Storage is the defining problem of our age. Two hundred years ago, our ancestors had fifteen or twenty things in their houses, max. And one of them was "bed." Now, we have a lot of clutter. Sure, it's down from the peak of the 1970s, when we needed thirty-six different pieces of electrical equipment just to listen to racist people in our general area, but we still have too much stuff.
Self-storage companies have exploded. Not literally, although that did happen to the one near me from some dude cooking shatter, but they are immensely profitable. If you receive a bunch of heirloom furniture from Crazy Aunt Ethel, you won't have enough room for it in your single bedroom basement apartment. You shove all of it into a self-storage bay, and keep paying the monthly bills, waiting until you can have a house big enough to place some heirloom furniture in.
The storage companies know this. They'll give you a low "sucker" rate at the start, and then start cranking up the fees. And you'll keep paying them. It's cheaper to kick in $5 more a month, than it is to ask your friend Ted to borrow his pickup truck so that you can drive all your shit across town to a competing storage unit, who will do the exact same thing.
How do you fight back, ideally without having to throw away a bunch of coffee tables from 1953 and incurring the eternal wrath of Aunt Ethel's shade? You have to let the storage unit make money for you. The obvious way is electricity. With electricity, you can run all kinds of things, from a seedy cryptocurrency mining operation, to an illegal online betting parlour. And the storage folks know this, which is why they don't provide power to your unit, and wrap the unit's lightbulb in an impenetrable steel cage. They are used to dealing with your average, run-of-the-mill cheap scumbag.
Don't let that stop you: despite what your neurochemistry is telling you, you are an exceptional cheap scumbag. You don't need their electricity; you can generate your own. The answer? Rats love running on little hamster wheels. You can make thirty, forty cents a month, per wheel. That's money in your pocket, and all it will cost you is a bit of expired cheese and a lot of old Subaru blower motors. Sure, it's not going to be great for any couches or clothing that you leave in the unit, but who ever heard of a heirloom sofa bed? Throw that shit out, ideally by leaving it in a unit and no longer paying the bill. You don't need to cling to memories: you're rich now, atop your rodent power empire.
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A DEATHWORLER'S WAR PT 1
Hunanity's truth universe
From the memiors ambassador Gruxalon of the vanai-ashti.
We were, at the time, the newest members of the Galactic Alliance, the 97th race to be admitted. Upon our admission myself and my fellow ambassadors were invited to the alliance's primary meeting ground, a massive spaceborne station in a system officially owned by no one, meant to be a nuetral ground. Here we were given an orientation of sorts that lasted several weeks, this was understandable as this orientation included detailed dossiers on each of the 96 species as well as the history of the Alliance itself and the responsibilities and laws we would be expected to uphold as a member of it. During our time there we were greeted by ambassadors and congulated on our appointment to the council. Most were cordial, but clearly unhappy with our new position.
This was expected, we had asked to join solely to seek military aid against the Xinali, a hostile race that had made it their mission to drive us to extinction because we were amphibians and they believed amphibians were an unnatural abomination. We were not close to that looming possibility yet, but it was clear that Xinali had superior numbers and firepower to our own, and our war, if left unaided, would eventually become nothing more than delaying the inevitable.
As to the reason we were inducted despite our less than diplomatic purpose, it was our communications and kinetic barrier technologies, they were far and above better than anything anyone in the alliance had, except the humans anyway, THEY had blown science fiction energy shields, but they had steadfastly refused to share that technology with the alliance. They were a bit distrusting and isolationist as I understood it. I remembered their dossier fairly clearly for two reasons, firstly because they were considered the strongest and most disciplined military power in the galaxy, secondly their homeworld had come up when discussing the concept of "deathworlds."
"Deathworld" was a designation granted to any habitable world that housed significant dangers to habitation by sentient species. About 12 of the now 97 member species hailed from deathworlds. Deathworlds had a classification system that went from category 1 to category 10, I don't remember exactly how they differentiated the categories, but i do remember that the larger the number, the worse the planet, I also remember that of the 38 known deathworlds in existence only one rated above a category 4, the human homeworld of Terra was a category 9. Sentient species that evolved to become dominant on such worlds are usually aggressive and militaristic, and they are ALWAYS predatory, humans added isolationist and closed off, to that list of quirks.
As a result it was considered normal that the humans did not always send delegates to alliance meetings, most of the time the topics to be discussed had little to do with them, at least from THEIR perspective. So it came as quite a surprise when I first met one.
We were pleaing again for the Galactic alliance to send military aid and were receiving the typical nonchalant disapproval, these proceedings continued for done tine before the human delegate stood and addressed his camera. Everyone fell silent, it was known that the human delegate was not often present, and when he was, he rarely addressed the council, I had, to that point, never heard him speak.
"What the hell is wrong with you people!?" He opened aggressively "What's even the point of a council if you're not going to act on the behalf of a member. It wouldn't even bd all that difficult or resource intensive to help them!"
I was taken aback I had certainly not expected support to come from the absentee and isolationist human delegation. In truth they had a reputation for not really wanting to get involved in the affairs of others, it had been the primary reason we made no attempt at diplomacy with them.
"Perhaps for you deathworlder, but for most of us a war is a very serious affair!" Another delagate answered.
"And you believe it is not one for us?" The Human diplomat replied. "Do you think it easy having such power at our fingertips? Do you think we wish to abandon diplomacy and turn a prestigious place like this to dust, simply because we can? We are NOT so petty.'
At this point the Consulate rose in the center platform of the space, placing himself between the two arguing races.
"Enough with this consternation." He said "I think we all know the true reason the humans are so adamant about this. This is about the Cithir incident, isn't it ambassador?"
The human hung his head low, he looked remorseful and defeated "yes Consulate, we have waited a long time for such an opportunity."
My spines rattled a bit at that statement, opportunity for what? His race would not be used for some dark deathworlder experiment.
"If that IS the case, then i suggest leaving the issue of military intervention in the hands of the humans, the ambassadors in question may hash out the details between themselves." This was met with raucous applause. "In the meantime!" The consulate continued silencing the crowd "we will discuss the sending of foodstuffs and supplies to the Vanai-Ashti, because if i can speak plainly ambassador Orillion had a point, we DO exist as a community to help one another, and if we are unwilling to do so in any capacity, then we will have failed as a community AND as a council, we are responsible to do at least this much, agreed!?"
Less enthusiastic applause this time, but nearly twenty ambassadors offered to sue for aid from their homeworlds.
I was nearly swallowing my own throat afterwards, I had never met any deathworlders much less the apparent worst of them. These were predators, powerful predators, I acquainted myself with their dossier as I waited for their ambassador's arrival at our diplomatic suite.
They averaged a meter taller than us, they possessed shielded, gun covered ships, their homeworld's gravity was five times our own, and they were, apparently, nigh unkillable monsters. Their bodies produced something called "adrenaline" under stress, it essentially reversed the function of going into shock, rather than killing them this caused them to become numb to pain and unable to feel fear, it gives a burst of energy and sharpens their senses. This substance is the reason the Galactic alliance is able to treat shock, i single litre of it can treat over a million people, and humans trade it for information, technology, passage through territory rights etc. It is SO potent that they can refuse to share their shield tech and still make more money than nearly any other member species.
A tapping at the door caused me to jump out of my seat, i put away the dossier and answered, as the human looked down at me i must've have done poor job of concealing my fear. Because he knelt down to my level and assured me he meant me no harm.
"Maxwell Orillion," he said, "nice to meet you."
"Gruxalon of the house fùrl," I answered "it is likewise nice to meet you."
"So what kind of creatures are these…" he tapped at a screen on his wrist "...Xinali?"
They are an Avian race." I answered keeping information short.
"Not to sound unhratefull, but you and Consulate Grak mentioned something called, 'the Cithir incident' and you said humanity has waited for this opportunity. What exactly do you plan to DO with us?"
"What do you mean DO to you?" Ambassador Orillion looked genuinely confused.
"Well I don't expect you intend to save our asses with no compensation." I replied a bit indignantly.
"What…?" Orillion stared at him in bewilderment for a moment begore something clicked behind his eyes "oooooooooh, you're new, you wouldn't know yet, I'm terribly sorry I'm just so used to everyone knowing." He said.
"Knowing what?" I asked.
"Uh… hmm… this is rather delicate, understand, it's kept out of dossiers for a reason."
"Okay…" i said.
"When we tried to colonize outside our home system for the first time, we ran into and insectoid race called the Cithir, to simplify matters a bit oyr people were split in how wanted to handle the Cithir, the larger group wanted to make contact and attempt peaceful negotiations, the smaller, but more powerful, and rich group wanted to kill them off so they could divy up the planet and sell the land to the highest bidder. That group succeeded, we eventually caught them and made them face judgment. But the fact that humanity genocided an entire race, doesn't sit well with us and we have been looking for an opportunity to atone."
I took this all in, it was a lot… it took me a few minutes, no wonder everyone was so afraid of them. I cleared my throat.
"So if i understand this… you committed genoside and by stopping the Xinali, you see that as like… undoing that?"
"No… what we did cannot be undone." Abassador Orrilluon said, "but we hope it can be forgiven."
College:
1. Annabeth attended Harvard
2. Percy went to the New Rome University (come on you guys our boy is smart but with his record this is his best shot)
3. I can see Percy becoming either a teacher. social worker, or marine biologist
3a. the school is for demigods so he doesn’t have the issue of dyslexia, he however has to study a lot, but if its marine biology he internally knows everything
3b. He is a diver for the swimming team because the speed thing would be cheating.
4. Frank and Percy are roommates during college
5.Frank and Hazel break up but get back together as adults.
6. Leo doesn’t attend college but opens his own mechanic shop.
7. Leo invents demigod friendly tech
Post College:
8. Annabeth and Percy made long distance work, but Annabeth’s careers makes her jump from place to place, Percy follows her around.
9. Because Percy moves in with Annabeth, Frank is by himself for a while.
10. Will is still going through college during this time because med school
11. I believe Clarisse and Chris become close friends with Annabeth and Percy because there are not that many couples that stayed together and they double date or something
11a. Clarisse and Percy hate admitting that they are friends and will deny it at all cost.
11b. They are constantly making jabs at each other
12. Clarisse becomes a detective (think of Rosa from B99)
Family:
13. @thejudgingtrash has posts that are amazing regarding parenting/ jobs
14. Will and Nico adopt (I don’t see them using a surrogate but I guess thats a possibility)
15. Frank and Hazel have two kids, they were both only children, and Hazel loves her brother Nico and realized how “lonely” an only child is so they decided on two. A girl name Nicole, and a boy name Fai
16. Leo decided to become a foster parent being that he was in the system and he wanted to have a safe space.
17. Percy and Annabeth have two kids as well, (see 13), they are working parents and know that they want to have careers but also a family and three kids are a lot of work.
17a. They were all planned pregnancies. They had their first at 27
17b. I either see them having 2 boys, or a boy and a girl. 2 boys, one with curly black hair but that is identical to Percy in the way that Percy is to Poseidon, and the other boy is Annabeth’s mini me but with straight blonde hair and darker grey eyes. boy 1′s name is James after Sally’s dad, and boy 2′s name is Adler because Annabeth got to name him and she couldn’t think of another name, and she didnt want to use Oliver because OJ, but also didnt want to use a name that had a tragic story. for my second scenario James remains but Adler becomes Allison (Ally), a girl with wavy black hair and grey eyes that looks a lot like Annabeth and Sally
17c. Percy is the stricter parent.
Camp(s):
18. New Athens isn’t a thing, the camp expands but the camp is designed to be a summer camp. so no city
19. As it turns out Zeus had a bunch of kids that started coming out of the wood works when the gang was at college (turns out Percy’s wish worked in his favor being that he had broken the pack)
19a. Hades didn’t have any kids cause he was the only one that was true to his word
19b. Poseidon always jokes about more demigod children but they never appear (he truly loved Sally and wanted to make her a queen- thats canon)
20. Will and Nico once took in one of the Zeus’ kids for a while
21. They all visit during the summer, but aren’t truly there as campers
22. On August 18 they celebrate Kronos defeat while also remembering the fallen heroes
23. The seven stories have become larger than life, and their personalities have been obstructed by people’s stories to the point where some of them are very far fetch (cough cough kinda like the fandom cough)
24. The old campers all tease each other with the far fetch stories
ok so @lewd-plants doesnt have a submission box and this was way too long to send in an ask, but i got inspired and created a full pantheon of what im calling “Human Thought” deities. I didn’t make the names based on US government agencies b/c i didnt want to look them all up lol. O’sha and Epa became either regional names for major pantheon members or minor deities. I kept all the descriptions short because jeez there’s a lot. Feel free to expand them, or add more members to the pantheon!! JUST LET ME KNOW I WANNA SEE THEM TOO!!!!!
First, there was Rogess (Progress). She is the spirit of humanities need to move forward, and she was created with the first idea. She is accompanied by two birds, the Raven Bacloo (Looks Back) and the Owl Inven (Invention) given to her by her mother Nesec (Necessity), in order to help her with her duties. The Raven is eager and cunning, and looks forward create a better future. The Owl is cautious and wise, and seeks to understand the lesson of the past to avoid their mistakes. The Owl and the Raven are both extensions of Rogess, and Rogess’s children are, in turn, extensions of them.
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