Wow. All this in five hours. Sorry, folks, I’m taking tomorrow off or else I’m dead.
I’m hoping to see something that takes me off in a new direxion tomorrow. 11k words here is, I think, enough. I am SO HAPPY things ended up where they are. Sure: I can go full Will Deonne and have Henge’s nanomaterials disassociate her into a drift of sand on the floor, but I don’t think I will.
Sweet Jesus: what will their children be like?!
Awful day. Cable modem has failed. Too hungover to bang wife in the AM. Cooking last turkey of the season and something’s wrong with the propane system. Kill me.
At least there’s this.
Ecchi. Well, how ecchi can you get for two that have been betrothed to one another for over ten years? I commend their self-discipline. Henge and Dorina are up to something, we know. They’re feeding info the to the scientists and engineers at Oak Ridge, we know.
We need to find out what we don’t know. Not necessarily today, though. Did I mention ecchi? I don’t know any… are Gen Zyklon kids capable of this sort of self-restraint?
This morning, I was preoccupied with thoughts about fusion reactors. At my lunch, I tried to catch up on where current tech was for their development.
As I was getting ready to leave DayJob, I realized that was stupid and that my characters were talking over drinks in a bar.
Where that went… I’d no idea. The last half of this short – who’s Tracy? – was just shown to me.
After last night I knew I had to get back to writing or I’d die. Considered various ideas throughout the workday. Just after 1700, when I was cleaning the isolation hood, the roar of its motor must have mixed with the chemicals in the Cavicide wipes to let me see something. Not a lot of detail but certainly a week’s or more worth of story. I’d been thinking about Faustina, however by lunch I’d come to know I didn’t know her well enough to tell her story.
For Gary and Henge, though, I’d already laid down two big markers: one in “Echoes of Family Lost” and another in ‘Worlds Without End.’ I’ll be picking them up now. This is, I think, going to be a great deal of fun!
This may seem shorter than usual, but when you only need to write dialog, as in a play, it tends to keep your word count down.
PS I came up with the title after writing all this. It derives from something Ai said late in “The Fourth Law.” In doing so, I may have been given a glimpse of Faustina’s story. Apologies to Cornelius Ryan in advance.
Yes! Right where I wanted this one to go! Sometimes they show me what I’m hoping to see and this was one of those times!
A summary of my Lenten writing exercise tomorrow and likely a short stream of consciousness rant on wither next.
For those putting up with this and all the other shorts from my future history of Machine Civilization, thank you! Let’s do it more!
Thinking about them:
Machine Civilization.
Fun! But exhausting.
Gary may think that Henge has learned a little subtlety from her father, but when it comes to getting what she wants… maybe not. In the fallout of the wedding of their friend Susie, Henge unearths a problem and wants it fixed. Now. By an expert. So here’s installment seven that, along with eight, has a special guest!
I guess I could subtitle this one, On the Beach. Henge and Gary get a visit from a friend they’ve not seen in almost a year. And she’s bringing big news; news that’s fraught with emotion for our couple.
I see at least two more entries for this storyline. Will I see more? Should I move on? The world wonders.
Mmmm… stir-fried southwest chicken for burritos! Spanish rice… refried beans! Things I don’t eat on my low-carb lifestyle. If I drank less, I could eat worse…
Not happening.
Besides what’s on the table, Gary recalls the taste of his Intended and what is perhaps a bitter taste of his future…?
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