From: Mark Crewson <mcrewson@mts.net>
Here it is! The beginnings of a brand new, never before seen, completely original fanfic. While this story isn't based on any particular anime series, it has been inspired been the whole genre of science fiction space exploration stories. <<
I agree on most points of your statement. I haven't read a fanfic like this one before. And it's not based on any anime series I know of. And yeah, it's most likely based on the whole genre of sf stories.
BTW, I have absolutely no idea for a title for this story. I'm open for
suggestions. Anyone?
How about Rocheworld? Since THIS STORY IS NOT YOURS!!! You practically copied Robert L. Forward's "Rocheworld" and TAGGED YOUR OWN NAME TO IT!! This isn't a fanfic, IT'S OUTRIGHT PLAGIARISM!! How could you??? I read that book before and recognized it instantly. And if any of you on the ML want proof, here it is:
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Robert Forward: Rocheworld
Raymonds Reviews #028
Date: 5 Apr 90 16:10:28 GMT
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Rocheworld
by Robert Forward
Raymonds Reviews #028
Date: 5 Apr 90 16:10:28 GMT
~Title: Rocheworld
By: Robert Forward
Publisher: Baen Books (April 1990)
Format: pb, 558pp, $4.95
ISBN: 0-671-69869-9
No, this isn't the 60Kword Rocheworld_ serial from _Analog, nor a reprint
of the 1984 100Kword Flight_Of_The_Dragonfly from Timescape, nor the 1985
110Kwd re-release from Baen; this is the all-singing, all- -dancing
155Kword author-approved fusion-powered 1990 mega-edition -- and I wish I
could manage not to wince and grit my teeth reading it.
As usual (i.e. as in his previous novels Dragon's_Egg and Starquake) Bob
Forward has a lot of nifty ideas; unfortunately, his prose is so leaden and
his characters such an improbable collection of tissue-thin cardboard
superpeople and far-too-humanlike aliens that I for one just cannot swallow
the whole without gagging. More length has made the problem worse, which is
a shame; the earlier versions squeaked in underneath my bad-writing
tolerance, but the first hundred pages of this one ran right up agin' it.
However -- if you can persevere through these obstacles, you will have lots
of fun with the laser physics and the Christmas Bush and the surfing aliens
and all the other stuff Forward does so well. A quick teaser for those who
missed it the first time around:
Sometime in the middle of the next century, the Prometheus sails to the
stars on gossamer wings. Massive laser arrays in Sol System accelerate it
by lightsail for a four-decade trip, with its crew of 20 kept on
life-extension drugs that have the unfortunate side effect of reducing them
to idiocy, and tended by watchful AIs. Though the mission is nearly
scuttled by a bizarre medical crisis, the craft arrives safely at its
destination -- Barnard's Star.
Previous lightsail probes had mapped the Barnard system, a circus of weird
phenomena of which perhaps the oddest is Rocheworld. Two elliptical lobes
tumble about a common barycenter, separated by barely 80km and sharing a
single atmospheric envelope. The dumbbell-shaped gravitational field and
ammonia/water oceans produce many truly weird planetographic effects, which
Forward delightedly works out to a degree of precision that would bore
anybody but an I'll-take-mine-with -rivets-thank-you hard-SF fan like me to
utter distraction.
Then the fun really starts. For, of course, the hardy crew of the
Prometheus discovers intelligent life. Actually, it's the computer on their
exploration VTOL (Jill, a character rendered more three-dimensionally than
most of the humans) who makes the discovery. These are the flouwen,
multi-ton amorphous blobs who live for abstract mathematics and the Big
Wave.
Sigh. I wish to hell Forward could write at least as well as, say, James
Hogan or Ken Appleby (see RR#25). Because while you're trying to suspend
disbelief and go for all this you're constantly getting flogged by
characterization as painfully bad and cute as a pink tutu on a hippo. It's
like every once in a while the author remembers that his talking heads are
supposed to be people, so he has them coyly fuck each other. And the
relationships don't make any sense....
Oh well, never mind. If you're the kind who gets off on explanations of how
disequilibrated ammonia/H20 mixtures near their triple point can produce
both underwater snowstorms and the raddest tubular breakers this side of
Diamond Head, you'll eat this book up with a fork. If not -- well, don't
say you weren't warned.
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I suggest you stop parading this story as your work, NOW!