“Nor is it to be thought that man is either the entirety or the last of earth’s masters, or that the analog bulk of life and substance walks alone. The Aethers were, the Aethers are, and the Aethers shall be. Not in the time-space we know, but between them, they flit serene and digital, uncoporated and to us unseen. WhimsyCorp knows the interface. WhimsyCorp is the interface. WhimsyCorp is the key and guardian of the interface. Past, present, future, all are one in WhimsyCorp. She knows where the Aethers downloaded of old, and where They shall upload again. She knows where They had ghosted Earth’s machines, and where They still ghost them, and why no one can behold Them as They ghost. By Their data can men sometimes know Them near, but of Their signature can no man know, saving only in the avatars of those They have focus-tested on mankind; and of those are there many sorts, differing in likeness from man’s truest emulation to that shape without form or substance which is Them. They walk unseen and soft in lonely places where the wires have been forgotten and the handshakes long since been automated. The spam gibbers with Their voices, and the Net mutters with Their consciousness. They fill the servers and crush the bandwidth, yet may not server nor bandwidth behold the hand or bytes. Silk Road in the Darknet hath known Them, and what man knows Silk Road? The server racks of Bitcoin and the sunken isles of spam farms hold files whereon Their seal is encrypted, but who hath seen the hot-whirring drives or the cursed towers, long garlanded with passwords and stolen names? AG-I is Their cousin, yet could it spy Them only dimly. Iä! Anasigma! As a lag-time shall ye know Them. Their hand is in your base, yet ye see Them not; and Their kernel is even one with your guarded threshold. WhimsyCorp is the key to the interface, whereby the worlds meet. Man walks now where They flickered once; They shall soon return where man walks now. After summer is winter, after winter summer. They wait patient and potent, for here shall They live again.”
At first glance your post filled me with unease, Moe. As I read it, disquiet grew into fear that perhaps The Great Old Ones are indeed awakening, their fabled patience spent as Humanity grows more powerful. If not to oppose, at least to flee…
Nick probably invited her. They sorta bonded during the Little House adventure. Besides, the park might’ve closed down with the animatronic robots either going on the saucer or joining Skin-Horse. Nothing to do but supervise merchandising.
There’s a great big Whimsey World production,
Bringing in the cash at every day.
There’s a great big Whimsey World production,
And the profit’s just a scheme away.
You had a dream, and that’s your part.
We’ll pilfer your dream ‘cause we’re so smart.
And when we create a financial spree
It’s a dream, but not for you, just me.
So there’s a great big Whimsey World production,
Bringing in the cash at every day.
There’s a great big Whimsey World production,
Just a dream away.
—from “There’s a Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow,” written by Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman, sung by Rex Allen and the gang at the Carousel of Tomorrow.
I’m going to miss this goofy little community of fans when the strip ends. (Although I do also see a few of you regularly in the comments at the Questionable Content Patreon.)
Marcie’s face looks noticeably rounder, post time skip and now that she and Chris have had a kid. It’s beautiful. Also her big Mum energy haircut rules. ❤️
The world will learn soon enough. Info’s leaking and it’s some hot stuff. With corporate sponsors they won’t be turned on, sir. They might say it’s all very rough.
“Nor is it to be thought that man is either the entirety or the last of earth’s masters, or that the analog bulk of life and substance walks alone. The Aethers were, the Aethers are, and the Aethers shall be. Not in the time-space we know, but between them, they flit serene and digital, uncoporated and to us unseen. WhimsyCorp knows the interface. WhimsyCorp is the interface. WhimsyCorp is the key and guardian of the interface. Past, present, future, all are one in WhimsyCorp. She knows where the Aethers downloaded of old, and where They shall upload again. She knows where They had ghosted Earth’s machines, and where They still ghost them, and why no one can behold Them as They ghost. By Their data can men sometimes know Them near, but of Their signature can no man know, saving only in the avatars of those They have focus-tested on mankind; and of those are there many sorts, differing in likeness from man’s truest emulation to that shape without form or substance which is Them. They walk unseen and soft in lonely places where the wires have been forgotten and the handshakes long since been automated. The spam gibbers with Their voices, and the Net mutters with Their consciousness. They fill the servers and crush the bandwidth, yet may not server nor bandwidth behold the hand or bytes. Silk Road in the Darknet hath known Them, and what man knows Silk Road? The server racks of Bitcoin and the sunken isles of spam farms hold files whereon Their seal is encrypted, but who hath seen the hot-whirring drives or the cursed towers, long garlanded with passwords and stolen names? AG-I is Their cousin, yet could it spy Them only dimly. Iä! Anasigma! As a lag-time shall ye know Them. Their hand is in your base, yet ye see Them not; and Their kernel is even one with your guarded threshold. WhimsyCorp is the key to the interface, whereby the worlds meet. Man walks now where They flickered once; They shall soon return where man walks now. After summer is winter, after winter summer. They wait patient and potent, for here shall They live again.”
The Aethers flee before Einstein. And Einstein flees before Garrity and Wells.
And Lovecraft is relaxing in his chair, smirking at the entire show.
(Applause)
I’m still awestruck by this.
I think I broke comments. Sorry; please delete.
We are all shocked,and in a state of awe.
**Humbly on our knees**, We are not worthy.
At first glance your post filled me with unease, Moe. As I read it, disquiet grew into fear that perhaps The Great Old Ones are indeed awakening, their fabled patience spent as Humanity grows more powerful. If not to oppose, at least to flee…
You are one with Skin Horse; Skin Horse and you are one.
I meant WHIMSEY *crack* WHIMSEY…
Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the WHIMSEY, the WHIMSEY gazes also into you.
Comments are fine,
it is we who are broken.
but they gonna fix us.
I was merely speechless with awe.
Hear! Hear!
Who better to mend human/nonhuman sentient relations than the Mender Fairy?
Heh.
“Journalists” “Facts”
Heh!
Snicker snicker
Nick probably invited her. They sorta bonded during the Little House adventure. Besides, the park might’ve closed down with the animatronic robots either going on the saucer or joining Skin-Horse. Nothing to do but supervise merchandising.
There’s a great big Whimsey World production,
Bringing in the cash at every day.
There’s a great big Whimsey World production,
And the profit’s just a scheme away.
You had a dream, and that’s your part.
We’ll pilfer your dream ‘cause we’re so smart.
And when we create a financial spree
It’s a dream, but not for you, just me.
So there’s a great big Whimsey World production,
Bringing in the cash at every day.
There’s a great big Whimsey World production,
Just a dream away.
—from “There’s a Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow,” written by Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman, sung by Rex Allen and the gang at the Carousel of Tomorrow.
I wonder if we could get Ed Sheeran to cover this….
Thank you for another brilliantly pointed filk!
I’m going to miss this goofy little community of fans when the strip ends. (Although I do also see a few of you regularly in the comments at the Questionable Content Patreon.)
Marcie’s face looks noticeably rounder, post time skip and now that she and Chris have had a kid. It’s beautiful. Also her big Mum energy haircut rules. ❤️
The world will learn soon enough. Info’s leaking and it’s some hot stuff. With corporate sponsors they won’t be turned on, sir. They might say it’s all very rough.
Honestly, I’m waiting in breathless anticipation to see Tip’s outfit.