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Each Tuesday, rather than a POSSIBLY
IRRITATING ESSAY, I'd like to both challenge you and lend a helping hand. I
generate more speculative and teen story ideas than I can ever use. My family
rolls its collective eyes when I say, "Hang on a second! I just have to
write down this idea..." Here, I'll include the initial inspiration
(quote, website, podcast, etc) and then a thought or two that came to mind.
These will simply be seeds -- plant, nurture, fertilize, chemically treat,
irradiate, test or stress them as you see fit. I only ask if you let me know if
anything comes of them.
SF Trope: Aura
Vision – The ability to perceive normally invisible Life Energy of others,
often colour-coded for good/evil, emotions, amount of life, Power Level, etc.
This can be presented as Functional Magic, Psychic Powers, related to
spirituality, a biological gift, or
even technological.
Current Event:
(From my writer-niece’s blog: “This is because red was suddenly born in
little jagged bursts along the horizon. Perhaps this is only something you can
understand after months of upper Midwestern winter. The desaturated palettes of
chickadee and snow shadow have a way of changing the mode of sight. Color might
exist, but it is lost to us for a time. In March, first thaw we begin to
retrain the eye. Light comes in bursts, gives way to miles of camel
colored grass, bursts of red– barn, flag, brick. The braided intestines of road
kill bloom in an eagle’s beak. There is still no green save for pine boughs
dulled to rosemary gray.” https://lettersfromchurchofthetoastedcoconutdoughnut.wordpress.com/
)
Eyvindur Mjöll
pursed his lips and looked down at the handheld scanner in his hand. “I can’t
make this do what I want...”
Pich Dara Sophana,
leaned over the scanner and shook her head. He couldn’t see it as both of them
wore surface suits. “It’s impossible because it’s so cold out.”
“I calibrated it
for that,” he said. “Besides, it’s supposed to be warm enough now.”
“Original Humans
were homeotherms – they’re going to still be.”
“We’re broad-spectrum
eurytherms. But if I point the scanner at you,” he did. “Your aura is
peculiar.”
Pich Dara sniffed.
“Your aura is always peculiar. But I don’t blame your temperature regulation on
that. You’re just weird.”
“Takes one to know
one,” Eyvindur said. She started to speak, but he cut her off, “This isn’t
about auras, anyway. I’m trying to find a way we can screen the people that are
evolving on the surface to see if they can be reintroduced to the gene pool.”
“We don’t want to
pollute the pool, either! It’s small enough as it is.”
Eyvindur headed up
a trail that had been worn into the dusty surface. Since Earth had frozen
nearly solid after the climate had gone into wild gyrations under pressure of
Humans, the Sun, and geologic cycles. The evacuation to Mars – even using the
massive instantaneous matter transmission gates that gave anyone a chance to
move to the tiny, rusty, cold world of HG Wells’ imagination –was traumatic and
over two billion stayed behind to take their chances on an planet attempting to
find a balance again.
But Humanity
changed. Something happened to both populations. There was talk that Humans had
split into two new species...
Names: ♀ Khmer;
♂ Iceland
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