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landscape m8s! where and how are they and what does it look like.


good so far, interesting but I don't know where they are- the street looks, the crumbling infra etc. dare I mention psychogeography? how does the pocked bullet holes in buildings affect the normal citizen? long ting tho ennit.

adds texture dunnit?
 
Bone white and three paces long, carved.


These were the descriptions given in Shellaghs ‘On The Third Continent’


He was talking of the rifles. Strangely fluted, odd pipe tones would sound as a breeze blew over barrels. Shellagh of course was writing from three centuries ago, but the man before him was carrying just such a weapon. Albino mutes who conversed by an alien handslang, his 40 men sat or squatted in the road behind him playing games with dice. Nobody was more than a stride from immaculate scrimshawed rifle.

Over half of them had filed canines, most wore intricate whorls of tattoo over that ghost white skin. Wide brimmed hats and loose robes of flowing green and black kept the sun from their flesh.


There are no accidents. Jarl Senec of the third illitan company was flexible enough to allow this concept. He’d spent 1 long summer in the company of a eunuch (who had tried his luck nonetheless) who taught him the rudiments of thinking beyond the military doctrines learned at the Collegium. The military strategies of the people who refuse to be defeated even when they cannot survive a pitched battle. Lethal harassment. Control of populace.


And these. Self reliant sharpshooters from a cult older than the worship of Sol. Cursed and blessed freaks. 2000 miles out of place, oathbreakers for these things supposedly served only the Empress of the Southern Reaches.


The ranks didn’t like them. Many thrown gestures of abuse or even signs against evil when they thought the Jarl couldn’t see. But they needn’t march with the men. They range.


Jarls grasp of handslang was poor but the troop’s leader (captain?) had som ilitan so a contract was hammered out. For food, water and victors share they would aid him for six moons. Long enough to break the Randari supply lines.
 
DotCommunist yeah sorry, they're in Moldova lol, Jack and talisha have gone there for a weapons deal to go back to fight the fash in the uk while Svetlana and Mark have gone there to escape from the fash (again!) and start a new life, albeit in fairly grim surroundings. I should probably describe the street and the flat a bit more!
 
And this is from the point of view of Louise's new gf:

'Nah, mate, she scares me,' Louise whispers. 'Things come back, you know? Bit by bit. She scares me, proper scares me. We had summink. Summink special but I can't remember, can't remember the feelings. I know I need to fight but not with 'er.' she squeezes my hand.
'She don't understand its over now,' she says. 'She thinks I'm the same person and we can just go back to 'ow things was but I cant and she can't accept that.'
'How much do you remember?' I say.
'Its coming back. Bit by bit like. My brother, I remember him. Can't remember 'is name like but I know I 'ave 'im. I know we was anti fash. Our whole family was.' she looks around.
'I been piecing it together,' she says. 'I didn't speak like them others. I ain't familiar with that classics, that literature like they was trying to get us reading in there. All that elocution shit and it was such a lot of crap. And I get visions of me house, what it was like. Me dog. I reckon I'm council estate, you know? I done walked down that road and I couldn't remember nothing but I thought I'd been there before.'
'Maybe,' I say. She's a beautiful girl. Not for the first time I feel lucky. Relieved that there isn't anything wrong after all, not really.
'I can understand why you fell in love with her,' I say. 'she's very charismatic, very outspoken. Very sexy.'
'She ain't sexy to me,' Louise says. 'Sorry mate. She scares the shit out of me. I know what she's capable of now. For the good cause and that. But still.' she drinks the water Baljinder gave her.
'What? you mean when she shot that guy?'
'Nah,' Louise says. 'We all done that. Tally done worse stuff. Like torture. when I started to remember I thought great I 'ave a girl, I can go back to her, I got someone who loves me. But nah, I ain't. She told me the stuff she done, when I were in hospital. I was on drugs, I didn't remember me own name. And she done told me how she tortured this guy so he'd tell her where to find me.' She shook her head; I saw there were tears in her eyes. 'Its wrong, innit, you don't, its wrong. He weren't even fash. they kept him for three days.'
'That must have been awful,' I say.
'Yeah,' she says. 'I didn't know what to say to her. I can't be with someone who does that.' She shakes her head; I stroke her hair. 'Listen to me, it feels like there are three people in this relationship, dont it? I'm so sorry, Betty.'
'She was a big part of your life,' I say. 'A big part of mine, too, for a bit. Its going to hurt. Understandably.'
'We need to finish the war,' Lou says. 'But not with her. I don't know how I felt before but I don't love her; I'm scared of what she could do.'
'Tell me about your brother,' I say.

Lou laughs; I love to hear it.
'I can't remember him,' she says. 'He's in fucking Moldova now with his girlfriend, well they're married he said. I don't even know where Moldova is, or what it is! he's the first person I talked to what spoke like I do. Can't tell you how relieved I was; that I weren't just a freak. I don't even remember what he looks like.'
She looks agitated; I feel so awful for her at that mmoment. Imagine not knowing what your brother looked like!
'He really loves her,' she says. 'So lucky. Way 'e talks about her. Wish I had that. I can't trust anyone; I don't even know 100% if he really is my brother.' She looks into my eyes. 'I wish I had my mum but he said she's dead.'
'You can trust me,' I say.
'No,' she says. 'No. I can't.'
 
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'Know what she said about you to me?' Louise says.
I shudder to think; I still feel ashamed at her rejection of me, at her hand hard across my face.
'What?'
'She said she thought you was exemptive.' The last word is spoken in a whisper. I don't fully understand what exemptives are but Lou like everyone else here seems to be terrified of them; scared even to say the word.
'What's that? Really, Lou? Everyone talks about it but I don't fully understand what it is.'
'You mean you don't know what it is?'
'No,' I say. 'I can't be the only one, people seem too scared to explain it to me.'
'Its when they pay you to be their spy,' Lou says. 'They do an operation on you. They put a camera inside an' this little chip that's got x-ray vision. All that shite. And the chip let's them control you, so you go where they want you to go and you ain't got no control over nothin'. And people does it because they get paid an' don't have to be under the laws. They explained it to us like it were a good thing, like stopping the country from bein' bombed.' She shudders. 'Know Baljinder?'
'Yeah?'
'She told me if we find out someone is, then they got to kill it. Baljinder said that.'
I shudder.
'I've never heard that woman say anything like that,' I say. 'She never talks about killing anyone.'
'That's 'ow you know it's so bad,' Lou says. 'They're all proper proper scared of them. Everything they see an' hear just goes straight to the fash. Their body ain't their own any more, they're like...' she swallows. 'They're like walking dead.'



'Have you got food?'
'No food,' Talisha says. 'Sorry, guys. Got nothing.'
'I haven't eaten in three days!' Sawicki, the old Polish man. 'Come on, you've got to have something.'
'Got nothing, I'm sorry,' Talisha says.
'My child needs food! Come on, this is ridiculous! I saw you eat today!'
'You're just giving it to your mates, aren't you! Do you know how far I walked to get here! We've got to have something!'
'There's nothing!' She screams. 'Nothing! I didn't have time! We needed weapons!'
'Weapons, oy, what use are weapons when we're starving to death here, give us something to eat already!'
'This is fucking stupid, my kids ain't eaten since we got here and I see you pigging out on crisps you bitch! give me something to eat!'
The man ccomes up close to her. 'You must have something! I see you giving it to your mates, what about us?'
'Yeah! Give us something, some water, something! Please!'
There must be 20 people here, angry, shouting at her. The man who called her a bitch gets up in her face; I wish I could say or do something.
'My father is dying,' an Indian woman yyells. 'Give us something to eat, please! What's wrong with you?'
'There's no food,' Talisha says. 'Nothing. You understand? Nothing.'
'You lying, tell us where it is, tell us where it is, well go get it,' the man yells. 'Cant go on like this! Its fucking ridiculous!' He grabs her. She pulls out her gun; I don't even see what's happened but then he's on the ground, still. A pool of something dark coalesces by his head, and then another person is down, the Indian girl. a gasp of shock goes through the crowd. Talisha stands holding her gun as if she can't believe what has happened; one of the other fighters, a Jew who I have never spoken to, stands impassively, his expression impenetrable.
The people at the front recoil; she points the gun at them. A child starts to cry.

'This is what happens if you disobey my orders,' Talisha says. 'They're not back yet. You wait your turn. Well get food. You wait your turn instead of disobeying me.' The people stare at her; I see Louise looking at the ground.
'You wait your turn. Do you FUCKING understand?' Talisha yells. a chill goes down my spine. I try not to meet anyone's eye. The fear here is palpable.
'Answer me, do you FUCKING understand?'
 
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Lou

I go bed; I'm sstarving. I turn me face to me pillow so nobody can see. Don't say nothing to anyone. I can't believe it like, them shots and hearing them fall down. I had to go out back to throw up. That's right, innit. They were right, that's what them terrorists do to people. She's a terrorist, that's what she is. The thought makes me start crying again. I can't stop. I don't want to be here. She's mental. I can't go back; they were going to kill me, that's why I am here. And I keep seeing a vision, my house and like someone's body and I wake up in the night thinking its them, its them. I see what they done to Sunita.

I pull the blabket around me. I wish I was like normal people; wish I could remember more stuff. I don't want to be here.

I hear footsteps; I pretend to be asleep because it's her. I hear her walk to my bed. I ignore her; try and bed down, get some rest.
'Hey,' she whispers. 'Hey.'
Her hands on my body. She leans forward and kisses me; I know ashe's been drinking. She's got a gun; makes me feel sick it does. My tummy feels like I'm on a boat, on a plane. My muscles gone into spasm.She kisses me again.
'No,' I say. 'No, Tal, I don't want to.' all I can think about is them people lying on the ground, the smell because we had to bury it. The blood on me hand like. The stuff coming out of their skull. It makes me seize up again.
She kisses me; strokes my hair. I just want her to go. 'OK,' she whispers. 'I'll be with you. I'll lie next to you.' I feel her tits against my back, she's took her shirt off. It makes me skin crawl; she runs her fingers in me hair, her fingers that been on the gun, shot them people for wanting food.
'I wanna be alone,' I say. 'I ain't slept. I need to be alone.'
'Again?' Talisha says. 'Do you not remember me? why don't you remember me?'
'Let me be alone,' I say. 'Please, I'm not ready.'


I turn over, try shut my eyes and go bed but she's still there, she's sitting by my bed beside me. I bite my lip so she don't hear me crying. She makes me cold like. She won't leave me alone. I don't even remember, she says we was together for ten years; that's not true, is it? Can't be. I don't even know my name past what she says it is, she and the others. the blanket smells but I bury my face in it so's I can't hear nothing, see nothing.

She falls asleep next to me. I want to go other side of the room but I am too scared; she's got a gun don't she?
'Hey, you awake?' Someone says. I ignore them. a mans voice.
'You awake?' Oh, fuck off. Let me sleep.
'Louise?'
'Yeah, what?' I says. 'What you want? Let me go bed.'
'I wanted to give you something,' he says. Holds out his hand.
'What's that?' I says.
'It might help you get back your memory,' he says. My heads swimming like. I think that's what he's on about anyway.
'What's that?' Like a little pill in his hand. 'That's not drugs, is it?' That lesson about drug dealers all being black with Semitic features comes back in my head. Drugs are the ruin of the Aryan race, they says. Even though I am starting to know all that's bollocks I sit up, start breathing hard. What if its true, if they're trying to ruin me and that's why I were brought here?
'Not really,' he says. 'Try it.' He gives me the little white pill. 'It'll help you.'
'Did Baljinder give it you?' I says. Baljinder might be an inferior race but at least she's a real doctor and what she's doing is helping. he nods. 'Just take it.'
I put it in my mouth.

I'm in this garden. My feet are furry. Everything's furry. I can't stand up; I've got new muscles I never used in me life and me heads a different shape. I'm in this garden. My nose is proper sensitive suddenly; I can't see that well like but I can smell everything. the gardens got a fence around it.
'Lou? Didn't expect you here! You enjoying it?'
There ain't no people here. I look round to see where the noise is from. there's nothing here. the bushes are moving; I look around for a gun, there ain't one. I sit down.
'Lou?'
There's something come out the bushes, an animal, but its massive, looks like a big spaniel. Its wagging its tail, comes towards me, wagging its tail.
'Hello?' I says. 'Anyone 'ere?'
The spaniel opens its mouth but it don't bark.
'Is this your first time?'
'What?' I says. 'that. Where's it come from?' there's hairs round my nose and its proper uncomfortable. everything, colours, smells, brighter and more intense. I can't stand up and everything, the sensation in my legs, I feel everything that much more. It don't hurt; its a really weird feeling.
'Definitely your first time, " the voice ssays again. Its a mans voice; it starts laughing.
'What?' I says. Its coming from the spaniel but it can't be, can it? That's impossible. Fuck me where did all this hair come from?
'Enjoying the dog simulation, Lou?'
'What the fuck? Dog simulation?'
'Yeah,' the spaniel says. 'Cool innit?'
'What the fuck,' I says. 'What the fuck, a fuckin' dog simulation? How do I go back to being a person? What the fuck? Where am I?'
'Its a tool to recover lost memories,' the dog says, and fuck its wagging its tail at me. 'Its quite cool, the idea is you explore and then you find them the more you dig around and explore.'
'What - how would this help me find my memory?' I yell. 'Where's me? how do I get back?'
'You'll figure it out. The idea is that traumatic memories are more easily accessed if you don't remember them happening with you, but they'll be stored away somewhere in your brain, and in the form of a dog you'll be able to observe stuff you wouldn't before like, you'll be able to see them but they won't be happening to you. Do you remember me?'
'No,' I says. 'What, no, this is mental. This is proper mental, how'd I get back?'
'You want to get back, you pick up that blue ball in the middle of this garden,' the spaniel says. 'With your teeth.' he laughs. 'You sure you don't remember me?'
'Yeah,' I says.
'Its your brother, Lou,' he says. 'Jeez.'
'Oh my God,' I says. 'I don't know who you are. I don't know what you look like. Where are you? I thought you was in Norway?'
'Sweden,' he says. 'No, we're not there any more.'
'Is this secure?' I says. 'Can people hear me?'
'Yeah, nobody can hear you and youll forget this conversation when you leave, unless you want to save it,' he says. 'It'll look like you're asleep to everyone else.'
'Where's my real body?'
'Asleep.' the other dog gives me a look.
'Is there anything you want to tell me? Its been too long. How's Tally?'
'Oh, God,' I says. 'Oh, God.'
'What is it, sis?' the spaniel turns round, looks at the fence.
'Is it really you? You're not just lying? I been trying to remember and some stuff's coming back, but don't remember having a brother? I just know cos she said so!'
'Its really me. its Mark. What's going on, mate?'
'Mark. I'm really really fucking scared.'
 
frogwoman said:
Greebo
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What?

From what I've skimmed, it's readable enough. :)

Sorry, right now I'm snowed under and I'm hardly the right person to give an opinion on your writing anyway. I'll read it properly later, but right now (and probably until mid July at this rate) I have neither the time nor the energy.
 
Greebo said:
What?

From what I've skimmed, it's readable enough. :)

Sorry, right now I'm snowed under and I'm hardly the right person to give an opinion on your writing anyway. I'll read it properly later, but right now (and probably until mid July at this rate) I have neither the time nor the energy.
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No worries. Ive been having a look at the original (which this stuff is a sequel to and which a few people read a few years ago) , in general very good but I think I need to make it clearer what's going on when, i need to sort out the chronology and make it a bit longer as at the time I spent too much time listening to people on writing websites who said that it was too long and needed action rather than character development :( i wanted to see if I could publish it on Kindle but dont think it is good enough :(

Ive written loads of stuff, it would be good if someone could go through that and the harper story and give it a proper edit :(
 
This is piece is inspired by a dream I had last night, so apologies for the vagueness of the prose and any crapness. If I ever get around to it I'm thinking of perhaps expanding it and adding detail to it to make a fully-rounded story. It was one of those vivid dreams that sticks with you for a while after waking, so I decided to make something of it. The creative process has felt fresh and inspiring, so I'm hoping for more of these kind of dreams.

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A human woman betrays information to an anti-human mechosystem concerning a resistance movement. As soon as she acquires the information, she is snatched away to a city once inhabited by humans but now controlled by the mechosystem. Upon arrival she attempts to claim her reward for cooperation, safe passage off-world for her and lover. But the robotic emissary of the mechosystem informs her that the terms of the deal have changed. To psychologically soften her up for a newly developed process of cyborgisation, her body is broken and bent and twisted before having the brain and spinal column ripped out and sent on its way by a drone. The semi-autonomous drone is then stealthily followed by a far more advanced espionage unit, sent to this planet by the advance scouts of a pro-human AI power heading towards this star system. The drone experiences the closest thing it can to a vague feeling that it being watched as it leaves the former human city. The feeling passes as the drone drops off its grisly cargo at a processing centre, where the information contained therein is forcibly extracted while the brain and spinal column is indoctrinated/reprogrammed before being surgically grafted into a combat unit. "Rewarded as a traitor deserves!" screeches the engines of orthodoxy into her mind's ear.

The information turns out to be the location of a meeting-place for human resistance fighters, and the anti-human kill squadrons (including the cyborg combat unit that was formerly the human woman) converge on the location in massive force. But it turns out that the information was fed to the anti- human AIs, spread about the resistance ranks so as to smoke out any informants, as well as to draw in anti-human AI forces into a trap. The trap being the first field test for a new anti-AI weapon which the resistance hope will turn the tide of the war, as most of the planet has come under the dominion of the anti-human AIs.

The kill squadrons reach what they think is the meeting-place, and immediately begin tearing into the resistance fighters that they find there. Casualties mount horrifically fast, but before a rout can begin, the anti-AI weapon is deployed and the fortunes of the battle instantly begin to reverse. In the chaos, the former human woman dimly recognises some of her former compatriots through all the layers of indoctrination and neurological reprogramming. She calls out to them in her old voice, which in their twisted sense of charity the anti-human AIs have seen fit to have her keep, which draws out a squad of human resistance, among them her former lover. Fleshly familiarity and cybernetic hatred battle for domination in her now-synthetic mind, but the hatred wins out as the squad see not their comrade but an armour plated robotic killing machine, and open fire. Bullets rattling off her metallic hide, the cyber-janissary charges the squad, scattering all but two of their number, the steadfast squad leader and her former lover, who has become transfixed by working out what has happened to his paramour. The squad leader is disembowled by her steely claws, and as she raises them again to strike once more her former lover calls out to her, causing her to pause mid-action as once again conflicting emotions struggle for dominance. This proves to be fatal as the scattered squad has regrouped and deployed an anti-armour weapon, destroying the cyber-janissary.

The new anti-AI weapon has proven to be successful, but at a terrible cost; close to a hundred human resistance fighters have been lost, and one in particular seems to have become psychologically broken despite no physical injury. The pro-human AI espionage unit has been hovering above the battlefield the whole time, taking in everything including the drama of the two lovers. It observes the human resistance clean-up and withdraw from the field, before angling up towards the blue sky and shooting off into space, compiling a report as it does so.
 
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'Gawd, Les, me back's killing me, I'll be glad when this shift is over,' Andy said. It was 4am. There were two hours of of shunting heavy pallets around left. The completed boxes were neatly stacked in one corner of the warehouse. Andy was drinking coffee to keep him awake at this unholy hour; it was their fifteen-minute break before they had to go back to work.

'Reckon I might go back to day shifts,' Andy said. 'Don't know how you do it, mate. These nights are killing me. How do you manage it? You've been doing nights ever since I started.'

'Oh, I couldn't possibly do days,' Les said. 'It'd kill me to get up during the day. I'm basically nocturnal.'

'Really, mate? It must make it difficult. Everything's on during the day. I never see you in the pub, mate, not even on weekends. Why's that?'

'Oh, I don't really drink,' Les said. 'Not beer, anyway.'

Andy looked at his workmate, puzzled. 'I never see you drink anything. I don't think I've even seen you drink water.'

'Oh, I drink something a lot better than just beer and water, mate,' Les said.

Andy reached into his pocket. 'Fancy a Twiglet, mate?' he said, pulling out the packet.

'Oh, mate, no thanks,' Les said. 'Couldn't possibly.'

'I never see you eating, neither,' Andy said.

'Oh, I don't get hungry.'

He was an odd one, all right, Andy thought. He got up, went to the cloakroom and took a few sips of the bottle of cider he kept in his bag. At some point he'd cut down, his missus wasn't happy with him for it. But this job was so dull, he needed something to take the edge off. There were only so many times you could put different bottles of blood into different storage units and shunt around medical equipment before it lost its appeal and he had been doing this job five years.

He took another few gulps then went back onto the warehouse floor. It was nearly the end of the shift and he was knackered. Perhaps he could have a little rest here by these rolls of bubble wrap. It wasn't long before his eyelids were drooping from cider and fatigue.

He sat up with a start. How long had he been lying here? He put his hand to his throat; it was covered in blood. Yet the wound didn't seem to hurt.It would soon enough. He could have been a gonner if it had been any deeper.

Les was watching him with an expression of concern.

'You all right, mate?'

'Shit! I've got to stop drinking. That's it. I've got a problem and I'm going down the AA tomorrow morning. I'm so sorry you had to see that, Les.'

'These things happen, mate,' Les said. 'I doubt you'll be drinking again after this, I think you've more than learned your lesson.'

'Oh, I hope so, but I say that every time.'

'I think this is the last time,' Les said. 'Much better things than alcohol mate, now you'll see.'

'My missus wants to take me out to lunch, to that Italian place. They do a really nice garlic pizza bread. I can't go looking like this!'

'Oh, don't you worry about that mate,' Les said. 'You won't be having any more of that garlic pizza bread.'

He grins. 'Instead you'll have the chance to experience history, an' make history. You'll have immortality. Isn't that what you always wanted, mate? You'll discover pleasures you never dreamed possible.'

Andy was starting to get thirsty.

'Well, I dunno but tell you what I could do with, is a nice drink of water,' he said.

'Water?' Les laughed. He reached into his high viz jacket and pulled out a bottle of red liquid.

'Nah, what you need is this, fella. Sort you right out.'
 
frogwoman I think this is an impressive short story here - you set the scene nicely, and we see what Les is all about towards at the end (although there are hints along the way, of course!). I also like the story showing how Andy managed to get himself into a state where Les could take advantage of him. The garlic pizza bread wanting from Andy (and Les' reaction) is a nice (and humourous!) touch too - keeping in with the canon of the fiction genre your story covers.

I think it would definitely be worth expanding this story further, to get a bit more of a back-story on Les, and also see what happens now that Les and Andy are together in their immortality - and what their fellow work-mates make of them both. I could also imagine Andy having to explain his new nocturnal ways to his missus ("no more garlic bread pizza for us!"), and also feeling a bit conflicted about his new life.

Great work all round here - more of this sort of thing! :)
 
here's something I'm going to work on after I've finished updating Damaged:

Emergency Session of the United Nations, 14th May 2048
Donald Fenwick, English Ambassador to the UN
Ladies and Gentlemen of the United Nations,
Today marks one hundred years since Israel declared its independence from the British Mandate of Palestine. That 100 years has been the cause of endless war in the Middle East, as well as discrimination and dispossession of the Palestinians who have been denied their rights and put under siege, bombed, harassed and expelled.
Israel was meant to be a country where the Jewish people could escape persecution but instead, the state of Israel has persecuted the Palestinians mercilessly. Most of us in this room can agree that the state of Israel has no right to exist in its current form.
At the same time the Palestinians are hardly an innocent party with their militants shooting increasingly advanced rockets to Israel and using terrorism and suicide bombers as a weapon. It is clear that were the state of Israel to be given over to the Palestinians, there would be no guarantee of the peace and security the United Nations stands for.
Ladies and Gentlemen, the earth is overpopulated with over 10 billion people. The effects of global warming are being felt everywhere with tropical diseases and hurricane force winds now a yearly occurrence not only in England but also our northern neighbours.
Scientists have been warning for decades of the necessity of colonizing other planets, if the human race is to survive. Our technological expertise gives us the possibility of travelling into previously unimaginable distances and areas of the galaxy.
My Government's proposal, Ladies and Gentlemen, is quite simply that we send all Jews in the world and all Palestinians in the world far away from our solar system, using our latest technology. The Jews will be on one spacecraft, while the Palestinians will be on another. In the case that an individual is both Jewish and Palestinian which spaceship they enter will be decided on a random basis by computer.
If we do this, we finally come closer than we have ever been to peace on earth and the beginning of the end of the population crisis. We will be ridding the earth of over 30 million people. And we will now have a chance to witness the settlement of two more planets, something the human race's finest minds have only ever dreamed about.
Our proposal may sound radical but in our view it combines humanitarian and environmental concern with scientific inquiry. And if this operation is a success many more can follow, we can finally begin the colonisation of the galaxy, which is humanity's only hope!
The question is not whether is it right to send the Jews and Palestinians away from our planet but would our children ever forgive us for not sending them away and instead, condemning our world to another hundred years of pointless war? And for that matter, would theirs?
What do you say?
Motion carried - 135 in favour to 72 against, 10 abstentions
 
I have a blog now- some people on Urban recommended that I start one, and it's something I've been thinking about for a long time. I've had this google doc with the title 'blog ideas' knocking around for ages, whenever I think of an idea for a post I stick it on there. I must have about 20 now. I've written 7 so far. Here it is!
http://st3reo1som3r.wordpress.com/

There are two semi-autuobiographical stories, and one science fiction story. The rest are non-fiction posts about random variety of stuff.
 
DotCommunist said:
You on nanwrimo this year? hard to find the time for that many words per day but imma soldier it anyway
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yeah depending on where I am with 2448 I'm either gonna finish that/get it up to 50k or do a nanowrimo thing.

2448 was my nanowrimo novel years ago but I never finished it.

doing the serialisation thing with one chapter a week because I've noticed I get more reads on it that way.
 
frogwoman said:
yep I've got a wattpad account and I've been quite busy with various writing projects including re-writing damaged and my new jews in space story
http://www.wattpad.com/user/hrb264 if you want to check it out
will defo check out your stuff stereoisomer
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I've just had a look at your '20 facts about myself' bit - the 'introduction' post on my blog has 10 interesting facts about me- want to add more now lol
I noticed a spike in visitors the day I posted the link to my blog on Urban. Let's see if I can get another one! My latest story is a sort of utopian scifi about GMOs- could be set in a nicer version of the Oryx and Crake universe. Got a few likes but no comments :( I was hoping for comments- even if they say 'this is awful- you need to increase your medication'
http://wp.me/p4WYXj-P
 
stereoisomer said:
I've just had a look at your '20 facts about myself' bit - the 'introduction' post on my blog has 10 interesting facts about me- want to add more now lol
I noticed a spike in visitors the day I posted the link to my blog on Urban. Let's see if I can get another one! My latest story is a sort of utopian scifi about GMOs- could be set in a nicer version of the Oryx and Crake universe. Got a few likes but no comments :( I was hoping for comments- even if they say 'this is awful- you need to increase your medication'
http://wp.me/p4WYXj-P
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That was brilliant. I liked the way you captured the child's voice so perfectly.
 
New short story. This one is inspired by a conversation I had at work.. we were talking about under what circumstances would it be morally acceptable to put a chip in someone's brain that modifies their behaviour? I said if that person wants it. The character 'Dave' is partly inspired by someone I may have posted on these forums about ;) but is also very much not him.
http://st3reo1som3r.wordpress.com/2014/09/23/the-chip/ ‎
 
stereoisomer said:
New short story. This one is inspired by a conversation I had at work.. we were talking about under what circumstances would it be morally acceptable to put a chip in someone's brain that modifies their behaviour? I said if that person wants it. The character 'Dave' is partly inspired by someone I may have posted on these forums about ;) but is also very much not him.
http://st3reo1som3r.wordpress.com/2014/09/23/the-chip/ ‎
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I liked that one a lot.
 
Here's another one what I done wrote.. it's quite dark. Not totally happy with it, think it might need some more stuff in the middle.
http://wp.me/p4WYXj-1F

Also wrote this but haven't published it publically on the blog yet... I'm a bit worried about it because it's so dark. I've been having facebook message debates with this guy from school mainly about rape (he's very concerned about the danger of being falsely accused of it, which I think is massively unlikely to happen but I can't prove that!).. That got me thinking about what kind of person would make a false allegation like that... and this story came out.
https://docs.google.com/a/bristol.a...cNxcs4_jFbLonqRuIj9Fax1vFgCM/edit?usp=sharing

frogwoman what do you think.. are my friends going to think I'm a weird for writing this?
 
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