Sci-fi concept:
The “living ship” genre of starship is pretty common across sci-fi. But why are they always animals?? I want to see a living ship that’s grown.
As in, a massive, still-growing plant starship that photosynthesizes with raw, unfiltered starlight and drifts through the universe. The bigger the starship, the older it is (and likely, assuming a sci-fi universe where everyone wants everyone else dead), the better it is in combat.
If you still want to keep the whole color/smooth lines and weird shapes vibe that so much of the living ship genre loves, then just make it a fungus. Those things are terrifying. (And the concept of starfighter spores ejecting from gills along its sides or something is cool as hell.) or maybe the fungus takes over destroyed ships and you get these massive fungi-covered ships drifting through space and killing things.
I don’t know. Point is, spaceships that are living but they’re plants.
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I’m hoping I labeled all of these correctly, I did my best. But here’s some wicked awesome pics I got of the night sky from my front yard and porch
Peep the Andromeda Galaxy, Mars, and the Pleiades
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Have i mentioned i really love space? Cause i really love space. Gaze upon the pillars of creation! A well known nebula and stellar nursery.
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just watched the international space station fly overhead and dare i say, that was one of the coolest things i’ve ever experienced
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Another, unrelated sci-fi concept
I was talking with some friends about the concept of “space as an ocean” and wound up writing this world-building piece that turned out like a poem. Anyways, the overarching concept is that space is like an ocean but it’s like the ocean on earth, which means that no one uses it, it’s overly commercialized, and it’s full of trash.
(Long poem concept thing below the break)
Space is an ocean
and it’s totally obsolete.
If you want to get anywhere, you teleport there and get there in half the time. The only ships travelling across the cold, dark void of interstellar space are corporate haulers, gilded star cruisers, and military carriers in the middle of nowhere with too many guns to count. It’s too expensive to transport that many goods via teleporter, customers love the nebula cruise, and the system governments won’t say what the carriers are for.
Space is an ocean
And it’s a mess.
Interstellar space and local space is filled with junk no one wanted to keep in their system. Black holes swarm through the galaxy, mindlessly eating the garbage created by the thousands of star systems. And growing. Deep space is mined constantly. Valuable gasses are extracted from the hearts of nebulae and rogue exoplanets are mined until there’s nothing left of them but a few worthless rocks drifting in space. Already, nebulae are starting to run dry of valuable gasses.
Space is an ocean
And it’s a mystery no one wants to solve
Deep space is slowly being explored and categorized by dedicated scientists, but the dangers of going out so far keep most of the big discoveries at bay. They’re sure something is alive out there, but it slips from shadow to shadow and hides deeper and deeper in the darkness. Some people survive catastrophic disasters on starships, and their stories of drifting across space are well-known. They speak of dark things in the shadows, worlds we could never dream of, and an endless black void
Space is an ocean
And no one leaves the coastline.
The space within a system is full of activity. Private starfighter clubs, massive yachts of starships, and small asteroid and gas mining ships dot the safe sectors of system space. No one goes out past the far reaches of the planets, if they don’t want to get stranded.
Space is an ocean
And it sucks.
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