A Stunning Defeat

There’s a story I want to write sometime, and there’s so many possible variants of it that I don’t mind sharing the idea, because it’s cool and because it allows me to go on a rant about the absurdity of “nonlethal force.”

It’s a common lament by those who know nothing about physics, biology, and combat (usually all three) after a fatal shooting that “they should have tried harder not to kill him.” The fact that sometimes this is true only complicates the matter. Usually there’s some degree of wondering why so-called nonlethal measures were not available or deployed.

Of the nonlethal force commonly depicted in movies and bloviated about by know-nothings, all have their difficulties. Gas can be dispersed by wind, rain, is hard to direct, possible to resist, can be neutralized fairly easily and can be fatal against the wrong targets. Tasers can be defeated by thick clothing or strike an area that fails to incapacitate. Drug darts take a long time to work. Allegedly sublethal force such as rubber bullets, blows to the head and blunt weapons can quickly become lethal in the wrong circumstances.

However, the whole argument can be seen for the moot pile of rubbish it is simply by doing a little thought experiment: consider the Star Trek phaser. It’s really the perfect nonlethal weapon: it works instantly, isn’t blocked by armor thinner than a wall, and renders the victim asleep for minutes to hours with no harmful aftereffects.

What’s never seen in Star Trek is the answer to the simple question, what happens if you bounce a six-foot man’s head off a concrete floor with no way for his reflexes to save him. That can crack a skull and kill you. And that assumes the man is standing still. What if he is running at about 10 mph? Riding a bicycle? Driving a car? Standing on a ledge? In a tree? In such circumstances, all of which would be quite common in chasing down a criminal, even a Star Trek phaser would quickly become, regardless of the will of the user, a lethal weapon.

None of this even touches, of course, on how much harm such a weapon could do in the hands of a bad actor. Imagine a world in which kidnappers can insure their victims do not struggle or scream. Murderers would have ample time to take their victims to sites comparatively easy to conceal or destroy. And the thought of it in the hands of a rapist is too awful to contemplate. there are any numbers of stories that could be written about the perversion of the nonlethal, and the more I think most of them would quickly descend into the horror genre.

Minutes Of The Genocidal Alien High Command Conference

CHAIRMAN: In the Name of the Most Advanced Superior Starfaring Secret Empire, I call this Conference on the Continuing Genocide of All Sapient Life to order. Would the Secretary please read the minutes of the last meeting?

SECRETARY: Motion was made to continue our policy of Uncompromising Genocide against Any Species that Achieves Spaceflight. Amendment proposed to allow such species to achieve Just Enough Space Industry To Pose a Minimal Threat to the Starfaring Secret Empire’s Glorious Starfleet. Amendment adopted by a majority. Policy passed by acclamation.

CHAIRMAN: I move that the policy adopted last galactic cycle be confirmed for the next.

SECRETARY: Second.

CHAIRMAN: All in fav–

MINISTER FOR EFFICIENCY: Point of information.

CHAIRMAN: Must you really– ?

MINISTER FOR EFFICIENCY: Yes.

CHAIRMAN: Oh, very well. What?

MINISTER FOR EFFICIENCY: As a result of studies undertaken by my department, it is my duty to point out that launching a full-scale attack on every species that achieves spaceflight is extremely wasteful of the Secret Empire’s funds.

MINISTER FOR HISTORY: It is the Only Way to ensure that the Starfaring Secret Empire is never again endangered by a Rival Empire.

MINISTER FOR SCIENCE: Wait, I thought it was to ensure the rise of only strong species.

MINISTER FOR ENGINEERING: I thought it was to maintain the efficiency of the Secret Imperial Starfleet.

MINISTER FOR EFFICIENCY: It really doesn’t matter. We cannot afford to keep launching full-scale attacks destroying every species that happens to discover Zorqxalb’s Third Law of Motion. If we want to keep them from being a threat, we need to establish some bases so that we’re not crossing the whole galaxy every timed we–

CHAIRMAN: Then we would reveal our presence to our targets.

MINISTER FOR EFFICIENCY: What does that matter? We’re ten thousand years older than they are. They can barely explore their own systems. What would they do to us? Surrender? Plead for mercy? And if we’re so scared, why not just destroy ALL life in the galaxy?

MINISTER OF SCIENCE: Then we would fail in our goal of ensuring the rise of strong species.

MINISTER FOR EFFICIENCY: Which we immediately destroy.

MINISTER FOR SCIENCE: If they were strong species, we would have failed to destroy them.

MINISTER FOR EFFICIENCY: So how many strong species has our policy resulted in?

MINISTER FOR SCIENCE: Approximately?

MINISTER FOR EFFICIENCY: Yes, approximately.

MINISTER FOR SCIENCE: Well, zero, approximately. But ONE DAY…

MINISTER FOR WAR: If we destroyed all life, we would have no way to train our military.

MINISTER FOR EFFICIENCY: And we need to train them because…?

MINISTER FOR WAR: In case we ever encounter a more advanced species, of course!

MINISTER FOR EFFICIENCY: Which we ensure will never happen by wiping out all spacefaring species.

MINISTER FOR WAR: Exactly.

MINISTER FOR EFFICIENCY: Which pose approximately the same challenge as wiping out specifically-shaped rocks.

MINISTER OF WAR: We do have a plan to…

MINISTER FOR EFFICIENCY: Please, you’re giving me a headache. Besides, we only do this approximately once every million years. We’re practically inviting some other species to…

MINISTER FOR WAR: So, you want to do it MORE often? I thought you were the Minister for Efficiency.

MINISTER FOR EFFICIENCY: But I–

CHAIRMAN: In any case, it’s time to break for lunch, and I think our colleague is feeling rather poorly, so…

MINISTER FOR SCIENCE: Move the previous question.

MINISTER FOR WAR: Seconded

CHAIRMAN: And passed by acclamation.

Movie Reviews Far Too Late: Earth vs. the Flying Saucers

You’ve seen this movie even if you’ve never seen this movie: if you’ve watched any schlocky alien invasion SF documentary, there has to have been a shot from this cheesefest from 1956. So it came on free on Tubi, and I had chores to do, and I figured I had to give it a watch.

I think what flabbergasted me the most about this film was imply: it wasn’t that bad. In fact, what I was overwhelmingly reminded of was a film that I am now pretty sure had the writers desperately cribbing notes from it: Independence Day (ID4). Seriously, the parallels are fantastic, and in many ways, the 1950s version is even better. So, I’ve decided to do a rundown of each movie’s major plot points:

The Buildup:
ID4: Many, many introductions to Characters Who Will Be Important Later interspersed with shots of the Ominous Saucers coming nearer.
EvtFS: A typical narration alerting us to the fact that Many People Who Will Not Be Important, Ever have been seeing UFOs and that most of them are just stupid.
Winner: ID4

The Motive:
ID4: The aliens want to Kill All the Everyone and Steal All the Everything and move on, leaving Earth desolate. Which is really stupid, as they couldn’t possibly carry away more than a fraction of the Everything.
EvtFS: The aliens want to settle Earth and rule it, because their planet has been destroyed.
Winner: EvtFS

The Strategy:
ID4: The aliens hang around ominously, occasioning much panic and a little worship from the idiot humans, who TBF, have no way of knowing except for Smart Scientist Dude who runs a signal analysis and deduces 1) There’s a countdown to something, and 2) It will be bad. Which is a little stupid, because one would think that if you’d sent a whole fleet to another solar system, then literally ANYTHING you do will be on a countdown. If you’re Supreme Commander Zordakk about to offer Peace and Friendship to the humans, you don’t want to be upstaged by 2nd Lt. Squibliff accidentally not having his watch synchronized and opening the hatch of some other ship too early.
EvtFS: The aliens actually try to send a signal to Smart Scientist Dude to get him to Take Their Message To His Leaders so they can arrange humanity’s surrender. He doesn’t decode this because the aliens have forgotten they experience time at a different rate, so he only gets it by accident after his tape recorder starts running out of battery and slowing down.
Winner: EvtFS

The Attack:
ID4: The aliens let off the quivalent of 50 nukes off in humanity’s 50 biggest cities, but make little attempt to destroy anything else, such as dams, roads, ports, or military bases.
EvtFS: The aliens use lasers on a few people and fly away to give humanity time to consider surrendering
Winner: Tie

The Plan:
ID4: Smart Scientist Dude figures out how to hack the aliens’ computer systems, for which they have no firewall. This disables their shields, leaving them vulnerable to attack.
EvtFS: Smart Scientist Dude engineers an ultrasonic beam based on wreckage from a dead alien that will disable the aliens’ drives and shields, causing the Flying Saucers to lose control and crash.
Winner: EvtS

The Counterattack:
ID4: The humans disable the alien shield, which means that whereas the human weapons could previously not even scratch the paint on the alien ships, the human weapons now CAN scratch their paint. In the middle of battle, one drunk dude figures out where the aliens’ Secret Thermal Exhaust port is and manages to blow up the huge saucer. The mothership is blown up by a single nuclear weapon which should really only have scratched its paint.
EvtFS: The humans, mounting their weirding modules on technicals, have a firefight with the Flying saucers, which they eventually win after sustaining heavy casualties.
Winner: EvtFS.

Well, there you have it, folks. Earth vs. the Flying Saucers is a better movie.

LibertyCon 2023 AAR: The Best Of Times

LibertyCon is absolutely my favorite con of all time. And the reason is simple: they know who I am and they care that I’m there.

So, on Thursday, I made the difficult, but all-things-considered wise decision to avoid air travel and drive from Wisconsin to Chattanooga, TN, which is an 11-hour drive. This was because a) I was bringing, and would be returning with, books and swag, and b) I was going, for the first time, to the annual LibertyCon shoot, facilitated by J.F. Holmes. I’d really like to thank him for running an awesome shoot and being so welcoming to newbies like myself. I was also very happy to meet Brian Griffin, who rode to the shoot with me and kindly trained me on the proper use of a .45 ACP.

This shoot was a writer’s/history nerd’s dream come true. I got to shoot more guns than I can remember, including a lever-action .45-70, a 1917 Enfield, a 1942 M-1 carbine, and a Savage Arms 7.62×51 rifle. I discovered that I am actually capable of consistently hitting a man-sized target at 50 yards, which I thought was decent for the first time I ever touched a rifle. I managed half the shots inside the 9-ring at 300 yards with the Savage, and felt pretty good about that, too, though most of the credit must go to the rifle’s owner, a gentleman whose name escapes me at the moment, but who was a trainer on Parris Island for five years, and whose instruction I am deeply grateful for. I did rather less well with the pistols, and I now understand why people who have never touched a gun before can, in fact, miss at insanely short ranges with such weapons.

The rest of the Con… it’s hard to explain. But things happened that I’ve been waiting all my life for. Just a few of them:

People showed up with my books. That they wanted ME to sign. They had read them.
People talked up my books to other people. Because they had loved them.
People came to the table where I was selling my books, and they stood in a line. A LINE! (Two people still counts as a line!)
People told me they had read my Baen Award stories and enjoyed them.
Publishers invited me to play in their universes. And they said good things about me, and so did other authors, authors like Larry Correia and Kacey Ezell.

I really… I actually have fans.

Okay, but to get more specific: On Friday, I had a panel about Heroic Fantasy vs. Sword and Sorcery where I disagreed with everybody. Needless to say, I was right, and there was a lot of confusion about whether it was Heroic Fantasy or Epic Fantasy, but regardless: The Epic of Gilgamesh is sword and sorcery, not epic fantasy, and so is Beowulf. At least that’s what people said.

Saturday was the Big Day. Had a great advance reading of ALL CREATURES IN HIS THRALL, followed by holding a sotto voce conversation with Larry Correia throughout the Baen Roadshow. Fun fact: despite them being VASTLY different universes, Larry and I came up with extremely similar magic systems in the Responsibility and Son of the Black Sword books. And we never had a single conversation on magic. Weird. Finished up discussing Chicks In Tank Tops.

Sunday, D.J. Butler was kind enough to invite me to City Cafe’s very last breakfast service with the Chileses and Sean Patrick Hazlitt. And during autograph signing I learned that I REALLY need to find a way to accept Visa. Sorry, fans I made go running after cash! I learned my lesson.

EXCERPT: “JEANNE D’ARCHITONNERE!”

To celebrate the release of CHICKS IN TANK TOPS, an excerpt from my story, “Jeanne d’Architonnere!”

Even inside the armor of the tartaruga that she was preparing for battle, Gia could hear the bellowing of the Florentine leaders. Them, and the crunching thunder of the siege guns. 

“This is your army? You are trusting the fate of the Republic to a blind man and a crippled girl?” shouted Soderini.

“It’s better than trusting the mercy of that son-of-a-whore Borgia and His Profanity Julius II!” hissed back Machiavelli.

Gia inspected the turret. Bearings, greased. Springs and gun-track, polished to a shine. She snapped the slats of the viewports up and down on their hinges. She saw the Florentine militia wavering in their ranks, the dust and smoke where mortar stones had fallen, and finally, the sour, square face of Gonfaloniere Soderini, red jowls flapping.

“You call him profane!” he cried. “But you’re the one dealing with a sorcerer!”

“Well, if he can conjure up a spine for your militia, then he is no wizard, but a worker of miracles and therefore a saint!” growled General Machiavelli. His smooth face was a saturnine mask. Gia was not fooled. The man’s rage was hotter than the copper of the architonnerre. And that shone with heat, steam venting from its valve.

“They’re your militia!” roared Soderini. “You trained them! You led them! You led us all: to this!”

“And you refused to let me train them more,” Machiavelli went on, implacably, “You and the rest, so worried that I might declare myself a prince that they are now – as I warned you! – unable to save us from the devils beating at Prato’s gates!”

Gia snorted. At least she and her fellow tartaruga crews had drilled. They’d had to learn the machines inside-out.

“Have faith,” said a voice with an odd accent. French? A short man in blue uniform under a breastplate stepped into view. “Gaston de Foix comes from victory over Spain at Ravenna, and though wounded, he rides to your aid. But he cannot retake Prato if it has already fallen, and Prato is the key to Firenze. Better to fight now than beg Christ’s mercy from the black hearts of Pope Julius II or Borgia.”

At that name, rage mounted in Gia’s belly, spreading even to the legs she could not otherwise feel. She looked at the Florentines with disgust: they’d wanted to wait like princesses for some dashing French officer to ride to their rescue without having to fight. She’d never had any such illusions. She looked down into the belly of the tartaruga.

“Carlo, are we loaded?”

Si, donna.” The squat man gestured to the long trough of cast-iron balls.

“Gun-breech?”

He grinned. “Smooth as a whore’s passage.”

“Don’t talk dirty about my baby, Carlo. Gun-barrel?”

“Hotter than Borgia’s soul in Hell.”

Gia listened to the Florentines’ cursing and said, “I think it’s time for a valve test, don’t you?”

Carlo’s smile turned wolfish. “Si, Donna.

Gia looked out, making sure that the gleaming muzzle was turned well away from the arguing lords. The general’s hand was drifting slowly toward the hilt of a large dirk at his belt.

“Lock breech.”

“Locked and empty.”

Gia reached over and slammed the valve shut. The steam hissing through the turret vent cut off. Boiling water rushed through its siphon tube and hit the barrel of the gun, heated by its cage of coals. It flashed instantly into steam. The copper barrel loosed a jet of vapor with a roar that silenced the shouting Florentines.

Release Day: CHICKS IN TANK TOPS!

Today, I get to announce the release of my story, “Jeanne d’Architonnere,” in the anthology Chicks In Tank Tops from Baen books. This is an especially fun story to announce. If you are a regular follower of mine, it will come as no surprise to you that my day job is being a history teacher at a local high school. Despite this (or perhaps because of this) I rarely delve into the arcana of writing alternate history. However, when I was invited to participate in this anthology by my editor, Jason Cordova, I very much wanted to bring one of my favorite daydreams to life.

Most people know that Leonardo da Vinci drew up blueprints during his lifetime (okay, sketches really) for a war cart ringed with cannon that would later become popularized as history’s first idea for the modern tank. Of course, da Vinci’s version had no engine beyond the feet of the soldiers who would presumably man it, and it was conceived of as a purely anti-personnel unit.

What fewer people know, is that da Vinci also conceived of a breech-loading, steam-powered cannon. This weapon, which he called the architonnere, worked by superheating the barrel and breech of the gun. After each round was introduced into the breech, and the breech sealed, a bell would allow water to enter just behind the breech, where it would instantly flash into steam and thus fire the round.

I will hasten to add that as a historian I do not consider it terribly realistic to speculate that the real Leonardo da Vinci would, in any conceivable set of circumstances, actually be able to marry all of these ideas together along with a flywheel drive to create the tank, or (since that word was the result of a code name given by the real armored fighting vehicles’ British inventors) the tortoise, as it is described in the story, but that’s where fiction comes in. I hope you will all enjoy the story of Jeanne d’Architonnere and those of my fellow authors.

Jim Baen Memorial Award: “Salvage Judgment” Out Now

Woke up to this post from Baen Books today:

READ THE 2021 JIM BAEN MEMORIAL AWARD WINNING STORY “SALVAGE JUDGMENT’ BY G. SCOTT HUGGINS!

https://www.baen.com/salvage-judgment

Since 2007, The National Space Society and Baen Books have honored the role that science fiction plays in advancing real science by teaming up to sponsor the Jim Baen Memorial Short Story Award. The prize is given out at the annual International Space Development Conference banquet. “Salvage Judgment” is the winner of this year’s Jim Baen Memorial Short Story Award. And, for the first time in over a decade, we have a double winner of both the JBM and the Baen Fantasy Adventure awards. “Humanslayer,” by G. Scott Huggins was the 2020 grand prize winner of the sixth annual Baen Fantasy Adventure Award. As a testament to the author’s ability, we would like to stress that both contests are judged blind, and the judges had no idea who the authors were while adjudicating both contests!

I hope you all enjoy it.

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A Tiny Slice Of History: Jim Baen Memorial Award.

Today, I am honored to confirm that my story, “Salvage Judgment,” has been selected as the winner of this year’s Jim Baen Memorial Award. I am rather aghast to realize that my story will be taking its place among so many excellent stories. One of my favorite short stories in the past decade is, in fact, Brad Torgersen’s “Gemini XVII,” and that story took second place in 2011.

And I won? Surely not.

For a long time, I described myself as “G. Scott Huggins, Very Nearly Award-Winning Author,” because I came in second a LOT. In fact, my professional career began with coming in second in the Writers of the Future contest in 1999. Then I came in second in the very first Baen Fantasy Adventure Award in 2014. Then I came in second in a Twitter Pitch contest called #ReviseAndResub.

And last year, after many submissions that never even made it to finalist status, I won the Baen Fantasy Adventure Award. And now, the Jim Baen Memorial Award.

I’m the first, and so far only person to win both Baen Books short story awards. And that’s… that’s a little tiny slice of SFF history. And I can be happy about that. That’s… more than i could have ever expected when I started writing, sometime in the last century.

I really think you’re going to like this story when it debuts in a month. I’d like to say that it was written in a burst of inspiration, but I have to tell you, it was a bear to write. I hacked it mercilessly out of the dead void of space, and then had to cut twenty percent of it. It was not a pretty process, and I sometimes can’t believe I finished it. But when I did, I really, really liked it.

Thank you to all my readers who have borne with me so long. I’m finally getting to the place where I want to be. The places I want to show you.

Keep following. I have such sights to show you.

BOOK TOUR: SATURN ANTHOLOGY!!

Hey, Loyal Readers!

I’d just like to welcome you to the blog tour for the SATURN Anthology, a group of stories featuring everyone’s favorite ringed planet! I’m super proud to have my story “The Lords Of Titan” featured in this book. It’s the story of an old man who learns to give love, and a young man who learns to trust himself: and they’re the same man. Please enjoy this, along with the wonderful stories of all the other great authors!

Saturn. The Ringed Planet. Harbinger of ideas and wonder. These are the stories of Saturn, the great Titan. Tales of time, age and endings. – Saturn (Planetary Anthology Series) 2/16Tweet

Saturn
Planetary Anthology Series Set 11
Genre: Mixed Fantasy, SciFi, Speculative

with stories byBokerah Brumley, Karl Gallagher, Carlton Herzog, G. Scott Huggins, C.S. Johnson,P.A. Piatt, J.F. Posthumus, James Pyles, Denton Salle, Ben Wheeler, Josh Young, Richard Paolinelli, Arlan Andrews Sr., J.M. Anjewierden, Dana Bell, Vonnie Winslow Crist,Karina L. Fabian, Rob Fabian, A.M. Freeman, Julie Frost

Saturn. The Ringed Planet. Harbinger of ideas and wonder. The planet that gave birth to the modern era of science envisioning the myriad of multi-colored rings circling the planet, one of the reasons for the invention of the telescope and the second largest in our solar system. These are the stories of Saturn, the great Titan. Tales of time, age and endings.

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