The news about the Discovery made me think of this, and it hadn't been put up yet, so...
The Stuff that Dreams are Made Of, by Stephen Savitzky (mp3, ogg, lyrics and annotations)
Once my friends and I read science fiction tales
We dreamed of space, and rockets to the moon.
Some day we'd live to walk upon the planets;
The future, oh it couldn't come too soon.
Now it's long past the time we called the future
And still we carry on from day to day
The wonders of tomorrow still elude us;
Reality keeps getting in the way.
And the starlit crystal spires along the Grand Canal,
The cloudlight on the warm Venusian sea,
Have vanished, like the stuff that dreams are made of;
The future isn't like it used to be.
We watched as gallant men rode thunder to the sky
Our probes brought distant planets into view:
The dry and cratered plains of Mars and Venus--
Some dreams were dead before they could come true.
The Saturn Five once carried spacemen moonward
We've lost the plans to build her kind again
Bureaucracy and budgets dragged her under
Her launching pad stands rusting in the rain.
refrain
The century's last year was safely far away
We'd have machines that talked with us, and more.
We never knew the challenge we'd be facing
Was code we keypunched forty years before.
Atomic powered rockets were a pipe-dream;
Most cities still burn coal to chase the dark.
The monorail that once ran to the spaceport
Takes children to an outing in the park.
refrain
But the future that we lost is still someplace out there
Orion still rides hellfire toward the blue,
And rockets proudly land upon their tailfins,
As God and Robert Heinlein meant them to.
Yes, someplace there are old fans who remember
The way the future was when we were young,
And when the chains of space and time slip from me
I'll be part of the song that once was sung.
And I'll share a song with Rhysling,
beside the Grand Canal,
Ride lightsails on the endless starry sea
When I've become the stuff that dreams
are made of
In the future of my childrens' memory.
I was thinking this song would be able to temporarily create objects that are commonly described in classic science fiction tales, fully physical and functional, until they start to fade towards the end of the song. How long they continue to exist after the song has ended depends on how unreal they are in that particular universe (humanoid robots would last longer in BGC than in Buffy, for example), but they never stick around for long, and they always engender a sense of sadness and loss in anyone who sees the created objects vanish, and is capable of experiencing such emotions.
It might be possible to 'stabilize' a created object so it does not disappear with a timely, and likely quite large, application of handwavium or an equivalent material to the created object.
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Stand between the Silver Crystal and the Golden Sea.
"Youngsters these days just have no appreciation for the magnificence of the legendary cucumber." --Krityan Elder, Tales of Vesperia.
The Stuff that Dreams are Made Of, by Stephen Savitzky (mp3, ogg, lyrics and annotations)
Once my friends and I read science fiction tales
We dreamed of space, and rockets to the moon.
Some day we'd live to walk upon the planets;
The future, oh it couldn't come too soon.
Now it's long past the time we called the future
And still we carry on from day to day
The wonders of tomorrow still elude us;
Reality keeps getting in the way.
And the starlit crystal spires along the Grand Canal,
The cloudlight on the warm Venusian sea,
Have vanished, like the stuff that dreams are made of;
The future isn't like it used to be.
We watched as gallant men rode thunder to the sky
Our probes brought distant planets into view:
The dry and cratered plains of Mars and Venus--
Some dreams were dead before they could come true.
The Saturn Five once carried spacemen moonward
We've lost the plans to build her kind again
Bureaucracy and budgets dragged her under
Her launching pad stands rusting in the rain.
refrain
The century's last year was safely far away
We'd have machines that talked with us, and more.
We never knew the challenge we'd be facing
Was code we keypunched forty years before.
Atomic powered rockets were a pipe-dream;
Most cities still burn coal to chase the dark.
The monorail that once ran to the spaceport
Takes children to an outing in the park.
refrain
But the future that we lost is still someplace out there
Orion still rides hellfire toward the blue,
And rockets proudly land upon their tailfins,
As God and Robert Heinlein meant them to.
Yes, someplace there are old fans who remember
The way the future was when we were young,
And when the chains of space and time slip from me
I'll be part of the song that once was sung.
And I'll share a song with Rhysling,
beside the Grand Canal,
Ride lightsails on the endless starry sea
When I've become the stuff that dreams
are made of
In the future of my childrens' memory.
I was thinking this song would be able to temporarily create objects that are commonly described in classic science fiction tales, fully physical and functional, until they start to fade towards the end of the song. How long they continue to exist after the song has ended depends on how unreal they are in that particular universe (humanoid robots would last longer in BGC than in Buffy, for example), but they never stick around for long, and they always engender a sense of sadness and loss in anyone who sees the created objects vanish, and is capable of experiencing such emotions.
It might be possible to 'stabilize' a created object so it does not disappear with a timely, and likely quite large, application of handwavium or an equivalent material to the created object.
-----
Stand between the Silver Crystal and the Golden Sea.
"Youngsters these days just have no appreciation for the magnificence of the legendary cucumber." --Krityan Elder, Tales of Vesperia.
