Self-hatred

Nitpicking Virga

I’m currently halfway through the third book of Karl Schroeder’s Virga pentalogy. This is a fantastically fun series if you make sure you switch your brain off before reading. There’s swashbuckling derring-do, ships of the line clashing, pirates, knaves and heroes, chivalry, conspiracies, secrets, betrayals and the odd, outright “fuck yeah!” moment.

All that said, I am going to take the time to poke some silly fun at the gaping plot holes. There will be massive spoilers. Proceed at your peril!

But why not…?

The overarching storyline that is starting to emerge at this point in my reading is that a posthuman conglom…entit…organizati…thing named Artificial Nature is trying to gain control of Virga, the titular location. There have only been a few hints given as to why AN wants Virga, but a best guess is that it wants to schlorp down all of the information and experiences of everyone in the airsphere and disseminate it as light entertainment elsewhere. That is my best guess, and I expect to be proven wrong when I further catch up on my reading. Why, however, is secondary. I want to pick at its how:

Givens:

  • Virga is an airsphere orbiting the star Vega. An airsphere is a B.D.O., a giant balloon pumped full of atmosphere and populated with all manner of people, plants and animals. Iain Banks, Peter Hamilton and Dan Simmons have all used them at different sizes in their stories. Virga, at about 9000km in diameter, is probably the smallest. To help visualize Virga’s size, you should imagine a giant balloon about halfway between Mars and Venus in size.
  • Artificial Nature wants to take over Virga.
  • Artificial Nature is not afraid to use force.
  • Artificial Nature is implied to have boundless energy and material resources.
  • Artificial Nature, as the product of post-Singularity technologies is as unto a god for all practical purposes.
  • As a scale comparison, Virga was seemingly created by a ragged refugee group. This refugee group possessed resources that would beggar the entire technological and industrial infrastructure of our entire planet.
  • Either relativistic or FTL travel is both common and cheap: Virga has a “tourist station” in its skin where posthuman entities can come and gawp at the locals, enjoy the food and wine, take pictures and buy trinkets before they go home. This, to me, implies that the effort involved in visiting Virga from any point in civilized space is no more than the effort involved in going on a package holiday to South America.
  • The skin of Virga is in some way intelligent and can respond to and seal punctures without any independent instruction.
  • Artificial Nature is prevented from entering Virga by a kind of forcefield generated by the fusion engine complex at the centre of the airsphere. This forcefield subtly alters local spacetime in a manner that disrupts the function of electronic technologies.

In short: AN wants to conquer Virga. AN cannot conquer Virga because of a big machine in the middle of Virga. Therefore, AN’s goal is to destroy or disable the big machine in Virga.

Why not, I ask, just lob a relatavistic kill vehicle at the complex from a safe distance? It’s a kinetic weapon, a dumb piece of metal, travelling at x% of the speed of light. Simple answer: It would be a very short story indeed if anyone starts lobbing around munitions that are travelling at any percentage of the speed of light.

Ignore the “so-called” simple answer. A relativistic penetrater would breach the skin, cross the 4,500km in 0.00001501 of a second and destroy the complex. The side-effects would be devastating for the inhabitants, but Artificial Nature has shown that it could subsume the whole of Virga in a matter of hours – less time than it would take for anything really horrible to happen.

Yes there would be a megaton-yield release of energy and yes there would be high-velocity spall opposite the point of impact, but the job would be done!

/nitpick


Exams are done

Describe the progression of a game:

Identify and acquire key properties on the Monopoly board. Invest in your properties and work toward the construction of a hotel. Build up your financial reserves. Drive your enemy before you, pillage their home and listen to the lamentation of their women.


The Cliffony photowalk of Thunderous Fury, February 25-26

The view from my back window

When: Saturday 25 and Sunday 26 February, 2012.

Where: Cliffony, Co. Sligo, Ireland. We are situated beside the N15 road right on the outskirts of Cliffony as you approach the village from Sligo town. (54.428231,-8.458785)

Cost: €10, payable by Monday February 20, 2012. I accept PayPal and Google Wallet payments.

How do I reserve my place? Pay the deposit fee or let me know either here or via email.

What should I bring? A sleeping bag, a tent, weather-appropriate clothing and your camera gear. If the weather is anything like it was last September then “weather appropriate” should be read as “warm, layered and with strong footwear”.

It helps me out a lot if you bring (and clean :p) your own plates and cutlery. I have plenty on hand here to use, but it simply reduces my logistical overhead if I have less dishes to fret about.

Tell me more…

Dun dun dunnnnnn.

Yes, again. A spring walk to match the autumn one, although I doubt that the weather will have changed all that much in the intervening five months.

Alright, some of you were at the last photowalk, and some of you undoubtedly be new faces. Here’s the gig:

  1. Turn up Saturday, and have a delicious lunch.
  2. We visit somewhere in the locale and stop into a pub.
  3. Come back, have dinner.
  4. Go somewhere else. Where, exactly, depends entirely on the temperament of the weather on that night. There are ruins in the area for light painting, and if the weather cooperates we have gloriously dark skies.
  5. Then we sleep.
  6. The next morning is breakfast.

There is no set schedule, and indeed the whole point of the weekend is for some photographers to get together and relax.

The menu of thunderous fury!

As of today (January 11) the menu is somewhat provisional. Alternate dishes will be offered based upon any given allergies and any professed aversions.

  • Lunch:

    Homemade vegetable soup, served with white and brown breads.

  • Dinner:

    A Mexican-style buffet. Savoury taco beef and beef chili served on corn tortillas wraps. Toppings include fresh salsa, guacamole, cheese sauce, refried bean dip, pickled jalapenos, iceberg lettuce and sour cream.

    This meal will be both savoury and strongly-spiced. I will have alternatives in place for those who aren’t up to the task.

    Dessert will be ice cream and brownies supplied by a local friend. Toppings include chocolate and strawberry sauce, wafers and whipped-cream-in-a-can.

    Bring your own alcohol.

  • Breakfast:

    Tentatively fried potatoes, bacon and eggs. Fast, easy to cook food that’s full of delicious unhealthiness to get your arses out the door.

A special request

This might strike some as an odd request, but I need one person to bring an electric kettle. A significant choke point last September was in getting everyone a hot cup of tea/coffee in hand on the Sunday morning. An extra kettle will go a long way to relieving the congestion.


Exams

I sat down at a computer for my exam Programming exam. Suddenly, excitement: The Moodle (snork!) server crashed under the load.

Systems was easy. Programming was tricky. Creative Media is tomorrow and I have Games on Friday. Then, alcohol.


Google Navigation

http://www.google.com/mobile/navigation/

It comes on my phone, and I used it for the first time last night to get around Sligo to a friend’s house. Holy shit. I felt like somebody in a spy film, being directed by a voice over my headphones.

“Turn left”

“Turn right”

“Turn around”

Being directed was the most awesome fifteen minutes of my 2012 so far. The only downside is that is sucks down battery life faster than a newborn does milk from his mother’s nipple.