This is my first attempt to use Das 3D based in a Universe as I imagine it to be.
Two Character Melissa and her Mentor, not Mistress Xelda. The time is set in a far future, on another planet, in a Star System and different Star Cluster than earth on the other side of the Universe. There are First-Lifers, who are natural born human, which Melissa is, and there are half-Lifers who are human or First-Lifers who have lost their bodies, mainly because they have either donated their bodies to their community for food, or their number has come up in their Region lottery. Both men and women are subject to the Lottery until age 30.
Many though let their minds and sensors be preserved using Life-Support Formulas, so their heads can be collected by their community for decorations and of cause to be used as masturbation sex toys, by donating their bodies for meat.
After spending a period of time as decorations and\or being used as Sex Toys, their heads are grafted onto Prosthetic bodies, which are Bio-netic or partly Synthetic. This process is not permanent. They can will their head to detach by commanding the connective tissue in the neck closest to the body to detach. The sight and sound can be rather disturbing until the separation is complete, but it is usually bloodless.
(I will go into greater detail about the process explain how the head can remain conscious and fully connected to the body even though it is detached, and maybe even on another planet on the other side of the Universe. That’s right readers I have not finished baking your noodle yet. In fact, wait until I tell you who your answers are if your character lives in this imagined Universe.)
These people are called half-lifers. After several years, and in rare cases as soon as your body is harvested, and becomes Meat, a Half-lifer, and in the case of those latter rare first-lifers, can become a Second-Lifers. The body of a Second Lifer is far more complex or advanced and more in line with the rest of humanity spread out across the Universe. As a half lifer you begin to be taught by your Mentor that the sun doesn’t in fact, revolve around the Earth, (Well actually first-lifers are never taught that.) First-lifers are much like the late 19th century, 20th century up until late 21st century early 22nd Century humans on old Tera. The existence of Aliens or that their distant ancestors came from a planet on the other side of the Universe is nothing but Science-Fiction.
The reason for this is to allow the First-Lifers to live as their ancient Ancestors did, with one exception. On this World Cannibalism replaces war. People still hunt Volunteers or people whose numbers have come up in the lottery for Sport. Also, you can participate in small battles. or in Cosplay Snuff Games, consisting of whatever you can imagine. Costume Superheros and Villains just as an example. Not every Villain is a Predator, and Not every Superhero is Prey. Any weapons used will only stun the prey. It is considered bad form and in some places Taboo to spoil the meat. As long as the Prey consents or at the very least acquiesce, again it is considered very, very Bad Form and in some places Taboo to use anyone who’s number has come up in the Lottery who has not at the very least Acquiesced, in Cosplay or hunting.
Some hunters like the fact that their prey can fight back. Some hunters have died, and their meat taken in place of their preys. The Prey is then given a reprieve if they can kill their hunter, or hunters. This type of hunting and Cosplay only happens among First-Lifers. It is not uncommon for a man and woman, two, women or two men to be chosen as prey and end up in a life-long friendship, or something much closer and intimate in the way of a relationship. To the Victor goes the spoils. The hunter’s assets belong to the prey if they win and vice-versa, though in the latter the prey often has much less in the way of assets. Some people let themselves be snuffed so debtor cannot touch their assets, because their assets now belong to a completely different person. It’s all a game. Debtors can right off any debts as bad debt.
Half-Lifers and second-Lifers live among First-Lifers, but only in secret, and only after changing their identities. They are discouraged from participating in First-life Snuff Fantasies, pastimes, activities, and they don’t interfere with the corruption in the different Regions Lottery systems. Those who are corrupt often end up in a virtual purgatory. A self-contained Matrix, where hell is the fact that everything that happens, happens only according to your own expectations. Everything goes your way or goes against you, according to your own expectations of the world around you, and you are the only real mind in your own simulated existence. Everyone around you acts exactly the way, you expect them to, treating you with deference or hostility according to your own expectations. To a person trapped in this virtual reality everything is perfectly real, and as you expect it to be. It is the Perfect megalomaniacs and sociopath’s paradise, where anything good and bad that can happen will happen according to your very own expectations. These people will never know any life beyond their perpetual virtual first life. (If you want to know more about how these purgatory works, how it is powered and where it is located etc on each world I can write what I imagine in a later post.)
They are not allowed to reveal to any First-lifer who they were, especially anyone from their former First-Lifers, Life. They would be shipped of world if they did try or if it was assessed that they would try to reveal who they were in their first life. They can make contact with people they use to know, even form friendships, but they cannot reveal who they use to be, or what they know about their world or the universe at large. Their bodies are indistinguishable from first-lifers except under a very powerful electron microscope, or by performing cell tests or if you try to cook and eat their bodies, especially a half-life body. If you are under 30 years of age and your lottery number comes up or you volunteer, when you became a half-life, your minimum age becomes 30-year-old. This puts the half-lifer and second-lifer out of the reach of the lottery.
There are some private collectors like Xelda, who befriend first-lifers like Melissa. Xelda can’t stop a first-lifer from being chosen in their region Lottery to become meat, but after the age of 30 years they can begin to Mentor them. A Second-life can begin to take a First-lifer into their confidence, only after that first-lifer has committed to a full relationship with his or her Second-lifer. Because Second-Lifers are so long lived, some being around since before the planet was even inhabitable, or the Star System even existed, a relationship with a second lifer usually means, marrying into a family of Second lifers, where every man is a husband to every woman and every woman is a wife to every man.
The Men usually refer to each other as brothers and the women usually refer to each other as sisters, but other more derogatory terms are also used, in fun of cause. There is always a Hierarchy, and each member has a primary spouse, not necessarily of the opposite gender. There is also a Matriarch and/or Patriarch, who are not necessarily the oldest members. The older the husband or Wife the more likely they will be off world for months or years exploring, or performing duties as citizens of a greater Universe.
Spouses can share their own personal memories, so these traveling spouses often bring home gifts of their own personal experiences as they explore the universe. It is during this sharing that these spouses are carefully prepared by their husbands and wives and eaten as they share with their family their full intimate experiences, and select morsel of other experiences and memories, to tantalize the mental tastebuds of their other spouses, usually in the form of bursts of sensory immersion, leaving the voyeur, in the family wanting.
This always generates very interest bedtime activities, as some members of the family try to apply the intermit loving sensual version of advanced interrogation on their not forthcoming spouses. All fun, “Look what I know and you don’t ha, ha, you can’t make me tell, yeah you little shit, fuck me harder, come on I can barely feel that.” And because it is always fun to make up afterwards. You can’t really make up after, or beg forgiveness, especially after being brutal or sadistic to a consenting partner, especially after they get new bodies. If you haven’t done anything that might need forgiving, payback is never really that sweet.
Another Batch of Renders made through Daz 3D Studio Pro …
Another Batch of Renders made through Daz 3D Studio Pro …
Yet Another Batch of Renders made through Daz 3D Studio Pro …
Last Batch of Renders made through Daz 3D Studio Pro … so far
Cannibalism is the crudest, but by far the tastiest form of matter conversion in a universe, where taring something down to it’s sub-atomic particles, and reordering those particles, into something else is just a basic part of everyday life throughout the Universe.
That is the new opening line, and premise in a series of thoughts, or short stories, I hope others, and of cause your truly will write, and partially animate as our skills allow in the “As “I” Imagine it …” (with “I” being synonymous and interchangeable with “we”,) Series. If you’re not up to writing, hey cool I am barley up to the task of writing myself. Not a novel anyway, … yet, … hmm maybe with a bit of practice, … ok a lot of practice. So Come or , … cum, (“oh how rude”) one and all, and offer some tasty morsels of thought, a name here, a gender there, garnished with a description of the flowing silky length and colour of hair, or a fine Sirloin Steak of personality, fed over its life on a steady diet of thoughts, that lead to words, and actions, seasoned with the tangy and bitter fruits of triumph and/or tragedy, to be served as the main ingredient of your favourite main course in The Universe, on a bed of imagination, of things that may already be.
@alex_shepard Renders look good! 🙂 only thing I would change, you should apply the nipple morph to the actors. Just select the actor, and go to Shaping -> Chest -> Nipples 🙂 They look a bit flat now 🙂 I haven’t had time to read your story though but I promise I will 🙂
P.M. your thoughts and/or right then here thanks Razer.
doh, them not then 😀
alex please reply to my pm.
Hey george, I have sent a PM to you. Sorry for taking so long to respond. I have been looking for someone to respond, to see what direction to explore. The universe is a very large place, which is a very large understatement to be sure. 🙂
How are experiences, experienced? One hundred years to the day, the 15th October 2019, is there anyone who was born on or before the 15th Octtober, 1919, who is alive today?
One hundred years ago, the predominant light sources were still candles and lanterns. Forms of media, was limited to written and spoken words, radios were extremely new. Theatres, both picture and broardway, pubs and clubs, easily accessible to a limited few.
Communication, and travel of more than a few hundred kilometres or miles as distance was measured back then, globally, was the most, many would travel in their lifetime, for another 2 to 3 decades. The uniform experiences that millions of people living with thousands of miles between them, can immerse their senses in at any one moment today, was not even a fantasy one hundred years ago.
The human race on this world is not a mistake, nor are we alone in the universe. If so much can change in just one hundred years, which direction in the galaxy, would you like to travel, if death was a learning experience, and to die for the first time, was you waking up?
Row, row, row the boat, gently down the stream, marily, marily, marily, marily, life is but a dream. Are you marily rowing your boat gently down the stream that is your life. When your stream reaches the cliff and pours over the edge one last time, one last waterfall, will it flow into a river, or directly into the ocean?
Will there be anyone there to say, Wake Up, or will you only be able to with there was not?
Did you have a good first life? In what state did you leave the world in? Was it in better shape, when you left, then when you arrived. You might not have had the influence to help the world, but did you try to positively influence the small corner that was your world?
Pascals wager, if their is not a God, and you believe there is not a God, then you win. If their is not a God and you believe, there is a God, then you win, but if there is a God and you believe there is not a God, … then you lose. How far do you think you will get in a Universe, where there is no God, and there are trillions who came before you, who know more about that universe, than you may ever learn in a thousand, thousand, thousand lifetimes? Don’t be scared of the future, get ready for it, and help others to do the same.
The future is going to come with or without your censure or blessing. The human race has always been able to advance as individuals working together towards a common goal, especailly when as individual, they exercise there collective consensus, and actively censure individuals, and groups, who try to subvert the majority, of individual collective consensus, to one individual or groups will, purpose, desire, mandate.
Don’t be afraid to be an individual, contributing positively to humanities future on this world. How many who are alive today, will be alive, in one hundred years? We can perceive, what could be, one hundred years from now, what people who live one hundred ago, could not have even dreamed. I look forward to seeing you all in the future, we write. Where we will experience both the good and the bad. Where drinking to much honey can kill you just as easily as drinking to much vinegar. Of cause, dying from drinking to much honey, will be a much more pleasant way to go. Until the next time we meet, live thoughtfully, Die well.
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