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The Expanse (2015) - Amazon

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Diğer bölümler gibi değildi de yine de güzeldi ya, Amos reyiz, kaptanın Miller'la konuşma çabaları sdfds arada bi filler bölüm olsun hiç sırıtmıyor bence.

Kalan 4 bölüm büyük ihtimalle önceki bölümler gibi ekşın dolu olur doyurur bizi, bi hafta beklemek koyuyo ama biraz amazona geçişi güzel olacak :)-D

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o sonda ki sahnenin kitap versiyonunu koymuşlar reddite. Biraz daha açıklayıcı dizidekinden.

kitaptan spo


Holden placed his palm flat against the closest surface. He didn’t burst into flames. Through the gloves of his EVA suit, he felt a short electric tingle and then nothing, because he was floating in space. He tried to scream and failed.

Sorry, a voice said in his head. It sounded like Miller. Didn’t mean to drag you in here. Just try and relax, all right?

Holden tried to nod, but failed at that too. He didn’t have a head.

His sense of his own body had changed, shifted, expanded past anything he’d imagined before. The simple extent of it was numbing. He felt the stars within him, the vast expanses of space contained by him. With a thought, he could pull his attention to a sun surrounded by unfamiliar planets like he was attending to his finger or the back of his neck. The lights all tasted different, smelled different. He wanted to close his eyes against the flood of sensation, but he couldn’t. He didn’t have anything so simple as eyes. He had become immeasurably large, and rich, and strange. Thousands of voices, millions, billions, lifted in chorus and he was their song. And at his center, a place where all the threads of his being came together. He recognized the station not by how it looked, but by the deep throb of its heartbeat. The power of a million suns contained, channeled. Here was the nexus that sat between the worlds, the miracle of knowledge and power that gave him heaven. His Babel.

And a star went out.

It wasn’t especially unique. It wasn’t beautiful. A few voices out of quadrillions went silent, and if the great chorus of his being was lessened by them, it wasn’t perceptible. Still, a ripple passed through him. The colors of his consciousness swirled and darkened. Concern, curiosity, alarm. Even delight. Something new had happened for the first time in millennia.

Another star flickered and failed. Another few voices went silent. Now, slowly and instantly both, everything changed. He felt the great debate raging in him as a fever, an illness. He had been beyond anything like a threat for so long that all the reflexes of survival had weakened, atrophied. Holden felt a fear that he knew belonged to him—the man trapped within the machine—because his larger self couldn’t remember to feel it. The vast parliament swirled, thoughts and opinions, analysis and poetry blending together and breaking apart. It was beautiful as sunlight on oil, and terrifying.

Three suns failed, and now Holden felt himself growing smaller. It was still very little, almost nothing. A white spot on the back of his hand, a sore that wouldn’t heal. The plague was still only a symptom, but it was one his vast self couldn’t ignore.

From the station at his core, he reached out into the places he had been, the darkened systems that were lost to him, and he reached out through the gates with fire. The fallen stars, mere matter now, empty and dead, bloated. Filled their systems in a rage of radiation and heat, sheared the electrons from every atom, and detonated. Their final deaths echoed, and Holden felt a sense of mourning and of peace. The cancer had struck, and been burned away. The loss of the minds that had been would never be redeemed. Mortality had returned from exile, but it had been cleansed with fire.

A hundred stars failed.

What had been a song became a shriek. Holden felt his body shifting against itself, furious as a swarm of bees trapped and dying. In despair, the hundred suns were burned away, the station hurling destruction through the gates as fast as the darkness appeared, but the growing shadow could not be stopped. All through his flesh, stars were going out, voices were falling into silence. Death rode the vacuum, faster than light and implacable.

He felt the decision like a seed crystal giving form to the chaos around it, solid, hard, resolute. Desperation, mourning, and a million farewells, one to the other. The word quarantine came to him, and with the logic of dreams, it carried an unsupportable weight of horror. But within it, like the last voice in Pandora’s box, the promise of reunion. One day, when the solution was found, everything that had been lost would be regained. The gates reopened. The vast mind restored.

The moment of dissolution came, sudden and expected, and Holden blew apart.

He was in darkness. Empty and tiny and lost, waiting for the promise to be fulfilled, waiting for the silent chorus to whisper again that Armageddon had been stopped, that all was not lost. And the silence reigned.

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Jaan Community Regular

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Şöyle bir özet yapabilirim,

Protomolecule u yapan uygarlık bu yarattıkları pocket space tarafından birbirine bağlanan bir çok gate ile geniş bir hacme sahipti. Ta ki o kadar teknoloji olmasına rağmen baş edemedikleri bir düşman çıkana kadar. Bu düşman yüzünden bazı yıldız sistemlerini kaybedince defansiz bir mekanizma olarak bir kaç tane daha yıldız sistemini kendisi yok edip bütün gate network u karantina altına alıyorlar.
Sonrası ise zamanında network e katılsın diye güneş sistemine attıkları probe planlanandan çoook sonra insanlık tarafından bulunup bir şekilde probe un gate oluşturabilecek kadar biomass ile de buluşturunca programlandıkları görevi yapıp pocket space e abağlanan devasa gate i oluşturuyor.
Miller da protomolekülün lan biz işimiz yaptık da merkeze ping atıyoz dönüş yok ne oluyo diyip elindeki biomass içerisinde dedektiflik tecrübesine sahip olmasından dolayı kullandığı bir proxy.

Holden ı da bu iş için fiziksel teması gerçekleştirsin diye yönlendiriyorlar.


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progamer said:

s3ep11

Alex ve Bobbie dışında dizideki bütün marslılar gerizekalı






Genel bir mallik var Marslilarda, birde Jules Pierre Maw in yakalandigi bolumdeki Marsli kaptan abla akilliydi. Artik gezegende nasil bir ideoloji asiliyorlarsa adamlara.




Ulan cliffhanger da bitirip 1 sene bekletecekler. Zaten piyasada duzgun sci fi yok. Bari amazon hazir almisken Dark Matter i da alsaydi, en azindan cheesy cheesy idare ederdik.
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