From: "Ric
Carter" <ric@sonic.net>
In Robt Heinlein's
FRIDAY
the bisexual superwoman French-kisses a bulldyke recruiter and joins
a mercenary group in Memphis Under-The-Hill that's attempting to infiltrate
the Chicago Republic, but their steamboats are sabotaged somewhere upstream,
exploding violently, and survivor Friday must swim across the river,
etc. Incorporate this into the film and it'll be the SUPER ACTION BLOCKBUSTER
HIT of the summer, or whenever.
Or: and in Robt Jones'
BLOOD SPORT, the Mississippi arises in the Tanggula Shan between Tibet
and China, flows sluggishly thru the Bolivian Altiplano, cascades down
the tempestuous Zambezi Gorges, crosses the Colorado Plateau and Danube
Basin before forming the Achafalaya-Mississippi Delta and emptying into
the Gulf at the Shatt-al-Arab. Jaded thrill-seekers traveling up- and
down-river from Natchez encounter many multicultural adventures and
wild beasts: some of a questing party are devoured, others are raped
by mutant man-llama chimerae, others befriend shy Yazoo headhunters,
yet others discover a lost UFO civilization. The HERO/INE leads the
survivors past
many hazards, to... ???
Or: GW (Global Warming)
Bush, at the behest of his Reptilioid Republican masters, not only promotes
McFood so the RRs will have a nice juicy harvest of obese humans, but
also increases fossil-fuel burning which accelerates the melting of
icecaps, glaciers, etc. The oceans rise; the Mississippi also rises,
slowly engulfing the entire Valley between the Rockies and the Appalachians,
with just the Ozark-Ouichata Plateau and Black Hills remaining as isolated
islands. NOLAns have built a crystal dome over the Crescent City and
live out their usual lives under the murky waters, albeit with far fewer
tourists to exploit.
Or: a flock of wild
geese flies down the length of the Mississippi in the autumn, shitting
the entire way. The POV is that of selected individual shit-droplets
as they fall, a panorama of the river from north-to-south, high-to-low
elevation, swirling around like a magical dance. Smell-o-vision, of
course. Hmmm, not much ACTION ADVENTURE in that -- unless the shit-droplets
have personalities, battle on the way down, etc.