Bishop Patenkin: NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (16)

Pointing at Tboi, his arm and hand extended were so long they nearly bisected the entire little room.  The Bishop roared, “You deserve to be removed from our sight.  Your stench is so hideous I fear I’ll have to wash for days to remove what biological hazards you carry, you rat.  But instead, you will get a merciful choice from our esteemed and benevolent Ancestrian law.  Participant-2014-Square-ButtonThink on it and answer wisely, for if you manage to return from any pilgrimage here on Kepler-Z, know that I will still be here.  And I will remember your beady eyes and your disgusting mole-like face, Lorgose refuse.”


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Kepler-Z ST: NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (15)

The Sub-Trans, or ST, tunnel was sparsely filled that night as Bishop Patel lead her to the platform.  Kepler-Z was in a solar week and that meant the feint orange light that glowed from the brightest of the two Red Dwarfs it revolved around wouldn’t dim for another three days.  Most Ancestrians, Terra among them, preferred solar weeks as opposed to the alternative.  Participant-2014-Square-ButtonCimmerian weeks, as they were called, happened when the Inner Cities of Shackleton made their way to the dark side of their highly dense and rocky planet.


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NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (14) – Interrogation

“If you are questioned by a Wilkesist, keep your answers as short as possible and tell them no information they do not specifically ask you to tell.  Do not admit to breaking the Ordinance.   No matter how they press you.  Let them count only on what sources they may have that say otherwise.  There are not many, and I do not think the boy would speak ill of you.  Participant-2014-Square-ButtonIf a Bishop questions you, with exception of a few, they will not used skilled word tricks like the agents.  They will use other, painful methods.  If that happens, remember the carbon subnitride damage.  It was painful, but mendable.  You may not yet understand, but believe me Terra, physical pain is nothing compared to lasting emotional pain.”


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NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (13) – Bishop Patel

“Well now, I’d say you’ve just about answered every last question I had on this here matter, Maiden Hassium.  How ‘bout that?  You like to think you can stick t’ a plan in not sayin’ much and,” both Maiden Hassium and Terra jumped when he clapped his hands together on his next word, “POW – just like that, you end up with a Bishop who actually knows how t’ interrogate.  Participant-2014-Square-ButtonDon’t that just twizzle yer tendrils.”  With that he took Terra’s arm and began walking with her toward the portal.


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NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (12)

It was a rather simple theocracy, this system established 500 years earlier when the Ancesterians arrived.  Every two years caucuses gathered and drew lots for the  Rooks who would organize the government for the Pawns and the people.  Every four years the people voted for the Pawns that would represent them in the forum.  Each Pawn had a number of “Reachers” that Participant-2014-Square-Buttonadvised them, called “cabinets”, especially full of Wilkesists, who labored long hours and worked on large mathematical formulas or studying stellar charts another other science, to provide them the data they needed for their decisions.  As far as anyone could tell, the Wilkesists had the least desirable job of any, even lower preferentially than the Travelers who were tasked with searching the galaxy for other places, peoples, and things that could be of benefit to Kepler-Z.


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     The same momentary silence occurred, then the taps, a different sequence this time.  Terra noticed Ingrid’s frightened expression, but before she could question it, Ingrid spoke in a lower pitched voice into the microphone.  “Maintenance channel.  Requesting supplies in segment K, Northern Ed Complex Corridor-West.”  Speechless, Terra watched as the Maiden continued to stare at the console.  There was an even longer pause then before, then static, then another pause.  Participant-2014-Square-ButtonThe words that issued from the speaker moments later made goose bumps bristle the hairs on the back of Terra’s neck. 

“Abort.  They know.”  More static, followed by a click, and the call ended.  Ingrid’s head, weighted down by the heavy dose of fear and uncertainty that had just been transmitted, lowered in defeat until her forehead was propped on the corridor wall.


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Pondering Tiny

Screen from "The Incredible Shrinking Wom...

Screen from “The Incredible Shrinking Woman” (Photo credit: Scurzuzu)

Anyone remember that movie with Lily Tomlin, “The Incredible Shrinking Woman?”  I remember watching that movie as a kid and wishing I could actually recreate the chemical reactions for myself that had led to her shrinkage into tinydom.  What is it about tiny that appeals to us so much?
Did I really want to be little, or just live in an alternate reality or dimension.  Most likely the latter since, I can’t imagine the idea of large hands accosting me and bigger people controlling me sounding all that appealing.  Of course, as an adult, I think about all those times when I’ve felt like I didn’t fit in this world.  I imagine that would be a huge majority of my feelings as a tiny person.  I think about “The Borrowers” whose appeal was not lost on me either.  

I loved all the creative uses for everyday mundane things: a matchbox being retooled as a bed, a thimble as a bucket.  Innovation appeals to me still today.  So perhaps given enough “mundane” elements, I would enjoy this existence.  Living under floorboards, my only work to scrounge and gather food.  A tiny little escape from the pressures and fears of this world and existence.  

The Return of the Borrowers

The Return of the Borrowers (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Then I think of books.  Writing.  I’d have to read HUGE print and worry about getting caught (unless I had a Big Person Protector).  I would have to write longhand with a piece of mechanical pencil lead and scraps of paper.  My hands would get so filthy and tired.  No little Macs in Little Person World.  

Meh.  I’ll stick around in this reality.  It’s not so bad, really.  Too bad the little people scenarios have been done to death.  Storytelling in such environments might be fun.  What do you think?  Is the miniature world idea universally appealing?  Why is it that we find it so fascinating?  What’s the psychology behind that?