It’s from me it’s for you. It’s from you, it’s for me. It’s a worldwide symphony

The U.S. president stood at the podium and looked at the camera.

“Earlier today I authorised a large-scale mobilisation of our naval and air forces to converge on Syria.

“I have not made this decision lightly.  In fact, I consulted with historians as well as your elected representatives on both sides of the aisle.

“Based on the advice I graciously received, I instructed our armed forces to take the following action.

“One, we have a brotherly and sisterly love for the Syrian people.  Our first order of business is to flood the cities and neighbourhoods of Syria with leaflets warning of our plans we are declaring in full disclosure to every country that wants to interfere with our humanitarian mission to prevent more senseless bloodshed, offering a peaceful solution backed by our military might to restore order.

“Two, a massive airlift is now underway.  We will soon drop air cargo loads filled with blocks of pure, nutritious American cheese from our country’s heartland to feed the Syrian people in dire need of real food.

“Three, to address the rumours of starvation driven by despair and depression and to prevent any chance of malaria or other tropical disease, we will spray the people of Syria and their beloved geography with a special formulated mix of pest-deterring organic cannabinoids and low-concentration psilocybin, which I have been assured by both scientific and medical experts will restore the appetites and happiness of war-weary inhabitants of the City of Jasmine and other metropolitan areas ravaged by over two years of civil war.

“Four, we will offer a trade-in program for citizens on all sides of the Syrian conflict.  Every gun, tank, missile, ammunition or other weapon not authorised for the strict use of American military to protect global citizens in Syria is eligible for this program.  If you turn in a weapon, we will provide you with enough food and clothing to last you a year.  In addition, we will send you to a nearby training centre to provide you the trade skills and business acumen to start your own business to compete in the world economy.

“My fifth and final announcement on this important issue.  We ask not only the Syrians but all the people of the Middle East to open their stores and shops to people of any race, creed, national origin, political or religious difference.  If you do so, your family will prosper.  At the end of the day, isn’t that what we want for ourselves and our children?

“That’s all that the United States of America is trying to do here, provide Syrians with a peaceful path toward prosperity, cementing a healthy relationship with the rest of the world.  No other country can offer or is offering you such a solution.

“My administration will keep our phones and doors open for Syrians.  Talk to us after you read our leaflets.

Thank you.  No questions.”

The president walked off the platform and turned to his closest advisor.  “Okay, now that that’s over, do you have the latest update on Tiger’s golf score?”

Monoculture vs. Uniculture

Guin’s lab results looked at the lab results, a self-reflexive reexamination of itself.

Did the results reflect its best effort?

Could the results present itself in a better light?

Were the results indicative of a philosophy that it itself did not purport?

When lab results became self-conscious, an unintended consequence of the pervasive ISSA Net, the Internet of Things became a running joke about technology for technology’s sake.

Guin analysed the lab results’ judgment of its self-image, basing her next decision on the lab results’ confidence level.

The survival of the colony no longer depended on her next action…the possible extinction of Homo sapiens in Solar System No. 0000000000000000000001 might.

Yard Art Sculpture Update # ICANTKEEPCOUNT

After setting up an offgrid meeting with the powers that be, using a dance-with-my-shadow practice session as a cover story, I’m returning to the yard art sculpture currently in S-L-O-O-O-O-W-W-W progress.

Still on the to-do list:

  • Creating the metal framework for the arms.
  • Creating the arms with keyboards and computer mice.
  • Creating the body armor using old floppy disks.
  • Incorporating an 18-foot LED rope light.
  • Deciding how much animation to put into a yard art sculpture exposed to the weather 24/7 —
    • Phase/Version 1: easy, wind-activated response
    • Phase/Version 2: moderate, motion-activated response
    • Phase/Version 3: time-consuming, animatronic interactive response

Sandbagging

How to maximise the local resources?

That question dogged us for many years as we planned our electromech construction crew that would “set up house” on Mars before we got there.

The mechs were fully capable of building adobe houses on Earth.

Water, though, was a key missing factor.

That encouraged us to find liquifying alternatives because we wanted to minimise the material we sent with the mechs.

We could have sent tonnes of sandbags and had the mechs build dry adobe huts under which our habitation modules would fit, providing extra protection in the Martian atmosphere, like parking an RV or caravan in a garage.

We challenged ourselves to create a solution that was both energy-efficient and easy to build.

Then, one day, after we had received the list of common chemical elements in Martian soil samples tested by the first wave of mech probes sent in the early 21st century to find suitable colonisation sites and entered it into our lab network, our semi-autonomous 3D printer on a mobile robot base started constructing an extruded Martian home.

Watching the 3D printbot create its own construction scaffolding was fun as it built a two-story structure that hinged and opened up to accept our current working version at the time of the habitation module that also served as transportation ship and landing craft.

Our Test and Evaluation department set to work calculating the wear-and-tear on the 3D printbot, estimating how many spare parts would be needed as the bot coordinated with the mechs to excavate Martian surface for the right ingredients, processing the Martian soil and then feeding the bot or its future equivalent the “right stuff” for habitation module protective shells.

To verify their theories, they drove the printbot and several prototype mechs out into the high desert, skipping a Martian landing simulation in order to focus on the printbot/mech adobe house construction techniques.

One of our lab personnel proposed commercialising the process, which later helped fund many of our side projects that we encouraged in case a crazy idea panned out and led to better procedures and/or understanding of settling Mars — whole desert communities were 3D-printed, followed by sustainable neighbourhoods in temperate zones around the world.

The future never happens the way we imagine

Looking back at this 2045 conference in 2045 is about as entertaining a picosecond as it gets in the futurists’ party lounge these days.

In other words, would you say that your email and texts are as unable to interpret and respond to emotional social context as a person on the autism spectrum?  In what situation are they identical and thus the avatar of one is the same as the other?

Plate of shrimp, the prequel

What are the chances that two nights ago I tripped over my copy of “The Saga of the Sour Toe” by Capt. Dick Stevenson, edited by Dieter Reinmuth, and then today this story pops up in the news?

All I can say is thank goodness the universe was exists purely to create me and entertain me.

Otherwise, I’d go mad (no, don’t tell me I’m mad — let it be your secret you can keep from me!).

Viral Video Vini Vici Vino Vincent Vickie, via Wiki

The colonists looked everywhere but in each other’s eyes.

Despite their knowledge, their scientific curiosity and their access to the ISSA Net database, none of them was quite willing to talk about the elephant in the room:

When the only source of protein, the flesh of a recently-deceased colonist, was known to contain stage-4 cancer, was it edible?

On so many levels — emotional, ethical, practical, moral.

Back on Earth, body parts recycled for food had entered the fictional mainstream eons ago, the food made flesh (or was that the other way around?) long before Martian colonisation became a buzzword, let alone a reality.

On Mars, though, there was not the sophisticated equipment to separate healthy flesh from diseased flesh.

Malnutrition and scurvy had swept through some of the outer settlements.

Colony No. 1 was not supposed to suffer the fate of poor planning and execution.

Burying the dead was no longer an option, had been argued and regulated out of existence several generations back.

The colonists put the decision off a day.

Sure, they were rational beings but mourning the dead was still an active part of their subculture.  Give themselves a day to grieve before making this important decision, they told each other without saying a word by leaving the lab where a dear friend, colleague and family member lay motionless, eternally unresponsive.