Herren Frn Kttsfren, A Gentleman I Met In A Dream.

“Herren från Köttsfären”, a gentleman I met in a dream.

Orthroheimian hiveminds are usually comprised of 60 to 80 billion preserved (and still active) human brains. Even if the average hivemind is so asininely technologically intelligent as to be able to produce technologies that would seem magical to less developed societies, they still need to use fairly “archaic” (to them) storage methods for all the brains that make up their whole.

“Dark Moons” is the most commonly used term to describe the storage units keeping the individual brains of a hivemind. Moon-sized spheroids containing complex coolant webs, communication links between each individual brain, and dense supersolid exotic materials to act as all-purpose shielding.

Hive bodies can take on any form the resulting hivemind “singular super mind” wishes for, but typically follow the same general molecular makeup. Hivemind bodies are usually similar in bending ability to rubber, with ultratechnical internal fusion engines to power their vast amounts of biotechnical muscles. It is not yet known how the hiveminds keep the nutritional needs of each brain attended to, but it is hypothesized to be a Ship of Theseus paradox in action, where the brain tissues have been slowly replaced with more exotic biotechnical tissues while the hivemind was in it’s larval stages. This hypothesis is unproven.

Wip for a school assigment.

Me, according to two separate dreams I’ve had.

Aseffe, the smithing radiogiant.

Popular amongst the native shrimp humans of Pangaea, Aseffe is revered and prayed to for strength and tool innovation. Shrimp who bring metals will get to bear witness to Aseffe’s extraordinary brutish but quiet strength, as they will freely bend or alter the metal to a desired shape. The shrimps will often bring offerings in the form of hunted skulls, picked moss (sometimes harvested algae if no moss is around), and shining rocks in exchange for Aseffe’s services. They do not realize that Aseffe does what they do purely because they wish to kill some of the boredom of their nigh-infinite lifespan.

Before the Apocalypse, Aseffe was an engineer. Aseffe is not their birth name, but simply a title given to them by the shrimps.

DJUPT INUTI

Within a feral rotting shell resides a near pristine personality, making himself apparent within the foul smog of his self-acting body.