AJB
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I've recently wrote a completely new beginning to my novel, so was wondering if this works basically. Any and all comments will be welcomed and appreciated.
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Prologue
Discover the deep mysteries of the Universe: delve into the workings of dark matter; dissect the heart of the human soul; follow your path to truth through philoscience...
Titus's wonder twisted in his mind like a carousel as he gazed into the revolving images of the holographic advertisement, of people in purple robes meditating amongst stars, gravitational lensing and particle collisions, all entwined in a web of neuronal pathways.
"You're not seriously buying into philoscience, are you Titus?" said his older brother Sam.
"Doesn't it capture your imagination? Philoscientists are the only people in the Galaxy who continue to research dark matter!" Titus said, not taking his eyes off the advert at the spaceport. Many people were walking past the brothers, who waited to meet their father at arrivals.
"It's all mumbo jumbo! Can't you see it's just a bunch of intriguing ideas thrown together to tempt gullible people like yourself to attend one of their 'resorts'."
"I heard everyone say that.” Titus frowned, tightening his lips to one side. “I don’t know, though. That’s just what the media says. Philoscientists don't tell what they do to non-members. Billions of members across the Galaxy can’t all be gullible, right?"
"Get a grip, Titus. It’s all brainwashing. You think it's a coincidence they were the people who developed brainscanning?”
"That’s for medical purposes, Sam.” Titus continued to admire all the images the philoscience advert had thrown together. “You believe what you want to believe. But when I read into philoscience and what they do - I don't know - it speaks to me. I may go to their resort. It’s only for info and stuff, anyway."
"You'll be a fool if you go." Sam looked down at his younger brother gazing into the hologram. “I’m going to tell dad.”
Titus exhaled in annoyance. “Don’t do that. He’s more ignorant than you.”
“Don’t talk about dad like that. He’s done a lot for us.”
“Yeah, but it’s what he wants that really counts.” Titus stared doggedly at the advert, finding himself looking at the closed, content eyes of the meditator in purple robes.
“Dad’s here now. Look, just talk to him about it, yeah?”
Jirad Ursan walked over calmly to his two sons. “It’s nice to see you both here. I thought I’d have to wait until I got home.”
“Mum sent us out to get you,” Sam said. “Otherwise, we wouldn’t have bothered.”
“Ha! Yeah, I suspected as much. Still, I appreciate it all the same. Titus, you got dragged out here too then, did you?”
“Yeah, I suppose,” Titus said unenthusiastically. “How did the experiment go?” He thought he should be polite.
“It was fascinating actually – thanks for asking. We’re really honing down how individual electrons interact with other sub-atomic particles and the effects they can produce. Cause and effect is so hard to determine at the atomic level. It’s strange how discovering such tiny interactions can cause such huge influences for humanity.”
That is fascinating, Titus thought, glancing back at the philoscience advert. Perhaps his father may understand why he wanted to go to the resort after all. “You might not believe me, Dad, but I have been thinking similar thoughts myself.”
“Oh?”Jirad said with a mix of surprise and interest.
“Yeah, I was thinking I might follow a similar path to you. You know – discover the deep mysteries of the Universe.”
“Really? Well now, that is a nice shock. I thought you’d end up doing something completely different to me. Something artsy, perhaps. What kind of science have you become interested in? Any particular field?”
“Well, it’s not technically science.” Titus paused, wondering if this really was the best time to bring the subject up. His father looked at him with a smile ofanticipation. Titus knew he was going to be disappointed. “But it is scientific.”
“Oh, OK. What do you mean then, Son?”
“It’s philoscience. I want to help find out about dark matter! Imagine the benefits for humanity if we could get to the bottom of that mystery.” Titus motioned his dad to look at the hologram next to them. “Check it out!”
The enthusiasm had already drained from Jirad’s features, then sunk completely as he took in the spiralling images and floating text.
“I tried to talk him out of it,” Sam said. “He’s very stubborn, though.”
“I want to go, Dad.” Titus said, unable to hide his excitement. “It’s not that far to the resort. I want to find out what they have to say about dark matter. I’ve been researching about it for ages now. How can eighty percent of the material Universe be ignored? You talk about the wondrous discoveries made when science delves into matter. Dark matter will surely have the same potential for possibilities.”
"Titus, for thousands of years, many scientists from all regions of the Galaxy have studied dark matter, and we've still yet to hear of any advancements made from these endeavours. We are still receiving distant messages confirming inconclusive results. Or, simply that dark matter research has been terminated. With many light years to travel, there is a chance success may arrive from the far reaches, but the probability of that is getting much closer to zero as we speak."
"But Dad, philoscientists are doing something different. If you listen to what-"
Titus' father slammed his hand down on his palm. "Philoscience is not a legitimate science! It's grounded on wishful thinking - a complete waste of time. It’s a joke amongst people."
Titus was stunned by his father's reaction. "Like the thousands of years of science research you just mentioned," Titus said dryly, turning away from his father.
His father was about to say something, but decided not to. The holographic advert continued to spin as an audio file played to accompany it: Do you believe you're more than just a moving mass of matter? Do you believe there's something else that drives you? Well, we believe the same about the Universe. Find out more at the Philoscience Resort, coming to your city soon.
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Prologue
Discover the deep mysteries of the Universe: delve into the workings of dark matter; dissect the heart of the human soul; follow your path to truth through philoscience...
Titus's wonder twisted in his mind like a carousel as he gazed into the revolving images of the holographic advertisement, of people in purple robes meditating amongst stars, gravitational lensing and particle collisions, all entwined in a web of neuronal pathways.
"You're not seriously buying into philoscience, are you Titus?" said his older brother Sam.
"Doesn't it capture your imagination? Philoscientists are the only people in the Galaxy who continue to research dark matter!" Titus said, not taking his eyes off the advert at the spaceport. Many people were walking past the brothers, who waited to meet their father at arrivals.
"It's all mumbo jumbo! Can't you see it's just a bunch of intriguing ideas thrown together to tempt gullible people like yourself to attend one of their 'resorts'."
"I heard everyone say that.” Titus frowned, tightening his lips to one side. “I don’t know, though. That’s just what the media says. Philoscientists don't tell what they do to non-members. Billions of members across the Galaxy can’t all be gullible, right?"
"Get a grip, Titus. It’s all brainwashing. You think it's a coincidence they were the people who developed brainscanning?”
"That’s for medical purposes, Sam.” Titus continued to admire all the images the philoscience advert had thrown together. “You believe what you want to believe. But when I read into philoscience and what they do - I don't know - it speaks to me. I may go to their resort. It’s only for info and stuff, anyway."
"You'll be a fool if you go." Sam looked down at his younger brother gazing into the hologram. “I’m going to tell dad.”
Titus exhaled in annoyance. “Don’t do that. He’s more ignorant than you.”
“Don’t talk about dad like that. He’s done a lot for us.”
“Yeah, but it’s what he wants that really counts.” Titus stared doggedly at the advert, finding himself looking at the closed, content eyes of the meditator in purple robes.
“Dad’s here now. Look, just talk to him about it, yeah?”
Jirad Ursan walked over calmly to his two sons. “It’s nice to see you both here. I thought I’d have to wait until I got home.”
“Mum sent us out to get you,” Sam said. “Otherwise, we wouldn’t have bothered.”
“Ha! Yeah, I suspected as much. Still, I appreciate it all the same. Titus, you got dragged out here too then, did you?”
“Yeah, I suppose,” Titus said unenthusiastically. “How did the experiment go?” He thought he should be polite.
“It was fascinating actually – thanks for asking. We’re really honing down how individual electrons interact with other sub-atomic particles and the effects they can produce. Cause and effect is so hard to determine at the atomic level. It’s strange how discovering such tiny interactions can cause such huge influences for humanity.”
That is fascinating, Titus thought, glancing back at the philoscience advert. Perhaps his father may understand why he wanted to go to the resort after all. “You might not believe me, Dad, but I have been thinking similar thoughts myself.”
“Oh?”Jirad said with a mix of surprise and interest.
“Yeah, I was thinking I might follow a similar path to you. You know – discover the deep mysteries of the Universe.”
“Really? Well now, that is a nice shock. I thought you’d end up doing something completely different to me. Something artsy, perhaps. What kind of science have you become interested in? Any particular field?”
“Well, it’s not technically science.” Titus paused, wondering if this really was the best time to bring the subject up. His father looked at him with a smile ofanticipation. Titus knew he was going to be disappointed. “But it is scientific.”
“Oh, OK. What do you mean then, Son?”
“It’s philoscience. I want to help find out about dark matter! Imagine the benefits for humanity if we could get to the bottom of that mystery.” Titus motioned his dad to look at the hologram next to them. “Check it out!”
The enthusiasm had already drained from Jirad’s features, then sunk completely as he took in the spiralling images and floating text.
“I tried to talk him out of it,” Sam said. “He’s very stubborn, though.”
“I want to go, Dad.” Titus said, unable to hide his excitement. “It’s not that far to the resort. I want to find out what they have to say about dark matter. I’ve been researching about it for ages now. How can eighty percent of the material Universe be ignored? You talk about the wondrous discoveries made when science delves into matter. Dark matter will surely have the same potential for possibilities.”
"Titus, for thousands of years, many scientists from all regions of the Galaxy have studied dark matter, and we've still yet to hear of any advancements made from these endeavours. We are still receiving distant messages confirming inconclusive results. Or, simply that dark matter research has been terminated. With many light years to travel, there is a chance success may arrive from the far reaches, but the probability of that is getting much closer to zero as we speak."
"But Dad, philoscientists are doing something different. If you listen to what-"
Titus' father slammed his hand down on his palm. "Philoscience is not a legitimate science! It's grounded on wishful thinking - a complete waste of time. It’s a joke amongst people."
Titus was stunned by his father's reaction. "Like the thousands of years of science research you just mentioned," Titus said dryly, turning away from his father.
His father was about to say something, but decided not to. The holographic advert continued to spin as an audio file played to accompany it: Do you believe you're more than just a moving mass of matter? Do you believe there's something else that drives you? Well, we believe the same about the Universe. Find out more at the Philoscience Resort, coming to your city soon.