That’s a pity, as it works on pretty much the same premise and is a great film too.
Well, I’m an old childless female, but inspired by my anthropology major in college, I once taught myself how to chip flint into crude arrowheads and spear points. Would that earn me a spot in a primitive economy?
Yep, saw that Outer Limits, didn’t he use it as an opportunity to rekindle an old flame?
Yes, it probably would…at least as long as you didn’t teach someone else how to do it. Still, if you could do this, and possibly some other stuff that would free up the hunter/gatherer/farmer people, I’d think that the hunters, at least, would be happy to have a source of arrowheads. And the community would be happy to have a source of knives.
I’m sure that the hunters would use guns (long and short) if they absolutely NEEDED to make a kill, and try to use arrows most of the rest of the time.
“The Star” is good, but I think I saw the twist coming a little too early. This is, of course, a danger with any story that relies too heavily on a twist. And I’d say that along those lines, Clarke’s “The Nine Billion Names of God” is better, anyway.
If you have the capability, it might be worth it to head north/south as appropriate, just in case the nova lasts for over a full rotation of the planet.
It would depend on whether my partner’s home or traveling across the world on business. If he’s already a goner, I’d be more likely to end it all. But if he’s home, we’d make a serious attempt to survive . . . or at least to make our remaining time meaningful, however short.
And if the internet is still functioning, I’d definitely try to see how many Dopers have survival ideas.
And THIS is where the Soviet Union/American “mine gap” becomes crucial…
I would listen to the radio, which I assume, even in the mid-sixties, would have some information about half the world disappearing.
He did that in the story too; getting some happiness out of his last night on Earth or so he thought.
That’s what the protagonist thought of - then he remembered that a few minutes ago he’d given up trying to watch Johnny Carson because the TV showed nothing but static.
All chaps are assless, aren’t they?
Well, I’m a chap, and I’m ass-less, so there is one data point.
Completely? That’s not good.
Straight drop from my shoulder blades to my heels. I am sadly booty-deficient. When someone sees me and says “What an ass!” I know they are not commenting on how well I fill out my jeans.
I initially read that as : “Straight dope from my shoulder blades to my heels.”
Well… at least you are a chap.
I suppose you’re right.
Maybe it should have been
- Obtain chaps and codpiece/thong.
Dang it, Skald! You could have at least given us a, ‘Head’s up! If you click on the Wiki link, it’ll be a “spoiler” if you read it!’
Black Capsule
Suicide Is Painless… It brings on many changes.
I am keeping a list of the persons who intend to commit suicide after the apocalypse, and I have made arrangements to have y’all all shot in the back of the head and your stuff confiscated.
Except Oy! I’ll be giving the confiscated stuff and other needfuls to her in hopes of persuading her to remain with us.
Oh sure - teela brown just happens to have a valuable and rare talent for a Niven post-apocalyptic world. What are the odds?