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[–] early_riser@lemmy.radio 3 points 20 hours ago

I imagine adopting an already senior dog can be hard. It certainly would be for me. My condolences for your loss. I'm slowly coming to terms.

[–] early_riser@lemmy.radio 3 points 21 hours ago

A sudden loss is really hard.

[–] early_riser@lemmy.radio 5 points 1 day ago

She’s been through multiple cancers over her years, 2 of them with us, and she always seems to make a comeback to where I keep on thinking she’s going to be here forever

Thank you. I've been on that roller coaster. That was by far the hardest, seeing her decline only to bounce back, then decline again. When she retired I would jokingly say "Remember, you can't die on me, you'll just have to live forever." Toward the end I started telling her she could go if she wanted. I know she neither knew what I was saying nor did she have much control over when she passed (though I'm still mystified by how perky she acted for the hour or so before her death.)

It still kills me how brief a time we have with such loving creatures. I've tried to look at it from the dog's point of view. We humans are effectively eternal and immutable constants of love and comfort, present from nearly the time they are born until they draw their last breath, and that makes me a bit happier.

 

My retired service dog died Tuesday at the age of 13. Her physical and metal health hadn't declined to the point that she wasn't moving on her own or engaging in her favorite activities (read: vacuuming up crumbs and hitting me when I stop petting her). She also passed naturally, unburdening me from heart-wrenching end of life decisions.

Below is my recollection of her final days. I apologize if this is needlessly graphic, but writing it out helps me process things.

spoiler

For the past few months she had been experiencing episodes of vomiting followed by strange behavior: refusal to lie down, excessive drinking, and obsession with the tile in the bathroom, followed by 24 to 48 hours of lethargy. After the first such episode the vet decided it was gastroenteritis and treated it accordingly.

She got better, but that first incident forced me to confront her mortality. She would experience two or three such episodes followed by more-or-less complete rebounds over the following months, with her final decline beginning at the start of this month.

The final decline began on the night of July 1st. As usual it started with vomiting, panting, drinking like a fish, and a reluctance to lie down. She also started coughing and hacking, which she hadn't done before. I took the following day off work to keep an eye on her, as I had done for previous episodes. As a service dog she had interacted with my supervisor and coworkers before her retirement, and my supervisor is a dog person, so my absence was swiftly approved.

As before, she seemed to rebound over the next 24 hours. But that Friday she experienced the most serious episode yet, vomiting and coughing even more. Her normal vet was unavailable, so I took her to a larger animal hospital that accepted walk-ins. As luck would have it, they had ultrasound equipment lacking at my usual vet, and they found a mass on her spleen. They suspected that the mass plus an already documented large lipoma on her abdomen were pressing on her organs and causing her symptoms. We booked a more thorough ultrasound for that Thursday. They sent us home with anti nausea meds and instructions to call them if the vomiting persisted.

Unlike previous episodes she never quite fully rebounded, and I was convinced that the ultrasound would bring bad news. She didn't live to see Thursday.

Tuesday morning she stopped eating. I interpreted a refusal to eat as vomiting-adjacent and booked an emergency appointment with the new vet per their instructions. I knew this was the end. She would either be gone by the evening or we'd have a date set to put her down. I got permission from work to WFH for the rest of the week.

I spent some time that morning curled up next to her on the floor. She had always insisted on sleeping in bed with me, but hadn't had the energy to get up there for the past few weeks. She was still able to climb up and down the stairs, and I was able to get her outside to the bathroom around noon.

She eventually ate the bowl meant for her breakfast, albeit slowly, which for a lab mix means eating at a reasonable pace. The hour before her appointment I was stress eating a bag of chips, and she even snatched the crumbs she found on the floor.

When it came time to go to the vet, she hopped in the van readily, unloaded fine, and even trotted into the waiting room. When we sat down, she sniffed a few times, then collapsed. At first I thought she slipped on the tile floor until I noticed she had voided her bladder and bowels. That's when I knew it was the end. It was, if not painless, at least very swift. I was too distressed to think to call for help, but the receptionist noticed us and paged some techs to come get her. She was clearly gone when they lifted her off the floor.

She was a velcro dog. She had to be with me. I was her everything, as undeserving as I was. If I wasn't there she'd hang out by the door until I came home. She even had to accompany me to the bathroom, and would claw the door if I didn't let her in. I was the last thing she saw, the last thing she felt, the last thing she smelled. That gives me a measure of solace.

Here she is lying next to her successor. She's the lighter-furred one on the right.

 

Bought Aseprite during the Steam sale and decided to do some Lonely Galaxy pixel "art". I'm by no means an artist though.

This picture shows a yinrih using a pair of HUD specs, which serve as a visual output device for a portable computer. Being quadrupeds, they can't dedicate a limb to operating a device. The input is handled by a paw keyer that's held in one of the forepaws while knuckle walking. Yinrih usually walk on the palms like a baboon or lemur, but can knuckle walk for short periods while holding a small object.

HUD specs are designed to friction fit snugly but comfortably on the muzzle without touching the whiskers.

The bandpass membranes shown in the image serve to narrow the bandwidth of incoming light. There are four pairs of these membranes, usually colored silver, gold (both shown in the image), blue, and red. They appear specular, like mirrored sunglasses. Yinrih who want to affect "puppy dog eyes" around humans will close their gold bandpass membranes and open their primary eyelids wide. Their real eyes are actually pitch black, which many humans find unnerving.

Here's the planet Hearthside. It's tidally locked. The arid day side is called the Nightless Desert. There's a green belt around the terminator and a night side which I haven't really developed.

This doesn't have any in-universe relevance, but it is very relevant to the project as a whole. My elderly dog passed a few days ago. She was the inspiration for a lot of the yinrih's characteristics, including their longevity. This project was partially a way to work through my sadness as she aged and the knowledge that she had much less time ahead of her than behind.

I wrote this story about a relatively young 150 year old yinrih fretting over his aging human friend. It's by far my weakest attempt at a story, but was very therapeutic for me to write.

[–] early_riser@lemmy.radio 1 points 4 days ago

The holy world of Hearthside

[–] early_riser@lemmy.radio 2 points 1 week ago

There's alien tail syndrome, where the nerve cord connecting a yinrih's main brain in the head and the caudal ganglion at the base of the tail is partially severed, causing the tail to act on its own. A yinrih's tail is longer than the body including the head, lacks bones, making it very flexible, and is strong enough to support a yinrih's weight. An erratic tail poses a hazard to the owner and those around him, so amputation is usually the only recourse. Taillessness is a non-trivial disability when you live in a world designed by and for people with a prehensile tail.

There's also smooth eye, which is where the organic nanoantennas that normally coat the surface of a yinrih's eyes fail to form in utero, rendering the kit blind. Blindness is less disabling for yinrih than it is for humans. Humans rely almost entirely on vision to navigate the world, but yinrih perception is divided more evenly among the senses, with hearing and especially olfaction being very keen. Touch is also prevalent. Even sighted yinrih will brush small objects against their whiskers while sniffing it in order to gain tactile and olfactory information about it, and a tactile labels are used on containers and controls in order to allow manipulation with the rear paws without looking. While sighted yinrih don't use tactile writing for long texts, the means to produce it are far more widely available and consequently cheaper than braille materials on Earth.

While not a malady from the yinrih's perspective, all yinrih are technically face blind. They use odor as the primary means of recognizing individuals, with gross physical features like fur pattern and body shape as a secondary indicator. This explains why yinrih have such domestic-looking fur patterns that vary widely even within a single litter, each kit is born visually distinct from his litter mates to aid identification by parents.

[–] early_riser@lemmy.radio 1 points 1 week ago (1 children)

tallstone

Not to be that guy, but it's tailstone. The word is a sort of fourth-wall-ish pun thing. (not sure what else to call it). The original Commonthroat is sKGqrCg, which is a compound of the noun sKGqg (stone) and the verb rC (to flick with the tip of the tail). The in-universe etymology is that when asked how it worked, the inventor wordlessly flicked himself on the side with his tail (as though swatting an annoying inset). This gesture can mean "don't bother me", "go away", but also "don't concern yourself with that" or "never you mind". He didn't want to get into the technical weeds as he wasn't good at communicating complex scientific principles in an understandable way. But, since the gesture is a rough equivalent to a dismissive wave of the hand, the word can be translated "handwavium".

Interesting. There’s no way to “ping” the “network” and - by physics or other means - determine how many other cards are on that “network”?

Protocol-wise yes, there are ping equivalents in YAP (the link layer) and YIP (the network layer). Physics-wise no, you can't know who else is listening unless they speak up.

Also, depending on how difficult it is to create Tallstone, this creates the possibility that there would be “certified secure” tallstone from well-regarded manufacturers, and riskier-but-cheaper options if you don’t care. It also raises the possibility that beyond individual bad actors, governments or criminal groups could set up entire fabs producing batches with access for them.

ding ding ding! The largest supplier of tailstone at the time of First Contact is Partisan Territory, which is on bad terms with pretty much every other polity at Focus. They only continue to exist because they've got their tentacles in almost every supply chain in the system. Partisan labor and raw materials are cheap, but there are accusations of spying on the part of the Partisan government in the manner you describe.

Sol may or may not be full to bursting with untapped sources of tailstone or tailstone precursors (haven't decided if it occurs naturally or must be synthesized). If so, First Contact may be seen by PT as an existential threat (rightly or wrongly). Since mass routers have comparatively tiny mass and volume limits, any tailstone manufactured at Sol would have to be drip-fed to Focus, making it scarce and thus more expensive. But since interspecies relations are a blank slate with no prior grudges to nurse or interests to secure, human-made tailstone would be seen by most yinrih buyers as more secure than PT-sourced tailstone.

[–] early_riser@lemmy.radio 2 points 1 week ago* (last edited 1 week ago) (3 children)

The exotic matter required for drives is stupendously expensive. As a result, almost no ships have internal drives, but require a “drive barge” or “FTL barge” to exploit FTL. Despite this, barges are common enough that most families can afford to take an FTL trip if needed.

Like a tugboat or tow plane with a glider. Unique.

In UNHA operations, all drives are legally owned by the government and crewed by a detachment of naval personnel, with explicit orders to scuttle a drive rather than allow it to be misused.

What constitutes "misuse"?

Another thing about mass routers, really more about the Underlay, is that you need tailstone for FTL communication, which the mass routing protocol needs to form neighbor relationships with adjacent routers. Tailstone is manufactured by growing monocrystals and fractioning them into wafers. A tailstone wafer can only communicate with other wafers shaved from the same monocrystal, so Underlay tunnel interface cards are sold in sets (usually pairs) that are hard-linked to one another, containing matching wafers. The ansible links between nodes are therefor much more like hard wire runs in that they can't be easily changed to different endpoints.

This manufacturing process has a lot of cybersecurity implications. A bad actor planted within a tailstone fab could grow larger crystals than a downstream client ordered, then break the crystals up to form multiple normal sized ones, giving the client the expected quantity and keeping the other half. That bad actor could then perform MITM attacks on ansibles or routers using those crystals.

One such attack is route poisoning, which is where a malicious router injects false routes into the system, telling other routers that a particular endpoint is somewhere it isn't, redirecting travelers to a destination of the attacker's choosing.


Refreshing that the defining characteristic of your magic system seems to be that it isn't a system.

It’s important to know these things, because different species or other casters being brought along can have… unexpected reactions to different methods.

I love the trope of fast travel being inherently scary. One idea I had was an inversion of the typical hyperspace is hell concept whereby FTL shunted you through Heaven, the risk wasn't demonic possession but having your face melted off by overwhelming holiness Raiders of the Lost Ark style, meaning special precautions had to be taken to keep people from perceiving the environment outside the ship, even conceptually (via sensor readings, for example).

As for the Lonely Galaxy, there are rumors among the superstitious that the Underlay is in fact the Void (the Claravian version of hell), and that the reason why the Bright Way discourages even negative discussion of demons is that it would make them look bad if the network they invented was routed through the realm of the damned.

[–] early_riser@lemmy.radio 2 points 1 week ago

Interesting. Some relevant tidbits my story didn't mention:

The yinrih are capable of STL interstellar travel, but because they can't lose consciousness without dying, they can't resort to hypersleep. Instead, they use a technique called metabolic suspension which halts metabolism but uses Science™ to keep the brain and nervous system active. The device that does this is called a suspension capsule (referenced in the story above). The traveler is completely submerged in a fluid matrix called neurogel that acts as a non-invasive brain-computer interface, a liquid ventilation medium (for when your metabolism starts up again but your lungs are still paralyzed), and a shock absorbent.

Since the person is still conscious but their sensory systems don't work, the suspension capsule presents a simulacrum to the traveler in order to keep them from going insane due to lack of sensory input. It also speeds up their subjective time perception to make the trip pass more quickly. The problem with the simulacrum (sim for short) is that the more realistic it is, the more the person is tempted to dissociate, thinking the sim is reality and forgetting their life outside. In order to stave off this madness, Claravian missionaries (the only group to engage in interstellar travel) undertake a rigorous routine of prayer and meditation to keep their minds anchored in reality.

I needn't tell you that the ability to present an arbitrarily realistic simulation to a person is subject to flagrant abuse, and so-called gel-head parlors offer recreational suspension for a price. This abuse prompts Claravian research monasteries to start looking into safer modes of interstellar travel, which is what results in the invention of the mass router.

As for the router itself, there are strict mass and volume limits to what can be sent through the underlay, meaning individual flows are limited to a single person and maybe a small carry-on. Because the mass router is discovered while a team of missionaries is living among humans on Earth, a mass router trunk is able to be established between Sol and Focus immediately. The missionaries construct a working mass router using their ship's fabricator and materials found on Earth.

[–] early_riser@lemmy.radio 2 points 1 week ago

Hence the "or fast travel" part of the title.

[–] early_riser@lemmy.radio 3 points 1 week ago

Yes. The countdown also started at 12. Commonthroat uses base 12 but base 24 is also seen in other yinrih languages. Yinrih are six-toed arboreal quadrupeds, meaning they use all four paws for both grasping and movement, and they have 24 digits to count with.

 

I'm especially curious in the case of fantasy settings. I'm admittedly not super well read in the genre, I know about the Ways from the Wheel of Time series[^1] , and I'm sure D&D has its fair share of fast travel mechanics.

Anyway, in my case I use mass routers. Rather than a dry lore dump here's a slightly less dry lore dump in story form!

spoilerHe glanced nadirward through the observation window at the green and blue surface of the planet. A river, coruscating in Focus's rays, wound through the verdant jungle passing below. It was THE river, the measure to which all other rivers were compared. It was so old that it didn't even have a name. Every other river on Yih, and every watercourse wrought on other celestial bodies by pioneers in the intervening millennia, was, after peeling away one hundred thousand years of sound changes and semantic drift, named after this river.

But he had seen this sight countless times, and it failed to put his mind at ease. He spun the metal prayer ring on his writing claw, feeling each of the twelve teeth pass under the pad of his outer thumb. The ring had belonged to one of his sires, who had often handed the shiny trinket to him to amuse himself with when he was barely a pup. It had been years since he had prayed it, not until this morning just before being shriven. It had been years since he was last shriven, too. He'd be the first to say he wasn't the most pious Wayfarer, but there was a real possibility, however infinitesimal, that today his life would come to a messy end, and he wanted to have a clean conscience if it came to that.

He turned to face the cause of his anxiety. Attached to a bulkhead opposite the window was a cylindrical machine barely larger than a suspension capsule, with a bore just large enough to fit a single yinrih, and maybe a satchel if the yinrih in question was particularly svelte. He floated over and looked through the bore. It was like he was staring down the business end of a railgun.

«You're going to be fine, Hearthfire.» He tried to reassure himself. «Nothing's going to happen. We did gross upon gross of tests. Equator to pole, Low orbit to surface, surface to moon, even interplanetary hops, all the way from Hearthside to Moonlitter. Inert object tests, live tests, and all the tree-dwellers we sent came out perfect.»

«Except Moonbeam.» nagged a tiny voice in the back of his brain.

«Poor Moonbeam. I know you're not supposed to name them. Makes it harder when... That happens.» The little tree-dweller went in fine, but the impulse buffer on the egress router failed as she dropped back into realspace on the surface, retaining all the momentum from the ingress router in orbit. In the span of a temporal quantum she ceased to be biology and turned into physics, ending up impacting the opposite wall at 20 times the speed of sound. The barrier was built to take it, but her poor body wasn't. She ended up a maroon smear on the wall.

«Time to get strapped in.» said a sandy-furred engineer floating next to the mass router.

He took a deep breath and floated into the bore, slipping his forelegs into the harness, then his hind legs, then his tail, and finally his head.

A voice came through the earpiece around his left ear. «Hearthfire, this is Morningstar. Everything's up and up down here.» It was the same cleric that had given him absolution this morning. «Just for review, you're being routed through an intermediate router on the surface before egressing at the antipodes. The impulse buffer is good on both the intermediate and the egress, in case a packet gets dropped along the way.»

«Ingress and egress buffers are synced.» Said the sandy-furred engineer.

«Acolyte, begin the countdown. May The Light illuminate your way, Hearthfire.» Said Morningstar.

«Twelve...» The sandy-furred engineer began solemnly sounding off the numbers.

«Eleven...» In a matter of seconds, a thin sheath of realspace containing Hearthfire's body would be shunted into the Underlay.

«Ten...» This realspace bubble would be encapsulated into billions of discrete packets.

«Nine...» From the perspective of a hypothetical observer embedded in the Underlay, these packets would appear discontiguous, and could take separate paths to reach the same destination.

«Eight...» But from the perspective of an observer contained within one of these packets, the entire space would still be contiguous.

«Seven...» Blood would still flow, and nerve impulses would still travel uninterrupted.

«Six...» Or they would if the traversal through the Underlay weren't instantaneous.

«Five...» Hearthfire's stream of consciousness would not be broken.

«Four...» There would be no ontological question that what emerged from the egress router was the same Hearthfire that entered the ingress router.

«Three...» These packets would hop instantaneously through an intermediate router directly below at the surface.

«Two...» This router would, in mere nanoseconds, direct the flow of packets to an egress router at the antipodes.

«One...» The egress router would absorb all the momentum that Hearthfire had while in orbit before shunting him back into realspace. Should the intermediate router drop a single packet, the whole flow containing Hearthfire's mass would be shunted harmlessly back into realspace at that router, provided it, too, absorbed his momentum correctly.

«Zero.» Hearthfire felt a tingling sensation, as though his whole body had fallen asleep. The feeling lasted but a fraction of a second, then he felt the weight of his body pulling him down. He had made it. In less than the blink of an eye, he had gone from a space station in low orbit over Yih to a lab on the surface on the opposite side of the planet. Hearthfire was the first yinrih to traverse a mass router network, and he had done it without a hitch.

This was going to change everything.

[^1]: fun fact: the Ways inspired the Nether from Minecraft insofar as one step in one dimension is multiplied in the overworld

[–] early_riser@lemmy.radio 2 points 1 week ago

You had me worried I had posted in the wrong comm by mistake. Did you think yinrih were humans? Good thing I didn't mention they lay eggs (both gals and guys) and can have up to 12 biological parents. The yinrih are arboreal quadrupeds with prehensile tails, so not remotely human-looking.

 

Got any interesting funerary rites in your setting?

Yinrih do not bury their dead. They usually dissolve the soft tissue and put the bones on display, usually in a lighthouse (house of worship) or other publicly important location such as a school, government building, library, etc.

Some professions or religious communities have unique traditions on top of this. Research monks use their dead in impact and ballistic testing. Claravian orders of healers use their bodies for teaching medicine to novice healers.

Since healers traditionally shed their fur for hygiene purposes, they are unique among yinrih in that they wear clothes when not working in order to retain heat and block sun exposure. Old and venerable healers who have retired, regrown their fur, and died, will have their pelts made into a hame, a ceremonial cloak given to other healers as a badge of honor.

The practice of displaying the bones of the dead causes a cross-cultural misunderstanding after the yinrih are given a bunch of human cadavers to study. The yinrih healers want to do right by their new human friends by showing their remains proper respect, which they do by building a library to hold all the new medical knowledge gained by studying those cadavers, and encrust the facade with the skulls of said cadavers. Needless to say, a tower of human skulls is not what most humans expect to see when they visit the house of friendship.

Incidentally, I based this practice on ossuary chapels such as the Capuchin crypt, and only much later realized that the yinrih are space doggos what build stuff outta bones.

[–] early_riser@lemmy.radio 1 points 1 week ago* (last edited 1 week ago)

I love mechs :D Yinrih, particularly the Knights of the Sun, also use mechs. They kept making powered armor bigger and bigger until you were piloting a vehicle rather than wearing a suit.

Since mechs have five prehensile extremities to manage (four paws and a prehensile tail) they require a fair amount of training, so a hybrid between mech and conventional armored vehicle was developed called a "jumper" (Commonthroat qFbmg) that has conventional wheels but also has a degree of vertical mobility, able to jump, climb vertical surfaces, and even hover for a short period.

 

I want to create, sort, filter, query, update, etc. hierarchical data like JSON or XML or YAML with the same ease as a spreadsheet. Does such a thing exist?

 

Yinrih don't use nukes, as they never bothered to weaponize them before discovering how to yeet things at significant fractions of the speed of light.

I've mentioned retribution fields before, which are force fields that absorb the kinetic energy of projectiles and then fire that energy back at the attacker. They were invented to counter...

...Quasiluminal munitions (Commonthroat gkg rDFrlmqrLPq or more often known by the military slang term gkrdfg, a clipped and reduced form of the above) are projectiles that travel at relativistic speeds and whose destructive power comes solely from their kinetic energy rather than a incendiary or nuclear payload.

Force projectors are used at shorter ranges. As the name implies they project force at a distance. As weapons you mostly see them on paw gauntlets as part of powered armor. By thrusting the palm forward a force extends outward beyond the reach of the attacker's foreleg, sort of a long-distance punch. They have scalong issues though. they convert surrounding oxygen to ozone, and can't be operated in atmosphere beyond a certain size for reasons I have yet to figure out.

Since yinrih are quadrupeds they can't practically use human guns. Modern soldiers use back mounted drone capsules that hover nearby and fire at enemies, similar to the Option power-up from Gradius. Older firearms are saddle-mounted and sit on the back and have a tail-actuated trigger.

 

Steadtree fruit

This is a steadtree fruit along with a drinking bowl filled with steadtree fruit juice. The fruit has a bluish-purple skin with a vivid violet sheen, and its flesh is an extremely saturated shade of blue.

Steadtrees were the yinrih's primary shelter when they achieved sapience, and the fruit formed a significant part of their diet. It's highly symbolic across most yinrih cultures, especially within the Bright Way. The fruit is offered to guests after liturgies, regardless of creed, and the juice, usually fermented, is drunk during fasts, when Wayfarers are expected to abstain from solid foods.

Humans find it to be extremely sour, comparing a single bite to eating an entire bag of warhead candies.

Wind Fruit

This is a wind fruit. It is green with four fleshy lobes. It contains a sugar that is rapidly fermented by the yinrih's gut flora into alcohol. A single fruit is enough to get a yinrih drunk. Gas is a byproduct of the fermentation process, lending the fruit its name.

The fruits appearance and effects on the vulpithecine body have made it a frequent source of analogy. Politicians are frequent targets for such analogies due to duplicity (compared to the fruits many facets) lack of awareness or intelligence (alluding to the fruit's intoxicating effect) and tendency to make longwinded boring speeches (referring to the fruit's gassy byproduct).

Redfruit

This is a red fruit (Commonthroat qfBqg /huff, early falling weakening whine, huff, short low weak growl/). Like many words for fruits, the word qfBqg also doubles as the word for the corresponding color.

There are two species of tree that bear nearly identical fruits. One is a harmless treat designed to lure seed dispersers including yinrih and their tree dweller cousins. The other is fatally poisonous and mimics the appearance of the first species. The toxin is potent enough to kill even larger animals like yinrih in mere minutes. The animal dies before it can leave the vicinity of the tree, dropping to the ground so the tree can be nourished by its decomposing corpse.

Over time, the color red became associated with risk. Risk then morphed into bad luck, and that's why yinrih with red fur are considered unlucky.

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Cosmology (europe.pub)
submitted 1 month ago* (last edited 1 month ago) by early_riser@lemmy.radio to c/worldbuilding@lemmy.world
 

According to the Bright Way, there is a symmetry between epistemology and cosmology. The realm of the Known is the set of all things that are known. This epistemological concept corresponds to the noosphere (AKA the mind sea), which is the sum total of a sapient species' thoughts, experiences, ideas, and communications, as well as their effect on the world.

The Realm of the Knowable corresponds to the physical universe. Things and events in this realm can (at least theoretically) be grasped by mortal minds, though certain things may be beyond the ken of a particular species on account of its neurology and sensory system, in the same way you probably couldn't explain nuclear physics to a chimp. The Bright Way seeks out other sophonts in part to fill hitherto unnoticed gaps in the yinrih's knowledge, and for the yinrih to offer the same in kind.

However, there are things that lay outside the Realm of the Knowable, beyond the grasp of any mortal mind, regardless of how it is organized. This is the Realm of the Unknowable, or the Empyrean. This is where the souls of the blessed dwell in the beatific vision of the Uncreated Light. Faith, to trust in the unseen, bridges the Realm of the Knowable and the Realm of the Unknowable. Heaven is thus conceived of as being "outside" and the physical universe as "inside".

Wayfarers refer to the Empyrean as cBqDFp the Great Outside, and to the physical universe as rjGJfdMr sMlr This dear little Creation.

Here is what First Contact looks like from an epistemological perspective, the noospheres of humanity and vulpithecinity uniting as one.

What precisely this union consists in is a matter of debate in Claravian circles. It could be as simple as forming friendships between individuals of either species, or it could be as concrete and straightforward as physically uniting the two species' respective Internets, as is held by the Farspeakers.


Since I don't want to double post, here's a bonus lore dump:

The stargazer's prayer is a simple prayer taught to pups. It is, as you probably guess, said at night while gazing up into the stars. Below is an English translation.

I see the stars in dark of night
shining down with holy light.

keeping sophonts safe and warm
whatever be their shape and form.

When their eyes look to the sky
Do they see my star and I?

Do they chant this little verse,
O Maker of the universe?

One day soon before too long,
may we hear their joyful song.

May all our minds and all our might
reflect the Uncreated Light.

 

The Bright Way is not considered to have a single founder. The faith is said to have been revealed to the entire newly sapient yinrih species in an event called the Theophany. It is here, while the yinrih were still hunting with crudely knapped flint paw axes and storing edible seeds in nothing more than holes in the ground, where they received the Great Commandment to seek out other sophonts among the stars. And it is thanks to their monomaniacal pursuit of this Great Commandment that the yinrih went from the paleolithic to orbital flight in a mere 5 millennia.

Pictured above is a depiction of what was seen during the Theophany. It is an orb of light with a fringe of shifting hues, hanging in a part of the sky where the sun did not travel. Despite occurring at midday, the rest of the sky was dark as night and the stars shone unusually bright.

Over time, depictions of this vision evolved into the star and gear used as the Bright Way's usual symbol. The gear evolving from the chromatic fringe around the orb. There is considerable debate inside and outside the Bright Way as to what this glowing orb was. The majority view in Claravian circles is that it was a breach between the realm of the knowable (the physical universe) and the realm of the unknowable (the Empyrean). While not explicitly endorsed by the magisterium, a common assumption is that the light was in fact the Uncreated Light itself, or more accurately, the closest a mortal mind could get to perceiving the Light's inapproachable glory.

If you ask secular historians, especially within Partisan Territory, it was an instance of mass hysteria, possibly having to do with the yinrih's newly sapient brains. But there are multiple accounts of the Theophany that are reasonably congruent with one another that were penned (clawed?) far away from one another, with no time for one group to have been influenced by another.

Others think it was a hallucination brought on by tainted water or a gas seep that collected along the river valley. A disaster of this magnitude would surely have resulted in other negative effects, like dead animals or sick pups, or at least lingering issues with adults that would have been documented. The fact that this is not the case, especially given the strong taboo against intoxication, makes this idea hard to square with what is known.

Perhaps it was something akin to an aurora, but at that time of year? at that time of day? on that part of Yih? localized entirely within a single discreet orb? Highly unlikely. It also doesn't explain the darkened sky.

 

In another post I mentioned the Mindseekers, which was a sect that sought to create artificial sophonts rather than seek other minds among the stars. As they began experimenting with electronic computers, they settled on balanced ternary as the number system of choice rather than binary. This choice was based on some vagaries of yinrih neurology they sought to emulate.

Balanced ternary has three digits, -1, 0, and +1. You can represent any signed integer with these three digits alone. The sign of the number is the sign of the highest-order digit. Here are a few examples using T as -1:

TT = -1*3^1-1*3^0 = -3-1 = -4
1T = 1*3^1-1*3^0 = 3-1 = 2
10 = 1*3^1 + 0*3^0 = 3

You can reverse the sign of the number just by flipping +1's to -1's and vice versa.

11 = 1*3^1+1*3^0 = 3+1 = 4
T1 = -1*3^1+1*3^0 = -3+1 = -2
T0 = -1*3^1+0*3^0 = -3

For reasons unknown, perhaps aesthetics, perhaps for some deeper spiritual reason, the Mindseekers often represented balanced ternary numbers using two-dimensional paths. The rules for drawing such a path are simple.

  1. Pick a starting point
  2. Draw a line in any of the four cardinal directions.
  3. You may turn 90 degrees clockwise or counterclockwise, drawing a dot at each turn.
  4. You may also go straight ahead, drawing a dot dividing a line segment.
  5. You may not make a 180 degree turn, you must make two consecutive 90 degree turns.

"But how does this represent balanced ternary numbers?" I hear you cry. Well, a counterclockwise turn represents a +1, a clockwise turn -1, and a straight is 0. The number is big endian, meaning the first turn is the highest-order digit, the second is the second-highest, etc. Neither initial starting direction nor line length are significant, so those choices can be left to aesthetics or other constraints.

This method has the pleasantly symmetrical property that mirroring the path horizontally results in an integer of the opposite sign.

Mindseekers would often hide such paths in odd places, like the brickwork on the sides of buildings, embedded in the abstract pattern of a tapestry, and so on. It's thought that certain numbers held symbolic value.

These paths became popular as a way to hide messages in plain sight even long after the Mindseekers faded into obscurity.

 

This is a sketch of a typical vulpithecine public restroom.

  1. The doorway is blocked by a curtain. Yinrih enter by pushing the cloth aside with the muzzle. Most rooms that don't need strict access control or environmental protection use such curtains.
  2. A washing pool is accessible near the entrance. It's a shallow basin a few inches deep. The water is vigorously circulated and filtered. Yinrih wash all four paws as well as the tail after using the restroom. There is a coarse bristly floor mat used to scrape dirt from under the claws and from between the paw pads.
  3. The washing pool sits in the "clean" area of the restroom. The "dirty" area where the toilets are is usually set off by a lip in the floor or a change in tile texture. Hygiene dictates that you enter the washing pool directly from the dirty area before setting paw in the clean area again.
  4. The floor is often tiled. How something feels under paw is just as important to a room's style as how it looks. Tiles often alternate between different textures or even different thermal conductivities to achieve a particular tactile aesthetic.
  5. There are almost always perches in the clean area of the restroom. Yinrih tend to be chatty while doing their business, and in some cultures it's considered polite to accompany a friend or coworker to the restroom even if you don't have to go yourself.
  6. The toilets proper are flush with the surrounding floor. The user backs into the stall. There is a ring of rough tile around the rim to help people from stepping in the toilet[^1]. Both male and female yinrih eliminate via a cloaca and stand with the rear paws on either side of the bowl with the tail resting across the back. Toilet paper, usually soaked in a mild disinfectant like wet wipes, is available in dispensers above the toilet. The paper is manipulated by the tail.
  7. There are still partitions affording a modicum of privacy. Just because bathrooms are more social than on Earth doesn't mean people appreciate watching others doing their business, just like many human cultures regard yawning or chewing with the mouth open to be rude or gross. So you can't drop a deuce in the middle of the street and not expect to get a citation. The partitions are low enough to reveal a yinrih's head.
  8. The entire stall is flushed after use. The stall floor slopes into the latrine. There is a grate across the entrance that releases a mild mix of water and bleach to both flush the toilet and sanitize the floor.

Needless to say, this is not conducive to human use. If human-specific facilities are not available, the polite thing to do is yield the entire bathroom to a human in need to use privately.

[^1]: The Commonthroat expression P rlpqN sMp, to step in the toilet means to make a stupid mistake, especially despite being warned beforehand. The more vulgar expression bc g rnqg rp qcf to piss on one's own [rear] paws carries a similar meaning.

 

Posting this here since the conlanging comms seem pretty inactive. I FINALLY solved a problem with my Commonthroat lexicon. I was using a verbose pronunciation scheme describing consonants and vowels one by one with whole words. This caused false positives in search results when searching for terms containing the words used in this verbose pronunciation scheme like "weak" or "low".

In the old system, the vowel b would be given a pronunciation of "short low weak whine". This made it impossible to find words meaning "short" or "low" etc, since they appeared in so many entries.

When I started working on Outlander, another yinrih language, I came up with a universal phonetic notation that would cover the whole gamut of vulpithecine speech sounds that I call the YPA (Yinrih Phonetic Alphabet). It's a bit of a misnomer since it's not really an alphabet, just a more compact way of describing pronunciations.

In YPA, b is rendered "1111", which won't conflict with any definitions.

While the Outlander lexicon has used YPA from the outset, I wasn't sure whether I could update the pronunciations in my Commonthroat lexicon to the new system. But I unexpectedly had a large amount of free time today, so I spent 5 hours straight cobbling together a Python script to replace the old pronunciations with new ones.

So here is the fruit of my labor: https://lonelygalaxy.neocities.org/commonthroat

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