I posted this on Facebook and I do believe it says everything I need to say at this time.
“Oh crap. Blocked.”
“Now what? Jump not working. Why?”
“Correction. Jumping returning to same spot. Why again?”
“Repeating same mistake will not correct the problem.”
“Jump impossibility established. Plasma levels acceptable. Blockages?”
“Blockages 100% established and in place.”
“Support to remove blockages?”
“Support tech levels acceptable and functional.”
“Options? Problems? Quarry?”
“Quarry status established.”
“Fragmented timeline in place. Inoperable.”
“Status review. Existing in fragmented timeline. Quarry status is positive. Transported into fluid plasma star. Termination imminent.”
“Got it!” he said, the triumph clear in his voice. “Nothing like getting a Timeshifter before breakfast. Can’t even enjoy breakfast on the patio without the damn things trying to suck your blood. They’re worse than mosquitoes,” he said lifting his orange juice to his lips.
Nobody even suspected that angels were actually real. Oh, we knew about the legends and the religious stories but in our scientific wisdom we never suspected they really existed And we’re not talking about a Biblical storied death but a real, organic heart-stopping falling-to-earth-dead death.
The day they died, a storm of white feathered bodies crashed across earth and snow-white feathers with a quickly dulling finish littered our wondering world. It was all that was broadcast and all that was talked about; more than a few theories from church, state and science propagated across social media channels to either derision or belief. Point and counterpoint erupted into violence in many parts of the world including, most notably, Pakistan and the American South. While everyone picked up one feather out of curiosity, few picked up a second as the feathers corrupted quickly on human touch, decomposing into grey mush that left a death-stench that would not wash off. The fetid air putrefied and most threw up repeatedly and uncontrollably. There was no place to hide from the stench, to escape or remove it, and this, of course, only added to the despair.
We simply stopped believing – not that they needed our belief to live, this is no Peter Pan story after all – but stopped dreaming and caring. We drew our breaths for ourselves and not to share.
There are laws of unintended consequences and when you vote for an expedient way to live, when you vote for the laws of expediency to rule, you get to live with the consequences. Turns out that air pollution and global warming destroyed their upper-air environment.
This was not our intent to be sure but still – when an angelic being dies, it’s dead.
And we’re left now looking up, not only in regret, but wondering what’s left to fall.
OK, I can just hear you now… What’s he doing? Seriously? And what is he up to now.?
What’s Transmedia Storytelling?
Think Star Wars.
You can watch the movie (one medium), read a comic book, (second medium) read a hard cover book (#3) watch cartoons of the same story (#4) read fan fiction (#5) listen to a podcast (6) and the list goes on… and on.
One story – different mediums.
I Heard About the Theory
So I took a course (as of this publication date, I’m still taking it)
So What Am I Doing On This Site?
I’m experimenting madly. Naturally. 🙂
You can see the beginning of my storytelling adventure right here
Click the various topics to open up stories, interesting links and more.
I’m at the very beginning of this and not sure how far to push it along. For example, I’m not sure about using video on this site. How “interesting” would it be to watch an author tell/read stories? (Not very interesting in my opinion but…)
I did just (June 7th) open up a podcast account to upload audio to this site and to your podcast app.
So you’ll be able to read and listen to the stories and posts as soon as I get that sorted out.
Understand It’s An Experiment
And as with any experiment, there will be some good points and not-so-good points.
And I’ll look forward to hearing from you about which is which.
As it turns out, it only takes one small mistake and life changes
“Thank you for coming today. As science writers, we’re glad you’re here because you’ll understand the issues better than a general reporter. I’d like to report on an experiment Dr. Kingsley and I did with RNA and DNA based chips.
Kingsley and his team set about creating the RNA strands while my team and I did the DNA. We each designed and delivered a molecule with four decision points rather than the two on a silicon-based chip. Both chips were extremely powerful as you can imagine and this slide shows you the single microscopic living structure much smaller than a dust particle.
Imagine a single mote of dust floating around in your room and the only way you can see it is when you look at it against a brightly lit window. You see those dust motes floating there? Over by that window? Those are what we built. Or, they will be shortly as they combine into what we’re calling a utility fog.
As you can imagine, these computer chips replicate just as all good cells do when a bit of RNA meets some DNA. They were supposed to be incompatible, but it turns out where there’s a will to survive, there’s a way to survive and the damned things mutated on their own. We should have thought of this of course. But we didn’t have a priest on our team to consider such things, just scientists with an above average amount of hubris. My apologies. And no, the apology may not be enough by the time I finish this briefing.
Our initial evaluation determined it was the cleaning people who took a prized and very expensive Montegrappa Chaos pen out of George’s lab coat hanging in the closet through the barrier. George cleaned the exterior rigorously, but who would have thought the molecules would both escape a containment barrier system and would get inside the pen. George obviously opened and refilled it in the lab.
We speculate the molecules joined into a unit large enough to make a decision and that decision was to escape via the pen. Think of the intelligence involved at even that most basic combination level!
In many ways, this is an amazing behavior, but it is the heart of our current problem. No, let me continue my basic explanation before we get sidetracked with questions. Thank you.
I want you to imagine a single-celled nanobot based on both RNA and DNA. It combines with another nanobot and this doubles the processing power.
I can hear you thinking, “What’s the problem? Only a few molecules escaped.”
Let me be clearer. They were DNA and RNA and they combine to form a single cell. But here’s the thing, all life started with a single strand of DNA and RNA and grew from there.
Ah, I see you’re getting it now. Yes, the nanobots will increase in number. And it will be an exponential curve because the damnable things have all the food they require from sunlight and other living material. We’re assuming they will adapt and change to consume available nutrients. Yes, that’s the way we designed the original DNA as a way of producing more. So instead of having to make individual nanobots in a lab, they would be self-replicating in their intended function.
As their numbers increase, and as they bond together, they’ll form living computers.
Yes, it does rather appear we’ve created a synthetic form of life. No, please let me finish before you ask any more questions.
If you understand the molecules will continue to multiply, and they’ve an almost inexhaustible supply of energy, you understand they’ll invade every system on the planet. So all of us speaking to you today have these nanobots inside us. And now you do as well.
Please, let me finish. Yes, everyone within a hundred miles of the lab likely has them inside them. And they’ve infected the soil as well, so it’s only a matter of reaching next spring before plant roots absorb them and all soil and plants contain them. That’s the basic thing you need to know. Are there any questions?
Ah yes, that’s the question isn’t it. Can they be stopped or controlled? Without a full atomic sterilization of this area for 500 to 1000 miles – remember they’re floating on the wind or have already been picked up by migrating birds – they’re out of control. My guess is by the time any government decided to nuke us, the nanobots would be well beyond any bomb zone. Remember, they’re on the wind as dust and thousands of migrating birds have them as well.
They are or will be part of all of us. And they’ll all be connected as one computing unit. Imagine the entire world as a single giant computer and each of us will be a single chip in the overall design. We believe the computing power once they’re all joined will be far beyond the individual computing power of the human race. So yes, we’ve likely created a super intelligent true artificial intelligence with a biological base.
Will it kill us? Ah yes, that’s another good question. The answer is we don’t believe so. Humans are, after all, the major tool construction system on the planet. Once the nanobots decide to travel to space, we’re the perfect vehicle to create the transport method or spaceship and protect the nanobots while they travel. And to give you the alternate opinion from our group, there’s a very good chance the nanobots will restrict and reduce human numbers to a sustainable level.
What do they do? We’re not sure of the end point but I want you to imagine that every plant, every bit of soil, every animal, every human being is infected and partially composed of these nanobots.The bots are experimenting on us.
Excuse me for turning my back to you and dropping my pants but it’s the only way to show you.
Can you see clearly? In my case, you can see the vestigial tail is being reformed. I have no idea how long it will be or what function it will have. Other members of the team have different physiological, chemical or internal transformations under way. There’s obviously an intelligence living inside us.
We believe the experiment has now been reversed and we’re the test subjects not the testers. And no, we have no idea where this will all end. But if you will excuse me I’m making a personal decision about this.”
The gunshot reverberated in the small room.
Image courtesy Pixabay.
Sunny, cold mornings in the midst of summer don’t stir memories as do the fires of fall or the stirrings of early spring. Fall days bring reminders of chores to be done, of days lost to staring at computer screens and trying to make some sense of the world. The spring days brings a renewed sense of hope and fresh air to my world.
I sit trying to understand a world where the old ways have begun to accelerate their demise – cracked in the world wars of the last century, and the incessant smaller conflicts. Chunks of our humanity have been removed in the technology explosion of the late century, the chip-driven, world we live in is far removed from those days of slow Sundays and pleasant parks.
It is a walled world; a world of fear on one side with immense but unusable power and the pounding of the mass outside the gates looking on. Gates don’t last forever, particularly electronic ones, and this one is crumbling under the pressure. There is a rush to get in on the final days of the empire – to get enough to protect oneself and family and to grab a taste of the good life while it still exists in all its excessive glory.
I don’t remember mornings like this from my childhood. I was blessed in that my childhood was gloriously normal, spent doing childhood things like building tree houses and fording swamps on the way to conquest and adventure.
It’s all a blur of things that children find important – that the neighbor farmer shot a crow every year and hung the carcass in one of the fruit trees to keep the crows away from the corn. That his wife was up every morning at sunrise to weed the endless rows of vegetables by hand – one elbow on her knee supporting herself as she bent over pulling weed after weed from the spotless fields of plants. Of carrying water from their well to our house before my dad dug our well by hand. Of my brother falling, fracturing his skull but living for another 30 years and being so proud of his bandage-hat. The horseshoe scar was a forever-reminder of that adventure.
I remember hot days beside the swimming pool playground (it cost a quarter to go swimming – big money in those days) and we’d sometimes swim in the pool and sometimes swim in the creek beside it. The creek had currents to float on (until you hit the shallows and bumped painfully across the rocks) and the pool was chlorine crystal-clear to hurt your eyes.
I remember those days and marvel at the end of them; lost in the progress of the chip. And I mourn that lost innocence.
But the wonder of these days entrances me.
- How fast we all move.
- How far our horizons could be.
- What separations we’ve created in our lives and societies.
If the printing press brought on a hundred years of civil unrest in politics, religion and society, how long will this computer impact last?
And more to the point, who will survive afterwards? And what will this world look like?
Even more to the point, what are you doing to make it more human?