Archive for April, 2018

Where’s my mind???

I had forgotten to post for today. But then again, this easy you know that my blog isn’t run by an algorithm that churns out a post like clockwork, and that my posts are somewhat fresh.

It’s also been a while since I let you know what I’m doing.

I finished writing (and rewriting) that Drama I had envisioned. Going to correct it later and see if it still pleases my inner critic.

Remember the three stages of writing:
1. “This will be great.” While writing
2. “This is my best work ever.” Once done
3. “Holy shit, this is an abomination!” Some time afterwards

Currently I’m doing space/sci-fi again. Scrapped it a few times already and began anew. (When stage 3 hits during stage 1 – dang, where’s my endorphin rush?) But I’m getting there.

Once done, I want to return to the reenvisioned Whose World. Left things off mid crisis.

Finally: As always I am battling the logic impaired, scientific illiterate pond scum of the world: Antivaxxers.

When confronting these vaccine denying, pro-disease, death advocate, unscientific bottom feeders – wear protective gear.
You may be protected by vaccines, but others aren’t, and they might be cultivating shit that either has no vaccine against (yet), or that has mutated.
Be safe.

So much for an update, a late Friday post, and as always, take care
A.

Rings of Fate S3xE3 – Explorer – Settlement (pt.1)

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Dry cold air ventilated through the seemingly endless corridors, creating small drafts, dead leaves that hadn’t been collected on time, were caught in the drafts, slowly moving across the floor with a scratchy noise, until dropped off in a dead end of the currents.

Gingerly Anna O’Neill followed the leaves. Her eyes widened in joyous anticipation as she saw the heap of leaves in a corner. Gathering up speed she hopped right in, displacing all of them.

Life was fun.

Dean watched her with joy, he had taken two days off of his duties as Admiral. Ever since Diana’s death almost two years ago, he spent as much time as possible with her. During the ever so slow and gentle decrease in velocity as they approached RV-p296, he had much time to think about his cabin.

Preliminary scouts of the land had revealed the south of equatoria to be not only uninhabited, but also a lush land of rivers, lakes, forests and steppes.

Perfect for settlement.

Main colony would set up on a triangle of land at the coast, that was separated from the rest of the continent by two large rivers to two sides. He pined for living on the tip of said triangle, where the two rivers split.

Construction of the settlement had begun, carried out by the drones that had been sent ahead. Once in orbit, the Explorer would disassemble.

The rings alpha, beta and gamma, were comprised mostly of detachable units, that would be piloted down to the surface, to be used as housing in the colony. “Daddy!” Anna ran up to him, grabbing his hand, she pulled him along to another pile of leaves further down the hallway.

Never had there been so many leaves in the hallways. But the bioengineering departments concentrated their efforts on the preparations for the landing, and the separation of the lunar colony., whoch would be founded on the larger of the lunar objects.

Although the ship, and the other ships, would stay in orbit, a lunar colony was going to be established. Mining the moon was not damaging the environment of RV-p296, so once it had been established that the moon was stable, plans for a moon colony followed.

It needed to be autonomous, which was the reason for the neglect of old foliage in the hallways.

RV-p296’s larger moon was a potato shaped rock, the planet snatched up as a moon some when during its primordial years.

To acclimate Explorer’s crew to the current temperatures on their future home, the cooler air was blown through the air vents.

Not being used to that sort of weather, or any real weather at all, Dean took solace in the fact that it was spring on southern Equatoria, and after their landing, summer was going to follow.

“Admiral.” A man greeted him with a slight salute, he was casually dressed, but also semed to be adapt to military greeting. Probably reading Dean’s confused expression the man stopped. “Sorry, that I didn’t introduce myself properly. I’m Admiral Theobald Kingston.” He stretched out his hand.

It dawned on Dean.

That man was one of the people who had been put into cryogenic suspension on earth, and were currently being revived for the impending colonisation of RV-p296. “Ah. Amiral.” Dean shook the thick black hand offered to him. “Three generations, and you hadn’t come up with a better name for our new home than the scientific catalogue number?” The other Admiral jested.

“It hadn’t come up.” Dean raised his eyebrows, he nodded towards his daughter. “If you’ll excuse me, I have urgent leaf trampling business to attend to.”

Smiling benignly Admiral Kingston nodded. He was a military adviser only, no real jurisdiction, chosen solely for his expertise in military questions.

Since the crew had successfully managed to get by without his advice in the past, especially the situations with the DEHumans, he was not needed, therfore he was out of uniform. But he wanted to be needed. Wanted to lead, not necessarily in military operations.

He had made a decision in the last few hours. After almost a week out of the cryo sleep, he had learned so much, and made a decision, he never thought possible back on earth.

Docking clamps released, the metallic noise reverberated throughout half of the ring. Twenty seven colonisation vehicles dislodged, five of the pods from subalpha followed. Using the momentum from the rings rotation, the vessels aligned like a string of pearls against the blackness of space, as they headed out towards the potato shaped moon.

One of the ships carried a small thermonuclear reactor to power essential systems once the colony was set up, and solar panels should fail.

From the Ericsson logs they had gathered enough knowledge to keep the essential systems and food supplies up and running.

“Good luck on that moon, Admiral.” Dean mumbled watching the ships move off. “Thank you, and the same for that planet.” Came the reply over the radio from Admiral Theobald Kingston.

Soon, Dean thought himself, the colony will be dug in, to escape the radiation, they’ll be set up and running. And he will be their governor. What of me? I’ll be at the riverside fishing. When I look up in the sky, I will see that moon, know of the problems of a leader, chuckle and turn my gaze on the water again.

“Deep in thought, sir?” Lucy approached, a tablet in hand. Wordless she handed it to him.

Colonisation would commence in less than two weeks, but until that time there were still issues to be dealt with.

At least new problems he never have had to deal with. Seed distribution was amongst them.

Blinking for a long moment Dean shook his head. “Denied. All of it.”

“Sir?” Lucy shifted her weight to the other foot.

“The drones have identified and planted food crops on Equatoria. Food we bring with us can, and will, only be grown in the gardens of this ship, or the sister ships, and in controlled, closed environments on the surface. We will not introduce foreign species to the ecosystem down there. At least for now. Regulation for colonisation, article 41, ammendment alpha 33, from half a year ago. Look it up. The ruling bodies of all three ships agreed upon this. In fifty years, there is to be a reevaluation.”

Stunned Lucy staggered back to her station, checked the mentioned regulations.

“Greetings, Admiral.” Frail, like her thin voice, Nye Charles greeted Dean.

She was working!

She was approaching the age of 108, and still, she was working. When asked why she wouldn’t enjoy her retirement, she’d answer that retirement was for old people, and she didn’t feel old.

Of course there was a time when she felt old, and felt as frail as she looked and sounded. After discovering that her son, a linker, was on a habitable moon in the system, and had braught one of his daughters there too, for example.

Or when the Explorer flew by that colony.

Every day Nye would stand at the door to the command centre, until Dean let her in. Then she was found inside every day.

Relentlessly Explorer sent calls to the moon, registered activity, even the graviton beam was running. The ships in the bays were built.

But no one answered their hails. Much to Nye’s disappointment.

But she soon caught herself, concentrated on her daughter, grandchildren, greatgrandchildren. There simply wasn’t enough room in Nye Charles’ life to feel depressed for a long period of time.

In some way, Dean was glad to see her working again at that age. It meant she was doing fine. “Doctor Charles.” His eyes were smiling as much as his mouth.

“I just came here to see how we are doing, and how you are.” He looked the old lady in the eyes.

“I am as fine as can be, and we are doing perfect.” She directed his attention to a screen, it was an aerial view of the prepared settlement. All that was missing, were the landing crafts, space was left out in between paths. “All necessary things have been laid out. Wiring, plumbing, walkways.” She enhanced a portion of the view at the river fork. “Your track o’ land is ready as well.” She handed him a tablet, a file was ready to be transferred to his devices. “Hit send, and you’ll be a happy man.” The old woman smiled playfully through her wrinkles. “What is it?”

“A list of all edible aquatic life in those rivers.”

Laughing he hit send.

Rings of Fate S3xE3 – Explorer – Settlement (pt.1)

image

Dry cold air ventilated through the seemingly endless corridors, creating small drafts, dead leaves that hadn’t been collected on time, were caught in the drafts, slowly moving across the floor with a scratchy noise, until dropped off in a dead end of the currents.

Gingerly Anna O’Neill followed the leaves. Her eyes widened in joyous anticipation as she saw the heap of leaves in a corner. Gathering up speed she hopped right in, displacing all of them.

Life was fun.

Dean watched her with joy, he had taken two days off of his duties as Admiral. Ever since Diana’s death almost two years ago, he spent as much time as possible with her. During the ever so slow and gentle decrease in velocity as they approached RV-p296, he had much time to think about his cabin.

Preliminary scouts of the land had revealed the south of equatoria to be not only uninhabited, but also a lush land of rivers, lakes, forests and steppes.

Perfect for settlement.

Main colony would set up on a triangle of land at the coast, that was separated from the rest of the continent by two large rivers to two sides. He pined for living on the tip of said triangle, where the two rivers split.

Construction of the settlement had begun, carried out by the drones that had been sent ahead. Once in orbit, the Explorer would disassemble.

The rings alpha, beta and gamma, were comprised mostly of detachable units, that would be piloted down to the surface, to be used as housing in the colony. “Daddy!” Anna ran up to him, grabbing his hand, she pulled him along to another pile of leaves further down the hallway.

Never had there been so many leaves in the hallways. But the bioengineering departments concentrated their efforts on the preparations for the landing, and the separation of the lunar colony., whoch would be founded on the larger of the lunar objects.

Although the ship, and the other ships, would stay in orbit, a lunar colony was going to be established. Mining the moon was not damaging the environment of RV-p296, so once it had been established that the moon was stable, plans for a moon colony followed.

It needed to be autonomous, which was the reason for the neglect of old foliage in the hallways.

RV-p296’s larger moon was a potato shaped rock, the planet snatched up as a moon some when during its primordial years.

To acclimate Explorer’s crew to the current temperatures on their future home, the cooler air was blown through the air vents.

Not being used to that sort of weather, or any real weather at all, Dean took solace in the fact that it was spring on southern Equatoria, and after their landing, summer was going to follow.

“Admiral.” A man greeted him with a slight salute, he was casually dressed, but also semed to be adapt to military greeting. Probably reading Dean’s confused expression the man stopped. “Sorry, that I didn’t introduce myself properly. I’m Admiral Theobald Kingston.” He stretched out his hand.

It dawned on Dean.

That man was one of the people who had been put into cryogenic suspension on earth, and were currently being revived for the impending colonisation of RV-p296. “Ah. Amiral.” Dean shook the thick black hand offered to him. “Three generations, and you hadn’t come up with a better name for our new home than the scientific catalogue number?” The other Admiral jested.

“It hadn’t come up.” Dean raised his eyebrows, he nodded towards his daughter. “If you’ll excuse me, I have urgent leaf trampling business to attend to.”

Smiling benignly Admiral Kingston nodded. He was a military adviser only, no real jurisdiction, chosen solely for his expertise in military questions.

Since the crew had successfully managed to get by without his advice in the past, especially the situations with the DEHumans, he was not needed, therfore he was out of uniform. But he wanted to be needed. Wanted to lead, not necessarily in military operations.

He had made a decision in the last few hours. After almost a week out of the cryo sleep, he had learned so much, and made a decision, he never thought possible back on earth.

Docking clamps released, the metallic noise reverberated throughout half of the ring. Twenty seven colonisation vehicles dislodged, five of the pods from subalpha followed. Using the momentum from the rings rotation, the vessels aligned like a string of pearls against the blackness of space, as they headed out towards the potato shaped moon.

One of the ships carried a small thermonuclear reactor to power essential systems once the colony was set up, and solar panels should fail.

From the Ericsson logs they had gathered enough knowledge to keep the essential systems and food supplies up and running.

“Good luck on that moon, Admiral.” Dean mumbled watching the ships move off. “Thank you, and the same for that planet.” Came the reply over the radio from Admiral Theobald Kingston.

Soon, Dean thought himself, the colony will be dug in, to escape the radiation, they’ll be set up and running. And he will be their governor. What of me? I’ll be at the riverside fishing. When I look up in the sky, I will see that moon, know of the problems of a leader, chuckle and turn my gaze on the water again.

“Deep in thought, sir?” Lucy approached, a tablet in hand. Wordless she handed it to him.

Colonisation would commence in less than two weeks, but until that time there were still issues to be dealt with.

At least new problems he never have had to deal with. Seed distribution was amongst them.

Blinking for a long moment Dean shook his head. “Denied. All of it.”

“Sir?” Lucy shifted her weight to the other foot.

“The drones have identified and planted food crops on Equatoria. Food we bring with us can, and will, only be grown in the gardens of this ship, or the sister ships, and in controlled, closed environments on the surface. We will not introduce foreign species to the ecosystem down there. At least for now. Regulation for colonisation, article 41, ammendment alpha 33, from half a year ago. Look it up. The ruling bodies of all three ships agreed upon this. In fifty years, there is to be a reevaluation.”

Stunned Lucy staggered back to her station, checked the mentioned regulations.

“Greetings, Admiral.” Frail, like her thin voice, Nye Charles greeted Dean.

She was working!

She was approaching the age of 108, and still, she was working. When asked why she wouldn’t enjoy her retirement, she’d answer that retirement was for old people, and she didn’t feel old.

Of course there was a time when she felt old, and felt as frail as she looked and sounded. After discovering that her son, a linker, was on a habitable moon in the system, and had braught one of his daughters there too, for example.

Or when the Explorer flew by that colony.

Every day Nye would stand at the door to the command centre, until Dean let her in. Then she was found inside every day.

Relentlessly Explorer sent calls to the moon, registered activity, even the graviton beam was running. The ships in the bays were built.

But no one answered their hails. Much to Nye’s disappointment.

But she soon caught herself, concentrated on her daughter, grandchildren, greatgrandchildren. There simply wasn’t enough room in Nye Charles’ life to feel depressed for a long period of time.

In some way, Dean was glad to see her working again at that age. It meant she was doing fine. “Doctor Charles.” His eyes were smiling as much as his mouth.

“I just came here to see how we are doing, and how you are.” He looked the old lady in the eyes.

“I am as fine as can be, and we are doing perfect.” She directed his attention to a screen, it was an aerial view of the prepared settlement. All that was missing, were the landing crafts, space was left out in between paths. “All necessary things have been laid out. Wiring, plumbing, walkways.” She enhanced a portion of the view at the river fork. “Your track o’ land is ready as well.” She handed him a tablet, a file was ready to be transferred to his devices. “Hit send, and you’ll be a happy man.” The old woman smiled playfully through her wrinkles. “What is it?”

“A list of all edible aquatic life in those rivers.”

Laughing he hit send.

Rings of Fate S3xE3 – Explorer – Settlement (pt.1)

image

Dry cold air ventilated through the seemingly endless corridors, creating small drafts, dead leaves that hadn’t been collected on time, were caught in the drafts, slowly moving across the floor with a scratchy noise, until dropped off in a dead end of the currents.

Gingerly Anna O’Neill followed the leaves. Her eyes widened in joyous anticipation as she saw the heap of leaves in a corner. Gathering up speed she hopped right in, displacing all of them.

Life was fun.

Dean watched her with joy, he had taken two days off of his duties as Admiral. Ever since Diana’s death almost two years ago, he spent as much time as possible with her. During the ever so slow and gentle decrease in velocity as they approached RV-p296, he had much time to think about his cabin.

Preliminary scouts of the land had revealed the south of equatoria to be not only uninhabited, but also a lush land of rivers, lakes, forests and steppes.

Perfect for settlement.

Main colony would set up on a triangle of land at the coast, that was separated from the rest of the continent by two large rivers to two sides. He pined for living on the tip of said triangle, where the two rivers split.

Construction of the settlement had begun, carried out by the drones that had been sent ahead. Once in orbit, the Explorer would disassemble.

The rings alpha, beta and gamma, were comprised mostly of detachable units, that would be piloted down to the surface, to be used as housing in the colony. “Daddy!” Anna ran up to him, grabbing his hand, she pulled him along to another pile of leaves further down the hallway.

Never had there been so many leaves in the hallways. But the bioengineering departments concentrated their efforts on the preparations for the landing, and the separation of the lunar colony., whoch would be founded on the larger of the lunar objects.

Although the ship, and the other ships, would stay in orbit, a lunar colony was going to be established. Mining the moon was not damaging the environment of RV-p296, so once it had been established that the moon was stable, plans for a moon colony followed.

It needed to be autonomous, which was the reason for the neglect of old foliage in the hallways.

RV-p296’s larger moon was a potato shaped rock, the planet snatched up as a moon some when during its primordial years.

To acclimate Explorer’s crew to the current temperatures on their future home, the cooler air was blown through the air vents.

Not being used to that sort of weather, or any real weather at all, Dean took solace in the fact that it was spring on southern Equatoria, and after their landing, summer was going to follow.

“Admiral.” A man greeted him with a slight salute, he was casually dressed, but also semed to be adapt to military greeting. Probably reading Dean’s confused expression the man stopped. “Sorry, that I didn’t introduce myself properly. I’m Admiral Theobald Kingston.” He stretched out his hand.

It dawned on Dean.

That man was one of the people who had been put into cryogenic suspension on earth, and were currently being revived for the impending colonisation of RV-p296. “Ah. Amiral.” Dean shook the thick black hand offered to him. “Three generations, and you hadn’t come up with a better name for our new home than the scientific catalogue number?” The other Admiral jested.

“It hadn’t come up.” Dean raised his eyebrows, he nodded towards his daughter. “If you’ll excuse me, I have urgent leaf trampling business to attend to.”

Smiling benignly Admiral Kingston nodded. He was a military adviser only, no real jurisdiction, chosen solely for his expertise in military questions.

Since the crew had successfully managed to get by without his advice in the past, especially the situations with the DEHumans, he was not needed, therfore he was out of uniform. But he wanted to be needed. Wanted to lead, not necessarily in military operations.

He had made a decision in the last few hours. After almost a week out of the cryo sleep, he had learned so much, and made a decision, he never thought possible back on earth.

Docking clamps released, the metallic noise reverberated throughout half of the ring. Twenty seven colonisation vehicles dislodged, five of the pods from subalpha followed. Using the momentum from the rings rotation, the vessels aligned like a string of pearls against the blackness of space, as they headed out towards the potato shaped moon.

One of the ships carried a small thermonuclear reactor to power essential systems once the colony was set up, and solar panels should fail.

From the Ericsson logs they had gathered enough knowledge to keep the essential systems and food supplies up and running.

“Good luck on that moon, Admiral.” Dean mumbled watching the ships move off. “Thank you, and the same for that planet.” Came the reply over the radio from Admiral Theobald Kingston.

Soon, Dean thought himself, the colony will be dug in, to escape the radiation, they’ll be set up and running. And he will be their governor. What of me? I’ll be at the riverside fishing. When I look up in the sky, I will see that moon, know of the problems of a leader, chuckle and turn my gaze on the water again.

“Deep in thought, sir?” Lucy approached, a tablet in hand. Wordless she handed it to him.

Colonisation would commence in less than two weeks, but until that time there were still issues to be dealt with.

At least new problems he never have had to deal with. Seed distribution was amongst them.

Blinking for a long moment Dean shook his head. “Denied. All of it.”

“Sir?” Lucy shifted her weight to the other foot.

“The drones have identified and planted food crops on Equatoria. Food we bring with us can, and will, only be grown in the gardens of this ship, or the sister ships, and in controlled, closed environments on the surface. We will not introduce foreign species to the ecosystem down there. At least for now. Regulation for colonisation, article 41, ammendment alpha 33, from half a year ago. Look it up. The ruling bodies of all three ships agreed upon this. In fifty years, there is to be a reevaluation.”

Stunned Lucy staggered back to her station, checked the mentioned regulations.

“Greetings, Admiral.” Frail, like her thin voice, Nye Charles greeted Dean.

She was working!

She was approaching the age of 108, and still, she was working. When asked why she wouldn’t enjoy her retirement, she’d answer that retirement was for old people, and she didn’t feel old.

Of course there was a time when she felt old, and felt as frail as she looked and sounded. After discovering that her son, a linker, was on a habitable moon in the system, and had braught one of his daughters there too, for example.

Or when the Explorer flew by that colony.

Every day Nye would stand at the door to the command centre, until Dean let her in. Then she was found inside every day.

Relentlessly Explorer sent calls to the moon, registered activity, even the graviton beam was running. The ships in the bays were built.

But no one answered their hails. Much to Nye’s disappointment.

But she soon caught herself, concentrated on her daughter, grandchildren, greatgrandchildren. There simply wasn’t enough room in Nye Charles’ life to feel depressed for a long period of time.

In some way, Dean was glad to see her working again at that age. It meant she was doing fine. “Doctor Charles.” His eyes were smiling as much as his mouth.

“I just came here to see how we are doing, and how you are.” He looked the old lady in the eyes.

“I am as fine as can be, and we are doing perfect.” She directed his attention to a screen, it was an aerial view of the prepared settlement. All that was missing, were the landing crafts, space was left out in between paths. “All necessary things have been laid out. Wiring, plumbing, walkways.” She enhanced a portion of the view at the river fork. “Your track o’ land is ready as well.” She handed him a tablet, a file was ready to be transferred to his devices. “Hit send, and you’ll be a happy man.” The old woman smiled playfully through her wrinkles. “What is it?”

“A list of all edible aquatic life in those rivers.”

Laughing he hit send.