Opens in the dark.
The power has just gone out out at an office.
Emergency lights flash.
We hear rustling and distant screams.
Armed with office supplies, a heard of employees make their way to one room and huddle together.
The wifi is gone, and cell phone towers have fallen.
Friday, June 26, 2015
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
sci-fi story
We have been able to slow down the greenhouse effect.
Science has cured cancer.
Scientists are treated as rock stars.
Documentaries are popular.
Halona knew that she wanted to study science, without any real aptitude for it. Her parents, both in the STEM industry, were thrilled (and probably encouraged her a little too quickly into the field). She studies the brain, and in particular the senses. In an effort to create an empathy conductor, she stumbles upon a way to allow a person to experience the same sense that another person is experiencing instantaneously. This would be incredible, if it worked by allowing someone to see literally through someone else's eyes, or by allowing a deaf person to hear what someone else hears, or by letting congressmen feel the pain of being shot in war. Unfortunately, Halona hits a wall. She discovers that the conduit for empathy is limited to the sense of taste, the most subjective of all senses.
What good will it do to share taste with another person? People don't like the same things. If Joe eats a steak and wants to share it with Sally, you'd better hope Sally likes her steak cooked medium rare.
Halona asks her parents for help. They suggest she hide her findings. This is really rather embarrassing. It's better to have no discovery than a stupid one. Tell people you're still working on it, but don't let on that you've gotten to this result.
I mean, really.
With something as disappointing as this, you might as well have been a poltician.
Science has cured cancer.
Scientists are treated as rock stars.
Documentaries are popular.
Halona knew that she wanted to study science, without any real aptitude for it. Her parents, both in the STEM industry, were thrilled (and probably encouraged her a little too quickly into the field). She studies the brain, and in particular the senses. In an effort to create an empathy conductor, she stumbles upon a way to allow a person to experience the same sense that another person is experiencing instantaneously. This would be incredible, if it worked by allowing someone to see literally through someone else's eyes, or by allowing a deaf person to hear what someone else hears, or by letting congressmen feel the pain of being shot in war. Unfortunately, Halona hits a wall. She discovers that the conduit for empathy is limited to the sense of taste, the most subjective of all senses.
What good will it do to share taste with another person? People don't like the same things. If Joe eats a steak and wants to share it with Sally, you'd better hope Sally likes her steak cooked medium rare.
Halona asks her parents for help. They suggest she hide her findings. This is really rather embarrassing. It's better to have no discovery than a stupid one. Tell people you're still working on it, but don't let on that you've gotten to this result.
I mean, really.
With something as disappointing as this, you might as well have been a poltician.
Thursday, March 12, 2015
that play about comicon
Father opens
-set up history of things going right, popular, sports, happy wife, happy life, etc. reveal daughter has cancer. no clue what will happen, scared, one thing is wrong=everything is wrong. fighting it, battles. things look better, but that's always when the shoe drops.
-phone rings. brief conversation. tears. Thanks, I'll see you soon. Hang up. Cancer is gone. Doctor can't say it won't come back, but it is gone.
Home. Wife, Father, daughter.
Celebration. Laughter. Joy. Father explains that he was able to find some money, and we should all celebrate with a trip. Maybe somewhere in California. Maybe rhymes with "Bisney Bland". Asks her where she wants to go. "We're going to comicon!" She runs off to her room. Mom and dad don't know what that even means. Quick google. WTF. Daughter runs downstairs in a hulk mask and gloves. Father- "We are not going to comicon." "...what?" Mom- "RIGHT NOW- he means right now. We can't go right now, it's a few months away, sweetie." "Oh. That's okay, I'll wait!" She heads back upstairs.
That sounds horrible. Is this even possible? We're not going to some dumb nerd party. She just survived cancer- So now we take her somewhere that she'll get made fun of?- Who's making fun of what?- etc.
Interaction with other kids. Girls playing princess, daughter smashes castle to free other girls. Everyone plays, everyone happy, no problems with the kids. Teacher gets on to daughter for making mess/getting other kids riled up. chaos ensues.
Father, Wife's sister, Wife, daughter
At home, discussing trouble with daughter. gets heated. "But Hulk smashes." "Well, hulk is a boy. Only boys like hulk." "Well maybe I'm a boy and I'm stuck in a girl body." she runs upstairs. father, sister, wife discuss implications. "Maybe that's true, maybe he's a boy in a girls' body." "Oh give me a break, she's just confused." "Yes, of course she's confused,- no, not in the 'i'm uncomfortable with my child's preferred pronoun so i'll say confused' sense. She's confused because you keep telling her that this thing she loves can only be loved by boys. What else is she supposed to think?" I don't understand how this happened in the first place, we don't even like comic books. Well maybe you should talk to your daughter sometime, she might tell you.
-set up history of things going right, popular, sports, happy wife, happy life, etc. reveal daughter has cancer. no clue what will happen, scared, one thing is wrong=everything is wrong. fighting it, battles. things look better, but that's always when the shoe drops.
-phone rings. brief conversation. tears. Thanks, I'll see you soon. Hang up. Cancer is gone. Doctor can't say it won't come back, but it is gone.
Home. Wife, Father, daughter.
Celebration. Laughter. Joy. Father explains that he was able to find some money, and we should all celebrate with a trip. Maybe somewhere in California. Maybe rhymes with "Bisney Bland". Asks her where she wants to go. "We're going to comicon!" She runs off to her room. Mom and dad don't know what that even means. Quick google. WTF. Daughter runs downstairs in a hulk mask and gloves. Father- "We are not going to comicon." "...what?" Mom- "RIGHT NOW- he means right now. We can't go right now, it's a few months away, sweetie." "Oh. That's okay, I'll wait!" She heads back upstairs.
That sounds horrible. Is this even possible? We're not going to some dumb nerd party. She just survived cancer- So now we take her somewhere that she'll get made fun of?- Who's making fun of what?- etc.
Interaction with other kids. Girls playing princess, daughter smashes castle to free other girls. Everyone plays, everyone happy, no problems with the kids. Teacher gets on to daughter for making mess/getting other kids riled up. chaos ensues.
Father, Wife's sister, Wife, daughter
At home, discussing trouble with daughter. gets heated. "But Hulk smashes." "Well, hulk is a boy. Only boys like hulk." "Well maybe I'm a boy and I'm stuck in a girl body." she runs upstairs. father, sister, wife discuss implications. "Maybe that's true, maybe he's a boy in a girls' body." "Oh give me a break, she's just confused." "Yes, of course she's confused,- no, not in the 'i'm uncomfortable with my child's preferred pronoun so i'll say confused' sense. She's confused because you keep telling her that this thing she loves can only be loved by boys. What else is she supposed to think?" I don't understand how this happened in the first place, we don't even like comic books. Well maybe you should talk to your daughter sometime, she might tell you.
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