Tetris Theme on Laserharp
As it says above. The artist is Greig Stewart aka ThereminHero. He is playing Korobeiniki, the theme from the game Tetris.
And he ROCKS! Laser On, Dude!
I love theremin music. Sorry, but as a SF fan, I do.
When I joined the Science Fiction Writers of America, as part of the initiation rite, I was exposed to the Krell Machine by Doctor Morbeus, and my brain was reconfigured to be loyal to the music of the Theremin, which figures so prominently in such classics as DAY THE EARTH STOOD STILL and FORBIDDEN PLANET.
Naturally, exposure to the Krell Machine overloaded by puny mortal brain and killed me in short order, but Gort resurrected me using the Pyramid of Ra. (But see Theological Note below.)
Reduced-cost resurrection is one of the perquisites of joining the SWFA. That, and you are allowed to have Harlan Elison, in person, come by your house and throw a brick inscribed with a humorous racial epithet of your choice through your window once a year. Offer not valid in any state of the Union once loyal to the Confederacy or formerly owned by Russia.
Frankly, I’d rather see the talented youth make music by interrupting laser beams than be hit by a brick, even one hefted by the editor of AGAIN DANGEROUS VISIONS.
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THEOLOGICAL NOTE! Whenever referring to Gort style resurrection from the dead, we member of SWFA are required by the guild by-laws to mention that Gort does not have the power of life and death. That power is reserved to the Almighty Spirit. This technique, in some cases, can restore life for a limited period. How long? That no one can say.
Except that in this case: the period is nine hundred centuries, which seems a tad longer than normal human life, I know. But rest assured, I will really be dead after that.
Unless I am exposed to the radiation of the Genesis Torpedo, in which case, tack on another half a zillion years or so. After that, kaput.
And then I will live on only as a download in the brain of Earth Astronaut John Crichton.
And, of course, as a sixth order energy field, along with ‘Blackie’ DuQuesne, among the Pure Intellectuals and the Rakasha of vanished Urath.
But assuming the energy field can be disrupted by a zone of force, ZWAP! that is it for me.
So until I, and everyone else, is reincarnated by the Ethicals of Planet Riverworld, just rest assured that the resurrection performed by Gort has no theological implications at all.
It is just a medical process, perfectly natural, just like starting a stopped heart with a electric shock called down from heaven from the clear blue sky by the Prophet of the Almighty Spirit.
Robots do not do miracles, all right? It is against Isaac the Patriarch’s Second Law of Robotheology. Unlike when Obi-Wan Kenobi or Superman or Jon Osterman or Sam the Binder or Gandalf or Aslan or Archimage Sparrowhawk or Tinkerbell came back from the dead by drinking unicorn blood or whatever: that is kosher and properly miraculous.
But Robots? PFffftthh! They are not allowed to raise the dead. Attempts by robots to resurrect the dead or to cure the sick by lying on of gauntlets or to perform Critical Black Mass is defined as Necrotechnology, as is strictly forbidden by the Robopope Peter 2.0!
Robots are allowed to play laserharp, however. Only they have metal hands refractory enough to withstand the scalding death-ray energy involved.
About John C Wright
John C. Wright is a practicing philosopher, a retired attorney, newspaperman, and newspaper editor, and a published author of science fiction. Once a Houyhnhnm, he was expelled from the august ranks of purely rational beings when he fell in love; but retains an honorary title.
