Showing posts with label Apocalypse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Apocalypse. Show all posts

Monday, September 17, 2012

"Revolution" TV Show.

This entry is some thoughts about the new television series "Revolution."  This latest invention from the imagination of "Lost" creator J.J. Abrams premiered Monday, September 17th, on NBC.  The pilot episode was released early on Hulu, so I took a look at it.  I'll try to write this entry without spoilers, or at least without any more spoilers than the ads and website for the show provide.  Still, if you prefer to avoid even a hint of fore-knowledge, you may want to read this after you watch the pilot episode.

"Revolution" is set "fifteen years after the blackout."  In a video on the show's website, Abrams says, “The question the show asks is, 'What would happen if everything powered by electricity suddenly turned off?'” Because I'm interested in worst-case scenarios, disaster preparedness, and knowing what to do when the zombies come, I'm intrigued by ideas like this.  But this a problematic scenario...  People are really ingenious and given the proper motivation (say, the loss of civilization as we know it), they would come up with some pretty clever stuff.  Let's consider how...

While it's true that we use electricity for an enormous number of things, we can still do a lot without it, as we did in the past.  Energy can be harvested mechanically in the form of movement, with windmills and water wheels or water turbines. In 1890, George Westinghouse suggested that the energy of Niagara Falls would best be transmitted to Buffalo not as electricity generated on site, but as compressed air. Compressed air can also be used to store mechanical energy in high-pressure gas cylinders.

Furthermore, a lot of technologies that we think of as “electrical” don't have to be. In many cases, we use electricity to provide mechanical energy that could be provided by other sources. Refrigeration, for example, uses electricity to turn a motor to run a compressor. But there's no reason the compressor can't be turned by a water wheel or a windmill. Or a steam engine...

In the event of a “Revolution” scale blackout, the world would quickly see the return of the steam era. Boiler technology and steam engines would be the next big growth industry. Coal and wood fired steam railroads would quickly provide critical transportation links, first on a small scale as museum exhibits were pressed back into service, but then growing as fast as more equipment could be built. Central steam engines in factories could provide mechanical energy for all sorts of tasks, such as machining, cooling, cutting, building, and so on.

And if the “Revolution” world really just precludes electronics, it wouldn't be limited to steam engines. Diesel engines use the compression of the piston to ignite the fuel-air mixture, without any electrical spark plug. And they can be built to be started using only compressed air. It may take a lot of tedious pumping, but you could prime a compressed air system with a hand or foot pump. Then, once you've got the engine running, you could use it to drive a compressor to charge up the compressed air cylinder for the next time you need to start.  All without electricity. Virtually all large scale modern engines are highly dependent upon electronic engine control modules  (ECMs) to manage every aspect of their operation. But that's in order to make them as efficient as possible. You can trade away some of that efficiency for a much simpler, all mechanical control system. That's how they all used to be. And there would be enormous motivation for people to return to and advance these sorts of technologies.

Refrigeration also illustrates the case where the current state of the art is only one of many ways to achieve the desired goal, in this case of making things cold. Anyone with a propane fueled refrigerator in their camper knows that you can keep a fridge full of food or drinks cold just fine using a small flame to drive an absorption refrigeration cycle.

A permanent loss of electricity would limit the production of some materials. Aluminum, for example, is refined using an electrolytic process, without which, it is becomes a very precious metal. Fortunately, there is already a significant stock of metallic aluminum in the world that could be recycled almost endlessly. But anything that depends on an electrolytic manufacturing process could no longer be made.

Otherwise, I can think of only a few key technologies that would be impossible to at least approximate in a “Revolution” world: high-speed computing and high-speed, long-distance, and wireless communication. And even some level of both computation and communication can be done mechanically. Mechanical calculators existed for years before modern electronic logic circuits, and I'm sure the world would see new heights of sophisticated mechanical computers being built. It would be a steam-punk enthusiast's dream come true. I can also imagine a telegraph system based on mechanical modulation of something like a metal bar, in order to send messages significant distances at the speed of sound in metal, or around 13,000 miles per hour. Or perhaps we'd just see the return of other pre-electronic communication technologies.  Sure, neither of these are as good as what we have now, but they are still a major step above the pre-industrial, agrarian civilization portrayed in the show...


Sunday, October 31, 2010

Fiction Fragment - The End of the World


Since I had a request for more stories, and since it is still Halloween for the next 8 minutes, and since I like posting stuff and getting people's feedback on it, here's something I wrote in 2000.  I know, it's cheating to pull things from the archives, but it has been a busy day.  Lemme know what you think:
 

I'm looking at these notes and wondering why I'm bothering.  Bothering to write, and bothering to go through the motions of living.  I mean, I know I'm emotionally screwed up.  That rather goes without saying.  I maintain my air of "detached amusement," and it's served me well throughout my life, but now there's nobody around to even notice that I'm not falling to pieces.

Everyone is dead.

That's inconceivable.  Okay, how about this:  My entire family is dead.  That's a little more believable.  I always knew that I might outlive some of the people I care about.  But not EVERYBODY.

The entire city of San Jose is dead.  Well, I didn't know most of the people in the city.

The entire United States is dead.  Nations fall.  But traditionally it's the idea of the nation, not all the people in it...

The entire world is dead.  That means all the other nations are dead.  Every city is dead.  Every family is dead.

Nope, still isn't registering.

In the days during and immediately after the plague, I wandered around in a fugue.  For the first few days I was waiting to die myself.  Because everybody was dying.  I saw a co-worker crash and burn out in the office.  Theo.  He died right there in the lab, bled out all over the new o-scope.  We called 911, but the implosion of infrastructure had already started.  We left him where he fell, and didn't even turn out the lights on our way out.  It didn't matter.  The power failed the next afternoon.

I kept not dying, and then I got hungry.

El Camino was mostly clear, with only a few cars piled along the sides where they'd come to a rest even as their driver's expired.  I realized after driving past 4 miles of strip malls that I was looking for an open burger joint.  Every McDonanld's in the South Bay was closed.  That took a little while to get a grasp on.  So finally I turned down Lawrence expressway, and went to Costco.  I went looking for a snack.  I found a home.

What more could the last man on earth want, besides 582 gallons of Cran-Raspberry?  Or 5200 cans of Campbell's soup?  I also found a total of $14,000 and change in cash, and decided that I was now a communist.  To celebrate my political conversion, I piled the bonfire up in a wastebasket and used it to roast marshmallows to make s'mores.  I discovered that while food cooked over money may sound impressive, it tastes awful.