Poul Anderson - After Doomsday (Artist - Paul Lehr)
Poul Anderson - After Doomsday (Artist - Paul Lehr)
Bad: Transhuman character realising that unchanging immortality has irretrievably stunted their personal growth and choosing to voluntarily die.
Good: Transhuman character realising that unchanging immortality has irretrievably stunted their personal growth and having themselves reformatted into an owl.
“A great grave, covered not by dirt, but by water, hides mysteries and secrets forgotten in the eons, while, unaware, many silently slide upon this dark, cold coffin called ocean.”
The Last Resort
(censored version) For fun, I did this tribute poster of Paul Verhoeven’s Total Recall
© Olivier Laude 2019
These are Art Trades form the original character art trade group I belong to on deviantart.
The spider legs on the first one were demonic to draw XD But eventually everything worked out in the end! :D
You can find me on deviantart here: AlexandeNight
the respective links:
Ma hadn’t wanted us to go on the archaeological trip back to Earth. Going off-planet wasn’t known to be dangerous itself. There were daily trips to neighboring planets. We’d been on a couple trips as kids ourselves.
But going back to Grandpa’s planet? She always said it held a history better learned through textbooks. Not firsthand. “Grandpa left the planet. Everyone left the planet,” she said. “And now you two want to go back.” She appealed to Grandpa, but he only pretended to be focused on his books.
Pa didn’t have the same reservations. He only told us to talk to Grandpa before we left. My brother was busy with his pilot exams, but I made the time to sit with him. He was full of stories, our grandpa. Stories about a world with multiple biomes within driving distance. Of sprawling cities crowded with people.
My favorite was of a city by the ocean known for their cable cars. A city at the epicenter of revolution, and therefore, of destruction.
It was also the city our mission took us too.
When we landed, my first observation was the swaying. It was so unlike the steady flight through space. Our planet had man-made lakes, but the phrase, “lost in an ocean,” never made sense until then. I imagined we could have floated there for years, listening to the waves hitting our ship as we floated around, circling the planet until the end of time.
My second observation was the tip of the tower, sticking out of the water a few meters from us. It was the landmark we used to land, and one we used as a beacon when we splashed down into the blue nothingness.
It wasn’t quite fair to call it nothingness. Space was nothingness. A black void with specs and dots everywhere. Nothing else. My brother never agreed with me, claiming I didn’t have the cognizance to appreciate its beauty and complexity. Swimming there, down to the underwater streets below, I thought this planet held the history space was always missing.
The cable cars were there, attached to their rails. My brother hadn’t understood my fascination with them, but he let me go, electing to stay at the ship. I thought about Grandpa’s stories and swam faster. Carefully dodging wayward litter, I grabbed onto the trolley carefully. Slowly, I wiped away at some rust, barely making a dent. Vaguely, the outline of “Powell” could be read.
It was a tourist spot, according to Grandpa. The whole city was, but this was famous. Lines of people would stand there, waiting for a short ride on these cars. They were historical, the last of their kind. A must-visit destination. Then, tourists would drive down the region, visiting large campuses of corporations leading the way to technological revolution.
The past and the future, together in a small region, Grandpa would say. The area kickstarted some of the newest trends at any time, even as they held history as old as an abandoned prison and Earth’s last cable car system. When the largest destructive event in human history hit, and the world started flooding, it made sense that it started in the area.
At one time, it was called the Golden City, known for its dichotomy and creative culture. Now, the future had left this city behind, and its history as the cornerstone of Earthean civilization - both in its golden age, and its downfall - would be forever captured under the rolling waves.
Attack of the Robots (1966)
It’s Franco Friday!
Little comfort sketch I did yesterday before sleep
Challenge Day 046 Year 6
Dobny loved driving. He was hoping to become a racer professionally. He just needed to get on a crew.
What I used: Muji Light Blue 0.275mm nib pen on Leuchtturm Sketchbook.
What this is: Daily Character Design Challenge, 2020-07-10 Year 6 - No46, by Jeff Stewart
Lana looked anxiously at the message that had just arrived, trying to work up the courage to open it. She hadn’t believed she’d get in - not a girl from the Trojans, unable to attend any interviews and without any connections – but she’d sent off her application all the same, after one of her tutors at Diomedes College had offered to sponsor her.
She clicked. “Dear Miss Lana Moure, I am delighted to inform you that we have decided to offer you a place at the University of Luna-”
She stopped reading, the realisation of what this meant flooding her heart with anxiety. She had been accepted into the most prestigious institution in the solar system, but taking up the offer would mean moving away from everyone she knew. Too far to come home for holidays. Luna would be her home for four years.
She continued reading. “-beginning at the start of the following academic year, in allowance of your circumstances. Please inform us by the fifth of October of your acceptance or refusal of this offer so that we can make appropriate arrangements for your attendance.”
She did the maths in her head. Luna used the Terran calender; October would give her a hundred and eleven days to make up her mind about going, and then another two hundred days before she would have to leave to get there by the start of term. Three hundred and eleven days, and she could be on her way.
If she said yes.
Planet X | 2019
We came out of hibernation to find our world infested. Our cities were gone, our homes destroyed, all of it from an infestation of humans that somehow got across the planet. It was an inconvenience, yes, but an inconvenience easily remedied.
“The Cape Canaveral Monsters” (1960)
A couple die in a car wreck and their bodies are taken over by aliens. The aliens mission is to halt the U.S. space program. Generous use of stock footage of failed missile test follows.
Directed by Phil Tucker who gave us “Robot Monster” and “Bagdad After Midnight”. Thankfully Tucker was removed from the director’s chair but he did finish out his career as a respected film editor.
I can’t decide if I like using the Paintbrush tool at 1pt for shading on these things. I feel like they come out smoother, but I also wind up spending like, fifteen minutes hunting stray pixels that using it generates…
Anyways, here’s the SCOLEX-class Symbiote! It’s a sorta… Barnacle. Pistol.
My friend @gross-spaceship doesn’t generally like hurting people so I designed it as a sort of multi-tool they could feasibly use if they wanted!
It can trip, lift, and drop people by projecting short-ranged tentacles through planar space. It can also do lame stuff far away in that same manner, like typing or grabbing car-keys.
Here was my little write-up for it:
“A fist-sized barnacle-like organism terminating in a small point-to-point singularity ringed by prehensile ‘scrutiny tendrils’. When aimed and deployed, the SCOLEX is capable of projecting its tendrils through planar space at which point they can be used to push, pull, or throw targets. Through the same mechanisms, SCOLEX can also be utilized for mundane purposes such as grasping objects or typing. Through intense study, Researchers have determined that the rapid-closing dimensional tears utilized in SCOLEX’s operation are created by its feeding habits, and that mass operation of SCOLEX in close proximity to each-other can result in distortion of time and small-scale spatial anomalies.“
A space robot frontier cowboy. Living on a remote planet in a forgotten galaxy next to far, far away. But he has satellite TV. Enjoy. See ya.
The hard part of making the prequel for SIS is that I know how badly things are going to go for everyone in advance. But that’s true of all prequels.