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'Doctor Who': 'Twice Upon a Time' Novelization Review
Back in the 1970s and into the 1980s, the only way fans of Doctor Who often could encounter an older story was by reading it. The Target novelizations, slim books often running little more than 150 pages, was the cornerstone of the show's merchandise. These days, of course, that isn't the case with a multitude of watching options to choose from including DVDs and streaming platforms. That hasn't stopped such demand for new Target style novelizations of twenty-first-century episodes which BBC Books debuted a set of earlier this year. Among them was the most recently aired episode, the 2017 Christmas Special "Twice Upon A Time," written by a stalwart making one last comeback: Paul Cornell.
Matthew KresalPublished 6 years ago in FuturismThe Great Mars Escape
I awoke this morning from a terrific dream, or as terrific as one might have in my situation. I dreamt of escaping this God-forsaken farm, and joining the Resistance. The fields were no longer stretched out before me and I was free to forge my own path, and ultimately I would use that path to overthrow our Martian overlords.
Caleb ShermanPublished 6 years ago in FuturismMy Contactee Experiences in Yosemite
At two or three years old, my dad took me on a hike through Yosemite, I don’t even remember what trail, but an old family friend might. We got lost for hours. I don’t even know why we got lost. But then one evening in my adult life, on 8/10/10, I uncovered a story that I channeled out of me. I wrote it out while a friend was over that night. I was in bed, alone, and a story poured out of me. Remember this was in the 80s as my birthday is 1981. Virtual reality was an emerging technology at the time.
Iria Vasquez-PaezPublished 6 years ago in FuturismDrifters
Chapter One (1) I used to have a brother but he drifted when he was two, his name was Andrew. I remember when it happened. We were in the living room, he was playing with a book and I was sitting with my back to him nearby, stacking his big colorful blocks, creating a city with only the raw materials as an architect would do. Our mom was in the kitchen doing something while Vince Guaraldi 'aCharlie Brown Christmas was playing in the yard because that's where the only speakers are and because it makes her happy. Dad was off somewhere. The only thing I could hear was Drew making a noise that sounded like the word 'dumb', pages flipping and the music. I was creating the train station when the word 'dumb' became the sounds of 'du'. I was topping off the skyscraper when he dropped the 'u'. I finished my city as the song ended and all I heard was silence.
Life and Production: S2 E12: The Digital Hustle
Showcase The last stop on Lesane’s trip of entrepreneurs brought him to Tamika Gerroll’s studio. Based in Wilmington along the Riverfront, Tamika had built a studio to showcase her online media empire. As a writer, director, actress, producer and CEO of Tamika Time, this lady impresario churned out news programs, soap operas, interviews, and documentaries. Her build, buxom. She had great nickle-sized freckles on her face. She was thirty-one. She greeted Lesane with a hug.
Skyler SaundersPublished 6 years ago in FuturismHome? (Part 3)
It’s almost midnight. I know because the ship is silent, as if all the life that it exerts during the day, despite its habitants acting like automated beings throughout, has been sapped inside a black hole. I’ve managed to deceive the invigilators into believing that I’m, in fact, asleep, when the reality is that my night tube is slightly open, its glass imperceptibly lifted from the bottom to deter it from closing and release morphine gas that will inevitably sing me to sleep. I hear footsteps approaching my area, their tapping warning me that the last checking round is about to be accomplished, although not before they ensure everyone is in their cabins, resting. Feeling the night guard stop at each cylinder, I make myself stiffer, hoping he will not notice the slight gap of air that impedes my sleep. He does not and I finally let out a slight sigh of relief.
Eugenia MorenoPublished 6 years ago in FuturismLife and Production: S2 E11: Two Bosses
Private Roads Only non coercive monopolies flourished in Delaware. The New Sweden Kids wiped out coercive monopolies where the government interfered with theeconomy. No government sullied the waters of free trade. The main monopoly of this type was Terrace Roads. Headed by entrepreneur Harlan Terrace, it dominated the market in private roads. Sold to Terrace Roads by the US government and the state of Delaware for $2 billion, the streets and roads gleamed with promise. Three revenue streams kept the roadways clean, active and vibrant. They included advertising — large digital displays remained after the Great Transition, and were replaced by liquid-crystal display (LCD) screens that lined streets and highways; donations from those of modest income to the quite wealthy; and last, a satellite service which tracked the mileage of the driverless vehicles as they journeyed throughout the state.
Skyler SaundersPublished 6 years ago in FuturismThe Invasion (Pt. 3)
“I’m not an alligator wrestler, but damn!” Ralph’s Cheshire grin stayed a while; he was delirious from the late-night dip into both the water and his mind. Reality is a thin skim of ice over a deep lake of dark water, and when he tackled the two men off the dock, he shattered it into oblivion, the waves of feelings and pertinent memories crashing on top of him.
Taylor SummersPublished 6 years ago in FuturismQueen Eren
“Kasala, what is she?” I asked with wild eyes. “I don’t know,” Kasala replied. This is not how we imagined this day to go at all. Just hours before we were looking through old boxes in my closet and now a live alien lay before me. Throughout the alien’s speaking, I heard her keep mentioning Erenites. I had no idea what these were, but I had an eerie feeling that it had something to do with me.
Erykah DronePublished 6 years ago in FuturismScreaming Metal (Part 026)
The tavern patrons came, ate, drank, chatted, laughed, and left. Over and over; the pattern repeating, the patrons marking their time in specific increments.
Made in DNAPublished 6 years ago in FuturismReview: 'Doctor Who and the Krikkitmen'
Before 2005, there was no better-known writer for Doctor Who than Douglas Adams, the man who became famous for The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy, was Doctor Who's one-time script editor and responsible in part for the Fourth Doctor classic City Of Death. There were also the stories The Pirate Planet, Shada (which, despite never finishing its recording in 1979, has now become the most completed Doctor Who story of all time), and The Kirkkitmen. For decades, all that most fans knew of the latter story was that it may or may not have been an intended Doctor Who movie and instead, Adams (never one to waste ideas) used elements of it for his later novel Life, The Universe, And Everything. Now, Krikkitmen has become a Who story after all, a novel published by BBC Books. How does this version of it stand up?
Matthew KresalPublished 6 years ago in FuturismA World Reborn
But why did you go there in the first place?" She asked, looking quite shaken. "You do know that part of town is under quarantine, right? What would you have done, had one of those things been able to get a hold of you?" Jessica shook her head, running her hand through her blonde bangs. "Honestly, Kalvin, sometimes I think you're out looking for an excuse to get sent to prison for tampering."
Lillianna NightveilPublished 6 years ago in Futurism