sci-fi

3.15.21 - Thought Experiment #1

I’ve been thinking about outer space my whole life. This worked for Einstein, so I figured I’d at least write it down.

To create interstellar warp drive, the kind used in Star Trek and rationalized by Alcubierre, you have got to create a pulling force. Like the cartoon about dangling a treat on a stick, tying it to the dog’s collar, and watching the cute pup run as far as its legs can carry, but it feels like falling down a black hole.  

Think about it, a black hole bends space and time, the same as bed flat at every edge stretches and bows under the weight of a bowling ball. Near-infinite mass at the center of the hole has a pull so strong that light cannot escape, and time slows down.  

Time slows down because the fabric of space-time stretches around an object that has so much mass, its own field powerful enough to slow down pure energy. Gravity creates waves, invisible ripples that can be felt billions of light-years away, moments where our reality elongates momentarily, distorting like a glance in a funhouse mirror.   

What happens if we try the opposite?  

So, what else can create a pull, like mass? Energy can. Electromagnetic fields do, on a much smaller scale that still powers technology like laptops. 

Electrons are responsible for this. Impossibly (for us to fathom) negative charges that race between objects, pushed on by the electron behind (like charges repel), and pushing the electron in front.  

Electrons also have a pull, infinitesimally small, on other particles, the cores responsible for mass, protons, and neutrons. Move enough electrons, and those Higgs-Boson particles that give us mass, trapped in the nucleus of atoms, start following. There is strength in numbers, especially exponents.  

We can collect electrons easily enough, at the cost of pulling them from atoms of other things. There is only so many of them in the universe. Conservation of Mass and Energy are intertwined Laws, after all.  

If you imagine the Higgs field as an invisible river, a ‘fabric’ of space-time that surrounds us and flows through us so much like pebbles in a cold current. The friction between water and rock is felt by both. The water’s path changes, and fraction of its energy is absorbed by the rock, traded for a few atoms. Erosion, entropy, time, all the same, all decay. The Higgs Field moves like the ocean, with gentle peaks, valleys, undercurrent, and energy.  

So, take that field and stretch it, never mind how, not yet. If you stretch the Higgs Field like taffy, you affect how quickly time passes. Faster at the ends where it’s denser, and time slows down in the stretched-out middle, where the ‘stuff’ is less dense and frailer.  

What about distance? That is affected too. Best guess is the same way, distance get closer at the ends, further in the stretched-out middle. 

How would this appear to us? We would not notice. We are too big, wrapped up in our own small reality to feel the subtle songs of the fabric of the universe. 

But then again, there is the whole exponential power thing. See, with enough energy, you can make big stuff move too.  

Build a ship that can disrupt the flow of the fabric, the same as current around a rock. Make a bubble of energy around the ship, that allows the field to flow past and the ship crosses distances in the mere wink of an eye.  

How do we make that bubble? Alcubierre field, create a specialized electromagnetic field that repels electrons and atoms out of the way the same way a rock dropped in still water pushes it out, or a diver forms an arrow to pierce the water. Make it a bubble, the electrons will move all around it, out of the way, carrying other atoms with them.  

The ship inside the bubble moves forward, towards the open space free of matter, a vacuum in front of it, that pulls it forward. Same as a vacuum cleaner pulls forward, ever so slightly, while cleaning up the mess from a mud-covered dog, panting from a run in the backyard, and happy with itself because it figured out how to break that treat free from the stick. 

9.4.20 - letters without addresses #1

Hey there, Psyche. Damn, I know it’s been forever 
Decades passed in silence, then only a shitty letter 
Though they say an asshole never really recovers 
This ass hopes you found far better friends and lovers  
Whisky brown hair, brilliant smile, the fairest blue eyes 
Sharper and brighter than all the stars in Southern skies 
Just one second, this ain't one of them pining love songs 
More a long-waiting tattered lists of souls I’ve done wrong 
One bad night, drunkenly convinced I’d been strung along 
I became another toxic creep, another entitled hard-on
Flashes of trembling hands, tears took up shop in my head  
But I blacked out enough to not remember what all I said
 When really you needed a best friend, not a jealous loser 
Instead, I walked away, wanting only to not exist to you 
It’s been years since then, paid in therapy reckonings
Took a while to learn, romance starts by looking within  
But still, what’s worse, digging up the past or living lies 
What hurts, late-offered amends or broken goodbyes 
For a victim, how long makes it too late to apologize? 
Male-privileged obsession is just intimidation in disguise  
So, years later, here’s the truth that only matters now 
The important thing I hope I one day get to say to you 
If allowed, I have random chance and courage to do 
Psyche, you deserved better than I ever gave to you  
My selfish words and actions burned our bridges 
There aren’t any good reasons you should forgive 
’Sides, justifying turns into gaslighting before long 
I’ll move along, just sorry that I hurt you. I was wrong

3.30.20 - #corona2020 V

Is there anyone sleeping well anymore?
Either the brain is rolling a thousand miles
An hour, in the haunted still of night
Or the walls are too tight and we’re desperate for daylight
I don’t remember the last time I laid my head down
And felt rested the next morning, renewed
We’re sitting on our hands, trying to pass the time
Reflecting on all our mistakes, all the lies


It’s been hard to be productive. I’ve gotten the job done, now thankful that I have a steady income when one out of five has filed for unemployment, including J. Trying to do yoga in the sunroom followed by elliptical bands and the recumbent bike lying in the garage, just to move a little during the week. Hoping I can find a bit of drive to really edit GR and work on the Robyn story. Need something to do, to feel useful.

J seems to have gotten L to a place where she’s a little more stable. We’re still a long way from out of the woods yet, but every day is a won day. Even when the world outside is falling into a recession unlike anything ever seen in modern history, due to a viral pandemic and a political narrative out of a Michael Chrichton novel. D is coughing less, thankfully we don’t think anyone has COVID but since there’s still not a real chance of us getting tested in our current condition, we’re just riding out the storm.

Thankful for little moments, like D winning at Cards Against Humanity. Chasing Janeway in the backyard. Playing Diablo with J at three in the morning, dancing in the living room during dinner.

3.15.20 - #corona2020

Maybe we’re all going a little mad at the idea
Plucked straight out an eighties sci-fi novel
Empty shelved truths are stranger fictions
When a virus can spread at the worst of times
Bringing people to whimpers of shared terror
When nightmares awaken our lesser demons


Funny, today was my most productive day writing, in a while. Meanwhile, outside our little quarantine zone, seems like the hubcaps are coming off, if not the wheels. The shelves were emptied at the bigger stores. Toilet paper has become a meme in our ironic pessimistic chuckle towards self-destruction. None of us can go to work tomorrow, so we’re all stuck here another week. Two with doctors notes for self-quarantine (even though neither got tested because there were no kits), and two because their schools closed for a week. We’re trying to keep each other sane, co-existing and being bored. For me, it’s easy. For the girls, who are dealing with the traumas of their past head-on while the world seems to be imploding outside, it’s been rough.

I don’t know what I can say sometimes that’ll make them feel better, what’ll help. I’ve learned that if I just sit there and say I’ll listen, sometimes that helps. Maybe it just helps us all, to not be miserable alone, in the dark. Just to know that someone else is sitting there, next to you.

Now I’m gonna go set next to my spouse and let her cry on my shoulder. Love those around you, y’all.

2.15.20 - Query Letter

Rising from an impoverished Earth, “Crash” Downs achieved a dream: admission into the famous interstellar Ranger program. Billions will watch him and a group of underdog soldiers endure training and competition against genetically perfect opponents on the Challenge, a televised spectacle that makes celebrities out of soldiers. Yet, Crash’s fight is only a deadly distraction in a galactic game of cat and mouse between the oppressive United Corporate Federation and the star systems they subjugate. 

Behind the scenes, a savant hacker named Glitch stumbles across a devious plot by megacorporate titans to inconceivably destroy Earth completely. In a society drowning in hopelessness and fear, somehow he must convince a tenacious syndicate spy hunting him, the galaxy’s first telepath, and a gene-enhanced pilot whose dreams tell the future, to enter a fight against overwhelming odds, setting the table for the war to end all wars. The fate of humanity hangs in the balance. No matter who wins, the ultimate threat to life in the Milky Way is out in cold, unexplored space, and the waves of our gravity bomb will reach out to draw them in.

Beta Reader feedback has been overwhelmingly positive to this galaxy-crossing story told from the perspective of three imperfect souls in just under 112,000 words, Gravity’s Reach is the first of a planned science fiction saga drawing inspiration from titles like Starship Troopers, Mass Effect, and Ender’s Game.