Posted on 02/03/2015 6:27:08 AM PST by MasterMason
I just re-joined FR and I would like to post to my local NC state board but I am not able to. How do I get the ability to do that?
watch your step
Happy Mothers Day to all FR moms!
Lets make mom breakfast in bed
burn the bacon, toast, cook the oatmeal in the oven with plastic ice trays.....
yea... we did that once... ONCE!
LOL! That sounds fun, anyway!
Well, called my mom. Can go over for supper. I’m going to bring over something for dinner.
It’s so hot both she and I don’t feel like eating, so I might just get a fruit platter.,
My daughter just changed the time for Breakfast...it will now be lunch. We may have to wait an hour for seating. I will go at 10:30, just in case. I hate when she does that...
Soames is now more of a force of nature than a person. In essence, he's a warship, as the nanites infesting him remake him with awesome capabilities, in preparation to fight the final battle of a war long forgotten.
As Geron said, it honestly isn’t a very nice thing for Soames to do.
But, by that point of his tale he has been exiled and hunted.
Frankly, he’s tired of that sort of game and decides to switch it up a bit.
The Carnivore story short occurs during the rabbitoid assault on Ceres station, Soames is now one hundred and thirty years old or thereabouts.
He still looks just as he did the day he was reformatted by the nanites after the lab accident.
And he has since learned how to utilize their abilities.
The Council character who is the protag of the Carnivore short gets his first impression of Soames by watching him perform seeming wizardry, Soames motions with a hand, and something happens.
In the case of initial contact, he sees Soames pick someone off the floor and toss them via hand gesture.
What Soames is actually doing involves subverting the artificial gravity systems and manipulating n-space to propel items and nasty bits of annoyance “that away”.
“Bear with coffee, this cannot possibly go wrong!”
Thank you all, but my cats are my pets, not my children.
They don’t live long enough.
They bite and scratch.
They tear up the furniture.
They hiss and threaten each other without actually fighting.
They scratch everything they can get their claws on.
They don’t let us sleep in on the weekends by stomping on the bed and demanding food.
And they do not cooperate, nor do they obey, even for their own good.
OTOH,
They’re very affectionate.
They’re cute little monkeys.
They lick my hand when I pet them.
They purr when I brush them.
And Midnight cries like a little girl when he wants attention.
But I am not their mother, and I have the DNA to prove it. ;-)
If you ever complete the story you should throw it on Amazon, although a cover showing a Rabbitoid assault might be hard to make. lol
That would be pretty hard to do.
I see nanotechnology and genetic manipulation as being not only in the future for mankind, but being essential to it.
Our quest for more and more powerful medicines, for example, are merely an effort to find a better fit for fixing what tends to go wrong inside us. One of the more potent ways of dealing with that is not a powerful medicine, but a way of activating what our healthy and normal bodies would do if the problem issues did not arise.
Essentially, it is a way to correct the various steps that our internal mechanisms take to fabricate the chemicals and hormones that control them, and the manner in which those recipes get battered, stained, and illegible.
So we will be “making” our own medicines internally, from our own basic ingredients obtained from regular food.
This also will be the method of fixing errors and minor instructional typos we may have been born with.
And of course, we will not stop there. Being healthy for your whole life is a fine thing, (and yes I am very thankful about that, thank-you-very-much), but specifically where is it written exactly how long that life should be?
That’s a rhetorical question. The place that it is written is the same place that those typos have been noted to appear, our own genetic deck of cards which we were dealt.
The end goal of medicine and health care should be to develop and sustain your body, and everyone’s body, until accident or calamitous fate should intervene, as earthquakes and other events are not health issues, but simply hazards to be avoided or experienced, and survived if possible.
The possible, and perhaps best, future for humanity is one of good health for a very long time, and the major problem we will face in that future is how to choose how many people we will share it with.
Soames, by that point, has had quite some time to come to grips with his life and the reality thereof.
He has his girl, and his children were given the choice to either prolong life, or live “normally”.
Our tale follows his son, his daughters having gone their own ways and “out of our viewing”. [Think “Half Life Blue Shift” end evaluation text: Evaluation terminated, subject out of range.]
At LL Pegasi, he does have crew with families on the station he set up.
How many also share longevity is never made clear.
I doubt Soames would talk about it much, he may even find such conversation puzzling as to his point of view it isn’t anything out of the ordinary.
But in acting as an infection agent to the protag of Subject Carnivore, Soames is forcing a change on Earth society that it may not be ready for.
Yeah, middle of the night and you go down your stairs.
Normally you have to step over the cat.
But this night, THIS night you must contend with a stand in because your cat is on vacation!
And his stand in happens to be a hired bear.
lol
very likely
I doubt too many people read these things, but at least someone noticed the story. It’s a tiny blurb, way down the page, lol
http://paper.li/renamcgee/1307041463?edition_id=e0a29e90-f747-11e4-ab66-002590a5ba2d
Well yeah, there is that dreadful revelation that this is not just some overstuffed feline but a creature that just dined on that cat and all the downstairs staff, and that never will you ever find a butler as fine as Jeeves.
Upon further reflection, the bear recalls Mr. Bultitude contemplating the garden wall, sensing a call to the other side...
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