okay but i was reading the codex for how translators work in mass effect and it says most species know how to speak some alien tongue for the sake of sounding more natural and accepting of other races so imagine the translators get disabled on the normandy while edi is updating them and garrus approaches shepard, and she responds “hey garrus” loudly and slowly in plain english- and he goes to open his mouth and out comes fucking spanish.
Darkness covers the globe, a shadow stretching across the midday sky and shrouds every continent, ocean and state.
A single flying saucer descends from the enormous shadow, landing in the middle of central Tokyo, inciting panic and fascination from the populous. Similar ships land in cities all over the world soon after. The Armies of all nations have their weapons aimed at the mysterious invaders as they await further movement.
Suddenly, the ships light all at once, as they all project a single image. The image is quickly televised and broadcast throughout the entire world on every media platform.
On the grand hall of the mothership, an alien entity crawls center stage, its undefined shape confusing to the eyes of humans who stare at it with awe.
It speaks in an alien tongue, and its words get translated into over a thousand human languages.
“This last planetary cycle was a test. And you all failed.”
Your friends are all playing Pokemon Go. They seem insistent that you join them. After you decline, strangers start staring at you in the street. Each time you make eye contact, you hear voices talking about ‘candy’ and 'stardust’ and naming things in an alien tongue. You stop making eye contact.
Finally, you are privileged enough to download the game. You feel a bit of your soul slip away. You don’t know where it went. You get the feeling that you shouldn’t try to find out.
There is a rare Pokemon nearby. As you walk towards it, it rises to the top of the nearby list. It has been there for hours.
You walk by the side of a busy road. You don’t recognize the street names, but you’re sure you’ll find something familiar eventually. You keep walking.
Pokemon Go has taught you the importance of looking both ways when you cross the street. You look both ways even when you’re not crossing the street. You are constantly alert. Sometimes you see dark figures out of the corner of your eye. You tell yourself they’re not real. After the sixth one, you start to think you have it backwards. Maybe you’re the one who’s not real.
The shadow of a Lapras appears on your radar. There is no water until the ocean, hundreds of miles away. You look at the shadow again. It is definitely a Lapras. You walk towards the ocean.
Your feet are covered in blisters. Your knee sometimes bends the wrong way. Every labored footstep is agony. You bite your lip and keep walking. Each day, you get up and do it again.
Your battery is at 6%. It has always been at 6%. You do not remember a time when it was not at 6%.
You are playing Pokemon Go at night. You walk down a dark alley to reach a Pokestop and see four muscular thugs guarding a rusty metal door. You have to stand by the door to get the pokestop. They do not stop you. They fear you. They are right to fear you.
I remember the very, very first time that I smoked DMT. It was sort of a benchmark, you might say, and I remember that this
friend of mine that always got there first visited me with this little
glass pipe and this stuff which looked like orange mothballs. And since I
was a graduate of Dr. Hofmann’s,
I figured there were no surprises. So the only question I asked is,
‘How long does it last?’ and he said, 'About five minutes.’
So I did it and…[long pause, audience cheers] there
was a something, like a flower, like a chrysanthemum in orange and
yellow that was sort of spinning, spinning, and then it was like I was
pushed from behind and I fell through the chrysanthemum into another
place that didn’t seem like a state of mind, it seemed like another
place. And what was going on in this place aside from the tastefully socketed indirect lighting, and the crawling geometric hallucinations
along the domed walls, what was happening was that there were a lot of
ahh.. beings in there, what I call self-transforming machine elves. Sort
of like jeweled basketballs all dribbling their way toward me. And if
they’d had faces they would have been grinning, but they didn’t have
faces. And they assured me that they loved me and they told me not to be
amazed; not to give way to astonishment.
And so I watched them,
even though I wondered if maybe I hadn’t really done it this time, and
what they were doing was they were making objects come into existence by
singing them into existence. Objects which looked like Fabergé eggs from Mars morphing themselves with Mandaean alphabetical structures. They looked like the concrescence of
linguistic intentionality put through a kind of hyper-dimensional
transform into three-dimensional space. And these little machines
offered themselves to me. And I realized when I looked at them that if I
could bring just one of these little trinkets back, nothing would ever
be quite the same again. And I wondered, Where Am I? And What Is Going On?
It occurred to me that these must be holographic viral projections from
an autonomous continuum that was somehow intersecting my own, and then I
thought a more elegant explanation would be to take it at face value
and realize that I had broken into an ecology of souls. And that somehow
I was getting a peek over the other side.
Somehow I was finding out
that thing that you cheerfully assume you can’t find out. But it felt
like I was finding out. And it felt.. and then I can’t remember what it
felt like because the little self-transforming tykes interrupted me and
said, “Don’t think about it. Don’t think about who we are… Think about
doing what we’re doing. Do it! Do it! DO IT NOW!!!”
And what they meant was use your voice to make an object. And as I
understood, I felt a bubble kind of grow inside of me. And I watched
these little elf tykes jumping in and out of my chest; they like to do
that to reassure you. And they said, “Do it.” And I felt language rise
up in me that was unhooked from english, and I began to speak…
– Terence McKenna, “Alien Dreamtime” a multimedia event recorded live. (27 February 1993)