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Diamond Mind: Science Fiction
Sep. 30th, 2012 06:25 pmI want a girl with a mind like a diamond, I wrote in the profile. What I was hoping to net was a smart girl with an affection for last-century ironic pop. What I netted was--well, you'll see. She's a girl with diamonds *in* her mind. How could she help being smart with an advantage like that? And sure, she's smarter than most of the smartest people I know. Took me a while to decide if I thought she was really smart or not, but I think she is. That sort of thing matters, you know, when you're thinking of asking a girl to marry you and start a family. It also means that the family jewels are going to get passed down to our kids, and that's--well, that's a bit harder to swallow. Not that swallowing is how they get implanted. Nope. It would be my wife, the black market brain surgeon. I ended up deciding that the connections, the leaps, the intuition, and the sense of how it all hangs together means that she genuinely *is* brilliant. The diamond network gives her perfect recall and the ability to execute any visualized or indexed action perfectly, but it doesn't help her sort out what to use or cue her to what's funny about the situation.
Inspiration: "Short Skirt/Long Jacket" - Cake
Story Potential: Medium
Notes: Not original enough to be a good story on its own. Good title, though.
Inspiration: "Short Skirt/Long Jacket" - Cake
Story Potential: Medium
Notes: Not original enough to be a good story on its own. Good title, though.
The Robots Marching Off to War: Title
Dec. 5th, 2010 11:49 am"The Robots Marching Off to War" is a great title for something. Not sure what yet. Inspiration: A NYT.com article about the new battle robots.
Title Idea: The Finite Edges of Her Smile
May. 24th, 2010 03:34 pmI am suddenly ridiculously tempted to write a story called "The Finite Edges of Her Smile."
Of course, I have no idea what it would be about. Although the "finite" hints at sci-fi, I think.
And I thought it was bad when characters popped into my head without stories....
Of course, I have no idea what it would be about. Although the "finite" hints at sci-fi, I think.
And I thought it was bad when characters popped into my head without stories....
The indelible curvature of her brain folds was a problem. The pathways were so long ingrained and so well formed that he could not bring himself to wantonly destroy them, and there was no way to simply wipe them smooth and simple again. He settled for a rough approximation of detaching them, breaking the linkages to the most obvious pathways. The memories were still there, and it was possible that they would rebuild the connections--brains liked doing that--but for now it would appear that he'd filled his responsibility. Yet she would not have the crafted beauty of her brain, the labor of decades, destroyed. He felt a brief glow of pride as he completed his work, something almost forgotten.
Inspiration: "indelible" (which came up when I was writing "Walking Out of the Machine," the twitfic Vicesteed tie-in. I tried to think of something that was not paper or writing that could be described like that.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: I love this description, but the actual story isn't unique. Best title ever, though!
Inspiration: "indelible" (which came up when I was writing "Walking Out of the Machine," the twitfic Vicesteed tie-in. I tried to think of something that was not paper or writing that could be described like that.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: I love this description, but the actual story isn't unique. Best title ever, though!
His mother was trapped in Hell, and it was all his fault. He knew that as surely as he knew his skill with the flute. If he hadn't been so brazen as to say he could sing and play his way in and out of Hell safely, he wouldn't have tempted the God of the Underworld to force him to make good on his boast. If he'd only said that he could play his way out of Hell, he thought miserably, his mother wouldn't have been needed. But no, he had to say he could make his way both in and out, and now he had to deal with that. Well, if there wasn't at least a hypothetical possibility, the God of the Underworld--
Inspiration: Dionysus taking his mother out of the underworld.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Sadly, nothing here that separates it from any of the other myth retellings running around.
Inspiration: Dionysus taking his mother out of the underworld.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Sadly, nothing here that separates it from any of the other myth retellings running around.
Stained Glass Harvest: Science Fiction
Jun. 18th, 2007 11:06 pmThe stained glass windows shone like gold as the late autumn light poured through them, making the sheaves of wheat glow from within with a holy light that he'd never seen in actual harvests, not even by day's end, when the suns sank lower in the sky and everything seemed to be a little brighter. The weariness and the pain in his back by that time was enough to make him ignore any such signs and look only for his chit to get a draft of beer from the tavern. It was little enough, and he knew it, knew somehow within himself that working th harvest was a hard enough job that payment should be more than a trencher of bread with stew and--
Inspiration: Stained glass wheel.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Ah, subsistence colonization. That's gotta suck. Kinda interesting to read about, though. I really like the title....
Inspiration: Stained glass wheel.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Ah, subsistence colonization. That's gotta suck. Kinda interesting to read about, though. I really like the title....
