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🕑 Added 2024-09-01 17:05:02 +0000 UTCThe Transgracian Academy for the Magical Arts. Dragon’s Heart Tower, Level 23, Residence 30. Emma and Thacea’s Dorm. Local Time: 1920 Hours.
Thacea
When the Vunerian first revealed to me that Emma was in possession of platinum, a reflexive part of my psyche was put into shock.
However, it would only take a scant few moments before that shock soon transitioned into tentative understanding, before evolving further into an outright realization of the truth.
The truth that there was without a shadow of a doubt, parity, as it pertained to the material abundance of both realms.
Memories from that first day of our private interactions were brought forth, and it was in those memories that I recalled the first glimpses into the earthrealmer’s manaless world.
I recalled the images of Earthrealm’s forges, advancing through the ages, developing without the aid of mana, yet increasing in size, scale, and intricacy with each passing image. Culminating in what could only be described as foundries of titanic proportions, the likes of which had only been seen in the Nexus.
I recalled the images of seas of iron and steel, flowing from crucibles spanning the height and width of entire smithies… I recalled how scale and intricacy culminated in the armor that defied all reason, cladding a woman whose personality and spirit further defied that reason with each and every passing breath.
And it was with these recollections that I realized… that the forging and procurement of platinum wasn’t ever a question of possibility for earthrealm, nor was it indicative of their capabilities… but rather, the question was just how much they could procure.
So while Ilunor and Thalmin continued to be enraptured by the physical proof of earthrealm’s advanced metallurgical prowess, my suspicions continued to diverge into other aspects of Emma’s claims.
Ilunor was right in ascertaining that material abundance and the state of earthen post-shackling from the value of precious metals could only be derived by one of two means — pinnacle transmutation, and brute force procurement.
So given the self-admitted impossibility of the former by Emma, this left only the latter as the sole viable option.
This, however, was where my point of contention began.
As despite the physical proof of the wall of platinum clearly hinting at abundance, this form of abundance… was fleeting.
A realm was, after all, finite in nature. Which meant that after all the mines had been dug up, and after the world itself had become hollowed out, what remains is a barrier of scarcity which no civilization can ever truly cross.
There was only one exception to this functional limit on growth, and that was with the development of pinnacle transmutation, and the Nexus’ infinitely expanding farlands.
This meant that Emma’s claims of parity became difficult to believe.
At least, it would have been for both Thalmin and Ilunor, if I were to have brought it up outright.
Because unlike the pair, I was privy to the sky-shattering realizations that had first been presented within the library, and a second time in Emma’s private sight-seer viewing.
These insights into what is for all intenses, ostensibly a manaless Nexus,
My mind thus wandered towards the tail-end of Emma and Ilunor’s back and forths, as my imagination took a firm hold, and my thoughts were left to wander the ramifications of all of this information.
Perhaps the truth of abundance lies somewhere amidst the oceans of stars.
Perhaps the key to material abundance without the aid of pinnacle transmutation, was in breaching the skies to reach the void.
Perhaps our ancestors’ efforts should have been invested in that which was just in reach, and not in the path that led us towards the regrettable state of affairs we now found ourselves in.
Perhaps… a private conversation was needed, to put to rest this question of material parity once and for all.
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The Transgracian Academy for the Magical Arts. Dragon’s Heart Tower, Level 23, Residence 30. Emma and Thacea’s Dorm. Local Time: 1920 Hours.
Emma
Ilunor’s passed-out body was quickly lifted into the arms of the princely wolf, whose reactions to the whole affair was self explanatory.
“Huh.” The wolf prince emoted with a cock of his head. “For how much he eats, he weighs less than a heavy claymore.” Thalmin jabbed with a cackle of facetious intent. “In any case, Emma, I believe it would be prudent if you caught up on some rest. I’ll see to the Vunerian myself, you’ve been through enough today as is. A day of victory is to be enjoyed, not to be bothered by the burden of others, not especially a troublesome associate.”
“Thanks Thalmin.” I nodded gratefully.
“The pleasure is all mine, Emma.” He nodded back, as he effortlessly began walking to the exit of my room, leaving with a final few words. “See you tomorrow then. Hopefully the trip to Elaseer should prove to be uneventful.”
A swift wave marked the end of that little episode with the Vunerian, and following a light slam of the door, I allowed myself a loud, tired, sigh.
I instinctively followed the commands of my exhausted body, moving over towards the reinforced couch like a zombie, before plopping down with the force of a train wreck. I promptly just laid there, sprawling out in the process.
Throughout all of this however, Thacea had remained… surprisingly silent.
Though that silence wouldn’t remain for long, as Thacea approached the couch, and sat opposite of me with courtly tact.
“Emma.” She began, her tone of voice once more locking in to that ‘serious talk’ vibe. “I have some further questions I’d like to ask, if I may?”
“Is this about the resource parity situation?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “Unless, of course, you wish to rest first and—”
“Nono! I’m fine. So please, fire away!” I quickly interjected, encouraging the avinor to continue.
“As you wish.” She dipped her head before continuing. “Whilst the other two are very much still in shock as a result of the reveal of your… treasury… a thought has occurred to me which I believe is best addressed in private.” The princess began, her vagueness piquing my interest.
“I can’t imagine anything about the whole situation that might require a private discussion.” I blurted out without much thought, eliciting a look that I could only describe as ‘are you serious?’ from the likes of Thacea.
“I had purposefully refrained from broaching this topic, out of respect for your narrative, as I assumed you intentionally withheld addressing the matter of exactly what and from where your post-shackling abundance is derived from.” Thacea responded politely, though that politeness hid a level of blunt incredulity that even I could detect. “At least, I assume this to be a matter of purposeful omission on your part.”
That reveal blindsided me, as I was hit face-first with Thacea’s astuteness in the face of what was effectively a paradigm altering series of revelations. The princess’ calm collectedness had already impressed me by this point, but it was these little moments that just really sealed my respect for her capabilities.
I could only hope to match it.
“Oh! That topic. Yeah erm… you’re right on the money with that one, Thacea.” I admitted with a respectful dip of my head. “I appreciate the thoughtfulness there.”
“The pleasure is all mine, Emma. I understand the… hesitancy on addressing such matters.” The princess returned the nod. “Though I admit, I was only able to reach the conclusion that I did, as a result of the pieces of a grander puzzle you have laid out since that fateful first day.” That vague statement elicited yet another cock of my head, which only prompted Thacea to continue further.
“The question of platinum as an indicator for your realms’ advancement was never a matter of concern to me. Our discussions on the topic of metallurgy, stemming from the very first glimpses you provided me of your realm, had already cemented the notion that your people truly do possess advanced manaless metallurgical processes. Moreover, it is the matter of brute-force procurement that lies at the heart of my issues with your claims, Emma. The fact of the matter is, even with your advanced processing capabilities, you remain shackled by the very limitation that all realms face. A limitation that pinnacle transmutation addresses — the functional limit of a realm’s material resources.” The princess surmised, her eyes never once wavering, her piercing gaze locking on to my own with a mix of disbelief and burning curiosity.
“Yeah, that’s… actually a point that I was expecting one of you to bring up eventually.” I admitted, reaching for the back of my head, but once again, only bonking it in the process.
“It is, in fact, a rather large point of contention once the shock of your treasury wears off.” The princess acknowledged. “But in any case, my point of contention lies with this functional impasse, Emma. Logically speaking, post-shackling is a state which can only exist if and when the precious metal in question is truly abundant. By that definition, a single realm can never truly reach post-shackling, given the aforementioned constraints of a limited, finite pool of metals capable of being harvested from the earth. However—” The princess paused, a glint in her eyes indicating that she was reaching the climax of this confrontation.
“—I am assuming that this functional limitation does not apply to your realm.” Thacea spoke with a sense of finality and conviction, one that reached its precipice with a parroting and paraphrasing of a line that I distinctly recall from a week ago. “After all, it is by your admission that your kind has already crossed the distance of stars, as if they were the distance of oceans.”
My heart skipped a beat as I heard those words repackaged and repeated outside of its original context. Moreover, I could palpably feel the undercurrents of desire for the truth, stemming from not only the avinor’s gaze, but in each and every one of her words.
“Your logic is sound, Thacea.” I began with a firm nod, quickly readjusting my sprawled out form, into something that was more presentable to the astute and observant royal. “You’re correct in assuming that achieving post-shackling of any rare metal would be nigh impossible so long as you’re confined to a single realm. Transmutation is clearly a cheat code out of this trap, but otherwise, if you’re mana-less or lack this whole pinnacle transmutation thing… you’ll run into that wall eventually, and there’s really no getting around that.” I admitted with a shrug.
“We knew, ever since the first machines of the industrial era were fired up, that we’d run out of resources eventually. We understood well that while sustainability was a possibility within a single world, that our desire for mutual and collective betterment would reach a functional impasse if we were to remain stuck in our cradle.” I took a moment to pause, as I attempted to recall Thacea’s own comments during our private sight-seer adventure. “Your people were right when you yearned for the void beyond the sky, Thacea. For despite its inhospitality, its cold and dead nature, its resistance to exploration without the input of great and considerable effort… and the difficulties in even breaching it in the first place… the rewards are immense.”
Thacea’s eyes at this point had remained open throughout all of this, her gaze unwavering, as her feathers were stuck taut to her form, as if bracing for an impact.
“In exploring the void, in crossing the distance between stars, we encountered only barren and desolate lands. Some were realms of red dirt, with no air, no water, and not a hint of life save for traces of what was perhaps once life within the microverse. Others were realms of unending storms, torrential downpours of acid instead of rain, with temperatures so immense that even metals would melt beneath its sweltering atmosphere. Others still, were realms of icy tombs, harboring dead oceans and an unending dark abyss which for eons has never seen the light of day. Yet it was the first of these dead worlds where we began our tentative forays into material post-shackling. A world which our ancestors had been infatuated with from the very onset of our species…” I paused, grabbing my tablet as I set it down on the table, accessing an image of a night sky, before pointing towards a lone white circle hovering overhead.
“Your moon?” Thacea questioned.
“Yes. I… am not sure just how much the Nexus has damaged your kinds’ advancements in the field of astronomy, but the moon is—”
“A realm unto its own, yes.” Thacea interjected. “That’s what the empiricalists believed after close scrutiny using early forms of manaless far-seer devices. Though many, even at the height of empiricalism, chose to believe otherwise.”
“Right.” I nodded. “Well, your astronomers were right, Thacea. The moon is a realm unto its own. A smaller realm, sure, but a realm all the same. While some celestial bodies, er, ‘realms’, may differ with regards to the material composition of their crusts, the fact of the matter is, once you have the capability to reach these ‘realms’, you effectively—”
“Have a near limitless number of realms to extract resources from…” Thacea muttered out under a bated breath, her eyes completely locked to the now-floating hologram of a pre-settled Luna. An alien sight even for me, as Luna without its signature rings, or its seemingly endless seas of crater-cities, felt… off.
“This renders the former option, the brute-force extraction of metals from the earth, as a valid solution to rival pinnacle transmutation.” The princess surmised, before her eyes finally disengaged from its vice grip of the hologram, and once more entered a state of deep thought. “But the scale at which you would need to extract such metals to render them functionally worthless would be…”
“Immense.” I finished Thacea’s sentence for her.
“Yes.” She nodded in response.
“Yeah. It is. In fact, traditional resource extraction, whilst scalable, can’t really compare to the new form of extraction that’s only possible due to the nature of the void.” I clarified, igniting a new phase in the princess’ fiery curiosity.
“Do tell.” She urged.
“Right, so, you understand that aside from the moon that hovers above your realm, that there exists other ‘realms’, other… planets, which are effectively ‘neighbors’ to your own, correct?”
“That was another theory, and it only makes sense that if a realm can hover above ours, that others similar to it may exist just out of sight, yes.” Thacea acknowledged with a nod.
“Alright, well, the void between those realms, similar to the void which separates your realm from your moon, isn’t truly vast nor empty.” I began. “There exists… smaller, miniature realms as it were. Some barely the size of this castle, whilst others the size of entire continents. All of them, however, share a similar characteristic — they’re all just solid chunks of rock and ice floating through the void.”
“I’d imagine an apt metaphor would be something along the lines of islands populating an ocean between the vast expanses of water separating continents?” Thacea surmised.
“Yeah! That's actually very apt.” I acknowledged with a nod before continuing. “However, unlike islands, these miniature realms, asteroids as we call them, are quite literally just chunks of rock just floating in a void of near-nothingness. Some of these rocks are, of course, worthless. But many, many of them, contain valuable metals, in such high concentrations that they rival traditional forms of metal extraction from planets, er, realms. Thus, as our abilities to traverse the void grew, so too did our abilities to find, isolate, and capture these asteroids grow with it.” I paused, considering what I was about to say next with great caution. “We’ve reached a point now where we can process any one of these asteroids with ease. We have… ships, what we refer to as extra-atmospheric vessels, or EAVs, which are purpose-designed with the intent of consuming these asteroids either by piecemeal, or whole.”
Thacea closed her eyes at the tail end of that explanation, moving her hands to rest her forehead, as she let out a high-pitched breath almost similar to a cross between a boiling kettle and a bird call.
“These… asteroids… range from the size of castles to entire continents, yes?” Thacea inquired.
“Yeah. Usually somewhere in between. It’s a huge spectrum really, but—”
“And you are claiming that not only do you have ships which traverse the void, but are instead also capable of consuming these… miniature realms, whole?” Thacea uttered out with a palpable tone of dread coloring her voice.
“Well, to be clear, that’s only for smaller asteroids. Usually the procedure is to process it piecemeal using multiple ships and an insane number of drones, before hauling those chunks back to er… void-based refineries that then process the ores we collect into the metals which you see here.” I gestured back towards the wealth cube.
Thacea took another moment to catch her breath, before revealing a pair of tired and drained eyes which looked as if they were on the verge of disbelief.
“I’m sorry if this sounds a bit too far-fetched, but it is the truth, Thacea.” I offered out in reassurance.
“I know.” The princess admitted. “That’s what makes this all so… jarring.” She acknowledged. “The validation of my empiricalist ancestors’ theories, whilst satisfying, ushers in a sense of existential crisis the likes of which I can only imagine to be reality-shattering for those otherwise used to the inter-realm paradigm set forth by the Nexus. Moreover, whilst your explanations do satisfy and addresses my primary concern with your claims… it opens up so many more questions which I find… difficult to appropriately address.” The princess paused, once more sinking her face into her hands. “Your decision to abstain from divulging this vital piece of the story, is most certainly a prudent one, Emma.” She concluded with a sharp exhale.
“I appreciate that, Thacea.” I responded politely, prompting the princess to nod once in response.
“However, when the time comes, where the shock of your treasury wanes… this matter must be broached and addressed in a manner in which the rest of the group may be able to… process.”
“And I’m assuming not everyone has the same degree of prerequisite knowledge you have, Thacea.”
“Some might.” The princess corrected. “However, as it pertains to the likes of Thalmin and Ilunor, I believe that a more… illustrative approach should be pursued.” Thacea quickly gestured towards the tarped-over ZNK-19 holoprojector. “I believe that when the time comes to broach this, it might be best to start from the beginning. The beginning of… however it was you managed to breach the barrier between the skies and the void in the first place.”
I nodded in agreement, as I reached for the tablet once more.
“That was what I was planning, yeah.” I acknowledged. “Similar to how my first demonstration went, I was hoping to gradually ease everyone into the notion of void travel, by starting from our first tentative steps, to where we are now today.” I reasoned, before taking a moment to let out a huge breath. “Regardless though, I am… glad that we had this conversation Thacea.”
“The pleasure is all mine, Emma.” Thacea dipped her head once more, as she slowly, but surely attempted to get back into the swing of things. “With that being said, I do have one final question.”
“Sure thing. I’m all ears.”
“You have hinted before, as you have hinted now, that the realms you’ve encountered floating within the void, are varying sorts of barren and desolate wastelands. Have you not once discovered a realm bearing life?”
“No.” I answered simply. “Best we’ve found was microscopic ecosystems, er, microverse-scale life. Other than that, all we’ve inherited from the stars are barren rocks. Though from those barren rocks, we’ve managed to carve and construct pockets of our home, instances of habitable oases built to not only allow permanent habitation — but as works of living and evolving marvels of our defiance against the inhospitable reality of the void.”
Thacea took a moment to ponder that, to really consider that, before simply nodding. “I recall seeing one already, that band of sky, which you claim to have built and inhabited.”
“That is one such example of it, albeit much closer to home than most.”
“I see.”
Silence eventually descended on us, but it was clear that even in this seemingly peaceful state, the princess was now wracked with busying internal thoughts. Her features, whilst back to its resting congenial expression, betraying all of the sorts of processes that must be happening within.
“It must be quite a stroke of ironic frustration then, that the first life-harboring place you’ve discovered, is one so hostile to your very being.” The princess acknowledged.
“The thought does hit me sometimes. Especially when I’m faced with Nexian-grade shenanigans. But it’s moments like these that truly make the mission worth it.” I offered with a smile.
To which the princess reciprocated.
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The Transgracian Academy for the Magical Arts. Grand Concourse Terminal. Local Time: 0610 Hours.
Emma
That was the longest bout of sleep I’ve had yet.
A grand total of nearly nine hours, on top of the three hour nap earlier in the day, was definitely enough to catch up on my sleep debt.
However, no amount of sleep could prepare me for what awaited us at this section of the castle I hadn’t yet seen.
The Main Concourse Terminal was, once again, another architectural masterpiece. With intricately carved stone and ornamented railings that was just short of cluttered, but sorta worked considering how large and expansive the whole place was.
It reminded me of a half-sized transport hub, especially with the two platforms that dominated the otherwise empty space.
However, before we could proceed to the platform, or even examine it close-up, we were hit with a burst of mana radiation, coinciding with the appearance of a ticketing booth, and a familiar apprentice whose voice soon filled the otherwise serene and silent surroundings.
“WHY HELLO HELLO THERE! WHAT’S ALL THIS THEN?!” He practically yelled out. “Some bumbling band deciding to take a trip to the town, unsupervised, without any tickets?!”
It was at this point however, that Ilunor started showing his true disgruntled colors, as he approached the ticketing booth, and demanded that I raise him up to face the apprentice.
I did so silently, as the little grumpy noble was now eye-to-eye with the apprentice, prompting some sort of a stare-off. “We are first years, you bumbling idiot. Now check your schedule, and check your daily orders.”
A small grumble soon emerged from within the ticketing booth, as the apprentice narrowed his eyes on a seemingly endless list, before nodding in agreement. “Hmm… well how was I supposed to know? In all my time at the academy, first years never arrive this early for the town trip. Even I never arrive early for ticketing duties.”
“Well then why are you here now?”
“Because you tripped my alarm, you knobheads! Ruining my beauty sleep and for what? Just to tell me that you’re being oh so responsible by going to the town early?!”
This back and forth continued for way too long, until finally, he let us through with a series of frustrated breaths.
“Well off you go then! And don’t let me catch you causing trouble!”
The question of exactly what form of transit the platforms were built to service however, was soon answered as two massive doors were opened, revealing what appeared to be a glowing cable that immediately connected itself to two beams that jutted out of the recesses of the platform.
From there, what I could only describe as egregiously decorated cable cars ascended upwards, through a layer of fog, before settling next to the platforms we currently stood at.
“Huh.” I acknowledged with a cock of my head. “Well I guess that’s honestly one effective means of transport.” I shrugged.
A part of me was waiting for Ilunor to lambast me with inane comments about how cable cars were simply beyond Earth’s technical capacity.
However, such a claim wasn’t voiced.
Which meant that thankfully, the lessons were finally sinking in.
Despite that though, the Vunerian still managed to find a way to undermine my expectations, as he simply walked right past the cable cars, and towards a set of unassuming doors a twenty or so feet down the platform.
“I told you to use the bathroom before we left for the trip, Ilunor.” I sighed.
“You embarrass yourself by making such sarcastic jabs, earthrealmer.” The Vunerian hissed, demonstrating how he was clearly not much of a morning person. “These aren’t the doors to the powder room, earthrelamer, though I should expect having to explain such trivialities would be a commonplace occurrence anyways…” He muttered out, before opening the door wide for the rest of us to see.
Beyond the door… was what I could only describe as another terminal, similar, but fundamentally different. But beyond the granite and deepslate however, was a completely different scene altogether.
Beyond it… was what was clearly a paved road, with carriages moving to and fro. A road that was unmistakably part of the town, and not part of the Academy.
Moreover, as I took a look around, it was clear that the door was positioned in such a way that there was no way there was a room behind it.
If traditional physics was in play, then it should’ve just led to a sheer-face cliff on the other side of that wall.
“As I said, Elaseer is only a step away, earthrealmer.” The Vunerian chuckled.
Comments
Brandon N.
Nuclear technology converts matter to energy on a regular basis already. The lack of new physics is likely to be the main limiting factor for portal technology.
Google Google
I'll take that back you're right.
Michael Halpern
its not magic that causes stagnation but status eternia
Google Google
Michael Halpern
Thecea has noticed Emma's exacting verbage, she says exactly what she means, without embellishing it, in as few words as possible. It isn't the devaluing of mineral commodities that lead Thecea to that conclusion, but Emma's assertion of having achieved resource parity.
Ironfist95
The discussed level of mineral abundance is grossly excessive. Material goods would some finite correlation with population, the earlier reveal of the sheer number of humans in the city necessitates materials have a low value, for otherwise such a population would be impossible. How many people live in this magic society? billions per planet? We currently have 8 billion, and are doing alright without extraterrestrial resources. Thacea would be wring in assuming such material abundance would necessitate mining other realms. No need to have an infinite supply of materials to cause the devaluation of that material, supply must simply be greater than demand
Michael Halpern
depends on how much is generated it could be weak enough to mistaken for background, only someone intimately familiar with type 30 would be able to tell its there
Bbobsillypants
If earthrealm has *tainted* mana then i dont think earthrealmers generate it, since the armor cant stop it and the nexians would see it, and their are physical aspects to mana manipulation that humans clearly lack, but they can definetly interact with it and feel it. Here is an excerpt from this chapter. "I could palpably FEEL the undercurrents of desire for the truth, stemming from not only the avinor’s gaze, but in each and every one of her words." I capatalized the world *feel* but in the text its italisized. Like the authors trying to hint something.
Dennis Hornsby
I'm pretty sure that mana type 30 is corrupted mana, because the first time we see it is at the enrollment (?) ceremony when thacea signs the paper and it interacts with her corruption
Michael Halpern
unfortunately, they were early industrial at best,
Michael Halpern
more "do you want to ditch the Nexian Reformations but still want the resources?
Michael Halpern
doubt it was a mistype more likely is that it's a tease
Anton
Or its just a mistype.
Michael Halpern
@Remi technically 1 Nexian aristocrat, and 2 adjacent realm royals,
Michael Halpern
the problem isn't so much the gravitational pull to hold the atmosphere, but the magnetic field to keep solar winds from blowing it away
ghost01173430
I think that reduces it to half the amount of time. The only thing that could go wrong would be if underground primitives are discovered after the terraforming is successful :'(
Tazeell
Poor birds shoulda gone up, ah well, cool that they are actually aware of this stuff. Thacea still the best
Michael Halpern
this isn't the first time Thacea has responded to Emma as if the armor wasn't masking her expressions, however Thacea is the ONLY one whom has been able to do it, and she's been doing it since the first day, I suspect that Thacea can sense Emma's aura, even if its only on the subconscious level, but its weak and only mana type 30
Relvezz
That's not true at all. It would only take a few years to warm Mars to habitable temperatures using the metal in the Martian soil. Scientists predict they could warm Mars by over 10 degree's Celsius in a few months. Would plants be able to survive on a warm Mars? The answer is yes. Would humans? No, Mar's lacks the gravitational pull to maintain a dense enough atmosphere.
Michael Halpern
you still need context, the first 5 decades or so of spaceflight are because of the cold war,
Logos
Comic relief
Anton
"...I offered with a smile...To which the princess reciprocated." -Princess can't see the smile to reciprocate it.
TrestoW
Dunmaglass
Remi
Once you get it big enough, you would barely notice the difference
Remi
Less if you got excess exotic gasses
erickjosemolina
Sospecho que ese viaje no saldrá bien
Bbobsillypants
The gravity gets all weird and sideways
Centuri
I wouldn’t argue O’Neil cylinders have perfect gravity however you bring up an excellent point.
Allen Mainville
🎶 Do you wanna build a spaceship? 🎶
Allen Mainville
I’m imagining it being sorta like the demo reel that plays if you sit on the start screen for the game “Star Ocean: Til the End of Time”, where it shows the beginnings of space travel starting with Sputnik all the way to interstellar craft, and all the important steps in between.
Michael Halpern
we've had E=MC² for a while, both directions.
ghost01173430
3600 days and 10k of energy is all it takes. Easy as pie. 🧐
Michael Halpern
the issue with terraforming is that it takes so long, you'll culturally diverge to not see the point unless you are dealing with what is already essentially a proto-Earth
Venidlara
Huh, I believe there's a theory on how to make "Portals" (large enough Wormholes where a person might be able to walk through), but the conclusion was that it was too energetically expensive Additionally, could Humanity not have the start of transforming Matter into Energy, and vice-versa?
ghost01173430
Heck, Earth got the worst start ever. No guaranteed inhabitable world in Alpha Centauri or Sirius and no technology to fully terraform Mars, Venus or Proxima Centauri B, just habitats :') but fear not, Earth will keep moving forwards.
Lorventus
Report: Nexians appear to be able to create stable folds in space time that allow one to step through a door and each side be miles away. Maximum range unknown, possibly uncapped.
Remi
Cant wait to see Rila's reaction when Emma brings 3 Nexian Aristocrats to her doorstep. Should be both funny and insightful into Nexian social dynamics
Remi
Underpaid
Remi
Why bother terraforming when you can create 5000 O'Neil Cylinders for a fraction of the time and effort? And you get perfectly controlled gravity, weather, air, ect.
Michael Halpern
I suspect the bigger reason is because it isn't possible for the Nexus, or at least not without spoiling the game, the "farlands" are likely just other planets in the Nexus' realm linked through giant portals
Michael Halpern
hmm worth noting, Emma probably didn't trip the alarm, the other three did, if Emma wanted or needed to, she could use the active camouflage poncho to slip through and wait for someone to open the door.
Bbobsillypants
That is a prompt question, why would the nexus be so uniterested in space travel, is it because they dont want any adjacent realms to escape thier realm of influence, or is it a more pratical concern. The Nexus is said to have such large amounts of ambient mana due to its geology. And given how mana spreads out, its possible that space simply lacks significant amounts of mana the futher you get from a planet that produces it.
Michael Halpern
that works tell them if Aetheron is in the Milky Way or one of our satellite galaxies, but the universe is BIG, you would need to send a probe to measure CMB to verify if its the same universe otherwise
lukeskylicker
I believe I saw (on one of the earlier chapters) that FTL humans going outside the normal sphere of influence would be important eventually.
Tainted_But_Thriving
We need Thacea to show her night sky to Emma so EVI can triangulate and figure out if Aetheron is in their universe. That’s the info to send back home first.
Bbobsillypants
I wonder if earthrealm has fully or partially terraformed some planets. weird if thier building megastructures on the scale of planetary rings many times over, but they dont have a breathable atmopshere on mars or something.
Michael Halpern
probably going to have to get into WW2 and the cold war,
UC-79
Illunor and thalmin are in for a shock next holoprojector visit. Their reactions are gonna be great. "Don't be absurd newrealmer, even the most mindless simpleton knows the grand tapestry has no ambient ma-... it's... manaless..."
Michael Halpern
and likely in multiple places at once.
Michael Halpern
something to offer prospective allies, jump start their own space programs
UC-79
Overworked 🗿
Garrett Sommerkamp
"He weighs less than a heavy claymore" Giant anime swords confirmed
Nul Atlas
Neat
Brachy LP
An Amazing Chapter as Usual Thaecia continues to be THE GOAT
David Ellis
Nit: "These insights into what is for all intenses, ostensibly a manaless Nexus," should be "These insights into what is for all intents, ostensibly a manaless Nexus."
Michael Halpern
and reunion with Rila
Michael Halpern
so im going to guess Emma is going to skip deringables when that discussion comes up,
Michael Halpern
correct
Michael Halpern
The Dean's apprentice has too many roles, its suspicious. what exactly is he?
Melody Mae
Fun chappy. Excited to do some SHOPPINGGGGGG
Steve Desamos
Correct me if I’m wrong, but Thacea still can’t see if Emma is smiling, right? It’s all body language
Ariel Huerta
First!
