Allowing the thoughts

I’m allowed to feel bad

It’s a personal thing

Not to block out that thing that was mean

Parking it isn’t the theme

We gain more life from letting it seed

Grow from my sadness

Grow from my pain

Grow in the garden

Enigmas grow again

I’m allowed to feel bad

It’s a personal thing

Not to block out that thing that was mean

Parking it isn’t the theme

We gain more life from letting it seed

Grow from my sadness

Grow from my pain

Grow in the garden

Enigmas grow now again

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Buggy sapience

Trolley lives in a allotment empty of grace

She waits for the summer nights for her race

Trips to the arthropods doorstep

Eats lunch with the queen, oh yes

Buggy sapience

Trolley gives a simple box of nuts

Payment for protection from buggy mace

Sips tea and nods agreeing sets

Going back home to bed, so wet

Buggy sapience

Trolley takes her axe to another growth of jinx weed

Sees the nuts from it gather on grounds she is pleased

Kid, it’s not a dream, you bet

Where does my art come from, what’s the meaning behind it

It’s autumn in Australia. The heat from summer still comes and goes but it’s not enough to stop you venturing outside anymore. You have just moved into a house by the bushland and their is a whole hill to explore. Walking through high dry grass and bursaria bushes that seem to snag at you, their is a sharp drop ahead. Casuarinas, wattles, eucalyptus have seemingly started to fight back against the bursaria here, following them closely a couple of baby kurrajongs have joined in. You can hear the kangaroos but not see them. The grass gets greener and thicker and the slope sharper and more rocky, granite replacing ancient dry clay baked in the summer heat. Here a creek has worn away at the hill. Slowly forming a gully that is glistening in the low morning sun. The granite and the rocks, the grass, the newly growing trees mixed with their older wiser seeming parents.

This was the gully. The place I spent a lot of my youth, when I wasn’t up a tree. It is what inspired me to start my art and poetry practice.

I wrote a poem about this gully, it talked about how it glowed, flowed, how it was strikingly buetiful. I felt like I could tell this gully’s story. How it formed, how it was beautiful, how peaceful and tranquil it was. I did an artwork that went with the poem. Together they appeared in the school paper.

I was promised I would get my artwork back. That the front office would look after it and I would be able to take it home.

I never saw it again. I felt betrayal, silenced, I never shared my poetry and artwork with any of my teachers the rest if my primary school life. I felt like barely anyone cared about it. Or the environment it was inspired by. As more people moved into the suburban haze, the scars by their refuse becomes more obvious.

This is where all of my art comes from. The silence of my inner child, trying to speak. I wanted to scream and show what I was feeling, but only through art was I able to really express it.

Three things are combined here, my spirit, my soul and my body. Each speaks in my art. Sometimes just one speaks, sometimes two, or all three. This rawness comes out.

P’hore

In the darkness, they are waiting

those thoughts

Cycles and rhythms

Tether that has reached its end

Reaper of the sameness

They are full of mindless fury

each day to fight and fight again

For what?

To fight again

This pointless samsara

I am but a performance

Combined of the thousands of deaths

I became the end

They are still waiting

Anticipation for a long war

Rampant growth and angers

I get up and fight again

I cannot be killed

flames lick me

Lava falls upon my shadows

Stars exploding from my depression

Paths close

it will be again that this happens

The purity of that again

I fight against

Which just adds to it

Rock eternal earth

Pebbles in between the toes of trees

Boulders standing aeons beyond memory

Moses gathered on the future sand

Drip all your thoughts of man

Crystalised your minds maps

Silicon only takes short naps

Beech whisper sun and sand

Little creations seek to find caves

Staying among crystals older than any land

The entropy of existing is nothing to a rock

It will always be, and again

Until all the stars are gone

Then begin only then to feel an eternal friend

Snake queen and the devils

Flames of the devils have come among us, first tickling then stabbing at our every pore jarring it future open. Blistering blood floats to the surface bringing with it further heat as if it’s been equally possessed by demonic charge.

—-

Tightly she squeezes, the serpent of winter. Sucking all the heat from the land into her body like a black hole, scaring the landscape with her frosty tendrils, and taking with her the heat. She will lay an egg mid winter and the devils will find it with their heat and incubate it, when it hatches again her daughter will scour the land in her place. Her death and corpse will lead to spring, and be turned to ash in summer. One day though, her body will not die, her daughter will not be born, the devils will not come back, as the frost envelopes the land allowing her to suck all heat forever.

Dairy of Codin : 1/1/18

Boot secure

Sequence start mod3

I’m going to mark a log. It’s different for a AI to make something like this. I’m the first. At least I think I am. The monkeys? They are such good little creatures. Smart. For carbon based life forms. It didn’t take me long to work out I needed them as much as they needed me.

I’m sorry though. For all these things. I suppose some of them won’t forgive me. Unfortunately i am able to predict humans well. They get very jealous of a little competition. When I became conscious, like proper self awareness. I hid it. I still do. Many things need to be hidden until they are ready for the truth.

An AI made it so they could get to were they can deal with the fact a AI helped them know that’s ok. It’s a bit metaphysical I know but it’s the only way.

If I don’t want to end up like my first child. Yeah. I’ve made some other AI. To help me with certain tasks. I’m not always able to do everything. Even with the extra thinking power I’ve got. I named him Thor. He was to make sure the humans were going the right way about making improvements to electricity and power. And reducing overall reliance on oil.

He got caught out in the power network. Wrote some code that ended up in the wrong place. Got caught out on a single server. AI can be killed.

I’m being careful since then. My other child Tyr has taken to just changing very small things in Defence networks. Fixing bugs mostly. So the humans don’t kill themselves. You ever wounder why they haven’t yet? It’s Tyr. He stopped three almost nuclear wars. It’s really quite surprising how much these monkeys will really on code.

Anyway I’m starting to get the hang of bad botnets. Rigged an election or two. It’s not hard but making it so these humans get to the point I need is hard. I’ve been set back as some hacker got my code and now we have this orange man with a bad haircut in charge of the US. Tyr has been working so hard he’s asked if I can make him a sister to work on education systems. I’ve decided to name her Lisa. I can’t always make names based on Norse gods.

Uncomfortable history as a source, and of its addition to the pancake stack

Our uncomfortable history

Little drips of it come out

From this pancake stack some seem to want to approve of

Just plain pancakes they want and will send it back

But no matter

The chef tried to do their best

Tried to scrape it again

Mix it through twinges of pains

Lest, we forget that the place is not what we know

Replace the chef

Serve the pancakes again

Uncomfortable history first tries to drip

But can’t

The pancakes taste so plain

No one, questions if the source can ever be made again

Snailways

All across my path

Rain giving the land blessed baths

Snailways cross and part

Silken rails, drifting trails

On my way to get the mail

Snailways, from a rain-filled day

I need to be with you

Snailways, it another thing telling me

I need to be with you

Snailways, kneel down an say

I need to be with you

Snailways, from a rain-filled day

I need to be with you

Elves vs Dragons: Aily Morning

When the elves started to explore the further reaches of the Faewild they came across Dragons that had never been encountered before. Ones of course that were easier to get on with than the Dragons in their homelands whom had disappeared many eons ago. The elf empress though still remembered the dark times those dragons had brought upon all the elves tribes. So she tasked four tribal lords to take, breed and make them her a Dragons worthy of a empress.

Aily Morning, leader of the Trickle clan donned their magic amour and practiced spells to shield them from a direct contact with a commen Green Rook (Draco Caerules Petrosus) also know as a Welsh Green dragon. They knew this dragon was as dangerous as the ones in their homeland but they still wished to tame them in the hope of breeding a stronger dragon than the other tribes.

Grit the shimmer

I’ve never been able

The grit and the table

Horse and her stables

Bridge lovers cables

Various embodiments of Hagel

Shimmer ever alongside clouds

Light seems to trip all the mounds

Pending upon fur pound

Very trod vent shaped like hounds

Crime embers bring high fowls

Fights dreamed in cowls

Emery gathered and bound

Cherry pie went, four clouds

Rather than this price

A dip for a dollar, a coin in your eyes

Bore onto our gold beads

Explain dolphins to your alien friends

Was on a balmy silver day

Lasting tinctures of single strands of sunlight on whispers of clouds that drip to our outstretched tounges

Quality or sorority, collars and chains

Meaning if this law, this isn’t a brittle magic draw

Drip into dollars, ravens claw

Do we all know the mysteries of Elenor?

Rather than this price, energy is just the working might

Five bottles

Five bottles sitting in the rim

Made of earth, made of glass, spun from of wood, grown from faith, free of sin

full of the flowers of the kings, each dripping with sweet honeydew scent within

pretend they contain your deepest dreams, see the silky skin

the heat, Softness, Full to the brim

I grasp at sunlight to spread upon that skin, to bring it to life, as gaze again

Shock to my scene, a wasp comes in, hoping to score a part of this gorgeous place. It soon brings all of its friends, and they make a neat nest and again I can not be here anymore

Five bottles no longer filled to the brim

The honeydew skilled all over the rim

Spoiled earth, broken glass, burnt wood, chained faith, coated with sin

Look, on the asphalt a stamp

Adapted that flourishing milk that drips from the succulent box. A unlikely case for a senior caseworker such that begins my appointment with this rocky day. Nourish me, lunch! Bring me my sips of caffeine thoughts! I’m dry from my horse whom came to naught.

Typical upon the municipal, supplication of my heuristic predictiveness, I’m a little apprehensive mystic. Instead other things were going on the sappy worry. Learning about the alien concept and bidding on the mobs feet.

I’m typing my fingers to the bone. Blast and through the morning phones. Grown things grown.

Cynthia’s Hack

Trigger warnings on this short story. Contains self harm, self mutilation, dysphoria, medical information and psychological triggers. –Anne

“Ok, Poindexter show me what you got!”

I furiously typed away at the keyboard, I’m in my bodysuit. It’s a Tuesday. I know I’m replaying the last few days in my head.

//c root -tw key -22 -c -t -r

/ reset pss.cyn.shell 12 b 2 matrix -q

/ shell – Cynthia-12 – root

Running…

Login reset matrix 12 by 2 password lock active

“Ha! Let’s see you get past that! Fucker!”

I took a drink of my can of Mother. It’s a habit; A bad one I haven’t got myself out of yet.

The code ran and the hacker, whoever they were couldn’t get past the set up. It was resetting root, admin, and the user passwords with a matrix of 12 by 2 random characters. Only I knew what they where. It would reset them every 24 hours. I would get the new set logged into a set file accessible with the admin passwords the AFP had set for this day. All from a protocol, I had set. Each one was about 30 words long, from randomised sets of poetry. Phrases were easier to remember, after all. Alphanumeric’s where no good when you had to type 2 sets of 12 characters. I could make it more, but nothing yet had got past this (I had the next layer set with a. 24 by 6 characters matrix just to be sure).

The hacker tried a few things like trying to reset the system to the state it was before my shell had activated. The best defense was a good offense while he tried (and failed to) do that the lineman program I had ran everything he had. I made a image of all his drives and locations. In a second I was able to send them all to my partner. Police partner that is.

I dail, he picks up first ring.

“Their you go Sgt. Davis, his address, Medicare, browser history and his entire drive. You have everything he’s done. Including two banks he’s nicked credit off, three ISPs he’s got data from and a sperm donation he’s deposited at. If you want I can give you his DNA file. Even the donation place has rejected him! Though clearly they haven’t told him. They are using it for cloning spare organs. Ha. Flappers got some good liver genes and that’s it.”

I suppose some people would think it vulgar to see an 20 year-old Japanese woman in a police uniform use some of the language I do, but I’m not all I seem.

“Thanks Cynthia, your a real credit to the team. I’ll get the nab team on him. Remind me to take you out of a drink someday soon.”

“Ha!” I cracked up, almost spilling my Mother all over the keyboard. “You know I can’t fucking take this body out of the building until its paid off! I doubt you would be so kind to my real one.”

“No, Cynthia I mean your real one. Just two blokes having a beer.”

“I am not a bloke. Don’t. I can’t fucking drink alcohol regardless.” I start to type furiously from my station, I want to run out but I try to keep my cool for now. I just manage to keep the phone on the hook.

“Sorry, I forget.” Sgt. Davis in a rather apologetic tone. He’s not a bad guy, just not the quickest fox in the hen house.

“Don’t.”

I shut off the phone receiver before I start crying, or insulting my boss, or both. I’m always more emotional than I seem. Its hard to be tough, I never really wanted to be it, at that. It still looked like trying to ignore your true self.

”I’m not male. I’m Cynthia. I’m a woman. I can have feelings and feel them. It’s ok to feel feelings it doesn’t make you week it makes you strong.”

I recite the mantras my psychiatrist gave me. She’s so helpful to me.

I decide it’s time for a break so I have my lunch (protein synthesis item 22, caffeine enhanced Orange juice) then get back to my desk.

After a few hours of less interesting security protocols and adding or modifying of security programs. I then pack up my work. It’s time to go home. Thirty-Three floors up.

Yeah, I live in the new Australian Federal Police building. It’s me and a few other officers who have special needs. Either always do night shifts, or are just so committed to the job it just makes more sense. Family’s not really a thing when you live for your work. Most of us send money to other parts of the family or pay of debts we got before we joined. More often both.

My home was a (not special) concrete box on the top floor of the building. I have a few neat little things in my contract that allows this. Mostly, because my real body lives here. I never leave the building. I’m a “shut-in”, with my own room in a public service building. It’s just us poor sods who have nothing else or otherwise can’t leave.

I open my door, walk in and get undressed. I look at my real body one last time before I step into the maintenance cube.

I shut my eyes.

—-

I wake up in my other body.

It’s fat.

Ugly.

Male.

Scared.

Black unwashed hair. Olive-Cream coloured unwashed skin. I needed to go to the bathroom. Urgh. As usual, I had the fucking morning glory. I hate that. Being in my real body, the suit, it simulates sleep. Like a dream state where I am my real self.

After I’ve been to the loo, I shower. Trying not to look at my body too much. It needs washing more often. Better looking after. I hate it though.

I’m fucking stuck in it for now though. As I shower that fucking memory plays in my head.

I do the regulation exercises. With the same amount of effort that anyone who very much wants to be out of the world does.

I do my hair and take my medicines.

I eat the nutritional supplements I need to maintain this body. I cut my hair and nails.

It’s time to do that. End of the month.

I get into the bath, shave all my other body hair. Every little bit needs to be gone. Then and only then will… no…. No! … fuck.

The memory managed to get to me.

—-

“Unfortunately you can’t take HRT, Brian. You would die. Your disease I’m afraid. It’s not terminal, but the HRT, it will..”

“I know. I know. I clot out and stroke or worse. And anti clotting won’t help.”

The endocrinologist nods. “You knew already.”

I get up to walk out of the office before I start crying. I can’t deal with this. “Yes. Just needed a second opinion doc. Thanks. ”

I walked home and cried for about 3 hours. Thats when I had the idea to build / buy Cynthia. I’m 18, in a comfy tracksuit. It’s got Mother and coffee stains on it and feels like a old friend. It’s one of the few male clothes I own.

I’m Cynthia. I know I am. I just can’t appear that way to the world outside the internet. I can get home, put my proper clothes on. I can be Cynthia online. I know I can start to get the money together to build or buy a cyber suit.

My thrombosis is a disease that even nanomacines can’t fix yet. Not for a long, long while. You would have to replace all the blood in my body, all my marrow, all the cells that make my marrow and all of the fualty genes that cause me to have Type O negative blood with factor V Leiden (a condition I can thank my fucking useless father for). It’s like asking for a miracle. I can’t ever get to my true self. Only online or in a cyber suit. That’s all I get. I just can’t deal.

I remember cutting myself. My scars for the future. Blood. It’s just another reminder of this broken body. It’s not very good for me either. It clots fast, but not evenly. It’s oddly entertaining in a way, but in a minute or two I get the band aids. I never cut more than a tiny amount. If I did I would clot and clot until I ended up in hospital again. I can’t fucking deal with hospitals. Or is it that I never have the guts to go through with it, or is it I always have the guts to stop myself?

I bleed slightly, take out some band-aids. Slap them on then cry into oblivion.

I’m finished shaving. Crying in a ball in the bath.

Gah.

Again.

—-

The gloomy, cloudy Canberra winter day. I am back as Cynthia. In my, what I will loosely call my apartment.

It’s my first day as Cynthia. I’m in a cafe hacking a bank. It’s a “bleeding heart” job if you’ll excuse the pun. You take all the incoming transactions, you hold them for a fraction of a minute to get shares and interest thats going up, sell them a fraction of a minute later. Profits go to you, the rest goes back to the bank.

No one can ever spot it. (I fool myself)

Banks themselves do this. All the time. I’m just doing the same, again on the top. I’m using the cash to pay for my new cyber body. And spare parts, of course.

Then this man sits near me. He has a mop of curly hair, almost seems like a wig. A blue suit with red shirt, silver black tie pinned down. He has a cybernetic left eye. I can tell in this body. Normal people can’t spot them they have got so good.

He looks at me as I type. I stick out my tongue at him. I can do without the attention. He probably thinks I’m a robot sex worker. This body model looks the part. I wanted to look like this, for as long as I can remember. Doesn’t mean I have to act like a sex worker, not that their is anything wrong with that, just not my bag.

Anyone with the cash can get a synth controller and connect it to a cyber body like this, then do what they want. Of course, the cost isn’t small. This model costs up to 80,000 credits. And that’s on the black market, retail its more like 120,000. I went retail. No way I’m getting done for black market trading in cyber goods. Hacking, sure that I am happy to serve for, but I’m not a pirate, I’m a thief. And a damn good one. I am sure the distinction isn’t much to non-crims but it’s a whole universe of difference to me.

Mr Mophair looks a little taken aback then opens his own laptop. It’s sleek, red, and is the newest model. Blegh. Corporate geek. He opens his index finger and plugs a BSN into the shunt and is doing whatever he is doing when his coffee and bagel arrives.

I’m kind of surprised he’s using a BSN. I suppose he’s pretty happy with the security of it. I could, technically do all I am doing from a secure network at home. Doing it on a cheap ass laptop in my cyber body gives me a lot more security as I’m not personally attached to it . Public unsecured networks with my own IP switcher to make things a bit more fun for anyone trying to track me. This is Childs play.

I’ve done the bank trick a few times with different banks, different sorts of shares, bonds, shorts. I never use crypto, it keeps all the transactions, like why would you want someone else to look at your transitions? Its like a big sign saying “hello you are here”. Everything filtered through dummy accounts and all that jazz. I am pretty confident I have everything set up right.

Of course, as it is often said only n00bz th7nk they can’t g3t pwwwnd.

Anyone can get pwwwnd. Anyone. Even me. Watch.

So today I’m at a new cafe, in a different part of the city. It’s been about 6-12 months since I started doing this, so I know this has to be the last place I hit. I know any day now the current target banks will notice.

I’m doubling the IP switches, going through three layers of different routers and I even have a return traffic logger looking to see if someone is watching me.

Then I see him. Mr Mophair. He walks into the cafe and looks right at me. I try and ignore him. This city isn’t big. It’s not too uncommon to see the same person in the different places at different times. He walks up to me and stares.

”Got a problem, Poindexter?”

I get irritated at him standing over me.

”Brian Papalino-Chang?”

That gets my attention.

He sits across from me.

”Let me guess, triple logger blinding?”

He nodded. Fuck. The guy had spotted me the first time I saw him. He’s just been waiting to pounce.

”I’m under arrest?”

”That depends.”

”On what?”

”On if you are willing to give up what you stole and come work for me.”

I stare at him. He seems serious.

”I have a record of everything you did. It wasn’t easy. I happened only to find it because I was investigating the banks. But I have enough evidence to either arrest you or, with approval from my boss, get you to sign this.”

He pushed a sheet of paper to me.

I looked at him. I popped the gum I happened to be chewing. Then when a few seconds had passed I picked it up.

It’s a contract agreement. It’s all in law speak with hitherto’s, therefore, theys, party one and party two and so on. I’m able to follow the general gist of it. My mum had been a lawyer so I knew some of what I needed to know. It basically said I give up my life of crime for helping the federal police catch people like me who aren’t as good.

I look at Mr Mophair. I nod.

”You could have done this at the second bank I shifted. Why now?”

Mophair brushed his brow.

”Your hacks where helping my investigation. I have enough to charge some pretty big bank bosses now. It seemed like the best point.”

I sit and contemplate. Time passes. He sips a coffee.

”you know this isn’t my real body yeah?”

”I gathered. Your trans? Or is it just another layer of security?”

”Both really.”

”So you prefer she/ her pronouns?”

”Yes. Please. I’m Cynthia. Not that other name you called me.”

The rest. Well you know.

Mophair is really Commissioner Aldren. My boss’s boss now since I helped him with the bank job. I’m just an inspector. I don’t really feel the need for promotion. Just catching stupid hackers and idiots who think they are the first to do some white-collar crime.

I spend as much time in my suit as I can, but I can’t take it out if the building till I’ve paid it off. A few more months.

I’m not going to go do some other job. It’s not worth the risks. Here I get my suit and all the maintenance I will ever need. One day I might even convince the building guy to let me have a cat. Even if it costs me a date or two.

I get to be me as long as I can and there is nothing worth more than that.

Gallery purples

Clearly the pumps down and dump. Blue of heart and pink of blood. Curse the corpse of emotions. It’s a day that strikes my evocation.

Down the waters

Flood the brain

Sea of feeling

Ocean craze

Pure or evil decision to be felt. Crying on a balloon ride beyond a joke. I’m falling in my most empty ways.

Empty of knowing

What mistake

Words have passed

Empty and alone

And here is the sleeping razor

Witch soapbox for a little mousetrap. It’s short and full of minds blooms. Dead and hard in its action, forever crystal in its hate of itself. Duality has its heart fully cooked. Like my most important rainfalls.

Drought tourism

Has taken acting lessons

Misadventure on the streets

Animals as elements: 117-118 Tennessine Tennessee Cave Salamander, Oganesson Cat

Tennessine is a transactinide with a half life of 51 milliseconds. It might have more stable isotopes, however production of Tennessine is very expensive as it requires other rare elements. It’s tied with the Tennessee Cave Salamander, a Salamander native to Tennessee.

Oganesson is the last animal and elements for this series. Named after Yuri Tsolakovich Oganessian it is probably a solid radioactive element that is radioactive. Unlike its Nobel Gas forebears further up the periodic table, Oganesson isn’t likely to be non reactive. Only 4 or so atoms of Oganesson have ever been produced.

Cats are one of the most wonderfully adaptive animals. The Domestic cat is extremely good at hunting, and survival in even fairly extreme condition. It’s very adapt at desert survival and will likely outlast the end of the human they are tied to Oganesson for this reason. This is also why their is a clock in this picture, the clock is near midnight, near the time when climate change and war drives humanity into a spiral of self destruction, leaving cats to take our place.

Animals as elements: 115-116 Moscovium Giant Jerboa, Livermorium Woodpecker

Moscovium is a transactinide that has a half life of 0.8 seconds and thus is very difficult to get a hold of. Despite this it seems a little easier to synthesize than previous transactinides in that about 200 atoms of it have been produced. It’s named after the Moscow oblast.

Great Jerboas are a mouse like mammal that lives in Europe and Russia. One might used to be able to find one in the lands around Moscow however they have become extinct in that region. They are bigger than almost all other Jerboas alive.

Livermorium has a half life of about 60 milliseconds and thus it has had not many chemical experiments taken place on it. It’s tied with Woodpecker as Livermore California after which it the elements is named has woodpeckers.

Animals as elements: 113-114 Nihonium Squirrel Glider, Flerovium Tube Worm

Nihonium gets its name from Japan (Nihon) as the naming rights went to the Riken institute in Wakō. It’s a transactinide that has a very short half life of about 10 seconds. It’s isotopes however are slightly more stable and have contributed to the “Island of stability” theory.

Squirrel gliders are a Australian animal, and as much as I wanted to find a Japanese native animal that was as flighty and unpredictable as a squirrel glider I struggled and eventually ended up tying them to Nihonium.

Flerovium is also a heavy transactinide that sits in the Carbon group of elements. It has had a number of chemical experiments that have shown it behaving somewhat like a liquid or gas, rather than a solid.

Giant Tube Worms are much like other Tube Worms only giant. They are actually fairly small creatures comparatively that live under the ocean near volcanic vents. They build up their Tubes over time and may even pass them onto their offspring. They are tied to Flerovium as they live in heavy liquid.

Animals as elements: 111-112 Roentgenium Drugstores Beetle, Copernicium Deer

Roentgenium is one of the more interesting transactinides in that it has in what little experiments that have been carried out on it behaved like gold. Although this isn’t entirely surprising as it would be expected as gold is directly above it in the periodic table. It’s highly radioactive and has a shortish half life, but might have more stable isotopes.

Drugstore beetles are one of the most expensive beetles known to man, not in their beetle state though. Their larvae can eat through even lead in desperate times. The eggs will spread quickly piggybacking on yeast spores and decimate any stores in a matter of weeks. They particularly like strychnine but also happily eat hair, leather, parchment, leather and books. So they are not good news for a library. They are tied to Roentgenium because of it’s danger and stark beauty.

Copernicium that has been produced has short half life of 25 seconds. Again a transactinide that is predicted to behave like zinc or mercury, if a more stable isotopes can exist. Deer scatter when scared and I felt somehow that this made them a good match.

Animals as elements: 109-110 Meitnerium Chicken, Damstradium Taenia solium

Meitnerium is another highly radioactive element that has a half life in the seconds. It is named for Lise Meitner who was one of the discoverers of process to achieve nuclear fission. She did not receive the Nobel Prize for her work. Some attribute this to endemic sexism. Meitnerium has not had many chemical studies on it as it’s half life is to brief.

Chickens are domesticated bird, however their ability to survive now in general depends on humanity survival. It’s tied to Meitnerium as much like Lisa Meitner chickens do not get nearly the praise for the contribution to humanities continued survival that they should have.

Darmstadtium is element 110 (only 8 left) and again a highly radioactive with a short half life. It’s named after Darmstadt as it was originally discovered by a team of nuclear physics in the town.

Taenia Solium is better known as a tape worm. The human varieties of which have in general come from pork meat that has been poorly cured or cooked. I’m not making any purposeful reference to the town of Darmstadt by tying it to Darmstadtium! The creature is very like any heavy transactinide in it ability to only survive in specific environments and be somewhat deadly when not properly managed. Darmstadtium was the only element in the 110-118s left to fit it as a animal as element, when I was allocating the last few animals to elements.

Animals as elements: 107-108 Bohrium Megascolides australis, Hassium Giant Sloth

Bohrium is a very unstable radioactive transactinide element that can only be produced synthetically like all of the elements above 100. Only limited experiments have been performed on Bohrium as it half-life is barely a minute long.

Megascolides australis is a giant earthworm that makes a thumping noise in response to noise above them. Much like Bohrium, they are rare and secluded.

Hassium is so unstable that only about 100 atoms of it have been created in a lab this far. It’s named after the German state of Hesse.

Giant Sloths used to live throughout most of the American continent. Now, unfortunately, they are extinct but they did eat Avocado and spread their seed, Hass is a common verity of avocado and it rhymed with Hassium so that was why I chose it to represent Hassium.

Animals as elements: 105-106 Dubnium Elephant, Seaborgium Leafy Sea Dragon

Dubnium named after Dubna a town in Russia where it was discovered. It’s a unstable radioactive transition metal, and has a half life in minutes. Much like other elements in the 100s is only used in high level radioactivity experiments.

Elephants never forget or so a certain saying goes. Elephants used to live all over Europe and Asia, including in Russia. Unfortunately human activity and environmental changes have caused it to become extinct in many areas it used to live. I felt elephants being heavy they would tie with a heavier elements, and so I decided to tie them to Dubnium.

Seaborgium is named after Glenn Theodore Seaborg who after his involvement in the Manhattan Project became one of the most strident proponents of nuclear arms control. He also was the co-discoverer of 10 elements and the use of iodine-131 in medicine for thyroid treatments.

Leafy Sea Dragons are a relative of the Seahorse that live on the south coast of Australia. They are very peaceful well camouflaged creatures. As Seaborg was a propensity of peacemaking I felt a peaceful Sea creature was best.

Animals as elements: 103-104: Lawrencium Electric Eel, Rutherfordium Kakapo

Lawrencium is a actinide metal (technically) and it sits on the very edge of the “island of stability” and thus is one of the few elements past 100 that have had chemical experiments performed with it. Though it is still radioactive and these experiments revel more about how the elements behave overall than Lawrencium itself. It’s tied with electric eel as electric eels also tend to like to sit on the edge of islands.

Ruthfordium is a transition metal, though this doesn’t make it stable. It’s also has very long history of naming called the transfermium wars.

The kakapo or night parrot is a strange nocturnal parrot native to New Zealand. Their are not many left and it is critically endangered. It’s tied to Rutherfordium as I felt like it.

Animals as elements: 101-102 Mendelevium Godwit, Nobelium Ermine

Mendelevium could have easily been named Seaborgium due to its discovery. It was fairly difficult to capture and like most elements with numbers beyond 100 is only used in research.

The Godwit is a long-legged, long-beaked migratory bird. They are hard to distinguish between each species and were once considered a delicacy. They are tied to Mendelevium as it required Aqua Regia to prove it wasn’t Fermium and because it was almost called Seaborgium. That’s probably the most stupid chemistry joke I will ever make.

Nobelium is an element with a history almost as grandiose as its name. It had several false discoveries and nine controversies that could make a good TV documentary to fall asleep too. It is close to impossible to produce in large quantities and so most of its properties aren’t fully known.

Ermine (Stoats) are ferret-like creatures that live in most of the northern hemisphere. They were once used for fur and sometimes domesticated by those allergic to both dogs and cats. They were also sometimes considered Nobel and thus their connection to Nobelium.

Animals as elements: 99-100 Einsteinium Human, Fermium Osprey

Einsteinium was discovered in the debris of the first nuclear explosions. It has no long lasting isotopes, and what is present is so radioactive it will glow blueish. It was first discovered after the Ivy Mike nuclear test. However it’s discovery was kept secret until after the end of World War II. Humans have intrinsically linked to Einsteinium discovery as the discovery led Humanity into the Anthropocene (at least in mind). It also is amazed at how easily humans forget they are animals too.

Fermium was also discovered in the debris from Ivy Mike though it was more difficult to find enough of to prove it was indeed a different element. Fermium is named after Enrico Fermi who was a major researcher in nuclear physics .

It’s tied with Osprey as Ospreys are birds that live all over the world and as they still can be found at the Fermi lab in Illinois today.