In the tradition of the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest, I would like y’all to post a beginning sentence to a novel that is science fiction based. the rules are:
Only one sentence.
Do your [del]best[/del]worst.
As an example, here is this year’s Bulwer-Lytton winner in the category of science fiction:
“The professor had constantly warned his protégé about the time travel related risks of meeting a past version of yourself or killing your grandfather, but unfortunately he’d never mentioned the worst time machine risk of all – sticking your head out of the window.”
There’s always my old sig:
“Of course,” said my grandfather, pulling a gun from his belt as he stepped from the Time Machine,“There’s no paradox if I shoot you!”
“Meddling in the past can’t possibly have any effect on the present!” [del]Bob[/del] [del]Josephine[/del]MXliphin3 said as [del]he[/del] [del]she[/del]it [del]entered[/del] [del]left[/del]flew up to [del]his office[/del] [del]her cave[/del]it’s nest."
The professor peered at me with disdain as he began pouring the contents of the Erlenmeyer flask into another and scolded me, “Of course I know what I’m doing; what could possibly go wrong?!”
Against the starless spacescape meteors pelted the starship as if they were loose potatoes bouncing out of a farm truck on a bumpy country lane, and then then I heard the unavoidable sound akin to the first hissing of a teapot coming to a boil as air slowly began to leak from one of the impact dents, tortuously rising in volume and pitch as the puncture dilated.
Quickly and with great urgency but also incredulous to find himself, out of a clear black sky, to be abruptly worried for the very life of his wife, Gil lifted Robin from the seat of the moon buggy to place her on the ground just beyond the crater.
There was no excuse for the airlock being left ajar, since securing it was a Critical Step on the EVA Checklist, but Specialist Kerrick was in a hurry to find out what was crawling on the outside the orbiting station, too much of a hurry to confirm that in space, no one can hear your crewmates scream.
“Why, it’s bigger on the inside than it is on the outside!” exclaimed the attractive woman to the peculiar Stranger as she peered into what, on the outside, appeared to be a Port-a-Potty.
Nobody had seen Grandpa since he disappeared into his bedroom with that memory-aid pill made from jellyfish extract, and now they began to hear a sort of wet slopping noise coming from behind the door.
“A non-op-amp process (such as the circuit concept which I am proposing) sees a throughput as being that of a zero power factor, and then performs the shift of phase relation (between the voltage and the current of this A/C electrical system) in a direction contrary to convention thus bringing the power factor to negative zero degrees in the cycle of an A/C rotation (equivalent to 180 degrees).”
