Back in the river for more fish. Suza says something a bit startling to her dad, who runs it back past Alix. Later, at breakfast, Pai gets sneaky again about later that day. Then she shocks Mindy awake with her news of her unilateral action.
If I can just get everyone to this afternoon, the next segment, I can return to the plot of “religious war?” and start making trouble for everyone.
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Continue reading “New Pai, 4”Wife woke up at 0011 complaining of aches and pains. She also had – and has – a fever. One of our weekend pharmacists says influenza is endemic in central Ohio right now. Boomers panic and go to the hospitals, so now there are no beds. It’s the fookin’ flu. Yes, it sucks, but maybe it’s your time, Mr. and Mrs. “We’re spending our childrens’ inheritance.”
So, I’ll post what I have as I’m not sure when I’ll be back to the keyboard. With this RealLife illness, I also mention how Graf was sick early in their mission.
With Mindy’s Intended there, I now have a fresh set of eyes to look at what is going on. He’s obviously not comfortable with the Graf/Pai/Alix situation, but is quickly distracted in hearing of Fusions. And, Graf and Min’s father experiences a little healing, thinking what future might be for his grandchildren.
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Continue reading “New Pai, 2”I was awake at 0420 thinking about the leading elements of Part 2 of this story. Writing is a mental illness. Tomorrow’s, Friday’s, segment will close out part 1. It’s a chat between these three kids and Pai’s older brothers. As you can see here, I once again am laying the groundwork for some kind of compromise when it comes to Alix’s sexuality; more specifically, her breedability.
Otherwise, it’s a quiet, lazy day here in RealLife. Even with cannibal barbarians eating pets two hours from my front door. I may sit on the deck and nap and read. Graf and Pai will tell me what they want when they do.
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Continue reading “Pai-Graf, 16/x”Yes, it’s a lame title. You get what you pay for.
I do not know if this will just be another short story about these two, or whether it shall metastasize into its own novel. There is a bit of revelatory info in this segment, and there is also Pai’s original mission. I simply have no idea where any of this is going. I love that.
Best place to start a story? In the middle. How do you hurt a man who has nothing? Give him back something broken. Here we go, frens.
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Continue reading “Pai-Graf 1/x”As readers will know, sometimes the Machines say things that are taken by humans in ways they never anticipated. That’s the “wildness of human thought” which interests many of them and scares the daylights out of Reina, Pai’s mom. If that older Machine ever needs an excuse to give up power, that’s it.
I was beginning to think there are things going on in the background that no one is yet telling me. Thus, I have already started on a Part Two of the Pai-Graf (swidt?) story. Both will be my contribution to the anthology Stories from the Middle of a River: Tales from the Lemur Throne, Volume One. These two may also turn into book #20, depending on where I’m led by these youngsters and the powers-that-be above them.
I am very curious about Pai’s use of the word, ferocity.
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Continue reading “Irrational Pai, 4/5”Found my way to the end. About 4400 words, so not a bad short story. What next?
Faustina, like Reina, is the type of person who you just have to shove the facts under their noses and they come ’round fairly quickly. Guess I need to update my family tree at the top of my blog again? I’ll wait until I’ve some idea how many kids they have.
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Continue reading “Bright Eyes, 7/end”We start with more politics with the NorFed Executive Council before Colour pokes the wrong bear and gets her orders from Aurie. Part of this is fun for me: only by being middle-aged myself could I imagine “old folks” striking up a romance. What I would have considered creepy in my 20s is perfectly normal, now.
When Colour walks out of the meeting, I had to remind myself just how do you get ahold of someone in a tech environment equivalent to the 1970s? We all take our phones for granted. Fortunately, Loup must have realized that, too, so I had him hanging out in the area. We find out why he’s there.
Conclusion tomorrow. With the Henge-talk at the end of this part, I’m now thinking she should get a short story, too.
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Continue reading “Colour of Maine (2/3)”It was pointed out to me I never mention holidays in my stories. As far as I can recall, even as Catholic as so many of these people are, I never even mention Christmas or Easter. The way this segment ends makes me think there should be some kind of “Thanksgiving” holiday for the Martians. But, what date? Colonization was not like the landing of the first ship from a distant star, it’s been going on for more than a generation now. Allie’s amazing discovery? Why give “thanks” for that, as it creates a million new problems and possibilities? And, of course, there are three very distinct cultures, led by two races, on Mars; do the Russians and Japanese have the equivalent to a “Thanksgiving Day” in their current cultures? Perhaps I should just stick to shoehorning the religious one’s in where I can.
Back home into the bosom of her family, Allie makes a surprise announcement – on someone else’s behalf – before learning from her diplomat father the leading edge of the ramifications of her accidental discovery.
Still and all, Allie’s parents have something to give thanks for; Happy Thanksgiving to my FUSA readers!
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Continue reading ““The Fallen” 5/4″Another reflective segment. No politics as yet. Given that Fussy now knows literally everything Allie recalls from her little adventure, I’d imagine she thinking very hard about what comes next while talking to her husband and this little hero.
I only found out how sad Fussy was, the regrets, on my drive home from DayJob today. As we know from Regent, Aurie possesses a certain bloodlust. It was always just a job for Fussy. And from what they now know from her brother Gary, she realizes that she will outlive her second husband and at least three of her children: humans Callie, Robert, and Julian. Honestly, she might outlive some of her grandchildren. That has to hurt.
With no stemma attached, to be clear, Johnston, as Fussy’s second husband, is step-great-grandfather to Allie. Blood only matters when thinking about the Demi allele.
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Continue reading ““The Fallen” 5/2″“What’s behind curtain number one?” Now we know. This is, obviously, me ripping off Tolkien; I’ve long said that all writers “borrow” from one another, but “ripping off” sounds better.
This wraps up the Alvarez’s visit to Ekaterinburg. I’ll gloss their trip to the dams and move things along to their stop in what is de facto imperium territory. It will be a much more relaxed visit as everyone is on the same side. Once that is completed, I’ll close Part Three. Part Four still only exists as notes as I still don’t know what I’m doing with Alicia.
Below, Count Lavrov really steps in it, doesn’t he?
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