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Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Year 2112
Assignment 22: Right Now
Minimum of 150 words - due Sunday, April 1 at 11:59 pm
Monday, March 19, 2012
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THIS IS MY FIRST LATE BLOG POST. SPARE ME.
Frozen in Time’s Past: a Plan of Action
If somehow my organs were still able to be revived following their post-freezing condition for nearly a century, I shall proceed with this plan as follows:
1. Chip my way out of any remaining ice in some heroic fashion. (Not like that one guy who drank a 12-pack of beer and urinated his way out of a snow bank).
2. Find Walt Disney who was also supposedly frozen following his death. **This is complete BS**
3. Revive Disney.
4. With him as my sidekick, we would zippidy-doo-da our way though this new terrain.
5. He would then summon every kick-butt character Disney ever created.
6. We would then form an army and wipe out any currently existing form of life.
7. The entire world would be coated in chrome and ice—a cross between the Matrix and hell frozen over.
8. We would eat Turkish delight upon our thrones and I would take Aladdin as my husband. (Bug off, Jasmine).
9. Humans and cartoons would soon breed, and spawn a superior race.
10. The result would be a war-ravaged, ice-stricken Toontown filled with foreign gelatinous desserts.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
The Ship
Day 29
Ate some dried macaroni and cheese that I found in the storage cabinet. My ribs poke through my clothes, and my skin glows in the light of the cold fluorescent bulbs of the lower decks.
It’s eerily quiet here, and I’ve never felt so alone.
I knew they should never have tested the KCEPR, and now there’s hell to pay.
It was supposed to stop human targets in their tracks; by flash-freezing something in place, and cancelling all energy in an object, it would safely “freeze them in time” for enough time to dispose of the victims properly. Let’s just say we still had a lot of fine-tuning to do.
Luckily, I was having lunch in the reinforced kitchen when it happened, and the KCEPR’s effect was reduced to a safe amount that only froze me for a century. The same can’t be said about anyone else – they were gone after the pulse vaporized everything but their bones.
I’ve gotten much of my information from automatically-recorded radio transmissions, and history sure isn’t pretty. Iran and North Korea were somehow implicated in a bombing of the UN buildings around 2016, and the world degenerated into a nuclear war with no clear victor. Needless to say, there wasn’t anyone around to search for the missing “cruise ship” (research vessel) off the coast of Madagascar after the bombs fell. There’s not much after the war, except for some broadcasts from various rising communities that happened to scavenge some satellite radios.
Day 30
It’s been a month since I thawed. I’m stuck on this god-forsaken boat. The only way out is outside of the lockdown, and there’s no way in hell I’m going to release it. Someone – or something – has been trying to open the hatch this entire time. I’m afraid to listen to the radio broadcasts anymore; it seems to be reacting to them in some way, but the sounds are unintelligible if it’s trying to talk.
The sound at the hatch is back again. It’s louder this time. Something is trying to get me.
I have to get out, and the only way out is through the hatch. I’m going to open it. Hopefully this won’t be the last entry.
Day 31
I’m never going to leave this place.
As I made my final preparations to venture out of the lockdown, I saw it.
Looking up, I was blinded by a monstrous visage. Two glowing orbs followed me as I stumbled backward, trying to reach the control panel. They were underscored by a menacing grimace that will haunt me forever.
Those were the last things I saw as I re-activated the lockdown.
It’s going to kill me.
Help me.
*Written in collaboration with Coleton Cuddy
In the year Twenty-One-Twelve
Did someone say apocalypse ?
2112 backwards is 2112....
Worst Cruise Ever?
The thing wasn't like most bathroom inconveniences, which can usually be solved through a simple call to room service or second flush. In fact, I'm still not sure what it was. It was like going under sedatives during surgery, everything went black and cold, and then I slowly returned with no memory of going out. It was an odd experience, and while I'm not one for sci-fi, I think I was frozen.
After days of effectively ravaging every non-perishable from my suite's quarters, I finally got down to the real exploring. I could never go deep or far from windows since power was needless to say something lost with the time, but with the help of my trusty Mickey-light I did find one interesting site-it was the only source of noise on the whole ship in fact. When I was quiet, I could hear the faintest creaking that resembled a human footstep here and there, and the clinging and clanging of something alive moving around. It wasn't an animal, and judging by how everyone else on board fared, it wasn't a person either. Or at least, that's what I thought.
Day after day, I'd revisit the site and tug or knock on the door. Sometimes we'd even have conversations, although whatever's down there isn't too talkitive. I didn't know what I was trying to accomplish. Maybe I just liked annoying my mystery room mate, since it was always a field I excelled in anyway. Maybe I just wanted to feel like I was progressing towards something. At any rate, I slowly grew slimmer and tanner as months went by, and the hatch always kept my attention.
One day, I heard the faintest tinkering against the other side of the door. It was almost as if whatever was down there finally wanted to get out. I could hear the shattering of caked on rust and sand from inside the door mechanism, and finally it gave way. I looked down into nothing but darkness, with the occasional glint of an old can staring back at me. My eyes darted around the abyss, attempting to meet my mysterious room mate, but as I shined the novelty light around all I could see was eaten food and old books. Finally, I saw him. It was a man, older than me but not by much. His skin was as pale as the less lively ex-passengers upstairs, and his eyes were hidden behind the cold reflection of his glasses. Suddenly, the hatch closed back, and a hard metal sound raked the bottom of the door as a large latch sealed him back into his bunker.
I tried to write down things I remember about him, but the list is short. So far, it just reads "Like a sickly, pale version of that guy who killed Chuck Norris in 'Eye of the Dragon', but less cool and with glasses. I never could remember that guy's name."
-Made in collaboration with Christopher Chow
the future is...i don't know
If we make it that far...
In 100 years, the world will probably be more advanced with better technology, but I don’t know if it will be a better place. Life expectancy rates will surely skyrocket with improved medical knowledge and there will probably be cars that run on water or solar power, but the Earth will always have its problems. It will not be a Utopian society. Honestly, I expect it to be just like today but with cool new gadgets. However, the creators of Wall-E might not have been far off from their depiction of the future. Obesity rates will probably continue to increase and the Earth will be so polluted that humans will no longer be able to live there. While this might not happen in the next 100 years, it could easily happen in a few hundred years. I hope I am alive in 100 years and that the Earth is still beautiful and not completely filled with pollution. While living until then may not be realistic, it would not be completely out of the question compared to 100 years ago. I hope the world is a better place by 2112, but I seriously doubt it will be.
What if...?
Boy, being frozen in a block of ice sure chills you, doesn't it? I think. If only I hadn't pushed that red button....
Suddenly, another figure came out of the ice chambers, but they weren't shivering. On the contrary, they were wearing a lab coat and carrying a clipboard. They were, however, not any better than those on the streets.
The figure said, in a soft voice:
"That's because it isn't. We suffered waiting for someone to get us out of the economic crisis, but no one fixed the problem. The whole country is in ruin."
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"Oh really? What was it?" she answered, groggily and almost uninterested.
My wife turned over, her eyes half opened.
"I know, I know."
And then she said this, which made my dream go away: "It sure is a good thing that people our age made a difference when we were young so that we could reap the fruits when we are old."
"Good night", she said. And it was.
2112
a century later..
The world is going to be a better place. Based on what happened in human history before, social and political aspects of life would probably be stable and friendly. I believe that technology will help us with whatever troubles we face and that there will always be a way for people to adapt. Although some see a grim future with overpopulation, environment destruction, food shortages, I see a place where society will be radically different and something I definitely won't be used to if I'm frozen for a whole century. Energy consumption will probably be a whole different ball game and human efficiency will most likely multiply an enormous amount. Globalization will probably occur; those who choose to remain secluded, resistant to change will be wiped out in natural selection. Hopefully space will offer valuable resources. If humans don't find ways to change now, then we will be the subject of natural selection and some other element of nature may take over us. But we are adapting, so I see a bright future ahead.
100 years from now
2112
2112: A Space Whimsy
Waking up in the year 2112 would probably suck. God knows what the world would be like; entire civilizations could be gone, humanity returned to the dark ages. In my opinion, several things are certain to occur. We will have developed a way to make other planets inhabitable by means of oxygen domes. With this, we will also have the ability to play zero-gravity sports, such as those found in Ender’s Game. Also, given the fact that I will be on the road with Rush (for some reason) at the time of my freezing, they will come along with me to the year 2112 where they will be hailed as the great prophets of the future while I will collect a portion of royalties of their riches seeing as I was the one who brought them there. From there, we will live out the rest of our lives in a celestial palace with everything we could ever want, while the rest of you reading this blog will be dead.
I've Been to the Year 2112
- adapted from the Jonas Brother's song 3000
But really. In the year 2112 I believe that the way on which we li e.will not change very much, but how we live will. We may live in different looking houses and the education system may be different, but kids will still go to school and families will still live together. Also, people will probably use different technologies and ways of transportation.cars that drive themselves will be popular and to prevent motor vehicle accents and rid society of traffic issues and other driving related problems. I believe those would be the biggest issues that would change in our society.
Frozen
dooom
2112
Hopefully, by 2112, the world will have taken steps forward and not back. Perhaps the world will be more tolerant of other races and religions; gay marriage might be legalized in the US; we drive electric cars; we eat locally; we can teleport. Maybe not the last one, but we are the ones who can determine the outcome of the future. So who knows what will happen? We do. We will be the change.
Flying Cars and Cancer
2112
The Inevitable Slippery Slope
He persuaded Texas, along with the ten other Southern states, to secede from the nation and reform the Confederacy, thus starting the second Civil War. This new American war resulted in concentrated nuclear strikes along the eastern coast.
Meanwhile, Kim Jong-Un, though lacking the experience of Kim Jong-Il, surpassed his father by scoring a 12-in-one, on his first attempt at golf too, spreading a wave of panic throughout the American golfing community.
Newt Gingrich, taking advantage of the new fear and chaos, wins the election of 2016. In order to fight Bush's new Confederacy, Gingrich proceeds with his moon base and installs there a weapon of mass destruction, attracting the attention of an alien race.
But in a surprise twist, George Bush had been a ghost all along.
From the mind of M. Night Shyamalan...
But on a more serious note, I have absolutely no idea what the future is going to be like.