You've already covered the plot...I'll fill in the detail. "Her heaving green bosoms drew my attention..."
On Fri, Sep 18, 2009 at 11:31 PM, archytas <[email protected]> wrote: > > Might be better if we fleshed out a book between us mate. We > obviously have time on our hands on our 'trip' back to Earth before > Europa's 'water' alters us forever (perhaps giving us something women > will never forget!) - currently we can't even build a ship that will > get us to Mars and back because we can't get enough weight in orbit to > protect us from cosmic radiation, let alone what Jupiter might chuck > our way (our genes would be well and truly spliced). With Seven-of- > Nine out there in the delta-quadrant it seems a shame to be held back > by such trifles as gravity and the speed of light, especially as she > is wasting so much time in regeneration rather than the leisure > activities she so clearly craves (you can get your 3-dimensional chess > up to speed). I think the NS editorial staff do the marking. > > One possible ending would have us on an initially godforsaken planet > beyond Alpha Proxima, space-ship screwed by an inadvertent piss in the > wrong place whilst juiced out, gradually farming hops and herbs and > about to toss on who would 'splice' to female just as a couple of > alien beauties wash up at our hastily constructed beach bar. Sex > would be their means of communicating the knowledge and joys of the > universe to us ... > > On 19 Sep, 03:52, Chris Jenkins <[email protected]> wrote: > > Brilliant! Can I vote on this somewhere? > > > > > > > > On Fri, Sep 18, 2009 at 9:46 PM, archytas <[email protected]> > wrote: > > > > > This is my entry to the New Scientist science fiction competition (340 > > > words, open until mid-October). > > > > > The New Europans > > > > > Jenkins crashed out in the living quarters, 'mushroom juice' leaking > > > from his lips, eyes bright, mind given up to peace. Europa was hard, > > > desolate work. A slug of his now cold potion and I joined his dream. > > > The transit ship was due tomorrow to take our bodies back to a bliss > > > of gravity they could understand and time away from the plasma bubbled > > > protection from cosmic radiation death that was the truth of space- > > > work. Earth was still the only home we could know, even after the wars > > > of the mid-twenty-first Century. There were homes elsewhere in the > > > universe. Europa had given up peculiar life from its underground > > > ocean, living on radiation and gravity-rift energy from Jupiter and > > > different paced transits of its main moons. Jenko motioned to take > > > another sip of the foul swill that eased the pull of competing > > > gravitation, to dream of not being human or of sweet women and cold > > > beer on sun-warmed sands. I eased the bowl to lips marked by the > > > strange burn of apparently purified water from the depths below, then > > > set some stew to fester on the geo-thermal stove. Dull stuff, but > > > better than we'd get on the weightless voyage and exercise regime via > > > Moonbase Three to our eco-bubble on Earth. We liked to pretend to > > > survive our six-month shift like civilised men discussing philosophy. > > > Other crews were carried out babbling and feet first. This concern > > > with 'face' was a vestige of what was left Anglo-Saxon in our DNA. > > > Chris, the younger man was more spliced up than me and hacked the > > > conditions better until boredom loomed on us like a fog. He was too > > > young to remember fog. I slumped beside him, a last knowing look > > > between our eyes that the morning, whatever one was in these > > > artificial conditions, began our trip to the cold lager we remembered > > > and the women who had forgotten us. New life rested quietly in the > > > sample flask. A first hope, perhaps, of a future beyond the human. > > > > > The idea is to write a few words based 100 years from now. > > > --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups ""Minds Eye"" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/minds-eye?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
