Terraforming Titan: Way down by the Methane sea.
Terraforming Titan: Way down by the Methane Sea.
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Looking for Cloud 9.
I struggled to decide on a title for this: If someone suggests a better one, I might change it.
The UFO in my Garden: Part 5.
Click here to read All Parts . The journey was incredibly quick and the heat ray had not long done its worst to Horsell common before the ship finished its 3000 mile journey from England to the USA. Through the window/screen, it seemed as though the ship came to a sudden halt, over a car park in front of an impressive looking building with a façade adorned with classical looking columns. Somehow this wasn't what I had expected somewhere called Lynchburg to look like. Truthfully my English preconceptions had an image of a small place one step away from an old frontier town, full of stereotypical red-necks, and somewhat worried black faces. This actually looked quite genteel. It was at this point that I realised I was still in my dressing gown. I also realised I couldn't see Sinixat, then his head popped up from behind one of the numerous 'control panels' around the edge of the 'flight deck', which I suspected were as much for decoration as anything els...
A Leaf on the Wind.
I really rather liked Firefly, one of the better SF series from the time when the US TV execs were just giving up on SF in favour of the much cheaper to make reality TV. Or really pared down SF that nobody actually wanted to watch. This is based on my favourite moment of the film Serenity. Well that's a small fib, my favourite moment is the look on the operatives face as he demands somebody fire. But that isn't as much fun to draw and paint, even digitally: so here's what has him so hot under the collar. Because Wash's finest moment follows, there could only be one title.
Troll
The troll woke up. It was rather surprised by this. It hadn't properly woken up for 50 years. Oh it had occasionally drifted into wakefulness, noticed the changing of the planet around him, and then drifted back into deep sleep. But this time it was really awake. He wasn't sure what had woken him up. Not much can wake a sleeping Troll Except a good Harsh winter, which had a somewhat similar effect to that of a cold shower on a human. Though the good winters seemed to happen less often these days. It would surprise many to know that silicon based life is much more common than people think. And nothing at all to do with magic. One day, a small arrangement of silicon molecules with a capacity to use naturally occurring electricity as an energy source, just decided it would like to continue being a small arrangement of silicon molecules with a capacity to use naturally occurring electricity. And then concluded reproduction was fun. And the rest as they say was ev...
The UFO in my garden. Part 4.
Click here to read All Parts I awoke to alien sounds of hammering from the garden, but thought hurrying to the railway station to by the paper was too much effort. I Decided to slip into the daily routine of life, working eating sleeping, serenly as all mankind has for thousands of years. There was no real reason my life should change, just because there was a UFO in my garden. But in my garden the hammering and stirring went on as it had all night. I was worrying what interest this might attract from the neighbours. Not least Jamie, who had insatiable curiosity. It seemed the professor didn't sleep, especially when he had something to work on. I ate breakfast, and made myself a cup of strong coffee, before walking over to the UFO sipping as I went. The area under the spaceship with my flattened beans in it, was looking overgrown, the light was reaching it through the ships cloaking device, so it was all growing, it was just restricted in which directions it could grow. To m...
Faith.
Almost everyone at the university knew he had been building the machine, no one knew what it was for. There was enormous speculation among the students about what it was. The teaching staff were however for the most part disinterested. For most academic staff university life was too busy to worry about what was happening in other departments. All his academic and research commitments were being met, the machine was something he had funded and built in his own time, with his own money. I suppose I wasn't the only one who was curious, but it felt like I was the only one who was consumed by my curiosity. I knew him well, a man of great faith: he attended church regularly, gave freely of his time to the work of the church. He was a man dedicated to promoting the work of the christian Freedom university. He was considered a great catch by the University authorities, a talented physicist with a strong grounding in engineering. It was felt he leant weight to the universities academic...
The UFO in my Garden: Part 3.
Click here to read All Parts The next day I decided I had to just get on with life, though I had enjoyed the meals that Geraldine 'synthesised' in Snixat's ship, I felt the need to look after myself. For all the excitement of the previous day, having a real life UFO in my garden had turned out more like having a hippy squatting in my garden shed, rather than the blockbuster movie that I had imagined in my head. I left the house and locked the door behind me, turned around, and was confronted by Jamie from three doors up, who was leaning on his bike. "What you hiding in your garden?" he asked, with his usual admirably direct, but profoundly irritating manner. My immediate reaction was denial, but on past experience Jamie generally took a denial as confirmation. So I took a less direct approach, "What makes you think I'm hiding anything in my garden?" I asked, and started walking down the road to the corner shop. "You've had the sam...