Thursday, 9 April 2009
Members of Science Fictionary want to clean our first story in the round up, but I think the first draft of a story written in Second Life by a collaborative effort has some scietnifc value in itself.
We come (& WELCOME!) to the Science Fictionary already inspired by centuries of writing; here is our chance to make history with a science fiction story in the round. Yes, we will create literature of the future about the future using the present future we inhabit here.
-Take your spot, your turn will come and you will have a paragraph to add to our weekly literary voyage.
All very welcome, established writers and simply curious critics alike! The weekly meeting of Science Fictionary is held on Thursdays at Midday SLT (7pm GMT) hosted by Pooky Amsterdam at Nature's Rooftop Cafe.
For more info, IM Joanna Wombat or Pooky Amsterdam
See you there!
The story so far...
The Date At The End Of Time
There was no sun, not in the conventional sense, the giant star like ball of energy had been created seemingly eons ago. So long ago no one really knew anymore. There were cults about it over the planet, but no one really knew.
" Did they even care," thought Joanna? "As long it went on at the right time it didn't matter" - Although beng on the repair unit for it was a pain, she had to admit. What a day job! -Pooky
The only part of the shift she enjoyed was the occasional wait for compile time that left her with nothing to do for an hour, but was still too short to hassle with the 3 hour trip back to the surface. She spent quite a bit of that mulling over an unusual monitor that displayed a bit pattern that seemed static at first but after quite some time was apparently shifting ever so slowly...- Zen
Everyone knew the shift was happening, but it seemed to make no difference. Nothing came, nothing changed, and it was so far from the surface to be nothing more than a blip on the political radar. But looking at the montior, Joanna couldn't help wondering if it wasn't moving more quickly. -Joanna
She quickly grabbed the old manual that the maintainance team used to record the compile results. She flipped back only a few eons, but there was nothing on an increasing compile stream. Hmm. She looked towards the bright star she liked to call her "Day Job." And then, that's when she saw, it was redder! -Adrian
Her tools clanged by her side and the robotic assist followed along side her. She had to finish her work in time for the shift which was coming soon indicated by the red alert Nothing would stop her from here and the preparations she had made had gone unnoticed." She called into make her regular report and calmly announced that all scheduled work had been accomplished. But in stating the closing code she made an error. She waited tensely, but the controller responded with standard response. - Courteous
Not that time happened like it happened in language. Everyone still spoke Spanish in America, as they had for hundreds of years. But the way time moved about had changed so much during the nano-time malfunctions of micro-space and micro-time happened all the time, sometimes you just jumped backwards a billionth of a second and only know it for a detector, sometimes space just re-configured itself. Nano-technology pollution was like this.
But this was bad, this was fucking bad. This was something beyond just chaos theory, this was the world of the fucking Gods - Robert
joanna knew her messages were gettign garbled in nano-bork, which meant total lack of continuiy. The automatic way they lived had made people lazier, but even the word lazy had dissappeared form the dictionary a long time ago. She had found some old books, yes she likes the way they came up on the plasma screen, some of them even had pictures. She found old words useful, lazy was one of them. The apathy that came with not having to do much for yourself helped. Afterall the sun was artifical, the food just not the people, that wouldnt be long though. Why was the sun glowing so red she wondered, glad her shift was over, but she couldnt help thinking that the blip on the radar had something to do with it. She had a date tonight, who cared, really. Like she said...lazy. - Pooky
The real problem wasn't really the blip, nor its rather questionable speed, nor the redness. The real problem was that the fancy movement correlator on which the department had burned 10 millions credit last month wasn't showing the blip at all. And that was, in theory, impossible. - Morgaine
Impossible, however, seemed a rather fluid concept, as Joanna would shortly have found out, had her eyes not been trained on her lipstick in the mirror at the precise moment the state of the art screen went black and the view from the window nothing but bright white light... - Joanna
Joanna knew this wasn't right. Science, nor technology, could explain this. The creds were gone, which could only mean the nano-hydrogen had run out. That's why the artifical star was red, but that didn't explain the sudden brightness...unless... No! A nova, this can't be! She ran back to and jumped into the magnetic resonance chute (don't ask!) and floated up to the blue swirling waves above... - Adrian
Her date would have to wait and she contemplated giving him a heads up on the impending nova. The chute would place her near the Nuclear accelerator and it would be the only hope for the planet. Then she remembered the sweetness of her last date and decided...oh well, it probably wouldn't work any way and turned the MR chute to the city and her patiently waiting date. - Courteous
Again none of this was right in theory.
Not that theory matter much anyways. Theory was nice to have now, but nothing in reality seemed to bother with theory. Theoretically impossible things happened all the time, and messed up things happened all the time. And all the angles inside the bright light were interesting but nothing compared to some drugs she had taken in the morning.
The important thing was her date tonight. How often can you date a God, or maybe in this case a Devil. Those beings that came when the nanos started to mess up time and space. How often did one of these beings ask you out
If the entire Universe collapsed right now he could make it all right over diner, just as long as enough of her conscious lasted somewhere that long, with 11 dimensions to insert resonances in that should not be a problem. But as long as she could download herself in to some fold of N-Space she could make her date and ask to have the world saved. But what the hell, it would also be cool to save the world herself. Yah that would be non-lazy. What was the word for not lazy, “no perezoso”, active, ambitious, striving, determined? Mobile: móvil. - Robert
Courteous was a god, or was he Joanna wondered? Aren't we all gods? Space is mutating, 11 dimensions. What is the shipboard cat staring at? Joanna saw nothing. Perhaps Couteous will see it when he comes..........Lnn
Joanna traced the cat's gaze to a shimmer on the body of the robotic assist. Could the nano-pollution have breached the ship's seals? She quickly pressed the buttons initiating a decontamination, took a deep breath, and ducked back in to the magnetic resonance chute............Susan
Joanna prepared her herself for the complex fold that brought simultaneous times and interlacing spaces intimately together. Just as her instructors had trained her, she manipulated nibits like layered textures, until a recognizeable hyper-geometry manifested. The contaminated prelements drifted to the periphery. Somehow she was aware the cat was purring softly, and she felt through that nearly orgasmic pleasure consistent with the correct hramonizing of pre-space structuring. mmmm a pleasant prelude to Courteous' encounter..........Physter
Joanna decided if her date was god-like, besides the body he inhabited which actually glowed in the dark Of this she was sure, and she couldnt wait to try it out. Actually, he might then be able to help. What did Courteous do besides glow in the dark, and didn't you need a special clearance for that? He had come some time ago to inspect one of the dimension boards, and they had wound up talking for quite a while, even in nano seconds. She decided to ask him to meet her here- afterall a potentially exploding sun would either be avoided with his help- OR it woudl be a nice way for the world to end in the collective glow.....Pooky
The sun might be collapsing, it was growing redder, bigger and hotter. Strange thing was Joanna could feel her emotions growing hotter with the red sun. The cat perked his ears and looked at her, then returned to staring intently at the same spot. Was she thinking of Courteous? Or was she at one with the universe, the sun, in an odd way?.................LNN
Joanna flipped some switches on the dimension board and focused the powerful astrophysical stabilization system's sensors on the star-like sun. It would take at least ten minutes to penetrate the violent layers of its plasmasphere. Would that be enough time to calm the potential nova? It wouldn't matter much if it wasn't. Concentrating on the delecate manual operations of the task was so difficult with the pressure and distraction of her upcomming date. And the cat. The cat! Had it found some more nano-pollution which escaped the decontamination sweep?...............Susan
Safely within the expansive model, Joanna traced the possible origins of the sun's dis-equilibrium. The pollution, now resolved into gamma spectra, showed signatures somehow familiar... and then she knew! The Olduvai!!...............Physter
All her training was important, and would help her reflexes, especially in emergency situations. The MR chute hummed, Courteous appeared. "I was told to come here tonight, and not only by my emotional centerpoints. Joanna, we have to act fast to save the sun. I have long since given up on fate, whcih given my province of origination is loaded with irony. But its probably a safe bet to assume, our date was predestined for a lot of reasons." He walked towards her, but stopped to give the cat a quick scratch behind the ears. Then he was standing right in front of her. She had forgotten she even had a sense of smell. Would she be able to concentrate?......Pooky
Courteous's smell was intoxicating. Joanna felt her mind reeling as his warm scent enveloped her. An explosion occurred within her as images of Olduvai Gorge seemed to reach out to her. Strange. The cat was meowing loudly now. She was being sucked back through time, long before nano pollution and the sun was still normal. Did the answer lie in the past?....Lnn
Could she be so bold? Why not.. she suspected that Couteous would respect forthrightness. "Wasn't your tertiary progenitor one of the Olduvai refugees?" she asked, trying to quell the tremor in her voice, and the stirring in her plexus.....Physter
"Yes, and the traditions demanded I be given the texts, which I had to have implanted in my frontal lobe. Let's try to establish what stimulus to give the gradient, I think we can release a non corrosive filter to absorb the pollutants. But the resulting download of energy will need something. He smiled at her, "Got any ideas?"............Pooky
Nano-pollutants were created by us... or our forefathers. Same thing. Now we, I?, Courteous? gets to fix things. Why does it always come down to the current generation? What did those guys in Olduvai do? They started it all. Cat looked intently at her as if she was on teh right trail. Is he really a god or just calls himself one? Either way, his scent was still filling her mind!.......Lnn
Distracted by dreamy images of his frontal lobe, Joanna tried to re-focus her attention on the problem. "When the Olduvai Sun threatened to nova, they invented an irregular nano-p that bonded phasons in four dimensions. The result stabilized the sun'd core for several thousand years, enough time for them to pack up and leave. But what really happened after that?"............Physter
“Hello Po!” I had said that warm and long vail-loved day, I was rushing with note in case and beseeching my come-along Bot to be at my ‘hest and rezzed into the go pod. Po’s lamenting look turned to a smile and she said, “send those piano phrase songs...pronto, and stop flying to all of your meetings.” I jostled a smile as I turned back towards her but the go pod lifted quickly and the sensation of heading to the emergency solar group meeting filled my thoughts. Oh, the thought of Po’s serene smiles and her funny comment “...piano--phrase songs...pronto!” and then that serene smile - so happy...Courteous
And Po could look in to her mind, he could see her running around the mock idiotic theater of the entire Earth in the last centuries. And Po could see what was finally dawning on her, what he had waited centuries for any human to see.
She wondered at that moment, one of those strange moments when you lost time.
She was trying to save the world and get ready for her date.
Okay, so how do you save something? Interesting question, she had not really ever thought about it. She had duties to protect, a uniform, and oath, but life was all just theatre. When something went wrong you went to them.
And was this right?
And what if, what if it was they who were doing these strange things that did not make sense?
Maybe it was not the nano-technology itself which had polluted our reality, made it strange and made us need them, maybe…
But what ever happened she would be in HIS presence that evening. She had been so excited about a date when it had finally come through she never imagined that she would have to expose her mind to one of them?
She looked at the cat?
And who the hell is the cat?
And what is going on.
Wait one moment, she tried to remember… were we suppose to live like this? Were we suppose to keeping running to these, these, “Gods” when ever we had a problem?
Okay why would the sun be having a problem in the first place. It was not that old. And how did she know the sun was in trouble. And how did she know anything? This was all just a set of sensors, and then He showed up and started running things.
Perhaps this was
No, that was not possible……
Courteous was pleading for her understanding, she knew. Empathy with a God? Hubris or atonement? If he could cry, it would flood the chute! "It was Po," Courteous barely managed to utter in a choked voice. "She was the one they did it all for!..Physter
He looked so pitiful, she could hardly hold herself back, but the end of the world lends a curious focus and she forced herself to take a deep breath and ask calmly "They did all *what* for, Courteous? Now seems a prtty good time to start with the truth!". For a long moment, he stared at anything except her, then finally looked up and slowly, painfully began to explain.........Joanna
At that moment, the cat spoke, using Po's voice:
"Perhaps you should have her look at the screen," suddenly Courteous and the cat were flipping switches Joanna hadn't even known existed on her own control panel.
The red blip had finally resolved itself - an 11 dimensional ship and it was signalling her shuttle!
Es que el marfil de mastodontes en el guardabarros delantero de su transbordador espacial?
It was speaking Spanish!
Guiltily, Joanna looked at the ivory ornamentation on the front of the sporty shuttle then she glanced back at the viewer - and the wise but disapproving large eyes of the visitor, and his curling tusks
"Oh God," said Joanna, at which both courteous and the cat turned their heads slightly,
"And I refused Reality Central's offer last week of a mammoth expert!".....Marion
The ivory ornament was the mammoth, why had she never noticed it, because it had not existed in thsi form came the very reasonalble voice inside her head.
But it beckoned, and expert on not, she knew what to do. The Cat, Po was wiser than she had ever knwn, and she thought rather unresonably that it was the guadian of some knowledge and she had been watched all along. Courteous smiled, he beamed, he glowed yes he did and slid into the shuttle seat. She knew it wouldnt be long before the artificial sun exploded and they would be the last people leaving. Strangely enough she felt safe somehow- this was to be the adventure of several lifetines. What do you take with you when the sun is about to expode. You take the cat, and the god and hold onto the mammoth ivory tusks.
She moved in beside him
The shuttle doors closed and then they were in space.
Where wouldl they land?
Courteous set the panel and they looked at a planet, a great big blue marble somewhere off of the Milky way.
They would land in a few days, would they be the first man and woman on that strnage world.
perhaps. Only time would tell.
The last date at the time had just begun....Pooky
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