Drinking water cold enough to make me shiver. I need to get ready to go to sewing class.
If I promoted my Mass Effect fanfic here, do you think it would gain me more readers?
Class M planet. If there’s one phrase from TV sci-fi that annoys me, it has to be that one. (NB: we don’t talk about Cylons with plans. Ever. Seriously.) While I appreciate that the production crew needing convenient pseudo-technical shorthands for the audiences, I can’t help but feel that a whole world of interesting complexity is being glossed over.
Should there ever be such a thing as a Class M planet in fiction?
My answer is: probably not.
Let me amend that slightly. It’s quite reasonable that there should be planets were a normally-dressed human’s life expectancy can be better-measured in months rather than minutes. However, this does not mean that the planet in question is some sort of bland and colourless Earth-clone. (Do we really want all of our fictional planets to look like the patch of scrubland behind the TV studio offices? I don’t!)
So a question that interests me is, how will local astronomical factors affect a human visitor’s experience of a planet?
Needless to say, I have some thoughts :)
and a bonus:
Probably my reaction to that heartbreaking transcription of the dialogues between renegade!femShep and Kaidan (ME1). I needed to draw some shenko cuteness to compensate.
Characters: Joker, Kaidan. Past Shenko.
Rating: T, mention of off-screen character death.
Once upon a time, Joker had been proud to be carrying a Spectre on board his ship. If you weren’t a naturally chatty guy, sometimes the longest conversations you had in a duty shift were those with traffic control, and saying "Spectre business" had a way of making them amazingly cooperative.
The perk of being the pilot. The simple pleasures of life.
In another lifetime.
He was still the pilot of Normandy. He still did his job. Get the ship from point A to point B without anything exciting happening. His job description didn’t include that he had to care too much about the mission they were on. They’d been doing mostly stealth recon or stealth courier work, which was what the ship had been originally intended for after all. The Alliance kept them busy, always ready with assignments for them, even if now and then it was make-work to make them look busy.
But even then sometimes, Shepard overrode them. Like now.
This wasn’t the first time she’d instructed them to ferry Kaidan to his mission, but only the second time ever they actually did it. Twice now, Adams had arranged a delay that made them miss the rendez-vous, forcing Kaidan to take another ship. An engineering diagnostic over an error that could’ve waited a few days, and a detour to check out a too-old distress signal.
But doing it a third time would’ve strained credibility. So here they were, again.