Category: Science

  • Ravages of Honor: Handwavium Part 4, The Concept of Generations

    Ravages of Honor: Handwavium Part 4, The Concept of Generations

    When I was creating (handwaving into existence) the donai, I didn’t expect the “rule of cool” concept of “ooh, genetically engineered samurai” to lead down the rabbit holes that it did. 

    One of those rabbit holes had to do with age disparities in a long-lived species and how to deal with the ick-factor brought on by the so-called “creepiness formula” which states that a person can only date/marry someone who is at least half their own age plus seven years.

    What that means is that if you’re 30, the formula says that you shouldn’t date someone who is younger than 22. Why 22? Because (30)(.5)+7=15+7=22.

    Even though it’s a made-up world, we have to deal with two things. 

    • The first has to do with suspension of disbelief which is dependent on things making sense. And the more you know, the harder that is. (Trust me on this. I’m quite ignorant when it comes to historical fashion which is why I can enjoy The Tudors more than my friends who know a lot about fashion history.) 
    • The second has to do with social mores or acceptance of certain practices and it’s a lot more ingrained than one would expect.

    Case in point, the number of people complaining about Edward being so old as compared to Bella in Twilight. Ridiculous really, since it was dealt with up front. 

    “How old are you?” 
    “Seventeen.” 
    “How long have you been seventeen?” 
    “Awhile.”

    the movie

    The idea of vampires being static, i.e. not aging, not maturing, being anachronistic because they are frozen in place, etc. is a trope of the vampire genre (and some others as well).

    Edward may have come across as too mature for a contemporary seventeen-year-old boy, but that too was dealt with. He was an artifact of his own time, the turn of the 20th century, when a 17-yo was a man, not a boy. He grew up in a world and in circumstances where a 17-yo was far more mature than the 17-yo of today.

    The very same people (the ones who have a problem with this) have no problem with a science fiction story where some guy goes on ice (stasis or cryogenic suspension) and then boings a girl/woman who could easily be his great-granddaughter. Yet the same situation applies, a stasis or developmental pause that is not just physical but mental. And it makes sense in both situations. If vampires don’t age it stands to reason that their brains don’t age either, which is why they’re not grumpy old men yelling at clouds or at kids to get off their lawns.

    (I wrote about this from a more general perspective about a year ago. Vampirism and Other Afflictions)

    But it still presented a problem for my worldbuilding, and not because I figured some might object. It was one of those things I had to figure out, if only for myself.

    So I started off by looking into how generations were defined. I had always assumed (been taught?) that generations were twenty years. Well, there are generations and then there are generations. Obviously I’m not talking about the “Gen X” type of generation, i.e. a group of people born in a certain decade.

    I reached out to one of my doctor friends, as one does, and got quite an education on the more scientific definition. Long story short, generations are determined by how long a woman is fertile.

    Menarche typically occurs between the ages of 10 and 16, with the average age of onset being 12.4 years.—NIH
    The menopausal transition most often begins between ages 45 and 55.—NIH

    Oh no! We’re in girl cootie territory again! Surely this can’t have anything to do with “real science fiction.”

    Sure it does. 

    So let’s go with 50 as the end of fertility and 15 as the start of it (because of the lack of regular periods at the onset of 12.4 years) which gives us a nice number like 50-15=35. (Or if we go with 55, we get 40; either way that’s much longer than the 20-yr span I thought it must be).

    Keep in mind now, this is for handwavium, for a made-up world, so don’t waggle your finger at me about how a real biologist might do this. I’m using this as a launching pad for my handwavium. My handwavium may be crunchy, but not so crunchy that it’s no longer handwavium.

    Now, this period of fertility is obviously dependent on life span as well, so if you live at a time when 30 was your expected life span, it would be 30-15=15 and then also factor in that percentage body fat is a factor so girls who don’t live in industrialized first-world countries or who lived when they couldn’t accumulate enough body fat by age 12, would have later menarche-onset dates. It’s entirely possible that at one point in history, the fertility period (generation) was between 18 and 30 due to limits of body fat percentages and life expectancy, so 12 years. 

    Apply the creepiness formula to that and you can see why a 30-yo man paired with a 22-yo woman wouldn’t make sense or be typical, but a 30-yo man paired with a younger woman makes far more sense. And then factor in the number of deaths due to childbirth on top of that. If you’re not glad that you’re living today instead of way back then, you should be. (Backwards time-traveling heroines notwithstanding).

    This is why we shouldn’t judge the past by our own distorted modern lens. Things happened for reasons (usually) that have everything to do with rules imposed by nature, not because of The Patriarchy (TM) or whatever the hate-on is for today.

    Once you start looking at things with an eye towards impositions made by nature, the world-building gets rigorous, i.e. your scifi elements aren’t just a thin skin or veneer for your fiction.

    For the donai, this meant that I could not use generations at all. When the women that are able to have babies are an anomaly due to errors in genetic coding and only have a handful of fertile cycles, then there is no concept of generations. There can’t be. 

    But it’s not enough to just say and handwave it away. It should be, but it’s not. You need more because of that issue of “aging” in terms of maturity, i.e. old man yells at cloud. The social derision for an older partner comes from the objection that a mature person is taking advantage of an immature one, even if the immature one is 22 and well into being considered an adult whose choices we shouldn’t question due to agency, respect, blah-whatever-blah. Having it both ways, aren’t we?

    I see this derision all the time, especially when an older man is dating a much younger woman. We all assume she’s the poor victim and he’s taking advantage of her. Less so if the older partner is a woman for some reason. Now, there’s some sexism for ya!

    So how to deal with it in-world for Ravages of Honor?

    It turns out I already had a built-in answer, one I didn’t even think of when I created them. 

    Since the donai can live for centuries (How many? I don’t know yet and won’t until I have written it.) and their nanite symbionts keep them in a semi-perpetual middle-age1 for most of their lives, it follows that we have that “stuck at seventeen” or static stage of life like vampires where the character doesn’t transition to the old-man-yelling-at-cloud phase, i.e. senescence.

    Being aware of potential objections made by readers is very helpful, maybe even key, when it comes to rigor. Yes, it means that you can’t just write what you want, and there are certainly times when you’ll want to ignore such “objections” (I certainly do) but it works oh-so-much better when you can head them off with something that makes sense.

    For the record, in RoH, Syteria is, I would say, in her early twenties (or the in-world equivalent) with Darien being about ten years older (chronologically), which makes him very young for a donai. He is not even in that middle-age phase yet. If you were to do an apples-to-apples comparison, as in judging a human by human standards, and a donai by donai standards, she’s “older” than he is because humans age AND mature faster, whereas donai do not. 

    By the way, I was stunned to learn that 20-30 is considered young adult and that middle age as we define it is 40-50. I guess when you don’t start being an adult until you’re 26 that makes sense, but it was still a shock. In my world (IRL), you were expected to act and function as an adult at about 13 and by that I mean in terms of responsibility and maturity, and not by being sexually active. Yes, I’m very Old World. Go figure!

    Now that I’ve started RoH4 and it’s looking like a story where Lady Neria Bhanot and Lord Dobromil (Darien’s father) are going to be forging a new world order, the “May/September romance” question kicked in hard since he is much older. But it doesn’t matter for in-world reasons. People are free to screech about it of course, but that’s not really my problem.

    [crossposted to Substack]


    Side notes for writers:

    This kind of thing is also why I’m glad I resisted the urge to explain, that practice of dumping information into the story when there really is no need for it other than for the author to masturbate on the page and show you how much thought she’s put into it. In fact, I have no less than three deleted scenes over the last three novels where I gave in to that urge and then in going back over it, ruthlessly cut myself out of it. It saved writing myself into a corner, and one of the reasons I continue to love close/deep point-of-view.

    Word of caution. The scientific rigor is what throws such stories out of the Romance genre. Once you start making your story about the worldbuilding or the handwavium rather than the romantic relationship you have crossed into romantic subplot. You’re going to end up overplotting it (for a Romance) because in order for it to make sense you’re going to have to dramatize the “science” to the reader.


  • Ravages of Honor: Handwavium Part 3, The Genetic Engineering

    Ravages of Honor: Handwavium Part 3, The Genetic Engineering

    What if?

    That is the central question in scifi and the cause of all the trouble too. Trouble means tension and conflict. In fiction, trouble is good.

    MidJourney image

    One of the things I really wanted to get away from was the Star Trek “alien.” The Star Trek alien is just like a human except for one, or a few, altered physical features (purple eyes, wrinkled nose, differently shaped ears) and one exaggerated behavior or attribute—greed for the Ferengi, logic for the Vulcans, aggression for the Klingons. Until recently all Vulcans even shared one hairstyle.

    Practically you can see why this would happen. It makes it easy on the makeup department and allows the casting department to cast, well, humans. Duh. Budget constraints are a factor of course, even with the prevalence of CGI. We finally are a point where we have actors walking around on stilts to create the illusion of hooves like a horse, etc.

    Low-budget old-school Dr. Who was braver and gave us aliens/monsters made up of baling wire and spit. Ironically, also due to budget constraints. There’s a lesson there.

    That’s all fine and good and eventually Star Trek writers even came up with an explanation for why there are so many bipedal humanoid species—some race went around seeding planets and reused the same framework. Okay. That kinda, sorta explains things, but what about behavior? That’s actually more writing-related too, having to do with the readers.

    The readers (or viewers) must be able to relate to the alien. Hence we do not have the Broccoli people of Brassica IV except maybe for the short term as a curiosity or if the budget allows it, or just to be able to say, “Hey we don’t just have bipedal humanoid aliens with front-facing eyes.”

    Let’s face it, consumers may get a chuckle out of the Brassicans’ obsessions with butter-baths, but could we really relate to it if it didn’t touch the funny (or irony) bone?

    Now, if you think about it, an intelligent creature that looked like a stalk of broccoli because it had sensors on the stalks or operated each branch like an octopus does with multiple brains would be quite unique and might even make sense for a certain kind of environment, but how relatable would it be?

    And then we have the Furry-aliens, i.e. people in suits made up to look like a shark’s head was grafted atop a human torso, because, well, it was. I really wanted to get away from that, and the truth is, once I made that decision, I was limited to creating a sub-species of human, which I was actually fine with given what I wanted to do.

    In addition to it working with the story I was inspired to write, I think that going with a sub-species is more honest than pretending that you could have a shark-headed humanoid. Ironically, it’s actually done better in fantasy (via orcs, ogres, vampires, werewolves, and other supernatural creatures which are more rigorous, i.e. it makes more sense, than the shark-furry). This is also why I’m fine with calling the RoH series a “space fantasy” or a “space opera” rather than hard-SF, despite the crunchiness of the science or the rigor of internal consistency. 

    Remember, I’m here to entertain. As I’ve been saying, I’m filing for copyrights, not patents.

    Once I made the decision to go with the more rigorous notion of a sub-species, I delved into what I loosely call genetic engineering (mostly the old-fashioned kind that is actually in-vivo breeding for traits and/or hybridization rather than the in-vitro variety, although I use both in Ravages of Honor series (affiliate link)).

    Enter the mules. Wait, did she say mules? As in the four-legged things like horses.

    Yes, she did! Cause she’s like that.

    Because a mule has only 63 chromosomes (a horse has 64 and a donkey has 62), mules are infertile. Usually. I know! I was shocked to learn this too. I thought for sure that mules could not have babies. 

    And that’s when the trouble started.

    What if? What if the super-soldiers (my genetically engineered donai) were like mules? This would be a desirable trait since their creators wouldn’t want them breeding anyway. So I went down this rabbit hole and discovered that there are rare cases where the offspring of a fertile female mule ( a “mare”) can have fertile offspring that then go on to exhibit (atavistic expression I believe; remember, I’m not a geneticist or even a biologist) the traits/characteristics of horses despite their heritage including donkeys. That is, it’s possible to breed fertility back into the genome and to have those offspring express only the “desirable” traits of one species (or race).

    Talk about things that make this writer’s day! This is my playground. This is where my buttons are pushed (and like a 747 I have a lot of them; go figure).

    In the RoH universe this manifested as the genetically engineered donai having been created in such a way that they were infertile, but “nature finds a way” and produced errors—sometimes in the genome a la chromosomes, sometimes in the symbiotic nanites via coding errors. Sometimes those “errors” were helped along by the most successful venereal disease on record—life. Yes, life is a venereal disease, even when it occurs in-vitro (in a test tube). Pass it on!

    Scientists can play with test-tubes all they like, even en masse, but there’s nothing like the introduction of chaos (the scientific variety) that’s unleashed when the product, in this case, the donai, are released into the wild and have the opportunity to—ahem—interact with a far more prolific species, i.e. humans. 

    And this is where another “What if?” came in and then all the trouble called a story, called conflict, called complex characters, called intense relationships, called massive worldbuilding “happened.”

    If a story can’t be told without the extrapolation of science, it’s science fiction. 

    If a story has a premise based in that extrapolation of science (mine has three), then it’s science fiction. 

    If a story has a solution rooted in the same extrapolation, then it’s science fiction. 

    Which still leaves open the question of sub-genre.

    RoH meets all those criteria (requisite girl cooties notwithstanding). So what is it then? Hard science fiction, science fantasy, or space opera. I guess it all depends on your perspective, i.e. how much do you really care about the science being right, the science being rigorous, internally consistent, etc.

    From my perspective it’s got enough handwavium and other elements (i.e. it’s not just about the technology but about people and their adventures) to be space opera. It’s also space opera because the donai are more like the creatures of fantasy despite their non-supernatural basis. In many ways they are more human than human, but the story solution resting in the “rigor” of the story’s in-vivo genetic engineering makes it sci-fi (maybe even hard sci-fi). 

    Unlike a lot of space opera (I’m looking at you Star Trek) RoH is actual military-sf rather than militaristic-sf. But I don’t have a lot (I have a few) of space battles because I find them boring to read and even more boring to write. Nevertheless, I also don’t appropriate military culture (uniforms, ranks) and then disrespect them (bedding subordinates and making them into a “peacekeeping armada”—what an absurd term! Think about it!) because I know better. My militaries kill people and break things, just like (checks notes) in the real world. Huh. More rigor. 

    This is why I call myself  genre-fluid. I don’t set out to mix genres, but I do mix them, depending on what the in-world dynamics call for. I think this enriches the world and provides depth to characters. It’s what makes an enjoyable story to me and I hope, to you, my readers.

    Please don’t put any spoilers in any comments. I will delete anything I consider spoilerish.

    [Crossposted to Substack]

  • Ravages of Honor: Handwavium Part 2, Nanotechnology

    Ravages of Honor: Handwavium Part 2, Nanotechnology

    One of the reasons I’m doing this short series on the science in my books is because I wish more scifi writers would talk about what’s real science and what’s made up in their stories so that people won’t grow up thinking that Star Trek (ST) science is real. One of the reason I like reading certain historical fiction writers like Kate Quinn and Allison Pataki is because they go into what is made up and what was based on historical “facts.” As a non-historian I appreciate knowing. I’m hoping that the same will happen for what I’m discussing here.

    And here we go…

    The nano robot in blood vessel,medical concept,3d render; licensed image


    Most people (based on what I’ve seen) got their idea about nanotechnology from Star Trek. My introduction to it was somewhat different. ST:TNG had not yet hit television when I ran across Feynman’s There’s Plenty of Room at the Bottom (a 1959 lecture on “miniaturization” that is considered the basis for the concept) via Engines of Creation, the first book I ever checked out of a college library. 

    [The big bugaboo about this lecture on “miniaturization” was in its interpretation, i.e. what Feynman meant vs what people “understood.” He was not talking about miniaturization in the sense of making smaller and smaller versions of something, i.e. as in using the photolithography used to make semiconductors.1 The image above demonstrates this misunderstanding in action. That robot up there looks like a macro (real world) scale robot, something that has been scaled down.]

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  • Ravages of Honor: Handwavium Part 1, FTL travel

    Ravages of Honor: Handwavium Part 1, FTL travel

    One of the reasons I made my Ravages of Honor series (affiliate link) into a space opera was so that I could focus on the characters, their adventures and relationships, the politics of a galactic empire, and the political machinations of feuding noble Houses. And so that I could use handwavium (i.e. make stuff up).

    MidJourney image

    As with most things I set out to do, things don’t always turn out the way I intended. There’s a reason I chose the slogan, “human drives, not hyperdrives” so I was surprised to find out that my handwavium (my science) was considered pretty crunchy after all.

    And actually, I’m okay with this. Like most writers, I ended up writing something I wanted to read—something that hit all of my buttons just right, and I have a lot of them. I want character-based stories with romantic elements (like chivalry and romance, not Romance) as well as handwavium that makes sense in-universe. I wanted to explore the question of “What makes us human?” as well as the cost and price of honor, i.e. of doing the right thing. I wanted to look what makes freedom and liberty and tyranny. I wanted to look at cultural clashes.

    I consider the FTL in RoH to be the least crunchy element of my handwavium, but maybe it’s not. When a writer friend pointed this one, I had to shrug and then nod and go off and think about it some.

    One of the reasons I don’t go into huge info-dumps in RoH is because as a reader, I find them quite boring. The characters don’t need to explain things to themselves (how often do you stop to explain to yourself how your car works?) and even when we contrive a reason to explain things to an ingenue, it comes across as authorial intrusion of the worst kind.

    Even if the character being used as a mouth-piece is actually an expert (in this case, an n-space expert) he has to have a good reason to “explain” things to another character. Then we have the level of explanation. If a differential geometer (someone who is mathematician specializing in differential geometry) were to explain something to a layman, would they use all the terms-of-art unique to differential geometry? The answer of course is no, so vomiting that on the page is again, pure authorial intrusion.

    My definition of science fiction is not just that it has to have a speculative element (like nanotechnology or FTL or genetic engineering) but that such elements have to be integral to the story, i.e. it can’t happen without it. It can’t just be window dressing or a thin veneer. There must be a speculative element that is integral to the story in such a way that taking it away kills the story. If the story solution depends on it, so much the better, and by the way, now you may have well crossed into “hard” sci-fi, whether you intended to or not.

    The Ravages of Honor series (affiliate link) has three such elements: FTL, nanotechnology, and genetic engineering. Take any of these elements away and there can be no story. Without FTL, Syteria can’t get pulled out of her part of the universe and find herself in Darien’s. Without FTL, there is no Imperium. Without genetic engineering and nanotechnology, the donai cannot exist.

    I think the genetic engineering in my series is actually the most speculative element, followed by the nanotech, but that’s probably more of a reflection on the fact that my education is the most lacking in the genetic engineering aspect, whereas I do have a better grasp of how nanotechnology would work just like I have a better but still tenuous (theoretical) grasp on the math and physics of “hyperspace” (as in the space of higher dimensions, not the x, y, and z of our own physical universe; oh, and t (time) of course, but let’s leave t’ (the prime of time) out of this, cause yeah, let’s just leave it out).

    I apologize in advance for making physicists cringe and for making lay people think about math, but I promise, no equations. I also apologize for the quality of my graphics. It was either spend ten minutes drawing it by hand or the next few days trying to figure out how to make the same image via some program I haven’t used in years, and I have a release coming up tomorrow (10/20/23). Yikes! 

    So here it is, the quick and dirty, and not very technical version of my FTL handwavium.

    It requires you to imagine the space between stars (just like in our universe) as a surface. If we were to look at a surface edge-on, we’d get a line. 

    What constitutes a region A as different from region B is part of the speculative element here. Let’s call it any region of space that is gravitationally connected in some way, like a solar system or a cluster of stars and their solar systems.

    Now imagine that this line (that represents a surface) has some curvature to it that can be represented mathematically (if not physically) via the surface (and surface only) of a sphere. 

    Kind of like this:

    So, what we have here is much like two soap bubbles that have been brought together and can touch, thereby creating an interface. 

    That interface is what connects region A to region B, in hyperspace (as in the space of higher dimensions).

    What does that interface itself actually look like?

    It’s an intersection where region A and region B “touch,” thus creating a “phase-point” connecting the regions and therefore providing a way to travel from star C to star D hyperspatially. This phase-point might look like a disk you can pass through.

    Everyone with a physics background, stop cringing. It’s called science “fiction” for a reason.

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    This is why the territory of any particular House in the RoH universe isn’t necessarily connected in real space. The n-space (phase-point) connections are the defining factor instead. And if one wants to travel through a phase-point that is located physically in another House’s territory, they must have permission or enough power not to worry about getting permission. This is part of the reason why we have a feudal system in this far-future universe, i.e. because one of the elements of a feudal system is that communication and/or travel is slow and/or difficult. Messages must also travel through these phase-points or take years or decades or centuries to arrive. 

    Now, imagine if you will, what happens when those bubbles move further or closer or get pushed apart. It would change the dynamics of alliances, both political and economic. Fertile ground for any space opera. 

    Especially this one (release date 10/20/23):

    Cover © Kurt Miller, 2023

    [Crossposted to Substack]

  • The color of the Sun

    This is one of those things that everybody knows, right? You’ve known since kindergarten. White sheet of paper. Yellow crayon. No problem.

    I know it’s so because I’ve lost count of the number of times that I’ve read about “Earth’s yellow star.” It’s one of those things we take for granted or that we take on faith. A lot of things are like that today. Everybody says so, therefore it must be so. Especially if they stand up in front of a classroom, or if it’s been published in a book. Or they’re wearing a lab coat. Especially if they’re wearing a lab coat. Pffft!

    The Sun is a white star. And yes, it’s the Sun. Just like the Earth is the Earth unless you’re speaking of the soil stuck to your boots, in which case you can go ahead and write “earth.” It’s capitalized if it’s a name just like it’s Mars, not mars. Or Moon, not moon, unless you mean a generic moon. Or a generic sun as in a “million suns.” Or Jupiter’s outer moons. But I digress.

    Don’t take my word for it. Is Stanford’s word good enough? 

    If your VPC (viewpoint character) has never seen the Sun except through dust and he thinks it’s orange, that’s fine, but if your VPC is a starship captain or a scientist or an omni narrator, he really ought to know better.