Created Friday 02 November 2012
The non-Predator ones.
- Calling pudgies blattids? (blaberids? Hell, they called rabid Martian locusts "Nematodes" in that one movie! Not the best guide to follow into the stars, but still.) And giving them all sorts of water bear properties: leaving eggs and feces in molts, spending quality time as tuns, regrowing teeth (and spending time toothless) between molts, fun stuff like that.
- And calling the whole thing Tosca ? (After some doomed woman or some such). It does take place in space, is meant to have essentially leitmotifs, to have interwining plots, and will always be shabby.
- Not sure where to put any of these, but they're amazing!
- I like a combination of Ichneumon eumerus and Glyptapanteles
One of these has to live through the dead. Eat the dead.
My twin arguments are that space will always be two things. 1. Just too frigging big for our species, and 2. Either already having an ecosystem we're entering, or not being able to support one, foiling even our best efforts to die anywhere but here. So I don't think we need to look for life on other planet to know if space it habitable. If space isn't, it's going to take our sorry asses to long to get there to find you out. You slooooowly bake in ways we just don't understand (in a scurvy in an exotic land sort of way) while you spend your whole life and ordain that of your daughter's daughter's daguhter's daughter's daughter's daughter's daughter's daughter's daughter's daughter's daughter's daughter's daughter's daughter's daughter's daughter's daughter's daughter's daughter's daughter's daughter's daughter's daughter's daughter's daughter's daughter's daughter's daughter's daughter's daughter.
Yeah, let's assume you live to ripe old age of 100 even as you pickle in the empty terrors of space, but I don't think you want to dedicate your entire life to doing that if you don't to least have a chance of making it worth the effort. And ifyou wasnt to trvel to a place that's, say, 1,000 light years away, then you better be ready to somehow ensure that your "society" will have 30 daughters (i.e.,. 30 generations you can ensure will continue to have generations). And yeah, that kind does put a selective evolutionary pressure on haveing daughters. Yeah, you can see becoming parthenogenic in space. And males having to do a hell of a run-around to that to remain necessary for that. (It's not hard to do, but it does sometimes take exploring risks. And yeah, I think that is the true definition of maleness.
Ahem.
To act upon this world through possessing the dead. Somehow. Reanimation is a powerful force. That is easily also used as a weapon.
2023-01-16
Just to be clear, Ijust learned about the premise of The Last of Us now. Although, yeah, I knew about the ant (and fly) molds already---although that part about 94 degrees I don't know; certainly heard that as the reason why before.