How I joined a science fiction fans' escape platoon
By Yao Minji |
December 21, 2012, Friday
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"DO you want to join our escape platoon?"
I first read this in late 2009 in the chat room of our small reading club with around 40 members.
Gundam03294, the chat room organizer and a science fiction fanatic, had just read about the Mayan prophesy and suggested forming an escape platoon for our Noah's Ark.
"That's awesome!" I typed, thinking it would lead nowhere.
When I logged on five days later, Gundam03294 said he had found an emergency room doctor and a mariner with a skipper's license.
"Didn't you say you took psychology classes back in college?" he asked. "You can calm us down when we panic."
"Wow, it's getting serious," I typed. "And fun!"
Our escape plans snowballed and we recruited a helicopter pilot, a student chef, ham radio operator, and a video game sharpshooter.
Now, we have a team of 22, 14 men and eight women - all with picture ID cards, listing rank, specialties, blood types and allergies. Cards also list priorities for food rationing, from 1 to 9. The captain and doctor are Level 1. I'm Level 4.
We designed silver-color, lightweight, bamboo-fiber uniforms but couldn't find a small-order maker.
We will abide by an honor code. Principles include: First ensure your own survival and then take care of others; never venture out alone; decide all questions by majority vote; maintain pride and hope.
We will meet tonight to prepare for doomsday and celebrate disbanding our platoon - if nothing happens.
I first read this in late 2009 in the chat room of our small reading club with around 40 members.
Gundam03294, the chat room organizer and a science fiction fanatic, had just read about the Mayan prophesy and suggested forming an escape platoon for our Noah's Ark.
"That's awesome!" I typed, thinking it would lead nowhere.
When I logged on five days later, Gundam03294 said he had found an emergency room doctor and a mariner with a skipper's license.
"Didn't you say you took psychology classes back in college?" he asked. "You can calm us down when we panic."
"Wow, it's getting serious," I typed. "And fun!"
Our escape plans snowballed and we recruited a helicopter pilot, a student chef, ham radio operator, and a video game sharpshooter.
Now, we have a team of 22, 14 men and eight women - all with picture ID cards, listing rank, specialties, blood types and allergies. Cards also list priorities for food rationing, from 1 to 9. The captain and doctor are Level 1. I'm Level 4.
We designed silver-color, lightweight, bamboo-fiber uniforms but couldn't find a small-order maker.
We will abide by an honor code. Principles include: First ensure your own survival and then take care of others; never venture out alone; decide all questions by majority vote; maintain pride and hope.
We will meet tonight to prepare for doomsday and celebrate disbanding our platoon - if nothing happens.
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