Gerard DiLeo
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Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!
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351 Memoirs of Eddie H. Christ, Jesus' Little Brother: Star of Bethlehem
Jesus, although the son o’God, was also made up of the same star stuff everyone else is. Look, you’ve got carbon, oxygen, zinc, iron, and a lot of other stuff in you. But God didn’t make any of that in the beginning. In fact, the Big Bang resulted mainly in a lot of hydrogen and heat—eventually. And no heavier elements at first. So how do we have bodies based on carbon, blood that has iron-based hemoglobin carrying oxygen, cellulose for wood, Boswellia for frankincense, and a shitload of myrrh? How'd we get from just a bunch of hydrogen to all of this other stuff that made up life as we knew it?
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
350(+) — Bonus Story: Competition from the South Pole
Ol' St. Frick, aka Clanta Sars, fretted. The numbers just weren't coming in. She had been at it just as long as Ol' St. Nick, aka Santa Claus, but no children were writing her with Christmas list requests like what Santa got.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
348 Terraforming Mars Part 12
The sixty years of Phase III brought the colony population to 2,700, and it was designated now a compound, although politics even began pushing the designation "camp." Terraforming did the hard way what tempconciliation—it was anticipated—might do easily: provide the atmospheric conditions of a prior time, allowing the awakening from ancient dormancy flora and fauna, like what had happened with the Chantū and the ferropods. The xenobotanists tackled the Chantū, Ares arboreta; the xenobiologists focused on the ferropod, Ferropodia conglobinans. And the promise of tempconciliation would bring the rest of it, hopefully.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
347 Satisfaction Never Guaranteed
He had his list. He checked it twice. Beside each item he had drawn a little box so he could check each off come Christmas morning. As Christmases went, he had done pretty well. Every year all of the boxes had been checked off as "RECEIVED."
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
345 A Christmas Quantum, Part 2: the Ghost of Christmas “Isn't”
So, it seemed, I lay in superposition, where I'd either decayed or didn't. In my very cool casket made of cherry wood. It also seemed...this box was made for opening, whereupon the observer would then know which.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
344 A Christmas Quantum Part 1: the Ghost of Christmas “Is”
All cool cats, eventually, should veer away from self-serving solipsism and ponder the "meaning of it all." It can't be all about bitchin' cars, "it" couples, clicks-and-likes, and liquidity, can it?
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
