every woman on tumblr should have this on their dash
And every man
Look how nobody’s yelling or arguing or making things into a competition. Look how this is to straight up educate people through a different perspective. Look how effective that makes the message.
A short Promo episode of what would have been the Animated Series of Buffy.
Why was this never a real thing? And why doesn’t someone start a kick starter or whatever to make this a real thing?
I’d still donate today.
Another chapter in the saga of Space Ape.
“The renewal is still a few years off, ” John said.
A million Arkadys rolled their eyes. “It’s happening now. Not just in talk, but in what’s happening day-to-day down there. When we first arrived, and for twenty years after that, Mars was like Antarctica but even purer. We were outside the world, we didn’t even own things-some clothes, a lectern, and that was it! Now you know what i think, John. This arrangement resembles the prehistoric way to live, and it therefore feels right to us, because our brains recognize it from three millions of years practicing it. In essence our brains grew to their current configuration in response to the realities of life. So as a response people grow powerfully attached to that kind of life, when they get a chance to live it. It allows you to concentrate your attention on the real work, which means everything that is done to stay alive, or make things, or satisfy one’s curiosity, or play. That is utopia, John, especially for primitives and scientists, which is to say everybody. So a scientific research station is actually a little model of prehistoric utopia, carved out of the transnational money economy by clever primates who want to live well.”
“You’d think everyone would want to join, ” John said.
“Yes, and they might, but it isn’t being offered to them. And that means it wasn’t a true utopia. We clever primate scientists were willing to carve out islands for ourselves, rather than work to create such conditions for everyone. And so in reality, the islands are part of the transnational order. They are paid for, they are never truly free, there is never a case of truly pure research. Because the people who pay for the scientist islands will eventually want a return on their investment. And now we are entering that time. A return is being demanded for our island. We were not doing pure research, you see, but applied research. And with the discovery of strategic metals the application has become clear. And so it all comes back, and we have a return of ownership, and prices, and wages. The whole profit system. The little scientific station is being turned into a mine, with the usual mining attitude toward the land over the treasure. And the scientists are being asked, What you do, how much is it worth? They are being asked to do their work for pay, and the profit of their work is to be given over to the owners of the businesses they are suddenly working for.”
“I don’t work for anyone,” John said.
“Well, but you work on the terraforming project, and who pays for that?”
John tried out Sax’s answer: “The sun.”
Arkady hooted. “Wrong! It’s not the sun and some robots, it’s human time, a lot of it. And those humans have to eat and so on. And so someone is providing for them, for us, because we have not bothered to set up a life where we provide for ourselves.”
John frowned. “Well, in the beginning we had to have that help. That was billions of dollars of equipment flown up here. Lots of work time, like you say.”
“Yes, it’s true. But once we arrived we could have focused all our efforts on making ourselves self-sufficient and independent, and then paid them back and been done with them. But we didn’t, and now the loan sharks are here. Look, back in the beginning, if someone were to ask us who made more money, you or me, it would have been impossible to say, right?”
“A meaningless question. But now you ask, and we have to confer. Do you consult for anybody?”
“Me neither. But Phyllis consults for Amex, and Subarashii, and Armscor. And Frank consults for Honeywell-Messerschmidt, and GE, and Boeing, and Subarashii. And so on. They are richer than us. And in this system richer is more powerful.”
We’ll see about that, John thought. But he didn’t want to make Arkady laugh again, so he didn’t say it.
“And it’s happening everywhere on Mars,” Arkady said. Around them the clouds of Arkadys waved their arms, looking like a Tibetan mandala of red-haired demons. “And naturally there are people who notice what’s going on. Or i tell them. And this is what you must understand, John-there are people who will fight to keep things the way they were. There are people who loved the feel of the life as a scientist primitive, so much that they will refuse to give it up without a fight.”
“So the sabotages…”
“Yes! Perhaps some of them are done by these people. It is counterproductive, i think, but they don’t agree. Mostly the sabotage is done by people who want to keep Mars the way it was before we arrived. I am not one of those. But i am one of those who will fight to keep Mars from becoming a free zone for transnational mining. To keep us all from becoming happy slaves for some executive class, walled in its fortress mansion.” He faced John, and out of the corner of his eye John saw around them an infinity of confrontations. “Don’t you feel the same?”
How do protesters stay in contact with each other when the government has shut down or censored Internet and mobile networks? Simple: You don’t use either.
Meet Open Garden’s FireChat, the messenger app protesters in Hong Kong have been using to circumvent government attempts to prevent them from organizing by blocking social networks like Instagram. Instead of relying on a single website or government-controlled networks, FireChat uses a technology called mesh networking for its “Nearby” chat mode.
Maya shook her head. They were sending a bad signal, and revealing what the video reports had so far hidden, that the group was splintering into rival cliques. Which indicated Maya’s own lack of control over the Russian half of the expedition. She was about to ask Nadia to take over the reporting job as a favor to her when Phyllis and some of her friends in Torus B volunteered for the job. Maya, laughing at the expression on Arkady’s face, gave it to them. Arkady pretended not to care. Irritated, Maya said in Russian, “You know you’ve missed a chance! A chance to shape our reality, in effect!”
“Not our reality, Maya. Their reality. And I don’t care what they think.”
I’ve read this book and its sequels probably a dozen times, and each visit brings a new discovery for me. But none of those visits will compare to the first; not least because I know how the story of each character ends. But… there’s a beauty in that, too.