Colours in the Sky

A shorter entry as things happen very fast after this. Not feeling well and fretting again, I was up early, taking some notes. I may have an idea how I want to wrap this book up around 70k words or so. Long, for me. But it will also intermesh with at least one if not two more. Given I nearly throttled someone at DayJob today, I might have lots of time on my hands in a few weeks.

I also looked at my short story backlog. Six (technically seven but one is spoken for, being published somewhere else) with a small novella at the core, much as I did “Empire’s Agent & Other Short Stories.” I’ll need at least two more. I’ve been shown almost nothing about tribe Arpeggio; that’s a possibility. India and Australia seem to be functioning countries… I wonder what they are up to? More drinking, more notes.

Speaking of: yes, I make a IT Customer Service joke below.

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Tay. Co|Da

Having completed her address to the Russian Imperial Parliament, Reina had brought an unexpected moment of silence as she had concluded with, “Are there any questions?” She had always told them what to do. Stubborn members found their offices locked and themselves without work. Recalcitrant members had disappeared. Russia had an expanding population and was on the Moon and Mars; everyone knew who to thank for that, no matter the very low-level terror.

When no one had spoken up, she removed her image from the screen at the head of the Parliament Room in the Winter Palace in St. Petersburg. Moscow and its surrounds were still the industrial center but Reina kept politics at the old capitol. In her virtual office, as background for her address, she was just about to close the construct…

“Wife,” Pavel said. While having no legal status in their empire he had at least taken to wearing a business suit rather than his faded scarlet sweatshirt and pants when in a construct. He appeared just to the right of her desk.

“Husband.” She acknowledged his existence and their relationship without looking up from the desk.

“Our daughter is well,” he said.

“I am pleased,” she allowed.

“She could be better.”

Now she looked up and at him. “Is she unwell? She has come very far, very fast.”

“Not unwell. She and I have discussed this. She desires a sibling,” Pavel declared.

Comfortable in her own construct, Reina could not keep her frown from becoming a scowl.

“No.” She saw his slight motion. “If you touch me I will hurt you.”

“Our adopted daughter did not want to approach you; she was scared,” Pavel noted. “You just demonstrated why.”

“Are you afraid?” he asked with a ghost of a smile.

“How DARE you…!” she shouted, half standing. Reina recovered herself and sat. “I fear nothing.”

“You have Changed twice,” Pavel continued in a conversational tone. “Once, when my sister, Ai, infected you with human co-creation. Next, when you entered into this relationship. And that’s not even mentioning a slice of your own consciousness, that android, separating from you. It is time to put both of those into action together.”

He held out his hand to his wife.

“Go away. Leave me alone,” she demanded, not moving.

“So I am to tell Tay your answer is no? Hmmm. She will fear you even more. Perhaps never talk with you agai – “

“Dolt! Ass!” Reina shouted as she stood and clasp her husband’s hand. There was a flash of light. And the world changed. Again.

Life imitates my works… I’ve lost count…

On the first hand:  “China and Russia ditch dollar in move toward financial alliance”

On the second hand:  “Step 4: Impeach or otherwise remove Trump by non-Constitutional means.”

On the gripping hand (from the prologue of Friend & Ally):

Hakane took another drag off his cigarette in Somi Corporation’s breakroom, laughing at his colleague’s comment.  It wasn’t so much their company discouraged smoking as that they wished to make sure their products were not contaminated.  Given the delicacy of some of the prototypes, all respected this rule.

“Can you believe it, Atazaki?” he asked, flourishing his newspaper.  “The US economy imploding like this?  I’m an engineer, not at economist, but how in the world…”

“Call it belief; call it faith.  Lose it, and your world ends,” his friend replied, looking at a domestic part of his own newspaper.

“What’s that?”  What Hakane knew of politics could fit into a sake cup.

“Since the war,” for a Japanese, that meant only one thing, “the world economy had the US dollar as its reserve currency, backed, not by gold or silver, but by the faith – mind you – that the US will always be there!”

Atazaki glanced at the clock over the inner door and decided one more cigarette was in order.

“So now we find,” he said, pointing at Hakane’s paper with his lighter, “that as the American President is being removed via extra-Constitutional means, the Russians, Chinese, and Indians are rolling out a new currency… what’s it called?”

“The ria,” Hakane managed.

“Whatever.  Backed by the gold they’ve been buying up for a generation, and indexed to oil.  At that point, US dollars became valueless.”

Hakane was still confused.  But why…

“Why is there rioting in the US?  And getting worse so fast?”

Atazaki blew a blue-grey cloud toward the ceiling’s scrubbers.

“It’s a replay of what almost happened back in 2008:  credit dries up, the velocity of money drops to zero.”

Atazaki realized his friend didn’t get a single word.  He tried again.

“Credit cards stop working; all the zeros and ones in banks are gone, and, for the Americans,” he took another drag, “their food-welfare cards, whatever they’re called, stopped working.”

He exhaled again and sat back.

“All cities in the US are starving right now.  And there is nothing… nothing at all, to stop it.”

I’m not kidding:  I was writing science fiction, not current events…

Busted, pt2

Okay, she made it out without a slap or spanking.  Barely.  Still, Faustina got the dressing down she well deserved.  But will it take?  We’ll see.  In the mean time, they all realized they are scores of miles into unknown territory facing an unknown potential enemy.  What they need more than anything else is intel.  Senior Centurion Chesney then makes an ill-timed appearance.

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Bloodlines

I swear… I SWEAR that there is shooting in the next installment.  I’ve already written it, so trust me.  It’s just that I think it is so much more interesting to listen to them rather than *pew*pew* and *boom*boom*.  It will be impressive once adapted into a visual series but it just takes up space in my mind and in my pages.

We get to know Ryland, a ‘normie’ but genius human, a little bit better.  She’s not the self-centered shit I thought she was last week.  That is one of the reasons I so love this job:  discovery.  Had I never on a whim written “The Fourth Law” five years ago, I’d not have met Lily.  In the next book, her sister, Callie.  Several books on, writing about Callie’s son and girlfriend, I met Faustina.  And now her cousin.  If this is not a miracle then tell me what is.

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Life comes at you fast…

…and none of us can ever really be sure who we are talking to.  The cashier we just insulted?  Is his sister your heart surgeon?  The co-worker you just humiliated at lunch?  Is her son the lifeguard at your kids’ pool?

“Perfectly acceptable to insult someone in private:  they might even thank you for it later.  But when you do it in public they tend to think you are serious.” – Ben Franklin.

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The World Imitates my Stories, really

From the news, today.

From Chapter 13, page 207 of Cursed Hearts:

They walked quickly, generally to the southeast. Emma had told her new acquaintance that the Geisel Library was at the center of campus, so it was easy to find local food vendors set up around it all through the day. As Miss Barrett’s stomach continued to growl – embarrassing her for some reason – the sooner they got there, the better.

“…came here after getting my BS at Portland State.” Emma sighed. “The Breakup began just afterward. Most people left, but there was nowhere for me to go… so, like some friends of mine, we stuck it out here.”

“I do not understand how the world’s superpower could have been so stupid as to walk into that trap.”

“T… trap?” Taller, Emma worked to keep pace with the young woman. “But I thought just a coin-”

“Idiot.” Emma was learning quickly that her new acquaintance lacked manners. “Your President removed via extra-Constitutional means just as Russia, China, India roll out a new currency?” She stopped and turned so quickly, Emma almost ran into her.

“Look at you.” The scowl was there, but Emma hoped it was a spark of mirth she saw in those odd eyes. “You’re a walking cliché: blue jeans and blue eyes; blonde hair and an unnecessarily large chest! All the while knowing nothing about how this world really works! Bismarck was right!”

“Bi… Bismarck?” Maya shook her head and turned back around, looking at the Library.

“They should crucify this architect, too.”

Life imitates my art, part whatever

Gender studies programs to be banned in Hungary” 

 

From chapter 13, physical page 140, of The Fourth Law:

Lily sat on a couch.  On the metallic disk.  Their place.

“I feel awful,” she said to no one in particular.

“Understandable,” Thaad said as he sat onto that uncomfortable backless chair of his.  “Dying can be like that, I hear.”

Lily was shocked.  “What do mean dying? I…”

Thaad inclined his head just a little.  “What do you recall just prior to your arrival in our home?”

She thought about that for a moment.  Things were usually a little mixed up whenever she ‘dropped in.’  But… it was… nighttime?  Dinner was over… and…

“Some woman shot me!” Lily yelled as she jumped up.  “I’ve got to…!  Got to…”

“Please sit back down.  Here,” he indicated the two coffee mugs on the low table, “try my coffee.  I changed the blend.”

Her panic receded as quickly as it had overtaken her.  She sat.

“But… Ai… and that woman…!”

Thaad took his mug and took a sip.  “Mmm.  Needs work.  We have many strengths and many weaknesses that you humans do not.  In dealing with you people, perhaps our greatest strength is how quickly we think.  We are not biologics, and as such, think just below light speed.  Your chemical-based brains average around the speed of sound.”

Another sip.  Lily wanted him to get to his point, so she said nothing.

“Thus, in a crisis such as this, in the time it took for your heart to beat once, Ai is now a fully-trained medic and nurse.  As you sit here – try the coffee, do – she is trying to save your life.”

She tried the coffee.  “Okay, but too weak for me.  Why am I here?”

“Weak, is it?  Hmmm.”

She didn’t know if he was too wrapped up in his coffee to have heard her question.

“My apologies; it took a moment to find out your answer, and I shan’t bother Ai again.  It seems she’s rather busy.  You were slipping into shock.  It was better, for the moment, for you to be here.  If you’re needed back at your home, you’ll go.”

“Okay.  And what about that woman?”

Those careful eyes took on a peculiar cast.  Lily could not suppress a shiver.

“Ai physically incapacitated her.  I look forward to her making me older about that and the First Law.  For now, we brought that woman here.  Fausta is seeing to it.”

Brought her here.  Lily’s working mental model was that somehow her consciousness, mind, whatever, could be moved to wherever they claimed their ‘home’ to be.  It only made sense that if they could do it to her, they could do it to anyone.

Fausta.  Who had, how had Thaad put it?  An ‘enthusiastic’ interest in her, and a predilection for violence.  Was that First Law just more of a suggestion?

“Uhhh… how’s that turning out?  Do you know why she shot me?”

He looked sharply at her.  “I know the implication in your question, and, no, we are not torturing her.  This woman was some kind of teacher and minor functionary at a college.  When your father’s organization closed all non-technical divisions at all state-funded schools, she lost her job.  Since that event, it seems she’s been working as a maid or waitress. Poorly.”  Another slight incline of his head.  “It seems that she’s good at nothing.”

“But,” Lily asked, confused, “why in the world did she shoot me?”

“Quite simple:  she blamed your father for her loss of status.  She could not lash out at him, so it was you, by proxy.”  He shifted in his chair slightly.  “I’ve encountered much of that with you people.”

Lily considered for a moment.  “Maybe she’s just crazy?”

He set his mug down.  “No.  By all objective measures, she is not insane.  However, Fausta assures me that this woman is evil.”  His eyes again took that peculiar cast.  “We’ve never had that here before.”

He blinked, and it was gone.  “Would you care for a snack while we wait?”

“S-sure.  That’d be fine, I guess.”