u/Fit-Bet1930

Human interaction, comedic purposes, social skills, curiosity, etc…

Not who was the first to ask them, but who was the first to be cognitively aware of them and document them in history?

Seems like a pretty cool guy. What’s his origin story?

No really. Is it cosmetic? Psychological comfort? Artistic? A weapon? Horror prop? Focus toy to squeeze and make funny noises? Is it for the funny or the serious?

Seriously. What is it for? Who is it working for? What is its intentions? What does it want? Who does it want? Why does it want? How does it want? What evils lie beneath its eyes and the endless skies it sees in the reflection of an ever evolving oceanic surface…guess I’ll waddle away.

Waddle waddle.

An engineer who tinkers and fixes broken lightsabers for the Platinum Republic idolizes the new Jedi order. They’ve grown organically and are wiser and stronger under the vision of Luke, and Leia’s the Galactic President at a ripe age of 56 for her second (and last) term in the Platinum Republic’s balanced democracy. It’s not perfect with Congress, Starlight Judges, and a revolutionary Citizen Audit Branch, but it held decently for the last 6 years. It was a scramble and experimental process to form a democracy after decades of tyrannical empire rule, and many citizens were still skeptical of the Jedi order. Many compromises and harsh debates were iterated to where the Jedi are no longer part of any politics. They’re a peacekeeping force and an ace for insightful and effective leadership in the Platinum Republic’s Department of Defense. Luke has refined the rules so that people of any age can join and learn, and can leave whenever they desire. He knows that getting more numbers is everything, and it can’t have the mystical connotation it had before to get people on board.

This feeble and quiet engineer, Viktor, read history books on the centuries of war between the Sith and Jedi, and the schemes of Darth Sidious and the powerful Darth Vader, who turned on Palpatine to save his son, Luke. Oh, so poetic. Viktor’s actually quite a passionate and funny guy, but anytime he posts on Galatic Forums he gets lynched for his ideas. “Hmmm. Some refining will have to do,” he thought. He’s gushy and sensitive, even. He also takes an interest in midichlorian studies in his free time after work. He has a fine collection of lightsabers, and some cool new color variants from clients catch his eye now and then.

One day, he’s exploring the midichlorians under a microscope with one of those new force lattice structure crystals that his client gifted to him for fixing a lightsaber that accidentally turned on at the witching hour and nearly cut off their torso. Such crystal amplifies the optics of refraction to see even smaller organisms. “A crafty invention,” he thought.

But, to his horror, some mycelium, virus 🦠, or other tiny pathogen (it was blurry and he couldn’t tell) was eating away very slowly at the midichlorians. Was it multiplying? Did he cause it? Where did it come from? Where will it go? How fast will it spread? Can it infect?

He began sweating profusely. No one was around. It was “Mother Tenzin” hour, or whatever the kids say. Could it be a new ghastly method of corruption by a hidden sith? He frantically posted about it on some forums, but with his anal reputation, he keeps being called a quack and crazy for another dumb theory.

He’s read history books about Bane, Plagueis, Maul, Palpatine, Dooku, and Vader. There are more, but he’s more into the Jedi than Sith since the latter gets too nasty for him. He knows how deep the order 66 chip plan was with the clone troopers. But this is something he’s never heard of before. The midichlorians are everywhere, and an infectious apocalypse can destroy the universe. No time to waste. He has a Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Platinum Republic, a smelly towel, and some Galactic Junk Food. “Don’t Panic,” he thought. Could he be the new protagonist? The new hero in the stories he’s read about? He’s a loner. What could he do? “I’ll ask around for a ride to the Platinum Republic,” he thought…

[To be continued]

How do you like them apples? I tried my best to do something original and establish political world-building that isn’t a rehash of the original trilogy, yet has the political depth of the prequels. Maybe there could be a woke lesbian couple that he encounters and hitches a ride, and they have model 42 of the infamous Millennium Falcon. “Any thoughts or discussion?” he thought. I’ll leave this idea be for now. Just a fun thought experiment…unless?

I had a colonoscopy a month or two ago and found out I was in endoscopic remission. And I’ve had a breakthrough in my mental health recently and found people that love me and accept me as friends or even more :o). It’s possible! I’m still on dual medication with Rinvoq and Yesintek, and if I end up being successful in leadership somewhere I may donate to autoimmune/IBD research. I was so depressed and anxious a year ago, but it just took time and I feel so happy and appreciative that I can just walk in a cafe, restaurant, or bar and get something I never tried before. I enjoyed the delicacy of a cream of chicken soup recently. Normal people take the soothing taste of masterfully crafted recipes for granted. I think eating bland food for 1+ years gave me a spice greater than hunger.

My main cope was writing when I was in and out of the hospital or dealing with family or even nurses that didn’t understand what I was going through. Whether it was gaslighting or just ignorance, it doesn’t matter anymore. I have a network of people I belong to who understand me. I feel so loved and so happy, but I’m still realistically positive and think logically like most STEM people. I just wanted to post this because it’s possible to escape this black hole and come out the other side as a beautiful swan :o).

He wasn’t supposed to do that…