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...just a girl's best friend. However, quantum entanglement has been used to justify the physics of faster-than-light communication, a Philotic Parallax Instantaneous Communicator, a.k.a. "ansible" in Ender's Game and other Sci Fi works.
Einstein called it "spooky action at a distance," and he was NOT being kind!
The Short Story
Is this a supreme truth? I never trusted hospitals I have always seen them as research facilities researching....? There are those who die from complications with aids. It is like you don't die from the “Diseased” sex act itself you die from the programmed illusion, socially embedded in your mind that; if your black, living in the hood (or inner-city) and you have unprotected sex with members of your own kind then chances are someone has given you aids. In your mind you think about it each and every time you have unprotected sex during periods when you where high. After a while you start to feel bad about yourself and at random you catch a cold. It is really nothing but an ordinary cold you keep getting because of an unknown allergy
So you do the trustful thing and go to see those trust worthy, urban community loving, youth program supporting Doctors, or clinician (whatever) and your magic number comes up, The Good Doctor Says; “I am sorry but YOU ARE HIV Positive. You need to take these medicines”, because these Draconian Reptilians, otherwise known as your loving doctor Says that; “this medication will save your life long enough for us to find the cure, so be patient and let us help you.
As time goes on you may feel as though you’re getting sicker, but that is a good thing, because this means that the medicine is working. If you start to get the shivers let us know and we will prescribe for you a higher dose. Your insurance should cover it, Have a nice day and remember if you get the chillz let us know”. You take your medicine and it seems as though your cold has gotten worse you say to yourself “oh it must be working it has been two weeks”, then the shivers start to creep up on you and now it is hard for you to walk. You go to see the Doctor and it says to you “come in now I have something for you that will make you feel much better. I going to let you know, right now, that it is a long Needle that I have to inject you with; however, this medicine works it has been proven to free folks, like yourself, from these sever aches and pains”.
You go home feeling a little better but sleepy a bit. You arrive home, get in to bed and slowly you start feel yourself transpire... a little later, your friend Scratch pays you a visit and finds your lifeless body laying on the floor. Scratch locates your relatives as he rushes you to the hospital. After a long wait a Doctor comes and informs your family that you have passed away do to your complications with Aids. Your body is then sent to a morgue where you are cleverly switched with a life like manikin, a skin job, while your real body is offered to the consortium for humanoid collections.
The funeral was sad everybody cried and your loved ones were none the wiser that the body before them was a fake so they go on with their lives in morning. You awaken to find that you are now in chains in a dimly lit room with a single window and all you can see outside that little window are stars then it dawns on you, you are not on earth any more. Your head fells groggy as if you had just been in a traumatic situation. As your eyes regain focus you notice that there are others laying around who are also shackled to a wall. Something disturbs you, and you look to see what it is than a being appears. You shut your eyes and squint so that they won’t notice that you have regained consciousness.
As you peak through your eyelids you are disturbed to see that that the being was using a laser guided tool as it removed the hair from the heads of the other captives. It is now your turn. You try to move but the laser somehow keeps you still. The Alien being removes your hair and you are dragged along a warm red glowing slimy surface. You look towards your feet and see that you are naked and your pubic hairs have also been removed. There are these strange walls that seem to change in pattern and the lights are giving you the worst headache you ever had.
The being lifts you in the air by your neck, while your body is in a paralyzed state, and examines your chest area with a silver ball. You get a real close look at your captors and noticed their humanoid features with spiky horns that protrude from out their faces. They seem to be communicating in this weird language and the only word you can make out is your name, Mr. Jackson. The Being with its powerful arms places you in a see through container where you are suspended by hooks attached to the shackles around your neck and wrist. While you were in this container, a cold liquid substance fills the space you were in until your whole body was submerged. By this time you have lost consciousness as electrical currents flows through your body.
While you were unconscious, inside of that container, the alien beings make copies of your body. These copies are genetic hybrid organism 2 parts human and 5 parts alien, who serve the wishes of the consortium. Their outer skin represents the human portion of the DNA molecule; while the reptilian portion of that molecule is its anatomy. You awaken to find yourself in a white room with your arms and legs bounded together and for the first time, since your initial awakening, you see an image of yourself but it is not you, it is your clone or at least one of them. These clones are not bound hand and foot like you are; they freely walk around as if in a mindless state. Unlike yourself, they are fully clothed; they have a mysterious evil about their very being and their thoughts seem to dance inside your head.
In the midst of the chaotic rampage these being are having with your mind, a memory appears reminding you of your parents and the life you have lived and took advantage of. No happiness seek your worry heart for no one knows that you are gone they believed you died from aids when in reality you were kidnapped aboard some alien vessel. You sob hopelessly as you accept the cursed dimensions of your journey. That God you once believed in has sense abandoned you in the hands of alien creatures. This was your experience before we rescued you from that container research vessel of the Debidians. We are the evolutionary freedom force sent here to save you from a fate worst then death itself.
For after they are through cloning the very fabric of your being; your body parts are sold as a form of currency. We are against these acts of cruelty, some of us who have served under that same consortium vowed to free you. Do not fear the place you are in, this is our ship and no harm will be done to you. Ship you were in, has since been destroyed, we found your body in an operating room, unconscious of the day that precedes the night. Our medical officers checked you out and your body has been restored. We have data recording of this event so if at any time you want access it just locate myself or others of this ship. I am Olmak Frudu; I am in command of this rescue vessel. I would also have to say that, I am sorry but at this time we cannot take you home our mission is to stop these atrocities and we may be headed for war, if we are challenged. A trip to your home planet would exhaust our resources and to make things worse we have not the command codes for the grid location of your planet.
You need to rest your mind and gather your thoughts for the time being and later you will learn everything. At this moment we are in rout to Sadien whereby you shall be received with open arms. You are our first successful rescue you will be treated with respect, honor and dignity may your journey to Sadian be a comfortable one. I will send someone in to service your every need but first get some rest you have a long travel ahead.
Quantum Matter: if you use your own adversion to colder temperatures, high angular momentum collisions at absolute zero seems counter intuitive, oxymoronic, and a contradiction if not in terms, at least of conventional wisdom.
Plants...photosynthesis...Stevie Wonder...nuff said.
Astronomy is the oldest known science on earth. The discovery of the fastest rapid spinning star may be to some "yawn" fodder. But this was by the European Southern Observatory, not McDonald Observatory (US). Things that make you go: "hmm!"
Plus, I used it as a double entendre mention of by box turtle (artist conception kind of reminded me of her shell).
Watch it here:
2D Superconducting...Islands: I feature this because I had the privilege to meet Dr. Nadya Mason at the joint conference of the National Society of Black Physicists and National Society of Hispanic Physicists in Austin, Texas this September. Her work in nanoscale devices is Nobel Prize material. It's interesting to note: blacks have won 13 Nobel Peace Prizes, and one Nobel Prize in Literature (Toni Morrison). NONE in the hard sciences.
Dr. Mason has my enthusiastic backing, and her own considerable acumen...keep up with her name!
I wanted to gather some additional info relating to sci-fi conventions/exhibitions catering to Atlanta.
Good to see a group such as BSFS that is actively engaging in promoting sci-fi.
Enter Kenneth Neal (you can call me Ken): Age, 29, an activist/journalist, scholarship-winning poet and sci-fi novelist.
The premise of this work could be considered the fusion from the likes of Frederick Douglass / Stan Lee / Harvey Milk / Karl Marx.
I've been active enough by doing my part to promote social, cultural, and class destruction awareness with my blog.
http://evilforalltime.blogspot.com
(when you see Karl Marx, you know you've reached the right destination)
The first of three of my flagship titles has been crafted within the Supernatural/Horror/Action category, dealing with global and bizarre anomalies connecting our world to brutal creatures of dwelling within Purgatory. Elements of "Poltergeist", "Cloverfield" and "The DaVinci Code" are heavily prevalent throughout.
TUNNELS: The Darkest Nexus available on e-books everywhere.
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/tunnels-neal/1106039353?ean=2940013326286&itm=1&usri=tunnels%2bthe%2bdarkest
Thank you for your time.
If you have any questions after viewing my work, feel free to let me know.
-Ken Neal, Atlanta, GA
Facebook, "Ken E-FAT"
http://evilforalltime.blogspot.com
Contributor @ Political Fail Blog:
http://www.politicalfailblog.com/2011/09/ken-neal-writer.html
2nd Planet on the Right, Straight on Til Morning: well, we know it's "2nd star on the right..." (etc., etc.). It was fun to see SyFy take a classic tale like this and give some plausability to the "magic" of essentially travel through a wormhole. After all, Arthur C. Clark said:
"Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic."
Akwaaba my AFRICAN people. NHWI trailer Dec 26 2011.
Umoja (Unity) day of kwanzaa. LOVE RESPECT
Akwaaba my AFRICAN people. NHWI trailer is coming
Dec 26 2011. Umoja day of unity. LOVE RESPECT
It’s time for me to flash you again. Enjoy! http://yvonnenicolas.wordpress.com/2011/12/09/flash-fiction-friday-5-on-the-job/
Ode to Science and vicariously, science fiction, largely inspired by science.
In the Zeitgeist, there seems to be a disdain for expertise, intelligence, assigning such to "elitism," or in the words of Senator Jim Demint of South Carolina (in clear, political dog whistle fashion): "uppity."
They probably would have HATED Octavia Butler's "Parable of the Talents" had they read it:
Realize: she wrote this before the millennium, before the moment of now...may she rest in peace. I feel poetry as well as fiction when it is insightful, almost prophetic, to the human condition...TGP
Parable of the Talents, Octavia Butler © 1998, pages 7 – 8 paperback:
FROM Memories of Other Worlds
BY TAYLOR FRANKLIN BANKOLE
I have read that the period of upheaval that journalists have begun to refer to as “The Apocalypse” or more commonly, more bitterly “the Pox” lasted from 2015 through 2030—a decade and a half of chaos. This is untrue. The Pox has been a much longer torment. It began well before 2015, perhaps even before the turn of the millennium. It has not ended.
I have also read that the Pox was caused by accidentally coinciding climatic, economic, and sociological crises. It would be more honest to say that the Pox was caused by our own refusal to deal with obvious problems in those areas. We caused the problems: then we sat and watched as they grew into crises. I have heard people deny this, but I was born in 1970. I have seen enough to know that it is true. I have watched education become more a privilege of the rich than the basic necessity that it must be if civilized society is to survive. I have watched as convenience, profit, and inertia excused greater and more dangerous environmental degradation. I have watched poverty, hunger, and disease become inevitable for more and more people.
Overall, the Pox has had the effect of an installment-plan World War III. In fact, there were several small, bloody shooting wars going on around the world during the Pox. These were stupid affairs—wastes of life and treasure. They were fought, ostensibly, to defend against vicious foreign enemies. All too often, they were actually fought because inadequate leaders did not know what else to do. Such leaders knew that they could depend on fear, suspicion, hatred, need, and greed to arouse patriotic support for war.
Amid all this, somehow, the United States of America suffered a major nonmilitary defeat. It lost no important war, yet it did not survive the Pox. Perhaps it simply lost sight of what it once intended to be, then blundered aimlessly until it exhausted itself.
What is left of it now, what it has become, I do not know.
Like the Walking Google: it was meant as a compliment, but the scary connotation (to me, at least) was the lack of apparent need to memorize anything beyond the superficial concerns of 13 - 19 year olds fixated on technology, but unwilling to take the time to master, or advance it. Sadly, most considered offline reading "boring" as well.
Longer Lasting Lasers: I don't know if at our perception range as humans we can notice a pulsed versus a continuous laser. However, this is some good information if your fiction requires it as a background.
I actually pulled this off in a high school physics class demo of total internal reflection (though, I'm not sure the kids appreciated it):
Check out this week’s Hump Day Special. Feel free to drop your thoughts after reading. http://yvonnenicolas.wordpress.com/2011/12/07/i-gaze-at-myself/
Much Love,
Yvonne
OK, that's a grip! Obviously, the human species is "below impulse speeds" let alone FTL travel.
However, it is evidence that we're not alone in the universe, and that life is not so unique to our globe.
I just hope they (if there is a "they") survived their own Drake Equation.
Nanoscale Infection Fighters: part of the asset speculative fiction lends is asking not only can we, but should we? I think of Michael Crichton's novel Prey.
