Yay!

100 pages of script, written. 

100 pages of very poor script, written.

1 futuristic world, created.

1 plot, lost.

6 characters fed to dinosaurs, check.

Okay, for my first sci-fi/fantasy, it was fun! In my world, where culture has returned to a Victorian standard, Earth has been devoted entirely to agriculture (a new mega-power), while humankind has been relocated to the planets. Karaoke is illegal and wine ages ten times as fast on the faster-than-the-speed-of-light interplant highways.  :)