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With circumstance giving me cause
I spent half the week out of doors.
But now finding time
at last to read rhyme,
I find that the story's on pause!

Enjoy your break, @Chilango2! Very well earned, I'm sure. :)
 
Now that the Saiiban don't have to work
What will happen to those that lived from work?
What will happen to those that enjoyed work?

The break is earned.
We do not sing eternally.
Sometimes, silence is necessary!
 
Echoes of the Past Unraveled
Echoes of the Past Unraveled

When voices rise up to the sky
Create Music; Echoes in space
Echoes in time; Vibrate in Memory—
Like so many strings

Symphonies sung softly in space
Create Music; Echoes in space
Echoes in time; Vibrate the Heart—
Like so many reeds

Memories of others gone by
Create Notes; Echoes in time
Echoes in our story; Inflame the Mind—
Like so many stars

Remnants of passage, of ruin, of wreckage,,
of rights wronged and wronged rights of warnings and
war and wreckage and waste and and and and….
Echo in time; Vibrate the Soul—
As a lesson, A warning

Memories of the voices of others singing gone by
Create a symphony; Echoing in space time,
Echoes across time, place, species; We remember—
We will remember.

(But for how long?)

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A most excellent notion
To take a break from all this commotion
And cease all motion

Enjoy the time offline
Think not of verse or rhyme
When'er ye return 'twill be fine.

While we did not cease motion
(that would mean death)
We did enjoy different directions

With circumstance giving me cause
I spent half the week out of doors.
But now finding time
at last to read rhyme,
I find that the story's on pause!

Enjoy your break, @Chilango2! Very well earned, I'm sure. :)

You were out, I in,
Then I out, you in
Cycles.

Now that the Saiiban don't have to work
What will happen to those that lived from work?
What will happen to those that enjoyed work?

The break is earned.
We do not sing eternally.
Sometimes, silence is necessary!

Saiiban continue
their existence is eternal now
outside of the author
--

Thank you all for the kind words, as you can see, we're back, I plan on trying to get through quite a few updates in the next few weeks so I can finally resume the game (I paused it while I caught up)
Also, in case you weren't aware, voting for the ACA's is open, so if haven't already head over there and vote. :)
 
Sing, O Muse, of days long past
Or of days yet to come
Who knows if there is a difference?
Temporal linearity isn’t a guarantee...
 
To not read was sad
Catching up is wonderful
Space is best in verse
 
Floating on Air
Floating on Air

And now for a truly curious event
Just when you perhaps thought
the surprises of the universe were spent
It seems we have caught sight
Of gaseous beings whose plight
We have decided to mediate.

And why not?
It will be an interesting experiment.
Let this new type of life grow, ferment.
Another seed planted, another flower grows
The pollen is picked up by the wind as it goes
And spreads, floating

Taste the air, fly,
Amidst the winds of life
Blowing unexpectedly,
Taking you to new places, new sights,
Wonder.


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Life comes in many forms
We have met gaseous and solid lifeforms
Who says that liquid lifeforms are not?

It seems as if not all fellow sentients are nice
As if they are not good.
All beings have evil in their heart.
 
May the atmospheric currents always keep you aloft!
A beautiful thing to say to avian friends.
 
The Joy of the Undiscovered
The Joy of the Undiscovered

What don’t we know today?
Let’s take a look!
Under the earth science we’ll apply
And in the sky among clouds so high,
Out among the stars so vast,
in space we’ll have a blast!
Things to know, so many ways to grow!
Let’s go everywhere, find what’s there!
What did we learn today?
What don’t we know today?
New Research!


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Research can change beliefs
After all, if data doesn’t agree with science,
Then science is wrong and must be updated.
What incorrect ideas do we have?
 
Silence of the Infinite Drifts
Silence of the Infinite Drifts

out among the stars it
is; so silent (so far from home)

everyWhere
UNknown swallows

ev er y TH NG
(inscrutable space occults the self)
try mak3 mean1ng?{]~




hush




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An apology
for not replying to others
toddler takes most time
 
Space is silent, yes
Yet who screams there?
Just because we cannot hear
Does not mean no one is speaking.
 
The Scent of Memory
The Scent of Memory

Come stop by Fyyrt, our best colony yet,
We’ve got something you’ve just gotta get
Believe it or not, we’ve got this special flower
Its wonderful! Miraculous! It’s got healing powers!
Stop by for a spell for a smell of this scent
I swear it’s true, forget your cares 100%!

Come stop by Fyyrt, take a walk, enjoy,
Mineswell forget your troubles,
and everything else.

What does it matter?
You’ve got this marvelous scent,
Go stop and smell the flowers,
Stop everything else.

World’s full of troubles
That’ll drag you down.
Try our solution:
Stop and smell the flowers
And forget yourself.

Science? Saiiban? Education? Employment?
Forget it! Fly far away!
These flowers will fly you higher
Than boring old starships, anyway.

Sure, come visit us,
We can guarantee you won’t want to leave
Forget the boring government, and its demands and needs.

No! Fire! What? Are you insane?
Why would you burn such a wonder?
You have to stop, you have to understand, you have to stop
and smell the flowers
stop

The world returns now, clear,
The madness has passed away.
What a wonder to hold so dear
The scent of a flower
To stop
An entire planet

Come stop by Fyyrt,
a tale of caution, a tale of wonder
A normal place,
With but traces of the ash
Of a nearly forgotten flower.

(And yet we still hold the memory of its scent)
(And mourn the loss of it’s wonder)
(Sing of it, and remember still)



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Space is silent, yes
Yet who screams there?
Just because we cannot hear
Does not mean no one is speaking.


The problem is not
when space is silent but rather
when it starts speaking
---

In other news, I can't believe I'm still in the first 30 years of this game.
 
Why the flower?
Olfactory power
Ashen shower
 
Sentients go mad
At many things
Although who can tell
Who is sane and who is mad?
The mad do not believe
That they’re mad
But rather that the sane are mad.
What if they’re correct?
 
We Just Wanted to Say
We Just Wanted to Say

We have taken
the star systems
you could have used
to expand further

You see,
we needed them
for we are expanding too
and there is promising science
further on from them

We are kind of sorry
(although our apologies are mostly formulaic)
we know it’s more than an inconvenience
especially since it leaves you
between us and murderous death robots
that want to kill all organics

We hope you can forgive us
The star systems were important
so necessary
And so warm.


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Why the flower?
Olfactory power
Ashen shower

A smell still lingers
on the winds of our memory
we sing for that loss.

Sentients go mad
At many things
Although who can tell
Who is sane and who is mad?
The mad do not believe
That they’re mad
But rather that the sane are mad.
What if they’re correct?

An awareness of
motivated reasoning
makes all science hard.