Lonesome Cowboy
10-19-2014, 02:30 AM
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The above production photo is from 2001: A Space Odyssey (1966), a space stewardess is seen elegantly using a portable computer. In the film she’s stationed at Clavius Base which served as a Research Center when the first evidence of extraterrestrial life was discovered on the Moon.
"Like I said, my name is Jordan Castlerock. I am a time traveller, more specifically a socio-time engineer. I've been sent from what you would call "the future" to infiltrate mass media with the sole objective to plant technological, more precisely, ideological seeds in popular culture that will germinate into full blown material "realities".
"get him the hell out of here before I bash his damn brains in" Captain Bulgosi looks away in disgust as Jordan is grabbed by two officers and taken away.
Door slams behind them. Bulgosi stares at the swirling black nothing in his coffee mug. Like an eruption of molten lava he shoots up from his chair and violently throws the cup smashing it against a mirror on the wall.
"we got ourselves another one" he stares at his reflection. The people staring back from the other side are not impressed.
The above production photo is from 2001: A Space Odyssey (1966), a space stewardess is seen elegantly using a portable computer. In the film she’s stationed at Clavius Base which served as a Research Center when the first evidence of extraterrestrial life was discovered on the Moon.
"Like I said, my name is Jordan Castlerock. I am a time traveller, more specifically a socio-time engineer. I've been sent from what you would call "the future" to infiltrate mass media with the sole objective to plant technological, more precisely, ideological seeds in popular culture that will germinate into full blown material "realities".
"get him the hell out of here before I bash his damn brains in" Captain Bulgosi looks away in disgust as Jordan is grabbed by two officers and taken away.
Door slams behind them. Bulgosi stares at the swirling black nothing in his coffee mug. Like an eruption of molten lava he shoots up from his chair and violently throws the cup smashing it against a mirror on the wall.
"we got ourselves another one" he stares at his reflection. The people staring back from the other side are not impressed.