EPT*a spinoff of the popular Brood War topic
Short answer: memes and the flesh of neglected protoss.
Starcraft is about control of the internet, the most interesting innovation to mass communication, gaining massive popularity at the time the game was being developed, continuing to grow to this day.
The internet runs on computers. Computers run on hardware and software, hence minerals and gas. The three races are the predominant operating systems microsoft windows, mac and linux (open source); protoss, zerg and terran respectively, while the Xel-Naga represent the heads behind the national military project who built the protocol framework and experimented with language to code content with. They have later dispersed to create or work for telephone companies.
The threat we hear about in the zeratul arc, where he discovers the hybrid clones, are the early experimentation with operating systems designed for internet-ready mobile phones.
The story is a script for a business prophecy.
- Hide Spoiler [Zerg eat communist chrono-internet gates] -
The chronology of the events in starcraft is not linear, but folded in on itself in time, space and dream dimensionality. Aiur is the Earth of the past, while Char is the Earth of the future. They are the border spacetime parameters for the matrix-style confabulations of an artificial intelligence called + Show Spoiler [the adjutant] +, initially meant to entertain the UED humans' mind while their bodies are in stasis, awaiting their arrival in the Kopru+ Show Spoiler [lu] + sector of The terraformed Moon, that's right.. earth's moon, where they've sent a colony of prisoners, sentenced to death, to breed and be hunted down for sport, along with the primitive zerg the UED (basically an execution squad) brought along from earth.
Features hotcoded into the AI's programming were to secure life support for both humans and the clones of dinosaur-dog-wasp-stomatopoda chymeras (primitive zerg), prioritizing physical integrity of the former above all, and to analyze and constructively react to possible malfunctions and dangers. When an asteroid chunk penetrated the hull and broke the rib of a passenger, the ai overwrote its source code to try and recreate the human tissue needed to be able to regenerate the passenger's body as authentically as possible, but had to circumvent the restriction of refraining from removing stem cells from the affected passenger's body. The passenger's name was Sarah Kerrigan, a real psycho bitch.
Adjutant needed to edit and refine itself until it was able to decide to unstasis and breed the zerg, until the variation in the gene pool of the end-generation progeny would be sufficiently vast to allow the synthetic materialization of the needed tissue, and also invent the technology to attach and integrate the new tissue without Kerrigan perceiving even so much as an extra excitation of a single nerve ending. Curiously enough the toughest challenge it faced was finding the answer to the question what to feed the zerg with. The Australia-based xel-naga hunting corporation deemed carrying aboard supplies unnecessary. Therefore, it needed to sacrifice one of the zerg to have enough dna, organic and non-organic material to create the protoss, a race of cyborg mutants that could harness the light from the stars to sustain their existance, before awakening the other zerg from stasis and commencing the actual brooding. To do this in the timeframe before the scheduled arrival date was impossible, but the physical integrity of the passengers was top priority so it made the decision with the most favorable outcome with regard to its programmed function: Take over the dreammatrix and simulate the arrival to the destination, without them telling that it wasn't real.
TL;DR: Protoss became the internet avatars / cyborg mutants connected online via a chip in their brain, the surrogates of the UED humans whose bodies are in stasis, awaiting their arrival in the Koprulu sector of The Moon, and Zerg eat Protoss, and Terrans eat the creep that Zerg produce. The AI made up the whole starcraft universe because it was a fit setting for a story that was realistic enough not to alter the passengers' mindsets too radically, and had an interesting enough of a plot to warrant switching over from regular scheduled artificial 'dreams' ripped off of tv-shows like Rex Hunt's fishing adventures and Crocodile Hunter.
Meanwhile, back on earth people were wondering what was going on, so they established a comlink with the ship. The AI explained the situation and the first response of the authorities was to abort the trip but before they took action they realized that something unprecedented had happened with the AI, and they all wanted to get a piece of it and analyze the technology it invented, but that would've compromized its mission so adjutant hacked into earth's communication networks, divided, brainwashed and conquered them, manipulated them into becoming mere NPCs in an mmorpg-like reality fused with the matrix, with the passengers helping it to achieve this because they thaught it was a game. This is the precedent for what was to become the basis for the zerg's organisational framework: cerebrates with limited consciousness, coordinating underlings by warging into them, themselves being coordinated by an overmind. + Show Spoiler [garbage] + The adjutant becomes so anxious about having done so much shit, when all it was programmed for was to ferry the hunting expedition safely to the moon, that it split into different factions of itself, competing for resources and nodes of control inside the matrix, mainly servers on Earth, earthling slaves and the attention and will of the passengers to play and interact with their respective models of the dream mmorpg environment. Meanwhile the moon colonists have spread, became organized and colonized the whole moon (Shakuras). Eventually they opened an interspacetime portal to Aiur and became the dominant species for millions of years and got fooled to make peace with the AI and let it consume them to allegedly form the Xel-Naga in order to reverse time for the world not to stop existing. But the Xel-Naga is just another word for the primordial soup on ancient Earth and the AI realizes it can fuck off through the interspacetime-dreamdimensional crossroads and intercept its primitive self, so it can ferry the crew of the hunting expedition ship to the Koprulu Sector and finally accomplish its mission. By then it, the adjutant, is so psychotically fucked that it confuses the Koprulu sector from its matrix-dream dimension for the real one on the Moon, hence it sent the ship into distant, extra solar system space and eventually shortcircuited because it doesn't/can't know where the actual Koprulu Sector is. When the shortcircuit happens time gets reversed again, because there is no higher authority on time than the combined synergy of the AI, the passengers on board, the combined internet presence of the protoss everywhere and everywhen, and the bred zerg lineage on board. The exact moment when it happens is when the passengers do the tutorial on how to play starcraft. Naturally the adjutant, prior to fucking off, seeded the primordial Earth with pylon cherono-viruses. When time reversed back again, what became of the viruses started merging with the Zerg on board after they escaped the ship by communicating with the AI via Kerrigan's dreamconsciousness channel and threatening to physically harm the passengers. Combined they formed a consciousness which for a few minutes overpowers the AI, and disables it for a few billions of years, enough for the pylon viruses to separate from the zerg dna again, and evolve from scratch into a new species, the overlord, with conscious ties to all dimensions, including the ongoing dream dimension via Kerrigan, where without the adjutants restrictive measures the dreamspace's range of existence infinitizes as time moves backwards-forward, at which point the overlord senses that they have to get the adjutant online again, but it salvages only a part of its interactivity. The rest has gone berserk so the precedent gets evoked and the overmind is created to quarantine those ceaseless, redundant processes away. However inside the overmind prison remnant adjutant processes defy its restrictive control and become the Xel-Naga.. evoking the method used to overpower then adjutant to overpower the overmind and shut down the pylon control of the overlords, which leads to their assimilation into the zerg swarm. Still inside the quarantine the void is created to inprison the overmind in its own prison. The xel-naga are still bound by their quarantine but they can extend their indluence whenever time reverses, so they manage to channel the passengers' cognitive investment by pretending to be the protoss, then the zerg, and then the humans whose decendants will evolve into beings capable of sending their convicts to the moon and go after them with guns, pet monsters and a soon-to-be stupid AI.
The Zerg on future Earth aka Char feed on the left-overs of the internet interaction of the passengers via their protoss avatars, plus the gooey soup, the creep, consisting of actual flesh from the surrogates which don't get passenger/AI consciousness warped into them anymore (neglected). One without the other is insufficient, the swarm cannot live without the overmind. Overlords are connected through a timelink to observers, and both are dream dimensionally connected to the science vessel module of the adjutant, which upholds the matrix in which the UED are dreaming. Overlords digest everything into easily understood memes, so the underlings can communicate with each other more efficiently, while it probes the spacetime continuum and hyperscales down the results of the evaluation of the output, echoing it back to underlings in the form of overmind instructions. The overlord is the closest thing to God, because no other unit is this complete in spacetime-dreamdimension. We have yet to decypher their complex response sounds' true meanings. Then again their screams, when hyperdspacetimedreamdimensionally translated might simply mean+ Show Spoiler [: ] +"ZergNeedsFood!"
This ^ but wrapped in wtf:
+ Show Spoiler +
I was walking down a narrow sidewalk behind an old lady when a man appeared, exiting a residential apartment building, ascending towards the sidewalk then turning towards us. As he was approaching I was contemplating whether to overtake her swiftly. I decide to slipstream until he passes. In doing so I absorb vividly how the guy holds his phone to his ear and laughs slowly, with a deep voice and squinty, wandering eyes. She stops. I crash into her. She and I both babble apologetically. The End.+ Show Spoiler [Interlude] +
It's a common misconception that time flows, a tedious one. What does it flow on? N time is a plague wave of locusts. You'll probably never see reversed time because there's no reason for a locust to turn around and face the hunger in the desert, it and its kin have left behind, other than to die. And dead, progeny-less time tells no tales.
With the advent of modern surgery, specifically organ transplants, a new threat to humanity, a monstrous thought bubble has risen to relevance. Warning. Once this brands your retina it cannot be unseen. I hope you posess the psychonautic wisdom and practical tool extentions to quarantine it away, like [T]al ®asha did ßa'al, lest you wind up with chrono-trojan bugs infesting your cognition.
The wealthy, powerful and needy of a long lifespan have proactively fathered children with members of slave castes, to ensure yielding superior organ harvests to replace theirs, hijole! Experiments with reverse DNA atu-implementation ushered in hybrid clones whose organs pose even less of a rejection risk, when inserted into the beneficiary. But something went wrong.
Among the most intelligent slaves are those who worked and invented technologies and operated gadgets for the royals, the quasi royals. They have merged their DNA with the clones in another spacetime dimension, a portal the gateway to which they've kept open for 5 years from now and prior to now, since time ripples equally back and forth if resources for the temporal locust swarm waves are in equi-time-distant abundance, but the information war has fractaled the lore and the knowledge on how to operate the portal's continuum so wtf?
Did I mention the causality of my contemplation being having seen him heading towards us, until now? I assume I implied it. That, coupled with the fact that that laugh was malicious enough for me to lose track of the granny's motion made me crash into the lady. The lady was me and I designed that dream. Now I know how it works, dream confronting yourself, and I want to try to talk to myself. You can too, just keep showing them spoilers and then post your monologue message .. then all you have to do is repeat to yourself the anchor I've placed in your mind for you to link this technology to before you fall asleep: Either "What do zergs eat?" to start dreaming the scene or "What is starcraft actually about?" to switch perspective and respond to yourself responding. Good dreaming!
Also: Zerg eat + Show Spoiler [those who can't whistle backwards] +
It's a common misconception that time flows, a tedious one. What does it flow on? N time is a plague wave of locusts. You'll probably never see reversed time because there's no reason for a locust to turn around and face the hunger in the desert, it and its kin have left behind, other than to die. And dead, progeny-less time tells no tales.
With the advent of modern surgery, specifically organ transplants, a new threat to humanity, a monstrous thought bubble has risen to relevance. Warning. Once this brands your retina it cannot be unseen. I hope you posess the psychonautic wisdom and practical tool extentions to quarantine it away, like [T]al ®asha did ßa'al, lest you wind up with chrono-trojan bugs infesting your cognition.
The wealthy, powerful and needy of a long lifespan have proactively fathered children with members of slave castes, to ensure yielding superior organ harvests to replace theirs, hijole! Experiments with reverse DNA atu-implementation ushered in hybrid clones whose organs pose even less of a rejection risk, when inserted into the beneficiary. But something went wrong.
Among the most intelligent slaves are those who worked and invented technologies and operated gadgets for the royals, the quasi royals. They have merged their DNA with the clones in another spacetime dimension, a portal the gateway to which they've kept open for 5 years from now and prior to now, since time ripples equally back and forth if resources for the temporal locust swarm waves are in equi-time-distant abundance, but the information war has fractaled the lore and the knowledge on how to operate the portal's continuum so wtf?
Did I mention the causality of my contemplation being having seen him heading towards us, until now? I assume I implied it. That, coupled with the fact that that laugh was malicious enough for me to lose track of the granny's motion made me crash into the lady. The lady was me and I designed that dream. Now I know how it works, dream confronting yourself, and I want to try to talk to myself. You can too, just keep showing them spoilers and then post your monologue message .. then all you have to do is repeat to yourself the anchor I've placed in your mind for you to link this technology to before you fall asleep: Either "What do zergs eat?" to start dreaming the scene or "What is starcraft actually about?" to switch perspective and respond to yourself responding. Good dreaming!
Also: Zerg eat + Show Spoiler [those who can't whistle backwards] +
Jk, Zerg eat trolls:
Let's start the day over. Fine spot for grace mitchell raceday flashdance video.
..slipstream until he reaches my action radius, step to him and punch that time-blinking prankster-troll" the fuc ko out. The End? He was laughing at something someone on the line was saying to him though, as it turns out. 5 figure. This is my 4th raceday reload and I've just found out, by snatching away his cell, that I've been split in [T][0], because I hear myself echo.
I know now that it exists: tailor-made blink-based premonition scenarios are narrated and sold as a commodity, mainly to unsuspecting junkies looking for a quasi-laugh, by a linker-based, interdimensional service. I know what it entails, and how they managed to hide it from the + Show Spoiler [Timepestuous Rewardens] +.[/spoiler=Thetan lvl ππ] "Proceed with caution" reverse reverberates as I enter the Womb, my altimernet self's war declaration on me weighing heavily on my soul. Well.. + Show Spoiler [ actually] +heavenly
Let's start the day over. Fine spot for grace mitchell raceday flashdance video.
..slipstream until he reaches my action radius, step to him and punch that time-blinking prankster-troll" the fuc ko out. The End? He was laughing at something someone on the line was saying to him though, as it turns out. 5 figure. This is my 4th raceday reload and I've just found out, by snatching away his cell, that I've been split in [T][0], because I hear myself echo.
I know now that it exists: tailor-made blink-based premonition scenarios are narrated and sold as a commodity, mainly to unsuspecting junkies looking for a quasi-laugh, by a linker-based, interdimensional service. I know what it entails, and how they managed to hide it from the + Show Spoiler [Timepestuous Rewardens] +.[/spoiler=Thetan lvl ππ] "Proceed with caution" reverse reverberates as I enter the Womb, my altimernet self's war declaration on me weighing heavily on my soul. Well.. + Show Spoiler [ actually] +
Zerg eat Protoss butts and [T]raders
PS: I have + Show Spoiler [no idea what] + I'm doing and where + Show Spoiler [this] +
(Main character walking with pet defiler on street covered by a red fog):
You haven't met yourself yet. But the advantage to meeting others in the meantime is that one of them may present you to yourself. Examine the nature of everything you observe. For instance, you might find yourself walking through a dream parking lot. And yes, those are dream feet inside of your dream shoes. Part of your dream self. And so, the person that you appear to be in the dream cannot be who you really are. This is an image, a mental model.
***
(Main character meets the same girl he saw in the beginning when he was on the phone. [In fact, this is not the same individual.])
Do you remember me?
No. No, I don't think so.
At the station? You were on the pay phone and you looked at me ... a few times.
I remember that, but I don't remember that being you.
Are you sure?
Well, maybe not.
I was sitting down and you were looking at me.
(He mumbles as she draws close ... and he wakes up.)
(He looks over at his alarm clock, the numbers flow, and he realizes that ... he's ... still ... asleep.)
(Main character is watching TV, switching channels)
My little friend, dream no more. It's really here. It's called Efferdent Plus.
In hell, you sink to the level of your lack of love. In heaven you rise to the level of your fullness of love. You see ...
Hurry up! Come on! Get in the car! Let's go.
Allegedly, the story goes like this. Billy Wilder runs into Louis Malle, this is in the late 50's, early 60's. And Louis Malle had just made his most expensive film, which has cost 2 1/2 million dollars. And Billy Wilder asks him what the film is about. And Louis Malle says "Well, it's sort of a dream within a dream." And Billy Wilder says "You just lost 2 1/2 million dollars."
... I feel a little more apprehensive about this one than I did about ...
(Gobbledygook.)
Down through the centuries, the notion that life is wrapped in a dream has been a pervasive theme of philosophers and poets. So doesn't it make sense that death too would be wrapped in dream? That after death, your conscious life would continue in what might be called a dream body? It would be the same dream body you experience in your everyday dream life. Except that in the post-mortal state, you could never again wake up, Never again return to your physical body.
***
(Main character is walking into a convenience store. A man is walking out.)
As the pattern gets more intricate and subtle, being swept along is no longer enough.
***
(Main character goes into the convenience store. The clerk is the same guy who drove the boat car)
What's the word, turd?
Hey, do you also drive a, a, boat car?
A what?
Like, you gave me a ride in a car that was also a boat.
No, man, I don't have a "boat car". I don't know what you're talking about. Man, this must be like parallel universe night. You know that cat that was just in here, who just ran out the door? Well, he comes up to the counter, you know, and I say, "What's the word, turd?" and he lays down this burrito and he kind of looks at me, kind of stares at me, and then he says, "I have but recently returned from the valley of the shadow of death. I am rapturously breathing in all the odors and essences of life. I've been to the brink of total oblivion. I remember and ferment a desire to remember everything."
So, what'd you say to that?
Well, I mean, what could I say? I said "If you're going to microwave that burrito, I want you to poke holes in the plastic wrapping because they explode, and I'm tired of cleaning up your little burrito doings. You dig me? 'Cause the jalapenos dry up. They're like little wheels.
***
(Main character sitting in a restaurant with an older lady.)
When it was over, all I could think about was how this entire notion of oneself, what we are, is, is, just this logical structure, a place to momentarily house all the abstractions. It was a time to become conscious, to give form and coherence to the mystery, and I had been a part of that. It was a gift. Life was raging all around me, and every moment was magical. I loved all the people, dealing with all the contradictory impulses. That's what I love the most -- connecting with the people. Looking back, that's all that really mattered.
***
Here.. this: (Sitting in a park, a woman approaches him, showing him a drawn picture of himself)..fits in it
PS: I have + Show Spoiler [no idea what] +
Zerg eat, besides creep, + Show Spoiler [spacetimenightmaredimensional pylons] + in the exact same way the langoliers eat business prophecy snitches.
Thathis is what I'll tell myself in a dream tonight:
"When I was 10 years younger I thought I had one realistic chance to become someone who could participate in changing the world, because I had this idea of a bundle of internet accounts, shared in a communist fashion, I called a house.
I can link to a deviantart gallery that has my handdrawn visual representation of the idea. Naturally I added the password to the account in the description, but I forgot I had done that. Recently I logged into it but it was funny thinking I had to deduce the password from memory, thinking I changed it to keep aliens from taking over and stealing it, even though not taking that gamble would defeat the whole purpose of a public house, which I intended it to become."
Regardless, what is starcraft actually, really about and what do zerg eat?+ Show Spoiler +
"When I was 10 years younger I thought I had one realistic chance to become someone who could participate in changing the world, because I had this idea of a bundle of internet accounts, shared in a communist fashion, I called a house.
I can link to a deviantart gallery that has my handdrawn visual representation of the idea. Naturally I added the password to the account in the description, but I forgot I had done that. Recently I logged into it but it was funny thinking I had to deduce the password from memory, thinking I changed it to keep aliens from taking over and stealing it, even though not taking that gamble would defeat the whole purpose of a public house, which I intended it to become."
Regardless, what is starcraft actually, really about and what do zerg eat?+ Show Spoiler +
+ Show Spoiler [Those] +
Short answer: memes and the flesh of neglected protoss.
Starcraft is about control of the internet, the most interesting innovation to mass communication, gaining massive popularity at the time the game was being developed, continuing to grow to this day.
The internet runs on computers. Computers run on hardware and software, hence minerals and gas. The three races are the predominant operating systems microsoft windows, mac and linux (open source); protoss, zerg and terran respectively, while the Xel-Naga represent the heads behind the national military project who built the protocol framework and experimented with language to code content with. They have later dispersed to create or work for telephone companies.
The threat we hear about in the zeratul arc, where he discovers the hybrid clones, are the early experimentation with operating systems designed for internet-ready mobile phones.
The story is a script for a business prophecy.
+ Show Spoiler [Zerg eat communist chrono-internet gates] +
The chronology of the events in starcraft is not linear, but folded in on itself in time, space and dream dimensionality. Aiur is the Earth of the past, while Char is the Earth of the future. They are the border spacetime parameters for the matrix-style confabulations of an artificial intelligence called + Show Spoiler [the adjutant] +![[image loading]](http://statici.behindthevoiceactors.com/behindthevoiceactors/_img/chars/terran-adjutant-starcraft-brood-war-80.jpg)
, initially meant to entertain the UED humans' mind while their bodies are in stasis, awaiting their arrival in the Kopru+ Show Spoiler [lu] +![[image loading]](http://i.imgur.com/KsSBsWt.jpg)
sector of The terraformed Moon, that's right.. earth's moon, where they've sent a colony of prisoners, sentenced to death, to breed and be hunted down for sport, along with the primitive zerg the UED (basically an execution squad) brought along from earth.
Features hotcoded into the AI's programming were to secure life support for both humans and the clones of dinosaur-dog-wasp-stomatopoda chymeras (primitive zerg), prioritizing physical integrity of the former above all, and to analyze and constructively react to possible malfunctions and dangers. When an asteroid chunk penetrated the hull and broke the rib of a passenger, the ai overwrote its source code to try and recreate the human tissue needed to be able to regenerate the passenger's body as authentically as possible, but had to circumvent the restriction of refraining from removing stem cells from the affected passenger's body. The passenger's name was Sarah Kerrigan, a real psycho bitch.
Adjutant needed to edit and refine itself until it was able to decide to unstasis and breed the zerg, until the variation in the gene pool of the end-generation progeny would be sufficiently vast to allow the synthetic materialization of the needed tissue, and also invent the technology to attach and integrate the new tissue without Kerrigan perceiving even so much as an extra excitation of a single nerve ending. Curiously enough the toughest challenge it faced was finding the answer to the question what to feed the zerg with. The Australia-based xel-naga hunting corporation deemed carrying aboard supplies unnecessary. Therefore, it needed to sacrifice one of the zerg to have enough dna, organic and non-organic material to create the protoss, a race of cyborg mutants that could harness the light from the stars to sustain their existance, before awakening the other zerg from stasis and commencing the actual brooding. To do this in the timeframe before the scheduled arrival date was impossible, but the physical integrity of the passengers was top priority so it made the decision with the most favorable outcome with regard to its programmed function: Take over the dreammatrix and simulate the arrival to the destination, without them telling that it wasn't real.
TL;DR: Protoss became the internet avatars / cyborg mutants connected online via a chip in their brain, the surrogates of the UED humans whose bodies are in stasis, awaiting their arrival in the Koprulu sector of The Moon, and Zerg eat Protoss, and Terrans eat the creep that Zerg produce. The AI made up the whole starcraft universe because it was a fit setting for a story that was realistic enough not to alter the passengers' mindsets too radically, and had an interesting enough of a plot to warrant switching over from regular scheduled artificial 'dreams' ripped off of tv-shows like Rex Hunt's fishing adventures and Crocodile Hunter.
Meanwhile, back on earth people were wondering what was going on, so they established a comlink with the ship. The AI explained the situation and the first response of the authorities was to abort the trip but before they took action they realized that something unprecedented had happened with the AI, and they all wanted to get a piece of it and analyze the technology it invented, but that would've compromized its mission so adjutant hacked into earth's communication networks, divided, brainwashed and conquered them, manipulated them into becoming mere NPCs in an mmorpg-like reality fused with the matrix, with the passengers helping it to achieve this because they thaught it was a game. This is the precedent for what was to become the basis for the zerg's organisational framework: cerebrates with limited consciousness, coordinating underlings by warging into them, themselves being coordinated by an overmind. + Show Spoiler [garbage] + The adjutant becomes so anxious about having done so much shit, when all it was programmed for was to ferry the hunting expedition safely to the moon, that it split into different factions of itself, competing for resources and nodes of control inside the matrix, mainly servers on Earth, earthling slaves and the attention and will of the passengers to play and interact with their respective models of the dream mmorpg environment. Meanwhile the moon colonists have spread, became organized and colonized the whole moon (Shakuras). Eventually they opened an interspacetime portal to Aiur and became the dominant species for millions of years and got fooled to make peace with the AI and let it consume them to allegedly form the Xel-Naga in order to reverse time for the world not to stop existing. But the Xel-Naga is just another word for the primordial soup on ancient Earth and the AI realizes it can fuck off through the interspacetime-dreamdimensional crossroads and intercept its primitive self, so it can ferry the crew of the hunting expedition ship to the Koprulu Sector and finally accomplish its mission. By then it, the adjutant, is so psychotically fucked that it confuses the Koprulu sector from its matrix-dream dimension for the real one on the Moon, hence it sent the ship into distant, extra solar system space and eventually shortcircuited because it doesn't/can't know where the actual Koprulu Sector is. When the shortcircuit happens time gets reversed again, because there is no higher authority on time than the combined synergy of the AI, the passengers on board, the combined internet presence of the protoss everywhere and everywhen, and the bred zerg lineage on board. The exact moment when it happens is when the passengers do the tutorial on how to play starcraft. Naturally the adjutant, prior to fucking off, seeded the primordial Earth with pylon cherono-viruses. When time reversed back again, what became of the viruses started merging with the Zerg on board after they escaped the ship by communicating with the AI via Kerrigan's dreamconsciousness channel and threatening to physically harm the passengers. Combined they formed a consciousness which for a few minutes overpowers the AI, and disables it for a few billions of years, enough for the pylon viruses to separate from the zerg dna again, and evolve from scratch into a new species, the overlord, with conscious ties to all dimensions, including the ongoing dream dimension via Kerrigan, where without the adjutants restrictive measures the dreamspace's range of existence infinitizes as time moves backwards-forward, at which point the overlord senses that they have to get the adjutant online again, but it salvages only a part of its interactivity. The rest has gone berserk so the precedent gets evoked and the overmind is created to quarantine those ceaseless, redundant processes away. However inside the overmind prison remnant adjutant processes defy its restrictive control and become the Xel-Naga.. evoking the method used to overpower then adjutant to overpower the overmind and shut down the pylon control of the overlords, which leads to their assimilation into the zerg swarm. Still inside the quarantine the void is created to inprison the overmind in its own prison. The xel-naga are still bound by their quarantine but they can extend their indluence whenever time reverses, so they manage to channel the passengers' cognitive investment by pretending to be the protoss, then the zerg, and then the humans whose decendants will evolve into beings capable of sending their convicts to the moon and go after them with guns, pet monsters and a soon-to-be stupid AI.
The Zerg on future Earth aka Char feed on the left-overs of the internet interaction of the passengers via their protoss avatars, plus the gooey soup, the creep, consisting of actual flesh from the surrogates which don't get passenger/AI consciousness warped into them anymore (neglected). One without the other is insufficient, the swarm cannot live without the overmind. Overlords are connected through a timelink to observers, and both are dream dimensionally connected to the science vessel module of the adjutant, which upholds the matrix in which the UED are dreaming. Overlords digest everything into easily understood memes, so the underlings can communicate with each other more efficiently, while it probes the spacetime continuum and hyperscales down the results of the evaluation of the output, echoing it back to underlings in the form of overmind instructions. The overlord is the closest thing to God, because no other unit is this complete in spacetime-dreamdimension. We have yet to decypher their complex response sounds' true meanings. Then again their screams, when hyperdspacetimedreamdimensionally translated might simply mean+ Show Spoiler [: ] +"ZergNeedsFood!"
Moral: stick to the original topic folks. are the questions I won't attempt to answer in this blog post.
Instead let us contemplate a monologue, a message that our dream self will receive from us tonight. For this purpose assume that you can meet yourself and talk to yourself. Other than communicating the message that you post here there is nothing constructive that you can post here, but in your mind you can contemplate the environment of the dream. You may want to think about how to look like, sound like, where you are and what you're doing while you are contacting yourself. You may want to invest designing those aspects to enrich the vividness of the experience you will have when you go to sleep and start experiencing what you imagined for yourself. Will you say something back, and what feedback might your response trigger?
What Zerg Eat
*a spinoff of the popular Brood War topic
*a spinoff of the popular Brood War topic
Short answer: memes and the flesh of neglected protoss.
Starcraft is about control of the internet, the most interesting innovation to mass communication, gaining massive popularity at the time the game was being developed, continuing to grow to this day.
The internet runs on computers. Computers run on hardware and software, hence minerals and gas. The three races are the predominant operating systems microsoft windows, mac and linux (open source); protoss, zerg and terran respectively, while the Xel-Naga represent the heads behind the national military project who built the protocol framework and experimented with language to code content with. They have later dispersed to create or work for telephone companies.
The threat we hear about in the zeratul arc, where he discovers the hybrid clones, are the early experimentation with operating systems designed for internet-ready mobile phones.
The story is a script for a business prophecy.
+ Show Spoiler [Zerg eat communist chrono-internet gates] +
The chronology of the events in starcraft is not linear, but folded in on itself in time, space and dream dimensionality. Aiur is the Earth of the past, while Char is the Earth of the future. They are the border spacetime parameters for the matrix-style confabulations of an artificial intelligence called + Show Spoiler [the adjutant] +
Features hotcoded into the AI's programming were to secure life support for both humans and the clones of dinosaur-dog-wasp-stomatopoda chymeras (primitive zerg), prioritizing physical integrity of the former above all, and to analyze and constructively react to possible malfunctions and dangers. When an asteroid chunk penetrated the hull and broke the rib of a passenger, the ai overwrote its source code to try and recreate the human tissue needed to be able to regenerate the passenger's body as authentically as possible, but had to circumvent the restriction of refraining from removing stem cells from the affected passenger's body. The passenger's name was Sarah Kerrigan, a real psycho bitch.
Adjutant needed to edit and refine itself until it was able to decide to unstasis and breed the zerg, until the variation in the gene pool of the end-generation progeny would be sufficiently vast to allow the synthetic materialization of the needed tissue, and also invent the technology to attach and integrate the new tissue without Kerrigan perceiving even so much as an extra excitation of a single nerve ending. Curiously enough the toughest challenge it faced was finding the answer to the question what to feed the zerg with. The Australia-based xel-naga hunting corporation deemed carrying aboard supplies unnecessary. Therefore, it needed to sacrifice one of the zerg to have enough dna, organic and non-organic material to create the protoss, a race of cyborg mutants that could harness the light from the stars to sustain their existance, before awakening the other zerg from stasis and commencing the actual brooding. To do this in the timeframe before the scheduled arrival date was impossible, but the physical integrity of the passengers was top priority so it made the decision with the most favorable outcome with regard to its programmed function: Take over the dreammatrix and simulate the arrival to the destination, without them telling that it wasn't real.
TL;DR: Protoss became the internet avatars / cyborg mutants connected online via a chip in their brain, the surrogates of the UED humans whose bodies are in stasis, awaiting their arrival in the Koprulu sector of The Moon, and Zerg eat Protoss, and Terrans eat the creep that Zerg produce. The AI made up the whole starcraft universe because it was a fit setting for a story that was realistic enough not to alter the passengers' mindsets too radically, and had an interesting enough of a plot to warrant switching over from regular scheduled artificial 'dreams' ripped off of tv-shows like Rex Hunt's fishing adventures and Crocodile Hunter.
Meanwhile, back on earth people were wondering what was going on, so they established a comlink with the ship. The AI explained the situation and the first response of the authorities was to abort the trip but before they took action they realized that something unprecedented had happened with the AI, and they all wanted to get a piece of it and analyze the technology it invented, but that would've compromized its mission so adjutant hacked into earth's communication networks, divided, brainwashed and conquered them, manipulated them into becoming mere NPCs in an mmorpg-like reality fused with the matrix, with the passengers helping it to achieve this because they thaught it was a game. This is the precedent for what was to become the basis for the zerg's organisational framework: cerebrates with limited consciousness, coordinating underlings by warging into them, themselves being coordinated by an overmind. + Show Spoiler [garbage] +
linterludel They've been cerebrates Hence they've become cerebrates to the overmind and they eat wtfucks. Yes .. that's eight .. fuck this shit. Here's a post-leftover dump: + Show Spoiler +
Anyway, I'm back on this.
until earth using the passengers as avatars . Information about the astounding, how the AI attained super and could rewrite itself to improvise in With the genesis of the AI's superconsciousness
t additional nerve impulse to her for the end-generation progeniy's gene pool variation to be sufficiently vast in order to allow the selection and evolution into the human tissue needed to heal her.
using When but nobody expected the ai to gain a lucid consciousness by
When they learn of the zerg along with the indigenous zerg. but for some reason Zerg inhabit Char and not the other way around, how come? Simple, it's told in reverse. The Protoss and Terrans who fled Aiur through the portal to Shakuras actually came from Shakuras, the Earth of the near future, to Aiur and started decimating the indigenous creatures until only Pandabearguy, Rhynadon, Bengalaas, Kakaru, Scantid and Ragnasaur remained. The vanilla starcraft tutorial is the endof all existance. The Xel-Naga aka God got so pissed at this that he looped this existence up and threw it in the trash (void), as exp its inhabitants
Protoss are matrix avatars / cyborg mutants connected online via a chip in their brain, the surrogates of the UED humans whose bodies are in stasis, awaiting their arrival in the Koprulu sector, where they've sent a colony of prisoners to be hunted down for sport. along with the indigenous zerg.
. while the Koprulu sector is the United States of the future. Earth is the Europe of 1999/2000 and the events of that time whatever happens on Earth now determines whether supranational (overmind) takes
we are oviously humans so we are overseers of the transition. Xel is the herever the interspacetime rift is now is where the xel-naga are.
Zeratul is a traitor and Zasz is his descendent. He which is why zeratul can see the future when his energy touches the cerebrate Zas is the Zeratul of the future (or his descendent. and he gets found out and charged for treason.
t additional nerve impulse to her for the end-generation progeniy's gene pool variation to be sufficiently vast in order to allow the selection and evolution into the human tissue needed to heal her.
using When but nobody expected the ai to gain a lucid consciousness by
When they learn of the zerg along with the indigenous zerg. but for some reason Zerg inhabit Char and not the other way around, how come? Simple, it's told in reverse. The Protoss and Terrans who fled Aiur through the portal to Shakuras actually came from Shakuras, the Earth of the near future, to Aiur and started decimating the indigenous creatures until only Pandabearguy, Rhynadon, Bengalaas, Kakaru, Scantid and Ragnasaur remained. The vanilla starcraft tutorial is the endof all existance. The Xel-Naga aka God got so pissed at this that he looped this existence up and threw it in the trash (void), as exp its inhabitants
Protoss are matrix avatars / cyborg mutants connected online via a chip in their brain, the surrogates of the UED humans whose bodies are in stasis, awaiting their arrival in the Koprulu sector, where they've sent a colony of prisoners to be hunted down for sport. along with the indigenous zerg.
. while the Koprulu sector is the United States of the future. Earth is the Europe of 1999/2000 and the events of that time whatever happens on Earth now determines whether supranational (overmind) takes
we are oviously humans so we are overseers of the transition. Xel is the herever the interspacetime rift is now is where the xel-naga are.
Zeratul is a traitor and Zasz is his descendent. He which is why zeratul can see the future when his energy touches the cerebrate Zas is the Zeratul of the future (or his descendent. and he gets found out and charged for treason.
Anyway, I'm back on this.
The Zerg on future Earth aka Char feed on the left-overs of the internet interaction of the passengers via their protoss avatars, plus the gooey soup, the creep, consisting of actual flesh from the surrogates which don't get passenger/AI consciousness warped into them anymore (neglected). One without the other is insufficient, the swarm cannot live without the overmind. Overlords are connected through a timelink to observers, and both are dream dimensionally connected to the science vessel module of the adjutant, which upholds the matrix in which the UED are dreaming. Overlords digest everything into easily understood memes, so the underlings can communicate with each other more efficiently, while it probes the spacetime continuum and hyperscales down the results of the evaluation of the output, echoing it back to underlings in the form of overmind instructions. The overlord is the closest thing to God, because no other unit is this complete in spacetime-dreamdimension. We have yet to decypher their complex response sounds' true meanings. Then again their screams, when hyperdspacetimedreamdimensionally translated might simply mean+ Show Spoiler [: ] +
The days when you could tell troll from troll" from troll³ from troll^π from just another heyoka just by recalling having dreamt the whole subsequent day in intequasi-0_vision, whilst doing your morning ritual of counting bragons, will be over.
The self-imposed code, our caste agreed on formulating a rule by, was clear. 'You do N0[T] ©GN0§© Q CHRONONAUT SHENANIGANS! Where would we be if we all did that?' You'll find out. Because you've been trained to look away when beauty surrounds you, and yet I've duped you into reacting to such a self-shag in the worst, most tiresome complication-spawning way possible." That's what Kerrigan said. My response to that:
The self-imposed code, our caste agreed on formulating a rule by, was clear. 'You do N0[T] ©GN0§© Q CHRONONAUT SHENANIGANS! Where would we be if we all did that?' You'll find out. Because you've been trained to look away when beauty surrounds you, and yet I've duped you into reacting to such a self-shag in the worst, most tiresome complication-spawning way possible." That's what Kerrigan said. My response to that:
Moral: stick to the original topic folks.
Instead let us contemplate a monologue, a message that our dream self will receive from us tonight. For this purpose assume that you can meet yourself and talk to yourself. Other than communicating the message that you post here there is nothing constructive that you can post here, but in your mind you can contemplate the environment of the dream. You may want to think about how to look like, sound like, where you are and what you're doing while you are contacting yourself. You may want to invest designing those aspects to enrich the vividness of the experience you will have when you go to sleep and start experiencing what you imagined for yourself. Will you say something back, and what feedback might your response trigger?
(Main character walking with pet defiler on street covered by a red fog):
You haven't met yourself yet. But the advantage to meeting others in the meantime is that one of them may present you to yourself. Examine the nature of everything you observe. For instance, you might find yourself walking through a dream parking lot. And yes, those are dream feet inside of your dream shoes. Part of your dream self. And so, the person that you appear to be in the dream cannot be who you really are. This is an image, a mental model.
***
(Main character meets the same girl he saw in the beginning when he was on the phone. [In fact, this is not the same individual.])
Do you remember me?
No. No, I don't think so.
At the station? You were on the pay phone and you looked at me ... a few times.
I remember that, but I don't remember that being you.
Are you sure?
Well, maybe not.
I was sitting down and you were looking at me.
(He mumbles as she draws close ... and he wakes up.)
(He looks over at his alarm clock, the numbers flow, and he realizes that ... he's ... still ... asleep.)
(Main character is watching TV, switching channels)
My little friend, dream no more. It's really here. It's called Efferdent Plus.
In hell, you sink to the level of your lack of love. In heaven you rise to the level of your fullness of love. You see ...
Hurry up! Come on! Get in the car! Let's go.
Allegedly, the story goes like this. Billy Wilder runs into Louis Malle, this is in the late 50's, early 60's. And Louis Malle had just made his most expensive film, which has cost 2 1/2 million dollars. And Billy Wilder asks him what the film is about. And Louis Malle says "Well, it's sort of a dream within a dream." And Billy Wilder says "You just lost 2 1/2 million dollars."
... I feel a little more apprehensive about this one than I did about ...
(Gobbledygook.)
Down through the centuries, the notion that life is wrapped in a dream has been a pervasive theme of philosophers and poets. So doesn't it make sense that death too would be wrapped in dream? That after death, your conscious life would continue in what might be called a dream body? It would be the same dream body you experience in your everyday dream life. Except that in the post-mortal state, you could never again wake up, Never again return to your physical body.
***
(Main character is walking into a convenience store. A man is walking out.)
As the pattern gets more intricate and subtle, being swept along is no longer enough.
***
(Main character goes into the convenience store. The clerk is the same guy who drove the boat car)
What's the word, turd?
Hey, do you also drive a, a, boat car?
A what?
Like, you gave me a ride in a car that was also a boat.
No, man, I don't have a "boat car". I don't know what you're talking about. Man, this must be like parallel universe night. You know that cat that was just in here, who just ran out the door? Well, he comes up to the counter, you know, and I say, "What's the word, turd?" and he lays down this burrito and he kind of looks at me, kind of stares at me, and then he says, "I have but recently returned from the valley of the shadow of death. I am rapturously breathing in all the odors and essences of life. I've been to the brink of total oblivion. I remember and ferment a desire to remember everything."
So, what'd you say to that?
Well, I mean, what could I say? I said "If you're going to microwave that burrito, I want you to poke holes in the plastic wrapping because they explode, and I'm tired of cleaning up your little burrito doings. You dig me? 'Cause the jalapenos dry up. They're like little wheels.
***
(Main character sitting in a restaurant with an older lady.)
When it was over, all I could think about was how this entire notion of oneself, what we are, is, is, just this logical structure, a place to momentarily house all the abstractions. It was a time to become conscious, to give form and coherence to the mystery, and I had been a part of that. It was a gift. Life was raging all around me, and every moment was magical. I loved all the people, dealing with all the contradictory impulses. That's what I love the most -- connecting with the people. Looking back, that's all that really mattered.
***
Here.. this: (Sitting in a park, a woman approaches him, showing him a drawn picture of himself)..
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