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a character study of immortal Scully, in a deep dystopian future inspired by Das Ding by @teethnbone for my a-level coursework as such no names only pronouns; about 800 words; rated g; cw implied major character death; tagging @today-in-fic
Sputtering, she awoke with a start, latching onto her clinical surroundings and chalky bedsheets. Something was different; she felt it in the pit of her stomach where she usually feels nothing. Running a hand over her face, she collected her consciousness and pieced together the puzzle between her nightmare so long ago and the now. Rarely did she muse on her past: so many regrets. She felt much deceived by her unconscious state to spring it on her as such. She lifted herself from the military style cot of the refugee camp, stepping barefoot onto the concrete ground, away from neighbouring survivors and towards the silence of the utilitarian kitchen. She winced as the coffee-substitute machine spurshed into life. She looked out of the grey porthole whilst she waited, losing herself again in the dream.
She first spied the signs of aging in her husband as one first comes to notice tiny threads of silk spider webs aloft in the corners of the ceiling in one’s old home; a hint of the delicate lines capturing the light of the morning sun out of the corner of one’s eye. He smiled at her one morning—over something as mundane and as trivial as a cup of coffee—tiny creases around his eyes bore shadows in his skin in the autumn sun, time weaving its inevitable web around him. His smile that warmed her that autumn morning instead delivers a pang of guilt, shot straight to the heart in its cold, lonely comparison.
She watched the snow drift over the ground buried some feet deep. It was nothing like she had witnessed this close to the earth’s equator and a sardonic voice lingers in the back of her mind, hissing sentiments that the world is as cold as her muscles in her memories and her heart. Nothing lived forever—not even the world—except she.
Clasping her hands together, she continues her dream.
Her fingers slipped around the calloused planes of his hand resolutely—not yet desperately—as they stood before the window, watching the red and orange leaves tumble and fall. He made a comment about the crimson of her hair in the vibrancy of the leaves, and she replied with a remark about the creaking of the old wooden frame of the window and his aging joints, her words muffled in the depth of her coffee mug, her smirk creeping around the sides.
Hindsight had twisted her memory like the prick of a thorn protecting the desirable rose to be picked, like a wasted summers day, like the bittersweet coffee that she had drunk that very morning.
She remembered his face fondly: kind hazel eyes, the quick quirk of his lips, scratchy beard that grazed her skin when he hugged her closer, nuzzling his affection. These things were constants she remembered, untouched by time constructing itself upon his face. His character remained, shone through the web of age, through the gaps in her memory. Yet these she knew but could not picture—like ideas: simple phrases she had to remind herself—but the true detail of his face was lost forever to her. A dark intangible shadow in an infinite fog.
“What are you thinking?” the ghost whispered in her ear, although she only heard it in her mind.
“How much I wish I could remember, my love.”
He moved with a gust of wind like a ghost around the quiet room of the camp kitchen, rustling the ancient paper posters, crumbling away from their tacks. She took a sip of bitter coffee from the enamel tin cup, dichotomously cold and hot, her fingers freezing, her tongue burning. The cup was unforgiving and impersonal, a far cry from the old, loved cup that she had held in her memory centuries ago. She missed that cup.
It wasn’t often nowadays that she had such intrusive thoughts. The simplicity of the cup she held in her hand left her lacking, wishing for the feeling of warmth, that dim sensation that lurked at the back of her consciousness. And with that old almost forgotten feeling, she wished to lean against his shoulder; feel his heat and strength and love. Wishing for that complexity of the human spectrum of expression and emotion where she had been reduced to the cold beat of survival.
Her brow pinched in disquiet defeat, she slowly closed her eyes against the world and sighed. “I wonder, if I had tried, if I could love you still—know what that means: to love.”
She shivered when she felt a familiar cool presence pass through—his hands gently resting upon her shoulders as he leaned down to kiss her cheek. She rested her head against the cushion of cool air to the side of her—tried to imagine.
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# A Conversation with History: George Dyson and the Lessons of the Past
Twenty-three years ago, I embarked on a journey that would lead me to the stars. That journey began with an unusual choice: we hired a historian, George Dyson, to be part of Blue Origin from the very beginning. Now, you might think this choice was driven by a bit of hubris, but it was more than that. We recognized we were standing on the precipice of something monumental—a moment in history that was unique and fleeting. With George on board, we aimed not just to reach for the heavens but to document the process, to capture the spirit of innovation and ambition as it unfolded.
George, with his insatiable curiosity, proposed an unconventional approach to history. He had us print out documents and meticulously collect them in a box. This act was deeply symbolic. In a world where we increasingly rely on digital media, much of our historical record is at risk of slipping into the ether, lost forever in the digital void. I found this notion about the preservation of history intriguing; the tangible weight of printed words versus the ephemeral nature of digital existence. It underscored why George was an essential addition to our team. He was not just an observer of history; he was a guardian of it.
Beyond his role as a historian, George is one of the most delightful individuals I've encountered. He carries an intensity of humility, paired with a world-class intellect, that is both disarming and inspiring. Unlike many who pursue accolades and credentials, George has chosen a different path, yet his insights and knowledge are profound.
He is, of course, the son of the renowned physicist Freeman Dyson, who passed away a year ago at the remarkable age of 99. Freeman was not just an intellect in physics; he was a visionary who contributed to a spectrum of scientific fields. Many concepts we grapple with today in our quest to understand the universe trace back to his groundbreaking work. The memory of Freeman looms large, especially when considering the environment that shaped George’s upbringing—immersed in brilliance at the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton, surrounded by other scientific giants like John Von Neumann and Albert Einstein. Growing up in such an extraordinary atmosphere forged George into a unique character, full of wisdom and stories.
I'm thrilled to finally share my conversation with George, recorded in the cozy confines of his tavern in Bellingham, Washington. This quaint establishment, echoing with the sounds of passing trains, serves as both a pub and a creative workshop. You see, George's journey has been as unconventional as his choice of venue. In his twenties, he embraced a minimalist lifestyle, living barefoot in a treehouse, an adventure that defined his early years. He later used the earnings from his first book to purchase the very tavern where we converse, a symbol of his passion for history and storytelling.
As you’ll hear in the interview, the background noise from the trains might disrupt the audio at times, but it also adds to the charm of our discussion—a reminder of life rolling forward, just as history does. I want to apologize for the audio inconsistencies; it’s a small hiccup in a rich tapestry of conversation.
If you want to dig deeper into George’s mind and explore the fascinating world of ideas that shaped his life and thoughts, I encourage you to check out his works, including "Darwin Among the Machines," "Project Orion: The True Story of the Atomic Spaceship," and "Turing’s Cathedral: The Origins of the Digital Universe." George's insights are invaluable, and his perspective on the intersection of technology and humanity is critical as we navigate our own path to the stars.
This conversation is not just an introduction to George Dyson; it’s a journey into the heart of history itself—a conversation with one of its keenest observers. Enjoy!
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Deep Future is DJ, musician and producer, AKA Irish electronic music artist Brian Durkin continues to excite the international music world with his unique sound, blending his love of synths and melody with deep grooving house creating a brand and signature sound easily recognized. His work can be found on labels like Gruuv Records, Noir Music & Keno Records and now Large with his debut EP.
Tracklist:
01. Fulbert - Feel It - Foul & Sunk
02. Roberto Rodriguez - Sixth Non Sense - Room with a View
03. Jimpster - Towards The Seer (Andre Lodemann Remix) - Freerange
04. Full Intention - Octavia - Full Intention
05. Kyodai - Breaking (Roberto Rodriguez Remix) - Local Talk
06. Akabu, Giom, Kamara - Again (Joey Negro Strip Mix) - Z Records
07. Deep Future - Attraction (Original Mix) - Large Music
08. Mano Le Tough - Everything you've Done Before(Dixon Remix) - Permanent Vacation
09. Deetron feat. Ben Westbeech - Rhythm (Karizma Kaytronik) (Deep Future Edit) - Music Man
10. Kyodai - Music Rises Up (Claptone Remix) - Exploited
11. Downtown Party Network - Space Me Out (Mario Basanov Remix) - Silence Music
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