Category: Pai

PGA, 11

Smaller segment for going into a weekend. Things get a little odd their next morning and I am still trying to work through the details. Beyond that, I also need to do some research about South America. For ten years and nineteen books, I do not think I mentioned the place once. Mexico gets a little mention in Cursed Hearts and Martian Wonderland, but points south of that? I really have no idea. With the US dead and gone for over a hunderd years, and trade with Western Europe a zero, I suppose I’ll have to extrapolate what places like Brazil, Argentina, and Chile have done to survive.

Saying all that is to imply that updates might be sparce awhile. Plus, I’ll need to focus on the initial editing of our Lemurverse anthology.

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PGA, 10

Pai gets mistaken for a boy. That’s freakin’ hilarious. But, we see that, yes, there is some kind of religious sentiment about Ildi in this unregulated northern town. Unregulated towns and new religions, well, names such as Medina and Mecca spring to mind. Not something that either the imperium or other spokes of the Polar Alliance would appreciate.

Mark XXs. Might be a story there.

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PGA, 9

After a few scenes from Pai’s POV, we’re back to Graf. I’m not entirely happy with the timing and pace of this segment and will likely revise the heck out of it prior to sending to my copyeditor. Still, raws are raws, to get something down “on paper” to keep the story moving.

I take this time to educate a potential reader about Ildi, for anyone who has not read about here in my two short story collections. She sure takes after her mother when it comes to fecundity. I suppose I’ll have to know more about her family before all of this is over; I cannot really imagine her kids liking the idea of their mom being worshiped as a goddess.

Graf has never heard of a strip club. That’s hilarious.

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PGA, 8

After pushing the kids just a little too far, Pai apologizes. Once that is behind them, the questions start, which allows her to tell a true story with some propaganda for seasoning. She comes from a dangerous and devious family, after all.

You can make the arguement that invading her husband’s dream is unethical, but this is a different time and she is not at all like us. As we will see, next week. Oh, I was gifted the word jinky before Mass last Sunday. Church is the best place to let stories come.

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PGA, 7

These segments will be a small chapter as I was taken to task years ago about “head hopping,” changing the internal monolog from one character to another with little or no warning, so the reader becomes confused. With one one deliberate exception that comes to mind right now, I do not do that anymore. So, since this little bit around the campfires is all Pai, I’ll separate it.

Having a cute gal from a country allied to yours for a century wander into your camp can be vaguely disturbing or, with accent, somewhat endearing. Pai uses that to push them and gets a surprise. Have I mentioned how seriously I, and they, take loyalty?

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PGA, 6

Graf and Pai get their orders, to some extent, and he gets dinner. I touch very lightly on one of Aurie’s most personal secrets. I am still trying very, very hard to start a religious war.

Where they are in Frankfort was/is a real place. I was there when it was being rebuilt and later opened as “St. George and the Dragon” pub. It changed hands and was renamed “The Dragon.” That folded and it was closed for a year or so. Now, it’s called Bourbon on Main.

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PGA, 5

Yep: was correct about a big fight. For those not conversant with my works, the imperium has always taken a dim view of androids, as it is policy to employ locals, human or demi, to do work. Are there exceptions? Sure, for visits, just like now. In ages past, Fausta and Nichole 5 would drop in now and again. RIght on the heels of that, when Graf explains what their assignment is to be, we get a little surprise from Alix. Still surprised, Graf pushes to know more the next morning.

Just for your weekend, a double-helping of drama. Now with fish.

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PGA, 4

I guess you could call this segment “bullet dodged.” As the writer, I am trying very hard to make sure that Alix does not come across, as she says, just as a breeder. It is very difficult and slows me down more than a “normal” story. I was also pleased to learn that Graf and Pai have fights. All couples do; perfectly normal. So long as you love someone, it’s fine to not like them for awhile.

I have a suspicion that things will get very, very ugly when Alix’s mother comes back and finds Pai there. Fun times.

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PGA, 3

Yeah, definitely a sore point with Alix’s family. When you won’t even eat dinner with your own grandkids, that’s petulant. I am glad that Alix and Graf seem comfortable with how things are. And, we we see at the end of this segment, how things are going. Pai makes a characteristic entrance, but she and Alix are obviously trying to not ratchet up the tension. We’ll have to find out from Pai just what she and her husband do in place of a sexual relationship. Trust me, being married for nearly 35 years, it is an important componant; we are a soul-body fusion, not some Platonic ideal, so I am curious as to what their “work-around” is.

I do wonder what it was they were eating.

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PGA, 2

Wow, Alix’s family is not remotely happy with her situation and their arrangement. Until kids started coming along, seems they pretended she was dead. In the Change, it is a much more conservative culture, world-wide, but damn, family is still family.

Speaking of, interesting to see that Pai thinks of ancient analog computers as something like a great-to-the-fourth grandparent and wants to show respect. Interesting juxtaposition to Alix’s fam. While I hope dinner is on time, I think it would be hilarious to have her mom and Pai sitting opposite one another at the table.

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