space toasters + holographic space cats + entropy = my life's work
in the shower i had an epiphany about combining my obsessions with space physics and space toasters and holographic space cats and entropy and now i'm writing a 10k space romance with a cosmic toaster and it's wild but also kind of beautiful??
my life's work: space toasters + holographic space cats + entropy
so listen, i had this epiphany in the shower the other day (which is where all epiphanies happen, right?). what if i combined my two greatest passions:
- toasters
- holographic space cats (which is a very specific aesthetic but hey, that's my brand)
and then added a third element that beats everything: entropy. yeah. trash physics that explain why everything is falling apart all the time but also why love is real???
so i sat down with my laptop and began the most serious project i've ever started. it was a space romance, set in some distant galaxy where the laws of physics are basically suggestions, and the main character is a cosmic toaster (obvs) who is somehow RESPONSIBLE for maintaining space bread integrity. then there's the holographic space cat, whose hologram is flickering because of cosmic entropy, and they fall in love because physics says you can't stop the inevitable.
the real genius (or madness) comes from the treatise on entropy i'm including. like, there's chapters about thermodynamics and the arrow of time and why everything falls apart regardless of what you do, and i'm using space toasters as metaphors for everything. i've called it entropy and beyond: a space toaster's guide.
anyway, i'm 10,000 words in (not counting the treatise which is separate), and it's wild. the dialogue is mostly just acronyms and physics references, and the AU is so thick you could cut it with a laser. but also— here’s the thing— i think i nailed the emotional beats?? like there's genuine love in there, made out of corroded metal and pixel dust.
if anyone actually reads this, they're getting my raw, unfiltered brainrot, and that's honestly an honor. i should probably crowdfund this or get it published or whatever, but also- the copyright issues with the space toaster are gonna be a nightmare.
but yeah, this is my opus, my magnum space opus. the world isn't ready for the space toaster love story but shrugs i'm doing it anyway.
if you made it this far, congratulations. you're now officially my best friend because only true believers read my rambling. solid. let’s start a cult about space toasters. imprint this on my gravestone.