tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587336.post849237746279816140..comments2024-03-27T23:12:08.917-07:00Comments on CONTRARY BRIN: What happens to Starman and the Red Roadster? Post your quick-short story here!David Brinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14465315130418506525noreply@blogger.comBlogger159125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587336.post-42374689920504364162018-11-09T04:30:15.625-08:002018-11-09T04:30:15.625-08:00It just passed Mars and coming back with a van and...It just passed Mars and coming back with a van and his family.<br /><br /><a href="https://www.evolving-science.com/space/roadster-mars-00837" rel="nofollow">Drifting ‘Starman’: Tesla’s Space Roadster Reported To Have Passed Mars</a>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587336.post-8289649630039045782018-08-07T14:02:17.051-07:002018-08-07T14:02:17.051-07:00Mr Brin, just out of curiosity: did you forward th...Mr Brin, just out of curiosity: did you forward the stories? Was there any reaction? :)Matthias Meierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00327409367219953174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587336.post-54913364396170694272018-04-14T10:08:07.518-07:002018-04-14T10:08:07.518-07:00All our Blessings
William G. sat smiling as Z-man...<br />All our Blessings<br /><br />William G. sat smiling as Z-man pirouetted, self-made lightsaber in hand, like a true Jedi.<br /><br />5, ALS almost gone (thanks Riley's!), energy level off the charts.<br />Z-man loved Star Wars, and cars.<br /><br />"Hey Z, would you like a red convertible?"<br />"YES!!!"<br /><br />"Hmm..." <br />Looking at the eastern sky, smiling again,<br />"...well, maybe you'll go get one!"<br /><br />Imisswalter34noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587336.post-16663770690478704042018-03-13T13:47:15.141-07:002018-03-13T13:47:15.141-07:00An etched quartz star arrives seeking friends disc...An etched quartz star arrives seeking friends discovered 2700 years ago near Kepler 69-C, 1,600,000,000,000,000 miles from Cohoes NY, well past Guptill’s Roller Rink. Falcon Heavy holds steady, while Starman, flattened by the vigorous stillness of where matter drops and spirituality comes alive, can’t discern past/future. There, in dimensions unseen, minions’ and great men’s souls, clinging to garbled memories of family/friends/lovers, anxiously listen for what god 0r magic has come to comfort them, rescue them, as across barriers never navigated, from the skin of a shiny red car, bleats a mere persistent whisper, “Your circuit’s dead, there’s something wrong.”Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587336.post-19082479141118004642018-03-03T08:13:43.363-08:002018-03-03T08:13:43.363-08:00Don’t panic, the dash says.
Okay, let’s assess th...Don’t panic, the dash says. <br />Okay, let’s assess the situation. I’m alone. In space. Yeah that’s not so great. But they did give me this sweet ride and good tunes...well, tune. Not to mention this snazzy spacesuit. And if I get bored there’s always the Foundation trilogy. <br />And that view! The first sight of that big blue planet was just...words can’t do it justice. First to drive a roadster in space. The name Starman up there with Gagarin and Armstrong.<br />This isn’t such a bad deal. <br />Think I’ll head for Mars and try to answer the question Ziggy keeps asking.<br />P.A. Cornellnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587336.post-2970083498572547282018-02-15T02:31:50.328-08:002018-02-15T02:31:50.328-08:00See also "The random walk of cars and their c...See also "The random walk of cars and their collision probabilities with planets", by Hanno Rein, Daniel Tamayo & David Vokrouhlicky, Feb 14 2018:<br />https://arxiv.org/abs/1802.04718<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587336.post-61903971167351249022018-02-13T13:16:13.534-08:002018-02-13T13:16:13.534-08:00Elon and Jeff relaxed back into the grass on their...Elon and Jeff relaxed back into the grass on their elbows.<br /><br />Jeff tilts his chin up. "That is one hell of thing. I still can't believe you did"<br /><br />Elon looks past the outlines of the 300 meter diameter bubble that surround his Midnight Cherry roadster.<br /><br />Elon tilts his chin back towards Sol - "You should talk -- I can almost see your changes to the Moon from here!"<br /><br />"Hey - I wasn't going to let you have the laugh last. Sure, I could have done something fun with New Glenn but everyone was expecting that. Messing with a Moon a few years later when they had forgotten your stunt got everyone's attention"<br /><br />"Okay Jeff, but Latin? Who the hell wants to look at the biggest billboard in the sky and not even be able to read it?"<br /><br />PeterVermonthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05317675277361584804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587336.post-47978815797460860632018-02-13T09:55:57.860-08:002018-02-13T09:55:57.860-08:00They keep getting better!
Suzanne Borchers - wonde...They keep getting better!<br />Suzanne Borchers - wonderful!<br />sysquid - touching!<br /><br />There’s plenty I haven’t mentioned, that were also great you guys make me proud…<br /><br />Chris Roger… attaboy. You got the spirit.<br />David Brinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14465315130418506525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587336.post-66136783841320553172018-02-13T08:07:58.578-08:002018-02-13T08:07:58.578-08:00Grint checked her eyepiece before scribbling the n...Grint checked her eyepiece before scribbling the numbers on the parchment. <br /><br />She slid the notes into containers. Too much to hope that all of them would make it, but even one would be enough. Outside, the wooden gate shattered. Not long before the mob reached her. <br /><br />Digits trembling, she released the homing bats into smoke-heavy air.<br /> <br />Fists pounded on her door, then axes. It didn't matter. She'd been right. Skyfires were worlds like her own. One day her people would learn to value those who sought the truth. And then they too would send a red chariot into the sky.M V Melcerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00507011169412145726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587336.post-79266062372114003892018-02-13T00:16:26.843-08:002018-02-13T00:16:26.843-08:00Porg Planet Discovery
“Weeeee,” squealed diminuti...<b>Porg Planet Discovery</b><br /><br />“Weeeee,” squealed diminutive Porglets slipping over bright red curves, bouncing onto the fresh-turned soil.<br /><br />“Protected nesting benches…with padding,” females cooed, already squabbling over territory.<br /><br />Gazing into a curved, black surface, males admired their stout feathered bodies and luminous eyes as they fluttered wings. “We can preen before mating,” they commented while relaxing their bowls on the squishy white perch. <br /><br />An aggressive Porg chomped at five small twigs on the opposite branch. Three more crowded beneath the see-through wall warming webbed feet on the tight shelf.<br /><br />“Tastes like chicken,” called others from the ground.<br /><br /> “We claim this palace!” stated the murder.Sierra Writers Conferencehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02658566315733798579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587336.post-77696662629119669472018-02-12T21:27:22.293-08:002018-02-12T21:27:22.293-08:00"Are we going to see the Sagan?"
"N..."Are we going to see the Sagan?"<br />"No, Somma, we're here to see the Tesla."<br />"But you promised we'd see the Sagan V thingy."<br />"It's just a short hop and we can catch it tomorrow."<br />"What's special about the Tesla anyway?"<br />"Mark of a new era, before the Mars and Outer Sats colonies."<br />"Mars is boring, nothing but mud and muck. Who'd wanna go there anyway?"<br />"Everything starts with baby steps. Mars used to be... Look here it comes."<br />"Hmmpf, just a beat up old car and a suit?"<br />"It's been travelling..."<br />"Can we see the Sagan now?"<br />"Uh, sure.”Douglas P. Marxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11082955158324942303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587336.post-19186750715051443342018-02-12T14:48:10.690-08:002018-02-12T14:48:10.690-08:00James was smiling at the ship's viewscreen as ...James was smiling at the ship's viewscreen as Stephanie floated up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.<br /><br />"Everything OK?" She asked.<br /><br />He nodded and pointed to a large white tube with a tiny red car magnified in the monitor. The car was battered and faded and inside it was an equally tattered space suit. <br /><br />"That's Starman. Nearly 30 years ago, he gave us a reason to look up. Many of us never stopped. We're here because of him."<br /><br />"Oh, how cool!" Stephanie exclaimed.<br /><br />James looked at the image on the wall.<br /><br />"Yeah. Look at us cavemen go."Chris Rogershttps://medium.com/@rogerstigers/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587336.post-28203101393815828832018-02-12T09:48:48.931-08:002018-02-12T09:48:48.931-08:00"There goes the red roadster in space
And Sta..."There goes the red roadster in space<br />And Starman with helmet his face.<br />Circling the worlds<br />Looking for girls<br />And obviously getting no place."<br /><br />"Dude, shut your noise and stomp the boosters. Our dates are waiting."<br /><br />"You just don't appreciate great poetry."<br /><br />"Edward Lear, you're not."<br /><br />"Who?"Suzanne Borchershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10315099796773769064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587336.post-31461064505278736582018-02-12T08:54:31.516-08:002018-02-12T08:54:31.516-08:00“I said I could do it.” Having turned the last bol...“I said I could do it.” Having turned the last bolt, she scrubbed sweat from her eyes. She looked to the one who’d come in the little craft she labored over. They’d thought her fascination would dissipate. Wasn’t it enough to look out? They asked. Why go?<br /><br />He asked another question. Where will you go?<br />“I don’t know,” she said, dizzy with possibility. Her heart welled, suddenly, for the land she might miss after all. “I’d rather not go alone.”<br /><br />I want to go with you, he said.<br /><br />She chuckled. “It’s only right. Since I’m leaving the way you came.”<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11006209812690694743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587336.post-23634793528272066832018-02-12T08:25:46.575-08:002018-02-12T08:25:46.575-08:00Finding the archive
The ship rose from the eclipt...Finding the archive<br /><b></b><br />The ship rose from the ecliptic on a rolling wave of spacetime, micro curvatures spreading out in its wake. <br /> “Another piece of space debris.” Astra announced. “Pull it in, let’s take a look.”<br />Inside the bright red hull, two statues sat exposed to space but covered in white atmospheric suits.<br />Recognition blossomed for Oolon.<br />“It’s the archive! Still in good condition.”<br />“Pull it into the hold.”<br /> “How old is that thing?” Oolon wondered.<br />“It’s been added to and forwarded along for almost 700 million orbits.”<br />“Well, let’s contribute something and send it along.”Stephenovincihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03983010649282670505noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587336.post-67983238844154625452018-02-12T01:59:26.929-08:002018-02-12T01:59:26.929-08:00The smallest of the two suns just set on the horiz...The smallest of the two suns just set on the horizon. This marks the start of a new 6 hours of light. The inhabitants are gathering as always in front of the relic to ask for protection of the T-God. They are facing the red sun on their knees praying in an unknown language that sounds something like:"Let the children lose it/Let the children use it/Let all the children boogie". On each day, same ritual, but today they are more excited. 2000 years has passed since the T-God sent them the first sign. A red one. It is time for a return as their ancestors said. How are they looking like?Irinel Birsanhttp://ziora.ronoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587336.post-27076163410225980002018-02-11T21:59:44.951-08:002018-02-11T21:59:44.951-08:004th...
The furry beings were excited once more. W...4th...<br /><br />The furry beings were excited once more. Wheee!!! <br />The tall, blonde Zig was at the helm of the vessel<br />in the phychedelic corridor, the unimaginably beautiful and colorful doorway between spaces.<br />-Lets go find the Teslans! He shouted and the furry beings screamed with joy.<br /><br />They went maximum overdrive after puffing into the other side. Blazing the universe like a million-bolt lightning the ship accelerated on its path.<br /><br />- There! Planet Tesla! They went down in the atmosphere..under the clouds and it was so blue, bright blue..so much ocean.<br />Then, a patch of land, where they swiftly landed and got out. <br /><br />- But where are the Teslans? The little furries frowned. <br />The Zig was pondering deeply. Hmmmm....<br /><br />Then they saw something red rise in the horizon..it looked like another planet:<br /><br />- Maybe they went there? The Zig said..EarthenBlueSky7noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587336.post-21108544886992710992018-02-11T19:41:30.578-08:002018-02-11T19:41:30.578-08:00Oh, he's on Earth. Reliable sources report he...Oh, he's on Earth. Reliable sources report he's in Buckinghamshire, where Pinewood Studios are located. He reportedly was holding an image of Ceres whilst talking to a man with a green tail, gesticulating as he did so.<br />Obviously Elon Musk is an alien construct.Zepp Jamiesonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16261339498383415026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587336.post-22649627944168645392018-02-11T19:33:23.027-08:002018-02-11T19:33:23.027-08:00Hey! Without my final, cleanup novel for Isaac As...Hey! Without my final, cleanup novel for Isaac Asimov's universe -- FOUNDATION'S TRIUMP -- it wouldn't make any sense to those sci fi loving aliens!David Brinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14465315130418506525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587336.post-37116164491040847812018-02-11T19:22:56.705-08:002018-02-11T19:22:56.705-08:00“They were rather ugly, don’t you think?” 4Grash t...“They were rather ugly, don’t you think?” 4Grash twisted his actuators and wriggled his spider limbs.<br />“Maybe,” I replied. “But they were the creators, after all.” I squirted gas out my nozzles steadying the articulated cylinders of my torso.<br /> The Tesla floated below, Starman still driving after all this time.<br />“Nice car, though, eh?” 4Grash smirked. The plates of his access port warped into what passed for a smile among his kind.<br />“The sims tell us there’s some Asimov on board,” I said. “Maybe we can sell it. Do we have a dongle for 5D quartz laser storage?”Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04713686875232350633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587336.post-56241437120933763462018-02-11T18:08:39.936-08:002018-02-11T18:08:39.936-08:00Raises a question. Can we CONFIRM that Elon didn&#...Raises a question. Can we CONFIRM that Elon didn't pre-tape his post-launch interviews? Are we SURE it's not him? In the driver's seat?<br />David Brinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14465315130418506525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587336.post-91920049721732857142018-02-11T17:41:20.807-08:002018-02-11T17:41:20.807-08:00The white, red and black, boxy vehicle was perched...The white, red and black, boxy vehicle was perched atop the rocket, this time a manned mission.<br />Gina pulled on her harness, testing to ensure it was tight.<br />She had a job to do, the Roadster's windshield had a chip.<br />Gina would do her best to uphold the company's newest motto...<br />"Safelite Repair, Safelite in Space".<br />Galanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08348363368939269094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587336.post-86998032738411067622018-02-11T13:03:48.252-08:002018-02-11T13:03:48.252-08:00Final communication sent, all was lost. One last a...Final communication sent, all was lost. One last act, select a final resting place. <br /><br />It was there. A slight maneuver and he jumped across in his suit; control pack jettisoned, and strapping to the seat. <br /><br />A feeling of pride and love. Thanks to records found in the ruins, they had come so far, so fast. He wondered, would his race be recognized now with opposable thumbs? <br /><br />He laid his head on the lap of the space suited figure, a “master,” and hoped they would still consider his race their best friend. <br /><br />He dreamed of the wind on both their faces.<br /><br />Louishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16407610675571521463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587336.post-71327004034272049122018-02-11T07:20:46.437-08:002018-02-11T07:20:46.437-08:00Terran Artifact 13452. Provenance: Sol Prime erra...Terran Artifact 13452. Provenance: Sol Prime erratic orbit. Time vector linear, eigen-dim shift probability 54.343% <br /><br />Composition: Ferro-chromic primitives, various organic and synthetic polymers.<br /><br />Purpose and meta-analysis: Cartesian loco-motion. Also: e-motion pride, joy, inspiration, whimsy. <br /><br />Disposition: Archived and molecularized.<br /><br />Comments: This seemingly random cast off from Sol Prime''' (colloq. Terra) has caused far more than its share of interdimensional chaos. Quant-dim Shunt': Initiated Terran expansion°. Shunt'': Quilonix civilization terminated via exo-DNA initiated colony collapse. <br /><br />Archivist Nix<br /><br />°With all its well known, shall we say foibles.<br />‡Shunt'', far more than its preceding focal, resulted in Artifact 13452's unusually high eigen-dim shift potentiality.Just another voicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01571911616248054985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587336.post-77652534598386601012018-02-10T21:19:04.969-08:002018-02-10T21:19:04.969-08:00I posted this as a comment on your Facebook post. ...I posted this as a comment on your Facebook post. Here it is again:<br /><br />"Commander, you're not going to believe what we just found orbiting Sol. It's a pre-Migration ground vehicle, about 7000 cycles old."<br /><br />"I'm in no mood for jokes."<br /><br />"No joke, sir. Here are the orbital parameters, images to follow."<br /><br />"Are you saying Elonmusk was *real*?"<br /><br />"It looks that way, sir."<br /><br />"Continue studying it, and keep me posted."<br /><br />*click*<br /><br />"Archaeology division, I want you to send an expedition to the north pole of Old Earth. And keep it quiet."<br /><br />"What are we looking for?"<br /><br />"Santa's Workshop."Keith Thompsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06676710315024892313noreply@blogger.com