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    Designing Science Fiction...
    The course will be loosely inspired by the movie (and the book) The Man who Fell to Earth in which David Bowie plays an extraterrestrial visitor...
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    Where forward thinking terrestrials share ideas and information about the state of the species, their planet and the universe, living the lives of science fiction. Introduction
    Featuring Powers of Ten by Charles and Ray Eames, based on an idea by Kees Boeke.
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    Like a soft rainbow
    looking in the glass
    one two three
    it’s mass pass rafs…

    Shit. What was it? I’ve gotta get outta here. He’s such a fuck up I can’t stand it anymore.

    Like a soft rainbow
    looking in the glass
    one two three…

    What was it? What the hell was it? moss?

    Like a soft rainbow
    looking in the glass
    one two three
    it’s moss pass rafs…

    Dammit! Excuse me sir can I ask you a question?

    Neef.

    Ooen lel dor estbugh, ek loot frav ubon dorg, deet askkool tet?

    Graff uool cord u.

    Neef?

    Neef.

    Whatever. Of course he doesn’t know, why would he, the stasis. Ok. Ok. Slow down. Maybe it was mass pass traas?

    Like a soft rainbow
    looking in the glass
    one two three
    it’s mass pass trass…

    The cylinder trips and wails, a cloud rises and the tide cracks. An opening forms and Apol lunges but falls shy. Her short dress isn’t much protection and her knee shows blood.

    Oot crot tude! Fucken tool dirll.

    I’m back. Heeeeeeeey. Hat la ha! Let me see, let me see. Ooooooo. Blood. Oh, you still have some seed. I know we just met but can I niss bool?

    Are you kidding me? We did just meet. I’m not crazy. I don’t spread.

    I know, I know, you’re right. O.k, so. So. So. Let me finish my story…

    Affen tul let er voule?

    No. no. no. no. come on? Right now? Osen er tule dot.

    It was wet. Rain. so. Clean stuff, real stuff. And there was so much that nobody had to pilfer. Yauv dil el pross. And I found a place at the point and for a moment I was totally alone. Broken but alone. And I had a image that circumvented. If clowns ruled the sphere then would laughter still be outlawed? Would…


    Apol couldn’t take it. She didn’t care and wasn’t interested or listening. She knew the fucking cyber seat should loose the primal recognition. She had to get back and it was now or never. But it’s never easy moving a mountain. Yet then again it was only written. Wrote. Wrought. Wrun teel trot.

    Like a soft rainbow
    looking in the glass
    one two three
    it’s moss poss trass…

    The cylinder trips and wails, a cloud rises and the tide cracks. An opening forms and Apol lunges. She’s on and in, around the surround. It’s only the chord now, rising or descending. She’s too young to trip horizontal.

    Epoch. Epoch. It’s only air. And dust. The Aether rebuilding from scratch and lust.

    Dad? Daddy? Not today I guess.
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