Category: death

PAI, 20-21

I titled it this way as this scene only really works in toto, thus, I recapituate post #20 from a few days ago to get poor Pai out of this horrible situation. I’ve also made some editing changes. My God, her mother is ruthless.

Gordon was brought to consciousness by Chris Denno in Cursed Hearts. Because he was so young, he did not understand humans or synths and made a series of errors resulting in a bloodbath. It seems he never recovered from that.

I need a drink.

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PGA, 12

Well, now. This is not what I thought I would be seeing. Do I hope that this novel turns into some huge, interplanetary jihad/crusade? Sure, that would be kinda cool. Did I expect cute little Pai to do what happens here? Even given her family, no, I did not. This has me almost at a standstill; not written for two days, three if you count today. I really am at a loss.

I sort of see the simple representation of Ildi as a throwback to an ichthys image. A shorthand for one follower to signal to another.

Special thanks to Pink Floyd and Bob Geldof. Wish I knew how to format lines in WordPress.

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Iter, 4/4, end

Ugh. Helping to move Daughter #2’s stuff to her new house. In 87F/90% humidity. I’m too old for that.

Decided to conclude this one, so it is just a tiny bit longer. Having always been content to just be as her man’s side, Min gets a little surprise from Fussy at the conclusion of Les’ funeral. And then there is the interplay with Reina. Aurie gets in first, to make sure that most dangerous of Thinking Machines does not do anything stupid. Min was, after all, once her.

For the next week, I need to flog Matters of Life and Death to where I can hand it off to my copyeditor. And, I need to ponder the eleven stories and decide what I’d like to see on the front and back covers so my designer can get started. Everyone have a good weekend.

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Iter, 3/x

It was a 17-hour drive, augmented by my GI tract bug. DIdn’t get home until 2347. I’m recovering today but very glad to have the day off. In fact, after this update, I’m laying down for at least rest if not a nap

“A walk in the woods,” is an old military metaphor for a failed commander to use his sidearm to blow his brains out to try to expiate his failure. Thankfully, this is just a walk between two cousins, more human than human, who are groping their way to an understanding and acceptance what their loss.

I do like how Aurie – she’s so down-to-earth in private! – immediately recognized where Min’s grief was leading her. And put a stop to it, instantly. That meeting with Reina has me a little worried, though. She’ll likely work on Min’s mind in the exactly opposite way.

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Iter, 1/x

This will be the 11th and last addition to my 19th book, another short story collexion. It, unfortunately, again deals with death. And how the spouse of that person deals with their death. I again apologize for all these depressing stories, and will try to do something much more fun and entertaining, next.

All demi-humans have longer lifespans. Those who have lived in close physical proximity (which Laszlo has not) to Henge Hartmann even more so. But they still die and are smart enough to not deny that and thus can make plans for it. As an android, Minerva (please be polite when reading and pronounce it in your head correctly: mee-nur-wa) is effectively immortal. As a Model 12, she has living skin, which she feeds via something like a TPN every three days, which was replaced about fifty years ago.

Iter will be wall-to-wall grief and politics. If that’s not your thing, I’ll be back, later. Otherwise, here we go…

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Red Rain, 1/x

Starry Sky allowed me to play with the ideas of death and purgatory; really happy subjects. Because I try to do things differently every now and again, I was gifted a vision of what I am starting here. And, to do something I have never published before (I did try my hand at it once; amateur hour writing), I am going to try some allegory. Not 100%, mind you, where “everything points to something else,” but at least 50% or more.

Further, the protagonist of the story, introduced in the second part of this segment, is the antagonist of my romance/horror novel, Cursed Hearts. And, the character of Nike inhabited the two novels of the saga of Nichole 5 Clarke. The young woman is a horrible but tragic figure, a tortured and wounded soul who in the novel lashes out at the world, wanting nothing more than to be with her step-brother. I wanted to see if she could get a second chance.

Let’s see where this goes, friends. Deus vult.

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Starry Sky, 2/x

Wow. This is very, very hard. There’s a reveal at the end of this segment, making it hurt even more, to watch, helplessly, a grandchild die. I do not understand why I am told to tell this story. And we’re only a few hours into the night.

As I mentioned last time, this is something of an emotional trainwreck. Bypass at your choice.

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Coming Back to Life

It has been a tough five months. My wife’s mother was dying…and dying…and wouldn’t die. So, my wife was gone much of these months. As an uxorious person, I missed her, and it short-circuited my writing schedule. My 19th book, another short story collexion, was derailed after 24k words. I had no new ideas; none of my characters wanted to talk to me.

As of three weeks ago, that is over. There are still estate issues, but my wife is home again. This morning, at Mass, for the first time in over sixteen weeks, someone said “hi.” I’ve only had Crown Princess Elizabeth, the first child of the Empress, speak two lines in Ice Inundation Intelligence. For my next post, here in just a few hours, we all get to meet her.

Again, apologies for the prolonged absence. I’ll try to do better. Deus vult.

Succession (5/5)

My wife, some months back, expressed an interest to know more about Henge. I’ve mentioned here before that what I saw was sort of an Arwen/Elessar moment: Gary was dead and Henge gave up her life. I did not want to have my next collection in on that note, so I’ve brought her into the picture here, showing a glimpse of what a completely different form of life can do.

I’m almost finished with part 6/5 (yea, me), and am trying to condense what brought all of this to a head, while still sounding reasonable. Yes, reasonable people don’t don suicide vests but fanaticism does strange things to the mind. Ultimately, there is either a person or central committee behind this carnage. Driven by hate, sure, but a cold, rational hate to plan and execute something like this.

In Berserker and Regent, we have seen what Aurie can physically do when she thinks her friends are threatened. I think internal matters of the imperium are going to get worse before they get better.

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