![]() There can be no multipolarity, the North and Global South must be bound to each other, just as East is bound to West, the Heavens bound to the Earth, lest the Altar Spire and Nine Realms all unravel. Moongarm stares at you with a curious puzzlement.Īfter a moment of hesitation - some old fragment of recollection knotted in your mind, like seaweed tangled around driftwood, spin ice dysprosium titanate? stannate? Bah - probably of no use, at such temperatures - you launch confidently into a long rant and expostulate at length about how this mythical lodestone of one pole is utterly ridiculous, defying all known laws and the natural Order of the Synthemata, the cosmogony of the universe. It appears to be adaptable to many quadruped forms, and currently has adopted the guise of a curious deer. Perhaps it falls to Vourukasha to decide, to whom She should belong.Īn ensouled exotic, and pampered faerusynth pet companion of Lady Praxagora. I think they covet what we Possess, they desire to possess our Sea. Even now the emissaries of The Isonomy await out answer. Already they have debated at great length in the Palace upon the Discourse Of Salt And Iron the debate will not cease until one side has their way, and I suspect it will not be with tithes and tribute, but rather with fire and cannon. Because the matter of Lady Praxagora's Epithalamion cannot be given to the intellect that is selfish, calculating, devious or cruel. The Lightning Sea will drive them to madness. I do not understand, Lady Sadarnuna - why has one so inexperienced been entrusted with such a delicate matter? One so innocent and naive. ![]() The tall woman's features are refined and Highborn, but they have been blemished with a peculiar disfiguring scar, as if scorched by some corrosive fluid that had been hurled upon her face. The taller woman glances with disapproval upon a distant figure, by the shore of the Lightning Sea: an indistinct figure, ranting and raving, jumping up and down and gesturing wildly and incomprehensibly, scratching contour integrals and differential equations by the shore of the Lightning Sea. Two women have emerged from the pleasure yacht, accompanied by a quadruped animal of some form. Tell the Lightning Sea what you think its fate will be (write-in a prophecy of your own)ġ002 KB JPG Lady Sadarnuna, Keeper Of The Tides In fact, you think you can command the future yourself. >You do not need to ask Vourukasha anything. ![]() is there something on your face? What were all those images at the start of the game about? (Scrabble and claw desperately at whatever you think is attached to your face) You cannot have a magnet with only one separate North or South pole, no "magnetic charge" can accumulate in space, there is no "magnetricity" equivalent to electricity, no singular magnet monopole counterpart to the electron, the QM is lying and made up all this sci-fi nonsense, therefore The Lightning Sea cannot exist! Jump up and down, blabbering all this in an indignant frenzy akin to King Canute before the surging tides. Or the contour surface integral over S of F.dS = 0 magnetic monopoles cannot exist, because according to Maxwell's Second Equation, the Gauss Law of magnetostatics, the Divergence Theoremĭiv F = (d/dx, d/dy, d/dz). Maybe try that, it will be an experiment in the conductivity of body fluids.(Use the supercomputer as a toilet) You must undress completely and jump in nude into the sea. >Surely the QM cannot kill you in the very first paragraph of the game. maybe put your hand in there and then lick it, what does a sea-god supercomputer taste like.? it is like a supercomputer? Some sort of fluid computation, superconducting liquid, spin ice monopole nanomagnet computer? How about you just poke it a little. ![]() >(write in what you ask the Lightning Sea) 1.06 MB JPG You stand alone before the Pathless Tides and the Lightning Sea ask it whatever you wish, and hear of what Vourukasha knows.
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