A sandworm is a fictional extraterrestrial creature that appears in the Dune novels written by Frank Herbert, first introduced in Dune (1965).

The sandworm are an autotrophic animal that inhabited the planet Arrakis. It lived in the vast deserts and sand dunes that stretched across the surface of the planet. Most importantly, sandworms are an essential factor in the creation of the Spice Melange.

Sandworms lived beneath the sand. Attracted to rhythmic vibrations on the surface, they would breach in pursuit of the origin of such vibrations. This was an effort to defend their territory, of which they were highly protective. Thus to see a worm, and live to tell about it, was extremely rare, save for the mysterious fremen, who had achieved some kind of mastery over the beast.

Physical Characteristics

The sandworms were extremely territorial; as soon as two worms sensed each other's presence, they let out chuffing roars of challenge, bellowing melange-smelling exhaust from their cavernous throats.

By anyone's standards, Sandworms could grow to an enormous size. Dr. Yueh cited that specimens "up to 450 meters long" were spotted by observers in the deep desert.

Their skin was thick, rough, and semi-metallic. It served the simple function of armor and was comprised of many scales, each a few feet in size. These scales overlapped and interlocked to form the armor that protected it against internal sand invasion.

As the Fremen discovered, this armor, while all but impenetrable, could be exploited. By prying open the edges of one or more of the scales, the integrity of the armor would be compromised; sand was now free to enter into the sandworms softer insides, causing intense irritation for the sandworm. The beast would then roll itself until the opened scale was at the highest point from the desert floor, thus minimizing the amount of sand that could enter.

A fremen poised to "ride" the beast as it rolled its open scale towards its highest point could literally mount the worm. As long as the scales remained open, the sandworm would not submerge. Maker hooks were then placed towards the front of the beast to control lateral movement. As a result, wormriding became a viable, even sacred, method of transport for the Fremen across the surface of the planet.

The smell of the sandworm has been particularly documented. A strong, flinty, cinnamon smell exuded from the beast, especially from the mouth. Some said it could be smelled before seen

The approach of a sandworm towards its breach-point was often indicated by the dry lightning that frequently occurred in the area; a result of static electricity being discharged into positively-charged air.

The main component of the sandworm's diet was sand, and other inorganic and dry components of the Arrakis crust. It is also believed they sifted the sand-plankton for nourishment.

Cultural Impact

To the planet's Fremen population, the creature was a spiritual symbol of their faith and saw them as physical embodiments of the One God of their original Zensunni religion. Within Fremen culture the sandworm had several additional names, notably The Maker and Shai-Hulud, which variously meant Old Man of the Desert, Old Father Eternity, or Grandfather of the Desert

Young sandworms were used by the Fremen for special ceremonies. Inducting new Sayyadinas or reverend mothers was a prime example of the sandworms essential cultural role.

Conception

Author Frank Herbert conceived the Sandworms based on dragon mythology, particularly fictitious dragons that guard some sort of treasure, such as the creature in Beowulf and the Dragon of Colchis from the Greek myth of Jason. The Sandworms of Arrakis will attack humans who attempt to harvest the spice, as if guarding it (even though the spice is actually of no interest for these creatures, since it is waste matter). Hence, the Sandworms are referred to as "the dragons on the floor of the desert" in Children of Dune.

Illustrator John Schoenherr gave the Sandworm three triangular lobes that form the lips of its mouth. They are also depicted as colossal lampreys or leeches (lacking the three aforementioned lobes), as well as terrestrial annelids.

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  • AntiOutsideAktion [he/him]
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    6 months ago

    I've officially decided I don't like my roommate. But he's moving away soon anyway. So I'm just embracing it.

    It starts with him doing me a favor. He works as a truck driver so he offered to let me use his truck to move my stuff out of the storage unit when I moved in a month ago today. Saved me a couple hundred dollars at least. What tainted it was on the penultimate day of the month, he summoned me after his shift first thing in the morning to drive over. So for over an hour in traffic I did. I got there early so I moved some small stuff to my car waiting for him. After loading I notice a missed call and call him back. No answer. One more round of phone tag occurs where I assume he's calling to be late. Except the last time I called him it went straight to voicemail. So I text him that I can't call him. And continue texting and calling for another hour sitting outside the place. He ditched me. And when he finally gets back to me he's fucking sarcastic at me about having to return the truck ("I'm very punctual").

    The best part about this is: I now have exactly one day left to get my shit out of my storage unit or pay another month of rent. So I just avoid the guy and make sure we're going again the next day, where I acted all buddy buddy. Paid him the money I agreed, whatever. The deal wasn't as good as it was originally considering the 90 extra miles of gas and the 3 wasted hours on a day off. Instead of getting a day to chill out after moving, I have to basically commute to work every day +25%.

    So that's the majority of the straw, now let me tell you what broke my back. Last night they had a party. I had one day off in a row yesterday so I just partied with them after I got home friday. I told them I just wanted to unwind alone in my room for the day. So of course my roommate who started with whiskey shots at 9am is knocking on my door every other hour when they change games and want to see me do good at rocket league. Whatever. I make short appearances and bow out. He left me alone when the party got going.

    They were loud as fuck but it's saturday night and I moved in with a couple single guys. No reason to complain. They went to about midnight which is reasonable. (The house across the street was shaking my wall with their bass at 5am). Where I got upset was at 7am when I'm hitting my snooze alarm and they start in again shouting and laughing loudly. So I guess I'm just awake now. I casually give them the finger when I get a "good morning" from a person I've never met before and they got hurt and confused. I explained, and while I was at it I yelled at this roommate about how 3 times in a row he's trying the knob of the bathroom while I'm in it with the door closed instead of knocking. Without even trying to change his behavior after repeated and increasingly serious and direct appeals to stop. And he reacts to my criticism with petulance. "It's just a door."

    Well fuck you then. I'm not going to try and get along with you anymore. Why the fuck would I.

    • GalaxyBrain [they/them]
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      6 months ago

      My dad worked night shifts my whole life and I got used to there being someone generally asleep in the house either through the afternoon and late evening. He worked midnight to 8am so he'd get home and dick around for a while and then sleep from 11-4 and then blast another nap from 8-11. He preferred it and as a Night Guy myself, I get it. But it has made me very aware of how obnoxiously loud most people are. Whether stomping around instead of walking or basically yelling everything, I find the majority of people to be inconsiderate loud lummoxes