You are ALL WRONG

Peter,

of course, a hundred and four years ago our best scientists were almost 100% convinced that heavier-than-air flight was impossible,
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Just a small correction. Two hundred and four years ago, not 104 years ago, Sir George Cayley was deep into developing aeordynamic physical theory (lift vs. drag), air screws (propellers), wing and tail surfaces and building scale and full scale aircraft that were able to accomplish heavier-than-air flight. Throughout the 19th century different power plants (mostly steam) were used to power such aircraft. The real problem was to develop a power plant that had sufficient power to lift both the aircraft and a pilot. The Wright Brothers were able to utilize the new gasoline engine and light weight bicycle parts to realize the power to weight ratio necessary for manned flight.

True, there were some scientists circa 1900 who didn't believe it possible but they hadn't read the literature that had been available, at least in Great Britain, for a century.
 
Jimmy E,

Maybe you don't understand my "nit picking" of your story. I'll try to explain:

This is an Internet BBS. The only criteria by which we can judge your story is through your written statements. As such, I've picked certain statements that you've made and questioned them...literally...by asking you questions about them. This is what you asked of us...to ask questions.

In one of your early posts you seemed to have indicated an unfamiliarity with what occurs with human beings who undergo "Atomic Displacement" though you have a definite familiarity for what occurs with non-humans.

Later in your story you seem to be indicating that you are very definitely a human being.

That's a problem - a discrepancy if you will - that indicates to me, at least, that you were making up the details "on the fly" without first checking your prior statements for continuity.

This has been a typical problem with the vast majority of would-be time travelers who come and go here. I obviously can't force you to address the issue and, in fact, the statement wasn't really intended for you. I presumed before making the posts that you had no intention of addressing the problem. The posts were for the consumers of the story and not really for the seller.

You might not like or appreciate the tactic. But I also assume that you reviewed the goings on on this forum before you started posting and were well briefed on what to expect.

Moreover, when you fired the first shot across the bows of every member with your quip, "...it's not my real name. You don't deserve to know my real name", you should thereafter expect the same degree of respect for your story that you gave to the forum members. It was a rookie move.

You obviously have something that you want to communicate to the forum. You do write well. You do seem to have a good hand for crafting a story. I actually applaud you for having that talent. But in the real world of art, and even sports, there are thousands of talented people who can't seem to make it. It's an old addage in the baseball world of college coaches and professional baseball organization scouts that the absolute worst recommendation that the college coach can make to the scout is an unadorned, "Yeah, well, the kid has some talent." The meaning, of course is left unsaid, "...but he fails to realize it."

So the next question for you is this:

Asuming that you have a message to impart to us that you believe is important, have you realized your talent or has your choice of approach left you as being "yet another undraftable kid"?
 
The Binx replaced many of my organs with ones grown in a controlled environment because I was injured in their rescue operation of me. Hij'kule explosives detonated near me when I was being taken from the Hij'kule prison barge, and I lost the majority of my torso and a leg. The leg was easy for them to replace, they just copied my other one and mirror-imaged it. The way this is accomplished is through cloning of specific tissues, grown in a laboratory. They graft the tissue sample onto a structural device, sort of like an inverted mould, and make sure it grows in the right directions. They mapped out the attaching structure of the muscles on my other leg, so they knew where to connect the tendons and ligaments and whatnot.

They had time to make a leg, I wasn't going die without a leg. However, I was going to die without a heart, lungs, stomach, intestines, kidney, and liver. They took ready-made Binx organs from their infirmary and used mechanical couplings to connect them without organic rejection. Luckily Binx are smaller than humans, so there was more than enough space in my abdominal and chest cavities. Each one of my lungs is actually two Binx lungs grafted together. My intestines are about 40% longer than the normal Binx intestines.

Normally they would have replaced these Binx organs once I had recovered, putting human organs back in me, but they didn't have anything to base them off of, nothing to make a cast from in order to form them.

When I noticed irregularities in my functions, like shortness of breath, constipation, or a strange color or odor from my urine, I discussed it with Binx physicians. They met with me regularly and performed operations to tweak the performance of my organs, taking me back to my regular human levels.

The only thing they didn't remove - because I told them not to - was the Binx's natural immunity to cyanide. In fact it was a common flavoring agent, lending the food an almost almond flavor. I figured I didn't NEED to be susceptible to a deadly toxin, and it tastes pretty good in some of the Binx meat dishes.

They were fascinated by our biological compatibility. And I was actually at the center of scientific debate about whether we could have common ancestry, or it was just chance. There was even some talk of it being a divine miracle.

Traveling to other planets was very awe-inspiring. The Binx Core Worlds were all heavily altered to resemble Gredu'k'o'pul, the Binx homeworld. Many times they were worlds that were too large, so the Binx literally shaved miles off the planet's crust, in order to make it more livable. Younger colonial worlds would be domed, but have massive oxygen production plants outside the domes, slowly transforming the air. The older colonies already had a sustainable atmosphere, and had been converted to the rich forests the Binx called home.

Walking around on a Binx planet was very odd because they had low gravity. I grew several inches while living with the Binx. I kept the gravity higher in my quarters and residency because I couldn't sleep in such low gravity. I was barred from athletic events, though! I towered over them and seemed superpowered comparatively.

The flora and fauna the Binx carried with them across the galaxy are like nothing on Earth. Insectoids (a word I use in English to describe the hard-bodied multi-legged creatures I found there) were often ridden by the miniature Binx. Large predatory Insectoids, known as Romj'k, were tamed and used as transportation. They ran very fast, even carrying a Binx soldier bogged down with weapons. I was given a genetically altered Romj'k to ride around on. He was also surgically altered, his legs reinforced and his feet widened, so they didn't break under our combined body weight. I called him "Shorty". He was a good friend, in many ways like a dog.

The Binx themselves were completely alien. They were covered in fine blue fur, which matched the blue trees of the forest. Female Binx were larger than males, and it was a matriarchal structure. Although females gave birth, the males nursed the young from glands on the backs of their hands when they are exposed to the pheromones of a pregnant woman over an extended period of time. There were a lot more males than females. Females married more than one male, and the males all took each other as spouses, often having sex with each other as part of their romantic relationship. Also, it should be noted that despite the females being bigger than the males, the males were still the dominant fighters, depending on agility more than brute strength.

The craziest life form I ever saw was the "golbuu'u'tuu nalreek", a rare and beautiful creature whose name translates loosely as "magnificent sky worm". This creature was only a few inches wide, but over twelve feet long, its segmented body like a long chain, each link glistening in the sunlight like purple diamonds. The first eleven inches of the creature was its head, six bright green eyes surrounding the front section, and three-inch long probosci waving and dangling in the air like a living circular brush. The rest of its body was covered with thousands of tiny, transparent wings. It moved like a beautiful streak of color in the sky. It fed on tiny spores in the air.

I only visited a Lu'Pan world once, and that was Khersh9. I had heard tales of the Lu'Pan homeworld being beautiful, covered in diamonds and rich with life, but the colony world was terrifying. They filled the air with smoke, sulfurous gas, dust from the planet's surface. The buildings were all angles, emotionless, built by the military, utilitarian. Everything was gray and brown and black. There was no ground cover: no stone pathways, no grassy meadows, just loose dirt. We attacked it to grab a foothold in the Lu'Pan Core. I was part of the strike team. We had to wear big bulky anti-gravity suits, or else the pressure would have crushed us. It was most unpleasant.

The rest of my travels were spent on ships and stations.

The language of the aliens was fed to me through a chip implanted on the back of my neck, under the skin. It connected with the ship or station's main computer and accessed the linguistics database. It didn't seem to me that the aliens were speaking English, I still heard the sounds they were saying. But they just made sense, I understood the meaning. Lots of words and phrases popped up so often that I began to learn them beyond the implanted chip, simply by association. Of course, when I talked with the Lu'Pan on rare occasions, I needed to wear olfactory enhancers in my nose to interpret the pheromones the Lu'Pan communicated with.

Robots are common, but they're normally not built to resemble their creators - with the exception of Hij'kule sexual robots. They're designed to perform a specific function, and are little more than automatons. Androids are impossible in a nonhuman environment - Andros is Greek for Man, and Eides is Form, so it's something in the form of a man. But I'm pretty sure you mean a robot which can think and act with sentience. No, I'm positive they had the technology, but they had no interest in doing it.
 
Okay, so my initial joking tone was taken wrong. Sorry.

I don't know how many times I've had to tell you! My sense of identity is more complex than my planet of birth. My people, the people who nursed me back to health, rescued me, with whom I fought, are the Binx. I contain mostly Binx organs, which shifted my cell division rate so that after twenty years my cells would all have been replaced by new ones. Once your cells have all been replenished, you can travel back in time and not displace yourself. I used Binx calculations most of the time, so I didn't learn human cell division rates.

What you think are conflicting details are really just parts you skipped.

I already addressed this, here: http://www.timetravelinstitute.com/ttiforum/showthreaded.php?Cat=&Board=ttclaims&Number=45559&page=&view=&sb=&o=&vc=1

Seriously. Just read what I post.
 
>>The leg was easy for them to replace, they just copied my other one and mirror-imaged it.<<

Including the circulatory system? And the nervous system? Those are both asymmetrical, you know.

>>The only thing they didn't remove - because I told them not to - was the Binx's natural immunity to cyanide. In fact it was a common flavoring agent, lending the food an almost almond flavor. I figured I didn't NEED to be susceptible to a deadly toxin, and it tastes pretty good in some of the Binx meat dishes.<<

"Cyanide acutely works by binding to hemoglobin and staying there (usually by a shift to an acid form). The binding constant is higher than that of oxygen so it doesn't release too well therefore creatures using heme centered molecules (including Cu based 'blue-blooders') die from acute suffocation."
http://www.reefs.org/library/article/cyanide_effects_testing.html

>>I was actually at the center of scientific debate about whether we could have common ancestry, or it was just chance. There was even some talk of it being a divine miracle.<<

So none of their scientists ever hears of exobiology then, right? They have interstellar transit, they interact with other alien life forms, but exobiology never occured to them.

>>Many times they were worlds that were too large, so the Binx literally shaved miles off the planet's crust, in order to make it more livable.<<

Wouldn't that affect that planet's magnetosphere?

>>Younger colonial worlds would be domed, but have massive oxygen production plants outside the domes, slowly transforming the air.<<

If they need to live in domes, that means there is no atmosphere. If there's no atmosphere, any gases leak into space.

>>Walking around on a Binx planet was very odd because they had low gravity.<<

...and you had no problems when you came back to Earth right? You had full muscle structure and proper bone density, right? Because you were working in the shipyards, right?

>>>...which matched the blue trees of the forest.<<<

How do they photosynthesize?

>>There were a lot more males than females.<<

When why aren't they extinct? All sexually oriented life in nature is 51% female for this exact reason.

>>Each one of my lungs is actually two Binx lungs grafted together.<<

So they are roughly 3 feet tall and...

>>Female Binx were larger than males<<

Thich now makes them 2 feet tall. They're Gnomes, right?

>>They were covered in fine blue fur<<

Let's see... 2 feet tall with blue fur? Did any of them live in a garbage can on Sesame Street?

>>This creature was only a few inches wide, but over twelve feet long, its segmented body like a long chain, each link glistening in the sunlight like purple diamonds.<<

Were you eating Lucky Charms when you thought this one up? Do the Binx have purple horseshoes on their heads or yellow hearts? And oh- naturally every aliens from every planet can survive in any other planet, right? No one worries about gravity or atmosphere or airborne pathogens.

Please keep going- you're about 75% done. Tell us more about your interstellar travels, Obi Won.
 
As I already said in the previous post, there were hundreds of surgeries afterwards perfecting the organs. This included my leg.

For cyanide to enter the blood stream, it first has to be absorbed by the digestive system if ingested. And the Binx digestive system blocks absorption of cyanide.

They had exobiologists, and had done extensive studies on the Hij'kule and Yoorach. Both of those species, having evolved on completely different planets, had no biological consistencies with the Binx, except for many of the same functional structures. However, humans share biology with both the Yoorach and the Binx, which led to some Binx scientists to label me the "missing link" in a chain of biological evolution on three planets: Yoorach to Human to Binx. It wasn't a popularly accepted theory, but it did make waves.

It did, but it was easier to install corrective electromagnets than find another planet. No one has discovered a way to negate gravity wells, only how to generate them. A few of the oldest colonies have antigravity plating across the planet, but it prevents the entire planet from being populated by their flora and fauna.

The domed colonies HAD atmosphere, just not a breathable one. SEE: Mars.

Before coming back to Earth I was on trial for several months with the Lu'Pan, who had much higher gravity than the Binx. I lost several inches while on trial, and got physically very strong. And PS, I didn't work the shipyards, I worked the docks. The shipyards are where ship come to be refitted and restocked, the docks are where fishing boats come to unload their catch.

The chlorophyll are covered by a thin layer of plasma vessels with hemocyanin cells used in the transfer of oxygen, which colored it all blue. The oxygenated cells and plasma are moved through the organism through a series of pumps. This means, yes, the trees have blood and hearts.

Not all life. SEE: Ants, Naked Mole Rats, etc. And you're being terracentric.

Actually, they are all between 3 and 5 feet. I already established this. And by larger, I didn't mean taller, I meant larger. Bigger bodies, more muscular.

Did you expect everything alien to make sense to a human?
 
Thank you mr Earth, for answering to the questions with an story. Like Darby referred to, I would like to recur that you do have an ability to tell a story. My opinion is that in some points your story goes to the fictional realm.

Please don't take that I or others are flaming you, because your story goes in to the fictional realm. In a way debunking the allocated time travellers can be considered as a similar hobby as debunking the UFO stories - in some people mind the UFOs and space aliens aren't real enough and they need visual conformation (pictures) before they start to believe. Even then its highly likely they won't believe - maybe the reason is the awareness of the CGI capabilities.

Thing is can you really answer to all of the questions or are starting to skip them at some point?

The Binx replaced many of my organs with ones grown in a controlled environment because I was injured in their rescue operation of me. Hij'kule explosives detonated near me when I was being taken from the Hij'kule prison barge, and I lost the majority of my torso and a leg.
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Are you telling us that you were clinically dead, and they revived you with their advanced medical technology based on the cloned tissues, but they couldn't keep you alive long enough for them to grow the tissues from the sample at the host (your) body - yet they did it for your leg. Not just they did resurrected you but also they gave you the ability to stand the poison(s).

In my mind this awfully sounds like the space aliens master the genetic engineering - which you prove in your story. Did you ever wonder if they had meddled with the human genetics? Did you see any hybrids or any other humans on board? How fast after you learned to use the alien technology?

How old are these races? How many star systems do they own?

Traveling to other planets was very awe-inspiring. ...
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Does this ^^ answer to the original question: How did you felt when you landed on the another planet? As you may know many people remembers their first impressions and feelings from many things, for example many people remember their first kiss, first day in army and so on. So the question is: Can you do it - tell us what did you feel or think or see?

I know that you can argue that those things fade away, but then again you should be able to tell more in detail.

How long time it took to reach those planets?

The Binx themselves were completely alien. They were covered in fine blue fur, which matched the blue trees of the forest.
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How do they handle the static electricity? Do the Binx dress up (cover their fur)?

Female Binx were larger than males, and it was a matriarchal structure.
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So they are more like the Earth spiders - big females, tiny males?

Robots are common, but they're normally not built to resemble their creators - with the exception of Hij'kule sexual robots.
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Does the earth robots resemble their creators? Did the Binx robots had more then one function?

But I'm pretty sure you mean a robot which can think and act with sentience.
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Not really. I meant the robots as the robots and androids as the humanoid servants - they doesn't necessarily have to think independently or have an self-aware mind. Let me say that, I'm more of interested to know about how much automation they had? What were typical work roles for the Binx people?

What does the space look like? Did the Binx had a deep-space stations, and if they did, what is the earliest point when you notice them?
 
jmpet,

>>Many times they were worlds that were too large, so the Binx literally shaved miles off the planet's crust, in order to make it more livable.<<

Wouldn't that affect that planet's magnetosphere?
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Not to mention perturbing the orbital mechanics of that planet, every other planet in that stellar system, every comet, asteroid and of course the moon (assuming that it has one) of the mass altered planet. It would also alter the plate techtonics, volcanism and every other aspect of the planetary geology. Unless our brave time traveler is now going to suggest that this "scraping" was accomplished symmetrically and instantaneously planetwide the planet would have a bit of a "wobble" induced into its spin mechanics. Altering the angular velocity from one of being basically symmetric to one of asymmetry the planet will rip itself apart.

Was this the work of the Binx or the Vogan Constructor Fleet?
 
Was this the work of the Binx or the Vogan Constructor Fleet?
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Do they have offices at the Alpha Centauri and does these offices have basements? :0

I would think it's pointless to shave off the crust if you have larger planet. They have terraforming technology, so what purpose shaving the crust gives them? Besides everything, Do you really want to do that with the tectonic plates?
 
I was clinically dead, yes. As soon as they brought me to the infirmary and hooked me up to machines that would keep me alive. They kept me submerged in nutrient-rich plasma that was infused with oxygenating blood cells, and opened any vascular pathways that had been shut. The current in the tank kept the blood flowing.

They weren't concerned about my leg - I could survive without it for a long time. It was the vital organs that needed to be replaced quickly in order to prevent total failure. The plasma bath would keep me alive for a while, but without a real heart and lungs I was going to go brain dead. The leg took weeks to grow, but I only had hours for my organs. So instead of growing brand new human ones, they tried to make do with Binx ones - and it worked!

It was the replacement digestive system that allowed me to withstand cyanide because it was all Binx. Bix stomachs and intestines do not absorb cyanide, so it never reaches the blood.

The Binx never much cared about humanity and left it alone. The relationship is pretty much that of the United States and the bushmen of Africa. The US needs nothing from the bushmen, and simply doesn't care. But if, say, China were to abduct a bushman from Africa, the US would be up in arms and try and save the bushman. Since they had never worked with a human before, I was fairly certain they have never tried anything on humanity.

The reason I didn't go directly back was that the Binx weren't sure my organs would work properly, and no human doctor could work them. I needed constant check up and tweaking surgery. By the time it was all in place, more or less, the war had broken out.

Binx history goes back a few hundred thousand years - I'm not sure about the rest. I know that the Binx first came into contact with the Lu'Pan four hundred years ago. The Hij'kule are one of the first races the Binx ever came into contact with, over a thousand years ago. The Yoorach are relatively new on the scene, within the last seven hundred years. Binx territory spread over four hundred systems before the war. The Lu'Pan added those four hundred systems to their original seven hundred and sixty. The Hij'kule command a little less than three hundred systems, and the Yoorach only have actual control over a few dozen.

The Binx's technology wasn't exactly intuitive. Their typing instruments had the phonetic characters put in a spiral around the interface, not the blocked keyboard we're used to. It depended on the technology for the learning curve - the weapons had a certain simplicity about them. But some of the more complex software systems I simply never was able to learn. I got used to the weird communication technologies, but some things, like the scanning systems, had too many interface controls for me to even begin to understand.

When I first landed on the Binx colony of Thesh't'pan, the first alien world I ever set foot on, it was odd. The shift from artificial to natural gravity was obvious, and the blast of air was beyond strange. I don't know how to describe it to you, because there is no feeling even similar that you can experience on Earth. The air was no air that had ever been tasted or smelled by humans, and the ground was made of dirt, but not dirt like we know it, a completely different mix of minerals and decomposing biological matter. It was the essence of the word "alien" - something you simply cannot know until you experience.

The best I can do is tell you how I felt emotionally. It was overwhelming to think "No other human has ever done this. No other human probably will." I felt like some kind of superhero or a genius explorer. But then it just hit me: home was millions of light years away. Even if I got back, who would believe me? What would I say? How could I ever describe this to anyone? I would never be able to just be normal again. Even now, I try every day to be a normal human being. But last night my girlfriend spent the night. I cuddled up with her in the night and she made a little sound. I woke up screaming, my mind racing because I thought that sound was a Lu'Pan fighter attacking the ship. She tried to calm me down and asked me what happened, but what could I tell her? How could she ever understand? Regardless of the fact that the Binx were incredibly nice and friendly, I knew from the moment I stepped out onto the planet's surface that I would be alone. Desperately alone.

And no, that never ever fades.

The Binx's skin naturally secretes a fluid that contains electrolytes, a natural insulator. This prevents static electricity from charging their fur, and also dampens the effects of direct electrical currents.

As far as Binx clothing goes, its decorative. They have internal genitalia, so that's not an issue. In public they'll drape themselves with colored scarves and decorate their fur with beads and gems. Officers in the military wear neck bands and sashes that denote their position and rank.

Not like spiders. Spiders are solitary animals. More like hyenas.

In human literature and film, we generally find robots who looks strikingly similar to humans: C-3P0 from Star Wars, Data from Star Trek, the Cylons from Battlestar Galactica. The Binx and Hij'kule (I wouldn't know about the Lu'Pan) design robots for very specific functions: air vent maintenance, ration preparation, etc. Floor Bots were little boxes with wheels and scrub brushes on the bottom. Dispenser Bots were little more than arms with little cameras on the fingers. It's not like Asimo, the Hondo robot (which, by the way, will get way cooler by 2030).

The robots were little more than machines, not full humanoid form, but just specific parts. It's not like they couldn't do it, the Hij'kule had full capacity prostitute robots, for sale or rental. They fully emulated Hij'kule women and men, and had all the right... parts. They could be programmed for any kind of sexual activity. But this was simply not common. Not sure why, I guess they just never saw a need to make robots for multiple functions when they could make smaller, cheaper ones with a single specific function.

The Binx job market? Well, a lot like ours, I guess. I was mostly handled by the military, so I don't know a whole lot about the Binx economy. I went to a restaurant while on shore leave once, and it operated a lot like the ones here. Except the kitchen was in the center, and everything was concentric from there. You placed an order by typing it into an interface, and it's sent to the chefs. Then someone comes and gives it to you when it's done. So I guess labor is a little less necessary thanks to automated services. Actually, I never saw a janitor or heavy laborer once, now that I think about it, so there's probably only jobs for the well educated. But then again, I don't know much about their education system. I know there are universities and some of my fellow officers talked about personal tutors from their youth, but it never really struck me to ask about what kind of jobs there are or how people are educated. I guess I kind of just took the military for granted.

Space is dark. Very dark. If a ship turns off its running lights, you don't see it. Sensors will still pick it up, but in deep space there's no light to reflect off of the ship and onto your eye. Just starlight, which is simply too dim.

I actually spent a lot more time on the space stations than planetside. Binx stations were spartan to say the least: no decoration except military insignia and room labels. All exposed metal and computer interfaces. I first noticed them when I was brought to one for my first military training.
 
CatJ,

I don't know about Chinese Sci-Fi but relative to this saga an associate said, quote me this to Jimmy, "You, my friend, sound like a paranoid schizophrenic with hallucinatory tendancies and delusions of grandeur. Seek help.."
 
I do not comprehend why you are so harsh on Jimmy. Of all the persons claiming to be time travellers, he is the most articulate of all, I think (with maybe the exception of John Titor, whose story was too long for me to read in its entirety).
Let me put this clearly. Jimmy I am sorry to say that I do not believe you yet, for personnal reasons. I think you are obviously a very intelligent man and also I see no reason why you would so blatantly lie. You do not seem to be looking for fame or that kind of things. I would just like to encourage you to continue telling us your story, for you may convince me one day.
There is only one question I would like to ask you. Why did you come here to tell your story?
You started by explaining that we were wrong about the way time travel works, but since then you have obliterated this aspect to tell us about the Binx and other Lu'Pans. What was your first goal when you started this thread and do you still pursue it?
 
I didn't know the Chinese HAD science fiction. I wasn't even aware they had fiction writers at all, they're all too busy writing the biography of Mao. Seriously though, the last time a great novel came out of China people could count the centuries since Jesus died on their fingers.
 
No one said making a planet smaller was easy.

Actually, most of the planets they transmogrified (I'm hesitant to say "terraformed" because that implies making it more like Earth) had solid cores. Thus no volcanism and no tectonic plates. It also meant no internal heat source, but modern technology took care of that. Generally any moon present was towed away and mined in deep space, or else if there was no valuable ore in it, flung into the sun of an uninhabited system.

If the target system had many planets of giant size, it might be passed over for transmogrification, simply because the larger planets would be too hard to manage. They preferred to find systems with smaller planets, so it was easier for the massive buildships to alter the courses of all the bodies in the system. It took constant perfection and tweaking, and the buildship fleets often had to stay in systems for centuries after colonization, to prevent destabilization.

While actually doing the shaving the entire planet was fitted with structural rods, basically building a giant form around the planet. The rods stuck out like quills from a hedgehog, and then it was fitted with interlocking braces with penetrative lasers facing downwards. This made for an even spherical placement of shaving mechanisms. Also, the structural supports were all intercommunicative, and could adjust to put pressure on or pull certain areas to maintain stability. The build took three (Binx) years, and the actual shaving took two (Binx) days.

They shaved three miles more off the planet than necessary. After the shaving, the rods would disperse three miles of artificially created Binx homeworld soil and rock.

This was all under supervision of hundreds of Binx scientists and engineers, who would at any moment pull the plug on the operation and have all the Binx ships jump system at the drop of a hat. This happened quite often, and they'd return a few centuries later to see if the system had stabilized or not. Sometimes it had, sometimes it hadn't. If it had, they got right back to work.

I'm not sure what a Vogan is, so I think you're making fun of me.
 
Like I said, assuming the planet has tectonic plates is very terracentric. Many planets within our own solar system have solid cores, and thus no tectonic plates.

The point would be making the entire planet livable for every creature they wanted to transplant from their homeworld. Like I said, previous colonies were covered in antigravity plating, but plants don't like to grow on metal plating. It became obvious that Binx colonists didn't want to live in some brutal industrial complex, all metal and plastic, so they had to transform whole planets to make it livable not just for the Binx colonists, but trees and animals, too.
 
Why did you come here to tell your story?
You started by explaining that we were wrong about the way time travel works, but since then you have obliterated this aspect to tell us about the Binx and other Lu'Pans. What was your first goal when you started this thread and do you still pursue it?
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Because even if people don't believe me, at least I can TELL my story. I try to normalize here and now, try to blend in. But my roommate, my girlfriend, my landlady, my employer... they'll never know what I've seen, where I've been, or who I really am. I could tell them, sure, but then I'd have isolated myself from the people I love. So where do I go? The Binx were my friends, my family, my people. How can I ensure they won't be forgotten? If I tell people around me, they'll just throw me in a loony bin.

At first when I saw this place, I laughed, because it looked silly. The time travel claims made no sense mechanically! People were asking these "travelers" all about their futures like idiots flocking around a mystic. I didn't want to be just another mystic, I just wanted everyone to see these gypsy fortune tellers for who they were.

But when I started talking about myself, it was like a massive weight had lifted off my chest. I could finally tell someone, anyone, my story. I could make sure people remembered the Binx, even if as a joke. People asked me questions, and I started answering. These answers led to more questions. Soon I was revealing everything but my name, and hell, that might be out soon!

I look into my girl's eyes and I know that she is confused. She thinks far too often "where did he come from?" And I want to tell her so badly. But I never can. She will never believe me. It will ruin everything. And the same goes for my roommate.

So I shuffle around everyday life, going to work, picking up milk, making dinner, watching TV, surfing myspace, going out for drinks, and falling asleep in my girl's arms. And every night I have nightmares of Lu'Pan attacks. And every day I have daydreams of the Binx colonies. And I just want to shout "THIS IS ME, THIS IS WHO I AM! THIS IS WHAT I'VE SEEN!". But all I'd do is put myself at risk.

So, everyone, <font color="red">I DON'T CARE IF YOU BELIEVE ME.[/COLOR] Seriously, I don't. I just want people to hear and read the story. I want people to remember the Binx, and what they died for. They died so that little nowhere planets like us could live without Lu'Pan oppression. Because mark my words, someday the Lu'Pan will come. It will be hundreds, maybe thousands of years down the line, but when we start popping up on Lu'Pan radar, we will be conquered. And the Binx died trying to prevent that.

So even if you don't believe me, what would it hurt to say a little prayer for the forgotten freedom fighters?
 
&gt;&gt;It was the replacement digestive system that allowed me to withstand cyanide because it was all Binx. Bix stomachs and intestines do not absorb cyanide, so it never reaches the blood.&lt;&lt;

That's wonderful, but the moment cyanide touches your tongue, you start metabolizing it. And as you breathe in the cyanide vapors, they travel to your lungs where it's ingested, and 90 PPM- which is the size of a pin head- is enough to be fatal. You're not going to win this one- you over reached and now you can't take it back.

&gt;&gt;Binx history goes back a few hundred thousand years&lt;&lt;

So it was a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, right Obi Won?

&gt;&gt;The Lu'Pan added those four hundred systems to their original seven hundred and sixty. The Hij'kule command a little less than three hundred systems, and the Yoorach only have actual control over a few dozen.&lt;&lt;

Let me see if I understand this. These alien races are competing to see who controls the most livable planets, right? And looking at our own solar system we have roughly 110 planetary bodies with only one of them capable of sustaining organic life: Earth. But no one is interested in the Earth, right?

&gt;&gt;The Binx's technology wasn't exactly intuitive.&lt;&lt;

"Technology" is the logical progression of effective and practical solutions. You're saying they can't put stuff together well, but they have a space fleet. You're contradicting yourself.

&gt;&gt;the weapons had a certain simplicity about them.&lt;&lt;

This is like trying to make someone believe you made an A-bomb in your basement. How? Well you weren't intuitive but you somehow managed to make an atomic bomb... it makes no sense, you are beginning to embarrass yourself. The more you make up, the more you have to live up to. We call this continuity.

&gt;&gt;To find the Yoorach homeworld, point at Proxima Centauri, then move 1.74 degrees towards Galactic North. It is about 3.7622 light years past Proxima Centauri.&lt;&lt;
Jimmy Earth 1/27/07

&gt;&gt;It was overwhelming to think "No other human has ever done this. No other human probably will." I felt like some kind of superhero or a genius explorer. But then it just hit me: home was millions of light years away.&lt;&lt;
Jimmy Earth 2/4/07

"Proxima Centauri is the nearest known star to the sun, at a distance of about 4.2 light years."
http://www.aao.gov.au/images/captions/uks038.html

&gt;&gt;As far as Binx clothing goes, its decorative. They have internal genitalia, so that's not an issue.&lt;&lt;

Another contradiction. Genitalia is external in humans for a reason- sperm cannot survive at 99.1 degrees. The only way these DNA based life forms could have internal genitalia is if their core temperature is a lot lower than 99.1 degrees, and if this is the case, no transplant from Binx to human could ever possibly happen.

&gt;&gt;Like I said, assuming the planet has tectonic plates is very terracentric. Many planets within our own solar system have solid cores, and thus no tectonic plates.&lt;&lt;

A blatant error. If a planet has a solid core, then how is it heated? How can it rotate and orbit? And if you're scooping up and terraforming planets, aren't you also getting rid of the most important part of the planet: topsoil? What good is bedrock?

&gt;&gt;So, everyone, I DON'T CARE IF YOU BELIEVE ME. Seriously, I don't. I just want people to hear and read the story. I want people to remember the Binx, and what they died for.&lt;&lt;

Cool- then move your story over to the Fan Fiction section of this site and you can post away until your fur turns blue.

&gt;&gt;So, everyone, I DON'T CARE IF YOU BELIEVE ME. Seriously, I don't. I just want people to hear and read the story. I want people to remember the Binx, and what they died for.&lt;&lt;

BTW- this statement rells me you're 90% done.
 
A few years ago, I was shopping for a good used SUV. I went to used car lots. In one of them, they had a 2002 Grand Cherokee Eddie Bauer limited edition with leather seats, etc. etc. and it was like $5,000 (when it should have been more like $12,000). I tried starting it up but it didn't work- it needed a jump start. The salesman told me the battery was simply drained.

Then black smoke started coming out of the car's exhaust- the salesman told me the car needed an oil change. Then I took it for a test drive and found out the car couldn't go above the third gear- the salesman told me the car needed a belt ajustment. Then I put the AC on and thick, white smoke started filling up the car- the salesman told me the AC needed some freon.

What does this true story have in common with yours, Jimmy Earth? In every case and with every contradiction you make, both you and the car salesman always had an explanation... you were always there to overly complicate things with an alternate explanation.

"No- the car's not a piece of crap- it only needs an oil change."
"I DON'T CARE IF YOU BELIEVE ME. Seriously, I don't. I just want people to hear and read the story."

If you make a wacko claim, it's your responsibility to support it- to make sure it keeps making sense. And this is where you fail, Obi Won.
 
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