Friday, April 26, 2013

Project World Tree: Further Discourse

Oh, Diana, you are such a kidder! I have no experience introducing biological agents to specific ethnic groups. None... unless you count teenage Sebiestor boys; but who does, I mean, really?

For these mushrooms, rock and pressure serve as bread and water; radioactives, their cupcakes. Organics provide no succor; and consequently, face little threat. Moreover, one notable characteristic of radiodurans such as my Titanicus Tekojarvii is extreme resistance to mutation. They maintain numerous copies of their genetic signatures, and correct errors with tireless efficiency. Quite Caldari, now that I think of it! Anyway, my technicolor mushrooms will not suddenly become ambulatory predators a hundred meters tall consuming screaming human populations by the tens of thousands.

And Schere, darling, your mastery of tone is amazing.

You have it exactly right: these are not tasty truffles. Preventing consumption - accidental or otherwise - was a primary design requirement. They are hard as rock and not even as tasty.

Yes, for the first few years, handle with care. The colony's nutrient pathways are complex capillaries filled with a viscous goo not unlike weak battery acid. Tiny T. Tekojarvii wiggle through this goo until secreted in the presence of silicates, metals and other such things. The T. Tekojarvii bind to toxic metals; fungal filaments bind to T. Tekojarvii and reabsorb them. Goo capillaries transport the radiodurans deep into the colony. And by deep, I do mean deep - even for me. The magnificent shattered world lithotrophs go down for miles: think of a titanic jellyfish floating just beneath the surface.

Given the abundance of oxidized tritanium and heavy metal dust currently scattered to and fro, the fungus and its bacterial partners shall remain in excited states for quite some time. Consequently, the nutrient pathways are stuffed with cupcakes and best avoided.

The extraordinary energy provided by these cupcakes will power rapid emergence of towering toadstools described earlier (minus the ambulatory predator part, of course). These will produce spores that consist of leafy sails attached to small pellets. Dropped from a hundred meters, they will travel far and wide on Caldari Prime's mighty breezes. The pellets do not contain cupcakes or other toxins. They are in fact intended to be carried within the digestive systems of migratory animal populations without causing harm. Now, I'm sure this or that passing Sebiestor teenager might put several in his mouth...

Sweetie, drop it. Drop it. Drop. It. Who is a good boy? Drop it. Good boy! Here's a treat.

...but they'll just provide a little roughage and pass right through!

As the oxidized tritanium and heavy metal dust grows more scarce, the fungal colony will become more passive. It will then derive the majority of its energy from seismic pressures acting upon its toxic reservoirs. Growth will slow, nutrient pathways will cool, and indigenous lifeforms will enjoy an ecosystem resembling an enormous forest of petrified mushrooms that exhibit interesting electromagnetic and thermal properties.

"In A Thousand Years," Caldari Prime's will be the most unique biosphere in known space: a fitting legacy for Amsten, Lord On The Shores of Great Frozen Tekojarvi.

Lij-Taisaan mydiku hakiit hovatiiru yn waruhataashe!

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Project World Tree: Of Mushrooms and Dead Men

[CALDARI PRIME. The sun rolls, burning, across a distant horizon. Its dying light stains bellies of massed clouds dull crimson. Enormous, ambiguously cybernetic hounds race across jagged tundra. The Crone, her cylindrical kameira, and the pot-bellied Ealurian shift on a wooden sled. Camera drones skitter above and beyond. The hounds skirt a rime-covered dolomite, and then descend a ramp cut by heavy machinery into the garish tundra.

Down, down, to the ancient filth of Great Tekojarvi they howl.

Deteis with flawless blond crew cuts extract sliced cubes of frozen muck from the walls of the pit; others manipulate samples of bone and decay carefully freed from the blocks. All bob their heads to ephemeral sounds of distant calisthenic chanting.

The Crone and her retinue step briskly across brittle slurry. Robed figures study microbes vibrating in holographic projection. Dr. Straz beams with pleasure.]

"The lithotrophs extracted from Ms. Ma'chello's shattered terrestrial world excel in this new application," he insists. "Freed from previously unattainable depths - by unimaginable forces - they once feasted upon the ruin of their home; here, they shall serve as the nerve sheaths of our great trees."

They isolate the radiodurans well, then?

"Yes, madam! With aplomb."

Deriving energy from emissions?

"Beyond all expectations."

And the piezotrophs?

"A fine, muscular flesh for our lumbering behemoths."

[The pot-bellied Ealurian raises his arms to the smoldering sky.]

Excellent, Doctor! You are a gentleman and a bloody scholar.

"Madam is too kind."

Our Brutor has delivered many permeable membrane samples from Araz. We will bring them to the surface as we are able, along with the hazmat sensors and robotics. I trust initial mycoremediation proceeds apace?

"Yes, madam," insists an enigmatically robed technician. "This way."

[The technician leads the Crone, her cylindrical kameira, and the pot-bellied Ealurian to an opening in the icewall. They enter a low corridor of frozen muck, dimly illuminated, and proceed some distance into the darkness. Eventually, they stop before a glass barrier. Beyond, fungal fibers twist and snake through dirt and grey ice.]

"Mutations of the Anoikis autotrophs," explains the technician. "They thrive in this more hospitable environment."

Hospitable!

"For some value, madam."

Grow little mushrooms! Grow! Gobble the nasty and build your great, living barrow! In a thousand years, our Gaia will bloom from the frozen depths of this poisoned hell. Maybe we'll even beat Tibby to the Utopian punch bowl. Look at the bones, Straz! Great herbivores and sacrificial muffins, the ancient Caldari here used treacherous terrain for spiritual and material profit. Somewhere in all of this we might yet find an Etee or Amsten.

Well-preserved, he might even produce an heir. From an ancient grave to the brilliant future!

"To the future, madam!"

Lij-Taisaan mydiku hakiit hnolkuiskki yn kienjazkaan!

[The Crone places a hand on cold glass; mushrooms spread through dark places.]

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Project World Tree: Xenobiological Remediation of Caldari Prime

[CALDARI PRIME. Maintenance drones scurry back and forth across the transparent ecodome of Temperate Command Center LUOSTARI-JO GOGOMO External Exercise Platform Three, checking to ensure that vents properly manage snow accumulation and ice encrustation. Below, cadres of stoic employees wait patriotically for twelve long torso choir boys to finish the State anthem. Deteis with immaculate, identical blond crew cuts lead units of co-workers through calisthenics, chanting "Go Go Go.. GO-GO-MO" in flawless unison.

Inside a command center of brushed steel and gold filigree, astute Deteis with immaculate, identical blond crew cuts monitor logistics and security feeds, tilting their heads in perfect unison to the calisthenic chants. In the corner of one gigantic holo projection, pot-bellied Ealurian Dr. Mheket Straz huffs and puffs down corridors of brushed steel and gold filigree, opening and closing a secure portal with tremendous eagerness.

He enters a chamber of giant ceramic oyster-shaped baths and... gold filigree.

Water cascades from upper baths into lower ones. Virile lycanthropic Sebiestor underwear models flow through prana bindu poses while Ni-Kunni therapists rub them with oil and paint their toenails with meticulous ecclesiastical patterns.]

"Madam!"

[The crone waves from a central bath.]

Mhekkie!

"Madam!" spurts the former Covenant scientist again, "Ms. Ma'chello's Anoikis samples dazzle! No, they amaze!"

Stupendous!

[The pot-bellied Ealurian waves his stubby arms in the air. Bubbling cauldrons of microbial goo dance in projections.]

"Extremotrophs adapted to shattered worlds of ice and stone. Astounding!"

Stupendous!

"Stripped of protection, exposed to the harshest conditions and solar winds, forced to claw existence from clumps of alternatively floating and crushed glop - radiodurans, all. Oh, the secrets they tell! Why, the piezophiles of the ice world generate sustenance from pressure! Itself! Their sublime matrices compress and expand... lightning under glace! Oxygen from water! Nutrients from rotting metals ground into glacial flows. Once we have sufficiently explored the intricate natures of their assembly more fully, they should lay the foundations for our great tree's central nervous system quite well.

"And the autotrophs, how they nibble! I am certain, Madam, certain that - mixing the secrets of those alien landscapes with our work here in this sacred fortress - we shall fold the tritanium oxides and heavy metals right out of that great lake!"

Stupendous!

"Stupendous!" cheer the oiled lycanthropic Sebiestor underwear models.