I Think The Obsession With Having Been “born This Way” Largely Stems From The Idea That You Need

why is there no electricity after the apocalypse?

something people writing post-apocalyptic fiction always seem to forget is how extremely easy basic 20th century technology is to achieve if you have a high school education (or the equivalent books from an abandoned library), a few tools (of the type that take 20 years to rust away even if left out in the elements), and the kind of metal scrap you can strip out of a trashed building.

if you want an 18th century tech level, you really need to somehow explain the total failure of humanity as a whole to rebuild their basic tech infrastructure in the decade after your apocalypse event.

i am not a scientist or an engineer, i’m just a house husband with about the level of tech know-how it takes to troubleshoot a lawn mower engine, but i could set up a series of wind turbines and storage batteries for a survivor compound with a few weeks of trial and error out of the stuff my neighbors could loot from the wreckage of the menards out on highway 3. hell, chances are the menards has a couple roof turbines in stock right now. or you could retrofit some from ceiling fans; electric motors and electric generators are the same thing, basically.

radio is garage-tinkering level tech too. so are electric/mechanical medical devices like ventilators and blood pressure cuffs. internal combustion’s trickiest engineering challenge is maintaining your seals without a good source of replacement parts, so after a few years you’re going to be experimenting with o-rings cut out of hot water bottles, but fuel is nbd. you can use alcohol. you can make bio diesel in your back yard. you can use left-over cooking oil, ffs.

what i’m saying is, we really have to stop doing the thing where after the meteor/zombies/alien invasion/whatever everyone is suddenly doing ‘little house on the prairie’ cosplay. unless every bit of metal or every bit of knowlege is somehow erased, folks are going to get set back to 1950 at the most. and you need to account somehow for stopping them from rebuilding the modern world, because that’s going to be a lot of people’s main life goal from the moment the apocalypse lets them have a minute to breathe.

nobody who remembers flush toilets will ever be content with living the medieval life, is what i’m saying. let’s stop writing the No Tech World scenario.

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tag yourself i’m the man of petty ambition

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I love these. Also whoops on the name, I'm always bad with those.

Systins my beloved. Is it like a monkey's paw sorta deal or?

Imagine eating fibs like a Roman Emperor and going crazy from led poisoning.

The Skyrazers be giving me ultrakill vibes, like you would run around one in a level or something like that lol.

What sorta weird creatures exist in Dust to Dawn? Speeding up evolution is bound to produce something funny.

Renamed that to 'New Millennium'

Some funky critters n such ive conceptualized recently:

-Systins, mythological(?) creatures said to inhabit ancient technology and the Datasphere; they are said to grant unimaginable wishes, but only according to a set of varying nonsense rules (not spec bio realy but i wanted to mention it :3) -Fibs, a sort of asexually reproducing fig which is very sweet, because of the lead-based toxins it sequesters into its fruits (thus 'fib' bc the sweet is a lie)

-Skyrazers, living towers which walk across Medimaria (formerly 'North America'), on legs of rubble animated by synthetic muscle built by nanotechnology and micro-scale robotic self-repair units. The original walking tower was a type of experimental arcology which in the Doom sought resources to sustain its precious cargo, and so uprooted itself in search of water. It has since mitosis'd into several daughters