I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
I've been reading a lot of Lovecraft lately, which would explain it if the dreams were about arcane pelagic vistas of manifold weed-choked porticoes, but no such luck. It's just the standard issue first-day-of-college-and-don't-know-what-my-classes-are fare, peppered with some charming novelties about being unable to find an unawful job, and being on the run from the law. Give me the Deep Ones and Shoggoths, man.
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My last (remembered) dream was giving a pre-strike briefing to a corporate tac-team (belonging to my RL employer) just before they went out to the choppers that were carrying them to the LZ; with particular attention given to the defenses designed by refugees from the alien crash site in the Antartic. I believe the target was some hot IP and the researcher who had absconded with it, but I woke up before I got to that part of the briefing.
ReplyDeleteI believe I may need to run some Shadowrun...
Dude, you should know better. Once you get to "alien crash site in the antarctic", the only prudent strike is sending in nuclear ICBMs while you kick back with some margaritas in the northern hemisphere.
ReplyDeleteIt doesn't matter how valuable the target is; you ain't coming back with it. If you don't end up torn apart by Elder Things or eaten by a shapeshifting doppelganger, you'll have a poignant scene in which you realize your handlers can't be trusted with the target and destroy it yourself.
The LZ, was in Kansas. One of the secondary mission objectives may have been recovery of a refugee to provide targeting info to stand off and nuke the crash site from orbit, I woke up before we got to that part
ReplyDeleteGoing in against aliens from Kansas also generally proves to be a bad idea.
ReplyDeleteI believe it was more of a situation like this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Puppet_Masters.
ReplyDeleteStill dangerous as hell, though
The Puppet Masters is a 1951 science fiction novel by Robert A. Heinlein in which American secret agents battle parasitic invaders from outer space...
ReplyDeleteBefore reading any further, I can pretty much assume that the humans win by travelling back in time to become the aliens' parents, then travelling into the future to have sex with the aliens' grandchildren.
Nah, this is pre-Stranger. Rather conventional body horror as a metaphor for creeping communism.
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