Total Ego Death This is a portrait of Total Ego Death. It captures the exact moment the pilot realises he cannot reach the controls, and his psyche fragments under the pressure of the transformation. He is a faceless construct, exploding from the inside out. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art . Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private FB hub: https://www.facebook.com/share/g/18ythpSXPZ/ You can subscribe to my music via YouTube Music , Spotify , iTunes, Apple Music and Soundcloud To support my art, feel free to donate via JJFBbennett through PayPal If you want to acquire JJFB's art creations as an NFT - John's Opensea NFT profile is https://opensea.io/JJFBbennett Copyright This artwork is protected by U.S. and International copyright laws . Distribution a...
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The Cosmos Room
The Space Tourist Chronicles: Station One narrative
The Space Tourist Chronicles Station One narrative details specific locations and the challenges inherent in traversing the cosmos.
Rumour Mill Stopover Station
Function: Billed as a "stop and revive" sanctuary, offering "respite and rejuvenation during cosmic journeys." It serves as a hub for "caffeine and herbal revitalizers" and ship services.
Aesthetic and Experience: It's a "dreamlike haven" with "soft, ethereal light" and "intricately detailed and ornate walls," blending "retro-futuristic aesthetics with organic, flowing lines." It offers "personalised environments" including "Dreamscape Suites" and "zero-gravity meditation gardens."
Reality Perception: The station challenges perception, with mirrors acting as "shimmering gateways" to memories or visions, where "the tangible and imagined boundaries dissolve completely." Herbal revitalisers and AI-tuned ambience contribute to a "liquid quality" of reality.
Economy: Transactions are cashless, using "cycles crypto," and services are costly.
Outpost Aurum (The Behemoth Asteroid)
Description: A "dusty outpost" and "rumoured oasis of functional grav plating," it's "a large-scale mining and processing facility built directly into the asteroid's crust," anchored to "The Behemoth" – "the largest confirmed solitary rock body in the known Milky Way galaxy."
Significance: It's a "waypoint on the long haul to Oceanus Station," a planet "known for vast oceans."
Notable Feature: The "Sunrise Tree," a "solitary tree" with "radiant shades of gold," described as a spiritual guide that helps "weary" travellers find their "right path beyond the physical world."
Safety Considerations: The area can be lawless, as evidenced by the pirate gang taking a shuttle for a "joy ride," highlighting the dangers of the "Outer Reaches."
The Necropolis Corridor
Danger Zone: An "Uncharted Space" and "extreme navigational hazards" characterised by "dense fields of derelict ship hulls, rogue asteroids, pockets of temporal distortion, and severe energy fluctuations." It requires "extreme caution" and "careful, manual course adjustments."
"Where All Machines Must Die"
Description: A "vast, gravitationally stable pocket containing countless technological remnants" deep within the Necropolis Corridor. It exhibits "unique phenomena that degrade or disable complex machinery over prolonged exposure," thus requiring "Shield modulation" and limited system exposure. Direct landing or personnel deployment is strictly forbidden.
Travel Dynamics:
Pre-Collapse Jump Engineering: The "Subi Compact 2-seater" is a "pre-Collapse Jump relic," suggesting that interstellar travel involves 'jumps' (perhaps FTL travel) that existed before a significant societal event.
Navigational Challenges: Journeys involve navigating "Primary Trade Lanes" as well as taking "Restricted Detours" through hazardous regions like the Necropolis Corridor.
Traffic and Etiquette: Even in space, "celestial traffic jams" occur, with strict rules enforced, as demonstrated by the warning: "Subi Compact 2-seater, you are obstructing a Class-A recreational vessel. Initiate immediate reverse thrust or face punitive fines and a mandatory re-education course on galactic traffic etiquette."
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