Month: September 2024

Pai-Graf, 14/x

Detente continues apace on Pai’s small ship, so long is Graf is able to patch over the cracks which keep reappearing. I wanted to reinforce just how alien this is to him, both in space and in time, even with just a major-metro city like Pete’s. I think he’s holding up very well.

I think I’ll post something everyday this week, that will get me to the end of Part One. After that, as I mentioned, I need to start prepping for our upcoming Lemur Anthology. I know I always say, “treat writing like a job,” and that is coming back to bite me, now.

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Pai-Graf, 13/x

Imagine living in the equivalent of the US Midwest in the 1890s or maybe 1910. Internal combustion is familiar and maybe you’re heard of flying machines. Then some madwoman shows up, makes off with one of your children, shows back up with yet another crazy woman, talking about other worlds, and your son is off again. Got to hand it to this family: they roll with all this pretty well. Their neighbors down the road would likely be firing shotguns at this point.

Pai and Alix are, slowly, getting more comfortable with one another. I think that their last exchange, about Graf, is telling. In the world of the Change, everyone, human, Machine, knows things are different and to trust their hunches. They both have a hunch about Graf. I just hope they tell me, at some point.

Let’s go to Russia, next.

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Pai-Graf, 12/x

Some more exposition, this time about Mars. We already knew Alix is a huge contrarian, but when told to have her clothes on, she takes them off? That’s contrarian.

The comment about “all this in three days and you seem fine with it” hearkens all the way back to Niven’s A World out of Time, where the protagonist takes most everything in stride, including being 300 years in the future and in someone else’s body. Yes, I recall fifty year-old things like that but still don’t know the names of my DayJob coworkers.

The last line should have everyone muttering, “Two chicks at once.” Have a good a weekend as you can; see everyone Monday.

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Pai-Graf, 11/x

Pai continues to “bite back her spleen,” as Dante said. Thankfully, Alix gets that and tries, too. There’s a little exposition about what the ships they use can do, followed by a very brief visit from someone on-high.

Apologies for the broken update schedule. I am hopefully finally on the mend, now that we’ve an idea what is wrong with me and thus how to treat it. The rest of today should be quiet, so I am going to see if I get these three first to Graf’s home and then at least to St. Peterburg. I appreciate your tolerance.

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