The Ides of July – Part 2

Writing is literally, not figuratively, the last thing on my to-do list this evening. 

It’s below navel gazing and wool gathering.  It’s down there.

Yet I need to do this.  I need to stay in shape, I need to stay in practice.  Even as I pile up news of the failures perpetuated on my meatsuit by yours truly, I need to keep my mind sharp.  It’s all I have left, barring some incredible personal triumphs.

The Ides of July – Part 2

What did I do when I got accepted into the top science academy in the western hemisphere?  I celebrated by uprooting a rather large oak with a home-made explosive. 

What can I say?  I like what I like.  Things asploding is what I like.  Sue me.

Scientific Academics.  A rather dull and uninteresting name.  But the founder of the college was anything but. 

Elon Musk is a name that hardly needs mentioning.  He managed to hold us all together during the tense few months after the bombs stopped falling.  No one could’ve counted on him being the one to step forward, but life is funny that way. 

Sometimes you never know what you’re capable of until it’s suddenly thrust upon you.

Epic.  Foreshadowing.

I did fantastically in the environment of SA.  There were rules, and they were enforced with an adherence that would make any totalitarian government blush.  However, within the confines of those rules, we were free to experiment.

That was the entire point.  We were trapped.  Earth had stabilized, but the extremes in temperature and weather had become the norms instead of the oddities.  Parts of the globe were simply uninhabitable.  Florida was a wind-swept wasteland.  The Gulf of Mexico was an earthquake riddled nightmare.

We had to find a way to get the resources that our celestial neighbors harbored.  And we needed to do it fast.

Everyone tries to push the limit their first week in SA.  It’s expected.  We are all of us geniuses, used to a large amount of latitude because of our talents and potential.

That first week makes sure we understand our place.  Excruciatingly so.

To be continued…

Muskfully,
Justin