Christopher Seymour
Bio
In my career as a mining engineer, I have lived in California, New Mexico, South Africa, Australia and the UK. I am now retired in Australia
Stories (8/0)
The Mystery of 'Oumuamua
Professor Loeb Unidentified Flying Objects, Aliens, Space Invaders, and suchlike apparitions are typically the domain of either science fiction or crackpots. Indeed, the sceptics frequently point to the fact that astronomers never report UFOs. After all astronomers have an ongoing professional interest in the sky. Some spend most of their careers examining images of the sky. If anyone was seeing flying saucers, it should be astronomers. But astronomers are familiar with the sky and know what they are looking at. Invariably they can find mundane explanations for the hyperbolic assertions of excitable amateurs. It’s always explained by the planet Venus, a meteorite, a satellite, ball lightening, or some other entirely natural phenomena.
By Christopher Seymour2 months ago in Futurism
The Farm
Ted Watkins looked at the paddock alongside the Susquehanna River with satisfaction. He had a fine herd of sheep, the pasture looked perfect, and the ewes were all pregnant. He had worked hard over the past ten years improving the herd, weeding out the poor performers. He had kept careful records of the lineage of each sheep, and careful records of how fast the lambs had grown. He knew he could count on reliable growth to bring the lambs to market within four months of birth.
By Christopher Seymour7 months ago in Fiction
How I Won the Archibald
The Archibald Portrait Prize. The most prestigious art prize in Australia. Every year its winner makes the front page of the newspapers and a lead story on the TV. It is a $100,000 prize and can radically change the art world reputation of the winner. It started back in 1921 and for many people is their only exposure to art. Being Australia, you can even bet on who will win.
By Christopher Seymourabout a year ago in Fiction
Darlan at Trafalgar
Monday October 21, 1805, 6 am The Bay of Biscay Midshipmen Antoine Darlan and Francois Perry walked up to the quarterdeck of French ship of the line Redoutable warily. They had been summoned by Capitaine Lucas and First Officer Dupotet. Darlan had served in the navy for almost 18 months. He was just 17 years old but had seen the Mediterranean and the Caribbean. Darlan waited quietly as Lucas and Dupotet were engaged in animated conversation.
By Christopher Seymourabout a year ago in Fiction
Recovering Grandpa
Recovering Grandpa Adrian Jones worked his way along Fifth Avenue, past the Empire State Building. At 41st street, the water was like crystal and he could see clear down to the steps and the grand entrance to the New York library. Only the peak of the roof was showing above the water.
By Christopher Seymourabout a year ago in Fiction