

SF 3We have looked across the unimaginably immense plane of the galaxy through lenses of rationality, and found no gods; we found nothing worthy of our veneration. What we found was beautiful science in action, coupled with amazing luck.SF 3
Humanity carries no need for deities. The universe has opened to us; its character is self-evident.
-Persephone Englebart's "The Atheistic Directorate", 2243 AD ---
5412 AD
The destruction of Sol System nearly twenty-four hundred years ago forced humanity into expansion beyond the absurdly placed demarcation of the heliopause, beyond Proxima C


SF 212 JULY 2933SF 2
An equilateral triangle of three human fighterpods blinked into visibility against the all-consuming void of star-studded space, photon sails trailing behind them like ephemeral golden wings. Aleph spoke into his helmet mic: "Report."
"Beth, still here." "Gimel, doing fine."
The responses from the other two pods came nearly instantly, which was reassuring. No one had been lost in the FTL jump from the ring, and their formation had held throughout the jump. They flew as one; when Aleph, at the top position in the triangle, moved, so did Beth and Gimel. A moment's gliding through vacuum


SF 1The centaurians had embraced a state of lucidity far longer than the humans. Four billion years ago, in some long-forgotten system brushing the periphery of the galactic core, carbon atoms developed tendencies to self-replicate autonomously, and eventually, in the nebula of gases surrounding a red giant, life formed. Not in any terrestrial setting. From their beginnings, the centaurians were built for a zero-gravity environment. At that point they were only simple analogues to what we might call an amoeba, floating aimlessly through a tenuous hydrogen soup. Over time, strings of DNA grew and altered as sentience knew its vague beginnings in tSF 1
| *Yart |
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Don't steal my cookies, dangit!
They're for Hello Kitty. ~~<3
Noice.
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Don't steal my cookies, dangit!
They're for Hello Kitty. ~~<3
... HANDSOME.
*looks out for sp1ffy*
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Founder of Sp1ffyCo.
yea that's RIGHT.
'membar that week you left me for a warm bagel?
GUESS WHERE I WAS??!?!1
pwndizzlin' rogles in roshambo.
FOUR show.
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Wubba, wubba. I'm in the pink today, boy!
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Wubba, wubba. I'm in the pink today, boy!
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