science, Science Fiction, Wild Speculation and Disjointed Ramblings

Drones Are Predators, Drones Are Prey

I wrote this bit in my notebook last year, dated 27 May 2015.

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“You see, it was observed that drones, especially the high-altitude surveillance type, emit a particular frequency of sound, and that birds were perceptive to this frequency. It was a simple enough feat to build devices that duplicated this frequency and were small enough to be portable.

“Then we started harassing the birds.

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1k/Wk, Science Fiction, Writing

The Wreck of the Xavier

“Our name for them is difficult to translate,” Voorh said. “They are somewhat like…what do you call those things, they live in your oceans, and they do little besides swim and eat and reproduce, they are a perfect predator?”

“Ummm…sharks?” Henson said.

“Yes, sharks!” Voorh said, a smile breaking out on his damp gray face as the ship shuddered from an impact. Continue reading

1k/Wk, Science Fiction, short fiction, Writing

The Gravity Gun

When the Zhitht’laxon first made themselves known to the human beings of Earth, they were like gods among us. Two hundred years of science fiction had prepared us for the arrival of these benevolent visitors, and the news of first contact caused only a minimum amount of panic. They were to usher in a new Golden Age for the Earth, as they showed us the wonders of their technological achievements. The Zhitht left behind ambassadors and a diplomatic space station that defied our understanding of physics. They mentored the most brilliant among us to raise our primitive species from the muddy depths of our history. Continue reading

Comics, Science Fiction, Wild Speculation and Disjointed Ramblings

Grant Morrison is a Multi-Dimensional Shaman

OK, so we start with the universe being infinite, and the following implication that anything that could possibly happen is actually happening somewhere out there in the inky black yonder. Our works of art are generated by some kind of connection between our world and other worlds. Not all of them (some people just write shitty stories or make crappy music or paint bullshit art, after all) but the art that is created from that place of pure inspiration that artists are lucky to tap into a handful of times in a lifetime – it can offer glimpses into these other worlds.

And maybe thinking of them existing in a far-flung corner of the universe is the wrong idea, maybe they’re right next door to us, and our worlds are all stacked on top of each other, or floating around and rubbing up against one another in different configurations, and that’s how you get trends in popular culture, they represent whatever split-dimension parallel world happens to be closest to us in the stack.

Somewhere out there is a world (or many worlds) populated by superheroes and supervillains, who read novels and comics about a mundane world where there are no powers and everyone is so oppressively equal. The variations spin off in endless iterations as we float around each other inside of some kind of nth-dimensional no-space. Grant Morrison is not a writer, he is a futuristic adventurer, pioneering the exploration of our dimensional neighbors and attempting to initiate first contact with whatever alter-verse can hear him shouting in the dark.