IDEA ON TUESDAY 695

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. Regarding horror, I found this insight in line with WIRED FOR STORY: “ We seek out…stories which give us a place to put our fears…Stories that frighten us or unsettle us - not just horror stories, but ones that make us uncomfortable or that strike a chord somewhere deep inside - give us the means to explore the things that scare us…” – Lou Morgan (The Guardian)

H Trope: Abduction = Love; a stranger kidnaps a total stranger and never lets them go.
Event: http://www.cbc.ca/news/world/story/2013/05/08/cleveland-missing-women-berry-dejesus-knight-castro.html

They’d been locked in the basement for longer than either of them could remember. The windows – Natasha Reno-Pardo assumed that the boarded up, black painted rectangles near the ceiling of the basement were once windows – were impossible to open.

The permanent stairs had been removed and replaced by a heavy, steel drop-down stairs. Rudyard Bernal, her fellow captor had worked at getting those to drop from the ceiling for a whole week. He’d tried to pry them from the ceiling seven times after they woke up. The eighth time, he’d gotten a shock so bad his hands were burned. Not enough to blister the skin, but very painful.

Light came from two fluorescents set behind thick plastic. They never went out. Food and water came in bags dropped from a hole in the ceiling whenever they were both asleep.

They were trapped.

In the dim silence, not long after both of them were awake, Rudyard said, “I think we’ve been here a month.” Then he burst out crying. Natasha looked up at the ceiling and into the corners. They knew they were being watched all the time. Once, when they’d tried to sleep together on the same pile of blankets as far from the bathroom hole as they could get, Rudyard had gotten very excited. Natasha was willing. Snakes had suddenly dropped down from the ceiling hole and the lights had gotten super bright.

They’d spent an hour sweeping the things into the hole. They’d spent most of the time fighting the rattlesnake. Neither one of them had been bitten, but they threw the blanket covered in snake guts in another corner after stomping it to death.

This day was different. Natasha stepped over the immense red door in the center of the basement floor and sat down next to Rudyard. At first he flinched and looked up at the feeding hole and muttered, “No. What are they gonna throw at us next?”

Natasha said, “We’re not doing anything.”

He leaned against her, cried a while longer and finally rested against her.

As if to curse their closeness a grinding sound came from the drag-down stairs. Real light leaked from a narrow crack that gradually widened, letting in more and more real light. When the stairs were half uncovered, they began to come down from the ceiling, making a sound like a descending castle drawbridge.

It thudded to the floor.

A shiny, black leather boot with a neatly cuffed pant leg dropped down on the top step…

Names: ♀ Russia, Mexico ; ♂ English, Mexico
Image: https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/51niGRrH6DL.jpg

MINING THE ASTEROIDS Part 36: Blades From The Stars! (Humans Have Been Mining the Asteroids Since ROMAN Times. Why Stop Now?)

Initially, I started this series because of the 2021 World Science Fiction Convention, DisCON which I WOULD have been attending in person if I felt safe enough to do so in person AND it hadn’t been changed to the week before the Christmas Holidays…HOWEVER, as time passed, I knew that this was a subject I was going to explore because it interests me…

While it seems inevitable that we will eventually mine asteroids for a planet hungry for metals, there’s a very real future in which Humans deplete the metals available for use in our…stuff…before we ever reach the point of realistic mining of the rocky balls orbiting or skimming near our habitable planet. Some would “harrumph” grumpily and say, “That’s ridiculous! There’s plenty of metals still left on Earth! We just have to dig a little deeper! Besides, Humanity has done just fine without using metal from stupid asteroids!”

However, there are others who point out, “It doesn’t require an economist to explain that there are some problems with the assumption metals on Earth are in infinite supply. Is it possible that we could totally exhaust some of the mineral and metal resources that are fundamental to the infrastructure and lifestyles of the 21st century, whether it be gold, iron, rhenium, or selenium?” Well, depending on who you talk to, “By some estimates – which remain controversial – our voracious consumption of some metals could mean the supply will run out within 50 years or less.”

So, while some fervently believe with their eyes wide shut that mining the asteroids is a pipe dream at best – and a massive waste of resources that could be directed to feeding the poor at worst – there are reasons that we might endeavor to not “reach for the stars”, but reach for a viable future for ALL Humans on Earth; others think it is essential that we start sooner rather than later. You’d have to count me in the camp of those who think it is essential to Civilization-As-We-Understand-It…

Of course, not ALL people live the lifestyle much of the Western World lives. Vast swaths of Humanity live in poverty, while the other portion of us live in wealth of varying degrees. (In order to give myself a wider-reading on The World, I get my news from our local NBC affiliate; BBC; and (I know, this is practically heresy) Al Jazeera. A current article states baldly: “In 2025, the richest 10 percent of the world received 53 percent of global income, the middle 40 percent received 38 percent, and the bottom 50 percent earned just 8 percent.” Read the rest of the article. It’s well-written and clearly illuminates a very perplexing issue. Don’t be afraid of being “tainted” by an unusual world-view! I’m still a middle-of-the-political-spectrum kind of person: as a PUBLIC SCHOOL teacher, my politics skew left. As a deeply religious person, my politics skew right. Our daughter classifies us as “moderate right”…

Anyway – a bigger issue that will drive my future reflections is that fact that, at THIS point, wealth seems headed to being the SOLE domain of countries CURRENTLY with resources – cash, minerals, exportable materials – enough to field a space program: the United States; Russia; India; Japan; the UK (France; Germany; Italy); Canada; Australia; Brazil; Israel; South Korea; UAE; Kazakhstan; Iran; South Africa; Turkey; Thailand; Peru; and Saudi Arabia.

So, my question: will space eventually “belong” to the wealthy countries, which stand to get even WEALTHIER and leave the rest of the world behind? What about Afghanistan; Albania; Algeria; Andorra; Angola; Antigua and Barbuda; Argentina; Armenia; Austria; Azerbaijan; Baden; Bahamas; Bahrain; Bangladesh; Barbados; Brunei Darussalam; Belarus; Belgium; Belize; Benin; Bolivia; Bosnia and Herzegovina; Botswana; Brazil; Brunei; Brunswick and Lüneburg; Bulgaria; Burkina Faso; Burma; Burundi; Cabo Verde; Cambodia; Cameroon; Cayman Islands; Central African Republic; Chad; Chile; Colombia; Comoros; Congo Free State; Cook Islands; Costa Rica; Ivory Coast; Croatia; Cuba; Cyprus; Czechia; Democratic Republic of the Congo; Denmark; Djibouti; Dominica; Dominican Republic; Duchy of Parma; Ecuador; Egypt; El Salvador; Equatorial Guinea; Eritrea; Estonia; Eswatini; Ethiopia; Finland; Gabon; Gambia; Georgia; Ghana; Greece; Grenada; Guatemala; Guinea; Guinea-Bissau; Guyana; The Vatican (Holy See); Honduras; Iceland; Iraq; Ireland; Jamaica; Jordan; Kenya; Kiribati; Kosovo; Kuwait; Kyrgyzstan; Laos; Latvia; Lebanon; Lesotho; Liberia; Libya; Liechtenstein; Lithuania; Luxembourg; Libya; Madagascar; Malawi; Malaysia; Maldives; Mali ; Malta; Marshall Islands; Mauritania; Mauritius; Mexico; Micronesia; Monaco; Mongolia; Morocco; Mozambique; Myanmar; Namibia; Nauru; Nepal; Netherlands; New Zealand; Nicaragua; Niger; Nigeria; North Macedonia; Norway; Pakistan; Palau; Panama; Papua New Guinea; Paraguay; Philippines; Poland; Portugal; Qatar; Moldova; Romania; Rwanda; Saint Kitts And Nevis; Saint Lucia; Saint Vincent And The Grenadines; Samoa; San Marino; Sao Tome And Principe; Saudi Arabia; Senegal; Serbia Belgrade; Seychelles; Sierra Leone; Singapore; Slovakia; Slovenia; Solomon Islands; Somalia; South Sudan; Spain; Sri Lanka; Sudan; Suriname; Sweden; Switzerland; Syria; Tajikistan; Timor-Leste; Togo; Tonga; Trinidad and Tobago; Tunisia; Turkmenistan; Tuvalu; Uganda; Ukraine; Tanzania; Uruguay; Uzbekistan; Vanuatu; Venezuela; Viet Nam; Yemen; Zambia; or Zimbabwe?

Seems to me the obvious response would be for all of these smaller countries to band together and stake their own plots in space and set about unseating the current Rulers of Near Space…Stranger things have happened. Perhaps a brief perusal of history would be appropriate – what other small countries staked places in bigger places?

Today’s Source: https://endura-steel.com/star-forged-steel-the-history-of-swords-made-from-meteorites/ ; http://www.vikingsword.com/vb/showthread.php?t=23455; https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tutankhamun%27s_meteoric_iron_dagger ; https://minikatana.com/blogs/main/meteorite-sword-an-extraterrestrial-materials-journey-into-a-blade#:~:text=As%20the%20earth%20orbits%20around,blade%20made%20from%20this%20material. ; https://www.iflscience.com/what-minerals-and-metals-might-humans-deplete-on-earth-70262 ; https://www.aljazeera.com/news/2025/12/10/where-in-the-world-are-wealth-and-income-most-unequal#:~:text=In%202025%2C%20the%20wealthiest%2010,percent%20earned%20just%208%20percent.
Foundational Resource: (A general Wikipedia post detailing what the authors currently know about asteroid mining: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asteroid_mining)
Noted Resources: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_asteroid_close_approaches_to_Earth, https://www.pharostribune.com/news/local_news/article_7fcd3ea5-3c14-533f-a8d5-9bf629922f34.html, https://www.fool.com/investing/2022/04/29/like-asteroid-mining-be-careful-what-you-wish-for/, https://www.nps.gov/wrbr/learn/historyculture/theroadtothefirstflight.htm, https://hackaday.com/2019/03/27/extraterrestrial-excavation-digging-holes-on-other-worlds/, https://www.planetary.org/space-missions/every-small-worlds-mission
Interesting Stuff That Might Apply To Mining Asteroids: https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cgej7gzg8l0o 

Image: https://ichef.bbci.co.uk/news/976/cpsprodpb/A2D5/production/_114558614_hls-eva-apr2020.jpg

IDEAS ON TUESDAY 694

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? Regarding Fantasy, this insight was startling: “I see the fantasy genre as an ever-shifting metaphor for life in this world, an innocuous medium that allows the author to examine difficult, even controversial, subjects with impunity. Honor, religion, politics, nobility, integrity, greed—we’ve an endless list of ideals to be dissected and explored. And maybe learned from.” – Melissa McPhail.

Fantasy Trope: AI taking over everything!
Current Event: “Nonsense paper written by iOS autocomplete accepted for conference”
Fascinating Quote: “The atoms of a better universe will have the right for the same as you…”

“In possibly the best story ever, Christoph Bartneck, associate professor at University of Canterbury and ultimate troll submitted a paper to an international physics conference written by the iOS autocomplete function…He submitted it under a fake identity aware that none of it made sense. Didn’t matter though – still got accepted.”
Some Quotes?

“Nuclear weapons will not have to come out the same day after a long time of the year…”
“The atoms of a better universe will have the right for the same as you are the way we shall have to be a great place for a great time to enjoy the day you are a wonderful person…”
“Physics are great but the way it does it makes you want a good book..”
“Power is not a great place for a good time.”

Standing in the back yard, Kumar Manish said, “Physics is just a 21st Century way to explain magic.”

Durga Jyoti shook her head, “Backwards, numbskull!” She smiled as she used her favorite extinct Americanism. “It’s from some old scifi author* who wrote, “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.”

“Same thing,” he said, brushing away her comment. “One of the greatest physicists of the 21st Century started out with a ridiculous statement thinking he was getting away with tricking a bunch of creaky old physicists by playing on his gravity. When he got up to read his paper…” The look on his face abruptly froze.

Durga frowned then said, “What are you doing?” Kumar didn’t budge. After a moment, she realized he wasn’t even breathing, yet he still stood in front of her, mouth open, eyes unblinking. “Kumar?” She waved her hand in front of his face. He still didn’t blink. A moment later, the air around him began to sparkle an the faint sound of high-pitched laughter swelled around. Even as she watched, Kumar was surrounded by dancing lights that, when she squinted, looked weirdly like villa…fairies…

Names: ♀Bosnian ; ♂ Nepali * Arthur C. Clarke: 1962 “Profiles of the Future: An Inquiry into the Limits of the Possible.”

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WRITING ADVICE: Short Stories – Advice and Observation #35A: Chinua Achebe “& Me”

In this feature, I’ll be looking at “advice” for writing short stories – not from me, but from other short story writers. In speculative fiction, “short” has very carefully delineated categories: “short story is under 7,500 words.” I’m going to use advice from people who, in addition to writing novels, have also spent plenty of time “interning” with short stories. While most of them are speculative fiction writers, I’ll also be looking at plain, old, effective short story writers. The advice will be in the form of one or several quotes off of which I’ll jump and connect it with my own writing experience. While I don’t write full-time, nor do I make enough money with my writing to live off of it...neither do most of the professional writers...someone pays for and publishes ten percent of what I write. When I started this blog, that was NOT true, so I may have reached a point where my own advice is reasonably good. We shall see as I work to increase my writing output and sales! As always, your comments are welcome!

Without further ado, short story observations by Chinua Achebe– with a few from myself… Link: https://www.writerswrite.co.za/7-bits-of-writing-advice-from-chinua-achebe/?fbclid=IwY2xjawOG_ERleHRuA2FlbQIxMQBzcnRjBmFwcF9pZBAyMjIwMzkxNzg4MjAwODkyCGNhbGxzaXRlAjMwAAEe6a8Kjw0ebIZ4lVoKz6E0fL-eJGoFJikgGuqEmV4TDmUQJ0-cXElEf87HRws_aem_7AJhyKgyiFAQg0oKPot4_A

Let me set the stage: It’s 1982. I was a freshly graduated from college with a teaching degree in science (I was licensed to teach grades 6-10 (Biology). But I graduated during the years that men and women STARTED their teaching careers…

The ones who’d made it all the way were only just beginning to consider retirement. In those days, the longer they held on, the larger their retirement pension checks would be (they retired based on their “career high” paycheck; the longer they stayed the bigger the check.) They WEREN’T retiring and all I could do was be a substitute teacher…IN ADDITION, I’d been a Christian for only nine years. God called and I answered and joined a band that was called to serve the church in Nigeria, Cameroon, and Liberia. Our first stop was Lagos, Nigeria at Christmas 1983. Prior to our arrival: “August 1983, Shagari [was] returned to power in a landslide victory [but] the elections were marred by violence, vote-rigging, electoral malfeasance [leading] to legal battles over the results, uncertainties…that political leaders may be unable to govern properly [In December, shortly after our arrival in Lagos] a military coup d'état was coordinated by key officers of the Nigerian military and led to the overthrow of the government and the installation of Major General Muhammadu Buhari as head of state.” (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nigeria)

The country shut down. For several days, we couldn’t get anywhere. By then, Chinua Achebe “was a Nigerian novelist, poet, and critic who is regarded as a central figure of modern African literature. His first novel and magnum opus, Things Fall Apart (1958), occupies a pivotal place in African literature and remains the most widely studied, translated, and read African novel. Along with Things Fall Apart, his No Longer at Ease (1960) and Arrow of God (1964) complete the "African Trilogy". Later novels include A Man of the People (1966) [once the political situation in Nigeria had settled] his novel “Anthills of the Savannah” (1987). Achebe is often referred to as the "father of modern African literature", although he vigorously rejected the characterization. Achebe's childhood was influenced by both Igbo traditional culture and colonial Christianity.”

While I just checked out ANTHILLS OF THE SAVANNAH today, I DID read THINGS FALL APART and I am currently re-reading it. As it’s a novel, it won’t really be part of this essay. Published in 1958, one reviewer noted that THINGS FALL APART “creates for the reader such a vivid picture of Igbo life that the plot and characters are little more than symbols representing a way of life lost irrevocably within living memory." It happened that the Igbo people had embraced the Lutheran church when the first missionaries arrived, so we spent a substantial amount of time among them. I didn’t learn about Chinua Achebe until I got back to the US, but I picked up a copy and read it. While I was certainly an outsider, I have to admit that when we arrived in Nigeria, things had started to change from from what an earlier group from our sending organization that had arrived several years earlier. The infrastructure that abundant oil had built had started to fall apart as the world experienced a glut of oil and prices had dropped. Often times, buildings stood that were only half-finished.

“Achebe was awarded the Man Booker International Prize in June 2007. The judging panel included American critic Elaine Showalter, who said he "illuminated the path for writers around the world seeking new words and forms for new realities and societies.”

We learned the Igbo people with great joy picking up several of their worship songs that would illuminate Achebe’s novel. While we were in fact, “missionaries”, our mission had nothing to do with “converting Africans” – we were there to serve the local church. Invited by the Igbo church in several towns and villages, we arrived and followed their lead. Often it was simply singing – and then on a couple of occasions, we learned their songs, carrying them back with us to the US.

Decades later, I experienced a meeting with a student that became a TRULY memorable occasion. As a science teacher, I met a student who had come from Nigeria and was Igbo. I told him I’d been there and had learned one of the songs they sang in church.

He told me to sing it! I did, he was amazed – and went home to tell his parents. Graduation was a few months later, and after the ceremony, he ran up to me, followed by a “mob” of people. His parents stepped up and told me that he’d told them I’d learned a song in Igbo – and asked me to sing it. There. In front of the school. On graduation night.

Incredibly embarrassed (no one at the school knew I could sing fairly well!), and (I’m sure) furiously blushing, I started to sing (in a VERY subdued voice!), “Chineke Idimma (Igbo song, meaning, “God you are good.”) The family went CRAZY with delight!

ALL of that to frame the SHORT work of Chinua Echebe. I’ll use one of them to look at my…possibly irritating reflections.

"The Sacrificial Egg" is a poignant short story about Julius Obi, a Western-educated Igbo clerk in colonial Nigeria, who embodies the clash between traditional Igbo beliefs and modern, colonial ways, as he tragically steps on a hidden sacrificial egg, inadvertently taking on a sufferer's misfortune (Kitikpa, smallpox) and realizing the enduring power of his culture even as his world crumbles around him. The story uses vivid imagery, like the mysterious night spirits and the fateful egg, to show how modernization disrupts African life, forcing characters like Julius to confront their roots when Western rationality fails, ultimately highlighting themes of cultural identity, spiritual resilience, and the devastating impact of colonialism.”

I lived in Igbo land for three months. NOT in a hotel. NOT with running water (only occasionally), and most of the time, light was provided because the village had purchased a generator and ran it because we were guests. I never ONCE “evangelized” anyone who wasn’t interested in hearing what I had to say.

My observation here is that PERHAPS Achebe “…sought to escape the colonial perspective that framed African literature at the time, and drew from the traditions of the Igbo people, Christian influences, and the clash of Western and African values to create a uniquely African voice. He wrote in and defended the use of English, describing it as a means to reach a broad audience, particularly readers of colonial nations.” MAYBE the reason he was selected as “…a central figure of modern African literature. His first novel and magnum opus, Things Fall Apart (1958), occupies a pivotal place in African literature and remains the most widely studied, translated, and read African novel”, was that he fed the liberal/left narrative that (ostensibly) feared for the sublimation of “Africa”(there are “estimates suggesting over 3,000 distinct ethnic groups, each with unique languages, customs, and histories, spread across its 54 countries…” by ‘Christian missionaries”.

After the time I spent there, the reading I’ve done since, and people I’ve spoken with who were highly critical of our group going to Nigeria, Cameroun, and Liberia – it has always seemed like a suspiciously racist view of the intelligence of the 3000 ethnic groups to suspect that not a single one of the Igbo, Efik, Yoruba, or other groups could POSSIBLY become a Christian based on the message of the Gospel and that ALL of them “converted” because of the weight of the technology, money, and education of “white folks” who invaded their land…

“No, no, no! We’re concerned because the (implied: easily redirected people of African ethnic groups) were trampled by missionaries whose only desire was to squeeze as many Nigerians, Cameroonians, and Liberians into THEIR neat little boxes…We’d NEVER try and…”

OK – rant is done – I’ve only read this one short story and THINGS FALL APART, but have ordered the collection Girls at War and Other Stories. It’s clear though, that this author captured the eyes of non-Nigerian readers. I look forward to applying what I’m already seeing in THINGS FALL APART to my own short story writing. Maybe I can get something from Brooklyn Center (where we’ve lived for the past 32 years. You might say, “Nothing dangerous (“if it bleeds, it leads”) ever happens in your little suburb, you’re insulated from REALITY! I’ve never even heard of it!” I’ll leave you with this: “Minnesota's most dangerous areas, based on recent crime data, often include the major cities of Minneapolis, St. Paul, and St. Cloud, with suburbs like Brooklyn Center, Fridley, and West St. Paul also appearing on lists due to high property/violent crime rates, alongside northern cities like Bemidji and Brainerd facing significant poverty and crime challenges, with Waite Park sometimes topping overall crime lists.”

Links: #PastorChidi @followers @highlight ; https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinua_Achebe ; https://reolink.com/blog/most-dangerous-cities-in-minnesota/ ; https://english2302.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/the-sacrificial-egg.pdf
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IDEAS ON TUESDAYS 693

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. Octavia Butler said, “SF doesn’t really mean anything at all, except that if you use science, you should use it correctly, and if you use your imagination to extend it beyond what we already know, you should do that intelligently.”

Event: Astrophobia is an irrational fear of stars and space and may take different forms, from fear of aliens to fear of space exploration. (https://www.verywell.com/fear-of-space-2671680)

Harper Zakaria pursed her lips. She tapped them for a moment then said, “So you want me to revive this…criminal so that we can escape the dirty sandbox people like you have made of Earth?”

Abdelkader Mäkinen scowled at her. In the past, people would have said his high forehead and wide-set, almost entirely brown eyes made him look like an alien. “I had nothing to do with Anthropogenic Global Warming. My ancestors lived in Northern Finland and Algeria – mostly they were teachers and scientists, so they had nothing to do with AGW and in fact, my great-grandfather started the first windmill farm in northern California in the early Oughts.” He actually sniffed and as Harper rolled her eyes, he continued, “Now that we’ve established my credentials and innocence…”

“You didn’t establish any credentials, sir. You just absolved yourself from blame because of something one of your distant ancestors did.”

“Now see here, young lady! My family…”

“Credentials?” she said, smiling.

He actually harrumphed then said, “I’ve been on the UN Global Climate Reconstruction Committee for fourteen years and was recently appointed Chair because of my brilliance and based on the plan I’ve devised that will…”

Harper held up a hand, pursed her lips, shook her head, then looked up at the tall meta-alien in her office. “So you want me to revive one of the bad-boys from the mid-Twenty-first Century so you can fly him to one of the Martian Colonies and get the Prairiedogs back into space again, right?”

He started at her, his mouth actually open. She considered pointing out that he was a cartoon cliché in the flesh, but was pretty certain he wouldn’t be a buff of TwenCen flat animated cartoons. She let him sputter a few moments, planning on interrupting him if it took too long when he said, “How did you…”

“I don’t spend all of my time watching the sleepers, Senator Mäkinen. I have to have something to do in my spare time. I’ve read up on the astrophobia pandemic.” She smiled sweetly. “I confess that you wouldn’t be able to pay me enough to leave Mother Earth, no matter how filthy she is.”

The man wasn’t going to respond, instead, he scowled more fiercely and said, “You can mock all you want, young lady, but those of us afflicted are all that we have left behind. It seems that somehow the Colonists took the wanderlust gene with them when they abandoned the Mother World.”

She shrugged. “Not my problem, I guess. So you still haven’t explained why you want to revive prisoner,” she glanced down at her ‘pad, then up at him. “AAA000200.”

“That’s not for you to question, young lady! I have here,” he flourished an opad at her. She took it, glanced at it, and handed it back to him as he continued, “An order from the UN GCRComm demanding that you revive and release the prisoner to me.”

“It wasn’t countersigned by the Secretary General,” she said, handing it back to him. She grinned a toothy grin at him, then turned off the effect.

“It’s not necessary…”

She cut him off, “You may think I’m just a button-pusher, Senator, but as I said, I don’t just sit here watching the sleepers all day. I have a BA in pre-Law from Columbia Online and I’m two thirds of the way through Columbia Law School. I have my MD from Brigham and Women’s in CryoMedicine with graduate studies in Revival Mechanics.” She stopped, smiling at him.

He held her gaze for several minutes, then finally began to fidget, still maintaining eye contact. Finally he looked away, pocketing him ‘pad. He looked back at her, a different look on his face. He studied her then said, “I was told you were young and idealistic. I was also told you were smart and stubborn.”

“Correct on all counts.”

“But we need…”

She cut him off, “I agree, Senator. You need this prisoner in order to get the rest of us off Earth again. But I’m not sure you know who you’re dealing with.”

His ‘pad reappeared in his hand and he glanced down at it, “Admiral Concepción Shimizu was decorated…”

Harper glared at him as he continued reading, unaware of her regard. When he looked up finally, his monologue faltered then stopped. “What?”

“She’s a thief, a murderer, and despite the fact that she single-handedly stopped the South African Resurgence from turning the southern half of Africa into a new Apartheid regime, she still single-handedly also severed this world from its Colonies when she bombed the Elevator.”

This time he was prepared and flashed a false grin at her before he turned it off and said, “That is why my plan is brilliant. We will give her the opportunity to redeem herself in the eyes of all Humanity.”

Names: ♀ New Zealand, Somalia; ♂ Algeria, Finland; ♀ Paraguay, Japan
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