He's put out a few singles, but this one has Brittney as a guest vocalist. I like it. It's a departure from the UtA sound---serious 80s vibes. But as a child of the 80s I like it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=deot9fFeN68
This is a side project from Andrew Kingsley, the guitarist from Unleash the Archers, featuring Brittney Slayes, the singer from UtA on vocals. I like it. This feels like it would be in the climactic scene of an 80s movie.
Harry Kim tells an anecdote about one of his ancestors working on a sleeper ship in 2210, and its implied they were common at the time.
we've seen Starfleet before and after that time, apparently not using sleeper ships at all.
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Compressed air pushed in from all sides, spraying away the viscous mucous covering Commander Kedra Daxxon's stocky body. She coughed, gagging on the intubator until it was withdrawn from her throat. Bleary and disoriented, she felt life return to her muscles.
It was jarring, being awake.
She dimly recalled that this was natural. An expected side effect of extended dormancy.
Kedra disliked every aspect of the experience. She spat once and then licked her lips before she willed her body into action. Slowly she shifted her legs, moving with all of the grace of a drunken sloth of ice skates.
"This is awful." She mumbled as her feet touched the cool floor of the Hibernium. She could just make out the dull shapes of the other sleeping pods around her, each in various states of the reemergence protocol. Her crew would be joining her soon enough. The rest of the colonist would stay in hibernation until the initial colony was established.
Assuming it wasn't already established, she reminded herself. She was Plan B. Plan A, if it had worked, should already be humming along. One tenth the travel time at ten times the risk.
"Slow and steady. That's how you win the race," Kedra grumbled, shuffling toward the drawer beside her pod, bare-assed and flushed from the heat returning to her body.
"Della. Register Commander Kedra Daxxon."
A formal female voice responded. "Registered, Commander Kedra Daxxon."
"Status report. Brief it. I'll get to the long when I'm not tits out."
"Very well, Commander Daxxon. You are the first to emerge from hibernation. Core crew is being heated now. Expected ETA to readiness is thirty-eight minutes. There have been no fatalities among core crew. Pod failure rate among extended crew is 2.6%, within mission parameters and expected machinery breakage rate. Colonist pod failure rate is slightly elevated, at 6.8% due to the inferior pod components."
Kedra swore. She knew they'd cut corners on their way out of Earth, but she had hoped to keep the breakage under 5% for the colonists. That was over ten thousand deaths. Not a great start to an already miserable mission.
"Any bugs?"
"Medical scans of all core crew indicate no presence of Corona-XX or its various mutations."
The Commander exhaled a deep breath she had not realized she was holding. At least that much had gone well. Taking the thing that had pushed them off their last planet with them would have been a horrifying start.
"What about Gaia? Any rea
... keep reading on reddit ➡I'm trying to recall a story I read at least 35 years ago as a teen-ager, about a "sleeper ship" controlled by a sentient computer, who wakes a female passenger for company, and conversation about life ensues.
One thing that stands out in my memory is a description of how the cold-sleep process negatively affected the woman's hair.
If I recall correctly, it was in an issue of Playboy from the early/mid 1970s (among my parents' stash of "adult magazines" I found in the basement -- yes, I "read" them mostly for the pictures, but found that they had some really good articles and stories too!)
Temptation and corruption have always gone hand-in-hand. This is self-evident, seems almost trite, but it also has a place in its own vicious circle; you want to ignore the fact, because it's tempting to do so, and maybe let just a tiny portion of your soul rot away. For now. You'll fix it later, find the time and will to repent and improve.
The first one was an accident. Mostly. We stumbled on a ship that didn't quite make it, its artificial pilot just functional enough to get the hulking sarcophagus into orbit before mostly shutting down. Stasis-sleep failure. The ship was just a collection a of corpses...and plenty of interesting technology to loot, not to mention actual valuables.
In hindsight, this was a disastrous kind of First Contact. It's difficult enough to have proper empathy from a creature that looks so different to yourself, I mean humans sometimes struggle with that even regarding the tiny differences of skin tone and facial structure in our own badly-inbred species. It's even more difficult when that creature is already dead, and the death is not your fault.
We killed about seventy thousand sentient beings that day. We didn't know it at the time. Would knowing have stopped us?
Maybe. I'd like to hope so. The human colonists who found the orbiting graveyard had only just enough supplies to get their colony off the ground; in those early days, "faster than light" did not actually mean "fast relative to the vastness of interstellar distances." Their ship had been following the strange currents of dark-matter shadowspace for years. Resupply was not a sure thing, and temptation seemed impossible to resist.
There are worse things than grave-robbing, right? The dead don't need their stuff, and your children and grandchildren could make good use of it on their brave new world. Not to mention the value of all that technology to your species as a whole, sent back on huge redundant flotillas of tiny messenger-drones.
But it wasn't the dead we were robbing.
The aliens knew their colony ship had failed. Their ship might go substantially slower than light, but its signals did not. They also knew the extent of the damage, which was catastrophic to the colonists and main control system, but had left much of the rest intact.
We knew they knew because we decoded their signals. What we didn't know, but perhaps should have gue
... keep reading on reddit ➡We know that during the latter days of pre-warp and early warp the use of extended duration spacecraft was a thing such as J-Class vessels designed for long duration hauls. So one could imagine that even though ships got faster there was still very much the drive (particularly among humans) to explore the greatest distances that didn't diminish even though technology moved forward. So with this in mind let's say the Federation decided to commission a starship specifically designed to travel extended duration and distances and crewed and tasked accordingly. One could imagine a return journey to explore the nearby Canis Major Dwarf Galaxy - a distance of 25,000 light years from Earth that is approximately 1/3 the distance that Voyager had to traverse and certainly reachable within the lifetime of most species willing to make the trip. So if such a mission was approved what might it look like?
Edit: as well as make it obsolete.
Edit: KHAAAAAAAN! I spelled it wrong. Forgive my laziness.
You never feel the initial jolt of the resuscitation machine. The wires and tubes insert themselves into the ports on your chest, replacing the various concoctions of hormones and anti-cryogenics with fresh, warm blood. The electric shocks course through the pace-maker nodes of your hearts, pumping said blood up to a rapidly warming brain. Potassium, sodium, and a heap of other nutrients are mixed in, adding fuel to your rapidly accelerating metabolism.
Thankfully, you don’t feel any of this, a cocktail of anesthetics inserting directly into your brain. Good thing too, it would hurt. A lot. Potassium would crawl like fire through your veins, your limbs too stiff and cold to move as your body screamed for air that would be forced into your lungs by the ventilator. No, no, it’s much, much better that you drift in darkness, barely aware as you are brought back from the brink of death.
That is until, suddenly, light.
Your lids crack open like the pages of some dusty tome, barely managing to pry their way open.
The room you find yourself in is clean and flickering red, slabs of metal with a complex suite of mechanical arms and tubing hovering over each. It is long finished with you, thankfully - it wouldn't have been a pleasant sight.
You get up, painfully slowly. Every muscle in your body has degenerated, despite the best efforts of the artificers and chem-maestros back home. The point was to keep them strong enough that you could work them back up to what they once were. You swing your legs up and around, the ground feeling much harder than it should’ve. Your first foggy thought is the painful exercise regime that will undoubtedly come.
Your second, clearer thought, is that something is very wrong.
The room is meant to be white, but a red light is flickering above the door, and the hallway light beyond is dark. And what’s worse, is that it is all in complete silence, no alarms, no nothing.
Where are the doctors, the nurses, to aid in the resuscitation?
Your training comes back to you as you take your first, unsteady steps towards the door. Too many thoughts are crashing around your head as you begin to hyperventilate, the airs sacs pushing their way through the folds in your abdomen.
Deep breaths, in and out, clear your mind, focus your purpose.
This had been part of your training too, the repose to ‘the jolt’, as the researchers had termed it.
You clutch at the edge of the table where you were put back together, hard and unforgiving. Slowly, your
... keep reading on reddit ➡I've read Non Stop by Brian Aldiss and Orphans of the Sky by Robert Heinlein and quite enjoyed them.
The United States won the space race. The human race won the interstellar contest.
Some say it's because humans have always been fearless. They stare at the stars, but their thoughts wander past them, wondering what the twinkling lights hid. Imagining if there were worlds undiscovered, lands unexplored, and species unknown.
Maybe. But I say it's because human love one word more than anything else.
Opportunity. And the unrevealed held it in spades.
When Earth discovered interstellar travel, like anything else human beings have touched, things inevitably went to shit. Sure, the ones who could afford to espoused its benefits in bringing us to a new age, generating knowledge, yada yada yada. In the end, we all wanted the same thing. Money. Which is just opportunity nicely wrapped up in convenient currency. I just took the most direct approach, that's all.
Honestly, it's easier than stealing from a baby. Actually, babies are surprisingly tough opponents when it came to trying to take something from them. Those little fingers, fresh from the cradle of life, grip onto their prized possessions like they are life and death.
To be fair, the people we are stealing from are much closer to death's door. Suspended animation, the fancy people call it. They just look like they are sleeping to me, except they only wake up in a century.
Is it wrong? Definitely. Is it lucrative? Undoubtedly. And frankly, I'll rather be in their shoes. In a hundred years, they'll wake up and realise that their shit was gone. Who knows? Maybe a century later, whatever I stole isn't even valuable any more. That's more likely, ain't it?
I can't really care, not really. At the very least, they can still sleep soundly? Me? I have no choice but to live through my life in excruciating normality.
I'll rather fall asleep and never wake up. But I can't. So I stare into the black abyss that is space. Lesser stars than you would've thought when you laid back on the grass, lifting your hand up to the sky, and trying to grasp the pinprick points of light with your bare hands.
Here, the only thing it holds is nothing.
So... I've been trying to google but right now I'm not even sure if this novel even exists. The closest thing I've found is a video game "Freelancer" that I've never played. This story is wrapped around multiple (at least 5, maybe a couple more) sleeper starships en route to a distant planet. They're competing against each other in such a sense that the ship that gets there soonest can colonize the best land and gain advantage over others. In such an attempt one ship has already blown up itself when trying to improve its dark matter engine and and one of the remaining ships still bears marks of that blast on its hull. The story is just about the journey, how the neighbouring ships each start to encounter different kinds of dystopias (disease, mechanical problems, revolution aboard) and little willingness to offer help to others. Also I'm sure the story included a persistent rumour among the ships that there was one more "dark" ark like theirs following them and one of the ships even sent a shuttle there to get supplies or something... In a desperate attempt to win the race to the planet one of the ships starts shedding weight to reduce the time needed for deceleration and this includes most of her sleepers, only to find out that the planet has already been colonized by faster ships sent decades after their colony left Earth.
Does this book even exist or have I made this all up? I'd appreciate any hints 😄
Assuming the civilization managed to spread out over quiet some distance and establish many colonies over time, all around their home planet, and arguable far away from each other at least.
Scenario A)
The Colonies are all so far apart from each other and the home planet, that they no longer are able to have connect with each other or the original home planet (assuming further sleeper ships spawned from any colonies evtl), every planet or solar system etc is independent from each other and they are incapable of communication with each other at the time - this is how i believe, it would be with our current technology if we would send sleeper ships away right now.
Scenario b)
the civilization has spread far apart, just as in scenario a, but the colonies and all are still capable (somehowever) to communication with all their colonies and the original home planet in some form or another (they may have developed an early form of subspace communication or something similar)
how would federation handle such a civilization in either scenario knowing that they are all connected etc?
I logged in near the "Jove observatory" in an HS system, there were no NPCs arount. I forgot to cloak. And then, i was trying to configure my overview to enable the large collidable structure to be able to rotate camera around this strange building, so I did not see them arrive.
Then this familiar sound let me understand that my pod was now naked. Good Bye ship. There were 3 _Autothysian Lancer_ around me.
That is where I am lost because the system information on the HUD did not mention any Triglavian ownership of the system (again, High Sec …).
So, I don't care about the loss (cheaply fitted explo Imicus) but I feel lost about this invasion thing. I've met lots of those ships around gate but despite their red icon they were not aggressive. Now they chase you in HS ? It is something I should get used to ? Also these are sleepers, not triglavian invaders, isn'it ?
the episode was 11:59. apparently one of harry kim's ancestors had to stay awake for months well the rest of the crew were in suspended animation. when they got where they were going it turned out there was no star there (god only knows how you could be confused about something like that?) so he just turned the ship around without waking anyone. when they got back to Earth the crew thought they hadn't left.
I also don't understand how a ship could last months with only one person conscious, don't they need a team of engineers to do constant maintenance?
In many of the videos on this channel, the topic of sleeper ships is discussed. Usually this is discussed in the context of classic sleeper ships.
A classic sleeper ship literally freezes people. You take a human being and take their body temperature well below freezing. Down to the temperature of liquid nitrogen or so. They can thus be preserved for centuries or millennia. In classic scifi, you go to sleep in the pod and just wake up at your destination millennia later.
Isaac does a good job at poking holes in this trope. Namely, it is insanely difficult to revive someone from a truly frozen state. Ice crystals form, and cell walls rupture. You have to have an incredibly advanced level of nanotech to revive someone from a truly cryogenic state. In fact, the tech required is so advanced, if you have it, you effectively have clinical immortality. Anyone who gets frozen on interstellar voyages gets frozen because they find travel boring, not because they will be dead long before they get there.
But this is dealing with scifi suspended animation, true cryogenics. There is another type, however, that might be achievable with today's technology. This is non-cryogenic suspended animation. Basically, the idea is to lower the body temperature drastically, while still keeping the temperature above freezing. The freezing itself is what causes the damage and cellular disruption. No freezing, no destruction of cells.
This would work in two different ways. One, you might just cool the body within a hair's breath of freezing. 0.5 degrees C. Or, you might be able to inject someone with a nontoxic antifreeze, thus allowing a bit more cooling ability. By simply lowering the body's temperature, even without freezing, you dramatically slow all of the body's processes, including metabolism and aging. Currently this is being explored as a tool for surgery or for emergency paramedic evacuation, but it has been proposed to use this as a form of suspended animation as well.
The trouble with near-zero temperatures is that they don't stop all metabolism. If your body is sitting at 0.05 C, your own biology will be at a virtual standstill. The problem is that the microbes that could attack your body won't necessarily be slowed the same amount. There are certain bacteria that are better optimized for low temperatures than your cells are. There actually are certain bacteria that can live in icy slushes found in Antarctica. While the bacteria in the human body aren't quite so o
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Could be coincidence, 10 seems like one of those "perfect numbers".
Shout out to the people on reddit who came together, shared intel and knowledge towards finding these events/secrets.
I recently made a guide video for my clan, thought I could help and kill two birds in one post.
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Oracle mini quest (Read description) https://youtu.be/nT7_mNbSwYE
Update* Confirmed that the oracle side mission bumps up to 36% even if you didn't clear the heroic and beat the side quest chest first. You will just have to do the oracle mission again once obtaining the catalyst.
Just a minor thing that's been bugging me about the setting of Mass Effect: Andromeda, and the concept of sleeper ships in general.
Because of the absurdly long time (600+ years with MEA) they've been asleep wouldn't the sleepers be significantly behind the rest of human civilization?
It just really detracts from the whole point of the voyage, if by the time you arrive civilization has completely passed you, and possibly even beaten you to your destination through better means of travel. The only out I see is if an assumption of the Mass Effect universe is peak technology (which I don't really buy). What am I missing?
I woke up mid flight to found the other stasis pods broken and the bodies within dismembered and strewn across the room.
What industries, resources, population numbers, and so on would you need to bring to ensure that as soon as you park in orbit and start unloading people, you never need to talk to or ask for help from Earth ever again if you wished it?
Are there any examples of a society sending out either sleeper, or generational ships into deep space, which are later found by that same society after ftl travel was invented.
