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Harlem Shake read along.

Writing has become one of my many joys in life.  Reading a good story is also a one of the things I do to have fun.  Now I would like to invite you to do them both with me together.  Here’s how you can do it with me.  Each week I will post a new chapter of a story. Follow along with me as I write.  You will be able to interact with me and possible find your way into my story.  I will name character in the story after people who give me useful commentary. 

Just when New Yorkers were given the wakeup call into the realities of Global Warming by Hurricane Sandy NYers adjusted quickly especially the people of Harlem.  They quickly made hurricane prep a part of their culture and continued living with the absence of storm fear.  However, they’re not done learning about the powers of this planet. These Harlemites become the hosts of yet another one of mother nature’s catastrophes.  Few people knew there was a fracture in the bedrock of the village of Harlem.  When this inactive fault line under Harlem’s famed 125th street becomes active all of Harlem begins to shake as New York experiences a category 8 earthquake.  Find out who will survive this catastrophic extinction level event.  Read along as Jeff Carroll, a wanna be Harlemite crafts an adventurous tale set in a city of chaos.

Kenny a television audience producer is prepared for everything Murphy’s Law can throw at him.  With the help of his roommate, high school friends and running buddies he manages to generate a packed audience through the challenging weather conditions.  So when the forecast is for a Sandy level hurricane Kenny has no problems getting over 3000 people to break from their storm prep and come out to the Apollo Theater.  Not in his wildest dreams would he think that his team of audience coordinators would have to navigate block long crevasse, collapsing buildings and lawless streets. It will take all of his team’s skills to escape being buried under the rubble of this world famous concrete jungle.

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inadvertenly I've been there...

I hope it is safe to talk about these things, it's been a while. I used to work as an electrical drafter at NASA Glen. It was a 5 year contract and when it ran out, I tried to get an extension. I helped do some wiring drawings to install new wiring in some of the labs. Man, that was an adventure. No white walls or coats there, small sliver of a dingy room behind rows of iron barn type doors. There was a strange place though, I don't think I was allowed to go in there. Pretty big space, had an old phone booth in the corner. At certain times 10 people would go in there and 7 come out. This happened on a regular basis.

I was working late one day and 3 people in astronaut gear came out. They were talking about the space station and how it was a good show. Curiosity is not my strong suit but I couldn't help it and hid in the scaffolding. I saw them go in the phone booth, all of them, 10 people. With each person they shut the door and then the next. There was no eerie sounds, no hum or flash of lights.

I got down from my perch and looked closer. Yep, small glass box, a folding glass door, but no phone. I opened the door and stepped inside, the walls turned into a mirror and back to clear glass. I became disoriented, it surprised me so I let out a shriek. I launched my body through the opened door to dash across warehouse only to hit the wall of a storage bulkhead. I've seen this place before in pictures, International Space Station. I swallowed hard, got back into the phone booth, it did the mirror thing again and I flung through the doors into the big room. I thought I escaped unnoticed and went home. The next day some people saw me coming, made muffled screaming noises behind my back and laughed between themselves after I walked past. 

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Interrupted Journey: Part 9

Alita and the surviving crew took refuge in a cave after she landed the pod. Of course it was a rough landing and Alita could only breathe relief that no more crew members perished. She scurried from the cave when darkness fell. She knew she was taking an enormous risk returning to the pod. But she needed its communication equipment…what she could salvage of it at least.

She ran through a forest of rock outcroppings, halting every twenty yards or so to survey her surroundings, wary of Hooper’s search parties. The pod lay up ahead, resting in a clearing, tilted at a severely lopsided angle. When she saw no criminals in sight, she moved in, her rifle in firing position, sweeping right to left.

“Don’t be alarmed.”

The voice came from behind her. Alita didn’t panic as military training and battle honed reflexes kicked in. She dropped and twisted, swinging her weapon about in a full 360 until she had it pointed at… “Dern!”

“You realize, I would have disarmed and incapacitated you in less than two seconds,” the armored man boasted with amusement in his voice.

“You realize I can still shoot you for sneaking up on me,” Alita replied peevishly, before breaking into a smile. She lowered the weapon, looking Dern up and down. “How are you? Fully charged?”

“Fully, but not up to full capacity.” Dern pointed to the pod. “I take it you’re going for the comm.”

Alita nodded. “That’s the plan. With no goons around, it should be no problem.”

“Lead the way,” Dern said. “I’ll cover.”

The pair made a short dash for the pod.

Alita squeezed through an entry hatch that was partially closed due to damage from the landing.

Dern followed, forcing the hatch door fully open by way of his suit’s strength enhancer.

Alita went to the console and set her rifle on the floor. “Instruments got banged up a bit. I tried sending a distress after we landed. It didn’t go through.” She pried off a panel and proceeded to dismantle the communicator.

“Wait,” said Dern, reaching down and placing an armored hand over a latticework of exposed circuitry. “The hardware might need a boost.” His hand glowed briefly, initiating a similar response from the console. He stepped back. “Give it a try.”

Alita toggled a sequence of switches and threw an approving glance Dern’s way. “Comm is up. You saved me some repair time. I just sent a distress. While I’m at it, I’m going to scan for patrol ships.”

After a moment, the comm emitted a low variable hum.

“That sounds like a contact,” Dern remarked hopefully.

Alita raised a brow. “It’s something. I’m trying to clear away static. The contact registers at the periphery of this comm’s transmission range…damn. It’s gone.” She drew up in alarm. “The distress transmittal is gone, too! I think we’re being jammed.”

“The comm’s activation must have triggered an alert in Hooper’s camp,” said Dern. “If they have comm detection gear, then this pod has already been pinpointed. We have to go.”

“I’ll shut it down. I might be able to modify it enough to mask an outgoing signal…”

“There’s no time for that,” Dern insisted. “Come on!”

Dern rushed to the pod exit, with Alita close behind.

They practically leapt through the hatch. Dern grabbed the woman’s arm and accelerated several dozen feet across open ground.

A sleek arrow shaped object shrieked from the sky punching through the pod’s hull seconds after they vacated it. The next instant a hellish flash turned the pod into flaming wreckage.

Shockwaves rippled forcefully from the blast, swatting Dern and Alita to the ground.

A gray, bloated craft glided overhead.

Dern recognized the craft as being a Scythe, a close air support vehicle.

The present version descending into the canyon was definitely antiquated; probably well over a century old. But its ordnance was undoubtedly recent.

Dern’s enhanced vision zoomed in on the craft, spotting its bottom-mounted launcher loading a fresh missile. The launcher swiveled toward him.

Dern raised his arm, triggering a blast of plasma from his bracelet. The beam traced a scorching path skyward, striking the Scythe in its nose section before it could release its missile. The Scythe’s front end vanished. The rest of it spiraled into the canyon, wrapped in a fiery blanket where it collided next to the pod’s mangled remains.

“Let’s go!” Dern hustled Alita to her feet. “Where’s your hideout?”

Alita pointed to her right and led the way through a thick, mazelike cluster of towering rock outcroppings.

 

 

From inside his command TVV, Hooper pounded a fist on his knee in frustration after witnessing the Scythe’s destruction on one of the vehicle’s live monitors. He had paid a pretty penny to establish some degree of air power on this benighted planet.  Former Coalition combat aircraft were certainly not easy to come by. No way he was sending his remaining four Scythes into that kill zone. Not yet at least. He hopped out of the TVV and called over his top officer, a rangy, Mohawked tough named Vlados. “Looks like they’re heading south. Send down a tracker, source their general location then hit ‘em with Shatter Busters.”

Vlados’s lips creased open, revealing an unsavory gap toothed grin. “Gladly, sir.”

Tunnal, idling nearby, approached the settlement leader. “I’d like to think Shatter Busters’ll do the job, especially when it comes to Lowtower. But I won’t be convinced until we pull his cold carcass from the rubble.”

“Fine,” Hooper said tersely, rubbing sweat from his forehead with the back of his forearm. “You can have that opportunity when you lead the search party to recover his body.”

Tunnal smiled.

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London-based Spanish documentary photographer Cristina De Middel self-published The Afronauts that explores a space program started in 1964 by a schoolteacher who dreamt of sending Zambians to space at the height of the space race between the Soviet Union and the United States. De Middel (whose photos are included in The Shadows Took Shapewrites,

“I respect the basis of the truth but allow myself to break the rules of veracity, trying to push the audience into analyzing the patterns of the stories we consume as real. Afronauts is based on the documentation of an impossible dream that only lives in the pictures. I start from a real fact that took place 50 years ago and rebuild the documents, adapting them to my personal imagery.” –Cristina De Middel

People who cannot envision themselves leaving their neighborhood or block will never be able to imagine themselves as space travelers (or scientists). To declare that the most likely future is one in which ‘we only have ourselves and this planet’ is the reason only fourteen space travelers are black. We need to imagine greater.

“What happens when third world youth gain increasing access to technologies that were practically unimaginable just a few years earlier?” asks the Ghanaian writer Jonathan Dotse on his blog. “What happens if this trend continues, say, fifty years into the future? And whose job is it to answer these questions? Science fiction writers, of course.”

Dotse notes that today it’s science fiction writers who are answering these questions. Tomorrow it will be astronauts and that isn’t fiction. 25 year-old South African DJ Mandla Maseko was picked to be one of 23 young people to board the Lynx Mark II space shuttle in 2015. Maseko was born and raised in a dusty township in South Africa and never dreamed his life would be as big as it has become.

"I'm not trying to make this a race thing but us blacks grew up dreaming to a certain stage. You dreamed of being a policeman or a lawyer but you knew you won’t get as far as pilot or astronaut. Then I went to space camp, and I thought, I can actually be an astronaut.” – The Root

Cristina De Middel writes,

"The beautiful part of it and the part of the story that I really focus on is not what they actually did, because their training was very rudimentary," De Middel told SPACE.com. "I don't know, but I don't think they were really, really serious about going. Everything happened in 1964, that is when Zambia gained independence, and they wanted to show the rest of the world that they were a big country, as big as the ones that were doing the space race at the time."

It is because Mandla Maseko watched the science fiction series Star Trek and films such as Armageddon and Apollo 13 that he could imagine what it would be like to be an astronaut. Maseko told the Guardian, "I thought, that looks fun," but he never imagined that one day that would be him. I believe that being able to see ourselves in the future is half of the battle.

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2013 Was The Year In Cultural Appropriation

To be honest, 2013 was a tough year for black folks. Every year has its share of racist activity and bad news, but there was something about this year that made it seem like white people had set claims on aspects of black culture in ways they never had before. We'll admit, this isn't the first time (Elvis anyone?), and it certainly won't be the last, but it was quite possibly the most painfully obvious.

Every time we turned on the television, computer or radio, it seemed pop culture was saturated with songs, dances or trends that originated in the African-American community and all of a sudden people were praising and paying close attention to things that had existed for years.

So we decided to pull together all of the examples of things pop culture stole this year, from dances to music genres and even rappers themselves, not many things in black culture were safe this year

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the power we had

Years ago I had an interest in all things mystical, of late African astrology. I thought it was maybe similar to today's horoscope so I was ready to match up Egyptian names to Roman names and call it a day. Now I read that African astrology was not star science alone. Then they showed a person 'consulting the bones" and I said wait a minute. Then they explained a system similar to Iching. How in the heck can you...........the key to this "science" is geomancy. I understand because geomancy has to do with magnetic lea lines in the earth. I have read about people finding water with willow sticks and churches built on sites where lea lines crossed supposedly a place of power. Natural forces that many unknowing religious people call pagan. Prayers said on places of power are more in touch with the creator, it is said. Forget god as some man in space, no man in personage or imagination, raw cosmic power and men's minds in harmony.

So many stories of Africans being natural people in tune with the earth. I am believing we with our education, religions and technology have become the savages because we overrun nature, we disregard nature.

I was threatening to deforest my yard of all trees. I looked up into the sky and saw jet trails crisscrossing and lingering longer than the clouds. I wonder what their spraying, jet trails are supposed to be momentary. Then I thanked the trees for covering my yard and protecting my health.

How simple my life would be if I could celebrate nature, the seasons, my ancestors and be done with it. All the stupid notions I've been taught swamp my mind with their importances, most really don't matter. I step out of my house into my yard, look at the trees, the sky, the earth. I take a big relaxing breath and feel it all about me, I'm in my creator, my creator is in me. I wonder if I can sense lea lines and what power do they hold for me. The ancients had ways we call all kinds of evil names and yet at a distance we marvel at the science they knew. Nah, it can't be that, that's witchcraft, that's voodoo, that's pagan-heathen and we are fill in the blank whatever. Let's see you build a pyramid or obelisk or smell the wind or sense the presence of "spirits". We live blindly, beat each other with remote media, stupid conversation, are addicted to entertainments. My bandwidth is full and when it all stops I sleep. Damn those dreams, by the time the crap plays out, the sun is coming up again. I'll have to get a drum again, listen to the wind whistle through the branches and accompany with noises of my own.

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The Day I Wept...



I wept because Carl had been such an inspiration to me, to astronomers, children, physicists, scientists, engineers, technologists, writers, television, movies and film: singularly as much popular impact as Star Trek on a vision of the future and our participation in it.



Three years later, the destiny of entropy came for my father.



Like the death of Charles M. Schultz in 2000 and my mother in 2009, I wept. I felt the passage of time as my childhood heroes were rapidly exiting the scene, seeing but not quite making it into the 21st century (except mom), where entropy will ultimately claim me.



I'm encouraged COSMOS is getting a "reboot" of sorts, but the media is so vastly different than then; so purposely distracting. Whatever the provider or package: can anyone watch all the channels you currently have access to? It's a quaint madness of sorts.



It's hard for kids these days to imagine television going OFF except for some interruption by storms or power outages; prior to 1980 of there being three main channels that broadcast locally, a UHF (ultra-high frequency station, with snowy reception) and PBS. In the advent of COSMOS in 1980, the only cable network news channel was CNN (1 June 1980); MTV would launch 1 August 1981. That was it, so Carl had for the most part, everyone's undivided attention by default, and captured the national imagination.

My concern is shared by David Morrison, a doctoral student of Carl's: your chances of seeing his professor were very high then, whereas Dr. Tyson, Hayden Planetarium Director and well-known for his Star Talk Internet Radio broadcasts, has a vastly more challenging landscape (see "I plan," next paragraph). The unfortunate consequence of popular shows like "The X-Files" and "Millennium" is that each in its own way reinforced the post-Fairness Doctrine demise narrative that "government can't be trusted," and by extension anything its researchers say about science and nature beyond another consumer product. Note the chart from the same article (link at "your chances of seeing" above, same paragraph):







I plan* to rebroadcast, post, Facebook, Tweet and embed; do as much as I can to help push the ratings up. This is important, now more than ever! Hard science is under assault in America, and the joke's going to be on us soon as the saner parts of the planet refuse to follow us down our yellow brick road primrose path of inanity. If we could stop fighting the Civil War for a nanosecond, I'm confident we'd increase our science sagacity as a nation.

I hope you join me, I could use the help. One could become dozens; hundreds; thousands to 500 million; on a planet of 7 billion, a small fraction. Science not in the public sphere - resisted with open hostility - in an ever technological new century is the formula for national bankruptcy and moribundity.

We've become trivial beings, self-centered and more interested in the latest faux adventure on (non) "reality TV," fashion, gadgets and politicized news than things that really matter.



The Carl Sagan Memorial Station above is a fiction of "Enterprise." The Martian "monument" computer-generated, and featured in a scene on one of the last shows before its cancellation. If you can't read the quote above from Carl, it says:




"Whatever the reason you're on Mars, I'm glad you're there, and I wish I was with you."



If we ever get our acts together, it could one day be more science than fiction.


It would honor Carl, and ultimately ourselves.

Site: Carl Sagan


Please consider taking up my "COSMOS Reboot*" support challenge.  Look for the show site when it's launched, and spread the word on social media. You're a hero in a few clicks.
Taking a blogging break. Please enjoy all the current posts.
See you with new posts in 2014.

Enjoy Christmas, Feliz Navidad, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Noel, Saturnalia, Solstice, Yuletide.
Yep, that didn't cover it all, but I think it covered enough. Smiley
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Trojan Asteroids...

Image and excerpt source: COSMOS: The SAO Encyclopedia of Astronomy

Asteroids sharing an orbit with a planet, but which are located at the leading (L4) and trailing (L5) Lagrangian points, are known as Trojan asteroids. Although Trojan asteroids have been discovered for Mars (4 to date, 1 at L4 and 3 at L5) and Neptune (8 Trojans, 6 at L4 and 2 at L5) and even Earth (1 Trojan at L4), the term ‘Trojan asteroid’ generally refers to the asteroids accompanying Jupiter.



SETI Institute: Scientific Premises and Technological Challenges of Deep Space Round Trip Exploration to Jupiter Trojans and Even Further
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Here's an opportunity for illustrators. A mentor of mine sent this to me and I'm thinking of entering, so i thought I'd share with you all. Happy holidays.

-Rob

Here is the website link: http://www.silentbookcontest.com/silentbookcontest/index-eng.html

The Town of Mulazzo and the Association Montereggio Paese dei Librai /IOB International Organisation of Book Towns, with the support of Carthusia Edizioni and in collaboration with the IBBY Italia and Bologna Children’s Book Fair, presents the first edition of the International SILENT BOOK CONTEST expressly dedicated to Silent Books, that is, illustrated books without words.
The 2014 SILENT BOOK CONTEST will give prize money and publication to an original illustrated and unpublished book project that has been created and produced exclusively through narration by illustrated images.. Given that the illustrated book and the visual language of illustrations and pictures is in no way secondary to written language, with a universal power and potential that supersedes any barrier of language or genre, the SILENT BOOK CONTEST competition invites authors and illustrators to think up and design a book conceived exclusively for the telling of a story through illustrated images, on any subject and intended for a wide and diverse section of the reading public, regardless of genre or age.
From the book designs sent to the competition by the 31st January 2014, an international Jury will select from five to ten finalists to be announced at the Bologna Children’s Book Fair during March 2014. The author of the book project selected as winner by the International Jury will receive an award of Euro 4.500 as advance against copyright with regular publishing contract and the winning book project will be published by CARTHUSIA Edizioni. The book will be presented at the award ceremony to be held in Septemkber 2014 at Montereggio di Mulazzo.

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Want a Postcard? I'll send you one

Hey folks, Just want to share a free postcard. If you would like one of these, please comment or message me. I have about 5 or 6 left of each, so I want to get them on people's refrigerators. Shout out to all the illustrators on here giving each other feedback and inspiring us to keep creating regardless of how tough the path is. Much love BSFS!!

-Rob

If you dont want to message me here you can hit me up at info@robdontstop.com

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I thank God for my wife!

December 18th thru the 22nd  Squirrels & Puppies Dark Morality Tales will be free for the Amazon Kindle.
In the meantime, I'm still working on "Ruins of the Fall".  I have about 14 chapters written so far, making it already longer than my last book.  My lovely wife has been supportive of my endeavors.  I recently have found out that my wife has actually been paying attention to my work.  Before I thought she was simply telling me that my work is good because I'm her husband, but I let her read my latest chapter entitled "The Colored Girl" and she told me, flat-out, it needed work.  
The main character, Zisa Francoeur, transformed from a mild-mannered victim to a cold-blood killer far too quickly, she said.  Then she dropped the bomb on me.  She said that my main character wasn't angry enough and didn't have enough pain in her life.  I like to think that I torture my main characters as if I were some sadistic god-figure.  However, my wife has informed me that this last story was a little lacking in that department, so I'm going to have to go back and do a major re-write on the chapter. 
I feel very good about this.  For a while, I was worried that "Ruins of the Fall" might not be as good as "Squirrels & Puppies" because I haven't had the opportunity to workshop "Ruins" but with my wife giving me honest critiques (even though she finds my works disturbing) I know "Ruins of the Fall is on track to be my best work yet. 
Thank God for giving me such a wonderful, beautiful wife!
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DNA Codex...

Scientists have discovered a code within a code (Source: cosmin4000/iStockphoto)

While we all know DNA instructs our cells how to make proteins, scientists have now discovered a second DNA code that suggests the body uses the same alphabet to speak two different languages.



The findings in the journal Science may have big implications for how medical experts use the genomes of patients to interpret and diagnose diseases, say researchers.



The newfound genetic code within deoxyribonucleic acid, the hereditary material that exists in nearly every cell of the body, was written right on top of the DNA code scientists had already cracked.



Rather than concerning itself with proteins, this one instructs the cells on how genes are controlled.



Its discovery means DNA changes, or mutations that come with age or in response to viruses, may be doing more than what scientists previously thought, say the researchers.



"Now we know that this basic assumption about reading the human genome missed half of the picture."



"Many DNA changes that appear to alter protein sequences may actually cause disease by disrupting gene control programs or even both mechanisms simultaneously."



ABC Science: Scientists discover second, secret DNA code
IEEE Explore: DNA and Quantum Theory

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Ubiquitous Antiquity...

Life on other planets could have been warmed by the afterglow of the Big Bang.
L. CALÇADA/ESO

Aliens might have existed during the Universe’s infancy. A set of calculations suggests that liquid water — a pre­requisite for life — could have formed on rocky planets just 15 million years after the Big Bang.

Abraham Loeb, an astrophysicist at Harvard University in Cambridge, Massachusetts, has realized that in the early Universe, the energy required to keep water liquid could have come from the cosmic microwave background, the afterglow of the Big Bang, rather than from host stars. Today, the temperature of this relic radiation is just 2.7 kelvin, but at an age of around 15 million years it would have kept the entire Universe at a balmy 300 kelvin, says Loeb, who posted his calculations to the arXiv preprint server this month.

Loeb says that rocky planets could have existed at that time, in pockets of the Universe where matter was exceptionally dense, leading to the formation of massive, short-lived stars that would have enriched these pockets in the heavier elements needed to make planets. He suggests that there would have been a habitable epoch of 2 million or 3 million years during which all rocky planets would have been able to maintain liquid water, regardless of their distance from a star. “The whole Universe was once an incubator for life,” he says.

Nature: Life possible in the early Universe
Physics arXiv: The Habitable Epoch of the Early Universe, Abraham Loeb

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4 for you... Ebooks Galore.

         Just in for the holidays... Ebooks Galore.  

         My father found Bin Laden is now available as a kindle download or any other

         electronic reader.

         Plus, let's get some Jello Pudding Pops in the mix with some interesting

         anthology series, called Immortal Fantasy, which is my version of  Heavy Metal

        magazine.  Its an all genre book, so there is something for every fan of all

         storytelling media in graphic form.

           And speaking of graphics, last but not least is the Little Miss Strange graphic

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                 Here's the book that started it all...

                     Little Miss Strange....the world's first black alien sorceress.  

            

                    link for this ebook is here....

                    http://www.amazon.com/Little-Miss-Strange-Winston-Blakely-ebook/dp/B00860MXIS/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=1-5&qid=1387240207

             Now that a cool collection of e books... check it out.

     

         

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Interrupted Journey: Part 8!

Rocket explosions broiled around Dern. He weaved through a barrage untouched, rolled and rebounded to his feet with bracelet arm extended. Plasma bursts discharged from the bracelet stabbing into three TVVs. The vehicles went up in sheets of flame and molten alloy.
Dern leapt dozens of feet in the air, switching his bracelet’s setting to anti-personnel. He swept his arm back and forth and fifteen criminals death-danced amid a fatal shower of particle clusters.
A rocket clipped his right arm turning what would have been a flawless landing on his feet into a spinning tumble. Tungsten shells exploded against his suit, keeping him momentarily pinned to the ground. He unleashed a plasma beam, destroying a fourth TVV, and shot upward as a storm of tungsten savaged him. He gritted his teeth in pain. The shell impacts felt like chunks of hot lead slamming into bare skin. A red warning bar beamed across his view.
His suit in its down grade mode was not designed for battle conditions. Power levels were plummeting with each hit it absorbed, and his plasma bracelet was nearly spent. A rocket struck him square in the gut and the force of its impact combined with the resulting blast knocked him backwards thirty yards.
He needed to withdraw, but not before he took a final shot…

Tunnal roared his frustration. He went through three clips firing his Viper at the highly elusive former SD bastard. He had no way of telling if his shots hit their mark, amid the thousands of projectiles being hurled at a single individual. He ejected the empty clip and quickly inserted a full one. A rocket struck the armored man and the explosion threw up gouts of smoke and dust.
Tunnal ran forward, gun pointed ahead, straining to get a glimpse of Lowtower through a dusty haze. At that point he realized he had ventured too far from the others, that he was isolated, thus making him a very inviting target. He glimpsed movement in the haze, catching a man size shape with an arm raised in his direction.
Pure instinct drove Tunnal’s reaction. He dove left just as a blade of plasma rippled above him, bathing his body in a heat bath hot enough to singe clothing and skin. The ground behind him erupted in a blazing plume where the beam struck. Tunnal lay face down, smarting from the pain of first degree burns. He still held his Viper and swung it in front of him fully expecting to be roasted by a follow-up blast. The smoke cleared and he saw that Lowtower was gone.

Dern ran as fast as his suit’s power servos could deliver. Armor power levels continued to decline. He ignored the blinking warning readings on his display. He already knew he was in bad shape. If he didn’t stop to allow his suit’s vital functions to recharge and mend some of the damage, it would shut down. On the other hand, stopping too soon would allow his pursuers to over take him. Dern kept pushing it, covering much ground in loping strides, gambling that he could make it to the canyon up ahead before his suit succumbed to catastrophic failure.
Explosions large and small nipped at his heels. A file of rockets zipped over his right shoulder spiking his path in fiery founts. Then came silence, save for labored breaths through his respirator.
A cliff lay up ahead. Beyond that a canyon network stretching across half a continent.
Dern approached the edge at full speed and leapt off, tapping into his remaining reserves to activate his repulsers. It was a 500 foot drop.
Power flows ceased during the last 40 feet. His repulsers winked out and Dern plunged unceremoniously to the bottom, deflecting off a slope in the canyon wall before hitting the ground at a flailing roll.

Five hours crept by. The rust tinted sky above darkened to a foreboding blood colored hue with the encroachment of nightfall. The bottom of the canyon was covered with stalactite shaped rock outcroppings, overhangs, boulders and small craters. Many of the outcroppings loomed so tall they could have been mountains in their own right. Patches of vegetation dotted the canyon bottom. Sturdy sprigs in all their hideous glory, sprouting from ground that looked more like gravel than any soil capable of producing plant life. Cave entrances existed at various points along the cliff rockface.
Dern ducked into one of those caves immediately after his short and bruising freefall.
As much as he wanted to find Alita and the remaining sleeper ship crew, extreme necessity dictated he lay low for a while and let his suit recharge.
Hours later, the recharge completion bar on his display blinked. While regenerates did the best they could to repair the extensive damage to his suit, they could only do so much. He missed his SD support techs. They would have had him patched up in less than an hour. There were other things about the past he missed…more than he cared to admit. A quiet posting as a lawman on Ceres 3 would have forever lain to rest those violent stirrings that had plagued him since his departure from the service. Recent events reawakened that monster inside him and he feared it would never be contained.
He conducted a diagnostic. The results were not encouraging. Seven ruptured micro servos, degraded impact repellants from upper back to midthigh, thirteen burnt out relays, faltering power boosters, and a weapons bracelet operating at 73 percent capacity.
Not encouraging at all. But he would work with what he had.
He slipped out of the cave, embarking on a quest to find his friend.

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Towards Room Temp Superconductors...

Could metamaterial superconductors operate at liquid nitrogen temperatures? (Courtesy: Charles D Winters/Science Photo Library)

A new way of making high-temperature superconductors that is based on metamaterials has been proposed by physicists in the US. Their plan involves combining a low-temperature superconductor with a dielectric material to create a metamaterial that is a superconductor at much higher temperatures than its constituent materials. The team is now looking at testing its proposal in the lab and is hopeful that its work could offer a route to creating a superconductor that operates at room temperature.

Ever since the first high-temperature superconductor was discovered nearly 30 years ago, physicists have searched in vain for a material that remains a superconductor at room temperature. But despite a massive effort, physicists have not been able to create a superconductor that endures at temperatures higher than about 140 K, which is still 150 degrees below room temperature.

Now Vera Smolyaninova of Towson University and Igor Smolyaninov of the University of Maryland have proposed a new approach to creating a superconductor with a high critical temperature (Tc) – the temperature above which the material ceases to be superconducting. Their proposal involves creating man-made structures called metamaterials, which can be engineered to have electromagnetic properties that are not normally found in nature. This includes negative indices of refraction, which have been used to create devices such as invisibility cloaks and super lenses.

Physics World:
Metamaterials offer route to room-temperature superconductivity

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Life on Earth...

Source: PHUTURELABS

The American Association for the Advancement of Science had an insightful title: "Global Challenges: Sustaining Life on Earth." Some excerpts from each sub link:

Will The World Have Enough Energy in 2040?

By 2040, planet Earth will be home to nearly 9 billion people — up roughly 2 billion from today — all requiring access to energy supplies in order to participate in modern life. We have the natural resources to meet global projected energy demands in 2040, but how to do so equitably and without exacerbating global warming are more difficult questions, experts said at a AAAS event.

The challenges will be less acute in the developed world, where energy use is projected to stay mostly steady in the next three decades. But the next 30 years should see energy demand surge in other countries whose economies are growing rapidly, especially those in Asia, according to representatives from Exxon-Mobil and the Energy Information Administration (EIA), which is part of the U.S. Department of Energy.



Though they differ in their finer points, projections by both organizations show global energy use growing from roughly 400 quadrillion BTU's in 2000 to over 700 quadrillion BTU's by 2040 with virtually all of the increase coming from outside today's high-income countries. At that point, less than half of the world's oil resources will be consumed, according to Rob Gardner, manager of the Economics and Energy Division of Exxon-Mobil's Corporate Strategic Planning Department. The company also estimates that the remaining recoverable global resources of natural gas are enough to meet current demand for about 200 years

Societies' Nearsightedness Poses Main Obstacle to Extreme Weather Preparation

Extreme weather: Everybody talks about it, but human nature often gets in the way of our doing something about it. This was the consensus among scientists who participated in a discussion about "Building Resilience to Extreme Weather," at the AAAS headquarters auditorium in downtown Washington, DC.

Scientists, engineers and others who study extreme weather have proposed numerous ways to reduce the suffering and damage inflicted by hurricanes, floods, tornadoes, deluges, droughts and such. Obstacles to implementing these measures often arise because peoples' perspectives are short-term and localized, while nature's patterns are vastly longer-term and global, the speakers said.



Society could benefit greatly by taking the same approach to natural hazards as that taken by the aviation industry toward air disasters, which means "learning from experience," he said. For instance, if a wing falls off a plane, the official reaction is that "this must never happen again.'"

Promising Advances in Conservation Science May Test Existing Policies



Already, scientists have cloned an extinct goat-specifically, a Portuguese subspecies of the Iberian ibex (Capra pyrenaica pyrenaica), said Haig, one of three speakers who joined moderator Richard Harris of National Public Radio to discuss the frontiers of conservation science and policy. The ibex clone, produced after Spanish and French scientists inserted preserved DNA into a modern goat egg and made 57 implantation attempts, died shortly after birth. In Australia, researchers also have so far cloned early embryos of a mouth-brooding frog (Rheobatrachus) that used its stomach as a womb before habitat loss prompted it to go extinct some 30 years ago. Other research teams have announced plans to try and resurrect the carrier pigeon, the woolly mammoth, an extinct type of cattle known as the auroch, and other animals, using a combination of cloning and selective breeding methods.



Energy, climate, biodiversity: three tall-orders that science is up to the task with the noted exception (lack) of political will and obfuscation from our leaders. At issue is the engineered public distrust of prepared experts on science, and their misplaced trust in "thought leaders" that parrot talking points for respective myopic energy industries. Change at this point could affect their business model, and it might. I'm betting with the right incentives, that change could be mutually beneficial: the climate on earth somewhat stabilized, meaning the economies of nations stable as well, thus more with the means to consume responsibly, and would so gladly. Making money on war, misery and social stratification can only go so far (after all, the Earth is only an estimated 1,097,509,500,000,000,000,000 cubic meters), rather large, but not infinite. Especially for 9 billion souls that will require food, housing and employment. Our species will have to become space faring to survive.



It would be a shame our venture into the stars via Mars is an evacuation versus a colonization. The Red Planet's atmosphere is currently too thin for human life. It would take several centuries of Terra-forming to get it habitable. It would take starting that process.



Our planet is our star ship, and our only practice field. It will stand testament as evidence of our stewardship...or lack thereof.



American Association for the Advancement of Science:
Global Challenges: Sustaining Life on Earth, 11 December 2013, Kathy Wren
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a reason to read fantasy again By david mccauley on December 12, 2013

I'm not a huge "fantasy" fan... loved Howard, Wagner, Moorcock, but there havent been any in the genre that have "caught" me... however, i found myself loving this entire series... i have read all 3 of the books... i got "hooked" in the first one... pulled in by the second one... but this 3rd one really blew me away... there is an epic "fight" / conflict scene that twists and turns and just freaking exhausted me, when the fight was over, i was as worn out as the survivors...

all that being said, the thing that drew me in originally and pulled me in even deeper has been the politics and intrigue that drive the story and provide a solid and deep contextual foundation for the entire series... i'm looking forward to more...
Rating: 5 Stars.
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