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Troy Wednesdays 21.6.17 Lyapunov’s Children : The Matryoshka

Jupiter is no more, dismantled for the Project, itself ongoing for over a century now. It was stripped of its atmosphere and its metallic hydrogen inner layer, leaving only its rocky core, that being heavily mined for materials as I speak.
Saturn will soon follow, along with Uranus and Neptune. Soon, maybe within my lifetime, there will remain only the small rocky planets, dwarf planets, and planetesimals.

Even the sun has been mined, its store of fuel greatly reduced along with its mass. It is now an M-class red dwarf star, with its luminosity diminished and its lifespan vastly increased. It should last for trillions of years more.

My name is unimportant, but what matters is the completion of the Project: the species has embarked on this venture, to construct a series of concentric shells around the sun, tap its energy, and use this to power the largest single habitation and computer humanity has ever seen. The power output will be beamed across the solar system, our ability to process data beyond the wildest imaginings of millennia ago.

But with the larger worlds to be dismantled, what of our heritage? What of their value to science?

We shall build our first Matrioshka brain, a computer surrounding the sun, layers within layers, sustained by its light, powering our civilization, housing billions of virtual worlds, and built on the corpses of planets.

But at what cost despite the benefits? What of our sense of wonder and exploration, the spirit, the soul, of our race?

Or it is to instead become our soul, enclosing the sun and damping its radiance forever?

Troy Wednesdays 14.6.17 Lyapunov’s Children : Beyond the Ganges of the Sky

Sandeep woke for another day, his home for ten years now a small farming colony on a planet in the halo, far above the galactic disk.

It had taken many generations in relative time even at near-light velocity to travel this far out from the ancient home of his distant ancestors, and there was much danger along the way.

But the massive colony ship, even with the repairs needed as parts wore out or were damaged by accident or collision, somehow did its job of getting its crew there.

This world was the moon of a brown dwarf, a failed star more massive than even long-lost Jupiter in the now fabled solar system of Old Earth.

The sky was dark, but warm, and supported the crops that so far have sustained the colony, cultivated forests of engineered fungi and others not dependent on the visible light of a host star to grow and flourish.

It was morning for Sandeep, and he greeted each morning with a look skyward, beholding the entire disk of the galaxy in its full glory.

Sandeep rolled up the sleeves of his coveralls. He began the day, as always, with a sight he never tired of . . . a morning filled with four hundred billion suns, and a wistful glance toward a home long ago left behind.

Time to go to work!

Troy Wednesdays 7.6.17 Gods of Terra : Notes & Thoughts on the Magna

The third of the four wielders of the Prime hypershards is perhaps the most complex, with a tragic past and a bright future in store for her in further fiction.

The Magna was a particularly spirited adolescent girl living on a farm in what is now known as West Bengal, India. That is, before she was taken by the Kai’Siri and made into a weapon of mass-extinction with not one, but two hypershards.

She was born Agni Bose, with a hyperseed, an undeveloped, nascent hypershard in her brain.

This unfolded and grew, like origami sculpture, as she did. It was a unique, uncorrupted one which the Kai’Siri used to track her via the shard’s terahertz emissions.

This was also to prove instrumental in gaining her freedom.

She lived her entire old life on Earth unaware she had even it, but it was only with the implantation of one of the Prime shards, retooled as a means of controlling her with an artificial personality.

This persona overlaid her own, crafted to serve the Kai’Siri under the delusion that she herself was of that human species, even to the surgically implanted fangs for cosmetic purposes. This persona had walled off her memories with its own, convinced that her first duty was for Empire,

Exarchs, and People – the Kai’Siri people – not the Bengali of Earth she actually was!

It was only with her own true persona gathering strength over time that she was able to subvert the possession implant, her second hypershard. She then reprogrammed it from within and gained her freedom on her last mission by causing herself to hallucinate the termination of her target, the giant planet Bruticus. Convinced of her mission’s success despite its actual failure
(she spared Bruticus), she regained her own persona and turned against her masters.

Now, she lives and wanders the universe as the second Herald of Sarusammog of the Gates, adopted sibling of the Tempest. She has a grim past, as a former apocalyptic weapon. She was the most successful subject of the Enforcer Prime program, the last ever fielded before the project was shut down. But she has much ahead of her, with much to do, places to go, and things to meet.

Troy David Loy- Guest Author of Agnishatdal and Indie Adda!

Hello dearies!

Troy David Loy being a true blue angel instantly shared his priceless works with us when I requested him! I was so desperately looking for some changes in pattern posts! His works are amazing, and they will start from 7th June, will be shared whenever he can squeeze out some time to write them and send them to me! believe me he has such a tight schedule that I felt quite guilty to request him but he instantly agreed, being an angel of a friend he is!

So, hope you will enjoy his amazing posts from 7th and check out his blogs, his artworks (and make me happy)!

Love you guys! Here is his little bio:

Troy David Loy is an American student and writer with a love for things Indian, creating fractal art, and science. He is owned by two cats, Mr. Eccles and Ricky, and is engaged in a program of lifelong learning in an attempt to make sense of an increasingly irrational world. He is the author of Dirge: A Short SF Story available at

He can be found online @Troythulu on Twitter and on his blog The Call of Troythulu at
https://kestalusrealm.wordpress.com

Meet Troy David Loy Guest Author of Agnishatdal and Indie Adda!

Troy David Loy is an American student and writer with a love for things Indian, creating fractal art, and science. He is owned by two cats, Mr. Eccles and Ricky, and is engaged in a program of lifelong learning in an attempt to make sense of an increasingly irrational world. He is the author of Dirge: A Short SF Story available at

He can be found online @Troythulu on Twitter and on his blog The Call of Troythulu at
https://kestalusrealm.wordpress.com