on Planet Where Everyone Can Teleport the first person on the moon went there by accident and promptly died. The next dozen or so people also went by accident, and also died. Number 14 figured out that people who go to the moon die and very cleverly brought a sword and six weeks of travel rations. This did not help.
No one on Planet Where Everyone Can Teleport ever figured out why people die in space because they don’t need airplanes and never found it particularly interesting to climb tall mountains. Astronomers use telescopes to take pictures of the ever-growing pile of corpses on the moon.
“why don’t they teleport back” because they’re not on the planet where everyone can teleport anymore. try to keep up dumbass
Gee, I thought these people were the ones who were like “If you don’t like it, you can just move to a blue state.”
And now they’re mad the guy is doing just that?
You can’t oppress and discriminate against someone then be mad when they take their highly useful skill elsewhere.
“You are all awful woke pedos who should be stoned to death and cast into perdition… oh except you doctor. We need you to fix Karen’s daughter Ashleigh’s VSD. Then you can be stoned and cast into perdition.”
Anyone who thinks this doctor is trying to make some political point rather than moving somewhere he feels safe and accepted is a smooth brain. It is akin to blaming a Jewish doctor for leaving Germany in the early 1930s because his patients will suffer.
You (conservative red voters) don’t get to use people as punching bags then make it their fault others suffer when they leave. You did that. Your shitty politicians that you elected (because you support their shitty views) are focusing on making queer people’s lives miserable rather than shit like holding oil and gas companies responsible for capping their profit machine deep water oil wells or other sensible shit (improving education, infrastructure, etc…).
You caused this guy to make the difficult choice to leave. Your voting did this. Stop insisting queer people deserve to suffer if you want us to stick around. Stop insisting you are better off without us then demanding we stay because you need us to save your kid.
oh you’re in a horror film/book and your phone died/has no bars? how boring. I think phones in horror SHOULD work. they should ding only to have the protagonist check and find nothing. they should get calls from somebody you don’t know but is still somehow in your contacts. google maps should lead you to one place, no matter what address you type in.
phones are such a big part of our daily lives, removing them from horror removes the horror from our experience. what if the horror felt like it could happen to you, right here, right now? what if it felt like it was already happening?
call 911 and something that is definitely not a person picks up.
call 911 and get an operator only for the call to become increasingly weirder and more sinister until you realize that whatever picked up is not there to help.
text messages from someone who’s dead. voicemails that sound like dead air until you turn the volume all the way up.
emergency alerts for weather that doesn’t happen on earth.
This used to be called Cyberpunk…
Cyberpunk is an entirely different genre. It might involve some horror, but it’s usually focused more on the scifi/urban fantasy angle, with cool technology and evil corporations. Snow Crash, Shadowrun and Blade Runner are all good examples.
I suspect part of why cyberpunk has fallen out of favor is that 40 years on, the real world now IS the capitalist surveillance state dystopia that cyberpunk predicted, and so it feels depressingly less sci fi and more grim realism.
Imagine a more twisted version of how landlines used to be used in horror films: it’s not inside the house anymore.
You get increasingly alarming texts and when you reply to tell them you’re blocking them, you hear the notification ping not even ten feet away from you. You think you’re safe, you think you’re hidden, you get a text that says “I see you. Look up”. Your friend has been replying to your messages all the time, reassuring you and telling you where to get to, to be safe, and you’re following their instructions and you get there and they’re there but they’re dead, they’re cold and you realise too late it’s a trap, just as your phone buzzes in your hand again and a single message [Welcome].
