My Big Bang Theory

My thoughts on god have led me to believe that he / she / it did in fact give up his / her / its life for humanity, but not the way the Christians and other assorted god-fearers believe it.

As I stated earlier in my sweeping, inclusive statement of faith in the divine intelligence, I have come to believe that god’s will, presence, and energy permeates in all that we perceive and has constructed the framework we call ‘reality’.

The origin of this was the Big Bang, where god, either through sacrifice or an extension of its will, expanded to create our universe and thus gave us life, albeit several billion years later.

I don’t believe it was a gesture of love and I’ll refrain from trying to understand the divine, which by definition is unknowable to humankind.  But I will speculate that this was both a gift and an escape from loneliness.

And further go up my perfect, crystalline walls in this Fortress of Platitudes.

The Heckling of Todd Frazier

When I was in Chicago, I had the blessed opportunity to see the Detroit Tigers @ US WEST Cellular Field.  It’s a great park and I’ll never forget the long walk there from downtown.  Uneventful, relaxing, and gave me a great feel for the city.  Got hella carbs (Italian food and beers at some random hole in the wall) to fuel the journey through several neighborhoods.

The game itself was both a hoot and a holler.  Miguel Cabrera had hit two homers in the game, something I’d never seen live, off of Chris Sale of all pitchers.  One was to left field and one was to left center.  Both cleared the fence pretty easily.  Verlander was late 2016 solid.

But my personal highlight came after my 8th beer when Big Lunch and I toured the park around the 4th or 5th inning.  There were two men in scoring position, but I don’t remember if the bases were loaded or if that was an empty Miller Lite can clouding my vision to first base.  One of the White Sox’s off-season free-agent hitting acquisitions was Todd Frazier.  The White Home Run Hope of 2016.  The at-bat ended up being a 3-2 count with Todd and freaking Justin Verlander locked in.

Either way, Todd Frazier took a strike that was slightly above the letters to end the inning.  He was pretty upset and I would have been too if I were a White Sox fan.  But I’m not.

By the time he got his next at-bat, I was back in my seat right above the Visitor’s Dugout.  First pitch was a called strike right above the letters.  And I couldn’t help myself but yell, “SAME PITCH THAT STRUCK YOU OUT, TODD!!!”

He broke a slight, but muted, smile.  Todd Frazier, you no doubt had to stifle your admiration of my amazing timing and explosive wit.  I’m sure of it.

Raise your hand if you got jammed!

Conversations in Space – 1/9/2016

Eisen Wor’sha > Woohoo, as of today I am celebrating 3 years of EVE life. I want to thank my computer, my parents, my Internet provider Comcast, and the abundance of free time life has afforded me.
Rhytmn > Congratulations Eisen Wor’sha
Cheapshot Calamity > 3 years or 3 years logged in?
Eisen Wor’sha > I’m putting on my birthday suit for this fleet. WOOOOO!!!
HypnoTode > congratulations 🙂
Ravans > wearing a onesie
Ravans > :\
Cheapshot Calamity > hey my kid is wearing a onsie
Cheapshot Calamity > what a coinkydink
Ravans > dad stop joining my alliances

A Pickaxe and a Shovel – Gabby Reeve

Sinq Liason Region – Nexus Constellation
System Alillere

Gabrielle Reeve’s family had been mining Gallente space for several generations.  She was assigned the Alillere system by her father and CEO of Reeve Industries.  Her brother and sisters were healthy distances away from each other and identically equidistant from their parents’ hearts.

Gabby Reeve Capture 2But Gabby, of all the siblings, had been handed the prize assignment by virtue of being the eldest.   Alillere was a beautiful system with a diverse range of moons, an enthralling view of the Gallente nebula in the Verge constellation, and a sea of asteroid belts that furnished the incomes and profits of hundreds of mining corporations.

Allilere’s white sun, a 1.3 billion year-old F 0, blinded a few novice pilots stupid enough to stare, but didn’t aggressively reflect against the various ores found in the system.

Because Reeve Industries operated only in high security Gallente space, Gabby had the luxury of letting her attention lapse into more enjoyable routines.  As she accurately guided mining lasers mounted on her Retriever, a thin-skinned boat of a ship affectionately named “Big Mouth Bernadette,” Gabby sang to her drones and watched holoreels produced within the Federation.  When wine clouded her judgment, she placed substantial bets on gravball matches.

Verge Vendor Nebulae

Typical days were uneventful, filled with the sounds of lasers breaking up chunks of asteroids and the crash of ore against ship hulls.  Despite what they say, space is noisy.

Today, Gabby gently guided her ship between two massive plagioclase asteroids and noticed a couple of Serpentis scouts on the peripheral edge of the belt after a few cycles.  Her sensor automatons would have sent alerts to her implants and to the bioware on her wrists that make a slight mechanical tick.  But because Gabby habitually checked her directional scanner, she was spared nagging subsonic pulses and gentle thrums.

Reeve watched a Serpentis scout buzz her ship without firing and recalled her mining drones.  Her light combat drones, Hobgoblin I’s, were deployed the nanosecond the miners docked.  Gabby pulled her raven-black, long hair into a ponytail and pursed her lips in a creased frown.

Her comms lit up shortly after with, “We’re not wantin’ any troubs,” in a masked, digital voice.

“You’ll get it if you come that close to my ship again.”

“Tough talk, love.  But fer sure, jus’ keep your space.”  The Serpentis scout killed the comm link and sped away.

Gabby kept her eye on the scout and followed its trajectory to a Harvestor off in the distance, collecting small chunks of floating ore as quickly as possible.  She checked her scanner again and stared as she saw nothing to indicate the Serpentis harvester’s presence.

A little unnerved, Gabby sat looking at the obvious profile of a modified ORE (Outer Ring Excavation) ship, drumming her fingers on the scanner.  It was troubling for a few reasons because it meant either the Serpentis were able to beat the standard sensors she had installed on all her mining vessels or that the Harvestors weren’t really there.  And if either were true, why were they using this technology to pick out small bits of resources from a high security part of New Eden, or make it appear so?

Before Gabby could think too hard on it, her comms lit up again, but with the live image of her youngest sister, January.

A beautiful, small face with the most popular hairstyle in the Gallente Federation, and all of her mother’s features, filled the frame of Gabby’s dedicated comm screen.

January Reeve blinked intentionally a few times and tilted her head slightly to the right.

Before the awkward, silent exchange ran any longer, Gabby asked, “Yes?”

“Father wants you back in Dodixie.  He won’t say why,” was all January said in her quiet, even voice.  And the screen went dark.