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A drawing based on my fictional universe. Under the line is a short story I wrote for it, though the translation isn't as good as I would like.
As he saw the tower, dividing the sunlit western sky solemnly in half, Mirza Dariush exclaimed in an almost gleeful voice.
"What an overwhelming, yet magnificent building! I cannot fathom how such a giant structure can remain stable without crumbling under it's own weight. Truly marvellous.... No wonder it is called tower of heaven."
Murad Effendi, not as enthusiastic about the tower, spoke.
"Marvellous, indeed, though I do not believe that such name suits the tower so well."
Upon hearing this, Dariush turned his chair, facing Murad with questions in his eyes.
"I thought you would be the last person not to be fond of the tower! Interesting. What makes you say that? As I know that the devil is more faithful than you, I suppose you do not share the same reasons with the imams?"
"Do you know how much materials are transported from our world to their world through that tower?"
Dariush responded in a puzzled voice.
"You mean those rocks, dirt and tar? I cannot see where the problem is. We even get paid for those useless things with amazing things like self moving carts and this drink we are enjoying."
Murad seemed to be frustrated by this response.
"Ores of rare metallic elements and barrels of liquid hydrocarbon are hardly useless things! Electrical trams and decaffeinated coffee are nothing compared to what they make with those materials up there. The materials you dismissed as to be worthless are the source of the otherworlder's prosperity. They make everything, from colorful clothes and medicines to those instant message delivering devices and thinking machines with them!"
As Murad finished his talk, Servet Bey lapped up the last drop of his coffee and joined the conversation.
"Even if it is so, what concern is that to us? Even if the rocks can be used to make such things, we do not have the necessary knowledge to utilize them. And thus, they are useless to us. Wouldn't it be wise to trade them for what we can use and enjoy now?"
Murad responded.
"Now they may be useless, sir. But will they be so useless to our descendants, sir? We might be satisfied with what we have now, but our descendants will eventually crave and need what the otherworlders have. As the otherworlders had to leave their homeworld, our descendants will have to leave here one day. But without the resources, would they be able to do so, sir? I cannot but feel afraid that we are enjoying present at the expense of our future, sir."
Hearing this, Servet Bey fell deep into thought. With a serious face, Murad Effendi concentrated on his thought too; and Mirza Dariush turned his gaze, looking at the glittering domes of the grand mosque quietly. The tea party ended.
As he saw the tower, dividing the sunlit western sky solemnly in half, Mirza Dariush exclaimed in an almost gleeful voice.
"What an overwhelming, yet magnificent building! I cannot fathom how such a giant structure can remain stable without crumbling under it's own weight. Truly marvellous.... No wonder it is called tower of heaven."
Murad Effendi, not as enthusiastic about the tower, spoke.
"Marvellous, indeed, though I do not believe that such name suits the tower so well."
Upon hearing this, Dariush turned his chair, facing Murad with questions in his eyes.
"I thought you would be the last person not to be fond of the tower! Interesting. What makes you say that? As I know that the devil is more faithful than you, I suppose you do not share the same reasons with the imams?"
"Do you know how much materials are transported from our world to their world through that tower?"
Dariush responded in a puzzled voice.
"You mean those rocks, dirt and tar? I cannot see where the problem is. We even get paid for those useless things with amazing things like self moving carts and this drink we are enjoying."
Murad seemed to be frustrated by this response.
"Ores of rare metallic elements and barrels of liquid hydrocarbon are hardly useless things! Electrical trams and decaffeinated coffee are nothing compared to what they make with those materials up there. The materials you dismissed as to be worthless are the source of the otherworlder's prosperity. They make everything, from colorful clothes and medicines to those instant message delivering devices and thinking machines with them!"
As Murad finished his talk, Servet Bey lapped up the last drop of his coffee and joined the conversation.
"Even if it is so, what concern is that to us? Even if the rocks can be used to make such things, we do not have the necessary knowledge to utilize them. And thus, they are useless to us. Wouldn't it be wise to trade them for what we can use and enjoy now?"
Murad responded.
"Now they may be useless, sir. But will they be so useless to our descendants, sir? We might be satisfied with what we have now, but our descendants will eventually crave and need what the otherworlders have. As the otherworlders had to leave their homeworld, our descendants will have to leave here one day. But without the resources, would they be able to do so, sir? I cannot but feel afraid that we are enjoying present at the expense of our future, sir."
Hearing this, Servet Bey fell deep into thought. With a serious face, Murad Effendi concentrated on his thought too; and Mirza Dariush turned his gaze, looking at the glittering domes of the grand mosque quietly. The tea party ended.
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The 'otherworlders' are actually humans from a resource company based in a planetary colony located in same solar system.
However, they failed to notice that cultures of these caniform 'aliens' are based on human ones(albeit, extremely ancient ones by their standards), as this group of colonists lost most of their historical records during the diaspora. They later realize this, however.
However, they failed to notice that cultures of these caniform 'aliens' are based on human ones(albeit, extremely ancient ones by their standards), as this group of colonists lost most of their historical records during the diaspora. They later realize this, however.
This is lovely! Much of the landscape reminds me of Morocco! We had plants very much like the flowering one in the fore ground called oleander, they were so pretty....and soooo very poisonous that tourists got sick every year from picking the pretty flowers and then getting the milky sap on their skin/food ect.
I love sci-fi like settings that retain old-world culture and charm, I hope we get to see more of this universe!
I love sci-fi like settings that retain old-world culture and charm, I hope we get to see more of this universe!
I missed this piece. Love it. A space elevator only works if there isn't anything below Clarke (geostationary) orbit and needs someone with a really high tech base to build and maintain. Hydrocarbons would be less critical to really high tech, except, perhaps for bulk carbon (cracking water for hydrogen and CO2 can make all kinds of things, but if there is a shortage of convieniant CO2, dragging carbon up out of a gravity well might be worth it) but exotic metals are always needed.
Thank you. These days I am starting to wonder if I should scrap the whole space elevator idea, for it seems to be too advanced and for the humans in this setting, and unnecessarily complicated. Perhaps it would be sensible to have them all settled on the planet itself, since now I have decided that the humans are nothing but a small colony of 4000 people.
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