Sorry for the lack of posting today. Been drawing all friggin day. Here’s the video. Being an Asmovian/Save the Cat Issue #3: Colonization.

A citadel first sort of idea with just flats

So I’m not sure what to write about this piece other than it’s an attempt at drawing buildings. I didn’t even use 1st perspective properly, which I will do in the future. Then I can work on two and third perspective for fun.

I’m just realizing how much freaking work I’ve got to do this to do it even at all—if at all well. I should do some writing today, try to get issue three catted out. But I can tell that I’m not focused—or perhaps I’m tired. That two minute video is hours of work condensed into an iPad video. Used Procreate for it since my Art Studio Pro isn’t responding well to my first generation iPad Pro any longer. I’m thinking of switching over to the Wacom mobilestudio full time now that I’ve gotten that airbrush brush handy. Plus it lets me stream and do everything I want. I just can’t find a seat that lets me sit without hurting the twisted part of my spine (fell down the stairs carrying books moving mums house for her; long story). The extra 150 lbs from anti psychotics and agoraphobia aren’t helping either. I should just do house exercises like I’m in prison. That way at least I’d get some sweat on. I do miss hiking in the sunshine though. Back when I was lighter, getting back down to 220 lbs, I was rocking 5ks three times a week and 4 mile hikes other days of the weeks. God damn it hurt. But that feeling of knowing that I got that far. Maybe I just need to buy a used elliptical once I move home. That might solve my issues. Who knows.

On to the Comic I Suppose. Let’s see if we can Cat out Issue #3.

So now that I’ve split up the three protagonists I’ve either got to kill them off or reunite them in proper ways. The first good lead is that He’h is powering back up unnoticed by the bandits that accosted him. So he may be the first natural lead to get out of his predicament. I just don’t want him to be a catch all for all problems like a nanoscale formed bot would become in real life. He needs to have artificial limitations put in place so that he can have weaknesses that are closer to human like. I wonder what would power a true nanoscale humanoid android. Some sort of self made chemical reaction is my guess. Like small scale self contained frisson or solar/space radiation power since that’s abounds across the universe. One Sec I’ve got to check on the name of the issue.

Alright so the name of the issue is Colonization, meaning that it’ll be about the beginnings of the colony. Meaning I want them to end up in a vertical farm being found by an unknown entity who take care of the farms. Perhaps an inquisitive bot who asks if they were grown within the farm (good natured naivety being a control mechanic of a lower caste robot). Also do I want them to meet up in this issue or the next. He’h can’t hurt people but he can make them hurt themselves through their own actions. Perhaps not.
Anyway let’s list out our Cattery shall we?

1. Opening image: Tied up to Tree. Tied up in the back of the car. Tied up in the back of another car.

2. Theme Stated: (let’s define colonization) Regrouping most likely as the bandits and fine folk alike attempt to assert their dominance over their specific areas.

3: Set-up: He’h Wakes. We see it from his point of view. Pixelated and perhaps in U.V.. Upon his waking he makes quick work of disabling the car he’s in. The bandits argue and fight until they get heated enough to pull metal on one another and they end up shooting each other in a standoff. “Draw iron or I’ll make it easy for you,” says one bandit. The second pulls it and turns in time to fire. We see the bullet go through the head of the one standing. The one kneeling at the wheel slumps against it heart shot and bleeds out. He’h is of an advanced self regulating program, knowing that a person can be defined as good or evil by their actions, and makes no attempt to save either of them.

4. Catalyst: He’h strips the car of all the parts that would be useful of him in a cloud of himself. Nothing is left. He does the same to the bodies. We watch them disintegrate from flesh to bone to brain to nothing.

5. Debate: He’h turns one way. Then another. He beings walking in a direction with destination unbeknownst to the reader. His silver body shining in the sun.

6. Break into Two: (Perhaps two have regained connection and the last is on his way to their meeting location. Most likely Homnie.) He’h finds the hideout where the protagonist is held. She’s found tied up on a very well used mattress but is unharmed, as the boss was “saving her for himself that night” as he put it.

7. B Story: Homnie’s story being accosted through Bandit/rat tunnel thugs. Finding that the cane that He’h made him becomes a weapon when swung against an enemy. “Most useful.”

7.(B) B Story: True B Story: We see and update at Mayor Stevens point of view. He asks his unblinking eye why she hasn’t been found yet. It blinks once slowly. “What do you mean you don’t know?” The eye “Shakes it’s head” Stevens waves it away. Find her. It disappears quickly.

8. Fun and Games: Homnie being Captured and tortured by the bandits before escaping. (Fun and games can be negative).

9. Midpoint: We see Homnie bloodied walking through the desert once again, and a split shot of the other two racing towards him as He’h tells the protagonist that the cane is a part of himself and can find it, at least until his current body is destroyed in some way.

10. Bad Guys Close in: Bandits that saw the protagonist escape with He’h follow them and find them. They have rocket launchers/laser rifles (whichever is more effective at the nanoscale. Likely lasers). They aim at He’h’s head and upper torso and fire. It’s obliterated right next to the protagonist, throwing her into the sand, as bits of molten glass rain down upon her. He’h slumps to the ground.

11. All is Lost: The Boss bandit says he isn’t finished with her yet and was truly offended by her impoliteness. Drawn: he is a hulking fat, disgusting male. Missing finger tips from rot, and teeth from lack of hygiene.

12. Dark Night of the Soul: She’s picked up and thrown over his shoulder while she yells at him to stop. He smacks her hard across the back of the head with the butt of his gun and she slumps down. They crest a hill and are gone.

13. Break into Three: Additional Character. Homnie finds a pilot and gets him to fly out into the desert looking for the others. As they get airborne he notices that the cane warms and vibrates when heading in a certain direction. “Head that way” he says. Got to have the pilot say we’re 5 by 5 before taking off.

14. Finale: They eventually find the shinning mass that is He’h rebuilding himself from the sand and rocks around him in a little crater. The cane vibrates strongly. They land and collect him, allowing him time to rebuild completely before touching down and losing any part of the ship.

15. Final Image: Two panels: Boss Bandit standing in the doorway of the room smiling looking down. Teeth and eyes main focal point. Second panel is the ship flying over the desert with He’h hanging out the side of the open hanger (Still strapped in) pointing at the nearest Bandit building (a discarded series of containers combined with ‘refuse’).

For next episode catching the boss: He’h asks protagonist if she wants it to hurt (Boss’s death) and she nods, furious tears in her eyes. He’h closes the door and Boss starts to scream. Until he doesn’t.
Homnie asks how He’h did it out of earshot of the protagonist. He’h answers: One atom at a time, from the bottum up. “Why so harsh?” asks Homnie. He’h responds “He hurt her. The one I’m meant to protect. Retribution was in order. Not to mention the millions of deaths he and his friends caused within my systems. Each life snuffed out in an instant all screaming in articulated pain. A moment for some. An eternity for them.” Homnie is quiet for a moment, and pats the bot on the shoulder, and then goes to the protagonists side.

The Philosophy of an Asmovian.

Being an Asmovian.

So we know that the acolyte goes to the statue and offers their vigil to the memory of the man the statue represents.
Then she goes to the ships bar, if only to blend in as she doesn’t drink herself, where behind them a massive dead planet (Trantor?–the center of the universe) is pulled to it’s demise and she says to her glass “It all ends at Trantor ( or something similar about the center of the universe.).

She makes her way back to her bunk bed/ sleeping quarters which happens to be a large wall of rooms which are opened by keycards which she swipes to gain entry to her own suite. She’s masquarading as an artist and her art hangs from the walls of the suite and is mathematical in nature.

As she comes to the table there is a letter left on the “faux wooden” table which she opens. The note reads something menacing about people knowing who she is.
A cold sweat breaks across her body as the corners of the letter smolder and ignite and she’s left holding a fistful of ash.

“So they’re not entirely outdated in their approach.” She takes the ash and pours it down the toilet of the and flushes it. Above shot of it swirling away.

[Creators note] I feel that Asimov’s characters on the whole are, while not passive as they believe in a the greater plan, are not actively aggressive. I want to change that a little bit to give my character a bit of a bite/edge to her.

She rests against her bed, sitting. Not lying down, and falls into a semi sleep state.

The next day: We see a shot of the ship and how truly massive it is compared to their objects in space. They are semi planet sized to carry enough terra forming materials and peoples around the galaxies. They use photon entanglement to send transmissions to each other across vast distances.

The ship is broken up into townships that will each be their own colony town upon landing. Most are made up of different economic classes, but some are of mixed castes so that there is a more diverse perspective during the initial phases of building.
“It takes all kinds isn’t a motto most ignore when doing this work.”

Each township has a governing board and mayor that have varying level of corrupt nature as most politicians would do on any planet. Some are not above trading goods or services to the lower castes to move them up in the ships ranking so they get a better domicile or what have you.

Our protagonist decides to meet up with the other town ships local acolytes and see what they think she should do. The nearest is a female sculptor who was the one responsible for placing the statue in the forest of each of the townships parks in the first place.


“Handy work there Abigail” which is of course not her real name. In fact she didn’t know her true name, as she assumed Abigail didn’t know hers. It just wasn’t done to save lives of those collected by the galactic governmental police.

Abby stops what she is doing, working with a laser to etch a plaque for the mayor who may have warranted his own statue for his town ship. The corruption was deeply rooted and you either played with it or were destroyed by it, at least until the great plan was taken into action and the corruption could be weeded out.

Abby’s suggestion is to go to the third district and see the mayor there, one of the governing boards members able to allocate funding for the Asmovian needs discretely, as most assumed the bribes he took went into his own coffers and not for altruistic matters. “Go see Mayor Stevens, he’ll have a broader view than I do on how to handle the situation. It is not part of my plan’s allowance to help you with much, I’m afraid to say.” Says Abbey.
The protagonist thanks her, smiles warmly, and heads out. She turns back at the door as it opens, resting her arm on the door frame: No you’ve done more than I could have hoped for. I just hope there’s something that can be done to root them out before we land, or I’ll be worrying about them the entire time I’m setting up my part of the plan.”
Abbey nods gruffly, while lowering a blast shield over her eyes and going back to the laser etching she was working before.

Upon gathering up the needed money to bribe the receptionist, everyone gets their cut, she moves up to the third district—much the same as the others yet imperceptively cleaner than some others, as though the metal walls repelled dust on their own.

She makes it to the mayors office and meets the receptionist. She hands her a voucher for 250 credits and asks for a meeting with Mayor Stevens.
“What is this about?” asks the receptionist.
“I need to ask him about if he wants shipments of my paintings for his domiciles. Something soothing yet enjoyable.” She says.
The receptionist nods, as many come looking to have their wares in his stead.
“Go have a seat and I’ll buzz you through once he’s available.” Says the receptionist.
She thanks her and goes and sits under a large painting, one that just happens to be hers from a early time period.

The light over his office door flickers and goes out and a buzzer goes off faintly.
“You can go in now.” Says the receptionist.
She thanks her and heads into the spacious office.
Gleaming metal from most angles meet her, and a desk of real wood and metal separate her from Stevens and herself.

He’s a man in his late 40’s, jolly. Reddish cheeks, not from drinking, but from living through his life as directed by the second foundations wishes work load. A hard life, but enjoyable enough.

How may I help you? He asks with a knowing look.
The protagonist grimaces.
“Someone knows about us. I don’t know who yet, but I fear for our movements down below once we get planetside.”
He waves her away, motioning to a leather seat formed likely by one of his connections, as leathers of most types were quite rare of a commodity in the outer reaches. She sat. The seat made no effort to stop her, enveloping her comfortably as she rested within it’s hold.

There is always someone trying to break up the plan dear, says Mayor Stevens. It is best to lie in wait and let them make a mistake than to alert them that you know you’re being watched and fumble. Go about your business and if you get more messages let me know, and I will sort them out for you, put out my feelers as such—which little resources I have. Until then act as though nothing is wrong or you’re going to draw suspicion to yourself and others.
“That’s it?” She asked.
Stevens nodded and smiled.
That’s the best we can do with the current amount of information we have.

He bid her farewell and shuffled her out the door. I have much to do, I’m sorry we couldn’t talk more on this.
The door buzzed and closed behind her leaving our protagonist rather dumbstruck.

“Did you get what you needed?” Asked the receptionist?
After a momentary lapse she nodded. “More than I could have hoped for.”
The receptionist smiled and the protagonist left the office, heading once again to her domicile.

Inside Mayor Stevens office an eyeless recording device blinked twice, signaling that it required responding to.
“You see that?” She’s starting to trust in us over other people. A good sign I think. Keep an eye on her and we’ll see how well she does with this test before we land, shall we?”
He shuffled some papers, and the staring eye blinked twice, slid into the wall, and what was once something barely noticeable became smooth metal.

Chapter 2:

Okay, so let’s write a comic book.

Being an Asmovian is clearly a visual story telling endeavor.
I figured it would be a novel but then I kept seeing her face as she bent down to wish her blessings on the statue. Now I can’t unsee it.

So I’ve come up with the information for the first 15 panels so far. Shots. Dialogue. Nothing too fancy. Perhaps a page or few at most. But I want to test it out and see how well I do with it.

I need to figure out a name for the heroine–or to leave her nameless as the folks of the second foundation do not use their real names in public, until I absolutely have to give her one.

I have an iPad sitting here with Clip Studio Paint and I could get it started as we speak but I want to use my Wacom, and it’s airbrush which I get tomorrow because while I’ve had it for a while I didn’t do much with it other than the first attempt at a comic.

I think I’ll try the Loomis method of head drawing since I’ve only done front on portraiture up until this point with sharpies and digital pieces.

I’m thinking she’s on a planetary level cruiser moving millions of beings to a new planet as the foundling foundation member for that outpost. She’s already posing as a well to do artist with the intent to put up the next marker for the travelers that come to pass as set up per the foundations wishes. But she’s just come back to her bunk after watching Trantor collide with its sun and go super nova (I need to check the physics of this to be true or not, instead of what I want it to be) and found a note that says “we know” on it before it spontaneously combusted.

So there’s an enemy there somewhere on the ship, and she had no idea who it is or what their motives are. Or if they’re even enemies at all.

Through out the story she’ll meet people who, as the multi disciplinary scientists, set up the terraforming–a word long lost to antiquity but used nonetheless. Robots do the heavy lifting, even if they are sentient they have come to have a statute of rights about their livelihoods that allows them to coexists with this current generation of humans. As she meets these people I’ll explain how they could be used in our current formation to fight climate change if at all possible. Some of it may be sci-fi, some of it hard science.

So far these are some of the designs/machinations I’ve come up to tinker with throughout the story in my past year of study:

I. Generators. Townsend Atom-level Generators T.A.G.s

II. Vertical Farms. The basic. The improved. The most abundant.

III. Coastal Erasure – attempts at informing the public/U.N. What can be done. Planning Accordingly.

IV. Light Based computers using crystal lattices as mathematical operators. LIGO Method.

V. Creating a white hole using T.A.G.s. and Electron density Fields.

VI. Bending Black holes using heavy atoms within the confines of White Holes.

VII. Clearing off negatively charged dirty Solar Panels using Electrons subsinks.

VIII. The Efficiency Play.

IX. Destroying Cancer Cells with a T.A.G. powered system.

X. Direct to brain chemical interface using Biomedical Stent.

XI. Healing Scar Tissue JRE 945

XII. Picometer Tunneling Scanning Microscope.

XIII. Spinal Nerve Damage Repair/Circumvention using dual synced Pulse rates.

XIV. Dimpling and Pimpling Silicon to get any shape needed for production methods using N/P Type Doping.

XV. Fighting Asthma with a carbon based mask.

XVI. Carbon Inverted Heat Condensor.

XVII. Artifical Synapses/Electrolytes First Gen Electron. Second Gen Light-based.

XVIII. Using Below Freezing Carbon (expansive) for near any element printing. To set up the Wave

XIX. Diffusing peripheral vision to shorten the distance and thickness of goggles or eye wear to be glasses level thin for ar uses. For those that don’t want to implant directly due to government overreach.

XX. Enriching Graphene to become closer to pure pco. (Denser.)

XXI. Traveling near light speed using compressed black and white hole combinations using expressed atoms to allow compression in spaces vacuum.

Perhaps her goal is to stay there for a decade or few and see that everything turns out to Seldon’s plan. Then she moves onto the next planet going at light speed.

I’m not too sure yet. More to think about while I work. But I’ve written pages on each of these subjects, done diagrams, stored diagrams mentally, and I think this may be an interesting way to disseminate information into the public, if I can make the comics well drawn enough and pretty enough to keep people interested with some action. Perhaps an attack/disaster befalls the fledgling colony.

So much to think about. Fun times.

Pleasurable day to you all.

-J

Interstellar travel using relative gravity canister (using black and white holes) to create gravitational wave tunnels so that canister may Enter the new time/space area and travel safely faster to near C and back down again safely.

Basically you send out gravitational waves, which have been compensated so that they do no oscillate but remain a constant variable within a range of acceptable outputs and condense time as many times as the canister can output to compensate for the magnitudes of powers of gravity/distance shortened cubed and then reverse output to lengthen time allowing it to slow to nearly a stop or some relative speed need for entry into star system.

Basically the acceleration function is an upside down parabola:

Starting at (-5,0) the starting location and increasing acceleration of the ship at time/space compressesion, up until the y intercept. (0,6) the point where it’s reached its maximum safe and expected compression rate (compresses to a single point when viewed from the outside) and/or the mid point of travel and begins to slow down at an increasing rate until it reaches it destination of (5,0) where it can rejoin normal gravity for that area, the gravitational waves can be directed to their decay path for safe disposal, and the trip is over in relative moments while still “traveling” in normal gravity.

Since every time you enter a gravitation wave tunnel it (I think) condenses space/ time either to the power of the gravitational constant/some distance, or the sum of the powers of condensing times the number of times it’s been condensed which is much greater. So you’d need a white hole excitement field to be able to produce enough electron to withstand the forces.

Something to think about is that each time you send out gravitational wave tunnel it’ll decay so travel will need to be guided to not interfere with excitable atoms/planets, plus you’ll leave a trail.

Thanks for reading.

Yours,

Jordan Townsend.