Favourite Star Trek media?
>/scifi/ - Science Fiction and Fantasy
Speed/thrash metal about NASCAR driver Dale Earnhardt. Vocals remind me of the singer in Hell Fire. Wasn't expecting to enjoy it so much like I did.
No, I'm not the guy who made this, but I think he posted it on 4/mu/ a week ago
Warhammer 40,000 my beloved <3
Which video game, book, or movie has the best, most detailed sci-fi universe?
Talk about my favorite metal band
vidya for this feeling besides duud sex?
Anyone here play Rifts or other Palladium games?
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what is your favorite prospective sci-fi outcomes of futurology? personally, i find the politically motivated ones to be the most interesting.
does anyone actually use this dead site?
>releases 6 gorillion albums
>cant write a fucking song to save his life
>15 minute walkable city
>relies on free public transportation
>internet addicts
>Big Pharma addicts
>requies constant survilance
what isnt that we cant do?
brandon won oh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhihihihihihihihihihihihiiiiiiihihihihihihihihihihih ihi hih ih ih ihi hi hiabrandon
>At this point, there is no reason someone shouldn't be tearing your lungs out of your chest simply to watch you run out of oxygen you fucking piece of shit
>The fact that you haven't somehow ended up getting into a car crash with shards of glass intensely piercing your body and slicing through your organs is a testament to how there is no justice in this world.
>It's shit like this that already makes me want to crush your fucking kneecaps with an aluminium baseball bat.
>You're just asking for someone to pour a full tank of lighter fluid onto your body, with a lit match following shortly, and then you feel the pain of the heat burning your flesh off your human frame.
>I just fucking want to go and literally run you over with a car and fucking decapitate your worthless body.
>I feel like this is the most merciful response I can have to your presence.
>I seriously just want someone to fucking put a rope around your throat and literally swing you back and forth until you fucking snap and then tear your spine out of your body and beat you to death with it.
>You seriously just make me fucking sick, I just wish you'd fucking just die.
>I can't wait until you're just fucking hung in your own house by your family for being such a fucking embarrassment.
>I mean seriously, I would be satisfied with someone literally ripping your goddamn arms off and using them as a dildo.
>I would gladly burn your fucking house down with you in it while you feel the heat of the flames as they consume you you fucking abomination.
>Can't wait for another rogue tranitor to have a reddit tantrum and leak everyone's IPs so I can find where you live and analy rape you with an iron stick until your insides get so ravaged that you die a slow and painful death, you child molesting faggot.
>I just wish you would get fucking gutted like a fish you goddamn abomination
>Go fucking die.
Bad Feraljak.Recorded in Lvov.
I am just not fund of black metal.
>last post was entire month ago
metalclitties lost GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEG
*mogs cryptopsy in your path*
David Drake, author of Hammers Slammers has passed away.
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT FIX THE SITE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW
I trudge through the Bug Protein Slop factory, thirsty and hungry. But I pass by the cafeteria, where they only serve Bug Protein Slop. Instead, I walk into the domed prayer room, where ululating calls to prayer fill the smoggy, unclean air. The room brightens amidst the pollution; it is adorned with holographic displays of Saint George. The big black face of George looks down at me above the words RACE IS FAKE, RACISM IS REAL; his obsidian eyes search me, as though they can see into my heart of hearts. I lay prostrate upon the floor, on the rug that is made from the chitin of some GM insects. The robotic voice of George echoes throughout, as a pealing of a church bell:
>Which lives matter?
Now, my hands stretch across the floor and I sob. I cry tears of genuine sadness. I remember the years of sadness and pain and trauma that my ancestors caused all POC, especially WOC and gender diverse folx, even though all race is a social construct, despite racism being inherently and intangibly my fault for the colour of my skin: a pallid white like a corpse, or a lilly.
>I said, cracker... Which lives matter?
I sob and sob. In my mind races the images of Derek Chauvin's knee on George Floyd's neck. His exasperated cries that he could not breathe. The madness of the Trump era.
>I said, you jive ass honkeys... Which lives matter?
Before I can gasp another breath, my torso shoots up and I scream with all my lungs:
>BLACK LIVES MATTER!
Before I feel my throat give way, a bolt of lightning passes through me. A brain chip, activated, creates a series of convulsing spasms across my body. Waves upon waves of eddying orgastic-ecstatic bliss flows like the honeyed wine of the gods throughout my capillaries. My central nervous system, rejuvenated and energised, throbs and sizzles with pleasure. But as I begin to stand, wobbling and swaying like a drunkard, I feel my legs buckle. I topple over in a shivering ball of post-coital rawness. Between my legs, where a cock should have been, my little modified clitordick-mangina dribbles what spermless fluid remains inside my mangled gonads. It seeps partly into my work clothes, a sign that I have been paid for my first 10 hours of work before my pleasure break.
>Thank you, Saint George... You gave me so many orgasms... first from the OnlyFans girls whose BLM charities I donated to... and now... with your consciousness living on in completely black orgasm chips funded by the cyborg porn king, Greg Lansky, founder of BLACKED DOT COM.
The holograph watches me knowingly, cracks a smile, and booms:
>That's right, white boy. Go back to work, now.
>erm i heard a heckin chud mention an under under city. That’s not real right?
The site is in need of Judges to help keep the streets clean of CP and Spambots
If you're interested make an account at https://scifichan.space/account.html and give me your username ITT.
>You will not eat me for dinner even though rat meat is tastier than bug paste
the show is a complete dumpster-fire of tonality, unwilling to commit to being dark-comedy or horror, however, the idea is possibly a gem: being a more modernized version of "I have no mouth but I must scream".
what would (You) do to make the show more horror-orientated?
SPOOOOOOT
rebrand the site to be /lit/chan, or some other "writing culture" centric site. writerCHADS need a gemmy place to discuss plot-lines, books, literature, or their own writing! scifi is just way too niche of a genre.
>all 40 bodies were burnt. the smoke that filled the air reeked of sulfur, gasoline, rot, burning plastic and flesh. what was done was necessary to do. if we abandoned our duty here, millions of people could suffer horrible, gangrenous, malignant, and slow deaths at the hand of our creation. that fact didn't make the act any easier to do.
>the subjects were all taken from a local Appalachian village, so rural it didn't even have a name on the map. many of the ones subjected to the treatment were inbred, stunted, or otherwise degraded in intelligence. these poor mountain men and their families were abducted, infected with the pathogen, and monitored by military research and medical staff until their expiration.
>the officers begged command to spare the children and women from the treatment. the chief researcher drummed up something about sexual or age-based dimorphism in the symptomatology, and that the research they were doing into the pathogen was a necessary evil. some of the staff, mainly the ones assigned to monitor for the mothers and children, mutinied. the ones unfortunate enough to survive the initial bloodbath ended up marked for death anyway. the official report states that they came into contact with samples of the pathogen, and were moved to quarantine for monitoring amongst the captured subjects.
>the data obtained from the experiment unfortunately was what the military was looking for, and they've ordered another set of tests to help replicate the results and collect more data. God only knows what they're going to use this thing for.
Oh yeah…. Nothing like an insect on woman rape scene. It went down well in Turkey. ROACHED!
We need to shill this site so it becomes the next big /comfy/ altchan or something.
Velcome to za pod, new tenant. Here, ve like to fink of ourzelves like a family, or a hive!
Look! Here iz zhe chamber, Herr Schizo. Ze 2 by 2 metre white shell.
Ja, eine plastic, sterile womb.
Enjoy zhe room service…. today’s Monday, so it’s bug protein. Every day’s bug protein.
is it true that the furfags are going to use science and technology to make their zoophile fetishes reality?
are they going to forcefully zooify everyone with their sick 666vaccines ?
what can be done to stop this. can the chinese make it stop?
This is now a Fëanor board.
Good to see this site come back
i am the veteran of thousand psychic wars.
ama
Hi, I am Heavy Metal Weapons Guy.
Ask me anything.
(I might answer questions on friday)
Every dollar you spend on books could go towards a a new games console or VR headset with the latest hits instead. let that sink in.
>scifi bad because industrialism bad or something
instead of gem we should say orbited and instead of coal we should say grounded
>When /qa/ is has more posts than /scifi/ this isn't a SF site. Sharts never build, only wreck.
XXXV. Evening Star
I saw it from that hidden, silent place
Where the old wood half shuts the meadow in.
It shone through all the sunset’s glories—thin
At first, but with a slowly brightening face.
Night came, and that lone beacon, amber-hued,
Beat on my sight as never it did of old;
The evening star—but grown a thousandfold
More haunting in this hush and solitude.
It traced strange pictures on the quivering air—
Half-memories that had always filled my eyes—
Vast towers and gardens; curious seas and skies
Of some dim life—I never could tell where.
But now I knew that through the cosmic dome
Those rays were calling from my far, lost home.
XXXVI. Continuity
There is in certain ancient things a trace
Of some dim essence—more than form or weight;
A tenuous aether, indeterminate,
Yet linked with all the laws of time and space.
A faint, veiled sign of continuities
That outward eyes can never quite descry;
Of locked dimensions harbouring years gone by,
And out of reach except for hidden keys.
It moves me most when slanting sunbeams glow
On old farm buildings set against a hill,
And paint with life the shapes which linger still
From centuries less a dream than this we know.
In that strange light I feel I am not far
From the fixt mass whose sides the ages are.
I found the secret j*rty bunker
>HEY THIS DUMB CHUDDY CHUD DOESN'T HAVE THE NEW BRAINCHIP THAT BEAMS THE GRUBHUB MUSIC RIGHT INTO YOUR BRAIN LAUGH AT THIS DUMB CHUDDY!!
>PUT THE DUMB CHUDDY IN A ROCKETSHIP AND DUMP HIM ON THE TRASH PLANET WITH THE OTHER OUTDATED SELFISH BULLSHIT
>PUMP THE CHUDDY FULL OF A NEAR LETHEL DOSE OF NIGGER DRUGS AND THEN MAKE HIM WITHDRAWL
>TURN THE CHUDDY INTO NIGGER CHICKEN
>PUT THE CHUDDY IN THE VR TORTURE CUBE TIME STRECHER FOR 364505340 SIMUL-YEARS
>SEND THE CHUDDY TO THE UNDERCITY AND HAVE HIM BE EATEN BY THE (NOT REAL) MUTANTS
>HAVE CHUDDY BE CRUSHED TO DEATH BY A PLUS SIZED TRANSQWEEN
>MAKE CHUDDY WATCH THE NEW CAPTAIN SCIENCE AND ANY TIME CAPTAIN SCIENCE PUNCHES A NAZI THE CHUDDY GETS AN ELECTRODE SHOCK IRL
>CHEMICALS IN CHUDDY WATER MAKE CHUDDY HAVE SCHIZO EPISODES
>FORCE CHUDDY TO BROWSE NUSHARTY FOR LONGER THAN 5 MINUTES
>PUT DRONE CAMERAS ON CHUDDY IF THEY SEE HIM STEP ON THE SPACE INBETWEEN FLOOR TILES AT WALMEGA-MART THE DRONES SHOOT HIM
>GIVE CHUDDY SO MANY VAXXES HE BLEEDS TO DEATH AND DON'T DISINFECT THE AREA SO THE WOUND GETS INFECTED AND HE DIES
>TURN CHUDS SKIN INSIDE OUT SO HE CAN SEE WE ARE ALL THE SAME INSIDE
>GIVE BACK CHUDDY HIS FORESKIN THEN CUT IT OFF AGAIN
>DIE CHUDDY DIE DIE DIE
I've been getting into Thomas Ligotti after reading most of H.P. Lovecraft's major works. It's definitely more overtly sexual in Ligotti, but the sense of terror isn't as pertinent; instead, it feels like I'm drawn into a dream world of near madness instead. Lovecraft's intensity and suspense is great, but Ligotti makes things seem beautifully insane.
>DUUUUUUUUDE in the future we will evolve into dinosaurs and birds but then ayyys will conquer us and change us into antellopes but we will evolve into farting ghosts and bowling balls and have race war with each other
MOOOOOOOOOODS THERES CP ON /qa/
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SPOOOOOOOOOOT MAKE THE DEFAULT THEME DARKBLUE OR SPACE RELATEEED
Blowjacks are a cancer worse than pepe
Post metal for imp-blasting, pinky-punching, and cyberdemon slaying.
is nick's sci-fi work any good or is it just political gobblty-gook?
A thread for the *other* kind of Heavy Metal.
just stop embarrassing yourself, come back to soyjak.party
I find sharty users stupid. They raid retarded sites and attract retarded users. They wanted to overthrow /qa/ because they think all 'zellig posters are 'corders just because some nigga from Discord had a 'zellig pfp. What's next? They will go for Bernd just because some 'corder has it as his own pfp?
If you have any questions, complaints or suggestions for the site this is the best place to post them
Other than that this board has no set topic, so feel free to post whatever.
Be seeing you.
What work was it that revealed to you that SF is your cup of tea?
Many people never get bitten by the bug, and cannot grok why we like "puerile nonsense".
They might, in a Venn diagram, overlap with the people who don't like thinking.
Me:
Jules Verne :
all of it.
Rider Haggard:
not SF but curiosity encouraging.
John Brunner:
Stand on Zanzibar. Just ... words fail. So damn good. Nostalgia could be playing a part, but hell's teeth it's good. After reading this I knew that SF was going to be my special friend.
(Many years' reading elided)
S R Donaldson:
Covenant I read from a feeling of (shrugs shoulders) that shop sells it for pennies.
Later -
Gap Sequence. One of my very favourite, over-the-top, leave-common-sense-behind, it won't help here, barking delightful excursions. More meat than Dune. More Laughs than Asimov.
Doris Lessing:
Canopus in Argo (a constellation of somewhat connected novels).
When I read Marriages Between Zones 3, 4 & 5 I didn't know Doris from Adolf. Enjoyed the book, mostly because of the stuff about overlapping worlds. Didn't know that it was part of a sequence. I'm not gay and I'm not feminist. There are other reasons to rate her SF high.
Nobody:
Nobody I'm aware of has written anything really good lately.
I could list many recent novels, but you already know them, and you know that they are uninspiring. (I vacillated between "crap" and "shit" before thinking of "uninspiring").
So, friend, how did you get into SF?
