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beccaelizabethGot woke up at 0800 to receive a box full of other boxes. Which I had ordered, but which I had not considered would arrive at 0800. On the plus side they are pretty boxes with an actual good chance of doing what I ordered them for this time, so that's a win.
... I'm still tempted to spend three times as much next time so I can go buy them on my feet at an hour of my choosing.
First dream of the day involved zombies. Dear subconscious: Zombies are not 'weirdly attractive' even if they are headed for dried out mummy instead of green yuck. Even if they're more doing the werewolf thing where they can kind of pull themselves together to look alive and then just lose control to be hungry corpses again. Trying to make a paranormal romance plot while surrounded by flesh eating zombies is not cool.
... even if that one guy was kind of hot when he wasn't rotting...
... you know, the first person who invents a dream censor is going to make bank.
I was a lone survivor after the zombie apocalypse, living on a base in Arizona chosen for having views in every direction. The Base AI helped too, and the forcefields, but this long after the apocalypse kicked off the forcefields could only be sustained for a few seconds at a time. I used them to like force blast a circle back from me, like activate nearest forcefield and then roll them out, taking the zombies with them.
There hadn't been any new zombies for a long while. Just me. Sitting in the base. On my own. Talking to the ceiling, which very probably talked back, even if it was only via images in my neural implants.
... okay, the whole 'weirdly attractive' bit makes more sense in that context.
A whole bunch of people turned up together and I trusted them not one bit. They were almost certainly infected. It was passed by touch (well, technically by leaky bodily fluids) so I couldn't let them get close. But they all wanted to get close, and only some of them because they wanted to eat me. This group had all survived becoming zombies with their faculties intact. Ish. Mostly. Most of the time. Except when they had to sleep and their zombified corpses ran around doing hungry zombie things. But aside from that! Totally survived! So of course they wanted to infect everyone else with this specific strain, because that way they've got a chance of surviving too!
... zombie logic is not earth logic and I wanted none of it.
But first they tried to demonstrate their general harmlessness and that, even while rotters, they could totally control themselves. Which was when I ended up underneath a darkened mummified corpse who was sniffing me. 'Weirdly attractive' was said out loud. Retcon pls.
He then turned back to being pink again and let me get up and acted like teh whole not biting me part made him a perfect gentleman.
Ugh.
So I told them all go away and the Base AI (who was called Anatoly) did his best to enforce that.
Then Diana of Themyscira, sometime Goddess of Truth, stepped out from in back of the crowd and started a speech about how everyone was in fact getting along. Possibly once teh whole planet is zombies a superhero would switch to defending the new zombie kind? Eh, I wasn't trying to exterminate them or anything, just didn't want to be one. So I explained that and she urged her followers to leave and they mostly did, except that one 'weirdly attractive' guy who sneaked a quick kiss on my cheek before leaving.
Which infected me right away and it was all fevers and coma from then on out.
I collapsed and as what I expected to be my last act I transferred all my privileges to Diana, so she could run the base, since I would no longer be needing it.
But instead of going green and rotting, like I expected, or doing the mummy thing, like the new guys expected, I just went into a coma for seven years. Which started to seem pretty familiar to Diana, who started to get a bad feeling about many things.
When I woke up I had super healing and super strength and basically all the 'god given' powers Diana had. Which greatly resembled the super powers of the mummy type survivors. Which were mostly the powers of the rotting zombies with healing faster than rot.
Diana had mentioned some things to me before (since we worked together as superheroes, possibly on different teams, and then the Avengers came back as zombies and infected the world for zombie apocalypse time, yes I know my dream is mixing canons and companies liberally). Like, children of the gods had two lives, one mortal with their mothers, the next taken up by their fathers. In between they slept for seven years, in fever dreams, as their mortality was burnt away from them.
Sooo... the world just got wiped out by the gods little gift going super viral.
Problem.
So I was pretty sure I knew who both my parents were, because I'd checked the genetics at some point, while trying to figure out which side my mutant powers came from. Neither of them were gods, or if they were they were keeping it under their hats really really well. They'd also definitely been in the grave when I went to get samples so they hadn't been taken up anywhere.
No gods. Just advanced biotech. That went a teensy bit wrong when it met the latest generation they'd intended to convert.
Maybe Thor tried to heal Jane, maybe some god somewhere thought making Earth's Mightiest Mortals a bit less mortal would save a lot of trouble, but humans have invented some weird substances since last time it was tried and it just went really wrong really fast.
And then zombie apocalypse.
That'll mess with your faith some.
there was also a subplot where 'weirdly attractive' had hung around for two years, then got married for five years, and come back because his husband died. So this new post mortal era still actually had mortality in it, just people were sort of embarrassed about that? also their hungry deader selves were still a problem.
But the interesting thing was that those of us with the full super healing package could lose a lot of muscle no problem. Take a few minutes to grow back. Between Diana and me we could feed a whole bunch of people, if we got some ordinary alive people food in the meantime.
Makes you wonder about the origin of this plague. Because just maybe it was not the gods directly, but someone who wanted to really, really piss them off. Cause now instead of worshippers they've got a whole planet full of people who consider them a particularly mobile horn of plenty. Way to undermine a powerbase.
So that was a lot of flesh eating yuck for first thing in the morning.
And yet after the delivery arrived I went back to bed, because tired.
Next apocalypse along featured John Sheppard single handedly defending some kind of twisty tunnels military base. It was surrounded by these pop up whatsits that destroyed everything that passed over them, which he tested every morning by firing bullets around the perimeter and seeing if any got through. Every morning they just kind of dissolved in the air. He was content with that outcome.
But one day some other humans broke in, and they were chasing him around this base with all these tunnels and levels and it was pretty cool as chase sequences go cause there were slides and conveyor belts and stuff. The humans didn't want to kill him, though hurting him a whole bunch was just fine by them. All of them were missing body parts and all of them seemed particularly pissed at him about it. But he just kept running and fighting and told them that no matter what, he wasn't turning it back on.
I got the impression it was something about replicators, total destruction thereof.
That was cool but not coherent.
I hear that some people have restful sleep where they don't have chase sequences or zombies at all. That sounds nice.
... I'm still tempted to spend three times as much next time so I can go buy them on my feet at an hour of my choosing.
First dream of the day involved zombies. Dear subconscious: Zombies are not 'weirdly attractive' even if they are headed for dried out mummy instead of green yuck. Even if they're more doing the werewolf thing where they can kind of pull themselves together to look alive and then just lose control to be hungry corpses again. Trying to make a paranormal romance plot while surrounded by flesh eating zombies is not cool.
... even if that one guy was kind of hot when he wasn't rotting...
... you know, the first person who invents a dream censor is going to make bank.
I was a lone survivor after the zombie apocalypse, living on a base in Arizona chosen for having views in every direction. The Base AI helped too, and the forcefields, but this long after the apocalypse kicked off the forcefields could only be sustained for a few seconds at a time. I used them to like force blast a circle back from me, like activate nearest forcefield and then roll them out, taking the zombies with them.
There hadn't been any new zombies for a long while. Just me. Sitting in the base. On my own. Talking to the ceiling, which very probably talked back, even if it was only via images in my neural implants.
... okay, the whole 'weirdly attractive' bit makes more sense in that context.
A whole bunch of people turned up together and I trusted them not one bit. They were almost certainly infected. It was passed by touch (well, technically by leaky bodily fluids) so I couldn't let them get close. But they all wanted to get close, and only some of them because they wanted to eat me. This group had all survived becoming zombies with their faculties intact. Ish. Mostly. Most of the time. Except when they had to sleep and their zombified corpses ran around doing hungry zombie things. But aside from that! Totally survived! So of course they wanted to infect everyone else with this specific strain, because that way they've got a chance of surviving too!
... zombie logic is not earth logic and I wanted none of it.
But first they tried to demonstrate their general harmlessness and that, even while rotters, they could totally control themselves. Which was when I ended up underneath a darkened mummified corpse who was sniffing me. 'Weirdly attractive' was said out loud. Retcon pls.
He then turned back to being pink again and let me get up and acted like teh whole not biting me part made him a perfect gentleman.
Ugh.
So I told them all go away and the Base AI (who was called Anatoly) did his best to enforce that.
Then Diana of Themyscira, sometime Goddess of Truth, stepped out from in back of the crowd and started a speech about how everyone was in fact getting along. Possibly once teh whole planet is zombies a superhero would switch to defending the new zombie kind? Eh, I wasn't trying to exterminate them or anything, just didn't want to be one. So I explained that and she urged her followers to leave and they mostly did, except that one 'weirdly attractive' guy who sneaked a quick kiss on my cheek before leaving.
Which infected me right away and it was all fevers and coma from then on out.
I collapsed and as what I expected to be my last act I transferred all my privileges to Diana, so she could run the base, since I would no longer be needing it.
But instead of going green and rotting, like I expected, or doing the mummy thing, like the new guys expected, I just went into a coma for seven years. Which started to seem pretty familiar to Diana, who started to get a bad feeling about many things.
When I woke up I had super healing and super strength and basically all the 'god given' powers Diana had. Which greatly resembled the super powers of the mummy type survivors. Which were mostly the powers of the rotting zombies with healing faster than rot.
Diana had mentioned some things to me before (since we worked together as superheroes, possibly on different teams, and then the Avengers came back as zombies and infected the world for zombie apocalypse time, yes I know my dream is mixing canons and companies liberally). Like, children of the gods had two lives, one mortal with their mothers, the next taken up by their fathers. In between they slept for seven years, in fever dreams, as their mortality was burnt away from them.
Sooo... the world just got wiped out by the gods little gift going super viral.
Problem.
So I was pretty sure I knew who both my parents were, because I'd checked the genetics at some point, while trying to figure out which side my mutant powers came from. Neither of them were gods, or if they were they were keeping it under their hats really really well. They'd also definitely been in the grave when I went to get samples so they hadn't been taken up anywhere.
No gods. Just advanced biotech. That went a teensy bit wrong when it met the latest generation they'd intended to convert.
Maybe Thor tried to heal Jane, maybe some god somewhere thought making Earth's Mightiest Mortals a bit less mortal would save a lot of trouble, but humans have invented some weird substances since last time it was tried and it just went really wrong really fast.
And then zombie apocalypse.
That'll mess with your faith some.
there was also a subplot where 'weirdly attractive' had hung around for two years, then got married for five years, and come back because his husband died. So this new post mortal era still actually had mortality in it, just people were sort of embarrassed about that? also their hungry deader selves were still a problem.
But the interesting thing was that those of us with the full super healing package could lose a lot of muscle no problem. Take a few minutes to grow back. Between Diana and me we could feed a whole bunch of people, if we got some ordinary alive people food in the meantime.
Makes you wonder about the origin of this plague. Because just maybe it was not the gods directly, but someone who wanted to really, really piss them off. Cause now instead of worshippers they've got a whole planet full of people who consider them a particularly mobile horn of plenty. Way to undermine a powerbase.
So that was a lot of flesh eating yuck for first thing in the morning.
And yet after the delivery arrived I went back to bed, because tired.
Next apocalypse along featured John Sheppard single handedly defending some kind of twisty tunnels military base. It was surrounded by these pop up whatsits that destroyed everything that passed over them, which he tested every morning by firing bullets around the perimeter and seeing if any got through. Every morning they just kind of dissolved in the air. He was content with that outcome.
But one day some other humans broke in, and they were chasing him around this base with all these tunnels and levels and it was pretty cool as chase sequences go cause there were slides and conveyor belts and stuff. The humans didn't want to kill him, though hurting him a whole bunch was just fine by them. All of them were missing body parts and all of them seemed particularly pissed at him about it. But he just kept running and fighting and told them that no matter what, he wasn't turning it back on.
I got the impression it was something about replicators, total destruction thereof.
That was cool but not coherent.
I hear that some people have restful sleep where they don't have chase sequences or zombies at all. That sounds nice.