edwardroosterHRVST Ch. 22: Ancient Games With New Players Remain The Same
Some games are still played because of their deceptive simplicity. The prize remains even if the players change. The outcomes are never certain, whether it was the first round at first light or the last round before the lights go out. Newcomers to the game can still defeat old masters. Luna, South Aitken Basin, On a train en route to Shackleton Crater, Hyperion “Shisima,” said the Captain. “Excuse me?” Tomassina looked up from her equipment check. The Captain thought about one of his moments ...
edwardrooster2062, Ch. 14.2: Landfall, Part 2
2062 Arcadia Planitia, Mars XIRANG ONE - CHINESE SETTLEMENT - ARCADIA PLANITIAThe bluish sunset marked the end of a long bad day. When night came, the work inside continued. There were injured people and damaged systems to tend to. A fitful sleep for most.Settlements everywhere, from the largest installations to remote outposts, wanted to make it through the night. It was one Martian day at a time. 1 SOL (EARTH CLOCK 24HR:37MIN:22SEC).Hayley rubbed aches, sipped her water to stretch out her b...
edwardrooster1648 4.23 Stupid Games, Bad Ideas, 2909
1960 Park Slope, Brooklyn He learned to read at 4, and he liked to draw his favorite cartoons. His mother encouraged art. At 7, he went to a private school. That year, he and his best friend made a children's book. Everything changed the next year. A car hit him, leaving him with a broken arm and internal injuries. While in the hospital, his mother gave him a copy of Grey's Anatomy. Soon after she was put in an institution. Despite the changes, he became fluent and literate in 3 lan...
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edwardroosterHRVST Ch. 22: Ancient Games With New Players Remain The Same
Some games are still played because of their deceptive simplicity. The prize remains even if the players change. The outcomes are never certain, whether it was the first round at first light or the last round before the lights go out. Newcomers to the game can still defeat old masters. Luna, South Aitken Basin, On a train en route to Shackleton Crater, Hyperion “Shisima,” said the Captain. “Excuse me?” Tomassina looked up from her equipment check. The Captain thought about one of his moments ...
edwardrooster2062, Ch. 14.2: Landfall, Part 2
2062 Arcadia Planitia, Mars XIRANG ONE - CHINESE SETTLEMENT - ARCADIA PLANITIAThe bluish sunset marked the end of a long bad day. When night came, the work inside continued. There were injured people and damaged systems to tend to. A fitful sleep for most.Settlements everywhere, from the largest installations to remote outposts, wanted to make it through the night. It was one Martian day at a time. 1 SOL (EARTH CLOCK 24HR:37MIN:22SEC).Hayley rubbed aches, sipped her water to stretch out her b...
edwardrooster1648 4.23 Stupid Games, Bad Ideas, 2909
1960 Park Slope, Brooklyn He learned to read at 4, and he liked to draw his favorite cartoons. His mother encouraged art. At 7, he went to a private school. That year, he and his best friend made a children's book. Everything changed the next year. A car hit him, leaving him with a broken arm and internal injuries. While in the hospital, his mother gave him a copy of Grey's Anatomy. Soon after she was put in an institution. Despite the changes, he became fluent and literate in 3 lan...
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1963, Manhattan
William threw haircutting parties.
One friend brought an artist who experimented with silk screening to make paintings and adding new shadows and contours to photos.
William's apartment was covered in foil and silver paint. The artist asked him to decorate his new loft in the same way. William said “yes”, and helped Andy Warhol create his art scenius, "The Factory". Andy was in the business of art.
"Being good in business is the most fascinating kind of art. Making money is art and working is art and good business is the best art." - Andy Warhol
2911 Mars, Crystal Palace
Elena walked with her host along the main boulevard of the "Crystal Palace", a kaleidoscope and panopticon of the 'Verse, an ever-shifting landscape of light and unreality. It was hard to tell which of the crowd were made of atoms or photons.
It felt like home, she was made for it.
Years ago, special nanos cured her of a mutated "bug" that sometimes flared up in Jovian colonies - they had rewired her brain and saved her. They also gave her an unreal ability to connect and create in the ‘Verse, rivaling even the most famous “virtuals”.
Her host began what sounded like a sermon:
"We are here to burn memes into memory. We are here to burn lokens into love. To turn a story into history.”
Lokens, local tokens, the currency of the post-war System powered the reality of the 'Verse. This was the Great Lady of Expees’ stock-in-trade. She took the longing, loss and lust of the masses and transmuted them into optical opiates. Expees, "experiences", were the rendered unreality of the 'Verse.
Elena nodded her head, and tried to see the contours of what the “Lady” was trying to teach her. The "Lady" nodded back, and said, "it's alright, my dear, you'll understand. For now, all you have to do is what only you can do. I'll take care of the rest. You'll see."
Elena didn't "see" but she trusted her.
The "Great Lady", after all, did so much for Elena's family before she even got on the transport at Ganymede. She had been true to her word.
1963, Manhattan
William threw haircutting parties.
One friend brought an artist who experimented with silk screening to make paintings and adding new shadows and contours to photos.
William's apartment was covered in foil and silver paint. The artist asked him to decorate his new loft in the same way. William said “yes”, and helped Andy Warhol create his art scenius, "The Factory". Andy was in the business of art.
"Being good in business is the most fascinating kind of art. Making money is art and working is art and good business is the best art." - Andy Warhol
2911 Mars, Crystal Palace
Elena walked with her host along the main boulevard of the "Crystal Palace", a kaleidoscope and panopticon of the 'Verse, an ever-shifting landscape of light and unreality. It was hard to tell which of the crowd were made of atoms or photons.
It felt like home, she was made for it.
Years ago, special nanos cured her of a mutated "bug" that sometimes flared up in Jovian colonies - they had rewired her brain and saved her. They also gave her an unreal ability to connect and create in the ‘Verse, rivaling even the most famous “virtuals”.
Her host began what sounded like a sermon:
"We are here to burn memes into memory. We are here to burn lokens into love. To turn a story into history.”
Lokens, local tokens, the currency of the post-war System powered the reality of the 'Verse. This was the Great Lady of Expees’ stock-in-trade. She took the longing, loss and lust of the masses and transmuted them into optical opiates. Expees, "experiences", were the rendered unreality of the 'Verse.
Elena nodded her head, and tried to see the contours of what the “Lady” was trying to teach her. The "Lady" nodded back, and said, "it's alright, my dear, you'll understand. For now, all you have to do is what only you can do. I'll take care of the rest. You'll see."
Elena didn't "see" but she trusted her.
The "Great Lady", after all, did so much for Elena's family before she even got on the transport at Ganymede. She had been true to her word.
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