Worlds Without Number (1)

Tom was excited to go again. He was now accustomed to traveling to distant planets. The speed that the ships were able to go made what used to be impossible, just a few years out of your life. The unfortunate part was that life on earth proceeded at the usual rate, and when one returned from the first mission, friends and family were a generation older - or long dead. That sacrifice had been made long ago. There was now little to keep him from making another trip. Why not? There was little else for him to do.

But this trip would be completely different. All the other missions were to dead planets, and everyone had known that. These planets provided little or no breathable air, no trace of water, ridiculous temperatures - no chance of life. But SETI had finally found what it had been looking for all this time. A signal. A simple repeating mathematical signal from deep space. It was perhaps the most exciting communication that anyone on earth had ever received - and not just to those that find mathematical patterns exciting. This was the most sure sign of intelligent life there could be. Better than evidence of water or atmosphere - Mathematics, and the ability to communicate it over vast distances.

Tom had been through all kinds of training for this mission. An obscene amount he had thought. Sure, there had been significant upgrades to the ship he would be on, but the rest really all boiled down to 'I come in peace, take me to your leader'. Why did it take weeks to learn that? Tom would be taking a few 'artifacts' from earth, and a holographic projection display that would provide 3D images of plants, animals, people, and the geography of the earth. The images were full color and about as lifelike as one could imagine. Hopefully a holographic 3D image would be worth 1,000 words in an unknown language, with an unknown culture, to an unknown - species?

One of the reasons Tom had been selected for this important mission was his almost supernatural ability with languages. He had first developed this talent in his youth. His father's military career had taken the family all over the world. In his youth, Tom had become quite fluent in German and Japanese, along with his native English. He liked languages, and his mother had encouraged him to keep up on this knowledge and ability. In high school he had added Spanish and French. And then while serving a Mormon mission he had mastered Chinese. It all came so naturally to him. Many members of his faith had told him how blessed he was because of his 'gift of tongues'. He embraced this talent and made the most of it. His experience as an astronaut, his ability to pick up new languages, and the fact that he was here, made him the perfect choice.

Because he really had no family or friends to speak of, saying good-bye was not an issue. Who would he say it to? He had very few affairs to get in order. And the last few days before the launch seemed terribly long. He had become a bit of a celebrity because of all this, and even though much of the public would not live to learn the results of the mission, the excitement of what was going on was intense. Tom had become quite a loner, and was uncomfortable with all this attention. He was beginning to look forward to a few days of happy solitude, and several years of deep hibernation, as he prepared for this historic trip. He had never been an 'alien' before.


At 9/05/2006, Anonymous Connor Boyack said...

Every intergalactic mission needs a vulcan. Or an android.

At 9/05/2006, Blogger Eric Nielson said...

Stay tuned.

You may not realize how ironic your comment might turn out to be.

At 9/05/2006, Anonymous C Jones said...

What fun! Eric, this is awesome.

At 9/05/2006, Blogger Eric Nielson said...

C. Jones!!!!!

You're alive!

So good to here from you again.

I hope somebody thinks this will be fun. I have had this silly idea for an LDS based sci-fi novel - but Orson Scott Card won't return my calls :).

So I thought that I would blurt out the basic ideas for it. I'm hoping it turns out. I imagine this being about a 20 page short story at this point. But I might not even consider this first draft level. Please feel free to give any suggestions along the way. I won't be offended.

I'm also using this to explore some doctrinal questions.

At 9/05/2006, Blogger M&M said...

I think this is the first time I have seen fiction on the 'nacle. Fun.

At 9/06/2006, Blogger Eric Nielson said...


Thanks. Feel free to follow along.

At 9/06/2006, Anonymous C Jones said...

Thanks for the kind (re)welcome Eric :-> My free time has shrunk to pretty much zero for the last few months, but I do have a short list of blogs where I still read every word.

So is this story something that you have been thinking about for quite a while, or is this something recent?

At 9/06/2006, Blogger Eric Nielson said...

I have been thinking of the basics of the story for years. In fact I tried writing it about 3 years ago. I re-read what I had written then and was quite embarrased.

I thought a blog might be a good way to get the ideas out and see what people thought. I hope not to many people find this silly and childish. But then, I am almost 40 and bloggin' like a kid - teeheehee (said like a teen-age girl).

At 9/09/2006, Anonymous Stephen M (Ethesis) said...

There was now little to keep him from making another trip. Why not? There was little else for him to do.

Niven liked that theme as well.

Liked the first two sections of the story.

At 9/09/2006, Blogger Eric Nielson said...

Thanks Stephen M. I have not read that much Niven. Nut what I have read I liked.


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