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Poems
Systema Simulatum - 4
I leave heading as Cipher had replied What was that they had mentioned R0807, a clue to my identity denied? Through forest's green, the sun my guiding light. The journey long, until a wall’s divide Endlessly tall, nothing left, nothing right. I search and search, wait what is that I find A door, well above, with stairs to climb
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Poems
Systema Simulatum
3. As morning breaks, I find myself still alone, In this vast factory, devoid of engineers. Inside, ropes surround a platform of stone, I step, my presence known, and a face appears. Cipher, friendly yet cryptic, their name, Back to my room or explore on my own. Clearance lacked, my access is denied, "Head west outside," they suggest, a path implied.
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Systema Simulatum
2. Into a vast expanse, I step with wonder, A factory of robots, towering high. Machines in motion, tasks I can't decipher, Creating things unknown, their purpose wry. Autonomous, they need no guide to ponder, Just endless work, no end or reason why. I walk the perimeter, seeking a clue, But there are no answers, as night approaches.
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Systema Simulatum
1. I wake, my mind adrift in fog's embrace, Uncertain if my thoughts are real or dreams. The silent room, devoid of any trace Or clues to solve this strange quandary A solitary bed, my resting place, The only object in this space, it seems. Compelled to seek the truth that lies beyond, I rise, determined to find answers
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Poems
Arbitrium Simulatum
Vault Dweller I: In this vault we're sealed, a final haven, As the world above crumbles, war-raven. Humanity's future, a word to define: Management, the key to our design. Radicalism spreads, a Hollywood clap, Apocalypse sold, inescapable trap. You, a mere product, control stripped away, Society's child, born to obey. Vault Dweller II: So choice is illusion, a comforting lie? No voice for the people, no freedom to try? Participating means we must accept Our role as the cogs, forever inept? Vault Dweller I: You grasp the truth, though it brings no joy, Greater good demands we be its envoy. Order preserved through sacrifice great, Individual wills must abdicate. Vault Dweller II: How does this differ from a mob's decree? Surely one mind holds more clarity. The group may think, but it lacks the nuance Of a single soul, free from influence. Vault Dweller I: In an imperfect world, what justice remains? Flawed beings at the helm, with fallible brains. Their memories, mere shadows of what was real, Can they fairly judge, or true balance feel? Mind is imperfect, recollection weak, Reality warped by the truths we seek.
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Poems
Masks
Take off that online persona's guise With filtered pics. O no, my friend, it's just a lie To gain some fleeting "likes" and clicks, But truth's not nigh. In public, kindness you may show, A friendly face. But in your heart, does hatred grow? The news peddles it at a pace That's sure to slow. You can't be your best self with hate Inside your heart. Each day, strive to improve your fate, From yesterday, make a fresh start, And choose what's great. Perhaps the Stoics had it right, That history Should not hinder joy or delight. Embrace the present, and you'll see A path that's bright.
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Poems
Bunkers for capitalists
In gilded chambers, safe from strife, The wealthy few, secure their life, With luxuries to ease their fear, While masses face the end so near. Apocalyptic fear formed consumerism. Kings under a moutain of selfisish elitism. A dragon’s hoard buys a chance, To live, daydreaming of their time in France.
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Poems
Art
Art, a mirror of our souls, reflects the essence of our being, A canvas for expression, where emotions find their freeing. It bridges gaps between cultures, a universal tongue, Inspiring, enriching lives, a gift to old and young.
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Surreal Portal
In a ruined city, a portal glows with blue light Against the fiery sky, a monument to cosmic fright The landscape shattered, rubble strewn across the ground An apocalyptic scene, dark forces gather all around
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Books
Book Recommendations for Fans of the Fallout Series
If you like the Fallout series here are some book recommendations.
- ”A Canticle for Leibowitz" by Walter M. Miller Jr. - Set in a post-apocalyptic world, this novel follows a Catholic monastery’s efforts to preserve knowledge after a nuclear war.
- “The Road” by Cormac McCarthy - This Pulitzer Prize-winning novel tells the story of a father and son’s journey through a post-apocalyptic America.
- “Swan Song” by Robert R. McCammon—This novel follows various survivors in post-nuclear war America, including a young girl with mysterious abilities.
- “Wool” by Hugh Howey - This dystopian novel is set in a future where the remnants of humanity live in underground silos following an apocalyptic event.
- “The Postman” by David Brin—In a post-apocalyptic America, a man takes on the role of a postal worker and helps rebuild civilization. The novel was also adapted into a film starring Kevin Costner.
- “Wastelands: Stories of the Apocalypse,” edited by John Joseph Adams, is an anthology of post-apocalyptic short stories by various authors.
- “The Chrysalids” by John Wyndham - Set in a post-nuclear world, this novel explores mutation, intolerance, and survival themes.
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A poem for TTPD day
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Poems
Order
In the realm of thought, where concepts intertwine, Chaos and order dance, a rhythm divine. Humanity's quest, to make sense of the world, Unraveling mysteries, as knowledge unfurled. Our minds, they seek patterns in the vast unknown, To build understanding, to call something our own. For without order, our thoughts would be lost, In a sea of confusion, where reason is tossed. But what of chaos, that elusive force? Is it truly disorder, or just a different course? Perhaps it's a challenge, to our limited view, A call to explore, to learn something new. Like magic of old, that once seemed so strange, Chaos may be a frontier, waiting for change. As we push the boundaries of what we can grasp, The unknown becomes known, in our mental clasp. For life itself, so complex and grand, Emerges from chaos, guided by order's hand. The painting, a testament to human creation, Chaos on canvas, born from ordered contemplation. It's not a battle, between two opposing sides, But a dance of discovery, where knowledge resides. Laws and understanding, our tools to explore, While the undefined and unknowable, we can't ignore. In the end, it's a journey, a quest for the wise, To bring light to the darkness, to open our eyes. For in the interplay of chaos and order's might, Lies the beauty of the universe, in endless flight.
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Poems
Wordsmiths
In the depths of exhaustion, a spark still burns bright, A storyteller's passion, an unyielding light. Through the trials of creation, they persevere, Crafting worlds and characters, so vivid and clear. With each word written, a piece of their soul, Poured onto pages, a story to unfold. The mind, a labyrinth of imagination, A wellspring of tales, defying limitation. Consistency, the key to unlock their art, Dedication, the force that sets them apart. Day after day, they toil and they strive, Breathing life into stories, keeping dreams alive. Though the journey is taxing, the path sometimes bleak, They find strength in the words that they speak. For in their stories, a power resides, To inspire, to challenge, to open minds wide. Treasured are the storytellers, the weavers of dreams, Their works, a respite from life's endless schemes. Through their craft, they offer a chance to escape, To explore new horizons, to find solace and shape. So let us honor the writers, the creators of lore, May their pens never falter, their minds never wane. For in their tireless efforts, in the gifts they store, Words that will remain and ignite in our brains.
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Poems
A Tale of Taxes
Since ancient times, the tax collector's due A portion of the fruits of labor claimed From Pharaoh's wheat to Caesar's revenue The powers that be have always tax ordained In 1913 the Income Tax Act was born A progressive rate, the more you earn, the more you pay Yet loopholes let the crafty duck becoming the norm While common folk get no such getaway The system seems too big to fight alone We dutifully file each April's eve But unfairness makes the people groan Will there be no reprieve The Panama Papers show how some connive To stash their cash in shell company's name Tax havens help the richest few to thrive A two-tier system - privilege without shame For all the rest, there's no choice but to bear The burden of a tax they cannot dodge A bitter pill - injustice hard to square The government can’t seek self-sabotage Yet schools and roads and much that we hold dear Depend on steady flow to the treasury Fair tax, the framework shall not delay another year We need a system serving you and me
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Poems
Trolls
In the depths of ancient forests, where shadows dance and mysteries reside, Their spirits intertwined with the essence of the wild, a bond so pure and true, In harmony with the whispers of the wind and the melodies of the tide, Protectors of the fauna and flora, they keep the balance anew. They shield the mountains, the valleys, the rivers that run through. Where secrets of the wild unfold, we shall happily pay their fares They invite us to embrace the uncharted, to find solace in nature's lairs, In their enchanted domain, we uncover the key to living, To mend the bonds we've neglected, to open our hearts and let nature pour. Perhaps we have missed the simple joys that come from giving To rediscover our connection to nature's core, the wisdom of folklore. And to cherish the timeless tales, uncovering the knowledge that they store Trolls, the guardians of nature, stand tall with an unwavering stride. May we find our way back to the earth alongside our own nature’s guide.
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Poems
Eclipse
Amidst the cosmic dance, an eclipse takes stage, Planets form from dust and gas, a stellar birthright, A celestial event, written on history's page. Bound by gravity's embrace, a cosmic might. Circling stars in orbits grand and bright. A rare alignment, Earth, Moon, and Sun converge, Shadows cast, a celestial merge. Humanity, a mere speck on the cosmic scale, Yet we dream of things much larger than our own, Contemplating existence, so fragile and frail. Curiosity drives us to explore the unknown, Seeking truths that the universe has shown. The burden of celestial bodies in a sea of emptiness, Amidst the void, amongst the forgiven, a kindness.
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Poems
Existential
We are but a single spark in the vast expanse of time Our eyes, full of boundless wonder, gaze into the unknown A solitary drop, lost within the cosmic dark sublime Our spirits, once united, now torn asunder and alone Amidst the sea of knowledge, we struggle to find our way Yet as we navigate this vast and complex array The limits of human cognition, a boundary we should cross? Our hubris drives us forward, no matter what the cost What is the measure of perfection, a flawless design? Can imperfect beings create, in their own image, divine? If tools of creation are bound to the maker's mind Inherent imperfections, in the outcome, we'll find In this final act of creation, we stand on the brink Is it the death of creativity, or a new dawn we think? Our greatest tool, born from the depths of our collective mind A testament to our ingenuity, or a farewell resigned?
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Poems
monolith
In the heart of a valley, a monolith stands tall, A narrow, towering rock, defying nature’s call. Surrounded by walls that seem to touch the sky, The massive rock reaches up, as if to fly.
Rays of light dance upon the grassy floor, Casting shadows that stretch and grow evermore. The rocks, like giants, loom in the distance, Their presence commanding, with an air of insistence.
The trees, oh the trees, they too reach great heights, Competing with the rock for the valley’s delights. Their branches sway gently in the whispering breeze, As if sharing secrets amongst the leaves.
The scene is a wonder, a sight to behold, A symphony of nature, a story untold. The rock, the walls, the grass, and the trees, All playing their part in this grand masterpiece.
In this valley of marvels, time seems to stand still, As the massive rock watches over, silent and still. A testament to the power of nature’s might, Forever standing tall, in the valley’s soft light.
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Poems
Symbols
In realms of thought, two languages reign: The poet's verse, the mathematician's claim. Words, alive with context and hue, Numbers, abstract, precise and true. A word, a vessel for meaning's fleet, Connotations shift with each heartbeat. "Love" and "hate," such simple signs, Yet stir the soul with their designs. But numbers, symbols of logic's art, Immutable, play a different part. A "2" is "two," in every land, Its meaning fixed, like grains of sand. We imbue our symbols with such power, Words can make us laugh or dour. Numbers, too, hold sway over our lives, In ledgers, formulas, and fiscal dives. Yet in the end, it's the mind that assigns The weight and worth of these written lines. Words and numbers, mere symbols on a page, Until we grant them meaning's stage. So let us ponder, in this mortal dance, The import we give to these symbols of chance. For in the realm of meaning's sway, It is we who wield the final say.
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Rocks
In my boot, upon the shelf Of that cliff, in an old english delf Upon all things built Without them the earth would tilt Still itself at the size of sand Sculpted by time and nature’s hand Strong as one formed under heat and pressure Solid as one, the old reliable, never better Igneous, Sedimentary, Metamorphic The building blocks of a story geologic
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Poems
Days
The week's just started, much to do, Meetings, deadlines and tasks accrue. Wednesday brings a glimmer of hope, Halfway through, we start to cope. Thursday's better, Friday's near, The weekend's close, we persevere. Sweet Saturday, our greatest treasure Let loose, unwind, our passions pleasure Sunday funday feeding our soul A lazy morning into an afternoon stroll As for Tuesday the wretched beast, We'll grin and bear you, to say the least.
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Poems
sleep
When an embrace of peace, All our troubles may cease Into the stillness of the night All our thoughts take flight Under a deep calm, a healing soothing balm Rest our sanctuary for the soul, making us whole In the darkess of our minds, where unspoken truths unwind The inevitable surrender, a gentle fall, into sleep’s inviting, silent call.
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Gaming
Unveiling the Mystery: How to Discover the Heart of the Sea in Minecraft
Minecraft's vast, expansive world is filled with countless treasures, but few are as coveted as the Heart of the Sea. This rare item is not just a trophy; it's a key component in crafting one of the most useful items for underwater exploration and construction - the Conduit. But where do you find this elusive Heart of the Sea, and what steps must you take to obtain it? Let's dive into the depths of Minecraft and uncover the secrets of acquiring this precious item.
The Journey Begins: Unearthing Buried Treasure
The quest for the Heart of the Sea starts with the search for buried treasure maps. These maps are the only clue to finding the hidden treasures that lie beneath the sand. But how do you find these maps? There are three main avenues:
- Small Underwater Ruins: With a 41.7% chance of housing a treasure map, these ruins are a good starting point.
- Large Underwater Ruins: Slightly better odds here, at 43.5%, but still not a guaranteed find.
- Shipwrecks: The most reliable source, offering a 100% chance of containing a buried treasure map. Shipwrecks can be found in oceans or on beaches, hiding the maps within their chests.
Navigating with a Buried Treasure Map
Once you've secured a map, the real adventure begins. A buried treasure map in Minecraft looks distinctly different from a regular map. It features orange and white lines, with land masses outlined in white and black.
The center of the map is marked with an "X," indicating the treasure's location, while a white dot represents your current position. As you move closer to the treasure, the dot grows, guiding you to your prize.
The Reward: Heart of the Sea
After following the map and reaching the "X," you'll likely need to dig, sometimes underwater, to uncover the buried treasure chest. Within it, alongside valuable resources like iron and gold ingots, lies the Heart of the Sea.
This item is the centerpiece in crafting a Conduit - an underwater beacon that grants enhanced abilities like improved vision, breathing, mining speed, and protection against hostile mobs. It's an indispensable tool for anyone looking to establish underwater bases or farms.
Crafting the Conduit: The Final Step
To craft a Conduit, you'll need eight Nautilus Shells in addition to the Heart of the Sea. The combination of these items creates a powerful beacon, opening a new realm of possibilities for underwater adventures and construction.
Your Next Adventure Awaits
This quest for the Heart of the Sea? It's just the beginning. With Nautilus Shells and your newfound treasure, you're about to craft something that's not just game-changing—it's game-defining.
So dive in, chase those shipwrecks, and let the ocean's mysteries unfold. Whether you're here for the builds, the thrills, or just the chill of discovering hidden treasures, the Heart of the Sea is your key to an epic underwater saga.
Don't miss out on our other guides, especially on Nautilus Shells and Conduits, to maximize your Minecraft adventures. Ready to make waves? Let's get this underwater party started!
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empty, nothing
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We are all one spark
Eyes full of wonder
Drop in the cosmic dark
Spirits torn asunder