Not Going Anywhere Soon

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Ah yes, we science fiction writers dream of interstellar travel and meeting otherworldly aliens.  Imagine the excitement of a young lad watching Walter Cronkite broadcast Apollo 11’s moon landing. I must have visited the Disney Futureworld’s, Spaceship Earth a dozen times. Can’t tell you how many times as a tyke, I dreamed my real parents were due to pick me up from the star system Yucantgetthrfromhere. As an adult, it’s depressing when we have to face the real possibility, humans can’t get there from here.

The World is Not Enough, a WSJ book review by best selling sci-fi author, John Gribbin summarized a mostly positive outtake of Chris Impey’s new book, Beyond: Our Future in Space, which claims human wanderlust will eventually draw mankind to the limitless unknown. I especially like the book cover; a fully suited astronaut entering an elevator. Going up, sir?

In Gibbon’s review, Beyond takes the reader down the road of “human restlessness that drove us out of Africa”, starting with 2,000 hardy souls who survived a near extinction event 60,000 years ago (I wrote about the extinction event last year and you can find it here). Impey’s premise is that wanderlust is in our genes, and eventually humans will yearn to explore our solar system, offering a timeline for a commercial space industry starting in 2035. Holy disappointment, Heinlein, we were supposed to be on Mars by the year 2000.

As a writer, dreamer, casual ponderer of the cosmos and our place in it, I’m left to wonder why space exploration is grounded.

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Money is a realistic explanation. Plucky individuals looking for the new uncharted territory will need a lot of it to break free of earth’s gravity with regularity, certainly a lot more than Christopher Columbus needed for not discovering America. Seven billion souls to care for right here at home has already become a budget breaker, and momma is still getting pregnant.

Gribben had an interesting counter opinion to Impey’s valuation of present day developments. Our rocket science is stuck with 1960’s technology akin to a steam locomotive. “You equip it with a computer, air conditioning … put a driver with a university degree in the cabin, and it will still be the same steam locomotive. It brought to mind Rockhound’s offhand comment when their shuttle takes off in the movie Armageddon.  “You realize we’re sitting on 45,000 pounds of fuel, … and a thing that has 270,000 moving parts built by the lowest bidder? Makes you feel good doesn’t it?” No wonder the Russians had vodka on their missions. With this kind of technological progress, it’s hard to imagine going interstellar anytime soon, or anytime period.

Gribben referenced Impey’s timeline when we can expect a starting gun for exploring our little cul-de-sac in the galaxy.  Not surprisingly, Impey offers that by 2115, “children born off-Earth who’ve never been home, will come of age and agitate for self-governance.”  Can you hear the fife and drum, heralding the twenty-second century revolution?  It’s a common theme in human history and regular occurring plot line in science fiction.  We certainly won’t get beyond our own solar system unless we get past our human predilection for playing an old childhood game, Kick the Can.

As for hearing from alien relatives in the galaxy, Gibben cites Impey’s book gives us the oft-quoted reality check, “why are there no alien space probes signaling their presence to us“, alluding that we may very well be alone in the universe. Gibbon wrote a book on the subject in 2011, Alone in the Universe.  Another 2011 article on this very question is worth a revisit if you want to know more about The Great Silence. The article suggests sentient aliens may have existed, but with our youngish 4 billion year-old birth certificate in a universe that’s well past puberty at fourteen, civilizations may have gone extinct before earth was born.  Guess my imaginary alien parents aren’t coming after all.

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I’m not ready to give up on the dream of interstellar travel. If humanity has learned anything, it’s that humanity still has a lot to learn. The last two decades have confirmed the presence of black holes, developed space telescopes to see extrasolar planets, revealed space isn’t just a vacuum, and enlightened us with possibilities of a multiverse. Surely we can do better than strap oversized bottle rockets to our kiesters to mine asteroids.

Based on John Gribben’s review, Beyond: Our Future in Space, looks to be an upbeat discourse about man’s journey to reach the unknown and a worthy add to my TBR stack.  However, I’ll continue writing about a more distant future where we don’t go extinct before taking the road to another star system.

Guess that’s why they call us writers, dreamers.

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Science and the Naysayers

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I finally got around to reading the March issue of National Geographic, The War on Science, which examines why reasonable people doubt science.  For us science fiction geeks, them is fighting words (metaphorically of course, I can’t run as fast as I used to).  I’m one of those guys who thinks we should have clean fusion energy by now, and able to plan the next vacation at Playa-del-Mars. Why is water shortage even an issue anymore?  Sigh. Never thought I’d actually see members of my fellow humanity view technical advancement as a bunch of mad scientists out to destroy the world.

Neil deGrasse Tyson recently tweeted “If I were ever abducted by aliens, the first thing I’d ask is whether they came from a planet where people also deny science.”

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To Be Human, Or Not To Be

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Robot in Love - Rudy Faber

Robot in Love – Rudy Faber

Love and Artificial Intelligence

I’m working on a scene in my new book and stuck on how emotionally self-aware a robot should be. Artificial intelligence, or A.I., in science fiction go hand-in-hand, like romance titles do with ripped bodices and men with hairless chests. Which brings me to a question … can artificial intelligence ever achieve the emotional rollercoaster that defines who we are as humans?   You know, that thing called love, the craziness that alters behavior, evokes euphoria, obsession, distortion of reality, personality changes, and risk taking (loosely defined as doing really stupid shit because we can’t think straight).  Can anyone actually associate the word intelligence with love?

A.I. can be many things; a voice on a computer or command module, mechanical production, or prosthetic arm with a mind of its own, but it’s more fun to create A.I. in our own image, give them a humanistic physique so we dream about indentured servants who won’t bitch about workloads, or get a headache when daddy’s feeling frisky.

Could you love an artificial human … real love … beyond a mind-in-the-gutter play toy that knows where all the right tickle points are? For that to be possible, our robot friend will need to reciprocate with an emotional range that isn’t easily coded in algorithms, because true love … defies common sense. Continue reading

Your Shirt Just Ratted You Out

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Thinking back at all the science fiction I’ve read over the years, real-time biomedical telemetry is rarely a major theme in the story line.  Dr. Leonard McCoy of Star Trek fame pioneered scanning tools with computer assisted diagnostic tech, all so he can report:     He’s dead, Jim.

Sure, a few stories touched on “vitals” monitoring.    He’s still dead, Jim.   

Intelligent pills have already hit the test market, ready and able to snitch on you from the inside. Now, scientists have developed textiles that can monitor and transmit wearer’s biomedical info (Sparkonit, December 2014).  If you thought privacy was an issue with smart phones, wait until the healthcare industry starts insisting on textiles with biomedical remote telemetry.

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Love and the Fickle Finger of Fate

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It’s no secret that romance writers love imagining how fate throws two people together.  It’s a big part of the RWA canon.  Protag should meet love interest by chapter two and must have a satisfying ending.  Killing the love interest, like Downton Abby does with regularity, is frowned upon (but forgiven if you’re … Downton Abby).   It is not a new formula. Twentieth-century movies formatted the process for decades with “guy meets girl, guy loses girl, guy gets girl“.  Joke as I may about RWA’s blueprint, all I know about writing romantic entanglements came from published authors of romance novels, nurtured by the RWA.  They know a thing or two about love. I belong to the RWA. There – I just outed myself (but wisely waited until after the Super Bowl).

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Eating – A Humanizer in Stories Ancient and New

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Those of you who keep up with me, might have noticed I occasionally blog about food and eating, especially if it’s weird, or has futuristic nuances. If you’re interested in past articles, I pasted the links below.

A recent National Geographic article, The Joy of Food, piqued my interest with the opening quote:

“What is it about eating that brings us closer together?”

I’d like modify it to reflect a writer’s view of it.

What is it about eating that enhances a story?

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Stay in Lane

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First week of the New Year has come and gone, and I have yet to spend much time thinking about it. I have a good excuse (don’t we all). I’ve been out west the last few weeks, spending holidays with my new grandson. He manufactures enough drool in one day to fill a 55-gallon drum and I find the experience somewhat fascinating. Has to be a cottage eco-industry here somewhere.

I’m not much of a resolution person, but I’d be lying if I didn’t think about a need to hit the refresh button. Last year found me spending way too much time on social media, and not enough time on the reason I showed up in the first place, writing stories. Upside, I am slowly building a twitter following of like-minded individuals, my blog is attracting more followers every month, though Pinterest has become the equivalent of social media crack. I’ve learned more this past year with respect to the craft. Be surprised how much we think we know, but don’t. And to throw a few marbles on the hardwood floor beneath our feet, the industry continues to evolve, with heavy influences of Darwinism in which established species grow stronger and organisms able to uniquely specialize, inherit the earth.

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Bright Be The Light That Brings You Home

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Shortest day of the year is upon us.  Unless you’re lucky to live near the equator, winter is more dark hours than light, nature of our celestial place in the cosmos. Before the grumbling begins about old man winter, we’ll revel in the season with lighted decorations, lots of edible goodies, cheer, and the warm embrace of family and friends.  Through the years, my life’s journeys have carried me far from home shores, often for long periods, with coming-home-itus acute. No one feels this more pointedly than men and women in active military service.

Longing to come home is integral to the human spirit. Waiting is the other half of this longing; people on opposite ends of an invisible string pulling toward each other.

Deep is the darkness that falls down on me
Long is the long night ’til morning will be
Bright be the north star to shine constantly
‘Til winter brings you home safely to me

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A Little Progress On My Wish List

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Last year about this time, I waxed curmudgeonly on Things I’m Still Waiting For, like interplanetary ion drives, flying cars, hover boards, to mention a few.  Time magazine’s recent Best Inventions of 2014 review, has some interesting items for consideration.

First out of the chutes is a real-life hover board, not unlike the one I drooled over in the movie Back to the Future. Not exactly the fly anywhere version Michael J. Fox used, but it’s a start.  We’re still shooting objects into space via 1950’s style ballistic missiles, but it’s getting cheaper.  India just parked a satellite in Mars orbit for the paltry sum of $74 million.  Hell, that’s less expensive than retiling the old Space Shuttle.  Fossil fuel sourced energy is more popular than ever, but Lockheed’s development of a High-Beta Fusion Reactor, just might get us closer to the holy grail of nuclear fusion.  Molecular X-Rays (images of body at molecular level) might bring Dr.McCoy of Star Trek, back in vogue. The humanitarian invention of the year is a filtration system that scrubs Ebola virus from the blood stream.

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Are You Going To Eat That?

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Diehards nationwide are lining up to run in the holiday Turkey Trot.  Imagine a marathon of a different kind.  Participants hop about like caged rabbits on too much caffeine, flabs of steel barely contained by Kevlar reinforced spandex. It’s a record crowd of sumo wrestler contestants with tattooed contest numbers emblazoned on their foreheads, waiting for the starting gun for this year’s Blubber Trot.  First hundred finishers get to be first in line at the communal Horn-of-Plenty table.  Those who don’t finish, have to watch Hunger Games 3 without popcorn. Paying spectators will be allowed wander the leftover carnage and ask, “Are you going to eat that?”

It’s my annual humorous take on what I blithely refer to as the advent of blubber season (see last year’s article, Tis the Season to be Gluttonous).  The holiday season is like no other time of the year.  We dust off the George Bailey personality left in a drawer from last year, greet everyone like family, and gorge like our prehistoric forbearers did when they felled a mammoth.  Would you like leg meat or trunk? 

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