His father was a world famous musician and poet, and at 17 had released an album that changed rock music forever. Even people who didn’t like the music, had heard of the man. But the father was manic-depressive, and killed himself when his son was little. The boy grew up in his father’s shadow, burdened by his last name, and expectations to follow in his fathers’ steps. As the son’s 17th birthday approached, he felt crushed by the expectations on him.
Bonus idea: the dad’s body was never found, or he was declared dead in a foreign country under mysterious circumstances.
She was revived from her coma to find that 12 years had passed. Her three-year-old was now 15, and a stranger to her. She had nothing in common with her husband, who had been living with his former secretary. The world was different and strange, and the only person she felt any contact with was the secretary/new wife. The new wife felt that after devoting all her time to the child, she was finally waking up from a long nap.
It was all so confusing when he was little. He was pulled out of school by strangers and not allowed to go home. Over the months he met many people, none he knew. One day he was taken to a house where he was told two people would be his new mommy and daddy. There were pictures all over of a little girl who seemed to have a room in the house, but who he never saw. Gradually he came to understand that the little girl had been shot along with some of her classmates. He also came to understand that his parents had been shot, too, and they were all going to be one family now. Years later, as a teenager, he would find them crying over her picture, and had a hard time not feeling like an inferior replacement.
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.
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.