Thanks, Linda. I began with that building photo from our writing prompts, but the story evolved and outgrew the picture! Had to find a more degraded neighborhood.
I would like to read her notes when she actually discovers how these little apparatus insinuated their way into human hands and became first an addiction and then an essential, unavoidable life support...
You have such an uninhibited imagination. I was thoroughly engrossed in your alien visualization of us humans, particularly when given descriptions as if having never seen before. That is a talent. I wonder...any reason for your name of the Planet L-7269114? As with all else, the significance or meaning of the number might shed some light, more light perhaps, on your phenomenal vision.
Thanks, Jill. L-7269114 is HER numbering system, and completely random on my part. I just thought that they would not call our planet "Earth". Billions of humans do not, so why would they? Ha ha ha. Now I wish I 'd had a more clever derivation...
Odd that right next to an ocean, the place has reputation for dirt. Attatched screens: I wonder how GWH would have thought of his home computers being used so commonly and constantly. They were for offices and over-ocean communications for banks and military, but now they are "attatched" even to children. People who accidently leave them at home, will go immediately back to retrieve them. Ability to type and correct without starting over was my favorite part of it... and erasing without paper at all.... He had just got to the part of still pictures on the screen and beta form in our house. 3 buttons to push and a knob in the back of the box to turn it on. Now I use it on the desk everyday, sometimes for hours to send pictures and typed text back and forth. I don't use the hand-held variety. Tried it once and nearly walked into a parked car, so no, not for me. The whole world's libraries at hand, and world wide friends right here in my room <that's> the best part.
I remember well my days of writing on an IBM Selectric. Laying typed pages out onto the floor, shuffling page order, cutting and pasting sheets. I knew I was getting somewhere ONLY by the number of wadded up balls of paper scattered on the floor around my desk. My little Apple 2E was such a gift!
Excellent job on this one Sharron. Your vivid imagination and great descriptive writing are on display. A strange being in a strange land making observations and trying to make sense of it all. The scout has seen anything yet, haha. - Jim
I hope I can write a later report, about when Reena realizes that her first assumptions were way off. I would like to listen in on conversations she has with human strangers and her reactions to the incomprehensible nonsense they tell her. A part of me would like to BE Reena.
Raymond is his own man...er...cat. He does odd things and is a fine amusement for his housemates. I am glad you liked this little sci-fi piece, Timber. I am hoping to continue the story if I can.
Big thumb's up on this one, Sharron! Well done. And good luck on discovering the "significance of the offering of one's unclothed body to another, and take part in the complete ritual."
I relish the thought of describing THAT particular new experience for Reena. I can just hear her saying, "You want me to do what? Put what where? Whoa ... hold on a minute."
This reads like non-fiction, Reena--I mean Sharron. You did a super job of putting yourself in Reena's foot coverings, the use of technical sounding language, the attempts to apply logical explanations. I got a kick out of her speculation regarding smart phones, and her noting the creature that came out from under the water container was not a machine. An entertaining and enjoyable read.
Can't you just see those little ubiquitous skittering creatures? I hope Reena meets friends who invite her to stay somewhere tidy and pleasant... She is SO naive. But the game is definitely afoot.
Good one, Sharron. I think Reena's puzzlement at our ways is exactly how an intelligent non-human would feel when plunked-down amongst us. Hoping for a part 2!!
This is such a funny story. We are a strange bunch, aren't we. I just hope Reena doesn't feel the need to step on any of the multi-legged creatures. And I'm trying to picture the elaborate adornment of the human's hair. Rasta? Man bun? Steampunk hat complete with goggles and meters and cogs?
I think the appeal of this little story is that readers have to imagine what Reena is looking at. We try to figure it out -- just as SHE is doing. As for stepping on wee creatures, she is an observer and most likely wouldn't interfere unless her own life were at danger.
Ah yes. The rocking table with three legs. They seem to be a staple of the coffee shops around Santa Cruz. A perfect place to put your hot coffee, next to your newspaper. Ha ha. This is so full of human quirkiness! We 𝙖𝙧𝙚 a strange species, Sharron!
So incredibly good! This makes me wish there were regular dispatches from Reena: how odd she found the large group watching gyrating men punish a round egg, her attempted gathering of forgotten discs of various shapes under the liquid bathing structure. More please!
I love that you are making me guess what you are describing. Just as Reena does. I mean, gyrating men punishing a round egg -- are we talking about playing soccer? Discs in liquid bathing structure -- Is it dishes in the dishwater? Reminds me of Rorschach tests.
By learning on screens, she will discover each screen leaks to a person who speaks to another screen. Thus she will follow the pyramid screens to the top.
“Find a translation of the word god. “ — good luck with that one Reena!
Yeah. Really. I love it that Reena is considering men's hair arrangements in equal measure with god. ... She has much to learn.
It’s for dyslexians Dog spelled backwards. The small animal on a leash.
Aha!
Good!
Thanks, Linda. I began with that building photo from our writing prompts, but the story evolved and outgrew the picture! Had to find a more degraded neighborhood.
“I believe these screens are their leaders, or perhaps guides, without which they are unable to function.”
Nailed it. Ah, humans.
I would like to read her notes when she actually discovers how these little apparatus insinuated their way into human hands and became first an addiction and then an essential, unavoidable life support...
You have such an uninhibited imagination. I was thoroughly engrossed in your alien visualization of us humans, particularly when given descriptions as if having never seen before. That is a talent. I wonder...any reason for your name of the Planet L-7269114? As with all else, the significance or meaning of the number might shed some light, more light perhaps, on your phenomenal vision.
Thanks, Jill. L-7269114 is HER numbering system, and completely random on my part. I just thought that they would not call our planet "Earth". Billions of humans do not, so why would they? Ha ha ha. Now I wish I 'd had a more clever derivation...
Odd that right next to an ocean, the place has reputation for dirt. Attatched screens: I wonder how GWH would have thought of his home computers being used so commonly and constantly. They were for offices and over-ocean communications for banks and military, but now they are "attatched" even to children. People who accidently leave them at home, will go immediately back to retrieve them. Ability to type and correct without starting over was my favorite part of it... and erasing without paper at all.... He had just got to the part of still pictures on the screen and beta form in our house. 3 buttons to push and a knob in the back of the box to turn it on. Now I use it on the desk everyday, sometimes for hours to send pictures and typed text back and forth. I don't use the hand-held variety. Tried it once and nearly walked into a parked car, so no, not for me. The whole world's libraries at hand, and world wide friends right here in my room <that's> the best part.
I remember well my days of writing on an IBM Selectric. Laying typed pages out onto the floor, shuffling page order, cutting and pasting sheets. I knew I was getting somewhere ONLY by the number of wadded up balls of paper scattered on the floor around my desk. My little Apple 2E was such a gift!
Excellent job on this one Sharron. Your vivid imagination and great descriptive writing are on display. A strange being in a strange land making observations and trying to make sense of it all. The scout has seen anything yet, haha. - Jim
I hope I can write a later report, about when Reena realizes that her first assumptions were way off. I would like to listen in on conversations she has with human strangers and her reactions to the incomprehensible nonsense they tell her. A part of me would like to BE Reena.
.. bravo ! Had me transfixed !
(psst - my comment re your previous post vaporized .. wuz about the refreshingly outrageous impudent cat selections ..)
Had apropos music when I came upon this wild sci-fi
so bravo again .. !
(Oh i recall neow .. was something about The Rum Tum Tugger re yer feline wonder !
🦎🏴☠️🐈
Raymond is his own man...er...cat. He does odd things and is a fine amusement for his housemates. I am glad you liked this little sci-fi piece, Timber. I am hoping to continue the story if I can.
Big thumb's up on this one, Sharron! Well done. And good luck on discovering the "significance of the offering of one's unclothed body to another, and take part in the complete ritual."
I relish the thought of describing THAT particular new experience for Reena. I can just hear her saying, "You want me to do what? Put what where? Whoa ... hold on a minute."
Amazing how you make what we see everyday so vibrant and new by orchestrating a view from another perspective …. Great job!
Silliness, Wade! I think part 2 may have more possibilities if Reena makes "friends".
This reads like non-fiction, Reena--I mean Sharron. You did a super job of putting yourself in Reena's foot coverings, the use of technical sounding language, the attempts to apply logical explanations. I got a kick out of her speculation regarding smart phones, and her noting the creature that came out from under the water container was not a machine. An entertaining and enjoyable read.
Can't you just see those little ubiquitous skittering creatures? I hope Reena meets friends who invite her to stay somewhere tidy and pleasant... She is SO naive. But the game is definitely afoot.
Does this mean part 2,3,...
( gulp )
Good one, Sharron. I think Reena's puzzlement at our ways is exactly how an intelligent non-human would feel when plunked-down amongst us. Hoping for a part 2!!
Thank you, Jim. Maybe something more will be revealed...
This is such a funny story. We are a strange bunch, aren't we. I just hope Reena doesn't feel the need to step on any of the multi-legged creatures. And I'm trying to picture the elaborate adornment of the human's hair. Rasta? Man bun? Steampunk hat complete with goggles and meters and cogs?
I think the appeal of this little story is that readers have to imagine what Reena is looking at. We try to figure it out -- just as SHE is doing. As for stepping on wee creatures, she is an observer and most likely wouldn't interfere unless her own life were at danger.
Ah yes. The rocking table with three legs. They seem to be a staple of the coffee shops around Santa Cruz. A perfect place to put your hot coffee, next to your newspaper. Ha ha. This is so full of human quirkiness! We 𝙖𝙧𝙚 a strange species, Sharron!
I think we would be interesting subjects for alien species to study. All except for our proclivity to murdering those of our own species, etc..
So incredibly good! This makes me wish there were regular dispatches from Reena: how odd she found the large group watching gyrating men punish a round egg, her attempted gathering of forgotten discs of various shapes under the liquid bathing structure. More please!
I love that you are making me guess what you are describing. Just as Reena does. I mean, gyrating men punishing a round egg -- are we talking about playing soccer? Discs in liquid bathing structure -- Is it dishes in the dishwater? Reminds me of Rorschach tests.
Hah! I felt that a bit with your descriptions, too. It really put me in Reena’s head, highlighting the absurdity of things we do.
Gyrating men could be soccer, baseball, bocce. The forgotten discs I imagined as retrieving coins in a fountain—are they precious jewels? 🤣
My kind of piece! Loved it. Thanks Sharron.
Yay! Thanks, Yael.
By learning on screens, she will discover each screen leaks to a person who speaks to another screen. Thus she will follow the pyramid screens to the top.
Aha.... I like the way you think, Ken. Thank you.