Idea para guión cinematográfico o novela

Idea general: qué pasa si en vez de ponerse unos en contra de otros, los vecinos y los okupas se ponen de acuerdo y van a protestar juntos frente a la casa de gobierno?

Escenas varias:

-- Un okupa ve todos los días, al volver de su trabajo como encargado de la limpieza en una biblioteca, a un vecino que lee en su balcón. Desde abajo ve el título de los libros, que después busca en la biblioteca y lee él también. Son libros con ideas socialistas y de cooperación. Un día se encuentra con este hombre, cuarentón ya, que está barriendo su vereda. Se le acerca y charlan, y eventualmente surge una relación (cómo desarrollarla?), pero originalmente el vecino tiene prejuicios, a pesar de sus lecturas. Espera que este okupa le robe o lo estafe, o le pida cosas... Todo lo cual no queda completamente descartado por el okupa, al cual le parece injusto que este hombre trabaje tan poco y tenga tanto tiempo libre como parece tener, y pueda darse el lujo de tener sus ideas de mejora social pero no haga de veras nada por ellas.

-- Diálogo (en un bus): "No puedo darte nada porque hay muchos como vos a los que darles, y si les doy a todos, voy a terminar viviendo como ustedes, y no quiero, me he roto demasiado el culo para tener lo que tengo. Son otros los que tienen que dar, y vivir un poco más como vos y yo."

La historia debe ser desarrollada del punto de vista de ambos personajes, con todos los estereotipos/realidades sobre ambas clases: que los de abajo son vagos, que no quieren trabajar, que son ladrones y resentidos, etc.; que los del medio no se comprometen socialmente, que son ganado, que no son solidarios, etc.. En algún momento transmitir las ideas de que para trabajar por chirolas, mejor no trabajar; que hay que organizarse; que hay que cooperar. Que hay que ser responsables por la propia vida.

Spoons

I was born with a stainless-steel spoon in my mouth, in 1974. By that time stainless steel was the new silver.

En el aeropuerto de Miami se arman colas tremendas para entrar al país. Colas que duran horas. Luego te entrevistan minuciosamente y te toman fotos y tus huellas dactilares.

Mientras esperas a que llegue tu turno, la distracción principal para tu cuerpo cansado de tanto volar es un video que se recicla constantemente en varias pantallas frente a los mostradores. Imágenes de libertad y maravilla, salpicadas de banderas y multicolores caras sonrientes que te dan la bienvenida a esa tierra bendecida, se suceden una y otra vez ante tus ojos.

Despista un poco, la verdad.

Idea for a set of books

Scattered

Beginning of 21st century, extrasolar planets discovered. Many that support life. Even evidence of life.

Of course, unattainable by any kind of rocketry or spaceship: space simply too big, human life-spans extendable, but only to a certain limit.

Scanned humans already exist in VR medium, but transmission is not possible. Not only uncertainty of reception, but signals degrade.

Only way found: time travel.

Not time travel really, but space-time displacements. Became possible when quantum microscopy and therefore quantum wormholes were discovered. Method for sending people through: focus on such a wormhole inside or near a person's body and then revert the polarity of the microscope, which with the due calibrations, will produce the displacement of the defined volume in one direction, and the appearance at the place of transmission of the same volume from the other side.

If you focus on a destination place too tightly, the time variable cannot be adjusted.

If you focus on a destination time too tightly, people might end up anywhere in the universe.

So, best possible bet: focus on an area the size and shape of a whole planetary atmosphere, and you get a range of +/- several hundred years.

Since large masses are not only an aid in calculating this kind of displacement but also an asset when effecting the "jump", this method is the best bet for colonization of extrasolar planets.

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Maybe first book could be about the development of all of this technology, and the first colonizers. Would have to be a very large group, so that in spite of the scatter effect there is some assurance that some will survive, meet and reproduce on the target planet.

They are all quipped with some kind of stasis equipment (a quantum microscope set on "looping"?) in case they materialize in a non-viable volume of the planet, as well as other gear (nanotechnology for parachuting, digging out, etc.?).

Settlement is of minimum impact. As soon as they get there, begin building digital systems and interact with native ecosystem only virtually and only rarely nanorobotically.

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Given this setting, there are several possible dramas:

Ending up underground.
Ending up alone for centuries.
Arriving millennia after first colonization.
Alien life.
Digital system failure, must interact with real universe.
Interpersonal conflicts.

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Must give it more thought!

What We Do

It's 4:24 a.m. and i'm sitting in Oslo airport, waiting for time to pass. At 7:25 a plane will erase me from here and rematerialize me in Spain a few hours later.

I lay down on a hard bench and managed to sleep for a few hours; then discomfort overcame tiredness, i suppose, and i got up and went for a walk. Now i've been sitting on a lounge chair in the arrivals hall for the last hour and a half, reading and chatting with friends on facebook.

The chair is right in front of a cordoned-off area, inside which a guy is polishing the floor, sitting atop a machine that looks like a massive, movable throne. He controls it with a joystick under his right hand and the throne inches forwards at about a meter per minute, trailing behind it a thick power chord. Once in a while the guy climbs off, repositions the chord so as not to have to drive over it, and then climbs back up again.

The floor is covered in a beige dust that looks very fine, and i wonder how much of it is getting into my lungs. The guy is not wearing a mask, though, so it's probably alright. His face is impassive as stone, and he yawns once in a while.

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My job drives me crazy sometimes: too much excitement, too much personal drama, too many crises. But looking at this guy i feel grateful for it.

Or maybe i don't. The previous comment may be interpreted as disparaging under a certain light, but i don't mean it to be. Apart from the fact that everything would eventually crumble to pieces if jobs like this weren't done, i see on a day to day basis that maintenance people are some of the unsung heroes of the modern world. They work hard, and we others tend to take what they do for granted.

This last is a bad habit i've observed in a great many areas: only obvious innovations or novelty projects are celebrated, but the everyday, all-pervading and absolutely indispensable struggle against inertia goes unnoticed. This is a great flaw in our educations.

Anyways, what i meant to comment on is the seeming boredom and repetitiveness that pervade this man's job. Granted, it's nighttime and we humans do tend to feel naturally sleepy at this time, but the machine he is driving goes so slowly that sometimes he closes his eyes for many seconds at a time.

And yet, imagine all that time to think and build new worlds in your head, listen to music, chew over an idea...