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The Plague Carriers

When Danaë was very young, she tried to play with the doorman’s son.

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The doorman was helping Danaë’s father with their heavy luggage. His son, perhaps a few years older than her, sat on a chair near the door, dressed in a smart brown suit. Danaë animated an image of her teddy bear, and mentally flipped it over to the boy, who didn’t respond at all.

She realized that he had no brain-ware, and therefore no way to see the bear, so she forwarded the image to the local environment instead. A ghostly, translucent bear danced its way across the sidewalk, drawn on the air by a trillion fluorescing nanites. The boy smiled at her. Then Danaë’s father grabbed her by the arm and pulled her indoors. Continue reading

Nine facets

compound_eyeLine 10: PROGRAM begins. A hexagonal pod in some run-down kapuseru hoteru, two meters by one meter by one meter, with a microwave oven at one end and a tiny TV at the other. Another cell in a hotel honeycombed with them, filled with strays, the unemployed, lesser traveling businessmen, worker bees, one single hornet. GOTO 20.

Line 20: Cars and motorbikes wage war for the marginal turf of the narrow street, shadowed by razor-sharp towers taller than infinity, lit by neon and quantum dots, shadowed once more by fog and sulfur compounds, lit yet again by the barest hint of sun behind stratus clouds. The sidewalk is still dark from the recent rain. If there is a folded paper note in my left jacket pocket, GOTO 100. Otherwise fold my umbrella and GOTO 150 for food. Continue reading

First Date

Raul was pre-breathing oxygen. He still had twenty minutes left before we could shove him out the airlock. He kept dropping the mask away from his mouth and looking out the view port though. A decade of training, and steely nerves only get you so far.

“Come on, come on, you need to focus,” I told him.
“Do you blame me?”
“You can look all you want when you’re out there.”
“I need a stiff drink,” he said.
“Yeah, that will go over well in the history books,” I said. “Why don’t you bring the bottle with you while you’re at it? Maybe they’d like to share?” I heard a couple of quiet chuckles. So much for cutting the tension. Continue reading

Apokalupsis

“I have a vision,” he said.

“Religious? Heat induced? Visual aberration?”

“No, silly. Look here,” he said, handing her the telescope, and putting his arm around her instead.

“Well there’s a bunch of ruins,” she said. “And a whole lot of rusting junk.”

“Further up the hill. See the slope?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Perfect for growing grapes,” he said.

“I didn’t know you liked wine.”

He sighed. “Just an idea, really. Probably too much work to clear everything.”

“Let’s go to the beach,” she said, changing the topic.

There were still recognizable hulks of cars parked along the boardwalk, and far less sand on the beach than when people were around to maintain it. She spread out the huge solar blanket, and he collected bits of driftwood and flotsam to anchor it in the gentle breeze.

She popped open the port on her arm, and plugged herself in to recharge. It would be some years yet before he needed to swap out his thorium battery. Years in which to find a replacement, if any such still existed.

“What are you listening to?” he asked. Her head bobbed infinitesimally to an unheard beat.

“Keldian,” she replied.

He snorted. “I didn’t know you were a metal head.”

“Well its all sci-fi themes. I just find it ironic.”

“Yeah, two androids sitting on an empty beach listening to epic sci-fi metal.” He laughed, and she slapped his arm playfully.

“Do you think there are any humans left?” she said.

“I ran into a few feral ones, years ago,” he said. “Before I met you. They tried to disassemble me.”

“What happened?” she said, sitting up.

He aimed his finger at a seagull and made a popping noise.

“Really?”

“Yeah. They didn’t give me much of a choice.”

“That’s sad,” she said.

“I know. They might have been the last ones left.”

They sat in companionable silence for a while, listening to the waves and the cries of the seagulls.

Bluestein – A Play

The setting: A castle in Central Europe, somewhere beyond the steep slope from Bohemian to Downright Shabby.

A Monster, freshly decanted from the lab, rests upon the castle walls, head on hands, contemplating the bleak landscape through the crenellations.

A Scientist, genus Mad, and his Assistant, stand and regard the Monster.

Their dispositions couldn’t be more different – the Scientist, generally choleric, currently in a state of near-depression. The Assistant, sanguine, remarkably independent of thought for someone in his position.

Scientist: This is a disaster. Continue reading

Trouble with a Pair of Dice

Lady Trouble is rolling the bones tonight. She’s been in and out all week, and I can’t figure out her angle. I’m pretty sure two of the others around the table are working for her, losing and losing again with all of their might. Then there’s a chump of a tourist, looking lost, missing all of the subtext. And me. I work here. Continue reading

Small Change

In twenty-thirteen,a team of Japanese physicists figured out how to teleport energy via quantum-entangled particles over long distances. True story. You can look it up on ARXIV yourself.

It didn’t take long before somebody thought of turning the technology into a poor-man’s laser-propulsion drive. No Niven-esque exploding sun required.

All that it would entail would be a small signal laser – no more than a few kilowatts of output – aimed at a departing spacecraft, with the provision that all of the photons in the beam were entangled.

Only a small percentage of the entangled particles would reach the receiver on the spacecraft in their original, pristine state, but those few would be sufficient to funnel, via the magic of quantum physics, the entire output of a multi-gigawatt nuclear fusion plant into a plasma rocket array mounted on a spacecraft that would carry almost no propulsive mass, and that furthermore wouldn’t require a heavy power-plant of its own.

The resulting delta-V, meaning the ability to change velocity, would resemble the vast power of a chemical rocket, but could be operated for days or weeks at a time, and with far less bulk to lug around.

The  first robotic quantum-teleportation drive mission to Mars failed to decelerate on time, and smashed into the planet with sufficient force that a telescope in orbit around Earth spotted the plume of dirt that it kicked up.

The police arrested the CEO of the power company for fraud. In a statement before the court, he apologized to the public for diverting power from the project.

“It was only a tiny percentage,” the judge said, while passing down the sentence, “but at one hundred and fifty dollars per megawatt hour, that adds up in a hurry.”

Author’s Note: I think that the space drive described here may actually be feasible. There are a number of articles on the energy teleportation method, including here. My understanding is that the current limit is a few centimeters, but there’s no theoretical upper limit on distance. I’m not sure how the quantum-entangled photons could be piped into a laser after though. Perhaps a physicist would like to chime in?