though this is still developing. It will take time and some generations of change to sort out.
Also, to avoid spam, stick w their friends, etc., the younger generation is just putting their @tag on business cards. They just secure the name on multiple platforms. It becomes like a phone number.
So… it’s complicated. There are many reasons the older ways are changing and the dust hasn’t settled, yet.
Well, we were formed in mad science squalor,
In a workshop, in a lab in Greenback’s Hollow.
We were lost, but some had love.
And Tony and Merc had something they were sure of.
And H. T. preached to us and we would follow.
Creator left us all so unprotected.
In bad danger if we were detected.
Explosions all left and right,
Preached cosmognothics by red and purple light,
And feeling lost and oh! so rejected.
H. T. showed us how to make the turtles pay.
We’d train them to talk their time away.
They were a sentient breed,
And lettuce, their vote would lead.
H. T. insisted it was child’s play.
Merc and Tony, they left us all alone,
For Lovetron, so they said, was their new home.
We kind of felt browbeaten.
Reality blindness had set in.
And H. T. had some new scheme to clone.
Yeah, we’re proud to come from mad science squalor.
We remember well, the hell of science plotters.
Life might have been so hard,
But it was to what we aspired.
We liked it find in good ol’ Greenback’s Hollow.
And a lot of things have changed since then.
Anasigma attacked and Skin-Horse wasn’t in.
We’re the past, we’ve got no sponsor.
Forgotten, like that see monster.
Nothing left but memories of mad science squalor.
Perhaps one too many explosions from the cosmognothic machine was one too many for the
(Darn, something dropped out. Well…) …one too many for the humans of Greenback’s Hollow.
You’re right. I expect the murder turtle brought some inescapably unfavorable attention as well…
Now I *really* want to see Unity’s sensor net of eyes and ears deployed on dozens of balloons…
Better yet, strapped into an aerial armada of appropriately sized coat-hanger tech biplanes.
Oooh! Magnificent!
Sounds like a Very Dangerous Array to me.
At least some things – such as Unity’s short-term memory – haven’t changed. She’s apparently already forgotten about the recent barf-related catastrophe affectionately known as “Foot Face”.
Nah, she just knows that reabsorption is quick and easy. Besides, how much trouble could a bunch of eyes and ears really get up to?
See the above thread. Reality blindness wouldn’t protect one’s perceptions from, say, a horror-themed drone swooping down on you.
Next time I pose a question like that I’m using a percontation point.
Quick, easy and delicious! If only all our troubles could be made out of delicacies! 😉
Potatoes have eyes and corn has ears…
That’s why you never hold a clandestine meeting on a farm.
Yeah, we’ve ALL ‘matured’. Manured(?) More and more we have weirder concepts
and imaginings, and fewer displays of justified physical action.
We COULD see a more interesting denoument with maybe the OLD Unity
busting loose and rescuing the mere human-contingent instead of mumbling
‘Dr.Phil’-style bromides and sitting around in the sunshine swilling unusually-named
bartender’s specialties, pretending it’s an ADVENTURE (instead of a commercial
drinking sales opportunity). The obvious line between young fire-eaters and
middle-aged successful, prosperous ARTISTS. You know,
“let’s sit and talk about it.”
Hooey. Beautiful artistic realizations….Yeah, we’ve matured. Ho hum.
If they visit Greenback’s Hollow, will there be another encounter between Tip and Tremontino?
I hope so! Perhaps he will express astonishment that Tip’s mojo regenerated after the suit he provided drained it away?
Tremontino must’ve designed and sewn a new and more powerful suit by now…
Apologies if someone thought of this way back in Sure As You’re Born, but Greenback’s Hollow = Frogtown Hollow by way of Baron Greenback?
Regarding some of the comments the other day on social media communication: some stuff on costs. For a business or group, it can be prohibitive. Sending texts can accrue large expenses for the sender. Social media otoh, requires a manager and if you want it in multiple platforms (bc everyone uses something different–FB is for old ppl, yo :() you’ll need to do it manually and rewrite to every platforms specs, or pay for software (a subscription) that covers some of it for you.
Mailings also can be expensive and fewer places hire traditional print artists bc they need rasesources in other areas.
As for family and friends, one solution are apps like Duo or Zoom, or small group texts. Or, software that lets you make small communities, though this is still developing. It will take time and some generations of change to sort out.
Also, to avoid spam, stick w their friends, etc., the younger generation is just putting their @tag on business cards. They just secure the name on multiple platforms. It becomes like a phone number.
So… it’s complicated. There are many reasons the older ways are changing and the dust hasn’t settled, yet.
Well, we were formed in mad science squalor,
In a workshop, in a lab in Greenback’s Hollow.
We were lost, but some had love.
And Tony and Merc had something they were sure of.
And H. T. preached to us and we would follow.
Creator left us all so unprotected.
In bad danger if we were detected.
Explosions all left and right,
Preached cosmognothics by red and purple light,
And feeling lost and oh! so rejected.
H. T. showed us how to make the turtles pay.
We’d train them to talk their time away.
They were a sentient breed,
And lettuce, their vote would lead.
H. T. insisted it was child’s play.
Merc and Tony, they left us all alone,
For Lovetron, so they said, was their new home.
We kind of felt browbeaten.
Reality blindness had set in.
And H. T. had some new scheme to clone.
Yeah, we’re proud to come from mad science squalor.
We remember well, the hell of science plotters.
Life might have been so hard,
But it was to what we aspired.
We liked it find in good ol’ Greenback’s Hollow.
And a lot of things have changed since then.
Anasigma attacked and Skin-Horse wasn’t in.
We’re the past, we’ve got no sponsor.
Forgotten, like that see monster.
Nothing left but memories of mad science squalor.
—from “Coal Miner’s Daughter,” Loretta Lynn.