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  1. Actually, I'm fluent in three. English, Farsi, and Latin. Thank you.
  2. Re: If I dig a very deep hole, where would I end U I ended up in the middle of the Indian Ocean
  3. I'm glad you all enjoyed the story. Like I said, I am a serious fiction writer, and I consider my basis hardcore sci-fi - alien empires and whatnot - although my best works have been in character-based stories, a few sci-fi but mostly semi-real world. I've thusfar completed a full novella and several short stories, but I have yet to find the story that compels me to complete novel. Although none to date actually deal with time travel, would anyone be interested in me posting a few works? I am putting the finishing touches on a short story set in a nondescript future time that I'll be submitting to a national literary contest.
  4. My name is Bijhan, and I'm a student at Seattle Central Community College. I write a lot of fiction, and am working at a musical career. The name "Jimmy Earth" came from a stage name I toyed around with. I was born in Seattle, Washington in 1989. My father is an Iranian immigrant and my mother was from East Wenatchee. They met as my father fled the Islamic Revolution in the 1970s. When I heard about John Titor, I was absolutely tickled pink that anyone would be so gullible. I wanted to see how gullible anyone here was. To be perfectly honest, I am absolutely impressed with a lot of your skepticism. I tried to make my story progressively crazier and the character of Jimmy Earth progressively more hostile to see how long it would last. Jmpet was pretty much spot-on with his timing. Although, Jmpet, I still believe that although your attempt was in earnest, many of the "flaws" you attempted to point out were nonexistant. However you cornered me with that planetary core thing. I know jack sh!t about astronomy and geology. I was struggling at the end. In the end, I'm impressed with the level of skepticism here, although there are a few examples of absolute nutters here. For instance, anyone who really believes the Annukai exist should probably be locked up. Thanks for proving me wrong in my cynical assertion of this place, and for letting me sharpen my improv skills. Now I know what to stay away from when writing. Sorry if I insulted anyone - but such was the character I was writing for.
  5. I looked up this guy, yeyeman, zeshua, whatever his name was. I find the likening a little offensive, he's ostentatious and awkward in his writing, whereas I pride myself on a fluid writing style.
  6. Pretty hilarious, because I have no idea what you're talking about. Not like you'll believe me, but you see conspiracy wherever you look. I use gmail because it's better than other email accounts. My ISP comes from the west coast because I use Comcast Digital Service here on the west coast. Yea. I live in Seattle. Belltown, just north of Downtown, and just south of Queen Anne. I think you're pretty funny, man. How many hits of acid do you TAKE a day? And who is your dealer? Give me the hookups, son!
  7. Luckily Mr Lucas had the foresight not to do any more, thus saving a failing franchise. Of course, the extended universe was three generations in the making, and losing money because no one read anything from it except the authors.
  8. It's called a job and a relationship. They come highly recommended. Turn off the porno and step out of your mother's basement and take a breath of fresh air. And go find a real vagina instead of that inflatable doll you made your mom go get for you.
  9. Again the brain-dead pill-popping zealot comes to wave his arms at phantoms. They sprinkle solid cyanide over their food like salt. Of course it has to be taken in moderation - like you said, it starts metabolizing as soon as it hits your tongue. But there are no fumes, and it doesn't dissolve in saliva very quickly. This is my umpteenth time repeating myself: pressure suits, gravity suits, the like. The 4.2 million lightyears comes from when you asked me about the location of the Yoorach homeworld, and I told you where it was. But I never went to the Yoorach homeworld. I went to the Binx homeworld, which is on the opposite side of the galaxy. Good question. I don't know. The Binx weren't sure either. Like I said, I was studied and prodded the galaxy over by Binx scientists because no one could figure it out. They had theories, but nothing for sure. Because we have an atmosphere that doesn't disperse heat that easily. It's called "convection". If the moon didn't rotate, we wouldn't be seeing the same side of it every time. It's an inverted rotation.
  10. More than one of your responses have seemed drug-induced and overlook statements I've repeated over and over. Perhaps you should just quit reading this thread and go drop your pants in front of a John Titor post. You already have a rubbery one for him. And the blood rushing from your brain to all three inches of you must be the reason you can't focus on what I'm actually saying half the time. Goodnight little small-minded boy, your meaningless LSD-invoked responses are no longer welcome!
  11. That's assuming it's in liquid form. ;-) Don't assume. Nope, same galaxy. And this takes place in the future. So what, because the species is old, you crack a Star Wars joke? Your wit grows thin. Earth isn't livable to most extraterrestrial species. The INTERFACE wasn't intuitive to me. The example I gave was proper: their keyboards are set up radically different than ours. What the hell are you talking about? Who made an atom bomb in their basement? Are you on drugs? The weapons had a certain simplicity, what's weird about that? There's a shooty end, and you push a button, and the weapon fires. The actual mechanism is complex of course, but the user doesn't need a whole lot of training. And? That's the Yoorach homeworld, which is incredibly closer to Earth than the Binx's. I told you that. Again, terracentric. The Binx's cellular nuclei had thermoprotective layers like nothing seen on Earth. "Oh now you're just blaming it on alien physiology" - hell yes. It's alien. But it's okay, it's not like you could foresee... you know, anything beyond your narrow personal experience. But try to wrap your mind around this one, okay? Okay. You know I hear stars are a pretty good source of heat these days. Sometimes when a planet orbits one, it's called a "sun". Can you say "sun"? Good boy! Plenty of celestial bodies orbit without molten cores. See: The goddamned Moon.
  12. Because even if people don't believe me, at least I can TELL my story. I try to normalize here and now, try to blend in. But my roommate, my girlfriend, my landlady, my employer... they'll never know what I've seen, where I've been, or who I really am. I could tell them, sure, but then I'd have isolated myself from the people I love. So where do I go? The Binx were my friends, my family, my people. How can I ensure they won't be forgotten? If I tell people around me, they'll just throw me in a loony bin. At first when I saw this place, I laughed, because it looked silly. The time travel claims made no sense mechanically! People were asking these "travelers" all about their futures like idiots flocking around a mystic. I didn't want to be just another mystic, I just wanted everyone to see these gypsy fortune tellers for who they were. But when I started talking about myself, it was like a massive weight had lifted off my chest. I could finally tell someone, anyone, my story. I could make sure people remembered the Binx, even if as a joke. People asked me questions, and I started answering. These answers led to more questions. Soon I was revealing everything but my name, and hell, that might be out soon! I look into my girl's eyes and I know that she is confused. She thinks far too often "where did he come from?" And I want to tell her so badly. But I never can. She will never believe me. It will ruin everything. And the same goes for my roommate. So I shuffle around everyday life, going to work, picking up milk, making dinner, watching TV, surfing myspace, going out for drinks, and falling asleep in my girl's arms. And every night I have nightmares of Lu'Pan attacks. And every day I have daydreams of the Binx colonies. And I just want to shout "THIS IS ME, THIS IS WHO I AM! THIS IS WHAT I'VE SEEN!". But all I'd do is put myself at risk. So, everyone, I DON'T CARE IF YOU BELIEVE ME. Seriously, I don't. I just want people to hear and read the story. I want people to remember the Binx, and what they died for. They died so that little nowhere planets like us could live without Lu'Pan oppression. Because mark my words, someday the Lu'Pan will come. It will be hundreds, maybe thousands of years down the line, but when we start popping up on Lu'Pan radar, we will be conquered. And the Binx died trying to prevent that. So even if you don't believe me, what would it hurt to say a little prayer for the forgotten freedom fighters?
  13. Like I said, assuming the planet has tectonic plates is very terracentric. Many planets within our own solar system have solid cores, and thus no tectonic plates. The point would be making the entire planet livable for every creature they wanted to transplant from their homeworld. Like I said, previous colonies were covered in antigravity plating, but plants don't like to grow on metal plating. It became obvious that Binx colonists didn't want to live in some brutal industrial complex, all metal and plastic, so they had to transform whole planets to make it livable not just for the Binx colonists, but trees and animals, too.
  14. No one said making a planet smaller was easy. Actually, most of the planets they transmogrified (I'm hesitant to say "terraformed" because that implies making it more like Earth) had solid cores. Thus no volcanism and no tectonic plates. It also meant no internal heat source, but modern technology took care of that. Generally any moon present was towed away and mined in deep space, or else if there was no valuable ore in it, flung into the sun of an uninhabited system. If the target system had many planets of giant size, it might be passed over for transmogrification, simply because the larger planets would be too hard to manage. They preferred to find systems with smaller planets, so it was easier for the massive buildships to alter the courses of all the bodies in the system. It took constant perfection and tweaking, and the buildship fleets often had to stay in systems for centuries after colonization, to prevent destabilization. While actually doing the shaving the entire planet was fitted with structural rods, basically building a giant form around the planet. The rods stuck out like quills from a hedgehog, and then it was fitted with interlocking braces with penetrative lasers facing downwards. This made for an even spherical placement of shaving mechanisms. Also, the structural supports were all intercommunicative, and could adjust to put pressure on or pull certain areas to maintain stability. The build took three (Binx) years, and the actual shaving took two (Binx) days. They shaved three miles more off the planet than necessary. After the shaving, the rods would disperse three miles of artificially created Binx homeworld soil and rock. This was all under supervision of hundreds of Binx scientists and engineers, who would at any moment pull the plug on the operation and have all the Binx ships jump system at the drop of a hat. This happened quite often, and they'd return a few centuries later to see if the system had stabilized or not. Sometimes it had, sometimes it hadn't. If it had, they got right back to work. I'm not sure what a Vogan is, so I think you're making fun of me.
  15. I didn't know the Chinese HAD science fiction. I wasn't even aware they had fiction writers at all, they're all too busy writing the biography of Mao. Seriously though, the last time a great novel came out of China people could count the centuries since Jesus died on their fingers.
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