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PGI, 16

Hard morning at DayJob. twice-per-year physical inventory. Started at 0730 and suddenly it was noon. Anyway, we learn a little bit more about Fusions and what they are capable of. Pai gives a short version of what she saw in Buenos Aires, followed by finally learning why Ildi and Doe were in the area.

A part of that is the old saw, “if you don’t believe in something, you’ll believe in anything.” In Chile, it appears their society is stable – tossing commies out of helicopters will do that for you – and so veneration of Ildi never took root there. The part about the Nazca Lines perhaps being a coded message was gifted to me late yesterday, just before I made dinner for some guests. With Graf being mostly back to health, but probably weak from lack of food, I need to ponder where they will be off to, next.

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PGI, 15

Thanksgiving week here in FUSA, so things got busy. Thus, here’s a larger segment going into the weekend. I realized I had to begin to explain this new race of modified humans, and, as many of you know, I hate walls of text. So, let’s have young (I wonder her age; she must be a teen, I guess) Doe start to bring Graf up to speed.

I’ve already dropped two hints – well, I was told to drop those hints – that there is more to Graf than we think. Fret not: I’ve no idea, either. But one of them is he seems to have an unconscious ability to charm the pants off girls. No, he doesn’t here. But, I wonder if, in the Change, he has some latent psi power to play with others’ minds? The world wonders.

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PGI, 14 (resumption)

I’m comfortable enough with where the anthology is to get back to work. This, for all contented porpoises, will be Part Three of the novel. I not only introduce the character everyone has been talking about, but here and the next few segments get off into weeds about what is a new race and what might be some of the implications of that. Very interesting.

Kinda funny that it opens with Graf recovering from his flu. Last week I was sick for four days, with the third giving me a very high fever, chills, and shakes so bad my wife had to help me to the bathroom. All one week after my flu shot. Gotta love Big Pharma. I’m sending Elon a precis for a startup making crosses; there are going to be a lot of people hanging from them shortly.

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Pai-Graf, 17/17. End Part 1

Ivan has shown up in two of my books, already, and is also in one of tales of my third short story collection, due out in a few days. Vlad is new to me. I found it a little interesting that their older step-sister, Tay, did not take part in this meeting. I enjoy how Ivan forces his kid sister to “show it all” to her Intended, nearly killing him. Again. I also wonder just what Pai saw in Graf. I cannot imaging a child of Reina to be scared.

With some help from an important friend and colleague, I was able to get some words down for Part 2. However, I’ve some “real work” to do in putting together an anthology of like-minded writers, due for release by the end of this year.

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Pai-Graf, 8/x

These girls just won’t stop; it is kind of funny, really. Neither has had a boyfriend before and they are both being made older about that relationship and the complexity between the three of them. Pai thinks she has the upper hand because of vast intellect. Alix does because “I’m good enough and not a fake human.”

Next segment is off to visit Pai’s mom. Constructs, even tribe Tohsaka’s who generally like and get along with humans, are very debilitating and potential fatal.

Personally, a bit better today. Wife came home yesterday afternoon but was still in “Key West Party Girl” mode so instantly started drinking rum smoothies. Her playing music downstairs – loud music – was very rude and disrespectful to me, especially after I asked her twice to turn it down. She better snap out of that shit.

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Pai-Graf, 7/x

These two gals are absolutely catty about what I think are some of the dumbest things. Then again, I’ve worked in hospitals around nurses for nearly fifteen years, so it could be worse. But, I’m here to tell their story, not make one.

Pai’s last line sounds a bit ominous.

In RealLife, I’m slightly worse. Went to bed at 1800, woke up with a mild fever at 0100; barely slept. Dogs went off at 0550 and I damn near died navigating down the steps to let them out and feed them. Finally ate something just now after about 20 hours of nothing. Rather shaky. It makes it hard to “get into” their story when you don’t feel very good.

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Irrational Pai, 1/x

Sometimes a single image is enough to launch a story. I stared at the one below for a day before she started talking to me, telling me a story. This will be one of two for the anthology Tales from the Lemur Throne, vol. 1, due out late this year.

Given her family, she’s a bit clumsy and sometimes has trouble paying attention. Given the setting, it is also a chance for me to look about one of the places in the former US which stabilized after the Change, but never really recovered to a significant technological level. I think this will be fun.

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Starry Sky, 3/x

This took a turn I was not expecting. I wrote all the way to a conclusion, which shall be out in a day or two, and in the process edited out what would have been the opening of this segment. Fed up, Caillie decides to crawl back to her SUV; in the desert, in the dark. Barrett produces a flashlight and shines it down the path she climbed up. The reflective eyes of a mountain lion looked back at them. “The only reason he has not eaten you is he can just make out that I’m here. That has him spooked enough to keep a distance. “Did you – you – really just say ‘spooked’?”

So, instead, things will take a turn for the religious; I mean, the woman is dead, after all. The Four Last Things are “Death, Judgement, Heaven, Hell.” We start down that path now. If that’s not your bag, check back later in the week.

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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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