Quick check in
Work's getting a little busy again. Unfortunately, so is protest season. Fortunately (I suppose), it's also the rainy season.
Two things about rainy season that I've learned to appreciate in modern times: it gives me a cushion if I forget to water the plants on my balcony, and it probably helps dampen protests in the streets if it's pouring buckets on them.
Naturally, right when work gets busy again, I had a bit of a breakthrough in one story I've been trying to plot for a few years. I don't have all the characters in place yet, but I've already known the driving force behind the plot, and now I think I've got an idea of something to keep it going, with a sense of urgency.
It's not fannish, though; it's totally original. When it's done, it'll be "Blue Screen of Revolution."
So ... should I put it up here, or maybe create an original-works journal? (Since maybe someday I might want to publish the thing.)
At the least, I've got a bit of a synopsis or something. I'll put it behind the cut.
They realized a hundred years ago that if they kept going, Earth's environment would collapse beyond recovery and render humanity's home uninhabitable. They had less than three years to change course, and they'd have to keep up their efforts for a hundred years if they wanted the change to stick.
They set up weather control systems, draconian environmental procedures, and an all-powerful Environmental Commission to oversee it all - to oversee everything, all aspects of life on Earth, because if they could be overruled, then their efforts would be for nothing, and there might not be an Earth to bequeath to the next generation. And when the job was done, the Commission would step aside.
They're a year away from success.
And seven days away from losing it all.
The Commission has decided that while the environment may be saved, the human race won't be ready to take over again for another generation. And the artificial intelligences tasked with controlling the weather are, one by one, going mad, refusing to listen to the Commission's orders.
And the storm of the century is about to strike, and cripple the most critical rain forest on Earth, and then lay waste to the breadbasket of a dozen worlds for an encore.
One meteorologist, one social scientist, one spacer, and one soldier have a week to discover the truth, and learn what to do with it.
The truth will make them free ... either that, or destroy them all.
Two things about rainy season that I've learned to appreciate in modern times: it gives me a cushion if I forget to water the plants on my balcony, and it probably helps dampen protests in the streets if it's pouring buckets on them.
Naturally, right when work gets busy again, I had a bit of a breakthrough in one story I've been trying to plot for a few years. I don't have all the characters in place yet, but I've already known the driving force behind the plot, and now I think I've got an idea of something to keep it going, with a sense of urgency.
It's not fannish, though; it's totally original. When it's done, it'll be "Blue Screen of Revolution."
So ... should I put it up here, or maybe create an original-works journal? (Since maybe someday I might want to publish the thing.)
At the least, I've got a bit of a synopsis or something. I'll put it behind the cut.
They realized a hundred years ago that if they kept going, Earth's environment would collapse beyond recovery and render humanity's home uninhabitable. They had less than three years to change course, and they'd have to keep up their efforts for a hundred years if they wanted the change to stick.
They set up weather control systems, draconian environmental procedures, and an all-powerful Environmental Commission to oversee it all - to oversee everything, all aspects of life on Earth, because if they could be overruled, then their efforts would be for nothing, and there might not be an Earth to bequeath to the next generation. And when the job was done, the Commission would step aside.
They're a year away from success.
And seven days away from losing it all.
The Commission has decided that while the environment may be saved, the human race won't be ready to take over again for another generation. And the artificial intelligences tasked with controlling the weather are, one by one, going mad, refusing to listen to the Commission's orders.
And the storm of the century is about to strike, and cripple the most critical rain forest on Earth, and then lay waste to the breadbasket of a dozen worlds for an encore.
One meteorologist, one social scientist, one spacer, and one soldier have a week to discover the truth, and learn what to do with it.
The truth will make them free ... either that, or destroy them all.