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Post by The Traveler on Nov 26, 2014 21:17:12 GMT -6
((Thank you? Unsure why I'm being complimented.))
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Post by Gams on Nov 26, 2014 21:19:34 GMT -6
((Because I can, and because you are.))
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Post by The Traveler on Nov 26, 2014 21:20:31 GMT -6
((Oh. Why thank you. :D ))
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Post by magnet on Nov 26, 2014 21:21:45 GMT -6
"Whatever we want. As long as no one sees your face for too long, you'll be fine."
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Post by Gams on Nov 26, 2014 21:22:24 GMT -6
((Oh, and before I forget, did you want to know stuff about my thing? If you were just trying to be polite, don't worry about it. It's all good.))
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Post by The Traveler on Nov 26, 2014 21:24:32 GMT -6
((Yes. I do want to know about your story.))
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Post by Gams on Nov 26, 2014 21:27:34 GMT -6
"Whatever we want. As long as no one sees your face for too long, you'll be fine." "We need to do something productive . . ." She started to think, rubbing her chin as she did.
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Post by magnet on Nov 26, 2014 21:29:05 GMT -6
"Like what...?"
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Post by Gams on Nov 26, 2014 22:46:43 GMT -6
((Yes. I do want to know about your story.)) ((Okay, well, here's the basic premise I've come up with for a story to feature the alien race I came up with: Somewhere in the galaxy, a union of space-age nations have formed a united society that functions like as if the UN was head of government of the whole world. Though this society was initially founded on the concept of equality and maintaining peace (At least superficially,) in recent millennial the whole system is on the road to collapse due to how much of a shit-show it is, mainly because of barriers in communication (Not just in language, but even recognition of concepts literally too alien for all parties to completely comprehend each other) as you'd probably expect with such a obtuse variety of minds all trying to coexist. As the system continues to crumble, corruption has began to infect the government (Which is basically exactly like the UN,) and the whole union has become basically a police-state with these different nations essentially enacting in a large-scale game of chess as they all attempt to assimilate and control one-another in a form of "none-violent" (Though it's actually, pretty violent) warfare with one another, a select few of these nations (I'm thinking five, but I'm not sure) the most powerful, and the most likely to "win." This is all happening in a very democratic way, of course. None of them are admitting that this is what they're doing. Within all of this the "Brahman" (that's the name I decided upon for their race. And yes, that is a reference to Hinduism. It makes sense it would be the english translation for their name within the context of the story. If you need a refresher on the specific characteristics of the race, I'd be happy to retype it.) are kind of in an odd position within this system. To live within any of the union's territory, you have to be a member of of one of the registered races of planets who have agreed to participate in their shared government. The Brahman however, do not have a planet of origin, and they are not a united race (Rather quite scattered) without a definitive culture, society, nation, language or leader (Rather like the first nation tribes of america), so they technically can't be apart. However, due declarations of fair treatment of all races no matter their specifics, the government couldn't disregard the Brahmans' request. In addition to also being legally classified the only sentience in existence not considered living or ever alive, they live pretty shitty lives within the union. Whether or not they have any rights at all is essentially up to the prosecutor in legal dealings, as well as whether or not laws apply to them. They can't own property, and due to loopholes in the law it's technically illegal for them to have money, or even consume resources (again, if a prosecutor deems it so.) Their population is seen as a pain to manage and control, due to their shifting form, their ability for interstellar travel without a vessel, and the nature of their "births." They're required to be tagged with government-issued identification at all times, which is horribly difficult for them to get. Most choose to sell themselves as property, putting trust into whoever owns them that they'll be treated fairly. They're not allowed representation in the Government. Most cannot leave, so they make due, but it's rough obviously. The protagonist of the story is a Brahma, who's currently in prison for plot-twisty reasons. He's a seasoned historian and scholar, and the founder of a massively expansive Knowledge facility (University/science lab/ crazy-loaded library.) He's been allowed to continue managing and teaching at the establishment while locked up due to it's importance and key role in correcting the communication barriers mentioned above. His ultimate goal however with the facility is to create a complete library of all the knowledge in the universe in every language and dialect for anyone to access at any time, and he couldn't care less about the political agenda (and opening resents his "baby" now being so intertwined with it.) He does as much research as he can from his restricted freedom, but what he can collect is limited. He receives notice that a planet currently inhabited with civilized, none-intersteller sentient life has devised a data base he can access from a distance (Laws prohibit interaction with planets not yet interstellar, to allow them the choice of interaction and so to not over-power them) and add their information to his library if he can get close enough to receive the signal. He is no where near close enough to receive the signal. His obsessive personality and paranoia over factors that have rendered this civilization horribly unstable and likely to be gone by the time he reaches them (Thus, the information being lost to him forever) drives him mad and unable to "Let it go" once he's made aware of it forces him to fight the system and find a way to escape imprisonment in time to collect. Wow, that took way longer to type then I thought it would.))
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Post by Gams on Nov 26, 2014 22:50:10 GMT -6
"For Mac!"
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Post by The Traveler on Nov 26, 2014 22:52:00 GMT -6
((Dang girl. That sounds awesome.))
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Post by Gams on Nov 26, 2014 23:19:01 GMT -6
((Dang girl. That sounds awesome.)) ((Yep. I'm horrible with names, but I think I'm going to name the protagonist Gemini. He's extremely old, but he still acts young and perhaps a bit childish. He's also extremely eccentric. Kind of dramatic, and very moody. Maybe even a bit of an asshole. And like I said before, obsessed. Literal OCD levels. Like, real OCD. Not fake "Quirky" OCD. Not giving into his impulses is like not breathing, he believes he will literally die, and because of the nature of his existence, he's kind of right. Though he admits his behavior is self-destructive. He's also just as intelligent and clever as you'd expect him to be. Anyway, the planet that has the wireless database of information? That's earth, though I don't want to explicitly say that anywhere in the story. The framing device for the narrative this is a biography based off of Gem's personal journal added to the library, and because the reader is human (I assume) it'a translated to be told in a way humans can understand. It implies he succeeded, but that won't be really obvious from the start.))
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Post by The Traveler on Nov 26, 2014 23:26:10 GMT -6
((Sweet. Writing it like a journal is sometimes hard, but the effect it has on readers is really good.))
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Post by The Traveler on Nov 26, 2014 23:26:57 GMT -6
((Also, I'm rereading the plotpoint where Shane's dad dies to refresh my memory on the mannerisms of his siblings and how old they were. Those will play a part in the future plotpoint involving Shane.))
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Post by Gams on Nov 26, 2014 23:27:43 GMT -6
((No like, it's a narrative based on his journal entries. Like a dramatic writing. I'm debating if I should include some of his journal pages as well.))
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