June 10th, 2007

cass, can you not

More stuff I'm not making up

According to a short note in June'sScientific American about an study published in March's Nature (which I definitely should have spotted - bad Marcelo!), people with damage to the ventromedial prefrontal cortex take no time at all to make decisions in situations involving, say, killing one person to save many others. It's not that they make a choice that we (or at least I) wouldn't, they just don't go through that split second of hesitation, the emotional but....

Four thoughts come to mind:

1. Certain forms of training aim at giving people (something very similar to) this trait. I wonder if there's a similar biological signature as a result of this training.

2. How long before military trainers everywhere start looking for effective ways to surgically or chemically replicate this neurological pattern?

3. I know what you are thinking: Blindsight! (this one for razorsmile)

4. I'm disturbingly well-adapted to certain aspects of the contemporary world. Anybody ever tells me again science fiction is escapist literature, I zap my ventromedial prefrontal cortex and go twenty-first century-medieval on his ass.
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Elseworld's Finest kinda-fic

Once upon a time (a few days ago), katarik and nokomis talked about Elseworld's Finest, which is one of the most interesting Elseworlds around: a Barbara who kicks ass like nobody's business, a fantastic Luthor, bonus Tim Drake, walled cities, Bruce as a real fop-slash-alfred-slash-waynecestic manslut - really, you can't go wrong with it. They bandied about a number of horrifyingly plausible ideas for Steph and Cass in this world, and... Well. I kida had to write this. An elseworld to the elseworld, if you will; won't make much sense if you haven't read the Elseworld before, I guess.

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Well, it's been a learning experience so far.

Writing Simon Spector feels *weird*. Despite the lack of textual canon, he's the opposite from a blank slate. There's lots of structure in him, things hidden behind his Doc Savage-sque attitude, and there's also structure, meta, in the world he lives in. The fact that I have to make up lots of it doesn't mean that it wasn't there beforehand. If that makes sense.

Anyway, I just finished a five hundred words ficlet, my first for this psych_30 challenge. I'm going to post it in a few hours, but if you want to read it before (and, say, give me any last minute feedback or corrections, like "god, don't post that, it sucks"), just drop me a note.