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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NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (10)

     Maiden Abbot was true to her word and had stood like a raptdactyl ready to dive into a dead carcass, overseeing Terra’s washing of the floor, her shoes, and gathering of her soiled garments.  Pointing to the portal, the furious woman had ordered her to her quarters after confiscating her dinner token.  Terra wasn’t upset over that punishment, since she couldn’t have eaten a bite anyway.  She stood in her child sized zero-gravity mist chamber and let the crystallized water droplets moisten and exfoliate her skin.  Participant-2014-Square-ButtonIn her grief, she stood there so long that the operating system engaged the helpdesk, who asked if she was in need of assistance.  Pressing the “bake button,” as most Ancestrians referred to the radiant ionizer that dried any residual moistness remaining after a wash cycle, she’d donned a robe and curled up in her bunk.  There she’d remained, fetal position, until the following morning when the alarm woke her, and she lifted her wet face from the pillow.


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NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (9)

Participant-2014-Square-Button     Terra opened her eyes instinctively, but saw only the byzantium pool still holding her body lithe and graceful.  She closed them again and remembered the lighted strings that had formed chords as their ends became absorbed into her body.  But they were not here now, at least she did not see them – with her eyes.  She focused on her thoughts and feelings, her history and experience.


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NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (8)

. . . they advanced on the raging crowds as they surrounded them, protecting the allies as they allowed the enemy to flank their defenses.  When the first line of attack was within sight, they used optical links to form a single connection with each, used this as leverage to quickly form a deeper bond, and sought the next line to repeat the tactic.  The rebellious Spindellite dwellers had long since let their knowledge of the kindred connection fade; Participant-2014-Square-Buttonthey had dismissed it into a category they could explain away as superstition.  They did not know how to defend themselves, nor did they understand there was even a need for protection from the eyes of the Lorgose, and each new wave continued the attacked.  When linked with the largest number each could manage, the Lorgose used the volumes they had snared to magnify the bond’s effects.  I cannot describe the scene in great detail, except to say that entire nations, clans, and squads (as their chosen hierarchies had defined) were hit by the consuming voltage at once, and fell to the ground as if a switch had been turned.


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NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (7)

      The smell, as they approached, changed dramatically from the crisp clean air the snow capped ridge line had embraced them in, to one Terra could describe only as a humid soup of new and old growth.  It wasn’t exactly pleasant, the undertones of mold and rotting wood mixed with something like mossy oak and freshly brushed horses.  Participant-2014-Square-ButtonIt struck her as being full of life compared to the long cold journey that led them to this, their final destination point.  All that remained now was the descent.


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NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (6)

Drove by miles of slash pile fires in a dark 330am world coming home from a late shift at work. Cold mist & smoke framed burning orange pyre colonies. An idea formed for an incredible plot twist that’s going to take my #NaNoWriMo to a whole new level.  So here’s a little background to the original plot.

     The Spindellar Ordinance was clear in its directives:  eye to eye contact was forbidden unless medically approved or in the practice of medicine.  Spindellar was the oldest of the laws handed down through the ages by the Ancestors who colonized Kepler-Z.  Unlike other laws, it even explained the dangers and need for its existence.  Participant-2014-Square-ButtonNamed after the the now extinct previous inhabitants of the world they now populated, the ordinance was a mix of science, religion, and history.  It explained the electrophysics in brief about how, for some species in space, the combination of the planet’s natural magnetic forces along with the psychotensive elements many (including humans) radiated, eye contact could cause subversive internal bio-damage.  It was tantamount to murderous intent to break the ordinance.  The history of the Spindellites was proof that beings of less cohesive character could exploit this fact and affect genocide.


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NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (5)

Haven’t written anything since Monday.  Must, keep, going.  Snagged this from first three days of NaNo.

     Participant-2014-Square-ButtonNow Terra fully knelt on the ground surface and began stretching her arms toward the bottles.  The lycra-carbide overalls counteracted the patches of ground that were more laden with magnetic substances and allowed her to scoot from side to side as she gathered them without her iron-rich blood pooling in her knees.  She rose with Maiden Hassium, but kept her head bent, now fixing her gaze on that broken shoelace at the boy’s feet. 


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NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (4)

     Participant-2014-Square-ButtonFrom Shackleton, looking north, the lights of the various huts, houses, and buildings shone like a star map she’d made for a Maiden assignment once.  Uneven increments of various lumens spread out over the rocky pink landscape.  There were outcroppings of the metallic rock scattered here and there, most of them bulbous as if they had bubbled up from some long ago molten metallurgy of the gods.


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NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (3)

     She leaned into Terra and touched her forehead to the girl’s.  The red stubble over his jaw muscle pulsed once as the boy remained still and stared past the thermokiss ritual.  He’d learned of this from the reader he’d been given – Participant-2014-Square-Buttonthat some among the Kepler clan could bio-scan their kinsmen without instruments.  “Psylogeons,” they were called, the modern-sol equivalent of the ancient chemo-walkers he had heard his people, the Lorgose, mention in their folk stories.


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NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (2)

     Bishop Patel was a burly man with a sparse assortment of grey and blond speckled hair on his thinning head.  He walked as if he hid something beneath the maroon trench coat that was characteristic of the uniform.  He lumbered toward Maiden Hassium with an air of superiority and an odor of star-gin emanating from his pores.  “Who am I here to question?” he asked, peering at the woman’s hairline.   He was not aware of the severity that required his visit or he would have tied the lapels of his trigger hand back behind his blasters. Participant-2014-Square-Button


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NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (1)

     Days on this Red Dwarf world were similar to what the Ancestors used to call a month on some blue marble planet they lived on.  That’s why they picked it.  Terra’s people had colonized several worlds, integrating the planetary “Refugees” they discovered on each new planet.  Cognizant of the importance culture and tradition in a group of people, the Ancestors fit wherever they went because their core Participant-2014-Square-Buttonvalues and religion required them to always think of the betterment of others and the perpetuation of life.  Ordinances were the scripture of any people, connected to the central foundation text, and designed to envelope each new set of Refugees so that the colonies could thrive in shared partnerships and organization.  Disregarding or breaking ordinances was unheard of, and Terra could count those repentant ones on one hand in her lifetime.  To find herself among them was devastating and haunting.


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