Just make sure you both don't lose the repair manual for the WCS. http://www.wimmerspace.com/Images/Pic/USSpaceLaunches/Toilet-Facilities-On-Board.jpg http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Space_toilet
On Sep 19, 8:41 am, Chris Jenkins <[email protected]> wrote: > Our analysis and data processing skills are too weak...the first step will > have to be some sort of direct neural interface from our brains to our > thinking machines. Once we can feed ideas directly from our cerebral cortex > into virtual models which can test, discard and/or approve, and extrapolate > from said data a billion times a second, our ability to innovate will in > itself be a leap of scale, logarithmically. Once we're there, I don't think > we'll be so limited to the idea of energy expended for forward motion, > instead finding ways to travel which take advantage of the fact that energy > is constantly moving at or near light speed through out the universe...we > just have to catch the wave (or particle) and hang on! > > On Sat, Sep 19, 2009 at 12:29 AM, archytas <[email protected]> wrote: > > > Trust you to have left me with the 60,000 word filler once the green > > bosoms start to heave! I can't think of a viable science-based form > > of space-time travel - even if we could form a bubble in a warp the > > Hawking radiation would fry us, though my mate's suggestion we route > > it through a pot-bellied stove and fry up our bacon and eggs on a > > ceremonial shovel has merit. My guess is we'd have to plunder all the > > energy of the solar system to get to Alpha Proxima, only to be > > disappointed on bosom size there. I thus place faith in other forms > > of life that may be proximate enough to get to with our foil and > > bubble-wrap technologies and being able to splice with them to gain > > new sensing apparatus to develop new transport technology. Algae > > collaborate to throw themselves up into the jet-stream, so it's just a > > leap of scale into the vastness. > > > On 19 Sep, 04:36, Chris Jenkins <[email protected]> wrote: > > > 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. 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