Today would be a big one....
Bruce, the Secretary General of the United Nations of Earth, has spent centuries trying to protect, develop and unite humanity.
When a distinctly non-human arrival seems to offer a way to do this, once and for all, he wi...
The dream changed again. Parents, guardians, professors, lovers, new spouses, long forgotten nanobot averse relatives dead for centuries, surrounded by jubilant party guests, thrust their gifts forward, seemingly annoyed by the dreamers' collective inability to open the gift, cursing in ancestral languages long forgotten: Japanese, Thai, Khmer, Navajo, Basque, Portuguese, German, Yiddish and many more. Their descendants, having abandoned these tongues for the dominant language wherever they ended up after their grandparents fled the Heat were nonplussed and confused but distinctly sure that someone wasn't happy they weren't opening their gifts. They tried of course, but arms dissolved or fell off, ribbons sprung to terrifying life and strangled them, bound the gift or both. One dreamer reported being shot in the head by a distant uncle while his mom who died 232 years ago screamed at him "només cal obrir-lo" which a helpful symbiont informed him upon waking translates to "just fucking open it" from the Catalan he hadn't even remembered that she spoke and of which he had never learned so much as a single word.
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The 3T was cacophonous with interpretations. Millions of humans projected their long-suppressed mother wounds onto the event. Millions more worried that centuries of liberal (and, occasionally, less than liberal) eugenics, augmentation, genetic enhancement and nanotechnology had culminated in a species-wide insanity event. The UN, more specifically the WHO, noted this with interest, and a not inconsiderable amount of concern, however the WHO was only 3 people and they reported into the UN. The UN were only 6 people and they kind of had their hands full with the sky. The Martian Inter-Corporate Governance Committee and Shared Service Centre expressed concern regarding potential harm to productivity and customer wellbeing, however viewed it as largely outside of their remit and within the jurisdictions of the HR departments of individual companies. So, until sufficient resources could be made available to work out what was happening.
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The Secretary General and the ambassadors of the nations of Earth were projected, against all protocol, onto the beach in Antarctica, as NUNS was... unavailable. They watched some heat-adapted emperor penguins basking in the warmth of the hazy summer daylight, the sun nearly bursting through the overcast and the only rain a light drizzle, which was basically dry compared to the monsoons that had just passed, any ancestral memories of trudging through snow long since forgotten. You only got snow on Mars these days, and even there less often as the terraformation projects progressed. After a while they turned their collective gaze to the projection they were supposed to be contemplating.
