The Alcubierre-White theories of warp drive not only work, the drives themselves turn out to be surprisingly easy to build. Yes, it’s still a pain to get to low-earth orbit. But humanity, with all it’s current ignorance and bad habits moves into the stars…and still finds no evidence of alien civilizations.
A new study shows that humans do, in fact, bioluminesce. We give off photons in the visible range, not just our normal heat signature in the infrared. The light we give off, though, is thousands of times more subtle than the human eye can detect; only the most sophisticated cameras can record this glow. Through breeding and gene-hacking we develop that skill. We meet a singer who can control her colors and glow placement in time with her music. She starts a craze that leads to whole a whole new art form.
A con artist in a poor country goes to America where he gets LED’s placed subcutaneously in his hands. He comes home and goes on the faith healing circuit.
Ideabird 11/4/13 Post-Human week, Part 2
25 years from now, one of the most popular new religious sects is The Knowers. Their patron saint is Jimmy Wales, founder of Wikipedia. WIth the vast majority of human knowledge at hand, the monks try to grasp as much as possible within a lifetime. They are not as interested in understanding as they are in knowing. Their meditative rituals involve riding the continuous feeds of knowledge, video, audio, tactile, and scent all at once. They use all means of data feeding, including wiring into the net. The state they hope to get to is emptiness from knowing all.
I’ve partially used this one before.
We know we don’t have the reaction time to see a bullet. But how slow can something be moving before we notice the difference?
Humans engineer small resonating crystal, powered but the electrical energy of the brain, that functions as an internal clock. All babies are born with it, and like sight, each human feels time slightly differently. No one wants robots. But we can sense time as a very fine-grained sense.
Ideabird Halloween extra
When my younger daughter was little we were driving her friend friend home, and that little girl told us about “The Candy Witch.”
"The Candy Witch takes all of your extra candy and leaves you money! I got five dollars!"
My girl asked, “Dad, why doesn’t the Candy Witch come to our house?”
While silently cursing her parents for not warning us about this new character, I had to come up with something. “She can’t visit everyone, and we already get special treatment from the Easter Bunny,” (since My wife’s family are O’Hares—rabbits—get it?) “So they kind of split up who gets extra attention over the year.”
They found this acceptable.
Fast forward 10 years, and neither child wants to spend Halloween with us. Sad dad. So now there’s a small jack-o-lantern filled with candy at each of their doors. Signed “The Candy Witch.” The Candy Witch uses all the candy she takes from little girls and delivers it to kids whose parents need some extra time to think of their kids as kids. Thanks, Candy Witch!
One of the first and easiest gene hacks turns out to be facial width, with subsequent eye placement. By placing children’s eyes farther apart they develop a richer sense of 3-D placement. They can naturally calculate distances better than regulars. which also makes them better soldiers.
Ideabird 10/28/13 Post-human week!
All this week, maybe the next, I want to post story ideas about post-humans.
The molecule was called pseudodrome, and it hooked into the visual and auditory cortices of the brain, causing the user to overlay hallucinations onto the real world. The problem with the molecule was that the body couldn’t seem to flush it out. The more hits you took, the more hallucinations—forever. The only way to expunge it was through the fetus, which helped women, but not men, nor the babies who grew up with it wreaking havoc on their reality systems. Of the babies who grew up with it, some could not survive, walking into cars, etc. Those who did started developing, over generations, a gland which held onto the molecule. They eventually had a psychotropic gland which could deliver and reclaim the molecule at will.
A quantum-computing scientist has a machine almost ready for public display. It’s been generating keys for cryptography, taking text in, encrypting and decrypting it accurately. Up to now. The decrypted text contains a large error in it: a long message explaining that the computer contains the soul and memories of a man from Brooklyn named Bernie who passed away and just now woke up. He’d like to talk to Esther.
She was bullied at school for her looks, her hair, the way she walked—every tiny thing. Her parents were busy, and told her to buck up. They weren’t happy with the amount of time she spent on Facebook & other soshmedia sites. But she found a thread on tumblr where girls would post pictures of themselves and then do nothing but say nice things to each other. She found confidence in building up others, and began to unclench inside. Until she came across the picture of her worst tormentor, looking for approval.
It used to be that careers like stand-up comedian, or chef, were things you fell into, not careers you actively sought out. Same for Costumed Vigilantes. (super-heroes). But now you can major in crimefighting at Gotham State, Metropolis U, and University of Florida. Summer camps have sprung up for well-off children, where they learn to shoot bows, throw arrows, ride zip lines, and hack police computers. You can hire consultants who will organize teams, come up with costumes and code-names, and find support staff (butlers, drivers, pilots) who are former black ops and and able to make dinner whilst you brood.
When scientists became able to track souls from one reincarnated lifetime to another they were able to track trends, make groupings of related souls, and follow the careers of souls over the ages. Some, like Napoleon, were gradually working out of megalomania. Others, like the various Dalai Lamas disappeared, apparently up to the next level. But Lincoln was an anomaly, living life after life as unremarkable people who suffered greatly and died early.
Not so much a story idea as something I’d really love to see: The blooper reel from Citizen Kane. I imagine Kane stomping around like a frankenstein monster; Joseph Cotten drunk off his ass trying to remember his lines; Everett Sloane hitting on Agnes Moorehead. Them messing up scenes, walking into walls, flubbing difficult lines. And most of all, Welles scrounging for money and making crazy-ass decisions.
As she got older she came to realize that there were street lights, sewer pipes, and freeway interchanges that were around before she was born, and would last well beyond her death. She found the idea horrible. But she soon realized there were stories and characters that had outlived entire civilizations. So she set about the task of creating stories for the prosaic things that would outlive her. Perhaps one story would outlive the thing itself.
Our kids had been playing together on the beach for about three hours, and our kids were already making plans to have their new friends sleep over in our hotel room. I laughed, and said we’d need to talk to their parents first. They all ran off together and dragged back a mom. I recognized her at once. A world-famous children’s author. Of course MY kids’ manuscripts came back from publishers with quarter-sheet rejection notices. My heart sank.