Prompt: If this is an explanation of our common distinction between duty and supererogation, however, it is not a justification of it. The moral point of view requires us to look beyond the interests of our own soci- ety. Previously, as I have already mentioned, this may hardly have been feasible, but it is quite feasible now. From the moral point of view, the prevention of the starvation of millions of people outside our society must be considered at least as pressing as the upholding of property norms within our society.
Prompt: Back at the hangar, the crew awaited for pressures to equalize. The ship was in the bay and fully armed, full of explosives. A loaded gun. The cargo in its holds was in all likelihood illegal, probably toxic. Encounters with strange planets often bring strange organisms that cause strange afflictions. Never a good thing.
Plus, every ship has been in space without dumping a single dram of their human waste or garbage, for weeks, months, or even longer. Sometimes a ship’s water has been recycled so many times that it has turned grey and smells of urine and cinder.
The dust that gathers around the outside surfaces of a long distance ship is another squirrely hazard. Abrupt contact with oxygen can cause fires. Abrupt contact with moisture can produce very rare olfactory flowers.
And then there’s the parasites. The chief reason that no one would dare litter in space is that it draws the ambulance chasers of the universe into play. From single-celled organisms, to mammoth vacuum dwelling insects, all the way up to marauding bands of pirates armed with cloning equipment, they threaten. And since the reality is that innocent folks regularly get shanghaied, common wisdom keeps outer space clean.
Prompt: “Christ on a bike, father!”
But he was adamant: “You get out there and pick those tomatoes! Your only worth to me is by the pound.”
“Err, is that as in: ‘au revoir to pa?’ Or are you going to beat the pud out of me again?
He turned naked at me.
“Ah! As in you plan to terrorize another innocent little girl all night, is that it?”
This brought a terrible rain of fists down onto me. He grabbed the top of my hair with his left hand and pulled me up. Right fist.
That sound, my jaw breaking, I’ll never forget it.
But I had stood up to him.
Prompt: The black void. A dangling ship, tip-toeing around commerce. Unrestrained landing lights, so harsh, so footlight, so carved out by shadows of floating bodies. Needling puppets skittering across the back wall of the control room, actors across a stage.
Settlers, merchants, pirates, lawyers – they all eat, they all crap. There will be mating, berthing, and dancing of fools. All things petty. All things writ large. All things sintering down to a cold and singular fact: two ships meet in the night.
Prompt: In another part of the ship, Victoria was visiting Debi Aiello’s quarters. She had been summoned that night by a panting technician, begging her, ‘you are the only one who would understand,’ and so forth.
She arrived to a darkened cabin, and stark light stabbing down on white bedsheets. Debi Aiello was laid bare in her shorts and tank top, rolling around. The sight of the toughest tomboy she knew, so fragile, was disorienting.
“Uhh!” Debi heaved at sight of the captain’s wife. Then: “Thank God you’re here!”
“What’s the matter?” asked Victoria, rushing to her.
“They’re here!”
“Who’s here?”
“Demons of the universe! Trashers of all that is good and fair. I never made the connection before. Never understood. Burt!”
Victoria sat on the bedside table, placed her hands on Debi’s shoulders. Her spiked hair had come apart in the sweats, and looked more like a deck brush on the pillow by now.
“Come on Debi, make some sense.”
Prompt: Decrease scale of view through window. Add more color, vivid to view through window. Add sunlight reflection and glistening edges to view through window.
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Clarkman
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I saw three seals kiss once upon a time. East coast boy turned west. I have been creating visuals since high school. My Dad said, "Do art and you'll be poor." So I became an engineer and the rest, ...
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