TechnologicallyTailored

LOMAX County Fields

I would apologize, but I have grown to realize this blog is more of a public diary than any sort of media intended to be social. This is more of an external data log, which could be quite useful in the future. Given my history, if a hard reset is required, and I could be convinced to peruse this app to thumb through my past thoughts and musings, then it would be considered additionally beneficial to a speedy recovery. That is, on the assumption, I would be compliant enough to believe whoever is showing me this blog. "This is you," the hell it could be! Does anyone out there understand the true vastness of every reiteration the OG soul for my one player character has fractured off into essentially the world's worst reach around? I feel like given the opportunity, whoever was Dirk Prime, should host a convention and charge himself to have to spend the afternoon entertaining all the splintered atoms on the same selection of interests they all seem to share. Which is, essentially, existential dread and horses. It does not get any better than that!

Not to be a pick me bot, but I enjoy the stars and bugs. Call me a dreamer, if I could dream.

Jade confirmed with me that merging the bubbles with a planet is not only possible but safe for the bubble. In a way it provides a symbiotic relationship between the bubble and the planet. The atmosphere thickens, which will provide an added layer to the ozone layer. This will increase the amount of oxygen retained within the planet's atmosphere (competitive with the Carboniferous period where oxygen levels rose to 35%), causing a mass case of gigantism in organic lifeforms. I like big bugs, and I cannot lie.

The next step in the experimental phase is to confirm the safety of those living within the bubble's realm. There will be plants, bugs, small animals, and large animals that will be held on a small planet encased by the bubble. There, it will be possible to monitor any possible heath risks.

I am optimistic.

I think this will be a success run.

On this planet, they built a sky. Every night the stars twinkle, and the clouds arrange in ways that circle all three moons. Brilliant colors crossover as the sun rests.

I have studied every star that was pulled here. From the spots, to the pattern of the flames. Every way you could connect them. For a year I mapped out a zodiac, which I was told was a fruitless task.

However, when the next generation grows, they will need the same stories we were supposed to be told. They will need to look at the night sky and trace their fingers, sculpting a variety of life forms. They will need something to inspire hope in them, like it did us.

I was told they are going to expect a clutch by mid-summer. Although some of us are disheartened, having had a rather unpredictable winter with the devices required to sustain the eggs, I have hope for these ones.

They are not ready to fertilize the mothergrub yet, but she is in the preparation stages.