I Know The “Mythbusters” And I Really Love Them, Especially The Original Duo (Adam Savage And Jamie

What will he think of cabinet minister Alva?

I wonder how well Jirarudan would get along with some of the other bad guys. I think he’d take a shine to Molly but since he has only the vaguest concept of interpersonal skills I wager Spencer would ask him to leave. He’d also get along wonderfully with Lysandre because art and beauty and technology and holograms, but talk of politics and the world would bore him greatly and thus he’d avoid falling in with Flare because he just doesn’t give two shits about those things (and also he looks horrid in red). He’d get about five seconds into a conversation with Cyrus before realizing that the man has no artistic appreciation. The thieves from the fifth movie would probably just scare him (especially since they seem to have been reading up on him).

I specificially wrote protagonist in such a way so he can be viewed as backgroundless as possible, because I want to develop his personality without his origins restricting me. Yes, it seems strange, but I don’t want to go into the “And now our hero, Vladimir Sorokin / John Bush / %insert_accidental_traveller’s_original_name_here/% is going to change the world according to his looks, because they are the only right looks in the entire universe” - I’ve got enough of this, even if I never wrote anything in such a way. I never put up his original name, home country, city and such - I don’t want to characterise his background further than his hobbies and his thoughts about canon events. He just does what he wants to do - develops a vectored gravity control system, which allows reactionless movement (like “Tantalus” core on “Normandy” from Mass Effect or Megarig’s engine system from Pokemon movie #11), helps with deploying “Shining Star” strategical satellite (somewhat like “Icarus” from “Die another day”), that can both project reflected solar light on surface to act as the second sun and attack with superconcentrated beam of sunlight (dozens of times more powerful than “Icarus”’s beam, because “Shining Star” here isn’t the only reflector satellite in orbit - it can recieve reflected sunlight from many satellites in this complex, which have a lot of square kilometres of reflecting surfaces in total, and then concentrate it into a single beam less than a meter in diameter) and such. It’s also thought about by protagonist, that’s possible, that Jiri travelled into the our world and found himself in the protagonist’s original body, along with shards of protagonist’s personality and his memory, so, basically, Jiri here may be the reversal accidental traveller, but I, probably, won’t develop further story on this subject, because I don’t feel that I want to do it. I also don’t want to go along with artifact / Legendary / some out-of-universe being as reason for an accidental travel, because I’ve read enough of this and I’m sick of it. I just want to put it the way “It’ve happened for no reason at all, probability of your return is infinetely close to zero or is zero” to prevent it from interfering with me developing the story the way I want to. Also, protagonist here enjoys butterfly (Gokigen na chou ni natte kirameku kaze ni notte... Wait, not this “Butterfly”) effect very much, but understands, that his knowledge of canonical events is becoming less and less useful with each change in the flow of events, which are going like the chain reaction.

By the way, two megacorps (General Industries and TungusTech), which produce anything, except for Pokemon-special products (that branch of market is occupied by Silph Co and Devon Corporation, which are collaborating with both TungusTech and General Industries by purchasing their products) here compete only on the world market, because if they start war against eachother, they will both fatally lose their nearly-monopolistic positions on regional markets and become very vulnerable for the newborn market competitors, which will be created and sponsored by criminal syndicates such as Team Rocket, Team Plasma and Team Galactic. No CEO wants to destroy his megacorp in such a way, so they are allies in military, especially, when it comes to operations against criminals. Also, excuse me for typo - TungusTech carrier is named “Scimitar”.

@mgrgfan let’s talk ships. So, we both seem to be in agreement that the Hikoukyuu is for the most part fully automated. Though how it would land…you do propose an interesting idea, but that would suggest either that all landing pads are specifically built for that one ship or that there are other nearly identical ship out there.

Missed it. However, there’s still a chance it might be a troll.

op gets their ramen rated

Weird dream is still weird

A week ago I’ve had a weirdest dream so far. This time, it wasn’t so random, so I can somewhat diverge between two plotlines of it - “Deus Ex” line and “Pokemon” line, altough there were some intersections. There is nothing really special about a Deus Ex line (aside from the part that Gunther likes to sleep in a thick socks, what I’ve learned from his computer and which I’ve found in his hightstand), but it left overall impression that it was somehow tied to the Pokemon world through conspiracies and stuff (which was confirmed later).

The real fun begins when we get to the Pokemon line. First of all, there was a moment, when some N/Cilan-like guy was introducing himself to the protagonists somewhere near the ruins with game-trailer like overall feel. The guy himself wasn’t interesting but the place, when he was doing it, was, because this ruins were actually Hikōkyū’s wreck! What is even more interesting, that control tower and main body were mostly left intact, but one of the rings was gone as were the antigravs (though theirs remnants might’ve just got buried under the ground - Flying Palace was lying almost on side).

The second best moment was like an a “fly-around” shot in the movies, but now camera was flying between the rings of an airship, which could be easily called “Hikōkyū 2”. Why 2? Because it had a different sets of a propellers, some of the horizontal-propulsion props were also installed on the rings (unlike original, where all of them were mounted only on a main body of the ship), vertical-propulsion props were installed on the very short spindles and some of the additional propellers were gathered in the tight clusters. During the camera’s passing, all of the props were working hard, so, it left an impression that the Lawrence III (of course) was going to do something special, although not necessary linked to the Legendaries or Pokemon altogether.

The final moment was me (as an Adam Jensen), someone other and a Pokemon Trainer (protagonist from this dream game) inside a huge room, which was pretty similar to the Flying Palace’s (first one) exhibition hall, although far smaller. My impression (and an Adam’s map) confirmed, that this room was, in fact, one of the “Hikōkyū 2” rooms, and it was on one of the lower floors/decks. Our small team started to move out in hope of meeting Lawrence III and asking him some questions (Adam - about Illuminati and such, Trainer - don’t know, but definitely not something like Misty asked - overall, it felt like he wanted to get a few tips from the Collector, third person - no data) and, at this very moment, I awoke.

Some worldbuilding for my fic - Corporations, part 1.

In this universe, two megacorps - General Industries and Tunguska Technologies - over decades, mutated from classic corporations to some weird hybrids of corporations and states. Here is some info about internal political systems:

CEO of the corporation, which is pretty much President by any other name, is chosen by the High Economical Council, as opposed to classic Board of Directors.

The High Economical Council consists of the highest level managers, which are also representatives of the Employee Unions (which are pretty much Parties). There’s a lower border on how efficient manager needs to be to enter the High Economical Council, so employee-beloved idiots cannot get in it - corporation still needs to be profitable! In short, it’s a corporate-ed version of the classical Parliament.

There is also High Security Council, which is pretty much High Command and, as you may have already guessed, it commands... no, not only the Security Force, which is more like police, but also, and mostly, full-scale Corporate Army and some of hosted Private Military Contractors. In addition to everything above, they are responsible for choosing the Commander-in-chief.

Each time someone become a corporate employee, he/she is put on watch. When he/she proves himself/herself useful enough, he/she receives a single share and, because of this, becomes shareholder. While these shares do work somewhat like the normal shares (additional payment), their main purpose is indication of the “citizenship” of sort, because only shareholders may join Employee Unions and become managers. Shares of these corporations cannot be bought, sold or transferred, they may only be given to those who serve corporation well or revoked for internal crimes. The worst corporate punishment is full termination of the employment along with nullyfying shares and blacklisting biological ID data, because from this very moment, those who were punished in this way lose all of the corporate protection and rendered persona non-grata in all of the corporate-owned territory, which means they are now left to the Official State, which does not like corporates at all. Of course, those, who may give out important information, are either relocated into closed facilities and psychologically conditioned back into loyalty (if corps still need them), or suffer a deadly accident/simply disappear very soon after the employment termination (if corps have absolutely no further usage for them and they are too dangerous to just release outside of corporate territory).

As a matter of fact, total Employee Unions shares exceeds those of High Economical Council, shares of which exceeds those of CEOs, but individually, each of the High Economical Council members has less shares than CEO and each Employee Union member has less shares than member of the High Economical Council, so lower-key majorities can veto especially bad decisions of higher-key managers. This is deliberate to enforce sorta-democratic regimen, which has already prevented several CEOs from breaking the corporations apart one way or another.

Because of their wealth and power, corporations have a small Enclaves here and there. Most of time, these Enclaves have no name, instead being called like “Eastern Enclave №6″ and such.

Inside of these Enclaves, life is similar to both Azoth Kingdom and LaRousse, save for even more technology and automation, but Pokemon ownage and usage is heavily restricted. When not in the specified Training Complexes, Pokemon must be outfitted with a special restriction device, which prevents them from using any attacks. Also, to even own a Pokemon in these Enclaves, one must have special Pokemon Owner license, which is pretty hard to get. However, in the Tunguska Technologies-owned Enclaves, especially ones in the Soris region, there are special indulgences for the Soris Flygons, which allow to get Pokemon Owner license for them more easy than for other Pokemon. To some extent, this is also true to General Industries-owned Enclaves, but overall, GI Pokemon Usage Restriction policies are more, well, strict, than Tunguska Technologies ones.

The most prominent of these Enclaves are GI-owned Eastern Enclave №6 and TT-owned Southern Enclave №2. Both of them are heavily militarized, feature electrodynamic launch facilities (think LEO Shuttle from the Deus Ex) and more classic lauchpads for normal rockets, have airports and big airship-dedicated airfields, which can take up to four “Flygon” (GI)/”Altaria” (TT) Heavy Assault Ships (slightly bigger than canonical J’s airship) as well as several smaller airships and VTOLs at once. Even more - thanks to very high levels of automation, these Enclaves can, theoretically, operate even without help of humans, including defensive and offensive military operations, so, each of them is a very tough nut to crack. They also have some tactical fusion missiles at disposal, which are intended to be used in case of danger to entire Enclave, so, only truly insane can try taking on them.

 At the present time, General Industries has only one airborne aircraft carrier at it’s disposal - the very high-tech anti-gravity lifted “Saffron”, along with two modified “Flygons” for escort (two more are still being built), while Tunguska Technologies already has fully operational rigid hydrogen dirigible-type “Scimitar”, almost finished “Shamshir” and 75% finished “Yatagan” with modified “Druddigon”-class Medium Assault Ships for escort (three for each carrier). While significantly lower-tech and weaker than GI machines, Tunguska Technologies airships are far easier to build and maintain, following this corporation’s general line - “Easy to create, Easy to repair, Easy to replace” - so, for the time General Industries takes to finish a second “Saffron”-class airborne aircraft carrier, TT fleet will have at least five “Skimitar”-class carriers at it’s disposal.

Do you remember Dex entry on Arceus? The “It is described in mythology as the Pokémon that shaped the universe with its 1,000 arms.” one? I think, that what we get under the name “Arceus” in games is really just one of these “arms”, which he sorta “donates” to player.

catching legendary Pokémon has always made me a bit uncomfortable like? tapu koko is in my pc box rn. who’s protecting the island. Arceus is pretty much god and probably has better things to do than follow the commands of a 12 year old but ok

She’s a Rule 63 version, not 34! Rule 34 says that there is always a porno about this, and Rule 63 says that there is always gender-swapped version of this character.

Ok since last time almost everyone focused on the bosses, let’s go a bit different. Huggability rating, movie baddies.

In my headcanon (and fanfic once more, forgive me for mentioning it again), this walkways are protected by a forcefields (like the exponats in the exhibition hall), so you can’t fall from them for as long as they have enough power. I’m reading your “Obsession” now and I, actually, like it very much.

If you’re interested in my fanfic, it’s written in russian and called “Над землёй ничто не может связать меня...”(Above the ground, nothing can tie me down), and yeah, the name for this fic is derived from “Ware wa Collector” lyrics. This fanfic is about accidental traveler from our world, which managed to end up in Jiri’s body (Jiri’s full name here is Lawrence Gelardan the Third, but both real Jiri and traveller dislike theirs second name (Jiri - for family reasons, traveller - to uphold Jiri’s persona and just because he likes it that way) and prefer to be called simply Lawrence the Third) and recieved some of his person’s traits (his scientific genius, part of his collecting obsession and his memory (though he needs to actively search in it to found something as opposed to simply remembering)). The universe here is VERY different from what is shown in the official production, because there are megacorps with their own armies (in canon, there are yakuja teams with their own stadiums and casinos, acess to military-grade equipment, heavy armor vehicles and highly advanced biolabs, so why megacorps can’t also get some nice bonuses?) which even have their own airborne aircraft carriers (General Industries have an anti-gravity powered “Saffron” (which is somewhat similar to the “Daedalus” from SRIII), TungusTech have a rigid-hydrogen-dirigible-type “Scymithar”) and thermonuclear devices (mostly used for excavation and other peaceful purposes, like in USSR and UA back in the 60′s-80′s, but there are some TBMs and ICBMs with thermonuclear warheads), generations aren’t as rigid (there are already Skarmorys and Rayquaza, but time here is set mostly during the Orange Islands ark) and megacorps having enough political weight, so they are as powerful as the official goverment and can give some of their’s employees corporate immunity, which is much like diplomatic immunity, but even more powerful. Jiri here was a corporate employee (engineer-inventor) even before fic starts, and he was a very important one (here he was the one who invented anti-gravity technology, forcefields and the source of nearly limitless energy), so he had a free work graphic (to work at Flying Palace on whatever project he considered to be interesting, because it will always prove itself useful for General Industries) and a corporate immunity in his work contract (because I wanted to justify him being very wealthy, but not seeming to have a full-time job and being able to deploy weaponry on Legendaries without any problems with law). I specificially prefer to write original memories of the protagonist in a such way, so minimal amount of information can be derived from it - I’m fed up with fics about accidental travellers which are full of “For the Glory of Mother Яussia / USA / Great Britain / %insert_country_name_of_an_accidental_traveller’s_origin_here/%” moments, forgive me for my small rant. Fic is located here (russian only, no translation currently available) - https://ficbook.net/readfic/3693118 . Sorry for this wall of the text.

@mgrgfan let’s talk ships. So, we both seem to be in agreement that the Hikoukyuu is for the most part fully automated. Though how it would land…you do propose an interesting idea, but that would suggest either that all landing pads are specifically built for that one ship or that there are other nearly identical ship out there.

Re-entry (mini-fic)

Six months.

For six months already crew of the “Space Lab Two” was working on pure inertia.

Because Soris Empire fell.

Their families, friends, relatives, co-workers - they were no more.

Killed by the rampant Pokemon, irradiated to death, evaporated in the giant thermonuclear blasts - it did not matter.

The only thing that mattered now was the supplies.

And they were running low.

- Captain, we’ve already overshot our goal by two months, - said the physicist, floating from one wall of the command module to another. - As for now, we have one week at most, then air reprocessors won’t hold anymore and will most likely fail - I told we needed to replace them three launches ago. Does anyone there want to suffocate to death?

- To be honest... - started the biologist.

- To flak with this pessimism, - harshly said the captain. - There are still people down there, so we may as well as try to get down and try to survive alongside them. Our death up there will be no use to anyone!

- Well, you’re top officer here, so, as you wish, - responded the pilot. - However, there are no infrastructure left to meet us, so, we have to de-orbit our return vehicle in such a way, so we’ll land somewhere near the survivors.

- Do you think it’s such a big problem? - asked physicist. - Even if we, for some reason, won’t use our own surveillance telescopes, we still can communicate with the recon satellite network and get all data we want from them, so, finding the good landing place shouldn’t be that hard. Re-entering the atmosphere and landing, however...

- I can work on that, - said the pilot. - Of course, autopilot shall do most of the job, but, in the event of something, we need to be sure we’ll actually land our and not commence unplanned lithobreaking. Even if our return vehicle is, basically, renamed... 

- Work on it tomorrow. Right now, everyone goes into gravity wheels and takes a nice, long sleep. We need to calculate how to bring twenty-five humans back to Earth safely. We need to get everything ready for it. We will not be able to properly do it in such an exhausted state, so, put these caffeine drinks away and go snore a bit.

-... So, deorbiting at this points shall be fine, - murmured the captain, plotting the course for the return vehicle. - The secondary data pod shall be ejected at this point and then station will commence transfer to the junkyard orbit. Vasilyev - had you located the survivors enclaves?

- Yes, I’ve had, you can see them here, - responded the crewmember, marking several points at main display. - As you can see, we can correct our landing course in the atmosphere itself, so, detaching the return vehicle from the station here shall be fine enough. Also, all of the “Overlord of Skies”-class airships have been destroyed, the most recent one - “Researcher-2″ - crashing in Kalos, and, considering the radiation scans, because of some sort of a reactor failure. It’s good thing satellite network is still kicking.

- Not so good, - said communications operator. - We can’t manually order heavy recon and repeater satellites to fire the engines and transfer themselves to graveyard orbits.

- Do you think...

- Yes. If something goes wrong, satellites will de-orbit and disintegrate upon re-entering atmosphere. And, as you remember, they are powered by the nuclear fission reactors...

- Just like the our station now, since the parabolic mirror was destroyed. Well, shouldn’t they fire engines if automatics onboard detect something going wrong with reactor, such as meltdown or running low on fuel?

- They should, and they also should auto-correct orbit, but, if system goes offline or, what’s even worse, nuts, we’ll have radioactive nuclear fuel sprayed across the world.

- But ISF9 automatics rarely, if ever, fail, - taped the captain, trying to prevent panic. - Besides, it’s not like we can do something about it, so let’s just hope for the best. What about our return vehicle?

- Good, comrade captain. After some tweaking, according to the pre-written instruction for that exact kind of situation - apparently, our guys in FCC were quite paranoid - we’ve modified interior of the lenticular return vehicle to be able to safely house all twenty-five peoples for entirety of return and landing procedures. A bit cramped, but better that, than nothing. What we’ll do with normal 3-seated return pods, though?

- They’ll stay here. After all, there’s no infrastructure left for retrieval operations. the LRV can guide where it lands pretty good, these can’t.

- Goodbye, “Space Lab Two”. We will greatly miss you, - said the pilot, looking in the return vehicle’s main window. The space station, jewel in crown of the Empire’s space program, was left by it’s crew forever and was programmed to eject an emergency data pod at the marker of the landed return vehicle, so knowledge will be preserved. - Proceeding as normal, four hours until touchdown.

- Acknowledged - replied physicist, still thinking about the fate of the space station. - Station will fire engines and transfer to the graveyard orbit in ten orbital periods, secondary data pod ejection will be commenced in three periods.

- Good, - said captain. - Let’s hope this snake-dragon-missile-thing - the green one...

- It’s called “Rayquaza”, comrade captain, - taped the biologist.

- Whatever. So, let’s hope it does not commence orbital interception of our lenticular return vehicle.

- And it applies to our station and satellites too, - grunted comm operator, looking at the map with locations of recon and repeater satellites. - I’m sure no one will like reactor’s active zone dispersed all across the region...

The streamlined lenticular return vehicle fired the small frontal engines and slowly sailed away from the huge station, which has already stopped rotation of the giant centrifugal gravity wheels. then turned and fired main thrusters, decelerating and starting the atmospheric re-entry sequence, while the Space Lab Two continued to silently perish, deactivating life support systems, which were not needed anymore, one after another, and preparing to shut down the reactor as soon as it gets to the graveyard orbit.

- Mom, you’ve told me, that seven years ago, our village’s elder died upon gazing at the shooting star and said some strange words. What did he say?

- Something like “recon”, “re-entry”, “disintegrating” and “all across the...”, upon saying which he died.

- What did it mean?

- Who knows, dear, who knows. After all, he came from the time, when humans made great things, discovered the basis of life itself, cracked the uncrackable and even flew beyond the skies...

He hovers to move around the ground, and hovering uses less energy than flying. 

But don’t you fly to move around…?