The Blue Sky Tag

I had a little surprise the other day when Tina of Writteningeek nominated me for the Blue Sky Tag. Thank you for this Tina, it was a real joy to get this from you and to fill in all the questions. I love getting tags and that kind of thing

This is the updated version of the post – the answers to my questions were lost last rime around! grrr…


 

The rules:

  1. Thank the person who nominated you.
  2. Answer the 11 questions.
  3. Tag 11 people.
  4. Give your nominees 11 questions to answer.

 

Here are my answers to the questions:

  • What frightens you the most?

I think the future does – but you know spiders are pretty scary!

  • Coffee or tea? (I am not addicted to coffee, I just have a VERY strong appreciation for the bean.  😉  ).

Tea every time, all kinds and tastes, even some fruity ones 🙂

  • Have you ever traveled outside your country?

I have been to Sweden a few times and France once for work – not a holiday but hey!

  • Would you survive a zombie apocalypse?

Who knows? I would like to think I would and I would use brains rather than brawn to do it – I think there would be more risk from other humans trying to survive.

  • Name one thing on your bucket list.

To start living.

  • What’s the thing that you are most proud of?

Not sure really, either than means I’m not proud or not much has made me proud yet… Hmmm. I’ll let you know on that one!

  • Would you ever travel to outer space?

Sure I would – what an adventure!

  • Are you a morning person or a night owl?

I have to be a bit of both these days…

  • If you could have a superpower/mutant ability, what would it be?

I wouldn’t – I want to be Iron Man 🙂

  • Do you have a phobia?

Spiders.

  • Do you use a lot of social media or do you just have your blog (and maybe one other account, such as Facebook).

I do use a fair bit of social media, I have Facebook, but I’m rarely on it, I also use Pinterest, SumbleUpon and Twitter 🙂

 


Now I’ve got my 11 miscreant’s otherwise known as nominee’s:

fabulouswithglitches

heroicallybadwriters

todaysdose

rachaelritchey

itsgoodtobecrazysometimes

theanonymouswritersnotebook

bubblesandbeebots

outanabout.com

pouringmyartout

erikakind

beff88

 

Here are  the 11 questions for my nominees:

  1. When you see blue skies and a sunny day what do you want to do most?
  2. What’s the most ‘blue skies’ thought you’ve ever had?
  3. What’s your favourite season and why?
  4. Has there been a moment in your life that stands out above anything? What was it?
  5. What do you love most about blogging?
  6. What do you think could make blogging better?
  7. What’s your favourite TV series?
  8. What’s your favourite film?
  9. What was the last piece of music you bought?
  10. Apple or Android?
  11. What was the last thing you did that you thought you wouldn’t like but were surprised you did?

There’s no pressure to take part – I hope you all do though!

All my nominee’s are great bloggies – make sure you have a look at what they’re up to and click their follow buttons!

Simon 🙂

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Why Sci-Fi?

Have a look at the first contributor post on my Scifi and Fantasy hub. The door is open for more contributors to help give this project substance and readers to make it work!

Simon 🙂

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First off, I want to thank Simon Farnell for allowing me to be a contributor here on Universe of Possibilities. If you’re interested in learning more about this awesome new Sci-Fi hub, and perhaps finding out how to become a contributor yourself, click here.

I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do for my first post on this site, but I thought it might be a good idea to talk a little about why I got into science fiction in the first place. After all, there are certain stereotypes about Sci-Fi nerds like me. Some people call science fiction “escapism,” or they call it “childish.” And I don’t know… maybe they’re right.

When I was growing up, if I behaved, I’d get to stay up past my bedtime to watch Star Trek with my Dad. My bedtime was 9. Star Trek: The Next Generation came on at 10, which…

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Murphy’s Law – Getting it wrong

Murphy’s law of probability or sod’s law is summarised by the saying “Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.” This is a new little series intended to be a numerous and light hearted look at the world of cock up. More often than anything it’s the small things in life that stress us out, I know this is the case with me. This is a kind of reverse psychology look at the fact that when things go wrong – it ain’t that bad really.
Situation:

It doesn’t matter what the job or the detail is, but let’s just say something needs to be cut or adjusted to fit something else. You take the measurements and measure 172cm. You take this and measure out on whatever it is you’re cutting.

After the cut you present the it and – shit! It’s cut too small! G=How can this be. Measuring it again, you cut 127cm!

You scream. Murphy’s Law has struck. Again.

In this case the agent of Murphy is expert and swapping thing round in your head and making it sound right. This causes all kinds of chaos.

What’s you view on Murphy’s Law? How has it struck you in the past… I hope you my fellow bloggies enjoy this little featurette.

Simon 🙂

The Eternity Sequence – Kelsey Stone

Say hello to fellow Sci Fi writer Kelsey Stone. I started talking to her when she called out for people to contribute short stories to her blog. I submitted Eternal Darkness short piece which  I can remember cause a little stir. Most of you wanting the story to continue.

I wanted to return the favour, so Kelsey wrote something especially for this post, and just like my short piece I think this needs to be carried on. Read more about Kelsey and how to follow / contact her at the end of the post.

You’ll want to sit back read this… it’s good one!


 

The Eternity Sequence

The wormhole collapsed unexpectedly. It wasn’t without warning, but like all bureaucratically maintained forms of transport, the warning signs had been overlooked until disaster struck. There had been three ships in transit, and over 2,500 people died. We assume they died, at least. No one knows what happens when a wormhole collapses. Human scientists maintain that the radiation created in a destabilized wormhole would kill instantly. The Cryad scientists insist that the ships would be thrown to a random location in space, forever exiled. I’m not sure which is worse.

Perhaps it is those of us trying to navigate the aftermath who will suffer the most. My prison cell does not consist of bars and brick, but of glass and steel. I lean my head against a wall, allowing the chilliness of the metal to seep into me. Ravia, the Cryad planet, is a hot, humid swamp, much like Earth was said to be during the Carboniferous Period. Sweat trickles down my back, and my clothes cling to my body.

Nare enters, and my stomach plummets. He indicates my cot with one smooth finger. Cryads only have three fingers on each hand, each incredibly long and slightly webbed at the base. I stare at the sharp curve of the claws at the end. Pain simmers along the cuts that run down my arm. Yesterday I fought him. Today I settle onto the cot, my heart in my throat.

Those three fingers turn palm up in a gallant gesture. I can’t breathe. Shakily, I place my arm in his hand. His skin is a deep purple, like the eggplants my mother loved to grow. This is the worst part. He places a sticky square patch on the inside of my elbow, over one of my veins. Two thin tubes dangle from the patch, and he plugs those into the small box he wheeled in when he entered. One of his purple fingers hovers over a button on the box. No, no, no.

He presses the button and pain surges through me, setting me on fire, eating at me. The small cell swirls, a tornado of implacable gray. My eyes roll back and my body trembles.

“Please.” My voice sounds strangled.

I feel Nare’s cool skin against mine as he pulls me into him. He cradles me as a lover might, but it is not me he lusts after.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says. The words sound thick, his mouth poorly made for English.

I want to tell him to go to hell. The words are stuck in my throat. A scream half forms, but my agony overwhelms it, and my head falls back against his arm. He traces a caress over my face, a gesture meant to soothe, but it grates on my already haywire nerves and pain echoes from his touch.

Five hundred years ago, when the Cryads created the wormhole and jumped into our system, life changed drastically. We formed a quick friendship with the aliens, eager to glean their knowledge and technological advances. It wasn’t long before a team of scientists discovered what they called the Eternity Sequence. Inside the human genome lays the secret to Cryad longevity. That is why he needs my blood.

The device I’m hooked to pumps a chemical into my system that causes the rapid production of blood cells. It’s the chemical that burns through me in excruciating waves.
When at last the box clicks off, I am nearly delirious. Images circle in my mind,  fragmented and disjointed. My daughter with her blonde hair. I can hear the sweet notes of her laughter. The strong, soft touch of my husband’s lips. The moon, full and intoxicating, on a summer’s eve.

A sob breaks loose, and I pull myself into a ball, hiding my tears against my knees. Nare runs his long fingers through my hair. He likes the feel of it and his claws tangle in my curls.

“I have good news.” He drops the g and d on good, and it takes me a moment to figure out what he said.

I look up at him, hopeful that he will tell me they have found a way to create a new wormhole. He doesn’t have eyes. Instead, he navigates the world through sound, touch, and smell. My gaze settles on the sharp ridges of teeth in his mouth.

“You will not have your blood drawn for a while.”

“Did you find a way to create a new wormhole to Earth?”

I was only supposed to be here for six months, as part of my mandatory duty to the United Nations. Each citizen made the journey once in their life and spent half a year on Ravia. Blood was drawn slowly over that time, without the need for the hellish stimulating chemical. Not any longer.

“No,” he says, and his fingers inadvertently pull at my hair. “You have been selected for breeding.”

My mind rejects the crude form of his words, refusing at first to make sense of their muddled pronunciation. Eventually, though, the missing consonants click into place and my body turns icy. Behind Nare, the door opens, and another Cryad enters with a man in tow. He is tall and rough, with wild eyes and a shadow creeping across his face. There is fear in his gaze at first, and then hunger, and I realize that this is not a prison. This is hell.

 


 

kelseystone

Kelsey Stone , also known as @scifistone on Twitter and Instagram, is an aspiring author and current Master’s of Fine Arts in Fiction candidate. Her latest project, a science fiction book titled Sabiak’s Creed, is currently being reviewed by several agents.
Check out what she has to say about writing and peruse her short stories on her website,
www.tibetanlemon.com or connect with her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/scifistone

 

 

 


 

I hope you enjoyed this – go and see what else Kelsey is up to!

Simon 🙂

 

 

Scifi Moments – When Machines Die

Science fiction films being what they are can give unique personalities to machines of different kinds, be they computers, robots or spacecraft. The moments when these machines are killed off are moments of sadness. These are some of the most memorable sad moments from science fiction movies. If you can think of others that are more memorable then let me know!

 

2001 A Space Odyssey- Hal

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Hal was the killer computer from 2001, highly intelligent and able to run the entire discovery spacecraft by himself. HAL mysteriously malfunctioned, killing a crewman Frank to get Commander Dave Bowman out of the spacecraft so he could kill those hibernating by evacuating the atmosphere from it.

Dave manged to get back to the Discovery and shut him down. Despite his calm and maniacal voice, you can’t help but feel for HAL as he is gradually deactivated.

 

 

Terminator 2

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Time, time travel and paradoxes always seem to cause problems and put many heroes to a sticky end. This is very well demonstrated in Terminator 2 when Arnie’s character after having been nearly smashed to pieces allows himself to be lowered into molten steel in order to destroy all trace of Skynet’s Terminator technology to stop Skynet’s creation in the first place.

As Kryten once said: “Today’s been a bit of a bummer really!”

Shame it didn’t work.

 

 

 

The Black Hole – BOB

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BOB was the bashed up little droid from the Black Hole, with a southern accent he brought out the love of the underdog in the audience. His memory banks clocked their last cycles after he crossed the formidable Maximilian. His buddy Vincent had to say a sad goodbye to BOB after the fight with the spacecraft disintegrating around them.

 

 

The Starship Enterprise

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After the death of Admiral Kirk’s son, Kirk had to surrender the Enterprise to his Kingon enemy. But not before he set the ship to self destruct. This created a scene that audiences were nothing less than stunned at.

 

 

Drone 3 (Luis) from Silent Running

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A little known (I nearly forgot this film too) called silent running saw a crew member defy orders to destroy the lifedomes they were carrying, kill his fellow crew members and go rogue and silent in order to protect the life in the dome that he loved.

In this were three drones, 1, 2 and 3 later renamed to Huey, Dewey and Louie. Louie came to an unexpected end while outside the spacecraft and his foot got stuck.I couldn’t find anything on YouTube on this scene. But this is a very different SciFi flick, it’s a mix of beauty, death and sadness with an ending you don’t expect.

 


 

I hope you liked this, I’m planning on making more SciFi film moments as there are so many. Any suggestions welcome.

Simon 🙂