Vampires In The Future – Natural Space Travellers?
There’s a ton of fiction out there – even romance fiction – featuring vampires in the past and the present, taking on human roles and because of their inherited special gifts and talents, proving to be as good, if not better, than humans in those roles.
A quick example or two: There are an overwhelming number of vampires running successful night clubs. Two of the most popular (and sexy) would be Jean Claude from the Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton, and Eric Northman from the Southern Vampire series by Charlaine Harris.
Then there’s vampires who have turned into hunters, detectives, cops, and more.
Because vampires (usually) have extraordinary hearing and extraordinary sense of smell, the enforcement roles tend to suit them well. Ditto, any role that involves staying up during the wee hours of the night, such as running a club.
If vampires have (theoretically) been around since the early 18th or 17th century (according to whom you listen to) and are showing no signs of diminishing their ranks any time soon, and as each member of the species live forever unless they manage to top themselves in one of an extremely small number of ways, then it’s reasonable to argue that vampires will still be with us in the future.
For a science fiction fan like me, I can’t help wondering what a vampire’s life will be like in that far, or even not-so-far, distant future.
It’s easy enough to extrapolate that given a vampire’s natural talents and gifts, there are some futuristic roles that the species would be ideally suited for.
For instance, one of the problems that most science fiction writers – and scientists, come to that – struggle to resolve is the fact that interplanetary space travel takes friggin’ forever. The nearest yellow star (which is like our sun) to the planet earth, Rigel, is 5.6 light years away. Even if a spaceship managed the almost impossible feat of reaching near light speed, it would still take six years to reach Rigel! And that’s just the nearest star. Astromomical distances are…well, astromical. There’s a drawback, too. As the ship gets closer and closer to lightspeed, there are all sorts of nasty time dilations and quantum physics complications that passengers would suffer, including increased gravitational effects that would leave them as gelatinous smears upon the floor of the ship, if they didn’t have proper protection.
One of the theories that have been booted around for years among science fiction writers has been the idea of putting all the passengers asleep on one of these ships, and having computers do all the navigation, while the passengers went through an non-aging cryogenic sleep that protected them against gravitational surges. This was the theory used in the Alien movies, and Pitch Black. In both movie franchises, the computer-directed ship crashed while the passengers were in cryo-sleep, leaving them to deal with life-or-death situations upon wakening.
But here is the point I have been trying to (very slowly) get to: Vampires are long lived, if not immortal. If the ship travelled a little less slowly, so that the gravitational effects were not so severe, then the vampires could navigate, or supervise the computers, avoiding some of the fatal surprises that the passengers might otherwise land in.
Depending upon the special talents and abilities the vampires have, and the properties and culture of the fictional universe they’re in, vampires could find themselves in hot demand as pilots, navigators, outer-space workers and more. Out in deep space, the prejudice against vampires (if it exists) would be less than in the inner worlds closer to Earth.
But…there should also be drawbacks to being a vampire in the future, too. Just as vampires struggle in an all-too human world in the past and in contemporary times in our romances, they should also find life a challenge in the future, or our novels would be dull and boring.
It was this idea of drawbacks and challenges—limitations, if you will – that helped me shape the 23rd century world where my vampires struggle to find their place, in the Beloved Bloody Time series. In this series, vampires actually make really bad pilots (as the excerpt below will illustrate), because their physiologies simply don’t cooperate.
Instead, they’re forced to find another means of carving out a place for themselves amongst humans, and they find a most unlikely niche…as time travellers.
by Tracy Cooper-Posey
Time is theirs to keep. But it comes with a price.
MMF Urban Fantasy Futuristic Time Travel Romance Serial
In the early 23rd Century, vampires learned how to travel back in time, and created a time-tsunami that threatened life as we know it, until they corrected their mistake. They created the Chronometric Conservation Agency, which is tasked with preserving history and therefore protecting humanity’s future. The Touring arm of the Agency offers trips back into the real past, with vampire guides, called travellers.
When Natalia (Tally) Marta, vampire and traveller, takes her client to visit the siege of Stirling Castle in 1314, she is caught and held hostage for ransom by Robert MacKenzie, a Bruce clansman. Rob finds himself drawn to the wilful, stubborn and very different English lady he has captured and the relationship becomes an intimate, highly-charged sexual pairing. Swiftly, Tally and Rob realize their bond is more than sexual, that the emotions stirring their hearts are true.
Christian Lee Hamilton, vampire, one of the last true southern gentlemen, and Tally’s ex-lover, knows the 1314 time marker enough to jump back and help Tally return home. His arrival at Bannockburn adds complications, for Christian finds himself drawn to Rob MacKenzie as much as Tally is. But neither of them can stay in the past forever. To do so means certain death.
An Excerpt From: BANNOCKBURN BINDING
Copyright © TRACY COOPER-POSEY, 2011
All Rights Reserved.
Halfway Station was the giant’s house at the top of the beanstalk, in every sense. It was a huge, sprawling, tangled mess of external structural girders and docking ports that serviced every inter-planetary ship that came to Earth. The industrial sections were glued together with living modules, corridors, greenhouses and all the other paraphernalia human life needed to survive in space.
It looked more like a child’s attempt to build something with Meccano than a serviceable, functioning structure through which millions of people poured each year, and in which another five thousand permanently lived.
When the beanstalk shuttle slid up into the belly of it and artificial gravity kicked in, Charbonneau gratefully slid out of the harness. Weightlessness was a curious sensation he was in no hurry to repeat, although vampires couldn’t get sick like humans could.
“We have to hurry now,” Justin told him, moving up the ramp into the main customs hall. “There’s no formalities for us, as we’re going through to the agency. Here.” He indicated a side passage and they both ducked into it. “But we do have to get to the shuttle so we can rendezvous with the Agency as it swings by, which it will do in about thirty-five minutes.”
“Is its orbit very close?”
“Far enough to avoid colliding, close enough to make it convenient to get there, if you have to use this way.”
“There’s another way?”
“They’ll explain that one to you, I’m sure.” Justin strode along the corridor, and turned right into another that intersected. This one lay on the outside of the station, and the walls were corrugated and clear, like glass, protected by girders that curved over it.
It gave Charbonneau an unexpected view of Earth, hovering overhead, and completely dark, except for the shimmer of sunlight on its eastern edge. “Stunning,” he murmured, wishing he could linger to admire.
“Permanent night. Now you understand why the Agency chose the satellite as headquarters.”
Ahead of them and clearly waiting for them, a young man in street clothes stood watching them come toward him. He waved them on. “Ferry is warmed up and waiting. All set to go. Our window closes in five, though.”
“Thanks, Tinker,” Justin told the boy as they drew closer. “This is Constant Charbonneau Villeneuve. Our newest recruit.”
Tinker nodded as he turned to stride down the corridor, leading them. “Yep, I heard all about you. All the women going ga-ga.” He turned his head to look back at them and rolled his eyes. “You’d think we were getting royalty.”
“Tinker,” Justin snapped.
“Well, y’d think, huh? Are you royalty?”
The question was sharply put, and it took a second for Charbonneau to realize the lad was speaking directly to him.
“There are no royalty in France. Don’t you remember your history?”
“Remember?” the boy spluttered. He looked at Justin. “He doesn’t know.”
“Know what?” Charbonneau asked.
“I’m human, is what. You vamps, you can live forever, but you make shitty pilots. Your inner ear fluids ain’t fluid. So you don’t get space sick, but you ain’t got balance, either. So you can’t judge worth shit when you have to bring something in and line it up.”
Tinker laughed. “You ain’t been around your own kind much, have you?”
Such a casual explanation of a basic function of vampire physiology that he had never even considered before was shocking. But Tinker had already moved on, both physically and verbally. As he moved ahead of them up the passage, he spoke with his chin on his shoulder. “That must be how you survived the Revelation and the Censure, huh? No brethren around you to turn you in when they put the thumbscrews on ‘em.”
Charbonneau glanced at Justin, who just laughed. “You’ll get used to him.”
“He isn’t afraid of me…us, at all.”
“Why should I be afraid?” Justin said, as if Charbonneau had spoken to him directly. “You look like you fed recently, and now you’re with the Agency, you’ve got a vested interest in keeping things sweet between vamps and humans. And you’ll never again be without red juice.”
“Synthetic blood,” Justin translated, even before Charbonneau could look at him helplessly.
“And you need me to get across to the satellite,” Tinker continued, seemingly without drawing breath, “So I figure you’re not about to extend your fangs near me.” An outer door lock just ahead lay open, the interior of a small ship visible beyond it. “Here we go, it’s a bit tight, but hey, you guys used to sleep in coffins, right? This’ll feel like a dance hall to you.”
- Erotic MMF romance, time travel, urban fantasy story line, on-going serial storylines.
- This is the first book in the BELOVED BLOODY TIME series.
- Futuristic settings: Australia, near-planetary space. Historical settings: Medieval Scotland, France.
- Vampires and other fantasy species.
- Available at Amazon: Kindle format . Print format .
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- Pages: 162 in PDF, including front matter. (Short novel-length story)
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- $8.97 in print.
Tracy Cooper-Posey is a national award winning author, with more than 35 romance titles published since 1999. She writes mainly romantic suspense and paranormal romance, with brief forays into other romantic genres here and there. She has been nominated for three CAPA’s for best paranormal romance, one CAPA for best historical romance, and the CAPA for Favourite Author, and has won the Emma Darcy Award.
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