“My God, why does he look so sad?! He’s already destroyed mankind what else could he want?!”
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“He’s bleeding man, he’s bleeding! And nobody’s doing anything about it!”
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Category Archives: Nautilus
00480309 (future echo of 00470309)
Okay so let’s talk about the *original* Game of Life, the one that ends in RETIREMENT.
Well, as I’m calculating, if you retire at 62 or 63 and live to be 100, that’s more time spent *living* on the other side of the date subtract all the work work and then recovering from this work in your afterhours, needing more time to buy proper work clothes, and so on. And also assuming that you’re still pretty mobile at least some way into your 90s. In this scenario, it’s really more fitting to say the 2nd half of Life — beyond the Game — only starts when you retire and not just at some kind of so-called mid-life crisis or anything. And it doesn’t have to be mere slide and glide afterwards as some might put it, swift motion without aim toward the grave. It could be about a different motion, a different progression than you had when you work worked. And this is a problem I think a lot of people are confronted with upon leaving their job. 8-5 filled a lot of time. Maybe you had friends at work that will be hard to keep up with now unless, perhaps, they’re around the same age and have some of the same interests that you can share beyond it. What I’m saying is that the old energy needs to be put to new uses. Play with your freed up schedule; have *fun* with it. Think of time as also increasing in quality as well as quantity.
Speaking of gliders…
Constantynople, Constance
… let’s talk about Death now. The true end.
https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2025/07/02/00470309/
“No need to worry about a glider this time,” exudes the spirit-head that calls herself Phyllis, guessing what he was going to say.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0309, Constantynople, Nautilus
00480205
I’m not in a position to reveal much yet but I can say I’m contemplating moving back to Nautilus, the continent I primarily called “home” starting in photo-novel 13 and ending in photo-novel 40. I’d give it a 30-70 chance of happening right this moment. I really like my place alongside the shores of Nawt Vaya — and below its waters too a bit! And Jeogeot overall has been a fine continental home for 41-47, a new era in photo-novel development as other virtual realities have come to the fore as well. But Second Lyfe is a mutable environment and you have to move around at times to recapture the magic of the place. And there definitely is magic. Just shifty — comes and goes from here and there in this gracefully aging world. Have to be aware of provided clues for relocation. I’m not completely sold yet — at all. But for the first time in a while I’m thinking about it. I can’t be in the corner this time, though. Too much abandoned land for that.
And I’d be isolated from whatever contacts I have left in the game. Moreso than ever. But that’s just the way of life these days. I’m leaving the old behind to find out what’s in the New.
Speaking of revelations, here’s a related photo, ha. Peppre Ann.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0205, Jeogeot, Lower Austra^, Nautilus, Nawt Vaya, New York, NVFS, Wubbel
00480202
“Investigation?”
“Yeah, like Perry Mason. We… probably have to bring back Duncan A. if so.” I hesitated because I knew [baker b.] would be uncomfortable with this. The Green Dude was suppose to be dead, like that guy in the blue and yellow teepee also initialed A. But yet he lives. And so, probably, does Duncan. A way to remember him by.
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“I know this man!” says Martell Mandell out loud. She couldn’t help it. “Tom!”
“Harry, actually,” Abby Abdominator across from her mildly corrected. “Harry the Bartender. Projection,” he tried to explain the confusion as best as possible.
“We’ve got to send him back. We’ve got to go back inside!”
“Indeed,” responded the grey alien who doubled as her boss at Star Team Interplanetary located in the southern part of the Omega continent. One of the higher ups but not the highest. That would be Dick.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0202, Illinois, Little Hell, Lower Austra^, Nautilus, Omega^^, Southern
00470609
“It just BLEW UP. I was staring right at it. And it just POOOOOPH.”
“We could have been on that boat, Marion,” says Hucka. “We could have been blown up too!”
“Blown up *real* good,” added Philip from the couch.
Nada and Lexi walk in from the back. “We heard the explosion!” says Nada. “What happened?”
“Newt’s sim skipping ship blew up that’s what happened,” uttered Marion, still reeling from the shock. How are they going to get, well, to wherever they were going *now*?
“Good,” says Philip, producing stares from all.
“Newton’s probably *dead*, Philip,” says Marion. “Now no brothers in the Orange family are left. What of poor Mama Mitchell?”
“Welll, how old is she? Is she, you know, too old to have kids now? What, you know, I’m saying is that they can be replaced. Maybe.”
“NOT the point, Philip. A man is dead. His hard work has been destroyed too. We’ll never get another one like that.”
“You know,” said Hucka. “Philip might be right. Oh, not about Newton being dispensable of course but us leaving. Maybe it’s good we’re not able to leave now. Philip… you have your opium plants. And Marion, you have your pot field.”
“It’s *both* our field,” says Philip. “But… go on… *I’m* at least listening.”
“And what about Phil?” she says, confusing all.
“I’m right here.”
“No not you Phil-IP. Phil. With no -ip at the end. Down at the Rhino. We’re suppose to talk to him. Maybe he can’t be communicated with at any other location.”
“Possibly,” allows Marion, also wondering about all the aspects of “we” she mentioned.
“Hey Marion,” asks Philip out of left field, suddenly remembering a glimmer of something else in all the excitement. “Whatever happened to that girl we were with? You know, the shape shifter. Helen I believe. Hermania.”
“Heidi,” spoke Marion from the window. “Heidi Hunt Ives.” Every Blue Moon Philip brings her up. And then promptly forgets again.
“Yeah… her.”
Marion didn’t answer because he knew she was at the bottom of a sea too, just like Newton’s sunken vessel out there. Our stolen “Little Bug.” Tears come to his eyes as he watches the still lingering smoke from the explosion drift around the bay. He tried to save her, he really did. He rationalizes he did the best he could… working by himself. If only Philip could have helped.
“I’m coming Little Bug!” **leap**
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0047, 0609, Gaston^^, Maebaleia/Satori, Nautilus, Nautilus City^
00470412 (the great 100,000 book library in de skies)
“Lou, dearest,” he whispered over. “Buy your old man a can of soda while he’s busy studying will ya?”
“Sure thing Daddy. What’ll it be? Kolya? Pepi? Maybe even a bottle instead of a can?”
“Shhh, babydoll,” he said to her louder voice, finger over lips to reinforce his point. “Keep it down. Other people are studying here besides me.”
“And me — just sitting here twiddling my thumbs,” she responded in turn, tone not much softer than before. “Wishing there was an actual town again to visit while you read these old dusty things.” She became curious. “What’d you finding anyway? You mentioned a MOA or something or another.”
“Most Ancient One, yes,” he hissed, finger pressed against lips again. “Right underneath the library here, I’m speculating. That *whole town* you’re after. Files within!” Oh GOD. He shouted he was so excited. And now the whole rest of the library is staring. He waves at all of them, trying to indicate he’s sorry and that the outburst was just a slip-up.
Right through that Big Red Machine there it is, though. The secret passage. ‘Nother one.
He could walk through…
… and be in a different world altogether. And so it was.
“Ahh yes, thanks Lou,” he said after carefully popping the top and taking a sip. “Hits the spot.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0047, 0412, Gaston^^, Nautilus, NORTH, Rooster's Peninsula
00470409 (Miss Ouri)
“Done in by (the Nautilus continent region known as) the Wild West,” thought Can, drinking from a bottle inside the dresser that was his Dream while glancing left at the dangly orange legs that match her eyes. “*Not* a witch,” she begged just before the ironic crushing. Of *course* she was a witch. Just like…
… oh no, he thought in a panic, position suddenly reversed from before. NOT a witch. A decent person overall. Just…..
….. separate.
What has he *done*???
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0047, 0409, Jeogeot, Lower Austra^, Nautilus, Newtown, Wild West
00470401 (Center)
Miss Ouri looks to her right now with her matching orange eyes. “Come out, child,” she urges manifested Shelley. “Come out from under the lamp and become big before us so we can properly see you.”
“No.”
Good girl.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0047, 0401, collages 2d, Collagesity Fordham, Lower Austra^, Nautilus, Perch-Mistletoe, Upper Austra^
00470317
Voodoo doll holding Miss Ouri observes Pietmond Boy patiently waiting outside SC’s Secret Door for a father who seemingly never shows. Wait for it… Wait for it…
There.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0047, 0317, Collagesity Fordham, Lower Austra^, Nautilus, Perch-Mistletoe, Upper Austra^
00470316 (course reversed)
Grassy Noll stares at the giant statue and wonders: Is it about the Faune? Really? After all, Spongeberg is a *destroyer* not a creator. His very nature, his very essence in essence. The old Christ the Redeemer statue he worshipped up on the beige (read: yellow) ridge should be down not up. Conversely the Faune here is down on Green not up. Everything is Bass Ackwards. His 12 x 12 Atom *should* destroy, hmm. Or be destroyed.
“Why do you keep staring at that thing, Grass?” asks his friend from the couch of his Route 14 apartment, or just off of.
“Oh. Just thinking what might have been.”
Silicon Soul Church… Siliconicus. Yellow not green.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0047, 0316, Lower Austra^, Nautilus
Sunklands 