What the hell? I didn't post that. I tried to post a thorough summary of this thread. Goddammit, where is my post, and who is posting under my name? Commander Taco, I want a new identity!
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I've been trying to put this story together in my mind all day; I mean, this could be the Big Thing, right? This could be the one where I end up with a really good job. And so there's been this cheesy, Sat-morn electro tune flitting through my Personal Soundtrack(tm). And every now and then I hear, flitting through the acoustics, some barely recognizable, far-off lyrics: "Jane, his wife!", "Daughter Judy", and "His boy, Elroy." You have no idea how helpful this could be. The only thing missing from this story has been some sort of monolith.
Never mind this namby-pamby insistence on structural purity! The only thing that counts is putting carbon where it's wanted, when it's wanted. When ya' can spray the forward bow o' me ship with a good friction-resistent coating, without yet another buer-ass tug trip to the next vacuum dock, then maybe I's ready to fork up some credits for a convenience like that. Bustlin' down through an atmosphere eats up profits; diamond don't burn like water during a trip, but it sure takes its costs at each end! (And I told you people leave me alone about Sihgs!)
There's an intermediate step you have failed to anticipate. Diamonds are simple crystal--carbon laid out in definite, easily-described pattern. Genetics is knowledge (and eventually) skill at assembling more-complex crystals at an octave higher level of organization. Don't expect this civilization's advances to plot out in obvious linear sequence... it's all happening at once. Except for that mad scientist in New Hampshire messing with the nominal transportation schemes this culture is prepared for.
There's no excuse ofr slppoiness.
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What the hell? I didn't post that. I tried to post a thorough summary of this thread. Goddammit, where is my post, and who is posting under my name? Commander Taco, I want a new identity!
I disavow any knowledge of any person posting under my nmae.
Has anyone elver postd undre your nmae?
I've been trying to put this story together in my mind all day; I mean, this could be the Big Thing, right? This could be the one where I end up with a really good job. And so there's been this cheesy, Sat-morn electro tune flitting through my Personal Soundtrack(tm). And every now and then I hear, flitting through the acoustics, some barely recognizable, far-off lyrics: "Jane, his wife!", "Daughter Judy", and "His boy, Elroy." You have no idea how helpful this could be. The only thing missing from this story has been some sort of monolith.
Never mind this namby-pamby insistence on structural purity! The only thing that counts is putting carbon where it's wanted, when it's wanted. When ya' can spray the forward bow o' me ship with a good friction-resistent coating, without yet another buer-ass tug trip to the next vacuum dock, then maybe I's ready to fork up some credits for a convenience like that. Bustlin' down through an atmosphere eats up profits; diamond don't burn like water during a trip, but it sure takes its costs at each end! (And I told you people leave me alone about Sihgs!)
There's an intermediate step you have failed to anticipate. Diamonds are simple crystal--carbon laid out in definite, easily-described pattern. Genetics is knowledge (and eventually) skill at assembling more-complex crystals at an octave higher level of organization. Don't expect this civilization's advances to plot out in obvious linear sequence... it's all happening at once. Except for that mad scientist in New Hampshire messing with the nominal transportation schemes this culture is prepared for. There's no excuse ofr slppoiness.