Monday, December 23, 2024

Happy Holidays!

I know this has been argued ad nauseam, but for some reason there are things that must be said and said and said again.

NO ONE IS FORBIDDING THE WISHING OF A MERRY CHRISTMAS

CHRISTMAS IS NOT DIMINISHED BY WISHING SOMEONE YOU DON'T KNOW HAPPY HOLIDAYS

CHRISTMAS IS INCLUDED IN THE HOLIDAY PART OF HAPPY HOLIDAYS

If you are a fundamentalist you should know that Jesus was most likely NOT born on 25 December, but when the shepherds were guarding their sheep most likely during lambing in the Spring. Christmas on 25 December is just the day early Christians chose to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ.

I LIKE Happy Holidays. It includes people who celebrate different holidays and it includes New Years. I don't mind saying Merry Christmas to those I know celebrate Christmas, but if I don't know someone I will wish them Happy Holidays.

If you insist on wishing people Merry Christmas, and only Merry Christmas without acknowledging other people may be celebrating for an entirely different and valid reason; if you don't recognize Happy Holidays as a perfectly acceptable greeting; and if you get angry when people suggest to other people to use Happy Holidays as a more inclusive way to spread cheer and warmth to their fellow human beings; then you are frankly being Un-Christian.

I wish joy, happiness and good hope to you, your family, all you know, and all you love a Happy Bodhi Day, Happy Kathika Deepam, Happy Pancha Ganapati, Happy Vaikuntha Ekadashi, Happy HumanLight, Happy Salgirah Khushiali, Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas, Happy Yule, Happy Koliada, Happy Wassailing, Happy Yalda, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Ōmisoka, Happy Hogmanay, Chalica, and a very Happy New Year!

HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE

Thursday, December 12, 2024

The Best (or Worst) Laid Plans...

Well, as Jack Benny used to say. We got thrown for a loop last week in my family. My Mom fell and broke her hip. She had it replaced and is in rehab currently. My brothers, nieces, nephews (too bad English doesn't have a collective gender neutral for that level of family), uncle, and dear family friend are taking turns visiting and helping her. 

This is partially why I did not post in this blog yesterday (though I've established and intend to continue a weekly post on Wednesday). I don't think anyone is subscribed, and I'd be surprised if anyone has even noticed the pattern, but it is not a good thing to do in the beginning of what I intend and hope is a long and fruitful tradition, and it was a goal of mine in November to write daily and I missed a day this week.

If I had planned better I would have had a post "in the can" and been prepared for not being able to write on Wednesday.

Something else that happened due to my own poor planning was that I forgot to mention that I participated in Movember again this year in November. That is, I grew a mustache (or let my mustache grow) in November to raise awareness of Men's Health Issues, specifically prostate cancer and dementia.

My Father died of pancreatic cancer, but before that, he had prostate cancer (for which he was successfully treated). My Father-In-Law had dementia and broke HIS hip, which ultimately impacted his departure from our company. I find it interesting that the identical purple ribbon is used for both of these conditions.

My Mom also has dementia, so this story turns round and round.

I planned to raise awareness of men's health issues and failed to use the platform already at my disposal in this blog. 

No plan survives first contact with the enemy even if that enemy is your own poor planning. I'm going to have to up my game.

What are your plans for the rest of the year? How are you going to adjust them once they are put into action?

Wednesday, December 04, 2024

December Goals and November Review

    Goal, er, well a Try
I'm going to first go over the final review of my November goals.
  1. Produce more than consume
    1. Make 12 attempts to get a short story (there are several possible) and/or “Tabernacle” published by the end of the month
    2. Write or Edit every day (defined as Writing = at least 1 word, Editing = at least 1 correction)
    3. Make creating apps outweigh consumption apps on my phone (more time)
    4. NO YouTube while working
  2. Focus on Health
    1. Exercise daily (defined as anything >10 pushups)
    2. Yoga daily
    3. Get to 1 pullup

  1. Production Results
    1. D- I didn't make any publishing attempts except this blog
    2. A I did that 28/30 days
    3. B With the limits I made I'll give myself a B for the reduction
    4. A maybe about 90-95%
  2. Health
    1. A about 90-95%
    2. B I didn't do as much yoga, but I did start physical training for my shoulder and that was a lot of stretching so I counted that
    3. F I didn't really even work on this
For December I want to build on what I have already, but not reinforce failure. Additionally, a lot of these are habit builders. If I have successfully built a habit I don't need to use is as a goal for future months.

December Goals (in priority order):
  1. Health
    1. Physical Therapy daily (stretch goal: do it twice) 
    2. Set up garage exercise stuff (punching bag, drag tires, bag toss, tires for using sledgehammer on)
  2. Volunteer
    1. Support Scouting America
      1. Attend the Northeast Illinois Council (NEIC) Training committee meeting and volunteer for something
      2. Attend the Aptakisic District Committee meeting and volunteer for something
      3. Contact NEIC Council Ops Officer to see what help they need
    2. Attend the Wauconda CERT meeting and volunteer for an event
    3. Switch to Spanish from Dutch on Duolingo and get 15 hours (30 min a day for 30 days)
  3. Produce - Make one publishing submission
Now that I've made them public you will have to hold me to them. I can't use the endorphins of posting them to make me feel like I've already accomplished something.

If there is something you would like to see me do more of, please let me know.
 

Wednesday, November 27, 2024

Escape

First I want to say that I learned (or maybe re-learned) a lesson last week. I pre-wrote my blog post on a Google Doc and tried to copy-paste into Blogger. Silly me, I thought since they are both Google properties it would be smooth. It was not. It was mostly because I had bullets and levels of bullets and colors. I think when I write in just text it will be much better.


I have been reading and writing several things this month. I'll start with what and how I'm reading.


For the most part I try to read things I can get from the local library (system). I don't often buy books. I get them by putting them on hold to get the physical books, and I borrow them through two library apps. Through our local library I can borrow things from Libby and Hoopla.


I'm currently listening to Grave Peril, a Dresden Files book by Jim Butcher on Libby; The Two Towers, a Lord of the Rings book by J.R.R. Tolkien, on Hoopla. I'm also reading Casino Royale, a James Bond by Ian Flemming on Hoopla.


I borrowed several of the Discworld audiobooks from the library, and I'm just about finished with Feet of Clay by Sir Terry Pratchett.


I'm trying to read the physical book of Archaeology: Theories, Methods, and Practice by Colin Renfrew and Paul Bahn. I say, trying because it is a textbook and not exactly riveting and light reading.


I am actively working on writing the first draft of two stories. The first has the working title of The Invisible Guild. It's an urban fantasy that is slightly comical and mostly adventurous (along the lines of Dresden Files and The Watch books within the Discworld). The other one is a Science Fiction time travel story tentatively called Joy Righd and GAIL the Time Machine.


You might have noticed that my reading helps fuel my imagination for my writing. Only Archaeology is a non-fiction book and I'm reading that for two reasons mainly: to prepare for the graduate school I'm hoping and planning to attend when I retire, and probably more importantly to convince myself Archaeology and pursuing a PhD in Archaeology are really what I want to do in retirement. This is long-range planning and based on a fierce belief that the world will be in a state that will allow me that path as an option.


How can I be listening/reading so many things at once (for those of you who are asking and not saying, pfft that's not a lot of things at once)? I am consuming them at different times, different ways and different places.


Pratchett is on CD audiobooks and I listen in the only place I still have a CD player, while driving. Tolkien is on Hoopla and because I've read those books before I can listen to them in the background at work or while walking the dog. Butcher is on Libby so I can listen on my phone also while I'm walking the dog or working around the house, but I haven't read that book before so I have to pay attention. Flemming is on my phone or Kindle, but I read that when sitting in the family room in the evenings. I split my time then with Archaeology.


Why am I reading all these things? To fuel my imagination as I said earlier, but there is something more. There is something about reading and writing these types of things: escape.


I'm also listening to J.R.R. Tolkien's essay, On Fairy Stories. That's on YouTube. I'm trying to figure out how to get a print/electronic copy so I can highlight and take notes on it. In this essay he says that we must not confuse escapism as running away. We must think of it as freeing ourselves like a war prisoner or political prisoner frees themselves.


This kind of escapism allows us to recharge ourselves, to be refreshed for future struggles. It also allows us a safe place, like when you are in school, to train and experiment with ideas, methods, policies and beliefs we can use when we return to the real world.


A long time ago I realized Jurassic Park did a lot more to teach Paleontology than almost anything else and JFK changed the national zeitgeist (if only a little). I realized that the common language offered by fiction can become so ingrained in our minds that it becomes indistinguishable from facts. We all know dinosaurs are warm blooded like birds and JFK was killed by Lee Harvey Oswald, but he was a patsy. How do we know those things? Because that's what we always thought or knew.


That's powerful stuff. I really do think I can tap into that, I can use it to push our default ideas a little bit in the direction of democracy, humanism, ecological responsibility and that higher technology can help for a start. I'm not going to pretend that my fiction is real (like people eating pets), but just putting it out there in the universe I hope people will start to take for granted these things are good and they are the things we want to try and espouse and/or do.


I recently read Atomic Habits by James Clear. The thing I want to leave you with today is something from that book. You have to decide what person you want to be (determine your identity) and prove it to yourself by doing the things that that person does. 

For example, if I decide I'm a healthy person, healthy people go to the gym to exercise so they can be fit and capable outside the gym.


I think that is also true of society. If we decide we are a humanist democracy that respects nature we have to, everyday do the things humanist democracies do. 


Our escapist literature can be our gym to learn how and practice democratic things so when we get out in the real world we can put those ideas into practice. 


In my writing I want to build that gym/sandbox/escapist world for us all to train our brains and hearts in.


Wednesday, November 20, 2024

GOALS!

Apparently, the work I've set out to volunteer for is difficult to get started. I've spoken with as many people as I can to get my volunteering moving, and…

I have nothing yet to report.

SO…

I'm going to share my goals for November. A bit late, you're thinking. Maybe it is, but:

  1. I'm in the last ten days and I may, just might be able to reach them if I really try and posting about them sort of puts me on the hot seat, AND

  2. I made them just before November and my birthday sort of put things on their ear if you catch my meaning. I was spun around and dizzy, but I've finally got myself in the right direction.


I feel like my volunteering is important, but these goals, though not necessarily in that exact direction nor are exact fuel to get me going in that direction, are good for the same reason my volunteering is important and I will explain after I share them.


  1. Produce more than consume

    1. Make 12 attempts to get a short story (there are several possible) and/or “Tabernacle” published by the end of the month

    2. Write or Edit every day (defined as Writing = at least 1 word, Editing = at least 1 correction)

    3. Make creating apps outweigh consumption apps on my phone (more time)

    4. NO YouTube while working

  2. Focus on Health

    1. Exercise daily (defined as anything >10 pushups)

    2. Yoga daily

    3. Get to 1 pullup


PRODUCING

I figure producing more than consuming is important to the support of democracy because 

  1. I don't want to be a mindless consumer, doom-scroller, a side-line-attendee
  2. I want to produce the kinds of things that 
    1. Make people think and think good things about democracy
    2. Make people feel good
    3. I want to see and read
    4. Make me feel empowered in the right direction.

BTW - It's green because green things grow  


HEALTH

I figure focusing on my health will

  1. Keep me healthy for the fight
  2. Keep my healthy longer for my children and grandchildren
  3. Make my mind stronger, healthy body, healthy mind/brain for the fight for democracy
  4. Help me feel powerful and empowered

BTW - It's pink for "In the pink of health"

My progress so far:
  1. Produce more than consume
    1. No attempts at publishing yet, but I have been doing this, and publishing my blog, and there is still time
    2. I have been writing every day
    3. I don't know if my creating apps outweigh my consumption apps, but I have downloaded Screen Zen for my phone and Untrap for Youtube. Both help me limit YouTube and a few other apps on my phone
    4. I've been pretty successful with not listening to YouTube while working now that I've installed Untrap for Youtube.
  2. Focus on Health
    1. I am very close to having exercised every day at least more than 10 pushups
    2. Very close to Yoga daily, or a similar activity
    3. Get to 1 pullup - I'm in physical therapy for my shoulder to help me get to this
So you see it is do-able. I could use encouragement because 1.1 is a doozy yet and I could use all the kind words and suggestions I can get.

Thanks all!


Wednesday, November 13, 2024

Get To Work

Last week's post was, "Wake Up" so naturally this week is about getting to work. If I want us to live in a democracy I need to get to work. 


I don't feel like I'm particularly trained or skilled in any particular area, so I have to volunteer to my strengths and inclinations, to my, let's call them enthusiasms.


As much as taking a baseball bat to my frustrations sounds cathartic, it is really not the way.

So what are my enthusiasms, what draws my admiration, what gives me joy? 

Camping, ceremony, preparedness, ecology, democracy the live long day, Baden Powell, James West, William D. Boyce, and so forth.

One of the first things Hitler did when he came to power was outlaw the Scouts of Germany. Several of the members of the White Rose belonged to underground, illegal Scout troops. There were underground, illegal Scout organizations behind the Iron Curtain in Poland. I firmly believe if ANY of the boys on the island had been scouts the Lord of the Flies would never have happened.

I had become slightly disillusioned with the Boy Scouts of America (soon to be renamed Scouting America) because of the way the organization had gone about making changes. I don't necessarily disagree with the changes, more the way they were handled.

Fundamentally, though, scouting is still the same. You can't go wrong with the Scout Law.
A scout is:
Trustworthy
Loyal
Helpful
Friendly
Courteous
Kind 
Obedient
Cheerful
Thrifty
Brave
Clean and 
Reverant
So I re-volunteered with my local Scouting America council (Northeast Illinois Council).

I've also been very interested, fascinated, and concerned about the indigenous people of the Americas. I have a BA in Anthropology because I wanted to be as educated about these people as I could be. I feel very embarrassed to find out only recently how many Native Americans live in and around Chicago and how many organizations they have in the area.

On top of that, November is National Native American Heritage Month.

I also volunteered with the American Indian Center of Chicago.
I hope they can find some way for me to be able to help them.

I think the first way is to try to help get the word out about the Native American organizations in our area. If anyone reads this that didn't know anything about these then I hope that I helped even a tiny bit. I'll post some links below.

I do love writing fiction, but I don't have the skills at this point to write things like Animal Farm, or 1984, or Fahrenheit 451. Maybe someday, and when I can I will do that also.

Here are some links to Native organizations in the Chicago area:
 


Wednesday, November 06, 2024

WAKE UP!

Yesterday was a clarion call for democracy, LGBTQ+ support, immigration reform, refugee support, clean energy support, environmental support, and anti-racism (including indigenous peoples support). 

Yesterday I did a very small part by voting. Today I’m going to do another very small part with this blog that no one reads, I’m going to change the logo.

A while ago, I found out about a movement to adopt the female belted kingfisher as the mascot for the University of Illinois (my and Mrs. Prop’s alma mater). At that time I found a logo made by mickgee2k14 (the artist said I can use it if I attribute it) on reddit that harkens back to the old chief logo, but for the new mascot.
 

In case you didn’t know, the old mascot of the University of Illinois Fighting Illini was Chief Illiniwek. The NCAA required UofI to remove that mascot in 2007 and it's about damn time I do it too.


I'm going to clean this old blog up and try to include support for those issues I mentioned above, because we need to work harder than ever and I'm making a commitment today.


I also feel that fiction can explore possibilities and good or bad, I can't help myself and I write. I plan to post more of my fiction while some old stories and posts are going to go away. 


I hope I can spark some discussion and raise awareness where and when I can. If not, and this blog continues to be unread, I will be doing other things, as I said this is one very small part.


ILL -

Saturday, December 31, 2016

2016 Goal Review

I have only a couple of minutes left.  I know no one reads this, but I'm going to post it anyway.

I completely failed at my two goals this year:  Enroll in a Master of Education Program, and Get a New Job.

I will tell you why in the next post, but I will be rolling them over into 2017.

I also have some secret goals I'm not sharing publicly.  I read that helps keep the pressure on, because you don't feel like you've accomplished something just by sharing the goals.

Wish me luck.

Friday, September 30, 2016

Afghan Rugby Day

Tomorrow is a Rugby day so I thought I'd tell you about my Afghan Rugby experience.

I brought a Rugby ball with me to Afghanistan (or I had it sent to me).  I figured any time a Rugby player sees a Rugby ball he (or she) is drawn to it.  I know I am.  My plan was to inflate it and kick it up into the air from time to time.    By popping it up I figured it would clear any tents or buildings and be visible from quite a way off.  If any ruggers saw it they would find me and we could maybe figure out how to get a game going.

I tried it, but no one ever came around.

Eventually our staff started doing group PT in the mornings.  At first it was basketball mostly.  Then I finally convinced them to try Rugby. We would have to play touch, because I didn't want any LOD (Line of Duty) paperwork and have to explain why we were playing a collision sport.
1SG (now SGM) Beck with the
ball, not on the muddy day


We had an open, dirt field and about eight or ten of us played (after I taught them how).  They enjoyed it and we played several more times.

One morning we were going to play, but it had rained and the field we were using was a mud pit.  I said we should play anyway, and that the mud would just make the landings softer.

What I didn't tell them was I brought my cleats ("boots" for all you ruggers out there) as well as a ball.  While they were all slipping and sliding I was running circles around them.  Because it was touch I could even do "bullet time" type dodging and weaving and ducking and dodging.  No one could catch me, no one could touch me.

I hope it's just like that tomorrow!

Monday, September 26, 2016

Intention, Expectation, and Desire

When I write I consider three things always, whether I INTEND for the piece to be read by others, whether I EXPECT it to be read by others and if I DESIRE for it to be read by others.


I've been making a concerted effort this last half of the year to write something every day, anything.  Because I only count things written as part of stories, not notes, not ideas, not outlines, reminders, or instructions.  This does not mean I only count words I write that will be published.

I desire anything I write to be published or at the very least read by many other people.  I have removed the expectation that every word I write will actually be in the story, but I do intend for them to be.

Simply removing the expectation frees me to write quickly, often, and at volume.  This is my normal mindset for NaNoWriMo novels, I desire these novels to be published, I intend for them to be published, but I don't expect them to be.  This is also the mindset I've been using to keep up a daily output.

Previously the only time I tried to have a daily steady output was in the NaNo Novembers.  The idea of a first draft being so far removed from publishable that it would necessitate a rewrite seemed completely foreign to me.  Now I'm trying to embrace it, or at least tolerate it.  One of my most hated writing adages is, "Writing it rewriting" (credit Hemingway or E.B. White, either way, I don't like it).  That seems like negative thinking to me.  I partially blame the movie Amadeus.  Salieri said Mozart never made any erasures.  Everything was perfect as it left his pen.

Because I've almost always written on a word processor or computer I never really considered anything a first draft, but more like a work in progress.  Now I'm thinking, go from the beginning to the middle and don't stop until the end.  Then go back and change things.  I'm still reluctant to think that anything is strictly a first draft, not for public consumption, or worse still, something to be written only as practice, a first attempt of countless more, as it were.

It often seems like a waste to remove the intent that anything you write will be read by a wide audience (or has the potential to).  Why write anything you don't intend to share?  This is strongly my inclination, but I've recently figured out this is not universally felt.  I've long known there are things people write for a single consumer (like a lover, or themselves) with no expectation or intention of them being read by anyone else.  Journals and love letters are like this.  I'm not really talking about that.

Besides, in the back of my mind I do always expect someone will someday get ahold of anything and everything I write and whether I like it or not, they will read it.  It might be a self-destructive feeling because it makes me write while looking over my shoulder, which is not something you want to do when you are journaling, using writing as meditation, or writing something that will be a first draft only.  

That and I'm sort of paranoid anything I write could someday be subpoenaed. 

The rarest thing I write is something I don't expect to be read, I don't intend to be read and I don't desire to be read.  

Can you guess what sorts of things those could be?  

Do you have anything you write with none of the above?  

Write me a comment and let us know.

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Young Mad Scientists in Love: "The New Team" - Part 3

Part 3 – Not for Love, But Maybe for Money

Doctor Braun Verne was a good looking man and he knew it.  He had a debonair about him, a flash, a swagger that just drew women (those who liked men), and men (those who liked men) alike.


Three women stood around as he lay under another woman’s car.  The owner stood next to the car worrying her fingers while the other three stood back far enough to get the view they wanted.

"What's he doing?"  Gladys, a full figured accountant asked Eloise, the woman whose car was being possibly upgraded.

"Who cares?"  Marge, a woman in a power pant-suit said.

The women admired Braun's faded blue jeans and cowboy boots sticking out from under the car.  In a fluid movement he pulled himself out and lifted himself up to a standing position.  Braun lit a cigarette and let it dangle from his lips.  

“There Eloise, next time you gas up your tank should be the last time you need to,” he ran a hand through his thick, wild hair.  The women unconsciously but audibly sighed.

“I don’t know what it is about him.  I mean, I can’t stand smokers,” Gladys whispered to Marge.  Braun heard them and siddled up to Gladys.  She thought he smelled so good and, "manly.”

“This is no ordinary cigarette.  I get my smokes from a friend of mine, Fred Neal.  They’re vitamin and pheromone cigarettes.”  He exhaled smoke past her ear.

Mary, the youngest and newest admirer leaned toward Eloise, “Isn’t this the janitor?”

Braun leaned toward Mary and flashed one of his thousand watt smiles, “Stationary Engineer actually.”

"What's that accent, French?"  Marge asked Gladys.

"German I think."

"Are you Australian, Mr. Engineer?"  Marge asked.

"If you'd like," Braun smiled at her and started to walk away.

"What did you do, exactly?"  Eloise asked, though Marge gave her a hard nudge for making Braun turn around.

"I can't tell you exactly, and I would certainly never tell you a tall tale about cold fusion."  He lifted his sunglasses and winked, then returned them and left.

"Cold fusion?" Eloise muttered.  The four women turned and approached the car.  It was just the opening Braun was waiting for.  He pressed a button on his tool belt and was instantly transported to his basement work room.

"Mr. Verne!"  Bob Ellgie was standing by the workbench with a device in his hand when the transportation alcove flashed like a lightning bolt party celebrating new years and roared like a train crashing into another train that was at the same time being crashed into by an airliner.

Braun stepped out of the cloud of steam the alcove had generated, his clothing and hair crusted with frost, "That’s new"

"What is that contraption?"  Bob roared.  Bob was a large man in height and girth.  He had been an NFL offensive lineman before his knee went.  He was the hair-trigger tempered regional manager in the office.

"What?"

"That thing with the lights and noise and smoke."

"That's not smoke, it's vapor.  I know what you're thinking, is vapor really safer than smoke.  I mean, they say it is, but aren't they just trying to sell you something and wouldn't they-"

"What are you talking about?"  It really looked like Bob's tie was going to pop right off his neck.

"Oh," Braun suddenly realized what Bob had in his hand when he noticed the big man's squeeze getting tighter on it.  "You really don't want to be squeezing that."  He stepped forward and gingerly tried to pry it out of Bob’s hand.  Their finger war was brief, but it gave Bob enough time to calm down.  Once his rage passed Braun was able to get the device loose and slipped it away.

“What was that?”

“What brings you down to my humble work area, Mr Ellgie?”

Bob didn’t know where the device had gone, but he knew enough that if Braun didn’t want him to touch it, it was probably something incredibly dangerous, and Braun would be verbaly as slipery as a greased pig if he tried to ask about it.  He let the matter slip and focused on the reason he was down there.

“You’re fired.”

“Wh-, wha-, what?”

It was the first time Bob had ever seen Braun speechless.  He savored it a moment and chuckled under his breath.  He rarely got the better of Braun with words and had never knocked him on his ass like this.  He felt a moment of pity.

“That’s not actually true.”  Braun relaxed his shoulders and gathered himself to rise again.  Bob realized he had to keep the initiative.

“You are let go, your position has been eliminated.  The company has decided to outsource the engineering, maintenance and housekeeping functions.  It was all done several levels over my head and is strictly financial in nature.”  His rapid fire sentences peppered Braun keeping him from getting to his rhetorical feet.

“Bu-”

“As soon as I found out I called everyone I knew and called in every favor, but it was too late.  I’m sorry Braun.”  He crossed his arms in finality.

Braun nodded and ran his tongue around his teeth.  He pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

"You can't-"

Braun held up a hand, took a long drag and blew out the smoke, "I'm a victim of my own success."  He shrugged and looked around the room.

"Upper management does feel that everything is running so smoothly they can hire an outside vendor to keep it at this level for a third the cost of-"

"Of me.  I get it."  He nodded.

"I am sorry to have you leave.  As much as you were a pain in my behind, I can tell that you were the one responsible for lowering operating costs 75%."

"How long do I have?"

"Today will be your last day.  You have until close of business to collect your things and leave."

"My things?"

"You will have to leave all company property of course.  You can take any personal tools, but you signed an intellectual property clause."

"Meaning anything I designed and built for the company is company property."

"Anything you got a patent for yes. It would technically be the company's patent."

Braun nodded broadly and dragged on his cigarette, "You have no idea what that is?"  He hooked his thumb over his shoulder at the transportation alcove.

"A steam-"

"And that device you had in your hand; no idea?"

"No."

Braun smiled cautiously.  He pulled out his cell phone and called his friend, "Hey Fred, Braun here.  About that job offer…"

Braun patted Bob on the upper arm, "I'll be out by lunch.  I'll just have to say goodbye to some of the ladies."

Friday, September 09, 2016

"The Case of Reverse Engineering" Part 3: Finale

This is the final installment of my original story, "The Case of Reverse Engineering."

For the previous parts go to PART 1 and PART 2

"The Case of Reverse Engineering" 
Finale

"Of course you could see from the photographs that there was something of a misunderstanding between our party and our visitor that led to hard feelings and some careless use of flammables.  It is unfortunately how the traveler eventually succumbed."

"How long was the visitor with you?"

"Motile?  About a week.  Some of the team were upset when it became clear that the visitor was not a lifeless carcass.  I suppose it went against some firmly held beliefs.  They couldn't reconcile the facts and their beliefs.  It was quite unpleasant.  But you asked how we survived the series of disasters that befell our camp afterwards and I can sum it up by saying that we kept our heads and maintained a low profile."


I could believe this guy could keep a low profile.

"How was it you ended up with the technology?"

"We were the only physicists left.  Of the six we had a meteorologist, a biologist, a pilot and a geologist besides ourselves.  It only seemed logical that we take it.  We were the most qualified of the scientist who actually saw it while it was working."

"Professor Melitene said it was found.  The visitor didn't work with you on it?"

"Did he say it was found?  That's odd.  Some of us worked with the visitor on the technology, although it was so far beyond our understanding we weren't much more than errand boys fetching things and holding lights and such."

"Did Doctor Blair work on it?"

"Certainly; he was indispensable, God rest his soul."  He looked at us carefully.  It was such a deep look that it stopped all questioning until he started it again.  "You do know he was a pathologist, not an engineer or physicist.  He was very keen on the visitor and kept very good notes though.  You worked on those notes didn't you, Doctor Gottschalk?"

"Yes.  How exactly did you communicate with the alien?"
Allouez smiled more broadly than ever, "You know, you three are quite impressive.  No one else in the room, or indeed in the whole time of this experience, has raised the questions you have.  Your curiosity is almost overwhelming.  I think I'm going to have to share something with you, but first I need to confer with my colleague.  Would you please excuse me?"

He didn't give us a chance to accept or refuse.  He slipped away and grabbed Melitene by the elbow.  They huddled for a few minutes.

"I know it sounds crazy," Gottschalk whispered, "but I just have to tell you two.  I think the only way Blair could possibly have written that diary is if he had been possessed.  I know that makes no sense at all and possession is impossible-"

"Doyle said, 'first you must eliminate the impossible and whatever you have left, however improbable is the truth.'"

"Regardless.  I can't think of any other way to explain it.  Almost anything Allouez comes back with will have to be more believable."

He and Melitene ended their conference with cautious smiles and thoughtful nods.  Melitene returned to his throng of well-wishers and Allouez returned to us.

"We've come to an agreement.  As long as you three commit to absolute secrecy I can tell you exactly how our visitor survived and how we communicated.  They are one in the same explanation."

We agreed.

"You have heard of Watson and Crick's description of the DNA molecule?"

We had all read the articles of the recent discovery

"All life on earth is based on reproducible molecules in the nucleus of cells that contains the necessary information for the creation and maintenance of all the cells in the life form.  This is universal and the most basic part of life on earth.  The alien has a completely different system.

"The alien's cells are completely malleable and subject to control of their shape and properties even after their formation, unlike earth life where the cells are created with a specific purpose and characteristics; and maintain those during their entire life.

"Because the alien can consciously control each and every cell at all times it is able to assume any shape, any characteristic as a whole entity."

"How does it control each cell consciously?"

"Every cell is an individual representative of the whole.  Every cell carries a little bit of consciousness."

"Every cell can think?"

"No, but every cell is part of the thinking process.  Because any cell can perform any function there are no dedicated nerve cells, no centralized nervous system.  The whole body is the nervous system.  The whole biomass works in the thinking process.  It's a network, like the neural network in your brain, except more extensive, more permeating, more holistic."

He was beginning to lose us.

"It's entirely more flexible.  It can adapt as an individual to any situation, given enough time and enough information."

"Evolution on an individual basis?"  Gottschalk suggested.

"More than that; because it can adapt over and over again, assuming any characteristics it needs."

"Looking like whatever it wants," Winkle said.

"Yes."

"Like a person?"

"Yes."

"Like you?"

"It could make itself into a copy of me, certainly."

"And it eats to gain mass as well as for energy, right?"

"Yes, very good point.  The alien can assume any shape as long as it has enough biomass to assume that shape.  It couldn't shape itself into a whale for instance if it is only man-sized to begin with."

"But everything it eats can be converted into these all-purpose cells, right?  So conceivably it could eat a whole whale as long as it converts the cells into its own kind of universal erector-set cells as it goes."

"It could."

"Every part of the creature is a whole unto itself and the creature is a network of cells that all communicate, right?  I'm not a scientist, but I do like to read a lot.  I thought the cells in our brain communicate through electrical impulses and chemical receptors.  How do the cells in these creatures communicate?  Telepathy?"

Allouez laughed quietly, "Exactly right; you are very astute Miss Kostka, by telepathy."

"Telepathy within an individual creature?"

"Within individuals and between them; all the aliens are networks within themselves and between every other of their kind."

"What about our kind?"  Gottschalk asked.

Allouez paused and then answered cautiously, "Yes, on some basic, limited levels."

"An alien could eat another creature and as it's eating convert the food creature directly into something like itself, then it could communicate to the new creature what it was thinking.  Wouldn't it be an exact copy of itself then?"

"Yes."

"Or it could make itself into a duplicate of the thing it just ate.  For instance, if I were an alien I could eat Doctor Gottschalk, and convert her cells all into alien cells, but when that was done we could communicate telepathically, like we had one brain and decide that her body would continue to look like Doctor Gottschalk and I would continue to look like me, but she wouldn't be Doctor Gottschalk anymore."

"Is that what happened?"  Gottschalk took up the questions, "Did the alien convert Blair into one of its own kind?"

Allouez smiled, "That is what we understand happened.  It was more than that though, don't you see?  The creature doesn't eat the way you are thinking, and it doesn't lose what was Blair to begin with.  It takes it up.  Blair became so much more than just Blair, but the new Blair was still Blair in some ways."

"The Ship of Theseus paradox?"

"Yes!  In the end you have two ships."

"And then two more," I said, "Until there's nothing but ships."

"No, no.  It's not like that.  The creature wasn't trying to replace the world's population, they thought it was, but that was an assumption Blair made.  They thought the creature wanted to replace them all."

"So you killed the thing."

"Not me, but yes.  It was paranoia, fear of the unknown."

"Fear of loss of individuality."

"Look, when you eat a cow the cow dies, but when the creature consumes another in this way the other doesn't really die.  Don't you think you would appreciate the cow more if you could learn what its life is like and it wouldn't die but join you as a thinking being?"

"But you killed it, the Blair thing and the others as well."

Allouez was quiet.

"You killed every telepathic cell of it; every cell that was a whole unto itself is gone now?"

He said nothing.

"Why was it building that backpack?  It wasn't sharing any technology, was it?  Why do you want to rebuild it?"

"We don't."

"They want to rebuild the starship," Winkle said.  Shit she was right.  The backpack was just a small version of what the starship ran on.  "You need the financial backing and the minds of the university to rebuild the starship."

"But if the alien isn't all dead why can't it build the ship?"  I asked.

"There wasn't enough left, was there?"

"Of course," Gottschalk said, "there were only scattered cells left, not enough to make anything like a sizable brain.  Even if every cell can be a brain cell, you need enough of them to really think."

"You would.  When we've built the ship the stars will be available to us all."

"We?  There is still an alien thing alive, isn't there?"

Allouez smiled again, "'That is not dead than can eternal lie.'  You don't need to become one with the visitor, but wouldn't you like to see the stars?  If still here wouldn't you want the visitor to be able to return home?"

"How would we know we're not being telepathically manipulated?"

"How can we be sure you don't want to replace everybody?"

"One or both of you is the alien thing, aren't you?"  Winkle asked the ultimate question.


"What if all six of us are; what would you do?"  He asked, and smiled.