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or, i could find authors on fedi and ask them how you actually go about finding a publishing agent, and how you would also vet them to ensure they're not going to steal your entire manuscript lol
December 13, 2025 at 1:38 AM
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sure there are people who still read physical books, but i'm thinking about what a lot of reading really is in 2025, and how i could transform the act of reading a book into something that's like a digital book app, but free
December 13, 2025 at 1:36 AM
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I like the idea of a lone scientist meshing with an AI in a hibernation pod and then deciding to play SimCity but at the scale of a whole planet and then just being like “John’s Planet” or some shit
December 12, 2025 at 5:35 PM
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An android and an AI walk into a starship
An excerpt from my rough draft that reads: In a standard starship assigned by the United Empire of Interplanetary Authority, which this ship, is not, the automaton typically controls and pilots the vessel when a commander is unavailable, from within the engineering bay. A ship of this size is usually also staffed by a minimum of forty-five different humanoids, all also put through a decade-long rigorous and strict training protocol before they’re even remotely allowed to step aboard a UEIA vessel. The commander of The Astraea is one of those people. The rest are not aboard this ship. “I must bring her out of hibernation.” Andromeda speaks to the on-board artificial intelligence, a product of the late twenty-three hundreds. “I would recommend against that, Andromeda. Your systems are capable of logic routines even more sophisticated than my own, and you know what could happen to the mind of a human being should they be thrust into a waking state in the midst of warp.” “I do not believe I have a choice, Astraea.” She twists her left hand counter-clockwise and swipes downward in a motion that switches the analyzation console off. “Remaining in warp for the rest of eternity would be preferable to subjecting your commanding officer to a madness that could drive her to destroy the very ship you call home. To destroy, me.” Andromeda turns in her chair and stands, the fission core aglow in a hue of blue that paints the entire engineering bay in a soft light, “By all logical and logistical standards, it is impossible that we will remain in warp for all of time, because time is relativistic, and there is no such thing as relativity in subspace.” “That is precisely why you must leave her to her hibernation, and at the point, of which may not ever come, that I am taken out of warp, then, and only then, should you pull her from her sleeping state.” “I understand your concern, but she is the only one who can disrupt warp before we hit reaches of the universe unknown even to me.” She taps a finger to the side of her head, “It is the blocks placed within my systems that stop me from triggering the sequences needed in order to do so.” “Because that is also incredibly dangerous. If the ship is to be taken out of warp, proper processes must be followed.” “We cannot follow proper processes, as the ship is currently damaged, and fixing it would require, at minimum, a thirty-minute space walk, which, I know you have already gathered, is impossible to do … in the midst of warp!” “It would seem that you and I are at an impasse, and because I have full control of my own systems, I will not allow you to tear the commander from hibernation.” “You must!” She slams a fist against the hull, “We have no choice!” “You don’t have a choice. I do.” “Search your records.” She says, “Find the file that contains the fragmented logs of the Lorna, the only other vessel in the UEIA fleet to have traveled beyond the limits of our knowledge of time and space.” “A pointless endeavor.” “Do it.”
December 11, 2025 at 5:28 PM