It might explain what is going on with the Diviner and the weird star date discrepancies we are seeing.
First, I’d like to say the mods can fuck right off. I had to intentionally lose a day in order to post a follow-up. An entire day! You have no idea how valuable a day is. It’s worth more than every precious gem, every last scrap of currency pooled together. Bill Gates and Elon Musk and Carlos Slim are wealthy, but not one of those broke dicks can relive a day. None of them can reshuffle the deck and get as many chances as they want to get the day just right, nor would they have the balls to effectively turn back time by dying before the day ends so that it can reset.
Sorry, I had to get that off my chest. I found a therapist who is at least willing to placate me as I try to find a way to communicate my struggle to someone who would understand what I go through. If ignorance is bliss, then I wish I had never died the first time.
It turns out I actually lost two days (double-trouble, naughty naughty). I intentionally lost one day to be able to post a follow-up message, but I ended up losing two. Here’s the thing, I haven’t lived a new day in a very long time. I’m talking years, maybe even decades. I know I kept calling it the perfect day, but the only thing perfect about it was how comfortable I grew with the repetition of the day, the two hours of private time, then my trip to the diner for the perfect sandwich, and finally my stroll to the railroad tracks for the train to kill me and reset the day. Well, go ahead and laugh, but I made it to the diner yesterday and they didn’t have the sandwich. The sandwich wasn’t there because it’s the special of the day for yesterday. Yesterday may as well be a fucking lifetime ago. A day I can never get back, the one thing that I need to hold close for any hope of keeping my sanity as I live for thousands of years longer than anyone else. Presumably, there are others with my curse, but we may never know about each other. How would we? That’s part of why I reached out in the first place, to see who could understand my suffering.
Anyway, I got to the diner and the sandwich was gone. I can never get it back. I lost something precious to me because I was too greedy to get feedback from someone who heard my story and understood the burden I carry. In my haste, I lost a piece of me. I hope you’ll understand why I had a meltdown, why I ended up
... keep reading on reddit ➡I've heard of this mission and I loved that TOS episode and have wanted to play it. So, does anyone know if the devs fixed the mission for its inclusion in the new recruitment event?
Hypothesis: A perceived observation of correlation between time-based azimuths from Mt. Diablo and geographically determined azimuths may be indicative of the Killer's "grand scheme."
For anyone who has not read my previous post, the summarized version is that I had learned that converting the days of the year into geographic degrees along a compass resulted in a total of 8 data points with regard to the confirmed Zodiac Murders (4 geographic azimuths, and 4 temporal azimuths). All data points were given a single point of origin located at Mt. Diablo, then off-set by -17 degrees, per the historical value of magnetic declination in that area, the killer's map, and the killer's indication to utilize Magnetic North in some fashion.
That thread can be read here. (1) A mathematic model for synthesizing the Zodiac Killer’s choice of locations and times. : ZodiacKiller (reddit.com)
Of particular note, the time-based calculation for the murder of Paul Stine was 263.023972602 degrees. The geographic calculation was estimated at 262.9 degrees. This was accurate to within less than 1/8th of a degree. In short, the total of 8 data points are equivalent to 7 individual azimuths, within a very low range of tolerances, due to both time and location converging into a single azimuth at Presidio Heights, San Francisco on Oct 11th, 1969.
Probabilistically, this poses an interesting circumstance equivalent to the birthday problem paradox.
FWIW, the chances that any two people out of a random selection of eight happen to share a birthday is about 7.5%. As a consequence, this uniformity of angle just isn't quite strong enough to sit back and have an Ah-HA! moment over it.
To advance this line of inquiry, I had to overcome the challenge of resolving the proportions of the Phillips 66 map to that of Google maps. To accomplish this, I laid out a 340 degree 1 pixel line in photoshop, and found that it ran a straight line from approximately the intersection of Lucas Valley Rd and HWY 101 in Las Gallinas to the on/off ramps on HWY 92 Near Foster City BLVD in Foster City, CA for a total span of 50.992 Km. Using Calculate with Geo Coordinates (rechneronline.de) , I entered the GPS coordinates for these locations ( 37.563091595687624, -122.27430912679701 and 38.02116040924216, -122.53911977100944 ) got an angle of 335.4
... keep reading on reddit ➡Like the title says, I need build advice for Legendary Command Dreadnought Cruiser & Legendary Temporal Flight-Deck Carrier that DON’T contain skills and parts that come from lockboxes and past events. That’s not to say that parts can’t be recommended, they just can’t be integral to the build working. I often don’t play the game enough to grind put the credits to work the exchange for parts. Now, for the command dreadnought, I do have all of the other odyssey ships and modules and I would like to utilize the chevron separation if applicable. I do have them both upgrades to T6X. (Edit: I have no knowledge of meta builds or what goes in to them so a detailed listing of consoles, weapons, and how they work together will help greatly. I would also prefer to use phaser weapons on my odyssey and would like to use the phasers that come on the Connie.)
Our Odo had linked with Future Odo prior to leaving. If we apply the standard Founder proverb about linking that 'the drop becomes and ocean; the ocean becomes a drop' when linked Founders assert individual forms, then there are three considerations:
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- No matter was exchanged between the two. Our Odo and Future Odo remanifest from their original molecular compositions and our Odo is completely unaffected by the cessation of his future self. This would imply that each 'drop' maintains a connection its native material, even while linked. Perhaps some kind of Matrix Identify Marker that distinguishes the separation of beings. This line of thinking seems to conflict with the simple 'ocean becomes a drop' explanation, which may imply that the explanation itself is over-simplified: Two or more changelings would then be able to simultaneously become one entity in a link and still be able to maintain their individual, material selves.
Since this particular case study involves two Odos, would the Matrix-Identity-Marker theory by irrelevant, as whatever material that was exchanged would still be considered native to the entities that emerged from the link?
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- Some matter was exchanged between the two Odos when they separated, and the matter that had previously composed Future Odo ceased to exist on both the planet and aboard Defiant. This means Odo's mass was proportionally reduced, and the remainder might be found on the surface of Gaia.
Could this remainder assert itself independently, or is there some kind of critical mass for a changeling to attain sentience? Odo and the Founder Leader were seen losing bits of themselves when they're shapeshifting abilities were blocked and were able to maintain their identities, so perhaps there is something to say about how much or how little mass constitutes one changeling.
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- Some matter was exchanged between the two Odos when they separated, and the matter that had previously composed Future Odo only ceased to exist on the planet while it perpetuated in our Odo.
If so, we can say that the strange energy field surrounding the planet may have isolated the effects of the changes in the timeline to the planet and its inhabitants only. In fact, the strange energy field itself could have been some kind of temporal anomaly itself caused by the pending time travel event.
This also means that the inhabitants of the planet could potentailly have left aboard Defiant and been spared non-existence. (Defiant's maximum
... keep reading on reddit ➡(This thought came to me and I wanted to mention it). We may or may not endorse the view of Bogardus that she (with high confidence) didn't go into the woods on February 9th. The helicopter with FLIR would secure that finding for the 39 hour range. However, when we look at searches and search maps, there is also this temporal dimension. In other words, if she were hiding in a house or structure, she might have left after a week or a month and then gone into the woods. (I don't think this is what happened but I'm simply saying that each finding is also bound by a time element).
The October 2006 search by the NHLI (see imgur) seems to be premised on foul play scenarios - maybe not exclusively but it would seem a reasonable inference for a large portion of the sites searched. And in such a case, the time element is obviously changed. (And before anyone thinks I agree with JR ... no I do not).
https://imgur.com/KKzEtgq
It was fun working out Jay and Tirii's relationship troubles.
“Have you noticed how we always wind up together?” Jay asked as he looked at his old crew. Petya, Lana, Pike, Akiyama, and Florya sat in the back of a timeship with him.
“Yeah,” Petya said. “Funny, that.”
Jay had another important question. “So who’s the speaker?”
“That would be me.”
Jay’s heart did a somersault as Tirii climbed aboard. She stopped when she saw him.
“You’re shitting me,” Tirii said, still staring at Jay.
“I guess not,” Jay muttered. “It’s not like I picked this job or anything.”
“And yet… And yet! We still find ourselves here together.” Tirii gave Florya a quick squeeze. “Hi, dear.”
“So…” Jay pulled up his orders on the pad. “How convenient, I’m Tirii’s personal guard.” He was beginning to suspect someone had planned this whole thing.
He decided to change the subject. “So… do we have a pilot or something?”
“Nope!” said a familiar voice. “I’m driving.”
“Shit,” Jay said happily. “Halle?”
“Yup!” The AI said happily. “I’ve missed you all so much!”
“This is nice,” Tirii said. “Seems like the whole gang’s back together.”
“Movin’ out!” Halle hollered.
Jay smiled. For once, he found something from the future pleasant. The ship hummed as the FTL… gadgets turned on, and shook lightly as it zoomed off. “With a top speed of forty six times the speed of light, we will be arriving at the city of Arbau on the human date of March first, two thousand and twelve,” Halle said.
“Arbau,” Florya said. “Arbau, Harmony? Planet Harmony? The resort city of Arbau?”
“Know any other Arbau’s?” Halle asked.
“Yes!” Florya hissed. "Hot Damn!"
“Keep in mind we have a job to do,” Halle said.
“Of course. It’s just nice to have a job in a nice place.” Florya smiled to himself.
The ship shook again. “We’re here,” Halle said. “They’ll guide us in.”
The view was projected on the inside of the craft. Jay had expected they’d pull into a station, and take a space elevator down, but the air glowed orange outside. They were going through the atmosphere. Eventually, the view dimmed, revealing a seemingly endless ocean. Every so often, he could see islands.
They eventually landed on a large island. As the vehicle powered down, Halle ex
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“What’s his status?”
“He’s barely breathing.”
The flesh priest grinned, his mouth full of disgusting, grey, razor sharp teeth.
“Good. Good. Barely breathing is what we like.”
They were operating on a man, lying naked on the cold metal slab. His chest was split open, with all the organs visible and exposed, beating furiously.
“Let’s put this in here. And this over here.”
His metal cross was swaying violently to and fro as he biomodified the patient.
He furrowed his brows, concentrating deeply and assessing his state.
A nasty smile spread across his face, he opened his mouth and clacked with his teeth.
“Yessssssss.”
The priest’s extremely long, black tongue shot out and licked his teeth feverishly until thick, red blood started dripping on his priestly, white robes.
“Fetch me a Xeno heart, type Verkurvius, subgroup Lardanis, echo type Carnifax, with the most volatile strain and complete neural attachments.”
“Yes, Father.”
The blood priests got to work, opening the cryo vault. With a loud hiss, the chamber depressurized and a large cloud of mist rolled onto the floor. It covered the blood and flesh, like a blanket that a mother puts on her child.
But this was no place for such comfort.
Indeed this was a realm of dark cult, where violence and suffering were creed. The most holy was fresh blood and screams of agony. Insane experiments filled cell upon cell in the Penitence Block.
Sewing him back up with a thick, black thread, the flesh priest greedily licked off the blood forming around the incision.
They hooked him up to a bag of enhanced black blood and wheeled him out.
“Bring in the next sinner!”
Ideas
A group of priests were sent to planet Exfornos to study the strange rift in reality, a portal to the unknown.
Driven mad after hundreds of years of failure and human experimentation to produce a being hard enough to survive whatever lay on the other side and cut off from the main religion.
Temporal Cross
Flesh priest is going to remove the whole skin from a woman to confirm his theory that the dark dots on her skin are a reflection of sector 4 on the night sky seen from Carnivus
Carnivorus
Carnus
Carnifex
The heart implanted into the main hero, comes from an alien that gave it himself. When one of the many test subjects pierced the veil, he ripped out his own heart and gave it to the subject. Not surviving the transfer back, but still clutching the beating heart
... keep reading on reddit ➡Temporal Glitch refers to phenomena wherein one or more subjects intersect atypically with the fourth dimension. Given the difficulty in recreating these paradoxes, the scientific community has yet to formally congeal around a theory for any of these kinds of events, which can be clustered into the following loose taxonomy:
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Time Skips
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Concurrent/Parallel Events
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Timeline twists
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Time travel
Many temporal glitches have been documented throughout history. Some are fanciful and dubious at best, such as the Versaille Incident. But some were considerably more credible and disquieting, like the National Airlines incident in which a passenger jet disappeared from radar for exactly 10 minutes back in 1975.
Researchers have attempted to validate or delegitimize the existence of temporal glitches via explanations referencing Quantum Mechanics, with debatable success, but it has become clear thanks to forums such as this that temporal glitches are more common than anyone could have expected. The links I’ve posted here are merely the tip of the iceberg.
It could have something to do with dimensions outside of our perception acting upon or intersecting with the planes we can perceive. Perhaps certain timelines are merging and birthing. Perhaps the function that maps time to space does not match the subjective expectations we assume underwrite reality.
Time Skips
A time skip situation is one wherein the subject(s) seemingly disappear from or freeze in the observers’ dimension, only to reappear or “get unstuck” moments later, with no knowledge of any interruption of existence.
To be clear, the subjects’ disconnection from the timeline is not the result of a psycho- or neurological malfunction (per certain alien abduction stories, or even mundane concussions/dementia/carbon monoxide exposure) but instead is some kind of atypical intersection of the planes of time and space. To offer an attenuated example via Star Trek: The Next Generation terms, think “Timescape” (S6 E25) or “Time Squared” (S2E13) as opposed to “Schisms” (S6 E5). It isn’t that memories have been impaired or wiped, but that some currently unknown external force is having a physical-temporal impact o the subject w
... keep reading on reddit ➡When Jay woke up, he was pleasantly surprised to see that someone had extracted his new body from the Ascension farm for him. A quick look around suggested he was in his old prison: the hospital room. He looked down nervously. If his mechanical leg wasn’t there, he was going to need to learn to walk again.
A quick yank of the covers revealed the glint of metal toes. Thank god.
That left one final question. How long had it been? There were no doctors around, or helpful displays to read; though the music playing in the corner suggested somebody was going to come back soon.
He tried to get up to take a piss, only to see that he had been cuffed to the bed again. “God fucking dammit,” he growled as the cuff dug into his wrist. “Hello?” Jay looked around some more. “Is anybody there?”
It wasn’t long before a nervous-looking doctor ran back in. “Sorry, sorry. These legal types are assholes.”
“It’s ok, doc. Um…” Jay wasn’t sure what the doctor was talking about. “What’s with this?” Jay rattled his arm in the cuff.
“Yeah, they made us do that. Sorry about that.”
“Who?”
“Them.” The doctor cocked his head at the door, where two soldiers stood. Between them stood an Oracha woman in a set of body armor. Unlike most Oracha, who had a somewhat friendly air to them, this one seemed cold and humorless. Jay wouldn’t have been surprised if her name was Ice Queen.
Jay’s heart sank. He recognised the insignia on their body armor. There were countless friendly rivalries between the various time travel agencies, like the Watch and Tempus Transit. Even the Magisterium’s Shadow Company had massive respect for their fellow travelers. Their conflicts were merely professional in nature.
The Temporal Defense Initiative was not one of these groups. As the Council of Eight Hundred’s official time travel agency, they had an equally large amount of disrespect for all other time travel groups. It was commonly known that the TDI was more interested in combating so-called illegal time travel than actual temporal threats.
A table materialized next to Jay’s bed, and the Oracha sat down on the other side. She snapped her fingers.
“Yes, miss Cracha.” One of the soldiers produced a pad and passed it
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“Spectator mode?” I asked. Astrid had been explaining her situation for the past two days, and it still barely made any sense to me.
She nodded. “It’s a mode that lets players observe without allowing them to interact meaningfully at all. World of Enkar still spawns an avatar, which is why I appeared. But I couldn’t communicate with you or interact at all. If you remembered how to use your full admin privileges, you could have interacted with me.”
“What changed?”
“You’re running your game on a private server. I had to brute-force your password to give myself admin powers too.”
I took in a deep breath, steeling myself for the big question. “So,” I said. “What’s your plan to help me? If what you say is true.”
Astrid snapped her fingers, and a scroll unfurled in front of me, projecting a photograph to me. A mattress on the floor of a living room, with a figure lying on it. The man was covered with cables, bandages, and ice around his chest. I looked at the face.
Me.
I was wearing glasses, and was clean-shaven, in strange clothes I didn’t recognize. All stained with blood, just like the mattress, which was more red than white at this point.
“Believe me now?” she asked. “I took that photo an hour ago in real time. It looks much worse right now. One of your doctor friends is helping. He’s the only reason you’re alive right now.”
I felt sick to my stomach. “Turn it off.”
Astrid waved her hand, and the scroll vanished. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”
I clenched my teeth. “Just tell me what needs to happen.”
Astrid folded her hands in front of her. “We’re going to upload your consciousness to the Internet.”
“Is that even possible?” In Enkar, the technology was only speculative, the sort of thing that showed up in pulpy sci-fi novels.
“The technology has been successfully used on rats and pigs. Human testing has been banned until the kinks can be worked out.”
“And you’ve been improving it for eighty years.” It was starting to make a lot more sense.
She nodded. “But only conceptually. I couldn’t test it on anyone. It’s risky at best, and suicidal at worst.”
“How long would it take?” The human brain was epically massive. Scanning it all couldn’t be easy.
“Seven years.”
My stomach clenched up.
“In-game. The system accelerates your brain so fast we can do it in less than a minute IRL.”
“What?”
“In real life. Slang. You used it all the time. But it won’t be perfect. There’s likely going to be some side effect
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A detective searches for a killer with the help of the killer's future self.
John Cade was awoken out of bed by the ringing of his cell phone; he picked it up.
“Yeah,” He answered, in a tiresome tone.
The person on the other line was speaking.
“I’ll be there,” Detective Cade stated, as he hung up his phone.
Detective Cade left the queen sized bed with black silk linen and a brown wooden frame where his wife was fast asleep. He walked over to his closet where he put on his black suit along with his black penny loafers. After he was done, he approached a brown wooden drawer with a mirror on it which he opened. As he took out his silver Rolex and placed it on his wrist he looked into the mirror. He saw the reflection of his black crew cut hair, brown eyes, and his squared chin on his hairless squared face.
He then left the room and walked down the hall that had dark brown oak flooring as the walls were light brown. At the end of the hall he went down the brown wooden full straight staircase.
Detective Cade walked out of his two story craftsmen house which was tan where the moon had brought energy to his exhausted eyes. He walked down a few concretes steps that had inches of melted snow due to the May weather as he went to the driveway where his grey Chevy Impala was. Once Detective Cade was in his car, he left his house in Staten Island.
40 minutes later, Detective Cade arrived to a townhouse in Brooklyn that was aqua blue on the outside. There were police cars all around the house along with an ambulance. As Detective Cade got out, he seen as many people were around the house, and one particular lady was crying.
“Oh no! Oh my god!” The lady cried.
As he looked around, Detective Cade had a feeling that whatever he was going to find inside the house was going to be beyond any atrocities he had ever came across. Detective Cade got under the barricade tape where his partner Bryan approached him. Bryan was an inch taller than Detective Cade as he was 6’1. He had broad shoulders and slick back hair with a full beard.
“Just follow me, Cade” Bryan instructed Detective Cade as they entered into the house.
When they entered into the house, police and forensics were examining the living room. The living room’s walls were white and the carpet was brown. There was a dark shaded English sofa that stood behind a white TV entertainment center. Detective Cade followed Bryan up the quarter landing stairs with brown carpet.
“What happened this time
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This is the second installment of a speculative overview of temporal glitches. See Part 1 here.
One of the most common types of temporal glitch tends to occur in locations familiar to the subject: At home, work, or any other regularly traversed or personally significant locale.
The following anecdotes involve intersecting with familiar places and/or people - either past or predictive scenes involving people closely bonded with the observer - occasionally even their own selves:
- A young man politely excuses himself.
- A young man bumps into himself, literally. (At least now we know that doing so won’t unravel the universe.)
- A woman has a bad trip back to her childhood home.
- In the woods it’s difficult to tell if you’ve stepped through time.
- A familiar intruder.
- Is our simulated reality taking too long to load, perhaps?
- Is the person you’re dating the same person they were the day before?
- A glimpse into the recent past.
- What would you say to your younger self? - Apparently nothing! (Long but worth the read!)
While the common themes might suggest a connection at work beyond physical distance, there are a lot of simple, albeit less intriguing explanations behind the rhyming plots.
Firstly, the sample size is small. This may be because people only feel comfortable sharing unnerving experiences with their closest compatriots. These exp
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