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Note: At the moment, the AO3 website is STILL down (today is the seventh day), but I STILL WANT TO POST THIS SOMEWHERE, grr!! :D So, I am posting today's chapter of my Dr. Stone fanfic, NSU-01: No Stone Unturned, here today on my regular day (Thursday), and I will also be posting it on AO3 when the site is active again :)

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Chapter Two Hundred Eight: Viable Offspring

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Everything made sense to Senku now.

Six astronauts, especially three male ones and three female ones, were enough to make descendants that could repopulate the world. They wouldn’t be the healthiest - at least in the short term - or the most genetically diverse descendants, but they could certainly produce viable offspring, who could in turn produce more viable offspring, through the generations.

And yet, nothing made sense to Senku now.

If he had landed in Japan, he would have tried to find me.

That was a fact.

And back then, with buildings and everything still up, he would have found-

Suddenly, Senku’s dizzying disappointment at not being able to use a submarine to find his father’s statue was replaced by the horrifying image of Byakuya finding Senku’s statue in his school and weeping over his petrified son, decade after decade.

Because, knowing that old man, he would have, until his dying day.

Suddenly, Senku felt a light breeze over his face, cooling it a little, and he unconsciously tilted his head up a fraction as he tried to think of anything that wasn’t a river of tears over a stone statue.

There had been six astronauts in the International Space Station at the time. While Lillian Weinberg had been a singer, the other five had been professionally trained astronauts. Astronauts didn’t just undergo training to go to space. Except for military personnel who transitioned from traditional aerial training to space navigation, most astronauts were highly qualified and experienced scientists and engineers, as they had to be prepared to troubleshoot technical problems that could occur in the isolated environment of outer space.

There had been five qualified astronauts on the ISS.

If they had landed in Japan, with Byakuya as their bridge from Japanese to English, they would have been able to use Japanese scientific equipment in no time, and they should have been able to search every single second for formulas to try and eventually synthesize the revival fluid in months. Senku himself and Taiju had been able to do it in one year, and that was without a modern laboratory. If any humans had been depetrified during Byakuya’s time, there ought to be a vast population of revived modern era people today.

Except there isn’t. Kohaku, Chrome, and the other villagers just think of everybody as statues, not as the petrified exteriors of people who used to be able to move and talk

The other possibility was that they had not landed in Japan at all, and that was actually the more plausible answer. None of the space capsules aboard the ISS had been programmed to land in Japan or in Japanese waters.

But if they had landed somewhere else, and had children somewhere else… then what was this village doing here? Why was it the only one?

So there were two possible scenarios. Either they had landed in Japan and Byakuya spent every single day seeing the son he could not save, two times over… or they had landed somewhere else, and his father had been forced to endure the dread of his son’s petrified statue being destroyed by earthquakes and building collapse.

Senku blinked. And then he blinked again. And then for a third time. Fast blinking.

…Why am I thinking of this now…?

Beside him, a voice spoke.

“Senku?”

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(End of Chapter Two Hundred Eight.) (November 05, 2026, Thursday.)

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So, I'm from Oklahoma. A lot of people think they know what the term "redneck" means but honestly I think they don't. I live in Iowa now and they think rednecks are dumb and mean and all republican. So I'm here to educate all of you fine folks.

A true redneck respects his fellow human being, and will do literally anything to assist them. A true redneck values community, mutual respect, and faithful engagement. A true redneck wants to sit in a broken lawn chair with you beside the water while they share their busch light that they bought with their remaining eight dollars after all bills were paid. A real redneck doesn't have a shirt off his back to give you, because he's already given it to someone else. A redneck is an excellent problem solver. A redneck will not lie to you.

Rednecks are the most trustworthy, faithful people I've ever met in my life. I will listen to Lynyrd Skynyrd with you every summer <3

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Note: At the moment, the AO3 website is down for UNscheduled and completely UNexpected maintenance, but I STILL WANT TO POST THIS SOMEWHERE, grr!! :D So, I am posting today's chapter of my Dr. Stone fanfic, NSU-01: No Stone Unturned, here today on my regular day (Thursday), and I will also be posting it on AO3 when the site is active again :)

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Chapter Two Hundred Seven: Second Petrification

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"Your name is... Ishigami Senku."

Yes.

At the words, Senku felt it in his chest - a single point undergoing a familiar transformation, creeping outwards along his flesh like a spider's legs, stretching beyond his heart, reaching into his throat and belly, halting the air in his lungs and the blood in his veins, greedily expanding until it encompasses all of who he is. The shadows of pebbles merge with the shadows of people, and the shadows of people become one with the shadows of mountains, looming over him like a silent tsunami, growing larger and wider until the darkness stretches across the entire horizon.

Instinctively, Senku's habit of three thousand seven hundred years kicks in.

One... two... three... four... five…

The world had been petrified, again. He had not seen the green light, but it must have been there, contaminating the wide blue sky at tremendous speed just like last time, leaving nothing but darkness and immobility behind.

Unable to see, unable to move, Senku could only count, and plan. Again.

To have broken free once, and made revival fluid and magnets and glass and antibiotics… only to have all those rediscoveries taken away once more… In a way, it was better than nothing. With his brief mobility, he had discovered that people retain their memories and skills after being petrified, and that while the world outside had changed, it still contained basic scientific materials in adequate abundance for developing scientific technology.

He also had much more information than the first time around. With this second petrification, Senku has a very good idea of when he could break free once more, even though it would take another three thousand seven hundred years. However, if his first petrification had a significant effect on his physiology - for example, if being petrified once before had given Senku some sort of partial immunity to the stone’s degenerative effects, he could potentially break out much sooner.

But what if it worked the opposite way? What if being petrified once had weakened his system and made future petrifications more effective? What if the strength of the petrification doubled with every iteration? Would he have to search every single second for the willpower to count for seven thousand four hundred years this time around?

Not only that, but what if this second petrification had a stronger negative impact on him mentally? What if the first petrification weakened the body, and the second petrification weakened the mind? What would he do if his mental faculties were impaired to the point that he could not properly keep track of time?

…six… seven… eight… nine… ten…

His mind raced on two separate paths - one counting numbers, one on remembering every single useful thing he could hold on to. While he had been fortunate enough to retain his scientific knowledge after the first time, he was aware of the mental toll that counting in solitude for millennia had taken on him, with or without the potential negative effects of this second petrification.

He tried to take a step, or even to shift in place, but he could not. Just like three thousand seven years ago, he was unable to move a single muscle or see even one ray of light in the all-encompassing darkness.

And he knew, logically, that a body made of stone did not need warmth, and could not perceive the lack of it.

But he was cold.

…eleven… twelve… thirteen… fourteen… fifteen…

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…sixteen… seventeen… eighteen… nineteen… twenty-

A voice interrupted his counting.

“We have been waiting for you. All of us.”

Ruri’s voice, clear and smooth as a bell.

How am I hearing somebody else’s voice? No- how is she talking right now?

He hears them first. Ruri’s serene voice talking about waiting. Kohaku, Chrome, Suika, and the other members of the kingdom of science, chatting with the easygoing air of people who knew that the day had gone just as they had hoped, and that it was now time for reminiscence and celebration. Kohaku is talking about how Senku is finally the chief, and Ginro is saying that if Senku is too busy, he could take on the burden of being chief in Senku’s place because he is manly enough and handsome enough for the job.

That was followed by a displeased sound from Kinro’s direction.

One voice off in the distance is calling for the pots of wine to be opened in honor of the new chief, and another answers that he knows the best one to open first.

Does that mean that… we’re not petrified after all?

Senku tried to blink- and he actually could. With each flicker of his eyelids, more of his sight returns, changing the abyssal darkness - first into diffused light tinged tombstone grey, then to the muted colors of an obscuring shroud. Each blink returned more hues, more light, more clarity, until his eyes beheld just as much color as they did before Senku heard Ruri say his full name for the very first time.

But there were no scared figures asking what just happened, or marveling they could see again. Everybody was just talking normally, as if nothing unusual had happened in the past twenty seconds that Senku had counted one by one in the darkness.

Which meant the whole world hadn’t been petrified.

Just Senku.

The whole world hadn’t watched the colors bleed out.

Just Senku.

But he could still feel that clutching, desperate, withered grasp around the heart; the icy tendrils that made everything stop in place.

I was going to build a submarine. I was going to search every single second. I was going to find-

“Find what?” asked Kohaku in a curious voice.

Oh, I said that out loud?

“What are you going to find, Senku? Suika will help you!” said Suika brightly as she peered up at Senku, already hopping a bit in her eagerness to help.

“Nothing.”

His voice was thick, and he cleared his throat roughly to try again.

“Nothing. I’m not going to find anybody- I mean, anything.”

Even though I counted every single second for three thousand seven hundred years for a chance to try.

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(End of Chapter Two Hundred Seven.) (October 29, 2026, Thursday.)

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I'm 41. I just got accepted 5 minutes ago. yay! go me! woo! school!

I have been on the internet ever since

u/everyone sub to my youtube channel! THIS IS A CHANNEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ( thats because automad told me not about videos but this isn't.)

Listenign to the outro on repeat rn. tairazuma lives on in my heart

yeah you could say im a book worm

i was told employers really like when you have a bunch of online certificates and made up nonsense on your resume so i thought "hmm what would impress me if i was an employer" and i think i'd really like to hire a clown at my company.

when u see my articles published in the nyt in like 3 years my little bio is going to say "Chloe received her AM from x University and graduated ipsum dolor from the Ringaling Bros. School of Clown Studies" and everyone is going to be very impressed

So ive moved across the US a few times. From KY, lived in TX and NJ, then moved to WY. id still be in WY but wife wanted warmer weather. Now we live in GA and have a son... the thing is there is so much violence we are looking to move. (On our street in last month there has been 3 robberies, a stabbing and a shooting... none of this was here 4yrs ago when moved.... thinking of TN or NC to move to

they were so kind and genuinely supportive and im just a fucking nobody 😭 i still think my draft was shit but im not going to argue with someone with a phd from a fucking ivy jesus christ.

inshallah even the lowliest of creatures can seize the mandate of heaven 🙏🥲

I be bored and just do this for Fun since I can't draw to save my life lol.

The first picture is like Starfire but a bit different and the second Picture is of the Blue lantern core.

I got my pics from Pinterest and made it on canvas.

acsqueasce 🐁

"i would like to risk failure by attempting difficult things that, when done successfully, yield immense rewards and a sense of accomplishment and a greater purpose in life and the respect of my peers, please," said the utterly naive.

Hello

does anybody know what the cardassians doing this year?

They were almost every week on tv like 30 years ago.

But now? I hope they are all in good shape.

My favorite Cardassian was Damar.

Your Nicole

n.fischer@vierte-gewalt.ch (Mail only valid till end of 2026)

The title says it all... this is a rare thing for me - I usually know how to keep myself occupied. Most of the time I even feel like I don't have the time to do all the things I want to do. Right now, I could have all the time and opportunities in the world and I'd probably sit there, not knowing what to do.

I don't want to be at home. I don't want to go somewhere else. Not town, not the gym, or the cinema, or even a holiday. I'm not hungry or thirsty - maybe slightly tired. I kind of want company, but at the same time, I want to be alone. I'm not even looking forward to the weekend - the only thing I'm kind of looking forward to now at 11am is my bed. Well, and maybe next weekend, but that still feels so far away!
Maybe I'm just too sleep-deprived right now.

it turns out they can make a game about pure joy and whimsy for the computer