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 (Literature) Trope:
https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/HiddenDepths/Literature
PLUS https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AlienInvasion
Current Event: https://www.tor.com/2020/01/02/the-25-most-anticipated-science-fiction-fantasy-books-of-2020/
Wokie Cooper
stared at her best friend and said, “That’s the best you can do?”
Abas Bashir’s lips
thinned as he looked down at her, “It is not ‘the best I can do’ – because it’s
not fake.”
Wokie laughed and
slugged his shoulder. Unmoved, he continued glaring down at her. She leaned
back and scowled. Finally she said, “So, you think it’s real…”
“I don’t ‘think it’s
real’, it’s a recording of the landing of six alien spacecraft in northern
Minnesota.”
She shook her head,
sighed, and sat down on the lab-stool-at-the-coffee-bar. PC’s – Professor Caffeine’s
– was their favorite spot. Fitted out like a cross between a chemistry lab and
a morgue with a projection of posters from cheesy and not-so-cheesy scifi
movies from the early 21st and late 20th Centuries.
Currently projecting was an exploding White House from the movie “Independence
Day”. She leaned forward, swiped through the 3D projection hovering over his tablet,
laying it out as an old-fashioned computer screen, albeit with a .6 meter
diagonal. She said, “Look closely and tell me what you see.” She pulled up an
image on her own tablet then posted it at a 90 degree angle to to his image. “So,
why do your supposed ‘alien invaders’ spaceships look like this?” https://scifanworld.com/assets/photos/original/64/5e/2c/303-the-invaders-88-1368976996.jpg
“They aren’t space
ships,” he said.
Wokis sniffed, “What
are they, then?”
Abas shook his
head, “With that kind of prejudicial attitude, I might as well not even bother.”
He reached for his tablet.
She put her hand
over his, trying to sound more sincere than irritated. She succeeded as she said,
“All right. I will suspend judgement until you’ve presented your case.”
He pursed his
lips, rolled his eyes, and smiled a bit. “Fine. I know exactly how I sound. I
know I’ve got every hokey scifi media presentation from “The Man From Planet X”
to “Invasion” – you know, the Russian one…”
“You have to see
it with the original Russian soundtrack to really get it, though.”
He gave her a
dirty look. “I’ve got better things to occupy my mind…”
“What? Making up
alien invasion conspiracy th…”
“The ships aren’t
space ships. They’re a sort of…do you remember when we went to that STAR TREK
marathon and the episode called ‘Discovery’ used something called a ‘pattern
enhancer’ for their transporter system?”
She wanted to say
that that was ridiculous, but instead, said, “Yeah, I do!”
“They act as
enhancers for a sort of gate.”
“You mean, like the
TV show STARGATE?”
He gasped, held
his breath and let it out slowly. “The Stargate was a portal that would enable
rapid transportation to other stargates located cosmic distances away. This is
sort of like that. I need to get instrumentation to detect superstrings because
a ‘tame’ superstring is the only object in the universe that could generate the
energy necessary to…”
“…make the jump
from some other planet or galaxy to ours.” She frowned, adding, “How would they
be able to target Earth?”
His eyes grew wide…
Names: ♀
American/Liberian; ♂ American/Somalian
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