Civil Wars 2,14

Yes, it’s been awhile. Hey, there’s a reason I’m scheduled for an EEG and an MRI. Sucks to get old. I do love it when a doc who weighs 500+ pounds and cannot take time to comb his hair for an office visit has the gall to criticize my lifestyle choices.

This rather abruptly wraps with the Pataskala arc. It was only there, as is mentioned in the last few lines, to show the rebels/terrorists are operating less than 100 miles from the imperium’s official border. Given the nature of these civil wars, there are likely thousands of disaffected inside the border, as well. As we see at the end, Graf is now worried about his family and so they’re headed there, next.

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Civil Wars 2, 13

Apologies again. I died a little, including a trip to the local county hospital ER. Got better; some kind of seizure. Doc who looked all of thirteen wanted to give me valium. I told him to stick it. He was pissed and my wife laughed once he left. “You’re so charming,” she smiled. “I’ve no reason to be.”

So, in reparations for being silent for a week, here’s 1200 words of Graf and Pai’s encounter with Human Supremicists. They seem nice enough but have ideas which just won’t work in a Changed world, and they cannot understand that. Reading over it, it’s a bit confusing as to when Graf is recalling the encounter and when Pai is seeing to him after; it will make more sense when properly formatted into a book.

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