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Originally reported by The Sun, Researches picked up an alien sound while their hydrophone was over the Mariana Trench. Although whale like in nature, it does not quite fit the patterns of what researchers already know. To listen to this sound, Click here. Initially, they thought it might be a mating call from whales, but they are thrown off by hearing this sound year round.
There was a follow-up piece on Wired,
which seems to indicate it is a Baleen Whale…. but the article does end with… “more data needed….. ”
It does make for good Sci-Fi, especially now that I have been working on a treatment called HUM, which is about an alien life-form that was attracted to Earth by its sound. Yes, yes, I know… sound does not travel through space… but other signals do and who is to say what wavelengths aliens can hear.
This will happen in my lifetime and it will be the most monumental technical achievement of mankind. I am looking forward to this series stating November 14th on The NatGeo Channel.
It’s going to happen within the first two weeks in November, Phragmites will release their seeds on a day like this. Look for blue skies, steel-bottomed clouds, high gusts and it will feel like it could snow. But don’t be fooled, they are not the first flurries of the season. My prediction is November 15th.
For the first time in years, I will miss this spectacular event in the NE, US, so I need your eyes and camera phones on this one. When you see them, take pictures and post them here. Do not get any on you–you now know the consequence.
Good luck all and stay safe…
END OF DAYS SERIES: Mylar
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Geri!.. Don’t do that. It will be political suicide and end your career. It’s not that bad—”
“NOT THAT BAD! Are you kidding me, Dave? You need to pull the plug on this! We’re talking about the end of days here. They have no clue what they are about to do… All the data… All the research I’ve conducted points to the fact that this experiment will be a run-away process–”
“Just listen to me, Geri. I’ve read the data and it’s….” he said coming to a halt.
“It’s what… Dave? Inconclusive? Is that what you want to say to me? I can understand these button pushers up here not taking me seriously…” she said with a snort, catching the irony of the situation. “But you Dave! You of all people…” and she stopped, a pointless end to it.
He could hear the sadness in her voice as much as the pain felt in his heart for what he was about to say to her.
“Yes… It’s inconclusive,” he said from the hammock in his backyard. There was silence on his connection to Geri who was orbiting 250 KM above him. His phone was resting along his shoulder as he looked up through the tree branches at the sky, so blue and crisp on this Indian summer day that he never wanted it to end.
“It’s inconclusive because no one has ever lived through the consequences to make the data conclusive. I’m sure this same scenario was played out on Mars eons ago…. There’s your conclusive evidence, Dave. All you need to do is look at Mars. It’s scorched.”
“Geri…. I promise… nothing is going to happen. I know you’re the smartest person on this project and everyone on the team up there has read your report and they feel the same way as I do. Trust us on this. I’m sure some folks on the Trinity Project in ’45, including Oppenheimer himself, must have had some worry in the back of their mind that what they were about to do could end the world. But it didn’t happen. They trusted their research.
“It’s not the same, Dave. They weren’t trying to open a wormhole with a so called controlled singularity.” He could hear the mock in her voice. “And it’s my research we’re talking about here!”
“You’re right, Geri. It’s not the same thing, but it is the same level of research and much more. We’re not calculating these models with slide rules; we’re using quantum computers on this, Geri. We’re about to make a gigantic leap for humanity and you will stand among history’s greatest scientists that has ever lived.”
There was more silence between them.
“Geri? You still there?”
“Then we’re good on this?”
“Dave…” she said ignoring his question.
“I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me—”
“No need to thank—”
“Just hear me out, Dave,” she was running short on time. “Don’t talk. I would never have had this opportunity without you in my life. I would never have had the chance for this opportunity had it not been for you on that cold morning, seeing me in the shadows outside, Alley Bakes, as you strolled by with that bag in your hands.” She let out a saddened laugh. “I don’t even know how you picked me out from under that cardboard box…. and now that I look out from the portal of my bay, I can see all of New England below without a cloud in the sky there. I bet you’re out on the hammock, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Good.” she said.
“I look forward to seeing you upon your return,” and he held up his wrist to see the counter ticking down. “T minus 1 minute, Geri. How come you’re not with the team?”
“No view there and I wanted to see Perkins Cove for the last time. Dave, It should be beautiful. You’ll see a bright flash and although you won’t see the X-ray projecta, it will bore a silent hole through the atmosphere creating a brilliant circular rainbow… a halo around a spot of emptiness…. I’ll have been gone by then and you will have about a minute to reflect on the life this world has had. Nothing lasts forever.”
“Geri… come on.. don’t think that way,” he said with a chuckle in his voice. “I thought we were good on this one?”
“Geri….” but he stopped short when a flash blinded him from above and he turned his head to shield his eyes. When the overload on his retinas began to clear he looked up and could see the partial circular rainbow through the branches and got up from the hammock and moved out into the clearing of his patio along the cove. The sun was low in the sky behind him, but above, at the center of the rainbow he could make out a black dot. He stood there, looking up until he felt the skin on his arms begin to crawl and the hairs on his forearms were curling into ash and drifting away. His eyes sparkled, but this time like melting Mylar, and everything went dark. His heartbeat was pounding in his chest and he could hear the blood boiling behind his ears as he dropped onto the pavers and pooled there as bird after bird thudded to the ground around him with the sound of flesh and earth sizzling before a shockwave of dark fire swept over.
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13.8 billion years ago, at the onset of the Bing-Bang, primordial micro black holes the size of the period at the end of this sentence, may have formed. Assuming that is true, then they are like cosmic bullets boring a hole through the fabric of time, passing through anything and everything in their path. It’s a game of Galactic Roulette.
The original article can be found here: Miniature black holes may be hitting Earth once every 1,000 years
But stop, here. This is where it turns into Science Fiction. So as a writer of Sci-Fi, I look for articles like this and think about how to form a storyline from it and came up with a few possibilities.
- Now or Never: The new doomsday weapon that no one has ever used and the protagonists/antagonists are locked in a political battle at a time when they actually need to use one. I will leave the outcome to you.
- B train: Luke Killian was on his way to work, traveling downtown on the B Train in NYC when a micro black hole rode the track, taking the car and his fellow passengers with him. Where they were dropped off I will leave it up to you.
- Whirl: (Hands off everyone…. this one I’m keeping for my own) A stubborn, slow-moving micro-black hole gets lodged in the ocean, just off of Atlantic City. A permanent whirlpool becomes an attraction and business opportunity for those with foresight that not even the Donald thought of. Blinded by greed, the consequences were not taken into account… the whirlpool is moving slowly toward shore.
- Flush: Escaping from a maximum security colony on Xylon, through a micro black hole, the alien was deposited on Earth.
Now get writing everyone…….
As a writer of near SciFi, it’s always a great feeling to have written a work and then see a related article sometime after publication. This is what I had in mind when writing, November Seed, except my alien seed a little sexier.
What a perfect title for a Sci-fi… “The Great Filter”
On a research note, this topic is what drives us to explore. Has any species of the universe ever punched a hole through The Great Filter? Is the Great Filter a stopgap for us… for any species preventing us/them from infecting the cosmos? I recently read a novelette by Rann Murray called, Ascension. In this hard sci-fi, Murray hits upon this exact topic; that maybe the stopgap is in of itself a living entity.
Here is a good TED Talk about The Great Filter.
Whenever a technology moves too quickly, it frightens people, as we are seeing with drones and the scramble to promote/limit/impede their commercial use. Unfortunately, some Luddites behind the laws might not see the positive future.
About a month ago, I had read a very sad post about the death of a 13-year-old girl involving a pair of Virginia Tech students. There was almost nothing to take away from this read but sorrow, and my thoughts and ache go out to the parents.
But one line in that particular post caught my attention, where it claimed hundreds of Virginia Tech students became involved in the search, some using drones. That is a game changer, where hundreds of drones can converge on an area in a fraction of the time to produce a multi-dimensional search array. Add to that, social media and Amber alerting and you have the beginning of a very comprehensive and sophisticated search and recovery platform.
This got me thinking about what the future might look like. Will there be nanny drones to watch over kids at playgrounds as they leave the house on their way to school, soccer practice, dance recital or sleep overs? Will drones become deterrents if the sky is filled with eyes? Will people have embedded RFID tags so guard drones can track them? If you are interested in the financial aspect of this market, There are several top name companies exploring the use of drones and supporting drone technology.
We have all read articles suggesting the use of AED drones in cities to circumvent traffic jams and provide immediate assistance to the injured or disabled until a medical team can arrive on the scene. The concept below addresses this idea on a much larger scale.
But because we are binary organisms playing out an unbroken plot of what is right and wrong, I can’t help but think there will be an equal number of drones and drone technology used against us. It’s no wonder sci-fi writers continue to cast a dystopian future and why this genre continues to remain so popular. Are sci-fi writers indicators or thermostats of society? That, I have yet to figure out.
“If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face – forever.”- George Orwell
I realize my own sci-fi writings are a bit dark, but with a light at the end of the tunnel.
R.I.P. Nicole Madison Lovell. You were loved and I hope one day a future drone search and recovery platform will be named after you. (NicoleNet)
This was a two wheel Gyro car. A 1954 Ford Gyron, dreamed up by futurist Sydney Mead, who later went on to work with major studios on such films as: as Star Trek: The Motion Picture, followed by Blade Runner, Tron, 2010, Short Circuit, Aliens, Timecop, Johnny Mnemonic and Mission: Impossible III. (wiki)
I have said this often, but the 1950’s was a time of forward thinking, people looking out through the windshield instead of the rear view mirror.
So get out there and write, writer’s of Sci-Fi! Let’s lay off the dystopian past and get back to designing for the future…. But please don’t cancel the Walking Dead series…… LOL