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Terraforming Earth...

What Mars might look like after centuries of terraformation. Image: NASA/ZME Science


Topics: Anthropogenic Climate Disruption, Cosmic Connection, Earth, Ecology, Space Exploration, Terraforming


(Okay, somewhat "down-to-Earth"): The first time I read the concept of terraforming ("Earth-shaping") was in the book by Carl Sagan, "The Cosmic Connection" (see chapter 22: "Terraforming the Planets"). In it, he recounted a proposal he made in 1961 to seed algae in Venus' atmosphere to over a period of time cool it enough for human habitation. Biophysicist Robert Haynes coined the "neologism Ecopoiesis, forming the word from the Greek οἶκος, oikos, 'house', and ποίησις, poiesis, 'production'".There was apparently a symposium hosted by NASA in 1979; a book originally printed in 1984: "The Greening of Mars" (ref: Wikipedia). It has a long history in scientific and science fiction thought. Terraforming the planets only makes sense as they are far closer than exoplanets, and we don't have to contest a planet's resources with its inhabitants since as far as we can tell, there aren't any.

Zeroth thought: "Earth-shaping Earth" is redundant and silly. First thought of a geoengineering solution is it requires nothing of the polluters that got us here in the first place. No slight at all to the researchers, just that if you create a fat pill, no one's going to change their diets or continue exercising for increased health: it's the global equivalent of a couch potato, or a public ever more nonchalant about a pending global crisis that we'll "snap our fingers" and fix. Second thought: creating "life forms that clean" could have unintended consequences, as the authors of the Technology Review write up below alludes to. Third: note the photo of Mars above. That's a projection of centuries, not a few months before the first space RVs and suburban settlements. From the aspect of a society that has become entirely too push-button and "hit the reset" oriented, it seems it would be better on our own planet to mitigate anthropogenic climate disruption (a more apt descriptor) with policy and societal change in behaviors. Giving an engineering solution to this important issue without backing legislation or political will is similar in pouring gasoline simultaneously as the fire department attempts to put out a raging blaze.

TECHNOLOGY REVIEW: The inexorable rise of carbon dioxide levels in the atmosphere and the steady increase in global temperatures raise the frightening prospect of significant change in Earth’s climate. Indeed, the evidence seems clear that our climate is altering rapidly.

So scientists and politicians the world over are looking for ways to halt or reverse these changes, a task that is fraught with difficulties in a world hooked on fossil fuels. One option increasingly discussed is terraforming—deliberately altering the environment in a way that cools the planet, perhaps by absorbing carbon dioxide or reflecting sunlight.

To have an impact, these kinds of plans changes must have a global reach require engineering projects of previously unimaginable scale. That’s set bioengineers thinking that there might be an alternative option.

Instead of creating global engineering projects, why not create life forms that do a similar job instead. The big advantage of this approach is that organisms grow naturally and can spread across huge areas of the planet by the ordinary mechanisms of life. Thus the process of terraforming the landscape would occur with minimal human input. What could possibly go wrong?

Plenty. The big fear is that these approach could have unexpected and unintended consequences for the planet. One nightmare scenario is that the organisms might unintentionally trigger feedback mechanisms that accelerate global warming rather than mitigate it. So an important question is how to prevent this scenario.

Physics arXiv: Synthetic circuit designs for Earth terraformation
Ricard Solé, Salva Duran-Nebreda, Raul Montañez

Space.com:
Shell-Worlds: How Humanity Could Terraform Small Planets (Infographic), Karl Tate

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Above is a character named BAHATI™ from my franchise THE ADIGUN OGUNSANWO™. This character happens to be a Holographic Game character who came to life. Below starts to document the  beginning of this tech in the REAL WORLD.

http://techcrunch.com/2015/04/06/augmented-and-virtual-reality-to-hit-150-billion-by-2020/#.5wk65a:5fSD

 

 

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http://techcrunch.com/tag/hololens/

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Virtual Reality...

AltspaceVR users can do things like play chess on a virtual chessboard, shown here in a virtual outdoor garden. Image Source: Technology Review


Topics: Computer Science, Computer Engineering, Virtual Reality, STEM


Or should we say a baby step to the Holodeck (even Microsoft's version)? Sorry: since Sunday's post, I've been in a Trekkie mood (and yes, that's old-school, even though Gene coined for a distant cousin, the Trekkies vs. Trekkers debate rages on). I will come down to Earth tomorrow. Until then, LLAP...\\//_

We know what social networks are like on the Web and in apps, but what will they be like in virtual reality? While Facebook, the owner of Oculus VR, is surely pondering this behind the scenes, a startup called AltspaceVR is already offering a few clues about how we may connect with each other in a simulated world.

AltspaceVR is building social virtual environments, ranging from a Japanese-style garden to an amphitheater to a dark, sleek lounge. The hope is that headset-wearing users will hang out together in these places in the form of avatars that display real body language thanks to motion sensors, and do things like watching movies, playing games, or shopping together using a shared virtual Web browser. AltspaceVR also hopes developers will use the software development kit it’s building to bring all kinds of applications—a giant chess game, for instance, or a 3-D model viewer—to its social, virtual world.

Virtual-reality technologies aren’t yet consumer ready, but they’re coming. Oculus VR, Sony, HTC, and others are working on headsets; and the HTC Vive is planned for release late this year. Devices aimed at developers are already on the market—one example is the Gear VR, a $199 virtual-reality headset developed by Oculus VR and Samsung that uses a Samsung smartphone as the display.

AltspaceVR is among a growing number of companies trying to figure out what, exactly, we’ll do with these devices when they get here. Facebook, which owns Oculus VR, said in March that virtual reality gaming will be coming this year, while Philip Rosedale, the creator of the online virtual world Second Life, is building a virtual-reality universe called High Fidelity (see “The Quest to Put More Reality in Virtual Reality”).

Technology Review: A Startup’s Plans for a New Social Reality, Rachel Metz

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AFTER EARTH MOVIE REVIEW

Finally I got a chance to watch After Earth. I have always been a fan of Will Smith movies. To see him and his son Jaden doing something in the area of sci-fi action was awesome. The storyline starts off in this world Nova Prime where humans must fight alien creatures to keep their existence. Military leader Cypher(Will Smith) led his team the Rangers to defeat the Urses. He became a legend in Nova Prime.

His son Katai has not seen his father in years.  Katai feels estranged from his father so the connection is not there. His father Cypher invites his son to go on a mission to create a stronger bond.  A cosmic storm caused the plane to crash. The troops were killed and the only survivors were Katai and Cypher. Seeing his father Cypher injured; Katai saw that he must save father life. His father sent him on a mission to retrieve an item to save both their lives.

In this mission Katai goes through many trials. He is naïve and clueless to the world he is throwed in. His father Cypher guides him through the journey. When he comes across monsters and environmental obstacles; he gets rebellious and bull headed. He gets forced to listen to his father when he gets hurt. In the middle of the movie; his father wanted him to abort the mission and come back to the torn plane ship because he did not have faith in him to finish.

Katai rebelled and forged his destiny to defeat the monster that killed his sister Senshi. He ends up killing the monster and he became a legend in Nova Prime. He exceeded his father expectations and becomes a man. This core story is trusting in your father to guide you into manhood.

I read the reviews from major mainstream websites. It received horrible reviews. The reviews were the plot and characters  were not good. The CGI sucked. I was shocked at the reviews. After Earth in my opinion was a well put together movie. Seeing black actors in lead roles of sci fi action. It inspired me and I could see myself as a black man in that movie. There should be a part 2 to that movie. It would be if black people demand for it to be a part 2

We complain about shows like Empire and Love & Hip Hop. We share Empire on our Facebook timeline. When it comes to After Earth we do not promote it on our timeline. Thank you Black Science Fiction for opening up my eyes to the area of Sci-fi. This film opened my eyes to see why we need to black sci fi. Will and Jada Smith are supporting black science fiction. That should be an eye opener to black people to support this genre. The mainstream is not going to accept us we have accept and support ourselves.

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The bestselling title on Amazon in the US right now is not Harper Lee’s hugely anticipated second novel, Go Set a Watchman, or George RR Martin’s Song of Ice and Fire fantasy series, or even Zoella’s much-mocked but much-bought young adult hit, Girl Online. Instead, Scottish illustrator Johanna Basford is topping the charts, with her colouring books for adults taking top spots on Amazon.com’s bestseller lists.

Basford’s intricately drawn pictures of flora and fauna in Secret Garden have sold 1.4m copies worldwide to date, with the newly released follow-up Enchanted Forest selling just under 226,000 copies already. They have drawn fans from Zooey Deschanel, who shared a link about the book with her Facebook followers, to the South Korean pop star Kim Ki-Bum, who posted an image on Instagram for his 1.6 million followers.

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Force Field...

Image Source: CNN.com


Topics: Boeing, Force Field, Lasers, Plasma Physics, Science Fiction, Star Trek, Star Wars


I saw this late last month, and thought: "hmm". The plasma is atmospheric, so at this point if it does work (see Wired's caveat emptor below), "raising shields" has to be below a Clarke Orbit. We may or may not achieve the exact effect of writers' imaginations. Certain things we take for granted - automatic doors (via optical electronics), cellular telephones, radio frequency remote control, rocketry - used to be the stuff of science fiction writer's dreams. Along with warp drive, we may have to wait for the science to disprove it, or manifest it.

(CNN) Raise shields!


Boeing has been granted a patent for a force field-like defense system, leading excited sci-fi fans to herald the advent of something previously seen only in the realms of "Star Wars" or "Star Trek."

Filed in 2012, the USPTO has granted the aerospace giant a patent for a "method and system for shockwave attenuation via electromagnetic arc."

On first look, it seems that they're onto something similar to "Star Wars'" deflector shields. The patent describes a system that would detect the shockwave from a nearby explosion and create an area of ionized air -- a plasma field -- between the oncoming blast and the vehicle it was protecting.

The method works, says the patent, "by heating a selected region of the first fluid medium rapidly to create a second, transient medium that intercepts the shockwave and attenuates its energy density before it reaches a protected asset."

By creating a temporary, superheated parcel of air with a laser, microwave or electrical arc, researchers believe that the shockwave would, in theory -- it hasn't been determined how far along Boeing's research into this has got -- dissipate once it hit the plasma field, leaving whatever was on the other side unaffected, or for the blast to at least be mitigated.

Wired: That Boeing Force Field? It Probably Won't Ever Work. Rhett Allain

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Phoenix...

Star Trek "First Contact": The Phoenix


Topics: Dark Humor, Doomsday Clock, Star Trek, Nuclear Power, Treatment


A Fan's Star Trek Treatment, © 2 April 2015, (at least this is the date I started typing away), but this instruction from LOC.gov clarified things for me: i.e. what I can't, and won't claim rights to.

So, Star Trek is definitely not "my baby," I am not a screenwriter; member of SAG nor am I remotely related to Gene Roddenberry. I'm having some tongue-in-cheek fan fun, and hopefully if CBS/Paramount decides to use it, they'll at least give me a byline, but...probably not.


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Note: The following follows no known treatment format I'm aware of. Just that with the passing of Leonard Nimoy and the 50th anniversary of the Original Series next year, it got me thinking of some unresolved important things in the Trek timeline I wouldn't mind seeing on television. The strength of Star Trek has always been a positive view of the future; its only flaw other than fantastic, Heisenberg and Relativity-defying technologies (I think) are the missing baby steps taken to societal maturity and tolerance of diversity.

Nerdist reports of two possible new Trek series in the works. Judging from the write ups, one is a re-re-boot of Kirk, Spock, McCoy, Uhura, Chekov, Sulu and Scottie; the other a darker version of the Trek universe in the future when the Federation, like most empires, is bloated, over-extended and falls from galactic grace. I wouldn't mind either, really. I would delight if both story lines were brought to the flat screen and set my DVR accordingly.

However, as I found in the post “Farpoint,” there is a part of the faux human history that is being avoided, perhaps purposely, perhaps because no one has a treatment or script idea centered on it, or we’re just too close to the subject matter: World War III and its aftermath.

From Farpoint: "Nuclear war would be a fool's errand - whether as in Federation we established colonies on off worlds, the conflagration would leave swaths of Earth clearly uninhabitable for thousands of years. Corpses would have no care who actually "won" such an insane engagement. The Trek universe eludes to the discontinued existence of Washington, Moscow and other global capitals, hence the location of the fictional United Federation of Planets in San Francisco." We should see this in a dramatic new Trek series; ponder the term "Mutually Assured Destruction" (M.A.D.), and that we still have an active doomsday clock. Disturbingly, from the press release by the Bureau of Atomic Scientists, we are now 3 minutes to midnight.

Star Trek: Deep Space 9 suggested in a two-part episode rampant inequality in the 21st Century (how prescient), to the point in the United States at least, the uber 1% build “sanctuary cities” for the poor to be warehoused in to eventually die (DS9: “Past Tense” Part I and Part II).

I've always fancied a "Star Trek: Phoenix," as in rising from the ashes of destruction and building something quite different, more democratic and less stratified than our current society and its inequality that is now epidemic -  - and reinforced by modern-day cults: commercial, personality, religious types; news pundits and politicians, our own fairy tale beliefs of society and our place and mobility in it. It also happens to have been the name of the first warp ship built by Dr. Zephram Cochrane a lot of fans would remember. Plus, with the exception of the novel Federation, Zephram is almost an afterthought with no back story, that I think would be quite interesting to watch.

For example, even though humanity was in a barbaric state at the end of "Star Trek: First Contact," can you imagine a few of our current loons accepting a pointy eared, bowl-haircut, and green skinned alien with a “live long and prosper” salute? Civilization collapsed on itself; not a single cell phone tower would be up; no malls; the Internet and million player online games in a complete shambles and unresponsive. I could see loud zealots and teenagers in neurosis. I’d expect riots up to the point the Vulcans showed us how to replicate a T-bone steak! Also, as Copernicus and Galileo did with the Heliocentric (correct) view of the solar system, the idea we’re not only not alone in the universe, but there are these intelligent "other" beings that don’t share our cultures; our history; our prejudices; our religions: that would be upsetting and faction-creating. For the sake of moving the story along in Trek, a few billion people suddenly stopped being cruel to each other and started getting along in a fitful flight of magical thinking. In light of current events I see on the evening news, it would light initially an existential powder keg. As a case-in-point, the indictment against Galileo (as of this 2013 post) is STILL in effect!

“Phoenix” would have the feel I appreciated from “Enterprise” (a show that ended too soon), this would be before even a glimmer of a thought of a “Prime Directive.” After a flirt with the sixth extinction event on Earth, this time self-caused, the former United States was apparently fighting an Eastern Coalition that warred with them frequently. Colonel Green - another barely a-mention in the Original Star Trek or Enterprise - used genocide after the war to purify humanity from the ravages of radiation poisoning. The scary part is I could see some political demagogue thinking this quite "rational," and gathering a following in authoritarian fashion. He had been influenced – as I said in Farpoint – by the Optimum Movement, itself an outgrowth of Khan Noonien Singh and his sister and brother genetic supermen. It could be gritty, grimy, and dangerous even involve the current vogue: Zombies of a kind, with a biological explanation. It wouldn't need much high tech technology as we’d be trying to recover what we lost and discover new designs and paradigms. It would be like after any terrible disaster – Earth as “Survivor Island” – as humanity clawed its way up from barbarity and created a new civilization, one less stratified; more fair and just and above all, rational and sane.

Sir Patrick Stewart, Jonathan Frakes, Marina Sirtis, Denise Crosby, LeVar Burton, Gates McFadden, Michael Dorn, Brent Spiner – doing cameos in a two-episode pilot, leading to a confrontation where traditionalists fighting change want to return to the “old ways” – that ahem, plunged humanity back into the dark ages. I could see either Stewart or Frakes shouting “no more!” after an emotional soliloquy about not going back to the previous ignorance and fears, selling the scene. Star Trek, like any great science fiction/fantasy story asks the question through its characters (e.g. Data, Picard, Worf) over again we never tire of: “what does it mean to be ‘human’?” It's a prequel, but for example, I watch Gotham with the full knowledge of how the Batman mythical universe will eventually flesh itself out, villains and all. It's just fun watching the creativity of writers building the bricks of it to its logical conclusion: cape and cowl in one instance; warp drive and aliens in another.


"Phoenix" would then be a story not of warp drives and miracle materializing technologies: but the miracle we survived our own hubris at all to venture forward to the stars. Its impact could be quite powerful as a mirror to ourselves in light of current events; a way to start conversations without partially following the famous dictum of Carl von Clausewitz: "War is merely a continuation of politics"— or "of policy"—"by other means." A few enthusiastic cheerleaders drop the important prepositional phrase at the statement's end.
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“My name is Darryl Draper. I am human. I was born on Earth, Chicago, South Side. I went to the University of Chicago, studied physics. I joined the army, did tours in Eastern Europe and Southern Africa. I joined the CIA after my third tour…” Draper paused, closing his eyes tight to squeeze out more memory. “After my third tour…after my third tour…I was an analyst before being recruited by Special Research, a secret DARPA division…my mission is clear. I have not lost focus. I have not lost focus!”

            Draper found himself repeating that mantra more and more. It was a reminder that he needed to pound into his head constantly, like a hammer battering a nail.

            He stepped out of his rest pod and stood before a wall that he had buffed until he could see a fuzzy reflection of himself. Oil black eyes the size of golf balls stared back at him. His head was massive and teardrop shaped, divided by a smooth cranial ridge that ran above his bulbous eyes down to the base of his skull. A glistening membrane in the middle of his chalk-colored face acted as a nose. His mouth was a puckering orifice with which he sucked in nutritious gruel, repellant to humans, but quite tasteful to the creature he had become.

            The dark gray, close-fitting garment he wore covered a gaunt body with willowy arms, long legs that bent sideways, and a mouse-like tail. His four fingered hands and feet were webbed. If he wanted, he could submerge both sets of extremities in elastic webbing. Draper found that feature the most intriguing of all. The body he inhabited evolved from amphibians and in spite of him being anxious to return to human form, Draper was fascinated by it.

These aliens…or Heritins…as they called themselves were faster than humans, and could jump to heights an NBA player would have envied. Draper was athletic, so he especially enjoyed pushing his Heritin body to the limit in the exercise arena. Heritins placed a premium on physical fitness. Any Heritin falling short of that requirement became useless. A useless Heritin was a dead Heritin. For the sake of the mission, Draper endeavored to be as useful as his assumed identity would allow.

            Heritins are superior to all species. We are destined to rule. Those who accept our authority will live. Those who resist us will die.

            That voice started out as a faint impression in his mind, a formless whisper he could label as nothing more than a product of a fevered imagination.

            If humans had not resisted, two thirds of your home world and all of your colonies would have been spared the ruin inflicted upon them.

            With the passage of time, a faint impression, a formless whisper grew more definitive, clearer, until it rang loud as a clarion call.

            Humans are lower animals. And like lower animals they must be taught to obey their masters. Your learning experience was harsh but necessary.

            “Go to hell,” Draper hissed in the rare occasion when he gave that voice credence. Mostly, he ignored it, continuing to consign it to imagination…or madness.

            The scientists who implanted Draper’s consciousness into a Heritin body theorized about the possibility of the host reasserting itself.

Maybe I’m not mad after all, Draper thought. Should he have been relieved or unsettled? Because either way, whether he was losing his mind to madness or this reassertion the scientists spoke of, the mission could still be jeopardized. And it became all the more important that he recited his daily reminders…that he reasserted his own humanity.

 

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            Darryl Draper alias Umttor, Engine Caretaker, entered Bridge Side.

Ship Master Tuo stood on the watch platform, surrounded by holographic interfaces. He listened to numerous progress reports from department commanders and issued equally numerous orders.

              Draper stepped to his work slot, activating interfaces.

            “Caretaker, I need you to check Impulse Three,” ordered the Ship Master. “The engine is running at less than optimal.”

            “Yes, Ship Master,” Draper responded crisply.

            The Ship Master probably ran the most proficient vessel in the fleet. When Draper last checked, all impulse systems had met optimal requirements. Of course, just meeting any requirements was never good enough for Tuo. He had to exceed them.

            Draper linked to his interface and brought up the engine’s schematic. A set of numerals floated before him. He tapped a series of characters and the schematic glowed a pleasing shade of green. “Impulse upgrade completed, Ship Master. Engine proficiency is ten percent above normal operational parameters.”

            The Ship Master turned to face Draper. “Very good.”

            A fragment of the host’s memory brushed across Draper’s awareness. He felt a wave of respect and gratitude toward Ship Master Tuo. Umttor had not been a very promising Engine Caretaker at the beginning of his career. But Tuo had taken the young officer under his wing, tutoring and mentoring him until the latter could practically disassemble and reassemble any ship component with his eyes closed. Draper found himself basking in Tuo’s approval.

            “Approaching Mobile Dock,” Ship Guidance Specialist Grinta announced. “Thirty Units to contact.”

            Thirty Units, meaning three hours, Draper translated to himself.

            Tuo stepped off the platform and the glimmering interfaces he was observing vanished in a sparkling dissolution. “It won’t be long. Once all ships are amassed, it will be on to victory. This vessel and you, the finest crew in the fleet, will be instrumental in our coming triumph.”

            The Bridge Side crew cheered the Ship Master’s inspirational words. He is a brilliant warrior and an honorable friend, Draper thought. At that second, he stiffened. Was that his thought or the host’s? He suppressed a shiver and quickly returned to his routine tasks.

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There was no doubt that the sound of the blast he triggered could be heard by the entire settlement. That should have been more than enough signal for them to escape.

            Dern made it to the first level and leaned against a wall. Pain, verging on debilitating, raced through his body with savage abandon. He clenched his jaw, drawing on Flare to stay in motion. He headed toward a door at the end of a pathway leading from the stairwell. Before he could extend a hand to open it, the door burst off its hinges. An armored figure eclipsed the doorway.

            Dern tried to back away, but a cold, metal grip seized his neck, yanking him outside.

            “My hunch paid off,” came a wretchedly familiar voice.

            Dern made out three men, one woman, their weapons trained on him.

One of the men, Tunnel, stepped forward, a cruel sneer etched into his face.

            The former SD soldier clutched his captor’s wrist in a vain effort to wrench himself free. Metal fibrous fingers on his neck constricted. Dern flailed with all of his diminishing strength. He struggled to breathe, his world spiraling into darkness.

            “Wait, don’t kill him, yet,” Tunnel said, placing a restraining hand on the enforcer’s shoulder.

            “Fucker killed my boss,” the enforcer growled, tilting a helmeted head ever so slightly in Tunnel’s direction.

            Tunnel pointed his pistol at Dern’s dangling right leg just above the knee and fired.

            Dern would have howled in pain were his airflow not reduced to a trickle by an unyielding grip to his throat.

            “He’ll die,” Tunnel assured the armored man. “But slowly, slowly enough where he’ll wish he were never born. And in the process we might extract from him the location of his friends. They’ll die slowly too, maybe slower than him.”

            The armored man unflexed his fingers dropping Dern at his feet like a sack of rubbish.

            Dern heaved in a few ragged breaths before lunging on one leg for the enforcer’s blaster. He grabbed the weapon’s barrel, ripping it from the thug’s grip. Turning the Tanner around, he blasted the enforcer point blank in the head.

A chunk of helmet tore away in a fiery gout. The armored man toppled backwards, crashing on his back with a heavy thud.

            “No!” Tunnel fired on Dern, hitting the former SD soldier in the left rib.

            Dern leveled the Tanner on his nemesis and a bright bolt flared from its muzzle like a flaming sword of judgment.

            Tunnel’s goons opened fire, striking Dern in the shoulder and upper chest, throwing off the latter’s aim.

            What would have been a headshot, ended up hitting Tunnel’s gun arm. The powerful beam blasted the hijack leader’s pistol to molten fragments. The hand holding that weapon was blown away well past the wrist.

            Three more flachettes slammed into Dern’s body.

            Dern stumbled from the impacts, but managed to drop low and pour out a devastating arc of fire that carved through Tunnel’s goons like a hot blade through cold gel.

            Their beam-riddled bodies thrashed in a storm of flesh-rending energy before collapsing in bloody, smoking heaps.

            All the while, Tunnel was on his knees staring despondently at a sizzling stump where his right hand used to be.

            Harnessing what little strength he had left, Dern limped determinedly toward his downed foe.

            He kicked Tunnel square in the chest, knocking the latter on his back, then stamped a foot on the criminal’s wound.

            He applied, grinding, unrelenting pressure to Tunnel’s stump, eliciting a blood curdling cry from his opponent. Had he listened to the vengeful chorus in the back of his head, he would have gladly prolonged the suffering he was inflicting.

Instead, he removed his foot and stepped back. Never would he stoop to the sadistic level of a murdering bandit.

            Tunnel glared up at the former SD soldier, unbearable pain and hatred twisting his face into a demonic caricature of itself. “You…you’re already…dead! You won’t survive this day! No way you survive this day!”

            He was right. Dern reconciled himself to the accuracy of that prediction. No matter how hard the Flare worked to heal him, his wounds ultimately were fatal. Bottom line, he was dying. He felt himself slipping slowly into oblivion. He didn’t have the strength to fight his demise. In fact he welcomed Death.

            “I agree with you,” Dern said with a faint smile. “I’ve reached the end of my days. And so have you. You get to go first.” Dern pressed the rifle’s muzzle to Tunnel’s forehead and triggered it.

            When the smoke of a point blank discharge cleared, nothing existed above the hijacker’s brow line but a smoldering little crater fused with scorched pieces of brain and skull.

            A growing remnant of Hooper’s enforcers gathered at the end of the alley.

            Dern tried to raise his rifle, but severe injuries hobbled him. He fell to the ground. Fumbling to get his rifle into position, he rolled on his side, coughing up blood.

            Maybe he should point the rifle at himself, he thought. The approaching mob looked too worked up to deliver him the mercifully quick death he would have preferred.

            A strong breeze brushed over him. Dern looked up, squinting in disbelief.

            What appeared to be a Coalition recon drone hovered above at ground hugging altitude.

            Assault rifle rounds smacked against the drone’s hull. The drone soared toward the threat, crimson beams flickering from its raptor wings like shards of glass. Half the mob was cut to pieces. The rest scattered in a wild panic.

            Dern witnessed the drone’s assault and then closed his eyes, waiting for death to take him.

            After several minutes, he stopped breathing…

 

 

            He opened his eyes. Dimness surrounded him. He found himself in a prone position, face up. He glanced to his left, saw a bio display and recognized that he was inside a stasis tube. Confused, he tried to clear his muddled head. Flashes of memories zipped through his mind, coalescing into the realization that he shouldn’t have been alive.

            The stasis cover retracted and light poured into his confinement.

            A face he recognized came into view. A woman’s face.

            It took a moment for Dern to connect a name with that face. “Alita?” He croaked in a voice he hadn’t used in…how long?

            “Dern, how are you doing? The doctor decided it was ok to wake you.” Alita smiled, pressing a hand to Dern’s shoulder. “No, don’t try to get up.”

            Dern managed a self-deprecating grin. He couldn’t move if he wanted to. His body felt heavier than a block of lead.

            “Where…am I?”

            “You’re on a Coalition patrol ship, in the medical bay. You’ve been in a medical stasis tube since we were rescued seven months ago.”

            “Seven…months?”

            “A Coalition patrol arrived in response to my distress signal.” Alita’s smile brightened. “My signal got through. They came in the nick of time. You were dead, but not dead enough to be too far-gone. Their doctors revived you and placed you in this tube for extensive treatment.”

            Dern could only marvel at the concept of being dead, but not dead enough. The wonders of Coalition medicine.

            “Where are we going?”

            “You’re going to be dropped off on Talham at a top rehab center. The doctor expects you to make a full recovery there. I’m told it’s the best in Coalition space. Me, I’m going home to Earth for a very long period of rest and relaxation.”

            “You’ve definitely earned it.” Dern hefted a forearm, offering a thumbs up to his friend. “Good job back there.”

            Alita waved away the compliment. “We’d have never gotten off that planet alive if it weren’t for you.” She lowered her voice. “You didn’t hear this from me, but word of your exploits spread to the highest levels in the Coalition. You’re going to get a reward.”

            “A reward?”

            “Yes, you’re getting a new suit.”

            “A…new suit?”

            “A scaled down version, like your old one, but yeah.”

            The news gave Dern mixed emotions. He felt so attached to the old suit it became a part of him, even when he wasn’t wearing it. It was a beautiful, familial, symbiotic feeling. Yet, when he destroyed it, a euphoric sense of liberation came over him. Was he ready to receive a new suit? Renew the addictive meld between man and machine?

            No more questions. No more concerns. From now on he would look to the future with optimism. “I guess I’ll be reporting to my new job after all.”

           

             

           

             

               

             

           

           

           

 

             

             

           

 

           

           

             

           

            

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The term Afrofuturism was first coined by writer Mark Dery in his influential 1994 essay Black to the Future, to provide a name for work which addresses black themes through science-fiction and technoculture lenses. Descriptions of it vary from Afrofuturist author Ytasha Womack, who calls it “elements of science fiction, historical fiction, speculative fiction, fantasy, Afrocentricity, and magic realism with non-Western beliefs”, while others, such as Afrika Bambaataa, take a more gnomic approach: “Afrofuturism is dark matter moving at the speed of light.” Conceptual artist Martine Syms, in her wry Mundane Afrofuturist Manifesto, feels that the idea should be grounded in a tangible reality (“No interstellar travel – travel is limited to within the solar system and is difficult, time consuming, and expensive”).

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We have another submission making 5 submissions we have now. The Pencil Gladiators competition needs 10 contestants to battle for N30,000 cash prize and also a chance to have their artwork colored by a super colorist and possibly even sold. But we need 6 more contestant for the competition to take off. We have postponed the competition for one more week to give artist the chance to send in their entries. Check out the latest entry

 We have 5 entries and we are still looking for 5 more contestant to participate in the month long event where the winner takes home N30,000. Check HERE for more details about the event and below for the entries so far. You would think that a competition like this will get massive participation but that's not the case.  If you haven't sent in your entry, you have just 2 days left to enter for this competition. If by next Friday we don't get up to 10 participant the competition will be cancelled.

Check out the entries submitted so far here:

http://comicpanel.org/index.php/content-blog/399-check-out-the-entries-so-far-3

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CONGRATZ and Much success to the 2015 GLYPH COMIC AWARD Nominees that were announced on Tuesday March 31, 2015 from the GLYPH AWARDS Facebook page. The award will be presented on May 15, 2015 at the AFRICAN AMERICAN MUSEUM in Philadelphia. Check the ECBACC site link below for specifics. I can relate with each creator's anticipation from last year when my franchise THE ADIGUN OGUNSANWO™ was nominated and on the GLYPH Award night WON in the category for Best Comic Strip or Web Comic. KEEP PUSHING FORWARD GLYPH NOMINEES!

Complete 2015 GLYPH Nominee List at the following link:

http://ecbacc.com/wordpress3/category/glyph-comics-awards/

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Ananse: The Origin #1

NOW AVAILABLE for IOS, Ananse: The Origin #1. We are glad to have our IOS fans finally experience our comics via Comixology.
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(Also available on Web, Android, Kindle Fire & Windows 8)

Kweku Ananse is one of Africa’s most popular legends. The Leti Team as part of our African Legends initiative is creating a super hero, based in part on Ananse. Our story of Ananse the superhero, has two main thematic settings, Ancient Africa and Present Day. We give you a glimpse into the world of Ananse, The True Ananse.

The True Ananse: The Story

The Story GIST

“ Long ago, Ananse, the god of Wisdom is banished onto earth as a cursed statue of his totem, the spider, by Odumankoma, Ruler of the Skies for treason. Fast-forward to today, the cursed statue of Ananse is discovered and worshipped until fate brings Ananse and an innocent boy, Selasi Rockson together, his vessel for reawakening. ”

The True Ananse is part of the bigger Leti Arts’, Africa’s Legends series. Africa’s Legends reimagines popular African folklore and historic legends, interspersed with fictional characters, as an elite group of superheroes fighting crime in present day Africa. Comics and games based on Africa’s Legends tell the stories behind individual characters and the collective team.

Do enjoy yourself with the latest African Superhero on the planet :)

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Nous Sommes Humains...



Topics: Diversity, Diversity in Science, Economy, Jobs, STEM, Women in Science


A re-post that, after consideration, I decided not to edit [much] in content, with exception of the post title ("we are humans"), since much of its form and content is still quite relevant. As Dean Kamen has been known to say: "you get what you celebrate." In a society centered on celebrity without talent where we celebrate the vile and absurd; confused between controversy, journalism and governance, we all appear to be celebrating all the wrong things. Hopefully, this month has inspired especially young women to focus on the rational, factual and actual; the scientific, technological, engineering and mathematical; and hopefully for you all: empowering and rewarding things.

From the image source at Nature:

"Science remains institutionally sexist. Despite some progress, women scientists are still paid less, promoted less frequently, win fewer grants and are more likely to leave research than similarly qualified men. This special issue of Nature takes a hard look at the gender gap — from bench to boardroom — and at what is being done to close it."


Unfortunately, the world is not like Star Trek, populated with fictional Captains like Kathryn Janeway of this inspiring description:

"This subject's penchant for the scientific method and clear-cut choices has given her a healthy dose of skepticism, which usually provides a command asset in dealing with new situations. Her preference for difficult studies is self-traced back to childhood, when she would prefer that to outdoor play. Since then, she has indicated no pleasure in outdoor camping, hiking, or cooking." StarTrek.com

I follow a blog: Female Science Professor. The author describes herself as a full professor, and other than staying anonymous (probably important around review time) she's very frank about the biases encountered both from colleagues and students: her most resent post, a student in class evaluation said "You should improve your teaching methods." The prof made lemons into lemonade and blogged about it. The genders of her students - like her own identity - were left nebulous.

Diversity: an ideal we all agree sounds good on paper, but are reluctant to do the heavy lift to achieve it (see Nature excerpt). Even in politics: our current president as probability represents 2.3% of the general population of Chief Executives from George Washington to himself. However, disrespect of the presidential office and obstruction of his agenda approaches Guinness World Record levels as he's being sued for using Executive Orders - the least of any president according to official archives and math - "abuse" being any Executive Order above zero. My concern is beyond executive or party: it is nation viability in a global economy that is growing exponentially and unrelenting in its competitiveness. We need everyone on deck; everyone respected and valued. To survive, the old paradigms need to be buried where they belong: in the past.

Women and minorities are not only underrepresented in the sciences, they are openly discouraged from pursuing STEM careers at the university level and at early life stages. I was personally insulted by my middle school science teacher - "No, you big dummy!" - after asking a question about calculating the coefficient of linear expansion on a metal wire. I had stifled the immediate urgent need at that moment to deck him, confident of the outcome with the authorities if I had. My parents were not amused, and scheduled a visit with the principal. That was followed by a sweaty, self-preserving "apology" from the science teacher. I passed his class with a descent grade, and moved on from the twerp. The fact both groups are so low means discouragement is remarkably efficient to maintain the status quo of the "usual suspects" in the sciences, and a concentration of wealth and opportunities along gender and cultural lines. Suffice to say, to resist the "haters": you have to want it!

Albert Einstein was so fond of answering the fan mail of children interested in science, author Alice Calaprice wrote a book on it. In an exchange with a young science fan from South Africa named Tiffany:

September 19, 1946: "I forgot to tell you, in my last letter, that I was a girl. I mean I am a girl. I have always regretted this a great deal, but by now I have become more or less resigned to the fact. Anyway, I hate dresses and dances and all the kind of rot girls usually like. I much prefer horses and riding. Long ago, before I wanted to become a scientist, I wanted to b e a jockey and ride horses in races. But that was ages ago, now. I hope you will not think any the less of me for being a girl!"

To which, Einstein's reply was classic, and classy (circa October 1946):

"I do not mind that you are a girl, but the main thing is that you yourself do not mind. There is no reason for it."


Carl Sagan pointed out there is an excellent correlation between poverty for women and high birthrates, whether the country is defined by religion - Christian, Hindu, Irreligious,  Muslim, etc. That would suggest access to birth control increases the wealth of women and nations, WHO would have issue with that is beyond me. Sadly, some obviously would, and attempt to litigate or legitimate their regressive tendencies. Slippery slopes forge unintended pathways, and thereby negative consequences unforeseen.

Minorities (an ironic label for the majority of the Earth's population) at least numerically in this country are hampered by generations of specifically-designed social engineering; castigated for not competing in rigged "rights" of citizenship (like voting); when the value of property plummets at their presence; the neurological harmful effects of leaded plumbing in East Austin and other areas not addressed until gentrification (and now I see climate effects); globalization and technology eliminating previous decent-paying jobs, doubled unemployment rates and the obvious differences dependent on which side of the tracks you were born (still) in education since Brown vs. Board. It's also interesting to see screeds on the Internet against the LGBT community, unbeknownst to the screed producer of the Turing Test for artificial intelligence, or that he's the reason we have in the lexicon "algorithm"; "computation"; "cryptography" (the essence of McAfee, Norton or any antivirus software), or as the father of Computer Science that we're typing on laptops at all. Not to mention the ugly, breathtaking displays of xenophobia at the border of California to children by the great-great-grandchildren of immigrants that have yet to recompense the Native Americans for the sins of Columbus.


We can have myriad months of celebrations that target specific groups and their contributions. It all disappears into the social, attention-deficit ether, eventually. Our discourse, our academia, our music, our self-governance; our sense of right-and-wrong (who goes to prison and who goes to rehab) will not change nor will we survive as a species until we see one another: women, migrants, minorities; LGBT and the current majority...as humans.

Related link: Go-Girl - Gaining Options-Girls Investigate Real Life

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Shape-Shifting Sensor...

Image Source: NIST


Topics: Biology, Diagnostics, Engineering, Medicine, Nanotechnology


Scientists working at the National Institute of Standards and Technology (NIST) and the National Institutes of Health (NIH) have devised and demonstrated a new, shape-shifting probe, about one-hundredth as wide as a human hair, which is capable of sensitive, high-resolution remote biological sensing that is not possible with current technology. If eventually put into widespread use, the design could have a major impact on research in medicine, chemistry, biology and engineering. Ultimately, it might be used in clinical diagnostics.

To date, most efforts to image highly localized biochemical conditions such as abnormal pH* and ion concentration—critical markers for many disorders—rely on various nanosensors that are probed using light at optical frequencies. But the sensitivity and resolution of the resulting optical signals decrease rapidly with increasing depth into the body. That has limited most applications to less obscured, more optically accessible regions.

The new shape-shifting probe devices, described online in the journal Nature,** are not subject to those limitations. They make it possible to detect and measure localized conditions on the molecular scale deep within tissues, and to observe how they change in real time.

NIST: Shape-Shifting Sensor Can Report Conditions from Deep in the Body, Michael Baum

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This is being co-posted from my blogsite, keithaowens.com.

I was told awhile ago to read "Ark of Bones", but I kept putting it off. Not an excuse but, well, it kind of is.

I get like that sometimes.

But deciding to put it off no longer, I made the dutiful trip to my nearby favorite literary watering hole here in Detroit, the Skillman Branch library downtown,which also happens to be yet another in a long list of beautiful old buildings in this city. It's not until you take a pause, stop, then look up and around at what surrounds you as you're standing inside to see just how beautiful it is but...

Another story, another time.

As may now be apparent by now to anyone who has been following this blog, I'm a huge fan of science fiction, fantasy, horror, and just about any genre where reality takes a back seat while the fantastical takes the wheel. Because there are times when reality gets in the way of telling the truth. Or just plan gets in the way. So when discussing with my friend about my love for all things not quite real, he explained that I really needed to read some of Henry Dumas' work. Especially Ark of Bones. As an African American member of that relatively small tribe of darker-hued scifi writers and practitioners, he felt it was somewhat of an obligation of mine to familiarize myself with "Ark of Bones".

He was right.

Except that it is  not only black scifi writers who owe it to themselves a pilgrimage to the Ark. What Dumas managed to accomplish within the brief duration of this remarkable short story is of value to any and all writers of  speculative fiction any and everywhere. What begins as seemingly a simply tale of a small adventure to be shared by two friends in a small southern town turns into an indescribably larger commentary on African American history and the African American condition  that could not have possibly been confined to a narrative fenced in by reality. For this particular telling it was necessary to venture over to the 'other' side, and I was in many ways so reminded of another favorite writer of mine, Toni Morrison, and her book "Song of Solomon" which changed my life as a writer and as a reader.

From "The Devil and Henry Dumas," written by Scott Saul and published in the Boston Review in 2004:

Dumas’s truth came in riddles—fiction that was at once elusive and persuasive. Dumas’s stories are parables by and large, and they reveal the wildly speculative and broodingly contemplative aspects of the Black Arts movement. By turns droll, poignant, surreal, and unflinching in their examination of the rituals and ordeals of black life, the stories are united mostly by their refusal to revel in anything except the richness of the imagination. Dumas’s preference for open-ended tales may help explain how he has attracted a crowd of admirers—Toni Morrison, Ishmael Reed, Maya Angelou, Melvin Van Peebles, Amiri Baraka, Gwendolyn Brooks, Jayne Cortez, Arnold Rampersad—who agree on little beyond their enthusiasm for his work. Dumas’s writing can be a point of origin for any number of journeys.

Indeed it can...

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Women's History Month...

Source: National Academy of Sciences [1]


Topics: Diversity, Diversity in Science, STEM, Women in Science

American Association for the Advancement of Science


This Women's History Month, celebrate women in science through reading! Science Books & Films has even compiled a reading list for the occasion. Below, take a look at science books written by or about women with the accompanying Science NetLinks teaching resources.

AAAS: Books for Women's History Month

American Institute of Physics: Scitation


Their Day in the Sun: Women of the Manhattan Project, Ruth H. Howes, Caroline L. Herzenberg and Benjamin C. Zulueta, Reviewer

Amazon.com: The public perception of the making of the atomic bomb is yet an image of the dramatic efforts of a few brilliant male scientists. However, the Manhattan Project was not just the work of a few and it was not just in Los Alamos. It was, in fact, a sprawling research and industrial enterprise that spanned the country from Hanford in Washington State to Oak Ridge in Tennessee, and the Met labs in Illinois. The Manhattan Project also included women in every capacity. During World War II the manpower shortages opened the laboratory doors to women and they embraced the opportunity to demonstrate that they, too, could do 'creative science'.

National Academy of Sciences


Published since 1877, Biographical Memoirs provide the life histories and selected bibliographies of deceased National Academy of Sciences members. Colleagues familiar with the subject's work write these memoirs and as such, the series provides a biographical history of science in America. This special collection features memoirs of women who shaped American science. We hope you will enjoy – and be inspired by – the biographies of these groundbreaking researchers.

1. Biographical Memoirs: Women's History Month

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IR and G-HAT...



Image: NGC 2403 in Camelopardalis. Dysonian SETI, not limited to relatively nearby stars, looks for signs of astroengineering not just in our own but in distant galaxies like this one, some ten million light years away.. Credit & Copyright: Martin Pugh.

Topics: Drake Equation, SETI, Space, Space Exploration


This has been a week devoted to extraterrestrial technologies and the hope that, if they exist, we can find them. Large constructions like Dyson spheres, and associated activities like asteroid mining on the scale an advanced civilization might use to make them, all factor into the mix, and as we’ve seen, so do starships imagined in a wide variety of propulsion systems and designs. Dysonian SETI, as it is called, takes us into the realm of the hugely speculative, but hopes through sifting our abundant astronomical data to find evidence of distant engineering.

This effort is visible in projects like the Glimpsing Heat from Alien Technologies (G-HAT) SETI program, which proceeds in the capable hands of Jason Wright and colleagues Steinn Sigurðsson and Matthew Povich at Penn State (see Wright’s Glimpsing Heat from Alien Technologies essay in these pages as well as his AstroWright blog). For those wanting to follow up these ideas, an excellent introduction is the paper “Dysonian Approach to SETI: A Fruitful Middle Ground?”, which ran in JBIS in 2011 (Vol. 64, pp. 156-165). It’s not, unfortunately, available online, though the British Interplanetary Society offers a print copy of the entire back issue here.

Centauri Dreams: SETI Explores the Near-Infrared, Paul Gilster

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