PLEASEEEE

I love how there's really only 3 options and all of of us are in agreement

attempting to exhibit self control

Heh. Forgot abt the grey goo

Humans and Boredom V

Matter recycling and restructuring.

One of the most useful technologies any space faring civilization can develop is the ability to transform nearly any form of matter into almost any other on the molecular level (atomic would be perfect, but that's a bit more complex and power intensive). The most typical method is swarms of simplistic nanomachines - tell them to disassemble whatever junk you throw their way into convenient high density cylinders for each type of element or alloy found that the more sophisticated (and slower) nanomachines in the printers can then use to make all of the everything else.

Humanity is no exception to this, but they do have their own way of producing some of the more rare types of matter via a little thing they do with their true fusion reactors:

They deliberately overload and blow them up. "Contained" supercharged nuclear explosions using an actual (miniature) star.

"We've got a saying - when you've got a hammer, or in this case - tiny stars - every problem begins to look like a nail that needs an explosion."

Regardless of their insanity, as always, their version of nanomachine reassembly swarms is far more grotesque and dangerous.

For starters, they call them Grey Holes for the simple reason that normally you should not be able to see the nanomachines, as, well, they are on the atomic scale. But not here, no, crank up the density so high that you can see them, and oh yeah, keep them on and active at all times.

Fine, I will be fair and say that Humans do also have normal reassembly chambers that are fully contained, you insert the matter, close the gate, activate the machines, and in a few minutes safely take out the matter cylinders.

What I'm talking about here is a massive, visible, uncontained save for a magnetic field, always active swarm of ravenous nanomachines. They use this Grey Hole, well, okay, that's it's technical name, the workers call it PacMan.

Anyway, they move this PacMan over to a derelict cruiser, a Human cruiser by the way, so when I say massive, I mean it can engulf something that is several kilometers across. In a matter of just a few minutes, they move the PacMan from one end of the gigantic ship to the other. Minutes. Sometimes they play versions of this chipper tune as well. Were it not for the fact a simple electronic pulse even the smallest of ships can generate could fry the tiny brains of these simple machines, no doubt a Dissolution event would have occurred countless times across the Galaxy.

...hmm?

Humans call it the Grey Goo event?

And they knowingly call their reassembly nanomachine swarms Grey Holes. Right. Okay.

sigh Sometimes it feels Humans WANT an apocalypse to happen...

umm i need reassurance that my presence is wanted but i can’t ask for reassurance because that’s really Embarrassing and it wouldn’t feel genuine if i asked for it

Tim: Duke, you're an optimist. Try to see the bright side.

Duke: The bright side is on fire, Tim.

Tim: And it's warm! See, that wasn't so hard. Now you try.

Duke: .....

Duke: I suppose it's kind of pretty.

Tim: That’s the spirit!

Bruce [voice far away]: Are you two insane! The building is on fire! Get out!

We're all gay here.

Reblog this if you AREN'T homophobic.

Just want to see how many of my followers actually reblog this.

Wait, is Damian Bruce's bio son? Was he put through some accelarated aging? Bc if not Bruce would've been eight.

Sudden dad of two Bruce Wayne doesn't understand how to handle new assassin son

Next part of my batkids role reverse au with Damian entering the picture

(Previous // next // full guide)

Tim Drake is a social chameleon. He can switch personas in the blink of an eye depending on the people around him.

You'd never think the rich socialite Timothy Drake that attends charity galas in a suit that costs more than most people make in a year is the same guy that hangs out at the skate park in ripped jeans, scuffed sneakers and loose band shirts.

He effortlessly switches between being the CEO of a multi-million dollar company to being an annoying little brother. Borderline feral vigilante one second to loving boyfriend the next.

His entire demeanor changes, like he's become a brand new person every time. Heck, he'll even change his accent for shits and giggles. Posh, upper class Bristol becoming the filthiest Crime Alley accent ever to assault your ears.

The whiplash his family experiences every time they interact with him fills him with delight.