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We had won. The Republican moment collapsed under the weight of its own incompetence. The corruption of the world sloughed away, and at last, the wealthy forsook their wont to be their own gravediggers - they threw their money at us, and ran into obscurity. That was not the end of it, of course. Climate change was, and is, a real thing, and we had woefully under-prepared ourselves. That story is an epic of its own, one that our historians are continually finding new heroines and heroes in, upending what we thought we knew about ourselves. But the Earth survived, somewhat the worse for wear, and the people sought to provide for each other. In our ambition, we turned our gaze skyward, and we began to survive upon the Moon. Then, in 2104, the Cosmic hit. We had known, of course, of its like, that there were vast clouds of all manner of elements and chemical compounds in the universe. But we did not actually expect a cloud of interstellar ethanol to sneak up on us. Even so, we got lucky. Much of what we came to call the Cosmic actually got slurped up by Saturn, Jupiter, and the Sun before it got to the Earth and the Moon. But that was still enough to nearly drown us. The Moon has real oceans now, albeit less traditional ones. The Earth's oceans are riven with the Cosmic, along with water-tables everywhere. It is a new ecological disaster, but at least not many of us are blaming ourselves for it this time. The Cosmic has summoned an age of chaos, straining the cooperation of the new world. Humanity's response to the Cosmic is still fragmentary and ad-hoc. Which brings us to you. 1. You are: Write-in name 2. Your education: write-in 3. Your employer: A - The U.N. - The United Nations is no longer dominated by a Security Council of powerful nations working at cross-purposes. Without that overbearing influence, the UN has grown more fractious, but also more independent. The Cosmic only accelerated that trend, and the UN now stands at the forefront of the global response to the Cosmic. B - US Federal Govt - America, despite its miracle, is still a divided, traumatized nation, one that was too paralyzed by its own anger to contribute much directly as the climate crisis descended. The legal conditions that brought about what is in today considered a second Gilded Age are still largely intact, but austerity and debt servicing policies are widely discredited. What was a determined push to end poverty in America has been sidelined by the Cosmic and the array of problems it represents. C - Self-employed - The rocket equation is not the terror it once was. Materials science only accelerated as humanity fought climate change, and that expertise fueled the colonization of the Moon, not just with rockets, but fusion powered ground-to-space railcannons. On the Moon, as the hard work of creating a functioning infrastructure succeeded beyond expectations, a raucous culture took hold, fueled by schedules dictated by workers determined to make sure everyone was awake enough to do their job and not explode the base doing it. The most educated populace in history found itself with the free time to stretch out and do something interesting. This was a golden age for many fields, but amateur rocketry was also a theme. That sub-culture managed to secure a concession, as rocket manufacture on the Moon became feasible, that some of those rockets produced would be individually owned, as determined by lottery. You won, not long before the Cosmic hit. God help us all. 3. Your operating theatre: D - The Earth - It's not simply that oceans and water tables are intoxicating and often deadly to a host of animals. Infrastructure around the world was damaged by the Cosmic, and coastal settlements everywhere are still adapting to an encroaching ocean. Inland, there are a host of ethanol lakes, both opportunity and irritation. Many communities are still isolated or otherwise in dire straits. E - The Moon - The mares of the moon made for ideal ground for subterranean settlements. There, we built self-sustaining cities and industry, and the beginnings of a fleet to create a true interplanetary society. The Cosmic nearly drowned all of that, and with every lunar night, it threatens to do so again. While there are a few lucky settlements rarely impacted by the Cosmic, most are frequently submerged and isolated. A few unfortunate settlements have remained inundated and isolated ever since the Cosmic struck the Moon. F - Mars - The Red Planet had been within reach but unfeasible to settle for several decades before the Cosmic - home only to a small research base. That base was the first to notice the Cosmic, and Mars was even harder hit than the Moon. Mars, with a shorter day, and greater distance from the sun, does not face the same dramatic ethanol cycle that the Moon does, and so Mars is now conclusively a planet of ethanol oceans. Though most nations and the UN have called for an evacuation of Mars, wildcat colonies have sprung up along Mars' new shores, delivered and supplied by the smattering of independent rockets that survived the Cosmic. The year is 2105, and it's time to clean up all this space booze. Notes: I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm going for vaguely believable science, let's find out what that means together!
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Name: Melon Usk [pronounced Mee-lon] Education: N/A, several decades of experience as a scam artist Employer: Self employed Theatre: Mars
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A E You wanna explore space? Put your home base in the shallowest gravity well you can find, it's so much easier to climb out of the Moon's well than Mars' or God forbid Earth's.
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who are you? in order of posting: 1d2 1 voted closed, writing.
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You are Dr Jane Giuseppe! Space! The frontier that just won't quit! And you're in it! Thankfully, you are also in a state of the art rocket. The model is a Rocket McRocketerson (internet polls still exist), out of the Frigonis shipyards, and in your admittedly inexpert understanding, it is a hell of a rocket. Extensively automated, capable of landing itself, rated for upwards of a hundred launches, light enough to not actually need to discard stages, the thing's frankly unrealistic. But it's yours. Most people formed small collectives to jointly own the rocket should they have won the lottery. You, however, entered by your lonesome self, and so this baby is all yours. Oh, you never named her! (him? they?) 1- Shipname and pronoun - write-in Your crew! You're a doctor, not a rocket pilot. Who'd you bring with you? 2 - You're willing to hire X people A - Sim-trained Enthusiast - Tamir Brasse B - Amateur Rocketeer - Wally Grandin C - Retrained Car Mechanic - Joyce Roberts D - Former Assembly Line Worker - Melissa O'Neal E - write-in profession 3 - What's your specialty anyway? - write-in Your cargo! Well, actually, you decided to bring a balanced inventory, focussing mostly on food, soil, and medical supplies. But the Rocket McRocketerson does have a cavernous storage bay. What else did you take? 4 - write-in ~~~~ Panic! A problem!! You were reading a nice textbook in the quarters when all the lights went off. 5 - You: F - Panic and mash every available button! G - Run to the cockpit! H - Don't panic, look for your towel! I - Write-in vorebane fucked around with this message at 09:04 on Dec 25, 2020 |
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1 The Avocado (she/her) The lack of atmosphere on the moon allowed engineers to experiment with new shapes and when we finally saw our finished rocket this was what immediately went through our heads. It'll suck to take off and land from Mars, but it should work, or so the eggheads have been telling us 2 C+E write-in: Tanya Perkins - the muscle, ex army conscript 3 Solar navigation During med-school we took a minor in astronomy and interstellar mechanics, this is coming in handy now as we have to calculate efficient routes through the solar system and around the Cosmic 4 Luxury Food stuffs We're carrying not just the lovely gruel that's space efficient to rehydrate, no we're carrying a bunch of freezers with fresh delicacies: mangoes, coconuts, pineapples, cured hams, sweet desserts, you name it. The storage equipment is bulky and draws a lot of power, but you wouldn't believe how willing people are to splurge on real fruit after eating nothing but rehydrated krill and soy for several months. 5 G
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sheep-dodger posted:1 The Avocado (she/her) +1, except 5. H Never leave home without your towel. A towel is just about the most massively useful thing an interplanetary rocketeer can carry.
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I have realized you need a better understanding of the state of medicine in 2105! Have a couple potential specialties! Gene Therapy - The host of 'CRISPR' gene editing tools has significantly advanced, and gene therapy is now a burgeoning treatment method for a host of inherited conditions. The central problem of preventing gene editing bacteria from going off and wreaking havoc in human bodies was solved by making CRISPR bacteria hypersensitive to radiation. This makes safely destroying CRISPR tools post-treatment simple, as well as allowing microtargeted radiation to 'corral' CRISPR tools within a subsection of the body without using radiation harmful to humans. Gene therapy takes significant time to work safely, largely by minimizing the amount of active gene editors at one time. There have been attempts at inducing novel functionality, ie genetic enhancements, but these are widely considered not worth the risk for the benefit. Cellular machinery has had millions of years to get decently efficient, after all. There has been one very significant advance in gene modifications, however - ethanol respiration has enabled both gene modded lungs capable of surviving in some high ethanol atmospheric conditions, and 'ethanol gills,' allowing the same in liquid environments while keeping liquid ethanol out of the lungs. Direct Psychiatry - Material science has enabled one of the most significant breaches in medical history - that of the blood-brain barrier. In short, a tiny mechanical arm is directed into the nose, where a needle is employed to deliver medicine directly to the brain behind the olfactory bulb and into the cribiform plate. The invasiveness of this treatment precludes use for daily psychiatric medications, of course. Instead, packets of drugs are delivered, engineered for sustained release, allowing patients to forgo ingested medications entirely. Once drugs are delivered, a polymer plug is inserted in the needle, the needle itself being largely the same polymer, designed to be precisely sensitive to blood pressure - allowing blood to drive channels through the plug and needle in minutes, and eventually dissolve harmlessly. The new hotness in direct psychiatry is reactive dispensers, capable of analyzing the brain's chemical environment and releasing relevant drugs.
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Let's be specialized in Gene Therapy then!
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 Jane, showing off the Avocado at the lottery gala! ~~ So obviously I can't maintain any kind of pace, especially when shook by world events. But I do want to keep at this, and get into the habit of writing again. Hence, this post. Voting is closed - outcomes are: "The Avocado", C+E, Tanya Perkins, Gene Therapy with a non-medical specialty of Solar Navigation, luxury foodstuffs, grab a towel THEN run for the cockpit! ~~ At some point, Dr Jane will land on Mars!
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Instead of landing on Mars, have a relevant history primer! In 2020, with the collapse of the American Police State, the Surrender of Capital began. In August, it's estimated only a few dozen professionals and CEOs across the country began to divest their wealth to those around them. This had a host of outcomes but specifically Reginald Huntington had concocted a scheme wherein he disguised bricks of a thousand million dollar cheques, and began throwing them, hiding them, and dropping them from his private helicopter over the course of August. This too had various outcomes, but Tara Riordon, a young law student found herself with two bricks, and, having deduced some of their value, found her way home to discover she had packed home two-thousand million-dollar-cheques. Outside, the first so-called Divestment Riot had begun, stoked by desperation, rumour, and twitter bots. This, like all the Divestment Riots, was less violent than claimed in media, but was a chaos of standoffs, robberies, pursuits, and Pyrrhic bargains for safety. Tara used her phone to cash a few cheques in her own account, and, having a VPN, began to demand log in credentials for a host of friends local and online, ultimately distributing, quite honestly, hundreds of millions across the world and Boston. Over the coming days, she would phone-cash the other brick of cheques in her own account, determined to amass enough money to enact a scheme of her own. While the news deduced Huntington's culpability and excoriated him and the populace for the chaos and the US establishment sought to tighten the loopholes that had made divestment possible, Tara assembled friends and hired online jobseekers to incorporate for two purposes - protection of trans rights, and improvement of transition medicine. Two billion or so would prove to not actually be enough to fuel the meteoric rise of 'Caeneus Lives,' but it was enough to get a lot of work done while Tara scrambled to find funding from crowdfunding and grants. Today trans rights are widely considered human rights, body dysphoria a condition best treated by changing the body to suit, and any kid that kicks up a fuss about it can get on the path to a youthful transition. This is a scary proposition to many still, but between legal victories and what has come to be thought of as CL's third pillar, education, anger over this victory is down to a simmer. It helps that CL is at the forefront of gene therapy, producing extensive gene editing suites, both general and specialized in transition therapies. You have both! It seemed like a good idea. So a quick primer on gene editing, condensing your years of education into a technobabbley summation of what you can do. Most genetic disorders can be cured during pregnancy, but those that slip through the cracks can receive relief at greater difficulty, varying greatly by disorder. Gene therapy is still in it's infancy. The specialized transition suite, in comparison, is meant to work in conjunction with a host of therapy, hormones, and a touch of surgery, none of which you actually have available on the rocket. All that is pretty readily available though, it's the gene therapy that is difficult enough for rocketeering gene therapists to be an even slightly interesting financial strategy. The central genetic modification these days is ethanol respiration, whether lung based or gills. But there are others. And you can make your own, if you spend the time working on it. For both mods we can acquire and mods we invent, I will accept and consider write-ins. This may well doom us all but that's ok. vorebane fucked around with this message at 10:23 on Jul 21, 2020 |
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UPDATE!!! There is, in fact, a luxury foods for space industry, not only from Earth to the Moon, but also to the small constellation of habitats around the Earth and Moon. Mars isn't beneath consideration as a largely wildcat destination, but you're going to be pushing expiry dates. The three main constraints on luxury foods are that they be in-compressible (or amusingly compressible will do, ie splatcakes!), the expense in weight and air on refrigeration (mere insulation is still an imperfect solution), and the law. For instance, the Space Biospheres Act, an international agreement regarding interplanetary commerce, mandates space-borne fruit be fertile, ie the seeds capable of growing a new plant, given proper care. Buuuuut, I regret to inform you that you are a doctor with the heart of a scammer. So you happen to know a guy who knows a guy from Free Alaska. The 'terminator' fruit don't. Fruit, that is. They're just fantastically cheaper, and nearly good quality too! 1 - Was the fruit we brought 'terminator' fruit? A - Yes +3 (dosh) B - No Our literal ton of fresh fruit is legal and will support the martian economy and won't cause us any goddamn problems. Other than that we brought about a ton of cakes, authentically splatted by your expert piloting, and a half ton of eggs, the last half ton to assorted meats. Oh right there was an emergency!!! Climbing in the dark is kind of a pain in the rear end under deceleration. You do manage to climb up, carefully avoiding smacking your head like you usually do in the light. You hear... humming? Your eyes have just adjusted in time for you to see your engineer, Joyce Roberts, blind you by turning on the lights. She starts as you reel a bit. "Oh I putcha in the dark there didn't I? I'm sorry I was checking that our starscape matches up with what the ol' navcom expects!" (You know, from solar navigation based hooky-playing, that this is a thing, if a mildly obsolete thing.) "Also I like the starscape, I do like to take pictures of it. Did you get a towel running up here? Oh bless your heart, that'd saved us all if we had a small hull breach or something." 2 - You are: C - Incensed - people? enjoying themselves? on YOUR rocket? D - Annoyed - Please warn us if you turn out all the lights again. E - Pleased - she noticed you got a towel!  Your destination. The Great Martian Ocean reaches as far as about the lower third of green in this awesome topographic map. The ethanol cycle means lots of crater lakes everywhere Well somewhere on this orb you're gonna set down at any rate. Time to check in!! F - High Olympus Observatory - "Heeeeeeey give us your tasties" - The only official settlement on Mars, this UN outpost had been self sufficient for a few years before the Cosmic Deluge, weathered the peak of the storm from within Mount Olympus, and today is experimenting with living sustainably on a wet Mars. G - The Shelf - "Buddy, you seriously can breathe ethanol these days? Hook us up!" - Where the Marineris Trench gives way to the Great Martian Ocean, this settlement is dug in along cliffsides, clifftops and canyon beaches. Many here have ambitions to traverse the ocean, but that's a fair ways ahead yet H - Hellashore - "Darling I have no idea what we want, I'm new." - This is actually the most populous settlement on Mars, founded before the Deluge. The place actually has shores now! Finally, what is (dosh)? Why it's a simplified representation of currency, representing a unit allowing to get some hefty stuff, while trivializing your ability to afford the less expensive things in life. (Dosh) comes in whole number increments, and I will track them to one decimal place. So far as I know, irrational (dosh) is right out, no pi (dosh) for you. Thanks to Swedish Thaumocracy for the example given for the [wealth] mechanic in the fantastic Trouble on the Rim!
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 Mars rolls beneath the Avocado, and the screens, the navigation computer, and your own expertise all agree - it looks like a nice peaceful descent. There are storms roaming the planet, of course, but not a one near the Shelf. Instead you get some nice shots of Olypmus Mons being slightly harried by a mid sized storm. Soon it will recede, as will the three great mountains east of it, beneath the horizon. ~~ One set of cameras is focussed on the rangefinders at the Shelf, the horizon of Mars draws near, the Tharsis Montes have long receded from view. The rangefinders' readings show you on the outer end of the projected vector's error cone. On the one hand, you know high altitude winds can turn a descent sour if they're shifting you just wrong. On the other, you have a cobbled together education for this! So you call up Shelf Control on the radio. "Shelf Control, this is Avocado, please confirm my altitude, vector, and airspeed - my instruments show me close to a bad vector." "Avocado, confirmed, putting 'scopes on you." An uncomfortable moment passes. This kind of instrument sharing had been automated for decades prior to the Cosmic, but the Deluge put paid to the satellites that enabled this all over. You had studied the easy way to do things, and given yourself a crash course in the hard way after you won the lottery post-Deluge. The satellites that might make it easy for you on the moon are newly built, launched into a lunar sky swept clean by the Cosmic. The Earth's position, incidentally, is more complicated - Cosmic and battered debris make both Earth descents and launches impossible in middle latitudes, and even the far more difficult polar launches are impaired. Establishing satellites in Earth's orbit is a far off goal still. "Avocado, I can confirm you are on your desired vector." "Thank you Shelf Control. Avocado out." 1. It crosses your mind that you could have sassed that man. Should you have sassed that man? How should you have sassed that man? The rest of your descent is uneventful. You can see some of the Shelf's boxy habitats as you draw closer - though most are hidden beneath and within the canyon cliffs, you end up focussing on a few apparent houseboats on the Eos Chasma. It's only after the Avocado actually touches down that you notice, with a start, a small host of people, suited up against the thin Martian air and sitting outside. You can also see people packing the observation blister - though many there are getting up to leave. You might very well get swamped here. 2. How should you approach this? Write-in Sometimes a fancy plan is right at the top of your mind. A. Raise Shelf Control, ask them to put you in contact with the medical facilities here. B. Cool off, give the Shelf staff a chance to connect a rocketway to you. C. Send Tanya out to arrange a queue. There's not exactly a protocol for travelling rocketeer gene therapists assessing triage situations in wildcat colonies, but it should be fine. D. Go out to talk to people yourself.
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1 Nah. He was doing you a solid, and Am-I-Going-To-Crash checks are a pretty bad time to diss someone helping you. 2. C.
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AJ_Impy posted:1 Nah. He was doing you a solid, and Am-I-Going-To-Crash checks are a pretty bad time to diss someone helping you. This sounds good to me
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We do not Sass, Sass is saved for people who disappoint us. C
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AJ_Impy posted:1 Nah. He was doing you a solid, and Am-I-Going-To-Crash checks are a pretty bad time to diss someone helping you. Well-reasoned and nthed
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Boba Pearl posted:We do not Sass, Sass is saved for people who disappoint us. *Jane sheathes her Sass. For now.* I was going to wait to post this til I had more decisions but hey. More to come shortly. ~~~  ~~~ As the landing pad and the area around it cool, as Tanya puts on her evasuit with practiced, steady motions, as the ethanol-thick wind erodes the landscape, as yes, it does seem that a large portion of the Shelf populace have turned out to be treated or at least observe, it would perhaps be best to consider the state of your medical resources, and the field in general. You have 20 sitting 'corrals' for short term treatments, 4 long term beds, along with a nice 69 CRISPr isolation vats. You have medical supplies from bandages to direct-psychiatric polymers and slow release drugs, and half a gram of the newer near-nanoscopic drug synthesizers, suitable for treating approximately 10 (ten) human brains. That's the expensive stuff. That cost some 15 [dosh] and worth every penny-equivalent. Look it's a big rocket. And you got a loan. We'll, uh, talk about that. Later. But the field in general. This is a doozy. CRISPr use in humans began in earnest in 2028 as fears of a carbon-heavy future spiked, as it became clear that no, 8ish years of taking this thing seriously was not soon enough. The promising corrections to genetic conditions were set aside to create a suite of modifications, installed on a human embryo, including carbon dioxide breathing, extreme heat toleration, brain hyper-oxygenation and other features meant to make being human survivable in a ruined world. 'Carbon tolerant' humans turned out to be not wholly neccessary - nuclearisation, massive reforesting, and carbon capture technolgies succeeding well beyond expectations meant we could survive with only some 'lifestyle crunch' in the West, while raising the living standards of the rest of us such that everyone could contribute to a low-carbon future. 'Carbies' still exist, and they're a history and a field all their own. They're largely indistinguishable from the rest of us - their central feature seems to be an endlessly hearty appetite. In the depths of the climate crisis, carbon-tolerant teenagers were instrumental in evacuating newly hostile environments. They're still with us - they have kids of their own now, and they can now breed naturally with the rest of us without gene therapy interventions. Gene therapy ultimately came to space to fuel a permanent colony on the moon in 2057, as the still nascent field plateaued at only producing enough to be effective on the most efficient and earliest interventions. But the pilot project for it discovered that rather than weathering space conditions as anticipated, the CRISPr bacteria thrived and committed to the feeding strategy of background radiation and neutrinos. The underpinnings of this discovery are still unknown, but the effects are clear - space-exposed CRISPr bacteria in isolation chambers become obligate radiophiles, performing the remarkable trick of being more vulnerable to radiation than mammals - even if the cause is hotly debated behind the closed doors of the profession. HOW DO YOU, JANE GIUSEPPE, FEEL ABOUT THIS? A) Cynical - The world spins on, and the human animal is corrupt. B) Earnest - ... all human knowledge is based on the finite sum of our own mortal efforts. What we do not understand has always dwarfed what we think we know. Here, in this field, we have a strong understanding of what radiophile CRISPr can and cannot do. With modern techonology we are able to observe CRISPr within the human environment. Evidence of regressed CRISPr bacteria is detectable these days, and so I say to you, gene therapy is safe, it is strong, and it is my friend. Where was I? C) Blase - I mean, I get paid. D) Something else? Add-on votes to A B or C, or separate emotions altogether fit here.
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You are startled from your reverie by the crackle of the intercom. Joyce proclaims, "He found his notes!!" Notes? The Shelf dispatch guy you guess? So you put him on the intercom! "Dr. Jane Giuseppe, speaking." That's a plausible greeting, let's say you said that. Dispatch takes a deep breath. "I don't have my notes," he begins. And stops. "My notes are somewhere, I swear I didn't move them but hey. Our medical administrator is off on vacation, sooooo, off the top of my head, we've got a good hundred of us wanting ethanol gills, some folks want to go hiking with ethanol lungs. Everyone wants some kind of mitigation for the superfine dust here. Other than that I need to talk to my clinics around town." The rush of words pauses as he takes a deep breath. What do? A) Let him talk? You can't leave the rocket yet anyway. B) Ask him to talk to clinics around the Shelf post-haste. C) Interrupt - superfine dust? your admininstrator can't be contacted? something else? D) Get mad - "How will I get anything done under these conditions?!? Should you have not proper records of these things??" Anything specific to say here? E) Pretend to be patient - "I'm sure you have a lot to keep track of." F) "I have goods. I wish to sell goods, you're the guy to talk about it right?" G) Go further than B, offer to call around as well if he'll put you through. H) Something else?
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I vote "D" for "DO EEEEEEET, FOR JONAH~!!!" Get your poo poo together, dispatch! Y'got info y'need t'give.. so have that poo poo handy!!
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Still slowly convincing myself to write, but based on an article I've read, it sadly seems I've come at my super science half assed and rear end backwards. Here is what we're actually doing with CRISPr these days: https://www.theguardian.com/science/2021/feb/21/after-the-nobel-what-next-for-crispr-gene-editing-therapies How that all relates to my dumb ideas about how gene editing therapy might develop is yet to be determined, but I like to start from a position of vague factuality so there you are!!
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You bite back your annoyance, and interrupt. "Let's reconstruct your notes then, if you're willing to put me on with those who aren't on vacation?" "Oh! Right! I'll put you on with our psychiatrist for starters, I'll hit up general practice." And so your nameless dispatch guy does. "Shelf Psychiatric," a prim, polite, to-the-point voice greets you. You are: A) Equally Prim B) Equally Polite C) Equally To The Point Eventually, one way or another you get your patient info. You now have the medical histories and information of five patients with various psychiatric disorders looking to make their medications more reliable. This was gene therapy's baliwick before injection through the spongiform plate was perfected, now you're going to annoy any direct psychiatrist if you treat them. You could also sell them the supplies to be treated by a direct psychiatrist that comes their way. But you did get here first. There are 2 transmen and a transwoman who have all been figuring themselves out while they're here on Mars, as one does. They would like varying interventions, should be an easy fix. There's someone who wants a... green thumb? Hm. You would like to: D) Speak with dispatch again, check up on how he's dealing with general practice E) Follow up on something specifically? Ok here's another doozy. Here we have a wildcat settlement. On another planet. How are they getting by? Are they seriously making enough to sustain themselves, let alone enough to afford your expensive, high tech treatments? Seriously, vorebane?? You're not buying my magical self-sustaining colony on a poison world!! Well, kind of. It's time for a history lesson! Moon settlement really got started in the 2050s as the climate crisis subsided, driven by the sea change in politics that the Surrender of Capital engendered. Ultimately, while schemes such as microwave power transmission and an Earth to Moon space elevator did not come to fruition, many industrial processes proved much easier in a low-gravity vacuum, and brisk export of helium-3 made fusion a nascent industry on Earth and the Moon. Luxury on Earth, as ever, reached the wealthier first, but now nations around the world, having grappled with climate change and seen the transformative effect of distributed wealth, built actually sane welfare systems, choosing to err towards overspending on the people. We cannot quite map what actually happened in these years. We are too sopping with inequality, too soaked in injustice, and so this future is perhaps too inscrutable to portray through our narrow window of written fiction. But essentially, millions found themselves at last free of desperation, of poverty, and began to do as Buckminster Fuller surmised, whatever they had been doing before all this suffering. And it turns out a lot of us are space nerds. Embedded journalists portraying life on the moon, crater-based skateboard parks, and tradespeople's plethora of ambitions were all projects that people around the world enabled. Eventually, a system of credit developed, to ensure certainty amongst the mercurial whims of nerds. The digital currency that is most common is FOIOM, or Friends Of Idiots On the Moon, which has nicely given way to Friends of Idiots On Mars. It's not (dosh), but it'll convert nicely. tl;dr That was a long way to go to say the Shelf is crowd funded, supported by a digital currency that extends generous credit!!
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Well you had to wrestle with the comms for a bit there - but you've gotten ahold of Rob, your (named!) dispatch guy. He's been talking to general practice, and their records - 85 patients wanting ethanol gills, 14 for the ethanol lungs, various disorders have popped up in 4 patients - are now on your computers. Tanya is all dressed up and snagging a brief nap while waiting for the landing pad's surroundings to cool. Won't be long now. But this brings you back to your brain, and what you decide to do! A) Send Tanya out as planned to wrangle folks, start accepting people for TRIAGE. B) Consult with dispatch, be sure we get everyone. C) Contact about any particular case. D) Get nurses from the Shelf in to prepare for treatments, 24 stations is a lot. E) Something else??!
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