Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Space Elevator Afterword




Space Elevator Afterword
by
Randy Dutton

The Tumbleweed

I’ve recently become involved with the International Space Elevator Consortium’s annual conference www.isec.org and promoted the idea about our group using the space elevator as a background. As for my story’s elevator, I wanted to contribute an design I’ve not yet seen proposed. It may not be practical, but it sure is fun.

I was young when my first collectible was a photo my dad got me, signed by the Mercury-7 – America’s first seven astronauts. Later he got me the autograph of three astronauts visiting his McDonnell Douglas lab, two of whom – Elliot Sea and Charles Bassett – soon afterward, died Feb 28, 1966, when their T-38 crashed into my dad’s building. Needless to say, space-based sci-fi has always interested me, and I’ve gravitated toward and researched various aspects of space exploration, extra-terrestrial mining, and proposed technologies for years. As a retired military commander, I've long anticipated earthlings moving above and beyond. While many believe the risks aren't worth the effort, I see the challenges as part of the adventure.



Space Elevator Afterword

by 
Gail Harkins 
author of

Maid in the Moon

I approached the space elevator story with trepidation. The moon and space exploration aren’t thing I long to experience. Space exploration is a common topic at my house, however, and I grew up fascinated by the Apollo launches and watched, mesmerized, as Neil Armstrong first set foot on the moon.

The concept of the space elevator was something I’d read about in science fiction. It also was a recent topic of conversation that fascinated my husband. He convinced me to write the story – although neither was sure what the story would be. It just needed a space elevator. So, I made this marvelous possibility a rather routine piece of equipment, an aside to the story of the first journalist on the moon.

In Maid in the Moon, the moon is the new frontier – ripe with opportunities. When I created the world in which this story exists, I envisioned a moon resort for wealthy tourists and an active mining community, and then began to consider the other needs of a growing colony. Of course, as a journalist myself, the need for news from the moon seems natural. What would it be like to be the first journalist permanently reporting from the moon? What if there was an accident? What if… Well, you get the idea. “What if…” drives the story. Personally, I think there’s a lot going on that Maddi hasn’t told us.



Space Elevator Afterword
by
Richard Bunning


author of

Grimpoteuthis Rising:

The Elevated Plans of Umbellata 


Thinking like octopoda, it makes some sense to consider that space belongs on the surface of the ocean. Well, it makes sense to me, and for all you know I am an octopus. I’m definitely not a squid though, as I don’t use ink! I’m a modern keyboard using type of guy.


There are no deeply submerged messages in my story, despite the depth at which it started. There’s just the glaringly obvious one. Yes, space elevators will work in some fashion, but a first priority must be to protect the deep seas before we get too carried away into deep space.


The names I chose for my five commandoes were taken from the Latin names for various octopuses and squids. Daft perhaps, but then what names would these creatures give to each other. As I wrote I was thinking of them all communicating in the same language, by a mixture of through liquid noises, and telepathy. Obviously they used the radio, who wouldn’t? Would these different species be able to talk to each other? Well I believe so. After all they all live in the same ocean, and they are all cephalopods. We monkeys can chose to use the same language to communicate. I for an example can probably have a far more meaningful conversation with a chimpanzee than with some obstinate foreign humans. Oh rats! I’ve given away the fact that I’m not a cephalopod. Then of course there are space elevators to be considered. I’ll leave that to those other writers.



Space Elevator Afterword
by
Christene Britton-Jones
author of

To Tamble (Weed)

The Japanese Obayashi Corporation have already started to plan and build the Space Elevator due for completion in 2050. So space travel is destined to become as viable as the Concorde was for the early trans-Atlantic flights. Space is no longer a distant dream of the readers of the Arthur C Clarke’s early science fiction classics ... it is a here now reality within the realms of our next generation.

I wanted to show how it was even within the excited dreams of a teenage girl and her winning a ticket on Ebay that dreams can be real. Proving that by following dreams even into space and against all the odds that fear did produce you can still be at the forefront of creation of not only your own life story but of the newest life even if it is in a different form ... evolution at its finest.

We are all currently an evolution in process raising to life much like that of the dead Tumbleweed rolling across the desert till it finds life giving water for its seemingly dormant seeds. Each day I am continually amazed at the cycle of our lives for there is such beauty and depth in death and dying, as much, if not more so as there is in life and living.



Space Elevator Afterword
by
J. Richard Jacobs
author of

Elevation of Fear

Stories don’t come out of thin air for me. Something has to happen to get me in gear. Like, turn my brain on and remember how to type. I’m sorta like a duck. Every day, when I wake up, I have to learn how to walk all over. Anyway, I wasn’t too sure what I was going to do until …

I think you’re probably aware that the things we plan rarely follow the plan. What we wanted for a result never quite fits what we expected. While I was thinking about writing a story for the Space Elevator anthology, several things went wrong in my normally uneventful little life out here in the geometric center of nowhere. The armpit of infinity. Things over which I had no control and there was absolutely no way to predict them. When I’m low, I like to write. When I'm really happy, I like to write. Come to think of it, I like to write any time, any where and on anything. Paper towels stolen from the public restroom, backs of napkins, the palm of my hand. You get the picture. Problem is, how I’m feeling tends to show up in my writing. I can run, but I can’t hide and write at the same time.

With those recent upsets fresh in my mind, a story began to gel. A story about opportunity turned upside down and moneyed ecologists on the rampage. You understand how it goes. The opportunity of a lifetime arises and you decide, even if reluctantly, to take advantage of it. Suddenly, real life kicks in and throws the whole dream into the sewer. In my story, Phil and Meg Bosworth are made aware of that concept by falling into the middle of one of those demonstrations by a fanatic group. You know what I mean? Well, Phil wound up being impacted more than Meg. I don’t know; there was something about the guy I didn’t like. What I wanted to do was mess up his life to compensate for what took place in mine. Psychologists have a name for that. Who better to do that to than a character in a story? After all, they can’t sue me, hunt me down, shoot me, or cause me any trouble in the real world, can they? They’re part of a fiction, right? Sure. No problem, I thought. I’ll just make this couple miserable and I’ll feel better for it.

I didn’t feel better. I found myself kicking my own mental butt and wanting to expand the story. I wanted to give poor Phil a decent chance and reunite my hapless couple. Sadly, that would take a lot more in the way of words than we were allowed and, besides, I’d already sent it before my desire to fix things for them surfaced. I’ll just have to wait awhile. Then I can save Phil from his fate. In the meantime, I’ll just have to go on feeling guilty over having done that to them. Sigh …




Space Elevator Afterword
by
Harry Alexiou
author of

Retribution

This was an interesting, educational, story to write. I’d never heard of the Space Elevator concept before I began researching the hard facts behind the theory. Currently the possibility is still just that. It is a simple idea when discussed using models but in real life, the challenges are huge. The good news is that technology is moving at such a cracking pace that the obstacles preventing the actual construction are being moved aside quicker than anticipated. The science will one day be in place and the chance of the likes of me and you riding an elevator into space or to the moon will be as common as flying to your favourite holiday destination, albeit a rather expensive trip. The story itself, starts with a fairly mundane character in the form of nerdy Marty Williams. The character of Orville is then brought in to create a sense of mystery. The scene shifts quickly from the cheery nerd to the criminal kidnapper Orville and his isolation out in the desert. His task is simple...At this point one could ask: what has the character got to do with the Space Elevator trip planned by Marty? This, I hope, is what kept you reading and rewarded you with an unexpected ending.




Space Elevator Afterword
by
Ami Hart
author of

Babel Ascension

A few months ago I watched a Louis Theroux documentary about ghost hunters/ exorcists. An idea popped into my head, about an exorcist for hire who specialised in ridding people of an unwelcome and mischievous Alien influence. I shoved it aside. Dismissing it as a moment of madness, to be likened to my strange obsession with launching an Angel into space, via Science fiction.
Then the space elevator opened the way to propel the above inspired characters skywards together, to a place where fireworks might happen.

You may recognise the phrase, Meaningless, all is meaningless. It comes from Ecclesiastes - and refers to the futile emptiness of trying to be happy apart from God, (or without faith in anything) - however you  like to view it. Seth’s just treading water afraid of drowning but afraid to swim. The Character fills his life with empty pursuits. Afraid of feeling and caring because if he does, he risks losing it all over again. He has no faith in others or himself and very little self worth- so treats himself and others accordingly. Perhaps the events in this story will signal the beginning of a life changing experience for Seth. I like to think so.

I enjoyed combining the sacred and the profane in Babel Ascension. Mixing Faith with Science fiction and a spot of irreverence has been fun ... You know what! I might just do it again!




Space Elevator Afterwords
by
author of

After-Life

What I Owe Dante

I have always been fascinated by Dante’ Alighieri and his Divine Comedy.  Heaven, Hell, and Purgatory; were they real places or just fables?  Do they represent three aspects that each of us carry inside of us?  In After-Life I wanted to explore guilt and punishment.

They say that no man is entirely good or entirely evil but that we all have both good and evil inside us, but most of our actions take place in the vast middle ground, that gray area that is neither black nor white.  There are very few Mother Theresas and very few Jack the Rippers.  Most of us are just normal people, neither saints nor sinners.

Tommy Tucker could have been any one of us.  Were there reasons for the way he turned out?  Absolutely!  He suffered abuse, his father ran out on the family and then his mother died.  But many others come from circumstances just as unfortunate and grow up to live exemplary lives, lives of helping others rather than hurting them.

Somewhere we make a choice and that helps shape the next choice and that one helps shape the next choice, and on and on.  It is the choices we make that ultimately determine our fate not the accidental circumstances into which we are born.

When we make the wrong choices, our conscience doesn’t give up easily.  It may create ghosts that haunt us to try to turn us back to a more responsible path.  Or does it?  Maybe the ghosts that haunt us come not from within ourselves but from some cosmic force that tries very hard to maintain a balance. Tommy’s actions tipped the scales and someone or something helped bring things back in balance.