Showing posts with label science-fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label science-fiction. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Looks

Time to write!

I'm aware that this will hail to the "Uglies" series by Scott Westerfield but I still want to write this and am convinced that if I continued I could twist it up. 

In a world where everyone is beautiful, no one really is. When everyone looks the same, physical attraction dies away. A world which once prized individuality is lost, and suddenly the idea of arranged marriages is no longer so archaic.

This is the world I live in. My name is Emma Crane. I have black hair that falls to the bottom of my shoulder blades, cut straight across, with bangs that swoop strongly to the left to hide the fluffy hairs that always want to frizz up on my left temple. My eyes are green and what you would call wide-set. I would not call them wide-set, nor would anyone else in Unisity, because all of our eyes are the same distance apart. My mother's eyes are also green. So are my sister's. Same as the eyes of all my female classmates. And their mothers and sisters. My nose, like everyone else's, is mostly straight but turns up just slightly at the end to appear "perky", and my cheeckbones are high and naturally pink.

I take no pride in my thin physique caused by my naturally high metabolism, and I find no joy in what would be considered "perfect" proportions, because here, "perfect" is simply status quo. In the entire city, there is a weight range of ten pounds and a height range of five inches.

When Unisity's scientists first began doing their genetic engineering experiments on willing participants, outsiders called them mad scientists or unethical cloners. But we are not clones. We are merely all created to look like one another, to form a society of perfect beauty.

I want to write about how the concept of "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" is no longer relevant, and about Emma's finace and about the plot but I'm too tired to write anymore now. I like the idea we have going here though. 

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Jupitress

Time to write!
Your main character must be from another planet.

Citizens from Earth are funny creatures. They have these far-fetched concepts of what constitutes a "person" and what elements are necessary to sustain a living being. Furthermore, the idea of beings on other planets completely terrifies them. Where I come from, we are more than aware of those inhabiting the other planets in our solar system, and generally we do not fear them.

Where you come from I trust you would believe life in Jupiter to be impossible. The construction of the planet is undoubtedly not what scientists from Earth would call "solid" or "livable". To you, the idea of anyone living on a planet made of gas might seem ridiculous.

Keep in mind though that everything which you call solid is still mostly empty space. "Gas" is just even more excited molecules, with even more empty space. That's what we're made of on Jupiter. I can stand on what to Earth dwellers deem merely "air" and I can walk straight through what they would swear is impenetrable.

Despite the advantages of the Jupitrans over Earthlets, we are by no means the most powerful creatures in the universe. We have our own kinds of terrors and monsters, the likes of which dwell only in your science-fiction, or in the dreams you are glad you cannot remember when you wake up. Living in this galaxy with an absolute awareness of everything that is out there is no easy burden to bear, but it gives us so much the advantage to defending the peace-loving species here from those of a more malignant strand. This is why in the year 921 the elders from all of the Aeralien Ginorms - what human astronomers would commonly call the Gas Giants - met in counsel and formed the Aeralien Alliance and Task Force, a sector of which is the InterSpecies Militia.

My father served in the InterSpecies Militia from the time he was eligible until the time of his death, for almost 356 years. This may seem like a very long time to some species, but my father was only 45 when he was killed in conflict, leaving me an orphan, alone on the military base.

I really want to continue this, but it's late. I want feedback. :) This is my first ever attempt at anything even vaguely science-fiction, so be understanding.