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The Chronicles of Zeric Pt 2

Posted in Sci-Fi, Science, Short Stories, TBC on January 12, 2012 by drevolutionary1

September 14th, 2242

He was bald, beige colored and had shiny silken dark eyebrows, long eyelashes, and piercing dark brown eyes. Back on earth, his friends joked that he was a “pretty boy.” He was a world-class athlete having played Lacrosse, Rugby, and Jai alai in University, so he had an intense physique. Despite what outward confidence his physical appearance belied—the twenty-three year-old Quantaz Zeric had a few doubts about embarking on his journey to become a doctor. His father always wanted him to continue pursuing sports and compete in the Olympics, and his mother wanted him to become an artist—for Zeric was gifted with a creative mind. As Earth nationalists, both his parents definitely wanted him to remain on Earth. They believed in isolationism and thought that humans had no business meddling in the affairs of the other cultures of the galaxy.  However, Quantaz had other plans. After a summer of volunteering with one of the most renowned Medical Exobiologists treating alien visitors on earth, he was inspired to explore space and become a doctor himself. His parents wanted him close to home on Earth, but his ambitions drove him apply to for the Brenoran Academy for Exomedicine and get on the first solar transport away from Earth.

It was a long journey from Earth on a solar transport travelling at sub-light speeds, but he couldn’t afford any of the transports that could travel as light speeds, and his family certainly wasn’t going to help him in this endeavor. This was his first time in space, so in addition to his racing thoughts, he had been fighting space sickness. As he looked out the window into the empty vastness, the space station grew closer and closer as his heart beat faster and faster.

Just then, the conductor made an announcement. “All passengers, welcome to Brenora space station. This is the final stop on Solarix Travels. Please make sure to take all your belongings with you upon exiting the shuttle.”

Quantaz frantically scrambled for his baggage and then stepped off the solar transport. When the docking clamps locked and the pressurization cycle was complete, he raced off feeling extremely nauseous.

“Pull it together Q!” he thought. “You’ve avoided the space sickness the whole flight!” But it was too late. With a sound so ugly that it could only could be compared with the wail of Retroublian lymph worm, Zeric lost his lunch right at the entrance to the space station.

“Nice!” he heard a voice call out from somewhere in his periphery. “I think you have more variety of colors in your vomit than any other student I’ve seen with space sickness!”

Zeric looked up and noticed a strange purple man with short close cropped hair like cotton and a spotted face sporting a smirk of self-satisfaction.

“Galdren Sirinus of Brenora ” He held out his hand in a gesture to help up Quantaz. Quantaz accepted and the two of them shook hands.

“That’s kind of strange isn’t it? You waiting right here by the airlock? Have you been here all day watching people get off the transports?”

Galdren smiled. “Well, I’m just sizing up my competition. So far I haven’t met anyone that’s a challenge to my valedictory pursuits.”

“Valedictorian? Classes haven’t even started yet! Besides, the valedictorian is right in front of you!”

Galdren briefly scanned his surroundings in bewilderment. Both the men stared at each other for a few seconds until they burst out into laughter.

“I didn’t catch your name.”

“My name’s Quantaz Zeric. Sometimes people call me ‘Q,’ but you can call me whatever you’d like.”

Galdren put his arm around Quantaz’s shoulder. “Well Mr. Zeric, let’s go find out our housing assignments!”

Zeric’s first year at the Brenoran Academy for Exomedicine (BAFEX) proved very challenging. More challenging than he ever thought. However, he was committed to not giving up. He never gave up on anything he set his mind to. This was no different. His friendly rivalry with Gladren helped him develop a true friendship he reckoned could withstand the test of time. Zeric hid the fact that his medical endeavors ensured exile from his family back on Earth, and all of his other friends were scattered through his home system. But as he and Gladren grew closer, they shared secrets. On holidays and special occasions, Zeric spent time with Galdren and got to meet his family back on his home planet, Brenora Prime. The Brennites were an extremely friendly species and good relations with humans. Galdren’s family was more than willing to take in Zeric, and even game him a Brennite nickname, “Zerooni.” This was what Galdren always wanted—to learn about alien cultures and expand his horizons. Little did he know what his academic pursuits would hold in store for him.

The Chronicles of Dr. Zeric Pt. 1

Posted in Sci-Fi, Science, Short Stories with tags , , on November 20, 2010 by drevolutionary1

May 16th, 2262

“Well, Dr. Zeric, will you tell me what I need to know, or will I have to coax it out of you?” said the figure that emerged from the shadows.

The searing pain of betrayal still resided in him as he contemplated how he could have been played so easily. His scientific curiosity blinded him as to what they really wanted to do with his research. But maybe the real issue was that his closest friend lied to his face. That his closest friend knew what was really going on the whole time.

Dr. Zeric was still somewhat groggy from the more than sufficient dose of inoxolene he was given. His head was still spinning and the whirring and buzzing of computer panels were not helping. He mustered up enough strength to realize where he was and what he had to do.

“Galdren, it’s not too late for you to stop this,” said Quantaz as he struggled with his restraints. “Do you really want to do this?”

As Galdren began circling Dr. Zeric like a vulture, his face became full of disgust.

“You’re so naive. You always have been. You think everyone is motivated by good and righteousness. That no one will try to get over on you. Guess that’s what you get for staying locked up in the lab away from the rest of the world. Well, my friend, I feel it is my duty to disabuse of your false notions. I’ll have to extract what I need from your memory engrams.”

Dr. Zeric shuddered. He knew that memory engram extraction caused permanent brain damage.

“Galdren, this is madness! What did they tell you? What did they give you?”

“Oh Zeric, you and I both know what benefits I will reap from this. The investors are already on board and now all we need is that little secret you’re keeping from us.”

Galdren walked over to the window and gazed upon the empty vastness of space. With a laugh he continued, “You’re being awfully selfish.”

“SELFISH?!! How dare you Galdren! What you’re doing is flying in the face of all that is right and just! You have to take a step back and think about this… what it will really mean if you go through with it! We’re talking about contamination of the gene pool… who knows what kind of effect this will have on the future? What kind of causality loops it could cause!”

“Do you think I care? There is so much potential for this discovery! Aren’t you curious to see where the fruits of our labor could land us? Don’t you want to be recognized for your… for our accomplishments?”

“Galdren there was a reason why I stopped with MY research. It was unethical and with each passing night I could not live with myself knowing what I could create. I felt the same way Einstein did after he helped create that atom bomb. If you look within your conscience you’ll see that I’m…”

“I’ve had enough of this. You think you have the moral high road, so there’s no reasoning with you. I’m just going to have to take what I want by force.”

A small needle found its way into the base of Dr. Zeric’s neck. He fell unconscious. Galdren hit a buzzer and two very tall, very muscular orderlies came into the room. Tim and Grim, as they were called, were menacing twins.

“The inoxolene should have him knocked out for a while longer. Prep him for the engram extraction.” Galdren hit another button and the restraints were released. The two orderlies smiled as if they were about to pounce upon fresh meat. They collected Dr. Zeric’s unconscious body and awaited further instruction.

Incoming transmission from Zenvar Prime, a cool emotionless male voice stated.

“Take him to Room 3,” Galdren told the orderlies. “ARICS, patch me through to that transmission.”

Transmission feed active. ARICS replied.

A viewscreen in the room displayed a haggard pale face. The lines worn in the man’s face betrayed a sense of desperation commingled with exasperation.

“Greetings Galdren”

“Hello Mr. Selak. What can I do for you?”

“I’m checking in on your progress with retrieving that sensitive information. I didn’t give you an unlimited crew and resources just to let you gallivant around the galaxy, now did I?” Selak grinned.

“No sir, you didn’t. Things have just been taking a little longer than I… uh… expected,” said Galdren nervously. “But rest assured, sir. I will have everything we need by the time I reach Zenvar Prime”

“I hope so Galdren. For your sake. Selak out.”

Just then Gladren heard the clanking of metal trays and a loud thud outside of his room in the corridor. He rushed to find the source of the noise and when he arrived in the corridor both Tim and Grim lay subdued on the floor moaning in pain.

“What happened!?!” Galdren shouted. “ARICS, locate Dr. Zeric!”

Dr Zeric is in shuttle bay 2.

“Damn it! You fools! ARICS, open a channel in shuttle bay 2!”

Channel open.

Zeric you’re not going to get away from me that easily! You have nowhere to go! You don’t know where you are either. I WILL find you,” he shouted. “I will hunt you down to the ends of the galaxy for your secret!”

“Goodbye Galdren,” Zeric said as he smirked and initiated the launch sequence in his shuttle. The launch bay doors were closed, but Zeric was going to punch his way through.

“I hope what my shuttle is made of is stronger than these launch bay doors,” Zeric said nervously. “Here we go!”

With a gesture across his touchscreen the shuttle launched. Now all that was on his side was luck and a will to survive. But as long as he was alive Galdren would be chasing after him. What a dilemma…

reflections on human will and ‘The Force’

Posted in 2009 Resolutions, Health/Fitness, Personal Life, Sci-Fi with tags , , , , , , , on January 6, 2009 by drevolutionary1

Oh George Lucas, thank you for Star Wars!

I think one of your best creations are the Jedi. I love what they represent. Jedi can access a supernatural essence called ‘The Force’ that can allow great mental and physical enhancement by using:

  • patience
  • calm
  • equanimity
  • control
  • discipline

I think these are all traits for which we strive. Contrast this with the Sith, who can also access the force, but using:

  • anger
  • fear
  • disorder
  • chaos
  • hatred

We all have a little Jedi and Sith inside of us.

The question is, to what extent are the two balanced? To what extent is it healthy to follow each set of values? Somehow using the dark side always ends up in someone’s hands being cut off:

Goshdarnet Dooku, that smarts!

"Goshdarnet Dooku, that smarts!"

But I digress. Of course Star Wars draws it’s concepts from other mythology and belief. I’m thinking Yin and Yang here (many others I’m sure).

So how do I want to harness ‘the force?’ I think the force is analogous to our spirit and willpower. I could focus my being and energies on chaos and incite mass destruction and achieve great results. On the other hand I could employ great control and discipline and channel my intelligence to creating a cure for diseases.

I want to be more Jedi-like because I sometimes have a problem with discipline and will power. There are several goals I have for 2009 for which developing Jedi-like habits will help:

  1. learn to love myself more: some housekeeping is in order!
  2. lose weight: I’m currently around 300 lbs. Let’s set a modest goal of 30 lbs loss before graduation (May 9, 2009)
  3. develop healthy sleeping patterns: bed by 12 at latest
  4. change what/when/why/how often I eat: to supplant my plans to lose weight. Modifying these factors can really have an effect on metabolism
  5. finish off my last semester: so I can graduate
  6. finish a short term project of my research at school
  7. achieve acceptance into a post-bac program
  8. get a 30 – 35 on the MCAT
  9. complete MD/PhD applications

It is most important however, in any endeavor to have balance. Both the Jedi and Sith were extremes of ideals. This was never mentioned in any movies, but in the Star Wars universe, there also exists the Jensaarai. They mixed Jedi and Sith teachings. I think they are more accurate presentation of how one may control or use the force. In my goals I will keep balance in mind.

Now. Let’s get crackin’!

listen to the Talaxian

Posted in Love, Musings, Sci-Fi with tags , , , , , on January 4, 2009 by drevolutionary1

For anyone who knows me, it’s no surprise that I’m a total Star Trek fanboy—especially for Star Trek Voyager. I was particularly moved to write this post upon watching an episode entitled ‘Unforgettable.’

Chakotay, the first officer of Voyager falls in love with a member of an alien species called the Ramuran. The Ramuran go at great lengths not to be remembered by anyone they encounter—employing such things as space pheromones and computer viruses (crazy, right?). The alien, Kellin, originally was aboard Voyager. On a mission to hunt a rogue Ramuran, she falls in love with Chakotay. But after her departure the crew, including Chakotay, forget it ever happened.

But Kellin is still in love after leaving and travels back to Voyager to see if she can get Chakotay to remember her so that they may fall in love again. She is also seeking asylum because her people will not allow her to remind the crew of Voyager—or anyone else—of their existence. Chakotay doesn’t remember their love, but Kellin succeeds in making him fall in love with her again. But at the last moment as Voyager tries to escape the Ramurans, they wipe Kellin’s memory. Chakotay tries to remind her that they were in love, just as she did. However, he fails. Remembering nothing, Kellin is compelled by her cultural laws to leave those in her wake without memory of her or her species existence.

Again, because no one may remember their existence, after they leave Chakotay tires to make a written record—the only thing he knows that Ramuran technology cannot affect. He scribbles furiously on paper (so antiquated for the 24th century!) Mr. Neelix, a Talaxian and Voyager‘s chef and morale officer approaches him. In the following dialogue from the show, Mr. Neelix says something quite profound:

[Mess hall]

NEELIX: More coffee, Commander?
CHAKOTAY: No, thanks. I’m almost done.
NEELIX: Strange to see you using those ancient writing implements.
CHAKOTAY: It’s the only way I could get a permanent record of what’s happened in the last few days. I want to get it down before I forget it all.
NEELIX: I’m sorry things didn’t work out for you.
CHAKOTAY: I’ve been trying to make sense of it. I fell in love with her twice. I thought she could do the same. We were the same two people on the same ship. Why didn’t it happen again? I keep going over and over our last conversation, trying to think if there was something I could have said, could have done, but nothing comes to mind.
NEELIX: Commander, I don’t think you can analyze love. It’s the greatest mystery of all. No one knows why it happens or doesn’t. Love is a chance combination of elements. Any one thing might be enough to keep it from igniting. A mood, a glance, a remark. And if we could define love, predict it, it would probably lose its power. I’ll let you finish.
CHAKOTAY: Good night.

I’ve never been in love—but I’d like to know the feeling. This dialogue emphasized something for me. I over-analyze matters like this too much (as I do everything else!). I am also anxious and impatient with things. I think I’ll take a lesson from Neelix and loosen up a bit. If I try to make love a science—define it and predict it—I’ll get nowhere.