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bktheirregularI just realized that, in working on the skeleton of "Blue Screen of Revolution", that I've committed a major faux pas that annoys me no end in sci-fi I've read in the past ten years or so.
The Big Bad is ... well ... sort of an environmental group.
Well, technically, it's an emergency commission given plenary powers to reverse an impending extinction-level ecosystem collapse on Earth, using all kinds of futuristic ultra-tech, which gets kind of power-drunk after a century in absolute control, but that's what the sensible environmental groups are worried about, right? Minus the power-drunkenness (is that even proper English?).
It's one of my constant triggers when I go through the Baen catalog (well, that plus the stereotypical portrayal of liberals as cowards and appeasers and the like). And I think I've just committed the same sin.
I mean, I, personally, believe that the climate-change deniers are being total idiots who risk obliterating our grand-children's future - come on, if you've got two paths to follow, doesn't it make sense to follow the one where the price for being mistaken ISN'T mass extinctions? - but somehow that plot point has gotten stuck in my head.
So, disclaimer up front? Or maybe try from within the story to indicate that the Environmental Commission was a desperate necessity, it worked to the bone for a hundred years, it succeeded, it's almost time for them to step aside, but they don't want to give up the reins?
Human nature and all that.
(So far, I've also got way too much of people talking, and not nearly enough of people doing. Also, it's all on Earth, which causes problems if it's being written with a space-opera sensibility.)
The Big Bad is ... well ... sort of an environmental group.
Well, technically, it's an emergency commission given plenary powers to reverse an impending extinction-level ecosystem collapse on Earth, using all kinds of futuristic ultra-tech, which gets kind of power-drunk after a century in absolute control, but that's what the sensible environmental groups are worried about, right? Minus the power-drunkenness (is that even proper English?).
It's one of my constant triggers when I go through the Baen catalog (well, that plus the stereotypical portrayal of liberals as cowards and appeasers and the like). And I think I've just committed the same sin.
I mean, I, personally, believe that the climate-change deniers are being total idiots who risk obliterating our grand-children's future - come on, if you've got two paths to follow, doesn't it make sense to follow the one where the price for being mistaken ISN'T mass extinctions? - but somehow that plot point has gotten stuck in my head.
So, disclaimer up front? Or maybe try from within the story to indicate that the Environmental Commission was a desperate necessity, it worked to the bone for a hundred years, it succeeded, it's almost time for them to step aside, but they don't want to give up the reins?
Human nature and all that.
(So far, I've also got way too much of people talking, and not nearly enough of people doing. Also, it's all on Earth, which causes problems if it's being written with a space-opera sensibility.)
