I like that! If one don’t get em, the other will
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Morning Brother Willy 
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Good morning OG, hope your day goes well brother
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Right back at ya my friend. I’m shuffle plants and up potting 2 KR F2s regs that are females
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Looking for another gem in the F2 sounds interesting.
I sowed my first intentional planting of a Parvati X ‘89 NL5 BX, the volunteers I had were casualties of the great mite war of ‘25. Took it two days to grow a tail.
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Morning growmies hope yal have a great day growing 
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Sounds excellent Brother, don’t know where I’m going to put these regs if several turn out to be females 
. Might be some 1 gallon runs coming up
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Morning Brother
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Morning brother, hope it finds you well
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Good morning Legends 
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Good morning brother, hope your doing well today
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Morning Kapp hope your days going well:grin:
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Day 25 , autopots activated .
Yuzu Euphoria Auto
Give an auto plenty of leg room to begin with and watch them run wild
Another Level chugging right along
Note to self: Make sure your dilute peroxide spray is actually diluted before hosing your plants with it.
Apple Fritter & Parvati X NL5
My cross is a reg so it stays in the cheap seats until farmer Freeman confirms it’s gender. I’m waiting for BLK Friday to get a Tray2Grow for a pheno hunting ground.
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The Silent Scream of Science
WilIy, the four-foot-tall Tarsier and Wildwood Guardian, focused on his task. He carefully selected one of his father’s purest electrocultured capacitive buds, placed it in the ARE (his alien trichomes collector), and activated the device. A swirling, rainbow-hued vortex shimmered into existence. He grabbed his backpack, now packed with his field tested dynamic stabilizer pellets, and stepped through the wormhole.
He emerged back in the dome, taking a deep breath of the air, a complex mix of ozone and the rich aroma of a thousand different terpene profiles. Everything seemed in order, the low, harmonized hum emanating from the ancient, sleek, silver console a comforting sound.
Willy started his routine by inspecting the sector plagued by the carbonic acid rain. He knelt and placed a pellet of his conscious, living solution beneath one of the struggling plants. Within moments, the wax pulsed with a faint, greenish light. Willy felt the subtle energy of the soil balancing itself. The problem was solved, not with a buffer, but with a precise, adaptive solution worthy of a cosmic library.
With the immediate crisis handled, Willy indulged in the “cultivar sight-seeing” part of his trip. He wandered through the Gardens, marveling at the unique genetics preserved here.
Suddenly, an intensely glowing magenta-hued plant, unlike any he had seen before, caught his eye.
The air around it felt strangely heavy, carrying a powerful, stanky aroma of overripe berries and ozone. WilIy knew this was some “stanky dank from another world” and, being cautious about transforming into a frog, he headed straight for the central console to check the catalog.
With a tap of his paw on the ancient interface, the main computerized catalog glowed to life. As a reminder, the console is DNA-activated, keyed only to WilIy since his Pop passed away, requiring his paw on the scanner. He quickly keyed in the genetic signature of the Magenta strain.
The catalog entry popped up: Quasar-Berry Bomb (QBB). The primary terrestrial effect was clear: Immediate, intense euphoria followed by complete acoustic sensory reversal. High pitches would sound like low rumbles; loud sounds would be heard as soft.
WilIy chuckled. He knew this meant conversation would be a wash, but he needed a little break. He gathered a small, perfect bud. He packed the QBB, took a long, thoughtful draw from his pipe, and waited for the cosmic ride to begin. The smoke was heavy, and within seconds, the world began to invert. The distant hum of the dome’s machinery suddenly became a gentle breeze, and the snap of a twig outside the dome sounded like a muted explosion.
WilIy was now moving through the Cannabotanical Gardens, the universe’s most vital repository of cosmic cannaflora, experiencing the world in reverse audio. The gentle rustle of a rare intergalactic leaf sounded like a subsonic earthquake, while the forceful, whooshing air vents, typically loud enough to drown out a starship engine, now registered as a comforting, almost imperceptible breeze.
He decided to inspect the highly volatile Fungal-Spore-Bloom sector, which was scheduled for a noise-level diagnostic. He approached the containment field, his Genetic Deconvolution Array (GDA)—the repurposed alien tech—clutched in his paw. The GDA had a feature that measured the ambient sonic decay within the containment membrane.
He activated the GDA. The diagnostic tone—a soft, high-pitched ping—should have been a near-silent formality.
To WilIy’s reversed ears, the quiet little ping sounded like a colossal, metal-on-metal CRUNCH!
He instinctively clapped his tiny paws over his ears, staggering back from the sound, which he perceived as being over 180 decibels—the equivalent of standing next to a jet engine.
“Holy quantum static!” WilIy yelled (or rather, felt). To his own brain, his shout was a mere, internal whisper. He checked the GDA display. The real reading was 3 dB, a gentle hum.
“Right,” he muttered, the acoustic sensory reversal in full effect. “Loud is soft. Soft is a thermonuclear gong solo. Maintenance must proceed with the subtlety of a bull moose in a china shop.”
WilIy adjusted his blue baseball hat and moved to a patch of newly imported, sentient Stardust Saplings that required a terpene-flux calibration.
He calibrated the sprayer with a fine mist of Epsilon-9 Terpene Solution. As he squeezed the trigger, the sizzle of the fine mist hitting the leaves, normally a soft hissing sound, registered in WilIy’s ears as a terrifying, sustained SSSCCCRREEECH! He dropped the sprayer, feeling a jolt of panic as the perceived noise slammed into him.
He recovered quickly, rubbing his ears. He realized his best chance at sanity was to make noise. He needed a loud, continuous sound that would translate to a calming silence.
He spotted a maintenance bot nearby, a small, heavily-treaded machine used for hauling soil, known for its notoriously loud, grinding gears (real-world noise level: 90 dB). WilIy activated it and locked its throttle.
To WilIy’s QBB-affected brain, the grinding, rattling bot was a pure, cleansing silence.
He calmly continued his work, perfectly insulated by the “white silence” of the grinding robot. As the bot slowly traversed the path, WilIy placed the dynamic stabilizer pellets beneath a few strains that seemed visually sluggish, nodding in satisfaction as the greenish light pulsed silently beneath the soil. The dynamic stabilizer was a conscious, living solution that could adapt to the unique needs of any strain, making it far superior to any tool.
He sampled a tiny bud from a magnificent plant called Nebula Nectar—a strain he was familiar with, known to enhance focus. As the effects of the QBB slowly began to wane, the sounds of the Gardens gradually reverted to normal.
The grating, deafening noise of the maintenance bot suddenly hit WilIy full force. He slapped the kill switch on the bot.
The silence that followed was a beautiful, non-reversed quiet.
WilIy sighed, adjusted his hat and pulled out the QBB cryo-pouch. “Next time, I’m sticking to the genetics that just make me smell pizza from four star systems away.”
Maintenance complete. WilIy activated the ARE and prepared for his next wormhole jump, ready to face whatever awaited him back home.
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Love the stank dank growmie always an excellent read hope you have a great day:grin:
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Great adventures Willy 
A word of warning for your Pizza Genetics adventures: Be weary of Canadian Bacon, that thing will lure you in and make you his ho! 
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Another great chapter for the book Brother 
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morning growmies… home today from the camp for a doctors appointment then back there tonight…another great read Willy… 
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Thanks fella’s, hope y’all have a fantastic day. Working outside in the rain & 55° F today
@Crazy81 @kaptain3d @OGIncognito @Retiredoldguy
Wouldn’t be the first time food controlled me and made me feel weak 
Hope your Dr appt goes ok @retiredoldguy , I know you must be loving all that crisp fresh air and quiet submersion in nature.
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