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Saturday, August 13, 2011
A Home for the Shadows. How the Story Ends.
Hello Troops,
I wrote the Voyager mission "Shadows" several years ago. It has been a favorite of many, especially those who enjoy a good scare. Today, an update on Shadows and an answer to the question; What happened next?
The Voyager crew successfully downloaded the extensive holographic program seconds before the Borg cube reached them. The Voyager's nacelles took two hits from the Borg before the captain and crew managed to coax their salvaged Transwarp core to life. Space ignited around the Starship as it disappeared into a quickly dissipating white cloud of supercharged particles. The Borg cube was not prepared and lost them in the hyperspace jump.
The Voyager reached Earth with several tons of Dilithium Ore. Earth was on a high state of alert. Mad Dog and the Orion Pirates were on the move. Earth was in their cross hairs. The latest reconnaissance suggested a full scale attack was likely in one, perhaps two weeks. Our sources on Alph Centarui reported the resupply of the pirate fleet was nearly complete.
The Voyager crew was extensively debriefed. Command agreed with the Voyager Captain's decision to download the entire holographic civilization found on the alien planet. The program was downloaded from the Voyager's computer to Starfleet Command's mainframe computer located deep underground in the Rocky Mountains of North America. Command's best programmers were assigned to examine the holographic code to find the reason the holograms were 'stopping' (freezing) and make repairs if possible.
Mad Dog attacked as expected. Because of the Voyager's successful mission to find and acquire 4 tons of Grade 4 dilithium, the United Earth Fleet successfully defended the planet over a six month period involving several space battles around Earth. Mad Dog escaped and peace was restored.
Three years later, Starfleet Command kept their word to the Voyager's captain and completed the repair of the holographic community's programming. A new home in New Zealand was found for the program to run without interference. A large antimatter generator powered by dilithium was built for the project.
On February 15, 2314 the community's program was reactivated with great fanfare. Dignitaries from across the Federation attended. At 11:59 A.M. the green valley lay empty except for patches of forest with thick waving grasses and several dozen holographic projectors mounted on towers rising hundreds of feet into the air - all evenly spread over the valley. At 12:00 Noon the program was launched and the holographic projectors initiated.
The valley transformed moments later. A holographic city appeared with tall gleaming buildings inhabited by hundreds of thousands of people / holograms. Each computer generated hologram was patterned after someone who lived thousands of years ago on a planet on the opposite side of the Milky Way. The hundreds watching from the grandstands applauded. This drew the attention of several holographic children playing around a tree in a field outside the city - closest to the humans. One of them stopped and curiously walked toward them. He stopped to pick a holographic flower growing in midst of the valley's grasses.
"Amazing," said one of the spectators. "It's so real. Did you notice how that flower blended in with the native grasses?"
"This was the most complex holographic program we've ever seen," replied one of the programmers who worked to restore the alien code. "Look at the boy's face. Look at the complex colors. Notice how his hair blows naturally in the wind. The programming was amazing,"
"How did you restore the code if it was that advanced?" The Voyager's Captain asked.
Several people gathered closer to the programmer to hear his answer. "We found a self diagnostic sub routine in the holographic code that helped debug the program. That's the only way we could have pulled this off."
The Voyager's Captain, the one who risked his ship and crew to download the program so those long dead could tell the story of who they were and how they lived, walked toward the advancing hologram. He stopped and waited for the boy to close the gap between them. The young hologram, the image of a boy who died in a devastating war fought several millennium ago, stopped two feet in front of him.
The boy smiled and presented the alien flower to the Captain in greeting. The captain reached out and the boy let go. The projection fell through the captain's hand to the ground. The boy laughed. He was programmed to understand the difference between solid and light. He held out his hand. The Captain hesitated. The boy waited patiently.
"He wants you to take his hand," the programmer prodded the Captain.
"But there's nothing to hold on to," the captain questioned.
"Your form captures the sunlight, doesn't it?" the boy asked. The captain thought for a moment and understood what the boy meant. He nodded and reached out to take hold of the artificial light. The image of the boy's hand tingled against his palm and fingers, and together they walked toward the gleaming city in the alien sun.
"Everyone, come watch us work and play," the boy said to the gathering. "We have much to show and tell you."
Friday, August 12, 2011
Friday. Friday. And Still its Friday
Hello Troops,
People entering our school immediately reach for something to steady their balance. The floors glimmer as if supporting a highly reflective layer of ice. Our custodians spent days waxing and polishing our floors. They did an excellent job.
Central School is the best, there is no room for debate or argument. I pity those of you not privileged to spend your elementary years in a school with outstanding teachers, a caring and gifted administrator, a beautiful campus and THE SPACE CENTER :)
I want to publicly thank Emily Paxman, Bracken Funk and Jon Parker for giving up two hours of their time last night working with me on the design and layout of the Voyager's new simulator controls. Sweet is the word some might use to describe them. Sick may be another. Groovy also comes to mind. It all depends on what side of the generational track you come from. Perhaps a homogenized expression would be suitable - Groovily Sweet and monumentally Sick!
Yes?
And now, time to celebrate human imagination. I present today's findings in the Imaginarium.
The perfect gift for the lady in your life. M and M's in a Kit Kat Corral.
Brilliant. This is the mark of true inspiration.
And Winnie the Pooh says, "It was well worth it. Yes it was."
There are days my head spins at people's gullibility regarding the perception of Truth. Truth is more precious than gold and diamonds. Never stop questioning. Take no one's word for it.
Always seek 'truth'.
Never give up, even when disappointed.
And rejoice when it is found.
Just something to celebrate the up coming start of the school year.
Mr. W.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Thursday and a Bit of Quiet.
Hello Troops,
It's very quiet at my desk. The only thing I hear is the rhythmic metallic sound of a tether ball clasp striking its pole in the breeze outside. I've got to be careful not to get use to this. I may get to like it and then where would we be? Normally I've got people circling around me like vultures over fresh road kill. Their squawking is accompanied by the various sounds of three simulators in full operation: explosions, red alerts, music and the voices of 25 children and a dozen staff or so perfectly blended together.
I've answered my emails and taken a few phone calls. I'll be leaving the Center and the Imaginarium in a few minutes, trek down There and Back Again Lane to the station and in a wink be back to the Land of Here and Now.
On my ride to the Imaginarium this morning (notice how empty the public transport is. Not many people are needed when the Space Center isn't operating) I saw Nannie Peeples Ray. Nannie lives at 23 1/2 Littlepuddle Lane in Wonderland. Nannie is the Secretary of Sweet Dreams in the Department of Visions and Hallucinations. She looked exhausted so I didn't disturb her.
Normally Nannie works the Western Hemisphere, but her counter part, Velora Umlauft (eastern hemisphere sweet dreams) called in sick. Nannie took Velora's last two shifts in addition to her own, leaving her exhausted and at times irritable. This irritability manifested itself by a shortage of sweet dreams world wide. Hopefully Velora will be at her desk this evening so Nannie can go home and get some sleep.
Now if the environmentalist would use this as their "Call to Action" I'm sure the response would be overwhelming.
As they say, "There is always another way to skin a cat." I don't know why they say that, or perhaps it is something only said in South Dakota where I come from - where it is always best not to ask about the meat in your taco.
It's very quiet at my desk. The only thing I hear is the rhythmic metallic sound of a tether ball clasp striking its pole in the breeze outside. I've got to be careful not to get use to this. I may get to like it and then where would we be? Normally I've got people circling around me like vultures over fresh road kill. Their squawking is accompanied by the various sounds of three simulators in full operation: explosions, red alerts, music and the voices of 25 children and a dozen staff or so perfectly blended together.
I've answered my emails and taken a few phone calls. I'll be leaving the Center and the Imaginarium in a few minutes, trek down There and Back Again Lane to the station and in a wink be back to the Land of Here and Now.
On my ride to the Imaginarium this morning (notice how empty the public transport is. Not many people are needed when the Space Center isn't operating) I saw Nannie Peeples Ray. Nannie lives at 23 1/2 Littlepuddle Lane in Wonderland. Nannie is the Secretary of Sweet Dreams in the Department of Visions and Hallucinations. She looked exhausted so I didn't disturb her.
Normally Nannie works the Western Hemisphere, but her counter part, Velora Umlauft (eastern hemisphere sweet dreams) called in sick. Nannie took Velora's last two shifts in addition to her own, leaving her exhausted and at times irritable. This irritability manifested itself by a shortage of sweet dreams world wide. Hopefully Velora will be at her desk this evening so Nannie can go home and get some sleep.
Now if the environmentalist would use this as their "Call to Action" I'm sure the response would be overwhelming.
A new take on the traditional Duct Tape. Fantastic imaginations at work.
As they say, "There is always another way to skin a cat." I don't know why they say that, or perhaps it is something only said in South Dakota where I come from - where it is always best not to ask about the meat in your taco.
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