Alienated sci
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I was playing around with a sunset photo I had taken, when I got the idea for a planet similar to Earth, populated with humanoid type creatures who find something to grumble about regardless of the situation. Their conversation might go something like: I can’t believe it Zhrikplatth, that’s the third time this Dasnuba that the skyhop has been late. Keep your veins in, Krryp, at least we can enjoy another methane sunset while we wait.
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the team of scientists frantically search for the remains of the ufo, which was seen striking the water in a fairly shallow ocean trench.
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this image started life as a pencil sketch and evolved from there. The Double-mouthed sailtail generously tows his companion, Blockhead, across the Atlip desert. Blockhead shields Gorff from the watchful eye of the ever hungry Zylap. Their trusty, but aging pumpkin droid, brings up the rear.
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Swisher did not agree with the council and ignoring their findings, decided to free the Crozog and her cub. After all, what harm could there really be. Old Whisper face in the council probably made up most of what he had heard anyway… I was playing with pencil concept sketches of vistas monsters and high speed movement, when this image took shape. I loved “Flip McCoy the Rocket boy”, as a child and Swisher was inspired by my early memories of this boy with a rocket belt.
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“Yeeehaaa,” roared Jim. His face creased with laughter and he felt somewhat light-headed, even with the benefit of a pressure suit. He turned to Frankie at his side. “Woah! That dive gets me every time.” “Me too,” chortled Frankie, “although it’s the first time we’‘ve done it with invisibility off.” Frankie gently tweaked the single control column, levelling the, “Frisbee” over the Yarra. “What we are doing will change Earth for ever, Jim.” said Frankie grimly. All traces of the euphoria they had both felt at the end of the swoop, had evaporated like the fog over the Yarra. “Someone had to do it”, replied Jim softly. His eyes betraying a sadness, at odds with his clipped comment. They dipped lower and slowed, drifting silently forward about 100 metres above the dark waters, reflected like some giant metallic Krispy Kreme. They needed to be as visible as possible to the morning crowds. The time for pretending, misinformation and outright lies, was over. No-one could stop them now. Ever since the days of the USAF’s infamous “Project Blue Book”, cover up. There had been a small group of dissenters, effectively silenced, through means both fair and fowl. After secret and careful preparation, their time had come. They had finally decided to risk all and act. Frankie tweaked the controls and then let the craft settle into its auto landing function. They touched down near to the harbour entrance and within minutes, helicopters and fighter aircraft from the Australian Air force were buzzing overhead, like angry gnats ahead of a summer storm. The nervous and expectant crowds lined every vantage point and cameras, both official and private clicked and whirred away – capturing and sending information at light speed around the globe. The ramp lowered and the crowds hushed as the men walked slowly and deliberately down and towards the awaiting media. Jim grinned again, exposing row after row of very tiny, but very sharp teeth…
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Prince Rattus the important, returns to the old city to collect taxes from the citizens. Riding the dinosauric Munchasaur, he knew he would meet little resistance.
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This Alien visited our Earth a few weeks back, i saw it land in a cylinder shape craft, and it came out and was wandering the woods, it nearly saw me taking this photo, I took this shot and slowly walked backwards and then got the hell out of there, as I could hear more walking my way.
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From my own painting, now in exhibition in Gainsborough, UK
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The plan worked to perfection, “Bree”hemoth, unleashed his pneumatically assisted whipper arm and plucked Zola from the air. The shock on Zola’s body was immense, his eyes bulged and his sausage roll super thrusters, deprived of much needed airflow, whined in protest. He was fast losing consciousness. The red world blurred and greyed at the edges and all sound receded in a rapidly closing mental fog. The “Bree”hemoth opened its jaws in delight and cast victorious glance down at Zola, no more would these free flyer, cliff-dwellers, disrupt operations at the hill. His last thought was a brief concern as to the whereabouts of Zola’s partner, Gorgon. The distraction had worked, The excitement registered by the Breehemoth, had momentarily diverted power from its dome shield and Gorgon punched through the soft tissue, his internal processors and deft pink fingers worked at light speed, to sever and remove the “Bree”hemoth’s core controller –its brain. Zola dropped from lifeless fingers, his motors roared into life on auto pilot and took him up to a safe altitude, where he came round to see Gorgon next to him. Gorgon and Zola roared off into the red sky with cheesy grins plastered over their faces.
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Green is always hottest
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“Phew! Thank goodness I caught up with you; I thought I’d missed the mail run.” / Akkermesh grinned with relief, as he skilfully flipped his letters into the snail box. Another gentrime, would have been too long to wait for the return trip. “You are lucky slurped the snail, another three pecsureps and I would have been through the gap. Many Red orbits to wait for my return, had you not caught me in time.” In ages past, on their once unpolluted crystal planet, Kryx, communications had advanced from wires to wireless over a few short gentrimes. Scientific advances soon allowed sub-atomic particle encoding quark transfer possible. Nothing faster, or more reliable than transfer at thought speed, they had surmised. It even made light, pedestrian by comparison. They were correct regarding the speed, but quite wrong re the reliability. The Kryxian miners had reached thought speed, with information transfer, which it turned out, surpassed even that of light. Thought transfer had one major flaw though, it could be intercepted by highly trained individuals using intuitive telepathic look and lock techniques. The invisible “ether” of space, the so called empty or dark zones between solid objects was not, it turned out, empty at all. It was, the scientists had discovered, like an invisible elastic blanket, to which all things were connected and from which all things had sprung. This meant that highly trained individuals could, “surf the blanket” with the right clues and be led, also at thought speed, to the information they sought. The focus of energy required to concentrate and transmit the packets of data, created a “heat” signature in the mental ethers which gave them away and allowed interception and decoding. After a few major breaches of their defences and the lucky discovery of an enemy agent at work, the Kryxians searched for a more reliable method of information transfer. Then, quite by accident, they stumbled upon snail mail. Evolving naturally in the dank, dark, slimy caverns beneath Kryx, the snails had developed an ability to communicate between themselves, using biological wave sensors on their “feet”. Over time they had roamed towards the surface in search of food, and that’s where they found the miners. As a young free thinking miner hybrid, Akkermesh was first to recognise the special transport abilities of the amazing snails. In collaboration with the gastropods and the top scientific minds on Kryx, they had formulated a process using holographic multiplication, to create gigantic thought bubble transfer domes, which could double as protective bubble shields around their cities. The Kryxians used a recently developed write and memory wipe technique so that traces would not appear in the ethers. Once sealed, the writing was chemically encoded with the paper and vibrationally tuned to the recipient. Should anyone other than the intended receiver, open the letter, the paper would instantly dissolve. Thus the era of “Snailmail” was born on Kryx.
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Chameleo ripped himself from the cliff face, spun and fired all in one movement. They had found him, despite his best efforts to blend into the sheer rock precipice. It would be all action now. Ten thousand years he had remained undetected, while probing the depths of the cosmos using hyper meditative travel. His body had remained in suspended animation, while his mind floated freely, gathering information. He was just about ready… then this. What a time to get an itchy nose. That was all they needed…
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An immense predator planet has drifted within reach of overtaking a fragile planet in it’s path. Woe to the inhabitants as they succomb to the radiation and death rays eminating from this monster! / Inspired by some work and words of ozjami / .
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The cliff face shimmered slightly as the craft slipped softly into the blue. They hugged the sheer wall until they were well clear, then dipped into the powdered soft whiteness beneath. It had been a while since their last meeting. Hopefully this one would go better… I have used this digital painting as the cover for my / 2009 Sci Fi Calendar /
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As the Orgul approached the creature and their minds became one, the young Orgul’s thoughts went from utter fear to a great sense of elation, as was the way of the Bonding. I’ve used four of my photographs to produce this and I drew and painted the grey man and the creatures tail freehand using the spray can and air brush from Corel X3 paint. I also added a lighting effect from the camera effects tool bar which is how I managed to create the dull sun and deep shadows (also using Corel).
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oh-oh… / damn monkeys.
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Predator evolution
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Imagine a frozen planet where the sun never shone and there was only ever winter…..
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Protector of the Universe! Ultraman! In the early 1970’s, what little kid didn’t want to be Ultraman!
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Out of the darkness .. / deep within our dreams .. / where scarey creatures dwell .. / the alien nightmare begins ..
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Tools: Inkscape 0.46 Gimp 2.6.6 PIXresizer 2.0.3 Custom text available.
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Tools: Inkscape 0.46 Gimp 2.6.6 PIXresizer 2.0.3 Custom text available.
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Stock from the following: Moonchilde / greenaleydis-stock / katanaz-stock PSE/Silver Efex Pro Due to restrictions imposed by the owners of the stock images used in this particular work, I will not be able to sell this image on Red Bubble. If you are interested in purchasing a print, please contact me. Copyright RabbitHeart, 2009
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P.O.M. = Pyramids on Mars I’ve always been intrigued by the photos of what appears to be “pyramids” on the surface of Mars, and when I did this piece that’s the first thing that came into my thoughts. I used what appears to be some kind of boiler furnace on a property where an old house burnt down and now there is just part of an old foundation and fireplace and this strange pink tower. Someone on the trail told me that this tower was once painted blue..I combined a few different layers, one layer being a photo taken during the most recent batch of forest fires that happened in Ashland, Oregon this past Summer 2009. It has been pointed out that this piece looks strikingly similar to mine tailings that litter the Olympic Opal Field on the outskirts of the South Australian mining town of Coober Pedy.
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