text. un: knicksfan1961

[bigfootfetish]

[ In 1999, usernames describing interests are king and web 2.0 has yet to be dreamt of. This looks like a place to keep a weblog, and Mulder's not opposed to the possibilities. ]

Since childhood, I've dreamt of space. Who among us didn't, raised as we were? We grew up in the shadow of JFK's promise to take America to the moon, watching Neil Armstrong's fateful steps on minuscule TV screens, sitting in sweltering living rooms and imagining we were the ones clambering out of Apollo 11. That it might have been faked by Stanley Kubrick is beyond the point; we were kids, and we believed.

I've taken a giant leap for a man, let alone mankind, waking up in what appears to be a space station and not a sound-stage built by the Walt Disney Company. I see no flaws as of yet, no flies in the ointment. And yet I confess that I'm suspicious.

My concerns are several, key among them the possibility that I'm actually dying in a cave somewhere under the surface of North Carolina. That this is a distraction from the real work I intend to do, lunatic hallucinations designed to keep me from escaping my fate - but if my mind doesn't deceive me, this could be the case I've waited for. There's no denying that the bargain I've (allegedly) made is a strange one, threatening the fabric of time and space. And yet it feels almost reasonable: if I can be stolen from a hospital bed to the furthest reaches of the universe, why can't I intercede in events that have already happened?

(Merely existing here, witnessing technology beyond any I've seen in my dealings with Cancer Man or his shadowy colleagues, already continues work I've chased for years. I want to know more.)

I'm keeping a careful eye out for anomalies in my perceptions, anything that might lend credence to my null-hypothesis (digestion by way of fungi). I'm also on the search for a functional television and VCR; among other things, I've arrived with a handful of videotapes, but I have no way of watching them.

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text | un: batclown69

[slapsticks]

Sir, this is a Wendy's.

[bigfootfetish]

Oh, great. I'll take a Cheeseburger Deluxe and a large Frosty.

text | un: miller

[fungicidal]

Gonna need you to elaborate on that whole "digestion by way of fungi" thing.

[bigfootfetish]

What do you want to know about it? It's our best theory for what happened to Wallace and Angela Schiff.

text; un: A2

[a2brutus]

I have no idea who or what most of what you're saying is or was, but I guess none of us are dead if that helps.

[Somehow.]

Are you human?

[bigfootfetish]

Last I checked. Are you?

text; un toxicodendron

[greenpower]

That is so many words and I am seriously not reading all of that.

Like I am happy and/or sad for you since it seems like you're going through a thing right now, but was there a question in there we should be responding to?

[bigfootfetish]

It's a good thing no one asked you to.

Think of this as an open dialogue. I provide something for you to reply to, in theory. In practice, if you've seen a VCR around here, I'm willing to swap a Mario Puzo novel for it.

audio; un: felix

[swordandshield]

Jesus Christ, are you actually from the 20th century or did you wake up here and think it would be hilarious to start a shitty web blog?

Get a life, man. And stop wasting everyone's time.

[bigfootfetish]

Socrates tells us that the unexamined life isn't worth living. Sounds like you would have been happy to mix up his hemlock cocktail.

1/2

[softshoes]

[Yujin Mikotoba is a man who keeps close tabs on everything at the cutting edge of science and technology... in 1900.. Arriving on the Ximilia had been a culture shock, to say the least, but he's a resilient person, always ready and eager to learn: so after a few months, he's finally confident that he'll no longer bat an eye at any future developments he might run into while on the ship.

Until he reads this post, that is. Who is JFK. Who is Neil Armstrong. When did the Americans go to the moon? Who the devil is Cancer Man?

Unfortunately for Yujin, the only people around him at the time of posting happen to be Ryunosuke and Kazuma-- also from the opposite end of the century. The three of them spend about five minutes attempting to decode whatever this mysterious 'knicksfan' is talking about. They do not succeed. In fact, they're quite possibly a little more confused after trying to puzzle through it.

Mulder, what the fuck?]

text; un: y.mikotoba

[softshoes]

We have a television on board. You can ask Dr. Geiszler about it.

[#nailedit]

text; un: Sabriel.Abhorsen

[bindsthedead]

Believe me, I'd know if we were dead or dying- we're not.

And you do understand that this is a network, not a private diary?

[bigfootfetish]

You're not going to believe this, but all the replies tipped me off.

How would you know?

text; un: jtd

[doooooog]

[ Not very often you see someone having a psychological event on the network. Aw, who's Jake kidding, this happens all the time. ]

are you okay, man.

like.

ARE you okay, bro.

(and what kinda tapes did you bring)

[bigfootfetish]

I'm either fine or being digested. Take your pick.

A little of this, a little of that. Are you looking for something in particular?

txt; @getwrenched

[wrenchedup]

sooooooooooo. just wondering here, did you mean to post your autobiography to The Internet?

[ few seconds later: ]

also, dude. vcr? what fuckin year are you from?

[bigfootfetish]

This is only a sliver of my autobiography. We haven't even gotten to the juicy stuff yet.

1999. Why?

text; un: geraniums

[rootlessly]

[So much happened here.

...]

well
i can definitely tell you space travel isn't fake?

[that's all he's got tbh.]

[bigfootfetish]

There are a lot of people back on Earth who'd need a little more proof than that. Care to expand?

voice; un: redgrave

[shishkabob]

Not a hallucination, thanks, or an actor. I think we’d notice if there were movie cameras around.

Also, I don’t think I’ve seen a VCR in, shit, years. [With a deep sense of nostalgia:] That’s such a blast from the past.

[bigfootfetish]

See, that's what a hallucination WOULD say, if it was trying to convince me to hold still long enough for the digestive enzymes to take.

Happy to bring the nostalgia. What year are you from?

text, un: strange

[rehandle]

[ Stares directly into the abyss. My fellow American, please. ]

The Knicks, huh?

[bigfootfetish]

Don't tell me you're a Bulls fan.

audio: Lockwood

[recklessenough]

Though I recognize that this does not address your question; I was wondering if you would like a cup of tea, and perhaps a biscu...bite to eat?

[ Because you seem a little rattled, and in Lockwood's experience a nice cup of tea and a biscuit often helps. ]

[bigfootfetish]

Why not? I'm more of a coffee guy, but I'll take what we've got.

Meet you at the kitchens?

Text | un: belova

[laviny]

[jesus, how old is this guy. Just looking at that wall of text is giving her a headache. She’s sure that there must be a modern day meme to really sums up how this makes her feel.

Oh, right, she’s got it.]

ok boomer

YES THANK YOU THIS MAN WAS BORN IN 61

[bigfootfetish]

Come again?

text; un: starbuck

[faithfulskeptic]

I see what you're trying to do here.

Anyone could have collected these details.

[bigfootfetish]

Do you?

[ Somewhere on the station, his entire face has lit up. ]

Tell me, what am I trying to do here?

text; un: raddude5000

[heroooic]

what's north carolina?

[bigfootfetish]

A state? One of the thirteen original colonies.

text; un: rita.farr

[farr]

Well, lucky you!

I happen to have a television with a built-in VCR. It was a necessary carry-on considering I'd otherwise have no way to watch the entirety of my filmography, which I also happen to have on board. You're welcome to watch them any time you like.

[ never mind that he's asking to watch his own tapes, not her own. ]

It's been quite a while since anyone's talked about watching the moon landing live. How old were you?

[bigfootfetish]

That IS lucky. Maybe we could set up a timeshare. Joint custody.

And I was seven. We pretended we were astronauts for the rest of the summer - the Vineyard was a little too green to stand in for the surface of the moon, but we made do. Were you around for it?

un: garma.zabi

[gawstruck]

[ This is an insane post for Garma to read because he faintly recognizes these names and events, but they're about 200 years in the past. The idea of different worlds and different timelines is not as foreign to him now as it was a month ago, but... Man. ]

Is that how it was, back in Anno Domini? I must say, it is fascinating to see history repeat itself in reverse. Having grown up in the 60s of the Universal Century, born and raised in space... I would describe my childhood as exactly opposite.

Earth was the dream to us. A mystical place with lush nature but unregulated weather. A kind of promised land, the cradle of mankind... Seeing Earth was a dream for many, but an impossible one for most.

[bigfootfetish]

That's how it was. Lush nature, unregulated weather, and endless games of baseball in the park. Sometimes it feels like a dream, even now.

So when does the Universal Century hit? When do we go post-A.D.?

text; un: newt

[groupiedrifter]

I can totally beg for a VCR for you, dude, because VCRs have a place in my childhood and heart, but I've also got a sweet portable DVD player for all of your modern movie-watching needs. If you're big on monster movies, I'm collecting the classics.

But also! Sorry about the team, they're gonna be smartasses when you word-vomit on here; happens to me all the time. You some kind of writer, or what? Because I'm getting a super distinct 90's sci-fi hero vibe off of what you're throwing down.

[bigfootfetish]

I'd take both, but all I brought from home are tapes. What's in your library so far?

FBI agent, actually. From the 90s, so that checks out. 'Sci-fi hero', though, the jury's out on that one.