17 February 2012 @ 11:00 pm
[text; epicly failed anon] | [someone really, really fails at anon and her name is helena]  
H.G. Wells, a rather marvelous author from my world, wrote a number of stories about their visions of the future world. Perhaps the most famous of these was depicted in The Time Machine.

Early in the story, Wells states:

"At first, proceeding from the problems of our own age, it seemed clear as daylight to me that the gradual widening of the present merely temporary and social difference between the Capitalist and the Labourer, was the key to the whole position."

I don't wish to bore anyone, so to put it in the simplest terms possible: "In the end, above ground you must have the Haves, pursuing pleasure and comfort and beauty, and below ground the Have-nots, the Workers getting continually adapted to the conditions of their labour."

Wells predicted this to be in place by the year 802,701. However, it's already starting to prove true. Man is reverting back to its primitive nature as the gap between the wealthy and the working-class continues to widen. The rich abuse their privileges as the labourers struggle to cope with the rapidly changing demands of those in power. Men prey upon other men as culture, if it may even be called that anymore, dissolves into a primitive bloodthirsty mess. Man has so many ways to kill each other now, not to mention the total apathy plaguing the world. The devolution into Eloi and Morlocks, on my world, is approaching much more rapidly than H.G. Wells himself could have imagined.

But enough of that; it's your turn. I suppose I'd like to hear what all of you believe lies in your world's future. Have any of you dreamed of a better future for your world? Or do you see only pain and destruction in the years to come?
Current Mood: morose
23 November 2011 @ 01:36 am
[video | a little trip down memory lane]  
[Helena has nothing better to do, so she's taking a little trip down good old memory lane to pass the time. The subject? One of her favourite inventions, her rocket. The best part? It just so happens to coincide with an interesting case she and her partner at the time never were able to solve. And the best best part? This particular memory takes place in 1893, back when H.G. a) was one hell of a lot younger and b) still had all of her marbles. Yay!]

The incident in question! )
26 October 2011 @ 06:26 pm
I seem to be stuck between a rock and a hard place as of late, and I suppose some of you might have helpful advice.
What would you give up if it meant you were granted a second chance at life?
Current Mood: pensive
26 August 2011 @ 08:19 pm
The consciousness can be a fragile thing.  It's so easy to lose it, and often quite difficult to regain it once lost.  Often, it's lost forever through nothing more than an accident.  However, even knowing this, it can apparently be safely transferred from one place to another without too much effort, and without too much harm to the person or people involved.

On a related note:  if it's not too much trouble, could someone please explain holography to me?
21 July 2011 @ 01:18 am
Suppose a person closes their mind to new things, and does something they deeply regret.  Others were hurt, and turned their backs on what they've loved simply because of something one person did.  Or almost did, whatever the case may be.  An attempt to carry out an action can be almost as harmful as the act itself.  However, I fear I'm going to start rambling, so I'll cut this short.

How does one make amends for everything they've done, and perhaps try to lessen the pain they've caused another?
Current Mood: distressed
22 May 2011 @ 03:42 am
[text; failed anon]  
ooc-ly cut for length )

So, dear DramaDramaDuck, what are your thoughts on time-travel? Is time-travel worth the effort and risk? If it was possible, what would you choose to do if you had the opportunity to travel to any specific time you wished, be it a point in your own life, history, the future, etc.?

If any of you have time-traveled, please tell me how you've accomplished it.

[[ooc: Striketext is ooc-ly striked out. She intended to delete that sentence, but failed to do so before posting.]]
Current Mood: curious
15 May 2011 @ 10:15 pm
(Cut for length.) )

[[ooc: She's affected by the “What If?” virus. In this reality, Helena didn't listen to Myka's attempts to talk her out of carrying out her plans to end mankind. Long story short: she caused the Yellowstone caldera to erupt, starting a volcanic winter ...]]
Current Mood: distressed
29 March 2011 @ 09:01 pm
[accidental video post]  
[A frowning woman can be seen a few times as the scene jerks around, showing off the rather dull, empty room before pointing at the floor for a few minutes. Apparently, the woman's trying to figure out how to work the webcam on her laptop. This is Helena G. Wells, or "H.G." for short.  She speaks with a strong British accent.]

It's really a shame they don't allow me free use of tools. [There's the sound of movement behind the laptop, and the screen stops moving, pointing at the ceiling. Objects sound like they're being searched through – it sounds mostly like papers and pens – and something falls to the floor with a “thud!”]

If only I had a bloody screwdriver – Oh! [The laptop turns around now, revealing her face. It seems that Helena's just realized that the recording has begun.] Oh, I see. [Mutters.] I'll never get used to this. [Doesn't clarify what exactly "this" is, but she means "the 21st century" in general.]

[She carefully holds the laptop in front of her face, staring intently at something on the screen before carefully pushing the laptop away from herself to show more of her body. Helena checks the screen again and sets the laptop down (presumably on a desk) before speaking.]

My name is Helena. It is... [checks the time] ...approximately nine o'clock, local time. [Almost aggressively now; although she has to do this, she doesn't have to enjoy it or cooperate. She was right, her plans were right, no matter what they try to tell her!] As you know, I currently have no artifacts on my person, nor in my possession. I also lack any means of procuring anything, let alone artifacts.  [And now she smiles, the picture of complete innocence. However, it's a false smile, and can probably be easily identified as such.] I am unarmed and completely harmless, so there's no need to worry.

And curiosity wins again: I feel obliged to ask.  What is the reason for the ducks? I hadn't envisioned you being fond of ducks.

[[OOC:  All of her replies will be video, until she figures out how to turn it off.]]