From: julie@pascal.org   
      
   On Sunday, April 20, 2014 10:54:24 PM UTC-6, William Vetter wrote:   
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   > > On Sunday, April 20, 2014 6:36:25 PM UTC-6, William Vetter wrote:   
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   > > > Problem with this science-fictional world is that characters can't   
   change or grow, only swap their rods.  Is this so?   
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   > > Problems in science-fictional worlds is where the story happens.  :)   
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   > > Actually, it sounded like rods can't be swapped and it only applies to   
   constructs.  Of course, maybe the "bad results" of removing existing skewers   
   to put in new ones is that the constructs start to get their own ideas.   
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   > Maybe I didn't get what he's dreaming about.  I thought it was like being a   
   screenwriter for a sitcom, where the situation is defined by a set of   
   character profiles that can't change, and every episode the characters have   
   "learning experiences" that    
   they cannot be allowed to learn from.   
      
   Yeah, well... dreams, you know?   
      
   The other day I had a doozy.  I was taking a shortcut through the education   
   building on campus and the hallway from one door to the other had an outside   
   wall on one side (it really does) and offices with big plate windows on the   
   other (not quite right).     
   So my dream self looks into the offices as I walk by and there are pigs in   
   them.  Office furniture and pigs.  And a sow and piglets and I look closer and   
   a boar, too.  And the boar is doing something so I look closer and it's   
   chewing on a person.  People    
   all over are just walking by.  So I grab a young man and bodily pull him into   
   the room and shout at him to pull the person out while I yell and shout and   
   wave my arms to scare the boar (turns out they were potbelly sized) away from   
   the person.  So the    
   chewed on person/body gets pulled out and I look up and a school teacher with   
   a field trip of 2nd graders is coming in the other end of the room, so I   
   scream at her to get the kids out until she gives me a dirty look (like I'm   
   the crazy person) and    
   leaves.  I go out into the hall to find that no one called help for the chewed   
   person, and I look down and find out it's my youngest child (a teenager) and I   
   say "wake up" and she stands up and a chunk of her arm is hanging there and   
   she says, I'm fine,    
   just a scratch...  and then it got weird... something involving my petrology   
   profs, canyons, and directional mines (explosives, not holes in the ground.)   
      
   I do sometimes have super fun sci-fi dreams with aliens or other beasties or   
   weird starship training facilities but they, none of them, actually make any   
   more sense than the pigs.   
      
   But they can be fun places to start.   
      
   -Julie   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)