I knew this was coming and i've been putting it off some time. I never put my foot forward if i don't think i have something real to offer, and i think my time here is spent.
I've done what i intended to do. I met the love of my life, went overseas, did that whole thing, brought her and Ash back with me, and we're living happily back where i intended for us to live for some time. I came on here during a dark time in my life, and used to think that if it wasn't for this place, i'd have never met my light. But now that i can stand back and realize what's really going on, i know the opposite is true. This place is just as dark as any place that was in my heart. Nikki was the light.
In my time here, I've seen karma wars, flame attacks, segments of the population making individuals feel like shit for no reason, members lying to others about EVERYTHING that doesn't matter a damn, people making comments on profiles and journals just to drum up meaningless points to hurl at friends and enemies, people accusing me of squashing cats and turning them into paper thin mummies, and let's not even get into multiple account trolling ( Uhinson, i'm talking to you. )
All that being said, that's not the reason i'm leaving and these things were all good for a laugh or two. The main reason i'm done is that i rarely even use comment sections, blogs, journals, etc any more. I stay away from these things because I used to have high hopes for this world, and the more i read them the more i think the world SHOULD be destroyed, just to stamp out idiocy once and for all. Instead of dwelling on this hatred i have for the way humans share their opinions now, I choose simply not to be part of it. This choice may come at the cost of missing the nuggets of wisdom that the few intelligent ones come up with, but like I said before. My life is full. I want not any more. Never in the past 10 months have i had time or reason to say "hell. i'm going online to post blogggggggage.". I'm not bragging or lording over anyone. That's just how it is. And i know there are folks who certainly enjoy this kind of interaction, and I can understand why.
There's been some good times, that's for sure. I've had some real fast friends. Some people i wish i could have gotten to know more. I've given people my myspace and facebook info, and a few of you have taken me up on that. and i dont' use them all that much. I'll truly look back on the council of doom days with fondness. Atwa, I still have the taro card you sent Nikki and I in a safe and meaningful place and it reminds me of you allways. SPLChamp, choose a random badger-based comment about world peace and midgets and hurl it at yourself. You deserve it.
I suppose since this is the end, i should leave you with some imparted wisdom....i would tell you to dwell on the positives. Don't complain about what you can't change, and focus on the good qualities of folks and leave the bad for someone else.
I think that's it. Thank you to everyone who nurtured my creative spirit. And in the spirit of that spark, and in the interest of going out in my own personal idiom, i would leave you with a link to follow me onto my myspace page for the first of a new era of my music. I have 5 tracks up for whoever wants to listen. So come on over. Join me forever. I promise that no one gets out alive.
This is mogulus...signing off.
10 years agomogulus
I knew this was coming and i've been putting it off some time. I never put my foot forward if i don't think i have something real to offer, and i think my time here is spent.
10 years agomogulus
anyone heard of the fairness doctorine? research it.
if the dems sweep into power on all levels, they're bringing it back.
goodbye to republican talk radio ( the only right wing facet of a democratic controlled media regime ).
the fairness doctorine was instituted long ago and used by presidents like Nixon and Johnson to silence political opponents under the guise of protecting fair and balanced news coverage. It is meant to ensure that for every minute of broadcasting given the right, the left would get the same. Sounds good, doesn't it? that's why it was called what it was. But in implementing it, it becomes nothing short of a tool to destroy self expression.
the democrats have been in control of all 3 networks and all cable news channels except fox news for some time now. when the fairness doctorine was swept away in the 80's ( or maybe late 70's ), it paved the way for Rush Limbaugh, Alan Handleman, G. Gordon Liddy and more. The democrats were more than allowed to have their own talk shows, but it turned out there was no market for it. AM talk radio is listened to, it turns out, by predominately conservative folks ( working folks, if you will, not college indoctorined field mice ) and leftists programming never took hold.
the federal government even sponsored a station for liberals called "air america" headed by such stars as Al Franken, Jenean Garofalo ( spelling mistakes abroad. fuck off. it's 1:08 and i'm sleep deprived ) and even George Clooney. Guess what?
it flopped hard.
it turns out AM radio, at least for now, belongs to us right wing extremists, and we have a stranglehold on it.
Without the fairness doctorine, if the democratic programs started getting better ratings, they would get on the air and we would never even be able to stop it, even if we wanted to. I for one would welcome the competition. but for now, the free market has expressed a lack of need for it as such.
IF THE FAIRNESS DOCTORINE IS IMPLEMENTED, AM RADIO WILL BE FORCED TO EITHER COMPLY BY GIVING AN EQUAL AMMOUNT OF PROGRAMMING TIME TO LIBERAL SHOWS THAT WILL NOT DRAW AD REVENUE OR DROP THE POLITICAL TALK SHOWS ALTOGETHER. EVEN GIANTS LIKE RUSH LIMABAUGH WILL BE VUNERABLE TO THIS.
in other words, if you have a one hour show from a right wing candidate drawing 4 million listeners, you would have to have an hour of left wing programming immediately afterwards, EVEN IF IT DREW NO VIEWERS AT ALL.
i don't care if you like Rush or hate him, this pertains to all of us, even beyond talk radio. This is about freedom of speech. Keep in mind that the ones implementing this doctorine would be able to pick and choose which shows or which people would be forced to comply. In other words, if they don't like a newspaper editor, they can force him to run himself out of business while looking the other way of the newspaper editors in their pockets. THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED WITH NIXON/JOHNSON/JFK, ETC.
If you draw an audience in this country as it is now, you can have your show. THE LEFT WING EXTREMISTS, INCLUDING OBAMA, FREELY ADMIT THEY WANT TO QUASH THIS TO SOLIDIFY THEIR POWER BASE.
DO NOT VOTE FOR BARACK OBAMA. IF YOU DO, YOU WILL REGRET IT IN LESS THAN 6 MONTHS. I AM WARNING YOU RIGHT NOW.
I know alot of you are democrats and you're not idiots. you're not assholes and you don't want to destroy freedom, pride or the american economy. Obama fully and totally does. Search your heart and vote for who you know will do the country better. Obama has admitted he wants to bankrupt the coal industry in this country and practically hobble the auto industry. He admitted this is what he wants to do. You can't even pretend that he's putting his country, or any of you, first.
I know you hate George Bush. But he's not running this year. He's gone. You lived through your nightmare and you're still here.
America may not survive this president we are about to elect.
If you know me, you know I do not rattle at shadows. This threat is real and this man, Barack Obama, is flat out dangerous.
vote against him one way or another, for god's sakes.
forget the economy. forget the bailout. the fairness doctorine could be THE biggest issue in the next 4 years. And McCain would never ever ever implement it; Hell, Bill Clinton knew better than to implement this trash.
Oh well, the polls are showing no matter what i say, not enough people will read this to make a difference anyway.
I'll just see you in commie land...after the country goes down in flames.
10 years agomogulus
hey, everyone! yes, we're back in the US, and i couldn't be happier. We've been settled into the old homestead for about a week now, at long last. We had some issues with some things on the way in, but nothing damning. The worst of it was definitely the shape of the place i rented out to a young couple, which we're living in now.
no offense, but this couple, my ex tennants, were complete slobs. they left us with 9 cats ( maybe 10 we lost count after the pregnant one had 4 kittens while we were catching them, which either brings the total to 13 or 14, dog hair deeper than the carpet was tall in the master bedroom, and an infestation of fleas. Not to mention broken doorknobs, uncleaned air conditioner filters and more.
After a couple days cleaning walls, floors, windows and getting the place back in order, it seems like i never left. The only difference is now i'm not alone. Nikki and Ash are doing fantastic and are having a good time. Ash and I are kicking the ball around in the backyard ( something you have to go to a park to do back in Perth ), the three of us are doing family visits ( we had no family to visit back there ) and generally enjoying life alot more. You don't know how much i'm enjoying the cold snap this week. It's been awhile since I had a bite in the air like this.
I love America like I never knew before. I haven't broken down and cried about it, and i'm sure it's the same for everyone regardless of where they're from, but there really is nothing like coming back home after an extended leave. I hope Nikki doesn't have the kind of culture shock i had when i went Aussie, and I seriously hope Americans give her a much warmer welcome than I got over there.
So...how's everyone doing? haven't much time to read everyone's emails. Looking for a job, cleaning dog hair ( which is over ), catching up with old friends and such, leaves me little online time. I hope to be on more once i get my compy up online. For the time being, i'm stealing laptop time from Nikki.
Peace and love. And it's GOOD TO BE HOME.
pictures on the way
10 years agomogulus
Hello there. I've been gone a long time. Part of my abscence has been from a complete lack of time, and from my lack of interest in writing and continuing my current story. It's stalled and I don't really see myself picking it back up. I know i'm horrible and that it's the worst thing a writer can do to abandon a bunch of his own characters in space, but that's the way it is for now.
I've been pouring my heart into a series of E.P. music releases that i've posted the first of on my myspace page. Support me if you will, i'm not forcing it down anyone's throat. If you want to find it, you know how to. Blackstar Bill. look me up.
I'm totally ready and excited to relocate my family back home. We're leaving tomorrow at 11:00 pm, so pray for our flights and that we make it without too much trouble. I'm worried about my boy, and how he'll handle the plane trip. I hope he doesn't get too bored. He's a good kid and i'm sure he'll behave, i just don't want us getting home to make him too unpleasent. Once we get home, i know i can take care of Nikki and him. But getting there won't be a walk in the park, nor has it been.
finally, Wake the hell up, America. Vote for John McCain.
10 years agomogulus
hey all. no update on ze story today i'm afraid. the family and i went out to see the dark knight today. holy cow was it incredible.
what the hell are they going to do to bring back the joker now?!!!
i'm thinking michael keaton but thats just me.
seriously, this movie was drop dead exactly what i'd want out of a batman film...BUT...i wish to freaking hell they wouldnt have killed off ***************. And you who have seen the film know who i'm not talking about...
...so anyway, have a great week, people.
btw: anyone interested in a game of age of empires 2?
11 years agomogulus
episode 4: foundation instructions
I lay in my quarters 20 minutes later, staring at the book lying in front of me on my bunk. In white, bold letters, set against a plain blue background, were the words "foundation instructions: a guide for civilian participants on planet Mars". I had read it cover to cover. Chapter one dealt with problems earth faced and what the purpose and drive behind the 'second chance' program originally was. Overpopulation was never an issue. Humanity had come to the realization that our main problem was our tendancy to group together, so we'd kind of begun fanning out, with a stark realization, at least in my own mind, that Earth was actually, after all, plenty big enough for all of us.
The main problem was a lack of resources, and when I was a kid last century, I'd have thought it would be over something like gold or oil. No. Not at all. The whole issue was starting to shift toward water.
Canada had become somewhat of an equal to other superpowers with over three fourths of all fresh water on earth within her borders. Water wasn't exactly hard to come by, but for some reason it got to the point that it cost around six times per gallon what diesel cost, give or take. There wasn't so much a lack of rain, as just a gradual lowering of some water tables due to high population density, which had a spreading effect of the worldwide price for liquid H20. Scientists found ways to get water from glaciers, from the air itself, better ways to dam rivers and many other beautiful ideas. One of the solutions was the idea of outward expansion.
The United States, Canada and Russia had spearheaded this program, followed swiftly by the Asians and then, seemingly, by every single country on earth in some form of support or another. It wasn't exactly world changing or anything, but it was kind of the first moment i'd realized that there had been a very extended period of peace in the civilized world. The superpowers, for over 100 years now, had never actually committed to War and probably never would again. Of course there were attrocities, but on a large scale I lived in the most bloodless time in human history. There effectively was a collective of earthen power and it immediately pointed upward. I suppose the true purpose of our whole program wasn't actually to save the earth, but rather make politicians look like the visionaries they're not, and give us Civilians something to dream about. I never had a problem with either, and truely am glad that not only we went, but also that i went along.
Chapters 2-5 dealt with the Shuttle Craft, Lander and the machinery that the mission entailed. Chapter 6 began a 12 chapter step by step rundown of the mission, written point by point for each member of the crew, by name. Chapter 18 had a series of flow charts for disasters in case I and my fellow civilians forgot any of our training. NASA was leaving nothing up to chance in sending a civilian work force, and it showed. Sometimes I felt like a complete idiot. And I was a member of MENSA...
The book felt like a lifeline. I looked at the picture of Stacey, Mom and I. It was my lifeline to home.
I imagined something going wrong in the mission and the pressure seals of the lander blowing open, spilling me, all my things and my buddies into space, and this picture hitting the windshield of some passing alien recon patrol millions of years later.
The problem i was having with all this was that it all seemed so random as to if it was all going to work out. Sure, we had been trained, the mathemeticians had done their work, but hell if anything went wrong at any time, i wouldn't know what to do. And i wouldn't be able to stop what i was doing and grab the foundation instructions, written by 'our guy on the ground Adair Grey.'
"Fuck, Steve." I said to myself, staring from the book to the photo and back again, with no sleep in sight for millions of miles..."This job is starting to get to you..."
11 years agomogulus
episode 4: mission briefing
As I surveyed my view below on the dead planet, Avers stood before us at the small podium in front. He had obviously been in space enough that the many wonderous beholdings didn't faze him one bit. He looked and spoke to us not as if we were Astronauts ready to work, but rather tourists that needed to learn our place.
"For those of you who's space cherry hadn't been popped until now, welcome to the fold. What we've got here before us all is the closest planet to the mother land. A big ass rust bucket we all call "Mars." but trust me. You'll all be referring to it with much much more colorful language by the time i'm done with you." He scanned the room. "Civilian Private Deacon. Step forward."
Seymore Deacon, my least favorite member of the team, who looked like he should be hauling logs in the Amazon instead of working on a NASA project, stepped forward. "Howdy, Boss." He chirped. "That the mud hole we be terraformin' fore we be plantin us some cotton..."
His jest was abruptly interrupted by Avers, who cut him right off..."...Mud hole denotes the presence of liquid water, Private. You know that's an amenity we won't be afforded...right away. I'm singling you out for a test. I want you to scan the room and pick one person on the team you DONT know on a first name basis."
His eyes didn't even scan the room. They singled me right out.
"That one there." He said, with a hint of comic cheese. "He's the one done stoled my purse."
Avers walked toward me and away from him, arms folded behind his back. "I could have singled any of you sons of bitches out and you all could have picked one person you didn't know. All of you, that is, except your loyal and trust worthy pilots. Myself included. We pilot folk-Commander Weaver, Officer Rudd and Major Reynolds- have served together for longer than some of you greens have been alive. And we know each other on a first name basis. Each and every one of you are lucky. Each one of you are capable. And every one of you are vunerable to the hard reality of nature down below. In exactly 12 hours, after our rest cycle, provided there are no anomalies, you civilians, your fellow non pilots the scientists, and myself will descend through a thin cloud canopy and a couple miles of atmosphere via the landing pod coupled to this shuttle, and the greatest adventure in all of scientific history shall begin. You can bet all three pilots will be looking out for me. You can bet i'll be looking out for all of you. Can you presume to say that you're looking out for your people...when you don't even know their first name, Private Seymore Deacon?"
Seymore's eyes glazed over. You could tell he resented the idea of military discipline.
Major Reynolds strolled over toward the podium as Avers nodded to Seymore to excuse himself.
"Fightmaster." Haan whispered over my shoulder. "Major Reynolds. He's like, the most killing S.O.B. who ever lived..."
"...ahem." Reynolds began. "May I begin?" He was addressing Avers. But he was telling Haan to shut the hell up. "You all know what you have to do. You all have your training. You may all be civilians, but you're all rank and file right beside of any astronaut i've ever met. You each and all have the skills required to bring this home. So what are we hoping to accomplish? Simple. We are to establish the infrastructure for a permenant moisture extraction settlement on the south pole of the planet, ready the habitat for future tennancy, and survive...on our own with minimal supplies, for one full year."
"It gets us out of watching that stupid Dick Clarke new years eve thing...and the Macy's parade." Seymore coughed.
Most everyone laughed.
"Review your flight manuals." Avers said. "Nothing's been left up to chance. We will pile onto the lander, detatch, hurtle through the atmosphere, slowing our fall through chutes and thrusters until a pillow soft landing on the surface. There, we will use the equipment packed on the lander to set up our moisture collecting device and live in the lander until the inflatable dwellings are propped. It's dead simple. And it's been designed that way with you civilians in mind. There are no instructions or orders or directives in the manual that a civilian would not understand...but regardless, if you do have questions, do not hesitate to raise Avers or one of the Shuttle Crew via the comm link."
"Is anyone confused, retarded, scared or wanna go home?" Avers asked. "Good because NASA doesn't give a fuck. Get some rest, nice meeting you, and see you in a cycle..."
No one moved.
"DISMISSED...?..." Fightmaster said.
That got us moving. We'd been fed. Now we had to get some rest. And that wouldn't be easy considering i'd been looking forward to mining mars since i was a kid, and now i was going to be.
As I strolled toward the hatch, I happened to remark to Haan how I didn't see us getting back down to the lander on our own, when suddenly the gravity siren sounded and I began to float off the ground.
Avers exited the lander with us. The scientists were the first ones out, followed by us civilians and then Avers.
I swore, as I turned to leave, I saw Avers share a knowing glare with Fightmaster...or was I just being paranoid...?
11 years agomogulus
episode 3: the family
As it spun, it wobbled, suspended there in the air, moving toward me closer and closer...
A hand grabbed my shoulder. I was pulled up to a vertical position with what i had assumed to had been the wall but was really the floor...
...everyone else was waiting for me.
"Rookie." came a voice with an eastern european accent snorted. "He was much worse his first time. I nearly pissed myself."
"Fightmaster." Avers said into the mic on his sleeve. "Grav me."
The strange bass siren came again and the elevator ride down came to an end. The weight of my body was suddenly a hinderence. I'd quite gotten used to just having my organs floating around inside me.
"Whatcha looking forward to more, Chewie? The meal or the view?" Haan asked the chinese scientist.
"I've been watching the landing site from my room like, for the last couple hours. What? Don't you have a window?" Chewie winked at fellow windowed-quartered astronaut Phill Kenner. Phil approached me. I hadn't seen him in a few hours on account he'd been holled up alone since we cut auto pilot.
"How's it going? Don't know about you," He said "but i'm about ready to masticate me some foul."
"Does anyone know if we get to meet the fightmaster tonight?" I asked. "We've been looking so forward..."
"...Colnel Reynolds will be in attendance, as will everyone." Avers announced. "This is a family and tonight is a family gathering. Televised for the folks back home, so don't pick your nose or anything embarassing...its going to be on four major networks prime time."
"What?!" Chewie gasped. "Fuck. I hate seeing myself on vid."
"We all walked the short distance down the small hallway to a tiny flight of stairs. We went single file. I waited until Chewie was past. Avers stood by, to bring up the rear.
"We're not on camera." I whispered.
"Of course not. That would be ridiculous." He grinned.
The little i knew of Avers, the little i liked.
What they called a dining room area was actually a small break room function area. The table was small, but just large enough for us to fit around it. The food was good. The drinks were freaking off the hook. We were all about the usual make friendly yap yap, laughing at each others' jokes, idiot pilots hitting on Anne, the Australian scientist, who just happened to be sort of nice to look at AND a woman, Hiro Yatsuda, the Japanese scientist no one really talked to doing his usual emo thing and just sitting and looking harsh from place to place, random members of the science team prodding Reynolds as per his nickname and more, until my fellow ( very much more outspoken ) civilian worker chose to just blurt it out...
"So, i hear your'e taking us to some fucking rusted up shithole waterless outhouse backwoods planet smaller than earth, with no atmosphere and enough carbon dioxide to drop a man in a minute!!! WOW!!!"
The house erupted in laughter. Two of the pilots joined in to play.
"We know we know." Rudd wiped a tear from his eyes. "We're devising, however, you'll have to admit...the coolest ways to die in the universe." He held his hands up at his sides.
Dennis Weaver, the head pilot, stepped in front of him And everyone sort of quieted down for him. "Look, people, I know it's a laugh riot. You're drunk as piss, and our studies are showing that drinking a shot in space is like having...um...what? six? on earth....? yeah. So, you're all smashed off your asses and good for you."
"But." He continued and suddenly looked serious. "In a tiny little bit, fellows, we're going to go up to the observation deck on the forward bay. It's beautiful. You unlucky sons of bitches without windows are going to be seeing Mars for the first time since we rotated the ship for you all to see. It wasn't even as big as an eraser head then. It fills the sky now. WE'RE HERE. Our journey is over. But now, the game is ON. No one can screw around or screw up. No personal feelings, no anger, no resentment. No hostility or anything less than brotherly love." He looked at everyone, his pilots included, stopping at Avers for a moment. They'd served together for years.
"What he's saying, good me," Avers added, "Is look out for each other."
"Are we ready?" Chewie asked. "I really need to see me some rust!"
I looked down to see if anyone was still eating.
There wasn't a piece of food left on the table. Not even a crumb.
As everyone got up, stretched and followed Reynolds and Rudd up to the observation deck, I suddenly realized that I was feeling something wierd.
The simulated gravity pulled me down toward the ground.
There was a second source of gravity, weaker, pulling me toward something up and to the right...
Suddenly, the observation deck was opening before me. I was the fifth one in, the room was huge, dark, and the windows were reinforced with integrated steel beams, wrapping all around the field of view.
Mars was above us and to the right, pulling us all toward it with a phantom force. His orange red glow shone through the windows down on us as we gazed.
The poles of the southern hemisphere, white and pristine, rotated switly beneath us.
11 years agomogulus
episode 2: the spinning dot
The door to my cell was a slatted hard runged opaque vertican veil made from "space age" material. Nothing onboard this white bucket was made by "human hands". Every bit was manufactured as if it was poured out of a mold. All the consoles. All of the utilities. There were no wires or dangling bits to be found. And to operate nearly anything, a simple press of a button was needed.
I took my gaze off the wall and glanced at the workout machine in the corner. A few crunches wouldn't hurt the constitution...
I lept, startled when, suddenly, the door opened vertically, like a mini blind, without so much as a sound! Half a second later, an artificial 'opening door' sound came from a speaker to the left of the door. The sound was of an old wood door creaking on worn hinges. You'd be surprised how much that little touch reminded us of home.
Standing at attention ( and ordering me the same ), in the middle of the hatch, stood Major Ross Avers.
I jumped to my feet. Ross Avers was one of our four pilots. He was the only one who routinely checked on us. We'd seen all of the others except for the reclusive one they called "Fightmaster". Now, i know what you're thinking...i'd jumped to my feet out of some sort of apprehension or fear for the man. Onboard a spacecraft, however, i've found there's no such thing. I did it out of my respect for his skills. It's no small thing to pilot a shuttle, and this guy held the whole thing in his hands every time they disengaged Mother One's auto pilot.
I had complete trust in the rest of the crew. though I had never met one, two were a complete mystery to me and this one not much more, I knew that all of our lives and the success of what we were doing depended on what each and every one of us did. We had complete confidence in one another. A comrodery that i'm sure was unique.
"Private...permission to enter?"
"Sir you know it, sir."
He took a step. Then two more and then a pivot. All four moves took less than a second. Nothing he did was anything more than a series of pre planned steps and it showed like hell. This man was ahead of everything by three steps. It was awe inspiring.
"Weaver and Rudd are rounding the others up. We've got baked chicken falling off the damn bone...we've got spuds, corn, stuff we've been thinking about. It's Martian Thanksgiving, after all. Ready for dinner, soldier?" He asked. I chuckled and raised an eyebrow...
"Sure." I said, looking up as i followed him out into the hub of the lander. An open hatch that was closed during nearly the whole journey now beckoned. "I've been dying to go to the observation deck aboard the shuttle craft for weeks now, but the ground operator said it was no dice...for security reasons. And that i had everthing..."
"...Old Adair wasn't trying to be mean, youngster, just doing his job. And doing it well. He had orders not to compromise the shuttle compartment after the attack. When a million people die, lives tend to be affected...even if you are a bagillion miles away. Just imagine if Chewie hadn't have turned out to be one of the few and proud..."
"And what? Sabotaged the mission?" I asked "No offense, sir. Putting him in confine didnt piss me off or anything, it's..."
"The pilots got together and decided if he really was still cool after what went down he wouldn't mind. Turns out we were right. We don't have it out for any of you, you know that. We are in actuality quite sorry for putting the rest of you through that. But look. On a lighter note," A friendly grin took over the solemn look that had dominated his face "excuse us for our secrecy in the mealcall, though. It was fun sliding down the rope Reynolds tied to the doorhandle. Did we surprise the hell out of you or what?"
"Actually, you freaked me out a bit. But i'ts ok, Sir." I said, not knowing if i sounded like an idiot. "I've been without a window..."
"So you missed the meteor shower? Holy fuck i'd just kill myself, soldier."
"Look on the bright side." He said with a smile and paused.
"What?" I asked. He said nothing, and continued staring straight at me.
I looked all around as a strange sound echoed through the facility. A warning siren. All bass, very warm.
Something gently changed within me. I'd felt it before, but not by surprise. It was like an elevator dropping out of control at first....then it was like falling but when I realized ( 3.5 seconds later ) everything was ok...
"It's all good now. The gravity generator is off and we can get to the shuttle. The others will be along in no time, so just follow me." And with no more than that, he pressed his foot against the floor, aiming with precision, toward the manhole sized hatch no more than 6 feet up...It wasn't an impossible target...
...i judged...then pushed off!
...Oh fuck i goofed. I instantly forgot my anti grav training and all that crap and started flailing out of control.
At first i thought i would miss the hatch...but when I slammed into the wall, Ross simply held onto my ankle from inside the hole and pushed my leg one way. My entire body swung out almost perfectly lined up and he gave a tug, pulling me through slowly. i grabbed my hands around the edges and pulled myself on in, holding on with my right and swinging onto the wall.
"What the hell now?!!!" I asked.
"Just wait for the others. We'll turn it back on with the hatch closed.
He seemed to be taking a bit of glee in my utter bewilderment of the antigravital spectacle. I was just a civilian, after all. And imagine when I accidentally spat and the bubble ended up floating in mid air not far from my face?
I just stared like an idiot, just like before, as voices from 'below' told me my daydream time was short. The dudes were on their way.
But damn it, that bubble of spit was just spinning around and around, like a little planet...I wanted to stare at it forever.
11 years agomogulus
episode one: six by eight
I stared at the wall in my quarters. My world was a square room, six feet by eight, adorned with posters, photos from back home, including the one of me, mom and Stacey at the lake, maps of our landing site and trinkets from the pile of good luck charms donated by worldwide wellwishers at liftoff and other nonsensical things that made me "me".
I stared at the wall because I was a lowly civilian worker, which meant i had fought for my ticket aboard this tin can tooth and nail, hence I ended up being a nobody aboard, hence forth I ended up with one of the 3 cabins that lacked a viewing portal.
I would be the first to stand up and tell you how awesome working in space could be, were I back home in Iowa, working earth with my brother. I always gazed out at the stars at night to wonder what was out there. I thought and pondered because I never thought in my lifetime humanity would ever dare to "go".
Guess what? We WENT.
It all came about from the sudden and wildly unbelieved ( by the reluctant scientific community ) perfection of cold fusion by the Russians. It led to a revolution. Suddenly, there was a way to produce mean work with sustainable energy. Electricity ceased to be a commodity and was simply a right. With the sudden break in the dependancy on the nasty old ( but freaking reliable ) old school machinery such as cars, hydrogen fuel cells became commonplace.
There had been a backlash of violence from the undeveloped countries, but very simply put, it didn't matter any more. Because we were in charge of our fates.
You know, one thing that struck me about all this was the reliance on the governments to use scare tactics on it's citizens, and the citizens' gullability in believing whatever they read. The whole world had thought, for the past 50 years, that we were wrecking the planet. That we were squandering the last "10 years" we had. Well, when the end didn't come, they didn't learn, and the cycle of fear continued.
Most of the populace, as they did 10 years ago, still believe everything is fucked. That we're all screwed. And in that sentiment, the mission to the planet Mars ended up being called, quite lamely, "second chance".
Second chance should have been called something Greek or Roman, like Appolo or Mercury or...gasp...Mars. But instead, the governments involved, listening to a corporate think tank designed to attract civilian investors, called it by a lame advertising slogan. A term to blast all over television and indoctrinate an entire generation into thinking that Mars is the only chance.
It's a good way to get an ulcer. And i'd never worry so much. But I do however, let my mind wander. I let it do so a great deal. And it's thusly that I looked up into the sky and decided that, when the call went out for 3 civilian workers, that I would apply. I went through the boot camp. I went through the military training. The 7 years of torturous agony not even knowing if i'd make the final cull. But I did, damn it. I did like hell. Because that's what i wanted to do.
And then I stared at this here wall. And i'd been doing it all day.
Space, it turned out, was really boring.
We had been in our landing craft, attatched to the top of the main shuttle and it's crew of 4 ex-fighter pilot hard asses...great guys...rotating in space to simulate our gravity and trying not to go stir crazy for a bit over 3 and a half months now. Card games were starting to run together. Jokes were getting annoying. We were simply getting bored as hell.
Our lander was a large rotating cyllender split into 15 compartments of varying size set up with all the feels of home. 8 living quarters of equal size, , a "banquet hall", 4 science laboratories for those of us who were lucky enough to have degrees, a toilet that you would laugh if you ever saw, and the control room, which acted as a central relay to all systems in the entire unit. I wasn't allowed in there.
Of all those rooms, only one concerned me at the moment. The banquet hall. "That night" at "7:00", the seldom seen 4 pilots were to join us in a victory dinner, then it would be off to the observation deck aboard the shuttle craft ( for the first time, personally ) for a glass of champaigne over a martian sunrise.
I felt no fear, just unease.
If i had known what to expect, i would have been petrified...
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