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Policy paradigm shift proposal : Aka : Project Polly parrot
a "How to fix everything" kind of article...
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Startup Idea : New paradigm publishing STEAMFUNK BOOK DEAL NEGOTIATION: OFFICIAL (TOTALLY LEGAL) PRE-COMMISSION CONTRACT
SELLER (ME, THE ARTISTE): * Possessor of "The Greatest Steamfunk Epic Never Written (Yet)" * Willing to part with potential masterpiece for the right price (emotional or financial) * Retains all rights, copyrights, and cosmic bragging rights * Offers exclusive NFT of gratitude (non-fungible, non-refundable, non-sensible) BUYER (YOU, THE LUCKY PATRON): * Gains
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Business Plan and Netflix pitch all in one : "The Truman Show 2.0 Dictator Edition"
Why waste billions on real politics when you can monetize the farce?
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Startup Idea : Solutions Tourism
Just think of the potential of a certain type of location.
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Steamfunk Heist movie : The book of forbidden punchlines
(New Babylon’s elite High Collar Tribunal guards its most dangerous relic—the Book of Forbidden Punchlines, a human-leather-bound tome rumored to contain jokes so blasphemous, they unravel the listener’s sanity. And tonight? Zeke and Lady Luxury are stealing it.) ACT 1: THE SETUP (A smoky backroom of The
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Steamfunk Onesy : The clockwork gambit
Setting: The Iron Manticore, Zeke and Sera’s rust-bucket of a spaceship, drifts in the debris-strewn orbit of New Carthage, a steampunk pleasure-den built inside the hollowed-out carcass of a dead cosmic leviathan. The ship’s brass pipes wheeze, the coal-fed plasma reactor sputters, and the duo’s latest "
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Steamfunk comedy session : Zeke and Lady Luxury's night of chaos
(A dim-lit parlor in New Babylon, where gaslamps flicker with violet-hued alchemical flames. The air hums with the whir of automatons serving absinthe-laced sparkwine. Zeke, a rogue tinker with a steam-powered arm, lounges on a velvet chaise beside Lady Luxury, a sharp-tongued aristocrat with a penchant for trouble. On stage,
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Steamfunk Salvation chapter 3 : The divine equation
ACT I: THE NUMBERS THAT BREATHE The smog over New Memphis had cleared, but the rot ran deeper than air. Zeke Thunderbolt sat cross-legged in his brass-plated loft, surrounded by humming quantum abacuses and steam-driven calculation engines. The numbers moved now—not in straight lines, but in spirals, in threes.
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Steamfunk Salvation chapter 2 : Brass and Blood
The air in New Memphis was thick with coal smoke and lies. Ezekiel "Zeke" Thunderbolt adjusted his pressure-gauge monocle, watching the ticker-tape scroll across the brass-plated wall of the Federal Reserve. The numbers were pure fiction—inflated profits, phantom investments, entire industries that existed only in the fever
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Steamfunk Salvation chapter 1 : Salvation
The neon glow of New Memphis flickered through the smog-choked skyline, casting jagged shadows across the chrome-plated towers of the Financial District. Inside the tallest spire, Ezekiel "Zeke" Thunderbolt—cybernetically enhanced accountant-turned-revolutionary—leaned back in his hover-chair, fingers dancing across a holographic ledger. The numbers twisted and warped
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Steal my franchise please...
So... It's simple. (And even my 3 favourite AI's agree) Here's the core. Combine three modes of thinking by alternation and all will be well. Analog / Emotional Binary / analytical Tertiary/ movement and you will make time, control it, and be controlled by it at
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Fantasy Fridays : The kingdom of rust's big bang ...
So ... Since the insane people are building their holographic illusionary world they've dreamed of so much they're actually making it, in the hope they can control it... (yeah, that'll work out :) )