Isolation Fail: Science Fiction

The isolation containment chamber had failed. The facility containment had not. She cast a sideways look at her fellow researchers, trying to spot any early signs. She didn’t see any. Everyone looked nervous, but that was about what she could expect, given what they were dealing with. Or not dealing with. A loud moan managed to escape the break room, and she winced. Make that DEFINITELY not dealing with. They'd designed the damn bug, they knew that although it could be killed, it couldn't be easily cured, and they knew that they didn't have any of the elements for a cure available inside the contained facility. And they certainly weren't leaving the facility. So far as they knew, a nuclear strike would have been called in if somebody hadn't done some fast talking about dispersal particles and radiation-fed bugs and--the most dreaded word of all--airborne! None of which was true to the degree that it would have sounded, but Rob's wife wanted her husband back, or if not back, at least not aerosolized.


Inspiration: Thinking about the delay in finding out about acceptances and contest winnings, and how annoying delay in finding things out was in general...and somehow that naturally led to plague and contagion. La di da!
Story Potential: High.
Notes: These are things that I could play with. Is it a battle for survival? Is it an accommodation? Is it the birth of a new society? All of the above?

Recruiting the Other

Why don't X do Y?

People who are Other usually have to see an Other doing something before they think that they can. So you need to recruit the first generation into doing something foreign to their culture/other people's expectations. Then the next generation comes to it naturally.

cloudscudding.livejournal.com/tag/4th street fantasy 2012