a transcendent state in which there is neither suffering, desire, nor sense of self, and the subject is released from the effects of karma and the cycle of death and rebirth. It represents the final goal of Buddhism.
“Punk is musical freedom. It’s saying, doing and playing what you want. In Webster’s terms, ‘nirvana’ means freedom from pain, suffering and the external world, and that’s pretty close to my definition of Punk Rock.”
Planet Hr-31v4, commonly named Solia, is the only planet of the Hir'rajk system to have developed life; by the ranking of Kijak-nir, Solia is remarkably tiny for a planet which sustains millions of independent lifeforms, many of vastly different species.
The current domminant species, a carbon-based warm-blooded flesh-creature, is named Solians after the planet’s common name- the Solians, we’ve discovered, refer to themselves as ‘humans’.
Going by the Jenkinsverse, there would be machines capable of making anything as long you programmed them right, from weapons through clothing and chessboards through, say…
An endless supply of yarn.
The aliens are at first confused when they find Dani sitting cross-legged on the floor with two waving sticks and a long, long thread coming out of the factory of the ship, then get surprised and a little excited when they find out ne can make clothing and toys and baskets and whatnot out of it, but in the long run…
Well. The crew is fluent in human-swearing and can tell the difference between I-lost-count-somewhere swearnig and I-fucking-dropped-a-stich swearnig, and throughly annoyed that Dani just can’t seem to be pryed from the machine (except for when ne has work, but meals and showers get forgotten and GET YOURSELF TAKEN CARE OF DANI, YOU LOST WEIGHT AND SMELL!!!) also they consider selling some of the stuff because it starts to take over the whole ship.
It’s resolved by limiting nir allotted supply of materials, and a firm talk-to by an elder human via vid-feed (a ‘Grandma’ who, the crew decide, must be both judge and a kind of therapist in human culture, and not a lifeform to be crossed) so all is well in the end.
Until the first time ne yarnbombs the ship. But that’s a story for another time.