The 50689
lately i've been reading a cool sci-fi book by Alastair Reynolds called Glatic North, last year i read Pushing Ice. He writes some hard-core heavy sci-fi, but it's very rewarding. I also watched an episode of South Park the other where Cartman freezes himself because he can't wait for the nintendo Wii, and get defrosted in 500years, and hangs out with otters and stuff, i loved it, so i thought i'd try a bit of my own sci-fi, i just wrote this now in the last twenty minutes so i hope there's not too many errors. I love sci-fi because of the giant themes of life you can tackle. And span great casms of time. ANyway here is my first bit of sci-fi, enjoy:
The 50689
The number 50689 was emblazoned on the side of the carriage. Peter Rucker stepped up and onto the shiny floor that snaked like a metal worm throughout the compartment and bio-pods. His senses discerning the weight of his colleagues as they pushed in behind him, the sound of the bell outside, and the jolt as the carriage gained inertia.
‘I’ll see you in six months,’ the red-headed woman behind him said, as she moved into the nearest bio-pod and pulled tight the harness.
Peter merely waved off her remark and headed to a free pod not far away.
Charlene ran her hand through her thick fiery mane in an effort to act affronted and pulled the door shut. Peter was glad to see her disappear behind the metal, with a window too small to see her face. As the latch locked an electrocardiogram appeared across the window, her heart rate was raised. Peter smirked and found an empty bio-pod. For a moment he reflected over the past twenty-four months, Charlene had been the most annoying of his affairs, and frankly he was looking forward to his next stationing on the third sector of Mars; a whole new beginning, new mines and new women. After the six months in suspended animation he had a further twelve months to enjoy with his wife before returning to Mars.
‘Leaving soon. Come on, sir,’ a man in uniform said, appearing from seemingly nowhere.
‘I’m kind of hungry,’ Peter said.
‘Is your rath-cable broken?’
Peter heaved a sigh. His rath-cable was fine. It had been giving him enough nutrients to survive for twenty-four months, and it had enough reserves to easily complete the six month trip. ‘You got a steak?’
‘Not on Mars, sir. You’ll be home in a blink.’
Peter frowned and pulled the door shut, and strapped on the harness.
The 50689 spent the next three hours gaining speed, as it sped along the electromagnetic rail that veined Mars. As its speed reached the required velocity, it took another twenty-nine minutes to reach the hub. A ghostly strip of electricity stretched from the hub to earth, it could only be seen because of the lazer; warning spaceships to steer clear. The pilot of the 50689 cleared the take-off—the carriage hit the hub and was instantly shot along the lazer line straight to earth. Five seconds later followed the 50690.
posted by danielinamerica at 7:18 PM
5 Comments:
My favourite line: "a whole new beginning, new mines and new women"
It has a very retro 50's kind of sci-fi feel, you know the one's where all the women are always buxom and the government is always some kind of beauraracy gone mad in the face of technology. Which is cool, so much potential for having fun.
I have one request, if you're going to keep going with it please chuck some kind of really old school alien in it, one that pities us for never having truly evolved ethics as a society, so then it decides ti kill us all,no no wait it decides to just pity us all and it sighs heavy sighs whenever it refers to 'you humans'.
And it should be really weird looking, or it should be some sort of evolved abstraction, like a gestalt entity in which morality evolved along side the colour maroon and they ceated an alliance.Hell if we can keep getting those stupid AI movies year after year with all those computers who outgrow their masters then why not intelligent colours and ideas. It makes the same amount of sense.
oh man that made me laugh. I think the pitying alien thing is a great idea, yet the alien could be really highly evolved and pity us, but not understand our desire to make a beurocracy out of everything. The alien comes from a complex world, yet simple on governance.. so in order to understand the beurocracy he gets a low paying level two job with the government. Wait that sounds too much like a sit-com. I think maybe an abstract alien could be what we thought were the cannals on mars, where actually large synapses, and particles of dirt and debris moving along the canal/synapses are the equivalent of humans electro-magnetic thoughts, yet it would take a thousand years for the canals to emerge with one thought. Emergence, a set of simple things put together to become consciousness.
oh man that made me laugh. I think the pitying alien thing is a great idea, yet the alien could be really highly evolved and pity us, but not understand our desire to make a beurocracy out of everything. The alien comes from a complex world, yet simple on governance.. so in order to understand the beurocracy he gets a low paying level two job with the government. Wait that sounds too much like a sit-com. I think maybe an abstract alien could be what we thought were the cannals on mars, where actually large synapses, and particles of dirt and debris moving along the canal/synapses are the equivalent of humans electro-magnetic thoughts, yet it would take a thousand years for the canals to emerge with one thought. Emergence, a set of simple things put together to become consciousness.
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