Aquatic locomotion Puns

It is my understanding that the higher the temperature of water, the lower the density, with the opposite being true as well. It is also my understanding that if two samples of water of different densities, one lower and one higher, were to come into contact, molecules belonging to the sample of higher density would begin migrating to that of lower density due simply to diffusion, and thus would the density of both samples become equal. With that in mind, would it be possible for an aquatic organism, preferably one that is rather large and pelagic, to achieve forward motion by heating up water at the front of its body such that the water at the anterior is of lower density, thus pushing the organism forwards as the water at the posterior end, which is colder and of higher density, pushes its way to the anterior to achieve equal density (such equal density never happens of course, given that the organism keeps moving forward)? My question is thus whether anything could move to any degree with this method, and if so, could it be enough to propel an organism at a desirable speed? I suppose it would take a very long time to accelerate to the desirable velocity given this method, and it would be incredibly difficult to turn. But all that aside, is this method of aquatic locomotion plausible nonetheless?

This interests me because if it really is a viable method of locomotion, one could design an organism with no visible limbs adapted for locomotion, thus giving the creature the impression of simply moving at will with no physical facilitation from fins, flippers, jet propulsion, or the like. Ascribed to some form of large, pelagic filter feeder, perhaps comparable in niche and size with Leedsichthys spp., I personally find this image to be quite surreal and fascinatingly haunting.

https://www.nature.com/articles/s41586-020-2190-3

DOI: 10.1038/s41586-020-2190-3

I understand the Aurora knew about the degassi crew, but what good would boat-lifepods be in the vacuum of space?

Probably budget cuts or something

We see dolphins do this all of the time. People usually say it's for "fun", but that smells of anthropomorphism to me. I've seen large pods of dolphins off in the distance all jumping en masse as they cross large distances more-or-less in a straight path, as if they were trying to get to a key hunting area or something.

Does temporarily leaving the water for a ~100x less viscous fluid (air) offset the energy lost by repeatedly deviating from a direct path parallel to the water surface?

#Respect Drew Lipsky, aka Dr. Drakken

##"You think you're all that, but you're not!"

Drew Theodore P. Lipsky is the arch-nemesis of teen hero Kim Possible. Going by the alias Dr. Drakken, he spends his time coming up with insane schemes to take over the world with the aid of his snarky sidekick Shego. Despite claiming to be an evil genius, he often relies on stealing the technology of others to accomplish his goals instead of inventing or even buying his own due to his incompetence or cheapness.

#Sources

Hover over a feat to view its source.

Television

• Kim Possible (2002) = S#E#
• So the Drama (2005) = StD
• Lilo & Stitch: The Series (2003) season 2 episode 20 = L&S

Video Games

• Disney's Kim Possible: Revenge of Monkey Fist (2002) = RoMF
• Disney's Kim Possible 2: Drakken's Demise (2004) = DD
• Disney's Kim Possible 3: Team Possible (2005) = TP
• Disney's Kim Possible: Kimmunicator (2005) = K

Comics

• Kim Possible Adventures (2019) = Comic

#Intelligence

Engineering

• Claims to have built a ray that allowed him to control rubber products in the 4th grade.
• Built prototypes of the Bebe robots during his college days.
• Builds a robotic tick using another scientist's designs.
• Replicates the Neural Compliance Chip.
• Launches an alien spaceship.
• Builds a sonic annihilator into order to brew the perfect chocolate milk.
• Capable of building an Arctic Weather Device, but struggles getting a VCR to work.
• Gets a bunch of soldiers off a train by bypassing the cooling system to overload the engine.

Planning & Strategy

• Plans a train heist.
• Devises a complicated plan to increase the mosquito population for some greater, undefined purpose.
• Orchestrates a plot even Shego couldn't figure out on her own.
• [Tricks two other villains into stealing Nana Possible's photo albu

Greetings, friends, family, and, evidently, fans? I am so touched and humbled that you all are so excited to read my writing. I will find more time to bring such joy, in hopes that I may find the same. Now, I'm aware that I have no set upload schedule, nor can I promise one. That said, I hope you enjoy.

Now, for an entry that will make the series feel a touch more HFY without deviating in the slightest from probable chance or known science!

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Jarxza Csorva of the Xi Conglomerate was seething. Her immense tentacles lashed against the walls of her chamber and against each other. She bellowed in sonic and psychic rage, the phsycically active and air gapped walls keeping her outburst nice and private.

After a good, long, cathartic tantrum, Csorva calmed herself. She knew it was partially her upbringing on Plura and partially long cycles of rule and corporate dramatics that left her prone to such, but she knew the value of catharsis, and did not hold herself, at least in private, to the rigid standard of calculating calm that her peers found so imperious. It helped her to clear her mind and consider all solutions. It also helped her genuinely maintain calm when it was important. Many of her siblings both before and after uplift had been easily provoked. It was why she was there, and they were not. Some of them had made wonderful meals, though.

The Jarxza turned her mind to the task of deciding the response and fate of Plura. Or rather, how the Xi Conglomerate would be seen in public reacting to Plura's discovery. There were three main angles to consider. First, interaction with these 'Humans'. It was rare that a species preffered sonics. It told Csorva that they would not be so easy to lie to. In addition, it was even more unlikely that a newly discovered species would instantly obtian direct influence in the Species Unified Council. In fact, it had never happened before. That meant that, even if it pained her, she would have to publicly consider these newcomers as true equals, whatever their differences in strength, intellect, or ability. They had a voice. That lead to the second angle: the reaction in the face of the Council. The main two tactics in mind were the same as always: exploitation and pacification. If the Humans could not be made vassals or surrogates of some kind, and the counci

This is the fifth iteration in this series. I hope that readers enjoy. It's been quite some time, but someone reached out to me and told me someone still cared about this universe. Thus, it continues!

Back to an interesting realm!

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Starlight-Through-the-Water slammed her gripping appendages against her carapace. It was the equivalent of a facepalm or vigorous temple rub for a human. A species that she had literally just heard about. Humans had managed to prove all of the odds wrong by evolving as a species above the water, of all things. She had heard of amphibious beings, who were able to go a short time in a gasseous environment before being submerged in water again. She had even heard of some beings who could live an entire life stage as an arthropodal pupoid in a gasseous environment. And while most species could stand a few minutes above the surface of the atmosphere, she had never, never heard of a spaceworthy race that lived their entire lives living in gas.

Starlight reluctantly looked again at the holographic display. Their very existence required the violation of hundreds of protocols normally used to divine if a species was ready for the stars. It was clear that the cardinal rule was kept: Do not lift them if they can think of nothing beyond themselves. It was how one discerned which species were truly sentient, and which were only extremely intelligent. Religion was the most common sign, as it meant that they thought beyond their lifespans and beyond their immideate surroundings. Poetry was another common sign, and there was plenty of overlap. Another common sign was mythology, which, again, had plenty of overlap. All three were present in staggering abundance with the humans. More than that, they had managed spaceflight themselves, a feat that only the very first spacefaring species had managed, some undoubtedly advanced culture lost entirely to time. Really, at this point, politically, it was just a matter of hoping that they would prove relatively friendly, not hoping that they would choose to ascend at all.

Starlight's rearmost locomotive appendages curled instinctively, thinking about how her own race, the Je'shwa, had refused the opportunity at first, the galaxy forced to come knocking again every ten thousand years. In hindsigh

While I have to agree that the emergence of an amphibious fish-analogue, coming on land to tap into new food sources and evade predators is the most direct and logical progression, I've lately been wondering how to spice things up a little.

For example, if by some weirdly rapid plant evolution a species of fully fledged mangroves had already taken hold on the coastlines, could a species go directly from an aquatic niche to a an arboreal one, moving via saltatory locomotion (or crawling up low-hanging branches) and occasionally dropping back into the water to rehydrate? Or could powered flight starting from an aquatic niche without a terrestrial intermediate stage be feasible?

If so, what unique aspects to consider? What selective pressures could facilitate these unusual evolutionary paths and are there any more unorthodox ways out of the sea that I have missed?

Namesake: Archaeopteryx by Lemon Demon

User: Honorary Professor the Archaeopteryx lithographica

Phenomenon stand

Stats:

Power: Ø

Precision: D

Speed: D

Range: Ø

Durability: ∞

Potential: E

Appearance:

Affected areas of the user's body turn an abyssal black with glowing neon outlines.

Ability:

Archaeopteryx functions as imperfect immortality, perfectly regenerating its user from any event that ends its life unnaturally. The user is prevented from truly dying, keeping their soul in place as the body is regenerated. While the stand does not prevent aging, the user's body (But not their mind) will physically revert to its condition at the point it obtained the stand (roughly 5 years old) upon activation. Additionally, the user can share this ability with one individual. Physical contact is required to make a connection, but the ability will persist over any distance once established. This transfer is undone at the user's will, or if another target is selected.

User information/backstory:

Long ago (149.2 million years ago, to be precise) in what would eventually be Europe, a barely functional theropod performed glides from tree to tree. The descriptor of 'barely functional' may seem harsh, though it is justified in this case. While it was perfectly healthy and its species was fairly successful, this specimen was nothing less than cosmically unlucky, living in a state beyond accident-prone. It was frequently swatted by branches, rammed itself into objects mid-flight, fell out of trees, got stuck in thunderstorms, and barely avoided being stepped on by larger animals. While a substantial portion of these incidents could be easily attributed to its bumbling and carefree nature, such couldn't truly account for the entirety of its misfortune. It's unlucky fate was made very clear when it was struck by a meteorite during one of its glides. The projectile was only four inches long after burning up in the atmosphere, and hit a bull's-eye on the bird midflight. Despite how naïve and stupid the bird may have been, this was in no way its fault. It hit the ground dead, scorched and impaled with the rock lodged in its body. Though, despite it's obvious death, it began to twitch. Scavengers were spooked away as it sprung to life, climbing a tree to resume its glide as if nothing had happened.

Millions of years passed without the bird noticing anything out of the ordinary. The archaeopteryx was killed repeate

EDIT: All reference links have been removed because they were confusing people by showing associated images on mobile. Sorry.

#The Setup

Our fishes all start on Earths identical to ours before the divergence. In fact, Earth 1 is our Earth, as we know it. Fish 1 is the lineage that leads to tetrapods on Earth 1. All of our fish ultimately invade land, and we will see how the differences among them lead to extreme differences in their land-dwelling descendants.

Fish 2 is the first to diverge from our timeline. In truth, Fish 2 is not yet a fish at the time of its divergence, some time around 575 million years ago. This Urochordate is just like the tunicates of Earth 1, except that its larvae are developmentally 'upside down' from those of the other Earths, similar to Ecdysozoans. Its nervous system is on the bottom, with its circulatory and respiratory system in the middle, and the digestive system on top. Its eyes wrap around a bit to be almost where they would be in the tunicate larvae of Earth 1. Fish 2 continues to evolve similarly to the fishes of Earth 1 otherwise. It develops a skull, spinal column, ribcage, and fins just like the fish of Earth 1, diversifying in the Ordovician into groups very much like those of Earth 1, only "upside down". This level of parallel evolution is unlikely, but it is a conceit of this miniproject that Fish 2 remains otherwise as similar to Fish 1 as possible until the Carboniferous Period.

Fish 3, an Actinopterygian is the next fish to split from the lineage of Fish 1 in the Ordovician. On Earth 3, the Sarcopterygians do not survive the Ordovician-Silurian mass extinctions, and the Actinopterygians diversify in their place.

The last fish to diverge does so in the early Devonian. Fish 4 is a Dipnomorph Sarcopterygian, the same group that gave rise to modern lungfish on Earth 1. Earth 4 splits with the development of a group of flounder-like Porolepiformes in the Early to Mid Devonian, which is our group of interest.

##375-370 Million Years Ago

###Earth 1

The Stegocephalians are invading land. After the Late Devonian Extinction, they die out, and the Tetrapods take over the job.

###Earth 2

Our upside-down fish had an early advantage in taking to land. As their fins migrated down their body to deal with living in shallow coastal water, they rapidly developed two structures that might be called pelvises, where their finlegs attached to bone fused directly to the vertabrae. Getting started early has not put them ah

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Fleet Admiral Moser gazed at the computer screen in his office aboard the Hachiman, watching a recording sent to him of one of the many hastily assembled refit yards in Lunar Orbit. The UN Space Force's "Boneyard" was located on the dark side of the moon, close enough to be easy to guard, but still out of the public eye. Most of the ships there had been built by the various nations of Earth, before there was a united space force. They lay in various states of decommission, based on their age. A handful of them were positively ancient, little more than empty husks now, coming from well before humanity had discovered Dark Space, designed as little more than crude missile platforms intended more for area denial than proper combat. Their long-ago-gutted fission reactors and disassembled ion engines belied their age.

Most of them, however, were craft that had served in the Diln war. Their original purpose of killing other humans discarded in favor of the common good. They had faithfully served their creators through their darkest hour, and now they were being called upon once again. The youngest among them were already returning to service, needing only a reactor tune-up and rearmament. Those ships were being sent to the Diln border, freeing up the newer ships there for the vast armada the Admiral was assembling. The more elderly of the ships needed more work. Most of them had already been stripped of their reactors, which would have been repurposed for any number of tasks, and their most valuable systems would have been stripped away. A suggestion had made its way up to Moser's desk: rather than rushing to get the elderly ships out into the field as a stop gap, they could instead be refitted for newer, experimental tactics designed specifically to fight the Ivos, hopefully using the data from the coming battle to shape their design. Admiral Moser wished he knew the name of whichever junior officer had first made the suggestion, as that officer deserved a promotion. It was exactly the sort of long-term thinking that most of humanity's leadership had a dire lack of in this crisis.

The UN propaganda machine had taken to calling this armada the "Grand Fleet", and had even

I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.

Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.

This is the third iteration in this series. I hope readers enjoy.

This series was far more popular than I could have possibly been prepared for. At the time of this writing, the previous chapter has 700+ upvotes and has been on the internet for about 40 hours. I hope to be able to keep up with expectations. I do not plan on having any sort of regular upload schedule, as I write both in order to entertain myself, and in order to decompress. This may mean that I sometimes have an upload schedule comparable to the First Contact series by our dear Lord Ralts, but it may also mean that I might be completely absent for months or even years on end. I write to write, and can only hope that my readers enjoy. That said, I do honestly hope that you, dear reader, enjoy.

So it begins.

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Jeff woke up and checked his feed, as was his habit. He blinked, rubbed his eyes, and checked again. His personal had blown up with notifications, mostly text messages from loved ones, but also an unusual number of news alerts. He swung his legs, moving himself into a sitting position on his bed. He worked his way first through the text messages, which mostly were links to news alerts. He took a moment to steel himself, then looked at the headlines. His jaw dropped. It was mostly the same thing, again and again.

Aliens.

Honest-to-goodness aliens. Pictures, theories, explanations, and exclamations overcrowded his notification feed. Apparently, they were giant shrimp, and they were very friendly. What's more, they held a surprising revelation: they had never before met a land-bound sentient race. They had held long discourses with scientists, as well as with statesmen. Some Ambassador Akiro was apparently now the most powerful man in the race, at least for now. Head of First Contact and all of that.

Jeff shook his head and slowed down, looking for a live video. With this many reactions and that much data, there was no way that it was a hoax, but it never hurt to triple-check. Crueller pranks had been pulled. After some quick searching, he found one, a video feed of some Professor Akiro talking to Johnny Blues, a popular talk show host. Akiro was talking:

"--rently, it has a lot to do with the way that planets form at different sizes. Most planets in what we call the 'habitable zone' of a star, where water can be liqu

The nurse asked the rabbit, “what is your blood type?”

“I am probably a type O” said the rabbit.

The year 1866 was signalised by a remarkable incident, a mysterious and puzzling phenomenon, which doubtless no one has yet forgotten. Not to mention rumours which agitated the maritime population and excited the public mind, even in the interior of continents, seafaring men were particularly excited. Merchants, common sailors, captains of vessels, skippers, both of Europe and America, naval officers of all countries, and the Governments of several States on the two continents, were deeply interested in the matter.

For some time past vessels had been met by "an enormous thing," a long object, spindle-shaped, occasionally phosphorescent, and infinitely larger and more rapid in its movements than a whale.

The facts relating to this apparition (entered in various log-books) agreed in most respects as to the shape of the object or creature in question, the untiring rapidity of its movements, its surprising power of locomotion, and the peculiar life with which it seemed endowed. If it was a whale, it surpassed in size all those hitherto classified in science. Taking into consideration the mean of observations made at divers times—rejecting the timid estimate of those who assigned to this object a length of two hundred feet, equally with the exaggerated opinions which set it down as a mile in width and three in length—we might fairly conclude that this mysterious being surpassed greatly all dimensions admitted by the learned ones of the day, if it existed at all. And that it DID exist was an undeniable fact; and, with that tendency which disposes the human mind in favour of the marvellous, we can understand the excitement produced in the entire world by this supernatural apparition. As to classing it in the list of fables, the idea was out of the question.

On the 20th of July, 1866, the steamer Governor Higginson, of the Calcutta and Burnach Steam Navigation Company, had met this moving mass five miles off the east coast of Australia. Captain Baker thought at first that he was in the presence of an unknown sandbank; he even prepared to determine its exact position when two columns of water, projected by the mysterious object, shot with a hissing noise a hundred and fifty feet up into the air. Now, unless the sandbank had been submitted to the intermittent eruption of a geyser, the Governor Higginson had to do neither more nor less than with an aquatic mammal, unknown till then, which threw up from its blow-holes columns of water mixed with air and vapour.

Si

The doctor says it terminal.

Alot of great jokes get posted here! However just because you have a joke, doesn't mean it's a dad joke.

THIS IS NOT ABOUT NSFW, THIS IS ABOUT LONG JOKES, BLONDE JOKES, SEXUAL JOKES, KNOCK KNOCK JOKES, POLITICAL JOKES, ETC BEING POSTED IN A DAD JOKE SUB

Try telling these sexual jokes that get posted here, to your kid and see how your spouse likes it.. if that goes well, Try telling one of your friends kid about your sex life being like Coca cola, first it was normal, than light and now zero , and see if the parents are OK with you telling their kid the "dad joke"

I'm not even referencing the NSFW, I'm saying Dad jokes are corny, and sometimes painful, not sexual

So check out r/jokes for all types of jokes

r/unclejokes for dirty jokes

r/3amjokes for real weird and alot of OC

r/cleandadjokes If your really sick of seeing not dad jokes in r/dadjokes

Punchline !

Edit: this is not a post about NSFW , This is about jokes, knock knock jokes, blonde jokes, political jokes etc being posted in a dad joke sub

Edit 2: don't touch the thermostat

This is an update list of all currently known sentient species. For more information or details on each spieces, please refer to other logs.

Name: Antiloca

Preferred environment: 18.6°c, 6.13 m/s^2 gravity, 24.4% oxygen levels, terrestrial.

This is a bipedal, herbivorous, mammalian prey species. They are adapted for high speed running on open plains. They have horns which serve as mating displays and defence against predators.

Name: Aractide

Preferred environment: 19.1°c, 5.83 m/s^2 gravity, 26.1% oxygen levels, arboreal.

This is a octapedal, carnivorous, insectoid predatory species. They are adapted for climbing trees to place naturally made webs to catch small, flying lifeforms. Their strong carapace is used to protect against impacts from prey or falls.

Name: Foivora

Preferred environment: 16.9°c, 5.61 m/s^2 gravity, 23.9% oxygen levels, arboreal.

This is a bipedal, herbivorous, mammalian prey species. They are adapted for climbing and hiding in the trees. They have long, blunt claws for climbing and a thick fur coat for warmth.

Name: Verkton

Preferred environment: 17.5°c, 5.97 m/s^2 gravity, 20.8% oxygen levels, aquatic.

This is a tripedal, carnivorous, cartilaginous predatory species. They are adapted for quick swimming in clear oceans. They have streamlined arms which can be held against their sides for less drag while chasing prey.

Name: Ursion

Preferred environment: 14.3°c, 6.43 m/s^2 gravity, 24.7% oxygen levels, terrestrial.

This is a bipedal, omnivorous, mammalian predatory species. They are adapted for ambush hunting in forest. They have thick fat for warmth and as armour and energy storage.

Name:Varanide

Preferred environment: 22.1°c, 5.55 m/s^2 gravity, 22.6% oxygen levels, terrestrial.

This is a bipedal, carnivorous, reptilian, predatory species. They are adapted for high temperatures and a small biosphere. They are cold-blooded and have sharp claws for ripping into prey.

Name: Formicid

Preferred environment: 17.5°c, 5.82m/s^2 gravity, 26.3% oxygen levels, subterranean.

This is a hexapedal, herbivorous, insectoid, prey species. They are adapted for digging and building underground. They have slimy and acidic saliva for processing and securing tunnels.

Name: Neuroter

Preferred environment: 18.4°c, 5.83 m/s^2 gravity, 26.1% oxygen levels, subterranean.

This is a hexapedal, carnivorous, insectoid, predatory species. They are adapted for digging burrows and building traps. They have strong mandibles for restraini

Do your worst!

How the hell am I suppose to know when it’s raining in Sweden?

Mathematical puns makes me number

We told her she can lean on us for support. Although, we are going to have to change her driver's license, her height is going down by a foot. I don't want to go too far out on a limb here but it better not be a hack job.

Ants don’t even have the concept fathers, let alone a good dad joke. Keep r/ants out of my r/dadjokes.

But no, seriously. I understand rule 7 is great to have intelligent discussion, but sometimes it feels like 1 in 10 posts here is someone getting upset about the jokes on this sub. Let the mods deal with it, they regulate the sub.

They were cooked in Greece.

I'm surprised it hasn't decade.

He lost May

Now that I listen to albums, I hardly ever leave the house.

Mentos

(I will see myself out)

Said if she ever hosts a gender reveal party, when it comes time to pop the balloon she'll spray everyone with water.

Gender is fluid.

Two muffins are in an oven, one muffin looks at the other and says "is it just me, or is it hot in here?"

Then the other muffin says "AHH, TALKING MUFFIN!!!"

Don't you know a good pun is its own reword?

For context I'm a Refuse Driver (Garbage man) & today I was on food waste. After I'd tipped I was checking the wagon for any defects when I spotted a lone pea balanced on the lifts.

I said "hey look, an escaPEA"

No one near me but it didn't half make me laugh for a good hour or so!

Edit: I can't believe how much this has blown up. Thank you everyone I've had a blast reading through the replies 😂

But let me give it a shot.

It really does, I swear!

He’s the new temp.

A huge locomotive with several carts that follows a track around the map. Each cart having scientists and loot spawns that respawn with each locked crate that spawns, signified by a train horn (Like cargo). It’d occur every few hours and would have 2-3 locked crates. I think a good way to balance it would be how cargo makes it so it’s only really obtainable to get on with an aquatic vehicle or helis. Instead of these, you can match the trains speed with a horse or car allowing you to press your use button on a ladder to enter the carts.

To avoid people exploiting certain game mechanics, like sleeping in the water for cargo then rejoining when it’s ontop of them allowing them to noclip into cargo, you make the train do damage and kill people sitting in front of it, including sleepers.

A/N: Enough is enough. I have been hemming and hawwing about 'maybe, someday' writing an HFY Story. I find myself currently without obligations for a few hours at my place of occupation. I will be writing. It will not be my best. It will not be my most captivating. That said, it will be done. And I will finally be able to know that I can get myself to write.
I will be as scientifically accurate as the realm of my knowledge allows.
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Heath woke with a start. Warning klaxons blaring, lights flashing, and generalized chaos assaulted his senses. He struggled out of his freshly-drained stasis pod, now strangely horizontal, and clambered to his feet, struggling to shake the last of his slumber away. He looked about himself, trying to understand what was happening, and why he was awake. The red lights and the warning klaxons were indicative of a hull breach, and a big one at that, but there was no evidence of the vaccum of space siphoning off his atmosphere. Rather, everything appeared as if it had been... jostled.

Violently.

Ideas and possibilities whirled through Heath's mind as he rushed to the control panel and inspected the touch-screen display. The comforting and familiar sight of his ship settled him somewhat, the jagged and box-like edges that would only ever be viable for travel in a void forming a rough ring shape. He searched the display in a panic for the location of the breach. A red outline indicated that the vegetable garden had been breached, but life-signs still showed green for each of the specimens. The water and atmosphere signs there were all greenlit as well, and there were signs of movement.

Heath blinked and looked more closely. There were definite signs of movement in the garden bay. Not individual or varied, only a mass of motion directly over the breach. Heath steeled himself and woke the ship's advanced AI.

"Trexa, wake up." A long series of colorful symbols and bright-sounding clicks and whirls emanated from the display as the AI woke. After a short moment, the blaring klaxons silenced, replaced by a vaguely feminine synthetic voice. "What is our situation, Heath?"

"I don't know," Heath replied. "Sensors indicate a hull breach in the garden bay, but no venting of atmo or loss of plant life. Any ideas?"

Trexa contemplated for a moment, signaled by a faint whirring and clicking added to her program to make her more relatable. "The best-case scenario? Comet collision that's melting slowly in

And now I’m cannelloni

Because she wanted to see the task manager.

But that’s comparing apples to oranges

And boy are my arms legs.

Amy