Monday, November 2, 2020

Word: Leviathan

 

leviathan

[ li-vahy-uh-thuhn ]

noun

1. (often initial capital letter)Bible. a sea monster.
2. any huge marine animal, as the whale.
3. anything of immense size and power, as a huge, oceangoing ship.
4. (initial capital letter, italics) a philosophical work (1651) by Thomas Hobbes dealing with the political organization of society.

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               Several men walked through the cold, sterile halls. Three wore crisp, clean military uniforms, laden with medals, bars, and rank insignias. The fourth wore a simple white coat over jeans and a t-shirt. The three generals looked like they would rather be anywhere else. Their guide looked incredibly pleased with himself.

               He was busy congratulating himself for his own work. The officers looked unimpressed by the man’s self-important rambling. One of them was very tempted to just hit the smaller man. He figured none of his colleagues would mind. But they needed him to explain what they had been summoned for.

               “Oh, trust me, generals, once you see what we’ve built here, you’ll be begging to increase our funding. We’re changing the face of warfare forever. Really, beyond the cutting edge stuff here.”

               One of the generals, General Leeson, finally snapped. “Oh just shut up already, would you? You keep saying how great everything is, but so far, all we’ve seen is hallways.”

               “Oh, yes, sir, I know. But there’s a reason for that. You see, we need a lot of space to build, so we’re quite far underground. We should be at the main building area in a minute or so.”

               The generals grumbled, but withheld further questions. Their guide stopped in front of a door. The only door they had come across since entering the top secret facility. A smile even larger than usual crossed the young scientist’s face.

               “Now, gentlemen, let me give you a rundown of the projects that are going on here. I don’t need to tell you three, but there are three main areas of combat, land, sea, and air, right? Well, we’re working on three projects that will allow us to dominate all three of them with only a handful of vehicles. We’re calling them Leviathan, Behemoth, and Dragon. So far, Behemoth and Dragon are only in the planning stages, mainly due to lack of funding. But Leviathan is in a working prototype phase. It still has a lot of work to be done, but it’s sea worthy, and all the main facilities are working within expectations.”

               “Very dramatic. But I hardly see the point of us being here. If all you’re doing is building a new warship, then it hardly warrants us being here.”

               “Oh, oh, no. Leviathan isn’t just another warship. It’s a whole fleet by itself. It’s far greater than anything ever produced by man. Here, let me show you.”

               He opened the door, revealing a vast shipyard. The place was big enough to fit three skyscrapers laid end to end with room to spare. And resting in that vast space was a ship unlike anything the generals had ever seen. It looked like a combination of a sea plane, an aircraft carrier, and a Star Destroyer. It’s triangular main body rested on three massive floatation devices, currently aided by supports built into the shipyard. It’s deck looked big enough to have four or five football games going on at once, while a command tower the size of a skyscraper rose into the air. And the thing was loaded with more weapons than a small army. Massive heavy cannons, thousands of high caliber gun turrets, rows of AA guns, and even a few missile platforms were all present.

               One of the generals let out a low whistle. “Well, it certainly looks impressive.”

               “As good as it looks, it performs even better. This thing is a seafaring fortress. No modern weapons short of a nuke will get through the Leviathan’s armor. It would take a concentrated salvo of the best missiles in the world just to put a dent in it. And boy does it have some serious firepower. What you see is just the tip of the iceberg. The Leviathan’s effective range is half a hemisphere. And that’s just the big guns. If you take the guided missiles into account, it’s a lot farther.”

               “This ship has ICBMs?”

               “About fifty of them, yes. Or, it will once it’s armed. Right now all the missile bays are empty.”

               “Can it even float?”

               “Of course it can. It has dozens of ways to regulate its buoyancy. It’ll float like a champ. It’s not fast, but it doesn’t need to be. Considering its range and the amount of planes it can dock, it barely needs to move at all. And don’t worry about fuel either. While it can run on good ‘ol deasil, that’s just the backup. It mainly runs of a combination of solar and hydro power. Solar is obvious. Thing’s got a solar far built right into it. And below, it takes in sea water and uses that to power itself. It has agricultural bays, recreational bays, everything a man or woman could want. It’s practically a floating, battle ready city. In short, generals, the Leviathan is completely self-sustaining. Sure, it’ll need to dock every now and then for maintenance and crew exchanges, but it can go for years without seeing land, easy.”

               The generals looked at the ship. Each of them was thinking what such a vessel could do. How it looked like it could demolish most navies on Earth by itself. The three of them looked at each other.

               “How long until its complete?”

               “It’s ready for an initial test run right now. All the systems left to do are ancillary. The critical systems should be good to go.”

               “Excellent. And you said you have plans for two more of these?”

               “The Behemoth crawling fortress and the Dragon airship, yes. If you agree to further funding, we’ll finish the Leviathan within a year, and then get to work on Behemoth. Dragon’s going to be a little harder, so it’s going to take more time and money. But yeah, we can get all three built.”

               “Good. Show us the interior. We’ll work out the details later.”

               The scientist’s smile should not have been able to grow as much as it did. “Wonderful. I knew you’d make the right choice. Now, the tour, right. Come on then. It’s a big ship, and there’s lots to see. Don’t worry, I promise you’ll like all of it.”

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Fortunately, something like this is probably not possible to build. The size of it would make it too expensive, and it might have a lot more trouble floating that I let on. Plus, the resource cost of it would be astronomical. Really, not possible to build with our current technology. And for that, I am very grateful.

Tuesday, October 27, 2020

Word: Mal du pays

               

mal du pays

[ mal dy pey-ee ]

noun French.

1. homesickness.

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                Zack looked out the window and fingered his necklace. He felt wrong somehow. He knew everything was fine, and there was nothing to worry about, but he still felt wrong. Something deep inside of him did not want to be there.

               “Something wrong?”

               Zack nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden interruption of his thoughts. He twisted until he found the speaker. His friend, Heather stood on what was for him the ceiling. Of course, since there was no gravity, for her, it was the other way around.

               “Just…just thinking.” He said once his heart calmed down.

               “Oh, that’s a dangerous pastime, you might want to look into something else.” She said with a playful smirk. She reached up, down for her, and grabbed the loop her foot was slipped in. She used it to swing down and plant her feet on the same surface as his. “But seriously, what’s up? You look…you look off.”

               “I don’t know.” Zack said, facing the window again. “I just feel wrong somehow.”

               Heather glanced at his hands. He was rubbing the necklace again. She let out a quick chuckle. “Oh, I get it.” She said.

               “Get what?”

               “You’re homesick.”

               “What? No I’m not.” He was not sure he believed his own declaration.

               “Yes you are. You totally are. Why else would you be paying with your jar of dirt?”

               “What?” Zack had not been aware he was touching the necklace. He quickly lowered his hands.

               “Man, I don’t get it. Why bring a thimbleful of dirt with you? It’s not enough to do anything.”

               “I guess…I guess I just wanted something to remind me of home. Something other than holovids and still images. Something real. Something I can feel. And what better than a piece of the planet itself?”

               “And now it’s backfiring, isn’t it?”

               He looked at her and sighed. Then he reluctantly nodded. She was right. He was homesick. Very homesick. He hated to admit it, but traveling through the cold void of space to a new colony world was making him remember Earth. And part of him wanted to go back.

               “I know I can’t go back, not after giving everything up to leave.” He said slowly. “But now that I’m actually here, now that it’s actually happening, I can’t help but wonder if I made a mistake. If I should just get on the next return ship when we finally do arrive, you know?”

               Heather placed an arm around his shoulder. “Hey, don’t be like that. That’s quitter speak. Are you a quitter, Zack?”

               “Uh, sometimes.”

               “Well not here. Not now. Maybe someday you can go back, but only for a visit. You know, a vacation. We’re going to do great things once we get to the colony. We’re going to make it, and it’ll be way more of a home to us than Earth ever was. Next time you see that place, you’ll be wearing a tiny jar of colony dirt around your neck.”

               Zack nodded. He wanted to ask her how she could be so excited about this. How she got over the feeling of homesickness herself, or if she ever felt it. How she could be so confident of their success. But he asked none of those questions. He simply looked out the windows at the streaks of light that were the stars and thought. He was still homesick. Terribly homesick. But that would pass. Heather was right. They would make new homes for themselves. New lives. And everything would be great. 

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I guess homesickness isn't something a lot of people are experiencing now, is it? What with all the travel restrictions and most things being closed and all that. Maybe once people can start traveling again it'll be something people need to think about again.

Tuesday, October 20, 2020

Word: Desideratum

desideratum

[ dih-sid-uh-rey-tuhm, -rah-, -zid- ]

noun, plural de·sid·er·a·ta [dih-sid-uh-rey-tuh, -rah-, -zid-].

1. something wanted or needed.

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               The two boys looked around, confused at their new whereabouts. They were in a large room with dull grey walls, floor and ceiling. The only piece of furniture was a single wooden table with a covered tray on it. Behind the table was a figure that could have been a man.

               “Greetings, boys.” The figure said. His voice was hollow, and had an almost echoing quality to it. It was like hearing someone at the bottom of a deep ravine while standing at the top.

               “Who are you?” Asked one of the boys. He was a plump fellow, and very well dressed. “How did I get here, and what do you want with me? Do you have any idea who my father is? If you hurt me, he’ll have your head on a spike.”

               “Yes, charming. I do know who your father is, Jeremy Wilcox. I know quite well.” The man said, unperturbed by Jeremy’s outburst. “But I am more concerned with who you are. Or rather, who you could be.”

               Jeremy crossed his arms and huffed. He had more important things to do that listen to this obviously insane person.

               “Um, excuse me…” said the other boy. He was painfully skinny, dirty, and dressed in third hand clothes. “I don’t know where this is, but can you let us go? I have to help mom.”

               “Perhaps. That depends on you, Thomas.”

               “Why?”

               “If you both will step forward, I have here something of interest to both of you.”

               The man uncovered the top of the tray, revealing a lavish meal, consisting of a whole chicken, warm bread, freshly cooked greens, and mashed potatoes. Jeremy smiled at the fare. He was used to this kind of meal, and now that food was involved, he was much more willing to listen. Thomas was unsure what to think of it. He would love to eat, but he had never seen such rich food before, and so had no idea how to react.

               “Now then, both of you will tell me why I should give this meal to you, and once I hear your answer, I will decide what to do with both of you.”

               Jeremy smirked. “You should give it to me because I want it.”

               “That is all?”

               “What other reason do you need? I get everything I want, no questions asked. And that means, since I want that meal, you should give it to me.” The wealthy boy patted his stomach. Sure, he had already eaten a good meal, but he could always do with something tasty.

               Thomas’ stomach growled at the smell of the food. Had he eaten today? He could not remember. He took a longing look at the chicken and sighed. “I don’t know.” He said. “I don’t know why you should give it to me. I mean, I guess because I’m hungry? But just the bread will be okay for that. I’ll make do with something else later. You can give the rest to him, I guess.”

               “You see? Even the poor boy knows you should give it to me.” Jeremy said triumphantly. “It’s good to know that someone knows his place in the world.”

               The man looked from one boy to the other. Silence filled the room for almost a minute before he spoke. “I have decided. Jeremy, you will go back to your home, and forget all of this.”

               “Wait, but what about the food?”

               “You will not get any. Goodbye. We will not meet again.”

               And with that, Jeremy disappeared. Thomas looked at the place the other boy had been with wide, confused eyes.

               “As for you, Thomas, we have much to talk about. While we talk, you may eat.” The man said, producing a fork and knife for Thomas to use.

               “Are…are you sure? I mean, I don’t know if I can accept something like this.”

               “I am positive. Enjoy your meal and listen. You have a very interesting life ahead of you, child. Very interesting indeed.”

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Ah, food. The ultimate in both want and need. We need it to live, but we also want it to be good, even if the flavor isn't really the important part. And maybe we just want more than we need. Well, okay, no "maybe" about it, is there? Especially here in the US. 

Thursday, October 15, 2020

Word: Totis viribus

 

totis viribus

[ toh-tis -wee-ri-boos; English toh-tis -vir-uh-buhs ] 
 
adverb Latin.
1. with all one's might.

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               Jimmy looked around at the small crowd that had gathered, and then at the long, padded mallet in his hands. It was heavier than he thought it would be, but he was strong. Even if the bigger kids said he was weak, he knew he was strong. Besides, this would not be too hard. The strength test game was only a little taller than he was.

               “Let’s give him a round of applause!” The announcer called. The people clapped politely. Most of the sound came from the rest of the carnival and his parents, who stood by watching and smiling. “Remember kiddo, three tries to ring the bell and win a prize. Give it a go.”

               Jimmy raised the mallet and brought it down quickly. The hopper jumped a little bit but fell quickly. The announcer told him it was a good try, and to keep going. Jimmy raised the hammer and took a deep breath. That was only his first try, and he had not put much into it. This time would be better.

               He swung with everything his arms could bring to bear. The hopper rose a lot higher this time. It went almost halfway up the game but did not reach the bell. Jimmy was getting scared. What if he could not do it? What if he was as weak as the bullies said he was? No, that could not be. He knew he was strong, his dad said so. And dads were never, ever wrong.

               He looked over at his dad, who smiled and nodded. Jimmy watched the man lean back a little, and then pat his stomach. Jimmy thought about that for a moment. Was his dad giving him a hint? And what did it mean? His brow furrowed as his thoughts raced. Then, as he watched his dad doing the same thing again, he understood. Or at least, he thought he did.

               Jimmy turned back to the game and took a deep breath. He raised the mallet high over his head and leaned back much as he could. Then he tightened his stomach and used it to help his swing. He brought it down with every bit of strength he could muster. This time, when the mallet hit the metal pad, he felt the hit in his arms. And he heard it. A tinny little ding.

               He had done it! He had hit the bell!

               “And we’ve got a winner!” The announcer called. “Nice work, kiddo. Now here’s your prize.”

The small audience clapped. His parents clapped louder than anyone. Jimmy broke out in a huge smile as the announcer handed him a huge stuffed dog. The toy was almost as big as he was, and Jimmy hugged it close.

His parents led him away from the game. His dad offered to carry the stuffed dog for him, since it looked heavy. It was, but Jimmy wanted to hold it. There was no need for his dad’s help this time. After all, he was strong enough to handle it. 

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It's the simple things in life, you know? The little things that just make life all the better, no matter what else happens.