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Inspiration and Tech Used in Disposal, Inc.

9/22/2017

Inspiration
The inspiration for Disposal, Inc. came from two things. The first bit of inspiration is the 2011 disaster at the Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Power Plant in Japan. The second source is the Canadian Government's plan to store nuclear waste in a bunker just 1.2 kilometers from Lake Huron, one of the largest fresh water lakes in the world; the lake that just happens to be the source of my drinking water. The blithe disregard of community concerns is all the more aggravating when you consider that some of the waste and dismantled reactor parts they intend to store will remain radioactive for more than 100,000 years. I mean, what could possibly go wrong in a hundred millennia?

"Wouldn't iit be great,"I thought, "If I could teleport all the nuclear waste to the Moon for disposal?" Who knows, maybe that single act might make nuclear power a little safer. On the remediation side, maybe we could decontaminate the Chernoble and Fukushima sites without creating problems somewhere else on Earth.

Technology
Given this premise, I started thinking about transporter technologies. Like Bones in the original series, I have real concerns about Star-Trek inspired transporter technologies. The thought of disassembling (aka, killing) people and sending them through space as a pattern, then re-assembling them at the destination makes me wonder about the nature of humanity and the value of human life. Are transported individuals natural or artificial entities? Heck, you can probably use the pattern buffers to create soldiers, slaves, or organ donors. In the real world, people and organizations are trying to patent genetic sequence information. In the future, who would own your pattern once you stepped through the transporter? What would/could they do with that pattern?

The very thought makes me shudder so this story won't use Star Trek-based transporter technologies. Instead, I plan to use a fold-space transporter. In my imaginary world, the device would fold space so that the two quantum-entangled units are permanently connected through subspace. The units act as if they are adjacent to one another, but separated by a wall. Once the mechanism is activated, the matter transmitter acts like a lazy Susan, rotating a defined volume of space from one side of the subspace wall to another. At the same time, the volume over the far unit is rotated to this side.

Think about it. We could colonize Mars by sending a large and a small matter transport pad to the red planet. Once the pad is on the ground and functional, people could step off the Moon and onto Martian soil. (We don't want to bring Mars bugs to Earth.) If something happens to the large platform, you could send a repairman through the small door. We could also send a spacecraft to Alpha Centauri, popping in in every now and again to see how things are going.

That"s it for now. Next time we can discuss the story arc. Leave a comment if you have ideas or comments.

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The Perils of Writing after Midnight

9/20/2017

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I was feeling good about my WIP, stringing words into sentences, sentences into paragraphs when I hit quicksand. I struggled to escape, to find firmer ground, but every action pulled me deeper into darkness. My heart pounded like a jackhammer. My throat closed. I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. I was in over my head.

Sharp writhing shapes pressed against me, their claws tearing at my flesh as they worked their way toward the page. I was helpless; terrified and appalled by the darkness. Manic madness emerged from my fingers, the pulsing stain oozing across the page, desecrating the virgin white space, creating a trail of darkness and despair.

Fear. My fear makes them stronger. The rising gorge of horror and desolation threaten to consume me. I fight grimly, but my strength...God, my strength and focus are failing. Thousands more press against me. My struggle attracts them. It fuels their frenzy, their hunger. I'm...I'm losing control. My

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Sneak Preview: Disposal, Inc.

9/13/2017

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Here is the first chapter of my science fiction story, Disposal, Inc. Your comments and suggestions are welcome and appreciated. Thanks for reading.

Disposal, Inc
by Bascomb James

The technical team was placing field generators around a 70 ton MACSTOR-200 unit when the com unit chirped.  Damn it, not now! I cursed silently as I reached for the secure phone. Generator positioning is an exacting task. Even tiniest inconsistency could rupture the containment vessel and spill tons of nuclear waste throughout the building.

I glanced at the caller ID; Ari Kiltonen, the General Manager of my company. “Damn it Ari, this had better be important!”

“Chief, I have an army colonel on the phone demanding to speak with you. He says it’s a national emergency.”

Not this again. Every government on the planet seems to think I should handle their special transport emergencies.

“Which army?”

“Ours, sir. He says he’s calling from the Pentagon.”

“Tell him I’m busy saving the world. If he wants to talk he can get his green-clad ass up here for a face-to-face. I’ll make some time at 9 PM. In the meantime, notify Ontario Power Generation Security about the visit and get me some background information on the Colonel or whomever he sends.”

“OK Chief. We’ll go over the arrangements later.”

I clicked off and squelched the urge to throw the phone across the room. “Tom, adjust generator number seven outboard 1.5 centimeters and left 9 centimeters.”

It took the team another hour to position the generators to my satisfaction. The flow was looking good and the field dynamics were smooth and predictable across the entire displacement volume. The crew was watching me intently, waiting for instructions. Their quiet anticipation gave way to smiles when I looked up from the monitor gave them the “thumbs up” sign.

The air horn sounded three times, the sound echoing endlessly in the cavernous space. OPG workers, Canadian Nuclear Safety Commission officials, and the International Atomic Energy Agency inspectors headed toward the exits while the crew began moving the delicate positioning sensors and instrument consoles behind the blast baffles.

With things well in hand, I went through a door into the adjacent room. The large room dwarfed the displacement console and monitors. The console area was separated from the rest of the space by waist-high traffic pylons with yellow and black striped tape strung through the handles. The laughingly inadequate barrier was reinforced by three heavily armed guards.

Cable runs and chases radiated outward from the circumscribed equipment. Monitor stands made the area look like a NASA launch center. Everything had its place and the purpose-made system could be broken down and packed for shipment in two hours.

Two of the monitors showed the transshipment room with rib-like displacement generators surrounding the massive 22 meter long by 8 meter high concrete containment vessel. Each generator was mounted on a heavy duty trailer with outrigger supports. Other monitors showed the radiation counts and the harshly lit displacement site.

After checking the field dynamics one last time I grabbed the virtual reality headset and performed a visual sweep of the displacement site. Neat rows of containment vessels and equipment radiated outward toward the horizon.

Tom Quiñones, the team foreman, spoke through the com unit, “The room is secure and all personnel are accounted for. We’re ready for displacement.” He inserted his key into the slot in his console and turned it to the “Ready” position.

“Transponder is active and returning the correct code.” The IAEA inspector reported from his console. The inspector turned his activation key and a second green light appeared on my panel.

“IAEA is ‘GO’ for transshipment.”

I could feel the tension build. All eyes were on the monitors.

The Canadian official turned his key and the final green light appeared. “CNSC is ‘GO’ for transshipment.”

I pulled a security chain over my head and inserted my activation key into its slot in the displacement panel. The blue status light changed to amber as I rotated the key to the MASTER ARM position. “I have three green lights,” I announced. “We’re ready for transshipment.”

No matter how many times I do this, there’s always a nervous knot in my stomach at this point. This has to be perfect every time. There are no Mulligans when dealing with nuclear waste.

I looked to my left, and Tom gave me nod from his console. I inserted my right hand into the security scanner and punched in a hidden code that activated the palm/fingerprint reader. The unit beeped and the amber light changed to red. The automatic klaxons sounded throughout the building, alerting everyone within earshot that something big was about to happen.

This is it! I took a calming breath, counted to five, then depressed the ACTIVATE button with my left thumb. A thunderclap shook the room as air rushed to fill the 1300 cubic meter void created when the nuclear waste containment vessel disappeared from the transshipment room.

A puff of snow and fog appeared on the destination monitors as the moisture in the displaced air froze then sublimated. The scene slowly resolved to show a MACSTOR unit with the proper sequence number parked on the floor of crater Antoniadi in the lunar Southern hemisphere.

“Chief, the displacement room is clean. No ruptures. No radiation,” Quiñones reported.

I deactivated the panel and turned to the inspectors.

“Dr. Richards, we have confirmed the transponder is now on the moon. We also note that your cameras show a container with the proper sequence number in crater Antoniadi.”

I nodded and picked up the com unit. “Get the next unit in here while I do the paperwork.”

“OK Chief, we’re on it.”

I glanced at the destination monitors and noted that the teleoperators were moving a mobile crane toward the containment unit. The crane will carry the MACSTOR unit to the unpacking yard where the carbon steel containment cylinders will be removed from the concrete outer shell. Without hydraulic or convection cooling, the nuclear degradation within the fuel rods will eventually heat the cylinder’s contents until the cylinder melts.

As part of an internationally sponsored project, Disposal, Inc. is creating a China Syndrome event by layering the containment cylinders into a small crater--a crater whose bottom is approximately 9 kilometers below the surface of the moon. Lunar scientists calculated that the molten materials will eventually burn through the crust and melt the partially solidified lunar core. With a spinning molten core, the moon should be able to regenerate its protective magnetic field. Thus, the whole transshipment project has a two goals; safe removal of radioactive waste from the earth while making future lunar habitats a little safer. It was my kind of project.

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There was a knock on the door and Ari Kiltonen stepped into the nondescript office OPG assigned to us while we were on-site. Ari was of medium height with china blue eyes and close-cropped brown hair. A dark blue Kevlar vest covered his muscular chest. The Glock pistol and tactical holster were extensions of his persona.

“Captain Katheryn Macrae is here to see you.”

I nodded and closed the background file on the Captain. “Post one of the security detail in the outer office then bring her in. I want you to be present for this briefing.”

Ari nodded and left. I flipped switches to activate the audio and video recording equipment.

Ari ushered the visitor into the office a few minutes later. Captain Macrae was a trim dark-haired woman wearing a black, one-button skirt suit with high-necked silk blouse. Even in heels, she moved with the controlled athleticism of a dancer or a martial artist.

I came around the desk and extended my hand. “Captain Macrae, what brings a Cyber Warfare expert to OPG Darlington?”

Her grip was warm and confident and she projected the cool competence of a professional who had nothing to prove. Tall for a woman, she nearly matched my 5’11” height. As I shook her hand, I was surprised by my reaction to her. I wonder what she looks like in uniform, or out of it, for that matter.

I gestured her to a supplicant chair and reclaimed my seat behind the desk. Ari leaned unobtrusively against the wall where he could watch her face and hands.

Macrae looked at Ari pointedly and said, “I didn’t think the Canadian government allowed armed bodyguards and security personnel.”

Nettled by her opening gambit, I responded in kind. “Did you come down from Ottawa to critique my security arrangements?”

She frowned and said, “I was instructed to speak with you alone.”

I felt my eyebrows rise and I glanced at Ari who shrugged. “That’s not gonna happen,” I said shaking my head.

“Allow me to introduce Ari Kiltonen. Ari is the General Manager of DI and the person responsible for the day-to-day operation of this company. In his previous life, Captain Kiltonen was a Delta Force unit commander. When Ari leaves, you leave. Capisce?”

Macrae’s eyes flashed with anger and her face flushed. “They told me you were an arrogant bastard…”

Something in her demeanor really pushed my buttons and my temper flared. I waved my hand contemptuously toward the door. “We’re done here. Ari, have someone escort the Captain back to her car.”

Macrae flushed again and held up her hands in surrender. “Wait! I apologize for my remark. Before I provide a brief, both of you must sign Defense Secrets documents. The information I’m about to give you is classified and compartmentalized for national security purposes. You cannot disclose this information without the written consent of the US government.”

I shook my head again and glanced at Ari. Here we go again. This is what happens when agencies don’t share information.

“First of all, I would like to inform you that our conversation is being recorded to prevent misunderstandings. Secondly, you are hereby notified that Disposal Incorporated, its owner, employees, and contractors do not wish to be privy to national secrets and as such, we are not responsible for dissemination of said secrets. Before you deliver your briefing, you will sign an affidavit stating that any and all information provided by you as an agent of the US government, is exempt from the Defense Secrets Acts at the time of disclosure and in perpetuity.”

Anger and frustration flashed across Macrae’s face but she quickly regained her composure. “I can’t sign that affidavit. Mr. Richards, let me remind you that this is a national emergency involving thousands of people.”

“So you say. . . and it’s Doctor Richards,” I said peevishly, just to piss her off.

The rebuke had its desired effect. “Your obstinacy is deliberately placing US citizens at risk and it constitutes reckless endangerment of the public. We could have you arrested and jailed!”

I laughed at the thought. “Are you planning to invade Canada to make me sign your damned paper?”

“American lives are at stake! How can you be so uncaring?”

This woman continued to push my buttons. I was wondering if she was deliberately goading me to make me make some sort of mistake. “Captain, Disposal Incorporated has only one purpose—to protect you and the rest of this planet from the nastiest and most persistent poisons mankind has ever created. A thousand years from now, an unprotected human will die horribly after a half-hour exposure to the radioactive materials we generate today. Don’t tell me I’m uncaring."

Macrae’s eyes flashed at the rebuke. I leaned back in my chair and tried to ease the tension. “I feel no concern for your ‘at-risk’ citizens because I have no evidence they exist and you refuse to provide any information or proof. If I have any culpability, it’s for refusing to give strangers unconditional oversight over what my group says, where we go, and who we interact with for the rest of our lives.”

An awkward silence filled the room as I struggled to master my anger and outrage. I had been through similar conversations on four continents and the experience was getting old. I sighed and decided to stop shooting the messenger. “Let’s begin again. What do you want from us?”

Macrae opened her mouth to respond then reconsidered. After another uncomfortable pause, I held up my hand and spoke quietly. “Captain, your superiors sent you into the lion’s den with an incomplete brief. Let me explain my position.”

“Nearly every government in the world considers me and DI to be a potential threat. They have tried to acquire my displacement technology through force, guile and legislation. The security establishment is also pissed because I sell shield technologies to all governments and to private citizens. More importantly, I refuse to provide a back door that would allow the government or anyone else to remotely inactivate those shields.”

“I am still in business because I provide a useful service, I don’t challenge the political status quo, and thanks to my matter transporters, I have more money than God. In order to continue this work, I cannot sign secrecy documents with any government, corporation, group, or citizen. All my deals and activities must be fully transparent and above board.”

“Talk to your superiors. If this situation is truly a national emergency, they will find a way to speak to me openly and on the record."

I gestured toward Ari. "Please give Ari your contact information. He will send you a release affidavit for review. You can contact him if you want to schedule another meeting.”

Macrae stood and walked briskly to the door. Ari shook his head and followed her into the outer office.

I was forwarding the meeting video to the last of the secure data locations when Ari returned to the office. He went to the sideboard and poured two neat Bourbons. He handed me a glass and settled into recently vacated chair. “Jason, I wish you would learn a little tact.”

“I was within my rights,” I huffed.

“Doesn’t matter. Losers keep score. Losers want payback. You made Captain Macrae and her boss look bad. They’re going to make our life difficult.”

“Look bad? Hell, I thought she looked damned good.” I gave him the boyish grin. “You know,” I think we had a special moment there.”

Ari shook his head and laughed, “Yeah, that special moment just before you opened your mouth.”

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Seven Story Prompts for Romance Writers

9/9/2017

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In her article for Writers Digest, Leigh Michaels lays down "The Essential Elements of Writing a Romance Novel." This nice overview concentrates on the following requirements:

A hero and a heroine to fall in love
A problem that creates conflict and tension between them and threatens to keep them apart
A developing love that is so special it comes about only once in a lifetime
A resolution in which the problem is solved and the couple is united

Point number 2, the problem and conflict must also include the context in which the conflict happens. In providing this context, the reader often learns about new places, businesses, or fields of inquiry, making the story both educational and emotional.

Think of the context as the cup that constrains and shapes the story. We all want to consume goodness that lives within the cup, but the experience is enhanced by presenting that goodness a pretty or interesting vessel.

The goal of this post is to describe several different storytelling vessels that could be used to shape your next romantic story.

Boxers and Briefs
The protagonists include a sports attorney and an injured boxer or mixed martial arts fighter. Lots of room for backstory, contrasting worlds, intrigue, and conflict.

What the Frack!
The protagonists are an oil-field geologist and an environmentalist. They initially square off during a fact-finding meeting run by a state oversight committee. Thrown together during an Oklahoma earthquake, their personal interaction reaches the smoking point and eventually catches fire.

Altering Your Genes
Set amid the raging controversy on human genetic alterations, this story has many potential protagonists including single parent(s) whose child(ren) is/are impaired by a genetic mutation, the genetic purists who believe we shouldn't play God with the genetic code, the scientific team who developed methods for making the genetic changes, and political appointees have their own agenda. Look at CRISPR/Cas9 news articles for more background information.

Three Sheets to the Wind
The protagonists are a crusty marine racing engineer and a female racing captain. The woman is struggling to get ahead in this high-stakes, male-dominated field.

Mechanical Advantage
The protagonists in this story are a psychologist and a mechanical engineer. They are part of a team working with Gulf War veterans to develop better artificial limbs. They disagree on the ultimate goal of the project. Should they strive to create a prosthesis that mimics the flesh and blood version or should they push the envelope, giving the recipient enhanced strength and durability? How would these changes affect the injured soldier? Cyborg controversy. Would you be willing to have a normal arm amputated if replacement arm gave you enhanced abilities?

Backstory
A research librarian takes a historical fiction novelist to task for inaccuracies in his/her newest work. Respect and love blossom during their public/private arguments. The couple find they have more in common than they initially thought.

The Woollie Womb
With the recent sequencing of the woolly mammoth genome, there is an increasing desire to bring back these extinct animals. The protagonists are a genetic engineer and a large animal zoologist specializing in elephants. To bring back a woolly, the embryo would have to be carried in an elephant womb. This could have disastrous consequences for the host. Heated arguments turn into another kind of heat as the story progresses. Follow the link for more information. http://bit.ly/2xlKAPO and http://bit.ly/2xW5Pov

Well, there you have it-- seven settings for building your next romance story. Let me know how you like them.

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Inspiration and Tech Used in Disposal, Inc.

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by Bascomb James

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