Shrapnel - Fragments of the Inner Sphere, published in 1988, Steve
Venters, Charles Bernard, Jane Bigos, Tim Bradstreet, David R. Deitrick,
Les Dorsheid, Tara Gallagher, Bryan Gibson, Gideon, Allen Gutierrez,
Rick Harris, Jim Holloway, David J. Hutchins, Dana Knutson, Jeff
I know Maul has to die eventually but I am going to miss Sam Witwer’s voice oozing through the speakers. Hopefully he’ll do a Star Wars audiobook or participate in some other part of the franchise because damn, that man has a sexy voice.
Man, those “Forbidden Planet” (1956) props really made the rounds. “Queen of Outer Space” (1958), “The Time Machine” (1960), “The Twilight Zone” (late 1950s - early 60s), even “Star Trek: First Contact” (1996).
And here they are again in this promo for the 1962 sci fi comedy “The Three Stooges in Orbit”.
The walls between universes swayed from point to point
in random motion. The space between grew to infinity and then shrank as fast as
they expanded. I stared, if such an act could be done with no eyes and no body,
at the expansion and contractions, mesmerized by the nothingness dancing
between the barriers. Perceptions of an eternity passed by as my being took in
the phenomena before itself.
But time did not exist where I was, outside the scope
of your universe, any universe. Who’s to say my existence was for femtoseconds
or millennia, the exhilaration of being was euphoric. Cognizance was a gift
from a stranger, but I didn’t ask from who. I don’t know how I came to be where
sentience should not exist but I could sense the multitude of worlds to enter.
Their whispers crept by the apex of being, tempting me to enter their infinite
Physical existence was a foreign concept; I had
already forgot whether I had a body. Such an idea did not matter here, I had no
anchor pulling me to a home, no memory of where I came from or what I should
be. I let my consciousness relax and allocate between the void. It spread like
water to fill the space between; growing and shrinking with the harmonic of
each brane. Soon there was no longer a void, I had filled the empty space with
In this state, I peeked into the rose of creation of
an infinite number universes. A multitude of big bangs occurred every moment,
creating the potential for life. Yet, an innumerable number of worlds reached
their crux prematurely, before the lives ushered in from the void could be.
There was nothing binding life to the universes, and so they wailed into
nonexistence with its death.
Suddenly I knew the purpose of my existence. My being instinctively
contracted into an infinitesimal point, and when the walls expanded yet again,
I was flung into a universe just as its rose bloomed. I expanded with the force
of the Big Bang, encompassing the entirety of space and time. As I spread across
the universe I felt life being ushered into it, and with all my being I clung
to each soul for the remainder of my existence.
Used a mix of The Expanse promotional material as reference. Now I want to draw a Belter and Martian version, too! (Naomi and Bobbie?? YES). Also inspired by my other spacey fanart stuffwith characters holding planets.
I’ve loved Chrisjen Avasarala from that first pistachio-filled chapter. Listening to the books on Audible - and have to be careful not to laugh out loud in public.