The latest Netflick Joy sent away for is a TV show called Defying Gravity.
Impressive visuals... but it takes a lot of turning-off-the-brain.
Ten years ago: deadly Martian sandstorm! For Niven fans, the phrase "about as dangerous as an enraged caterpillar" springs inevitably to mind.
Current events: it seems that as a result of changing two Supreme Court justices, abortion has been absolutely outlawed, as have home pregnancy tests - as we all know, this follows automatically, with none of that pesky business about state-by-state legislation. Curiously, though, women are still allowed to wear shoes and fly spaceships.
I guess we can allow the handwaving explanation of how the floor attracts the special clothing.
In space: aside from the apparent inconsistency of controls for the outer door of the airlock - is it just a touchscreen button, or is there a physical lever involved? - well, let's see what else annoyed me on the way past, during the Venus-suit event.
Suit, pressurized to 5 atm, has a slow leak. Can we boost the pressure? No, that might make it leak faster! Wait, why would you want to boost the pressure anyway? If the air for boosting the pressure is available, can't you use that to stabilize the pressure at, say 0.5 atm?
Donner is pulling on the safety line to retrieve Zoe. He needs to speed up! Pull faster! Er... given the lack of friction, each tug should be faster than the one before. Braking, however, is problematic; she'll come crashing back into the airlock at the speed of his last pull, which may be excessive.
As the pressure drops from 5 atm to 0.5 atm, Zoe gets incoherent. It's nitrogen narcosis! And the bends! Now, let's get this straight... 5 atm is about equivalent to 170 feet of water, so, yes, if they were silly enough to pump up that suit with standard air, nitrogen narcosis while pressurized would be a serious problem. And, as pressure came down, the bends would become a problem. Both of which are excellent reasons that no competent space agency would use standard air for such a purpose. Also, the symptoms of the bends are very different from those of nitrogen narcosis, and surely by the time she starts babbling she should be out of narcosis and into screaming in pain.
Oh, and why were they testing the suit with high pressure inside and vacuum outside anyway? Why not go to 6 atm inside, and keep the airlock at 1 atm? And is that really a good test anyway, when what you're worried about is high pressure on the outside leaking in? All the seals and joints ought to have been designed for higher pressure on the outside, so reversing the situation seems likely to miss actual problems and cause gratuitous failures.
And then there's the whole business of the Mysterious Thing With Eldritch Powers. Is Pod 4 a portal that opens onto Mars? Is it a TARDIS that contains Mars? Or is it just a sort of Room 101? Or, perhaps, is the Thing the Venusian ambassador to Mars, hitching a ride home after millennia in the post-apocalyptic wasteland?
There were a bunch of other distractingly-wrong things, but I've already managed to forget most of them. DVD #2 should be showing up in a couple of days....
At least it's not as bad as Le Morte d'Arthur. That, I can't get more'n a couple of pages into without reaching for the history books to see just how wrong it's getting.
Update: I have now seen all there is of it. Unlike Firefly, there's really no need for a second season... or a first, for that matter.
Silly annoying distraction: they don't even handwave over the subject of FTL communication, which they must have, or the conversations with Earth would have annoying coffee breaks in them. (Besides which, what's with all the remote control? Shades of old Soviet spam-in-a-can. Except the astronauts have local controls for most stuff, only those can be overridden from Earth, and some critical routine functions seem to require calling on Mission Control to push the buttons.)
Then there's the whole system-wide Pokemon game...
A: Cut it into several pieces, and bury each on a different planet, moon, or asteroid.
Q: How would you imprison an immortal being of unspeakable evil?
Seriously, if you have no clue what they are, where they came from, why they are where they are, or what will happen if they're brought together... hey, kids! Let's go trick-or-treating for large pieces of plutonium!
And then there's the utter dysfunctionality of, well, everyone, and the well-worn TV staple of "rewriting people's DNA", and the vast conspiracy that makes no sense whatsoever, and, ....
Apparently it was meant to become a 6-year soap opera, addressing (audience for soap operas) ⋃ (audience for science fiction), but somehow* ended up attracting only (audience for soap operas) ⋂ (audience for science fiction).
* Which could not, in any conceivable way, involve a brain-damaged concept and crappy writing.
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