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Scott Abukoff (M, 25) Los Angeles, US Immortal since May 10, 2007 Uplinks: 0, Generation 1 |
SpaceCollective
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.
Toshiba has shown us the future of television in the form of the most unwieldy contraption I’ve ever seen.
Looking like a cross between a space helmet and some sort of industrial grade hair dryer, the prototype system is said to provide an all-encompasssing 360-degree television experience on its massive convex screen.
Here the arms are fully extended and preparing to break off. Video coming soon.
The capsule opens and begins to sprout rotating weights. When these weights get to full size and speed, they will be relased simultaneously, propelling the capsule through space.
Flying through space, this capsule has rotating segments that regulate magnetic poles within the space capsule.
LAX Scene 1: Restroom Stall
Painfully artificial light of fluorescent tubes.
Instrumental musak coming from the public address system from the circles in the acoustic tile.
The floor and stall is clean, except for a phone number for the best fuck in Seattle on the inside of the stall door.
Its a fairly busy restroom, the character can observe the actions of others by peeking through the gap beside the door.
The adjacent stalls remain empty until the end of the scene.
First person point of view.
At first, the character is overwhelmingly excited with notably increased heartbeat and breathing.
Knowing he must keep his composure, the character calms down, and begins to make observations about the surroundings.
It is not long before the character realizes that his environment is far from ideal, and should be avoided.
The character promptly stands up, opens the door and turns right, exiting the scene.
The camera remains in the position of the seated first person view.
The camera sees the character stand and exit, showing the back of a man in a black suit.
The scene closes with a view from inside the stall with the door open, the sink and mirror in the background, and people walking past.
LAX Scene 2: Outdoors
Smoggy day. Limited visibility. Not a cloud in the brownish-blue sky.
"The white curb is for the immediate loading and unloading of passengers only. Any unattended car parked along the white curb will be towed."
The smell of car, taxi, shuttle bus exhaust fill the air. The traffic is thick, occasional car horn.
The environment is covered with signage, and is easily navigable by newcomers.
First person point of view.
The character is an passive observer.
The camera is used to capture specific observations by zooming to frame each thought.
Most of the things the camera zooms to are found to be disappointing by the character and the viewer.
Polluted sky, polluted streets. The overall manor of the public is depressing and miserable. It seems like nobody wants to be here.
Painfully artificial light of fluorescent tubes.
Instrumental musak coming from the public address system from the circles in the acoustic tile.
The floor and stall is clean, except for a phone number for the best fuck in Seattle on the inside of the stall door.
Its a fairly busy restroom, the character can observe the actions of others by peeking through the gap beside the door.
The adjacent stalls remain empty until the end of the scene.
First person point of view.
At first, the character is overwhelmingly excited with notably increased heartbeat and breathing.
Knowing he must keep his composure, the character calms down, and begins to make observations about the surroundings.
It is not long before the character realizes that his environment is far from ideal, and should be avoided.
The character promptly stands up, opens the door and turns right, exiting the scene.
The camera remains in the position of the seated first person view.
The camera sees the character stand and exit, showing the back of a man in a black suit.
The scene closes with a view from inside the stall with the door open, the sink and mirror in the background, and people walking past.
LAX Scene 2: Outdoors
Smoggy day. Limited visibility. Not a cloud in the brownish-blue sky.
"The white curb is for the immediate loading and unloading of passengers only. Any unattended car parked along the white curb will be towed."
The smell of car, taxi, shuttle bus exhaust fill the air. The traffic is thick, occasional car horn.
The environment is covered with signage, and is easily navigable by newcomers.
First person point of view.
The character is an passive observer.
The camera is used to capture specific observations by zooming to frame each thought.
Most of the things the camera zooms to are found to be disappointing by the character and the viewer.
Polluted sky, polluted streets. The overall manor of the public is depressing and miserable. It seems like nobody wants to be here.
The space colony launched in 1995 out of Geneva, Switzerland as part of a project to preserve the human species.
The space colony holds 200 people, and is about the size of a Wal-Mart.
Mother and child are seperated at birth, adults do not choose who they fornicate with.
Daily life is much in physical isolation. The physical isolation is coupled with complete immersion of the virtual world.
In what we refer to as the early days of the internet, technology was in reality, far beyond even what it is today. The technology was invented and then sold to the public little by little - making an illusion of "new" technology to maximize and prolong profits.
The real technology went to space - a colony that can only make money by excersizing, and witnessed the growth of Earth's internet.
Scott Abukoff 6-05-07
The space colony holds 200 people, and is about the size of a Wal-Mart.
Mother and child are seperated at birth, adults do not choose who they fornicate with.
Daily life is much in physical isolation. The physical isolation is coupled with complete immersion of the virtual world.
In what we refer to as the early days of the internet, technology was in reality, far beyond even what it is today. The technology was invented and then sold to the public little by little - making an illusion of "new" technology to maximize and prolong profits.
The real technology went to space - a colony that can only make money by excersizing, and witnessed the growth of Earth's internet.
Scott Abukoff 6-05-07
The Night
Before
It takes a minimum two hours of exercise a day for each adult to generate the
energy they will need for that day. For the last eight months I have been exercising
10 hours a day so that I can save up enough energy to be able to buy the
most expensive thing this space colony has to offer - a ten-day trip to Earth! I've
finally saved enough. I'm leaving first thing tomorrow.
I've never kept a journal, but part of the agreement of the trip to earth was that
I document my experience so that I can come back to share it. All we have to
learn about earth is it's internet. I've been exploring the internet while I exercise.
The internet is so funny. I wonder how much of it is real. I guess I'll see.
It always seems to take longer and longer for my bed to get here. It's taken over
three minutes now, what's the hold up? My sleeping pill is already starting to
kick-in.
So tomorrow I will wake up on the toilet of a bathroom stall in Terminal 5 at LAX
in Los Angeles, California. They say some people completely freak out when
they wake up on earth. Our service guys have had to break into prisons and
mental institutions to get some of our citizens back; well the lucky ones, some
are just left on earth. As long as I don't loose my head, or open my mouth, I
should be fine.
It looks like my bed will be here in 15 seconds. Earth, here I come.
Airport
Bathroom
I just woke up sitting on a toilet. Honestly, that's not the first time that has
happened, but it is the first time it's happened to me on earth. This is exciting,
my heart is racing. I'm dressed in a black pinstripe suit, shiny black shoes, and a
fancy watch - a Movado. It's been so long since I've had to read an analog clock,
especially one with no numbers on it. This must be a little joke from the department.
I think it's 6:30, maybe 7:30, who cares? I'm on earth!
I can see people through the gap on the side of the stall door. These people look
weird! Look how fat that guy is, he doesn't even look human. He looks like a
snowman. But I guess I'm dressed correctly because everyone seems to be
wearing the same thing.
This restroom is huge. I've never seen more than one toilet in a room, but there's
got to be at least 20 in here. All right next to each other. People just shit right
next to each other with a half of a partition separating them. This is nasty. There
is a guy not three feet to my right taking a shit, I can hear him and everything.
I've got to get out to here, this is disgusting.
George
Martin
I made my way out of the airport and onto a shuttle bus that is supposed to take
me to Budget rental car place. I found a wallet in my pocket with credit cards
and identification for George Martin of Bridgeport, California, I guess that's me.
Didn't George Martin have something to do with the Beatles? Did they give me
a famous name? Let's hope that doesn't draw too much attention to me.
This is a really big bus. I'm getting kind of nauseous as it bounces up and down
as it drives. And again more fat people - don't people exercise here? They seem
to be happy as fat slobs that just absorb as much energy as they can. But I guess
they can do that here.
Being on a planet seems much like the simulator, I feel like I am in the simulator,
just with no virtual controls. The only difference I can feel is walking on the
ground, instead of the floor moving under you, but it's pretty much the same.
And there's wind here, which will take some getting used to.
I'm kind of nervous having to pose as a citizen of Earth, but I better get used to
it since this is my new identity for the next 10 days. I'm just about to get off the
bus, hopefully I can get a car.
Scott Abukoff 5-29-07
Before
It takes a minimum two hours of exercise a day for each adult to generate the
energy they will need for that day. For the last eight months I have been exercising
10 hours a day so that I can save up enough energy to be able to buy the
most expensive thing this space colony has to offer - a ten-day trip to Earth! I've
finally saved enough. I'm leaving first thing tomorrow.
I've never kept a journal, but part of the agreement of the trip to earth was that
I document my experience so that I can come back to share it. All we have to
learn about earth is it's internet. I've been exploring the internet while I exercise.
The internet is so funny. I wonder how much of it is real. I guess I'll see.
It always seems to take longer and longer for my bed to get here. It's taken over
three minutes now, what's the hold up? My sleeping pill is already starting to
kick-in.
So tomorrow I will wake up on the toilet of a bathroom stall in Terminal 5 at LAX
in Los Angeles, California. They say some people completely freak out when
they wake up on earth. Our service guys have had to break into prisons and
mental institutions to get some of our citizens back; well the lucky ones, some
are just left on earth. As long as I don't loose my head, or open my mouth, I
should be fine.
It looks like my bed will be here in 15 seconds. Earth, here I come.
Airport
Bathroom
I just woke up sitting on a toilet. Honestly, that's not the first time that has
happened, but it is the first time it's happened to me on earth. This is exciting,
my heart is racing. I'm dressed in a black pinstripe suit, shiny black shoes, and a
fancy watch - a Movado. It's been so long since I've had to read an analog clock,
especially one with no numbers on it. This must be a little joke from the department.
I think it's 6:30, maybe 7:30, who cares? I'm on earth!
I can see people through the gap on the side of the stall door. These people look
weird! Look how fat that guy is, he doesn't even look human. He looks like a
snowman. But I guess I'm dressed correctly because everyone seems to be
wearing the same thing.
This restroom is huge. I've never seen more than one toilet in a room, but there's
got to be at least 20 in here. All right next to each other. People just shit right
next to each other with a half of a partition separating them. This is nasty. There
is a guy not three feet to my right taking a shit, I can hear him and everything.
I've got to get out to here, this is disgusting.
George
Martin
I made my way out of the airport and onto a shuttle bus that is supposed to take
me to Budget rental car place. I found a wallet in my pocket with credit cards
and identification for George Martin of Bridgeport, California, I guess that's me.
Didn't George Martin have something to do with the Beatles? Did they give me
a famous name? Let's hope that doesn't draw too much attention to me.
This is a really big bus. I'm getting kind of nauseous as it bounces up and down
as it drives. And again more fat people - don't people exercise here? They seem
to be happy as fat slobs that just absorb as much energy as they can. But I guess
they can do that here.
Being on a planet seems much like the simulator, I feel like I am in the simulator,
just with no virtual controls. The only difference I can feel is walking on the
ground, instead of the floor moving under you, but it's pretty much the same.
And there's wind here, which will take some getting used to.
I'm kind of nervous having to pose as a citizen of Earth, but I better get used to
it since this is my new identity for the next 10 days. I'm just about to get off the
bus, hopefully I can get a car.
Scott Abukoff 5-29-07
Reflective luxury-box pods surround the feild in this stadium designed for SCI_arc Spring 2007 with Hernan Diaz-Alonso.
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