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Up past your head, down your back, around your ankles
Today we rode: Hulk (twice), Doctor Doom's Fearfall, Spider-Man, Ripsaw Falls, Jurassic Park, took time out for lunch at Mythos (which is visually on the order of Tiberius' villa at Capri, but the food was genuinely amazing: mahi-mahi with cilantro cream and plantains, yes, please), and then Harry Potter, the Dragon Challenge, The Cat in the Hat (because it is just delightfully done), and then we went back for Hulk and the Fearfall again as the sun was setting, the sky smoky peach and the line of the horizon flipped over black as the coaster roared upside down. It was absolutely beautiful. I thought when I was eleven that I'd be in space by the time I was the age I am now; at least, I thought it might not be unusual. That doesn't look like the future I've found myself in. As long as I'm stuck on this planet, I'm going to get all the feelings of flight I can.
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Excellent photo!
I thought when I was eleven that I'd be in space by the time I was the age I am now; at least, I thought it might not be unusual.
Poignant thought, that. When I was eleven or thereabouts, I remember reading a travelogue of a visit to a moon colony, complete with a flight on the commercial shuttle and spacesuit rentals for a tour of Tranquility. I'm thinking it was set no more than five years from now, which was probably wishful thinking even in 1986, but still...
Then again, according to Fifties SF we were supposed to be mining in the Asteroid Belt by now, using ships navigated with paper charts and slide rules.
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Then again, according to Fifties SF we were supposed to be mining in the Asteroid Belt by now, using ships navigated with paper charts and slide rules.
I am all right with not living in a Heinlein future. I wouldn't have minded one, though, by Ursula K. Le Guin.
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Great photo,
I am all right with not living in a Heinlein future. I wouldn't have minded one, though, by Ursula K. Le Guin.
I don't reckon I'd particularly like living in a Heinlein future, either, although I expect it would be at least slightly better than a Larry Niven or S.M. Stirling future and I do suppose that at least my sex life would be better, that is, if I were one of the important characters rather than an extra.
An H. Beam Piper future might not be all bad, although I've a bad feeling I'd only be there to be a foil for one of his protagonists, or perhaps to meet a sticky end because of some ideology he didn't like. A Poul Anderson future might be all right, as long as it weren't one of the periods when society was collapsing into the Long Night or desperately trying not to.
I don't really know Le Guin's science fiction, having read only some of her fantasy, but I'll take your word for it. I regret for your sake that it's not closer to one of hers.