I’ve been reading a space-opera series, Backyard Starship, for a while now. We’re on book 21 of a planned 25 in total. I just started reading the newest one today, in fact, so this excerpt hit pretty hard:
I keep wondering if we’re getting closer and closer to flipping that switch that Larry Correia talked about.
Correct of course.
But just wanted to say I’m on book 12 of that series right now.
I’m half-convinced that J.N. Chaney is or uses an AI to write all the book series he’s got coming out. All of his co-authors are probably the AI.
Still, they’re mostly fun reads.
That’s a fairly prescient quote.
I’m reminded of Dad (RIP).
He liked classic muscle cars, the problem being with age, there’s wear.
That’s “whether driven or parked”, the wear happens.
(like tires/brake pads/belts/brake lines going bad after stored long
enough for example)
They can be redone, but how many times?
Over Memorial Day, there was a car show.
Somebody had a 1953 Studebaker which looked…fantastic.
I bet it’s been restored/reworked at least once.
Maybe twice by now if Guy drove it a bit.
At some point there’ll be more “replacement metal” than original.
Sometimes I compare that to the current USA.
We’ve had a good run… sigh
When I was young, I never expected to live to be this old (66). I expected to die in WWIII first.
Now I still expect to die in WWIII, but I expect to be too old and out of shape to have a fighting chance.
My primary retirement plan is death in one of the early battles of the coming civil war.
My backup is, I’ve calculated that I can retire at 75 and live in the manner to which I’ve become accustomed for 24 seconds.
I didn’t have a great retirement nest egg, but what I had, cancer took.