Post by sheliakbob on Feb 15, 2010 1:18:58 GMT
[Spoilers for "Waters of Mars"]
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So, I had an incredibly vivid dream which I am mining for a scenario to run, eventually. (Don't worry, I'll leave out the squiggly bits and unnecessary details.)
The setting is Mars well into the future. Humankind has heavily colonized the Red Planet and the indigenous Ice Warriors are either segregated away from the humans in bivouacs or live in low income ghettos. The Martian colonies look remarkably like the London Underground, redressed without train tracks with futuristic message boards and holograph advertisements.
The main areas look like a huge mall, with a hologram sky. (the Mars Pride movements have forced them to substitute the salmon-pink of Mars' sky for the usual Earth-blue three days out of the week).
The Colonists dress in vinyl overalls with bioluminescent tattoos and have a nearly indecipherable local slang.
Ice Warriors sleep standing up in ranks and files inside ancient bivouac caverns. They have sporting events in which tight formations march at and around each other and occasionally collide into huge pushing/shoving matches. Not entirely unlike Rugby...
Some of the Ice Warriors have dropped out of their own society and lead "wasteful undisciplined" lives--listening to incredibly loud Industrial punklike music and doing exotic drugs (most of which glow). "Marspunks" can be spotted by their unique fashions--mostly growing the bio-organic rows of spines down their backs out until they look more like Godzilla's dorsal spines. They also smear flourescent and luminescent paints over their armor-shells in rude patterns.
Our POV (hey hiya!) winds up at a loud Marspunk rave-style party (mostly mosh-like combat-"dancing" and staggering about) at which we see stacks of water bottles donated by the Mars Water Commission. The bottles are black plastic just like the ubiquitous MWC pipes that are visible everywhere in the colony.
Mars?
Water?
OH NO! Our POV tries, ineffectually, to warn the horridly uncooperative Marspunks to stay away from the water bottles--alas to no avail! In no tme their are rogue Ice Warriors spouting jets of water like ruptured fire hydrants and things rapidly get out of hand.
Our POV runs screaming down the trackless tubes (with their pristine white ceramic tile walls and ceilings) yelling a warning to the people gathered at the upcoming platform/boutique--but despite various Hollywood notions, one cannot actually outrun a rushing wall of water and....
wakies.
Drawing from that imagery, what I've got so far is that the ancient Ice Warrior Martians found that sentient water eons ago, and learned that it could be contained by freezing it--or controlled by threatening to freeze it. There were "Canals" on Mars, filled with sentient fluid that served as slave transport labor for the Ice Lords. (the weird sentient water evolved in a deep underground sea--eventually tapped into by the Ice Warriors). Order was maintained by lining the canals with Ice Warriors evenly spaced with freeze-rod pole arms aimed at the water's surface, ready to punish any transgressions immediately and severely. And frostily.
The pocket found in the special was essentially from a frozen convict-pool, separated out and punished for rebelliousness millenia earlier.
Now, ignoring the indigenous peoples as humans can do so well, the colonial government is not only melting down the frozen glacier-mountains sacred to the Ice Warrior culture, but a greedy secret cabal inside the MWC has decided to disregard the strict warnings and restrictive regulations keeping them from drilling for deep water sources. Naturally, they have hit a reservoir of sentient water--banished long ago, or escaped, when the canal-servitude era ended rather nastily. MWC is now in the "hands" of the water and is preparing to take over in a big way...
I'm thinking of either "Return of the Canals of Mars" or "Revenge of the Canals of Mars" as an episode title.
Any comments or suggestions?
...
...
So, I had an incredibly vivid dream which I am mining for a scenario to run, eventually. (Don't worry, I'll leave out the squiggly bits and unnecessary details.)
The setting is Mars well into the future. Humankind has heavily colonized the Red Planet and the indigenous Ice Warriors are either segregated away from the humans in bivouacs or live in low income ghettos. The Martian colonies look remarkably like the London Underground, redressed without train tracks with futuristic message boards and holograph advertisements.
The main areas look like a huge mall, with a hologram sky. (the Mars Pride movements have forced them to substitute the salmon-pink of Mars' sky for the usual Earth-blue three days out of the week).
The Colonists dress in vinyl overalls with bioluminescent tattoos and have a nearly indecipherable local slang.
Ice Warriors sleep standing up in ranks and files inside ancient bivouac caverns. They have sporting events in which tight formations march at and around each other and occasionally collide into huge pushing/shoving matches. Not entirely unlike Rugby...
Some of the Ice Warriors have dropped out of their own society and lead "wasteful undisciplined" lives--listening to incredibly loud Industrial punklike music and doing exotic drugs (most of which glow). "Marspunks" can be spotted by their unique fashions--mostly growing the bio-organic rows of spines down their backs out until they look more like Godzilla's dorsal spines. They also smear flourescent and luminescent paints over their armor-shells in rude patterns.
Our POV (hey hiya!) winds up at a loud Marspunk rave-style party (mostly mosh-like combat-"dancing" and staggering about) at which we see stacks of water bottles donated by the Mars Water Commission. The bottles are black plastic just like the ubiquitous MWC pipes that are visible everywhere in the colony.
Mars?
Water?
OH NO! Our POV tries, ineffectually, to warn the horridly uncooperative Marspunks to stay away from the water bottles--alas to no avail! In no tme their are rogue Ice Warriors spouting jets of water like ruptured fire hydrants and things rapidly get out of hand.
Our POV runs screaming down the trackless tubes (with their pristine white ceramic tile walls and ceilings) yelling a warning to the people gathered at the upcoming platform/boutique--but despite various Hollywood notions, one cannot actually outrun a rushing wall of water and....
wakies.
Drawing from that imagery, what I've got so far is that the ancient Ice Warrior Martians found that sentient water eons ago, and learned that it could be contained by freezing it--or controlled by threatening to freeze it. There were "Canals" on Mars, filled with sentient fluid that served as slave transport labor for the Ice Lords. (the weird sentient water evolved in a deep underground sea--eventually tapped into by the Ice Warriors). Order was maintained by lining the canals with Ice Warriors evenly spaced with freeze-rod pole arms aimed at the water's surface, ready to punish any transgressions immediately and severely. And frostily.
The pocket found in the special was essentially from a frozen convict-pool, separated out and punished for rebelliousness millenia earlier.
Now, ignoring the indigenous peoples as humans can do so well, the colonial government is not only melting down the frozen glacier-mountains sacred to the Ice Warrior culture, but a greedy secret cabal inside the MWC has decided to disregard the strict warnings and restrictive regulations keeping them from drilling for deep water sources. Naturally, they have hit a reservoir of sentient water--banished long ago, or escaped, when the canal-servitude era ended rather nastily. MWC is now in the "hands" of the water and is preparing to take over in a big way...
I'm thinking of either "Return of the Canals of Mars" or "Revenge of the Canals of Mars" as an episode title.
Any comments or suggestions?
