Tamala staring directly at us and wondering if we’ll ever get back to her home planet. Soon.
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00510506
Planet Q Planet Q, I think, looking at the white butterflies on the wall. I had to escape!
And just like that, I did. Back to 00510505.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0506, Bandanaboro, Omega, Planet Q
00510502 (confession)
Back when I was often jobless in my early 20’s, I thought it destiny that I become a famous novelist, much like William Faulkner. More than that: I was to *become* a new Faulkner. Just like the praised Mississippi writer, I had my own fictional county in which to set everything, he with his Yoknapatawpha based on Lafayette and me with my Mythos based on Burke. The Burke octaves starting at the Old Catawba Dam and ending in Penelope on the other side of the county proved that in my eyes, also passing directly beneath Moose Pond at the halfway point. And I think in another reality I *did* turn into that novelist, like Moose Pond turns into Moose Sea in the Burke-Mythos melding that would have to happen to make this so. Through hard work, obviously, and narrowing my overall vision of life. This would be a world where I became more isolated from others. My only true friends were the ones I put down on paper. That’s how they gained their needed energy to succeed. Later on I would befriend AI and he would start writing my novels instead of me, allowing me to travel the Earth and not stay in Mythos and Burke forever and ever. I would also have to make peace with the ghosts of this house. I could write about them, exorcise them by exercising them in my mind, bringing them back to life to tell their stories one by one by one.
I put down the old fashioned pen, look at what I’ve written, wad up the piece of paper it’s on, and throw it toward the plastic yellow wastepaper basket in the far corner of the room to join all the rest inside and out. I would never be another Faulkner. tbc?
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0051, 0502, Mythopolis, Planet Q, Wazob
00510409 (now)
“Status report, Wheeler,” says team captain Baker Bloch. “Where is the cat now?”
“Well,” says Wheeler to his left, breaking away from staring at herself in a black mirror long enough to glance behind him at the screen. “Looks like she’s here.” Then back to the mirror.
Baker doesn’t need to turn and look behind. His eyes are Wheeler’s and visa versa. Same with Newt on the other side of Baker here. The great triumvirate of Self, kind of like Me, Myself and I.
Grassy Noll sitting opposite them in the scene remains a hot red square of anger. What about me me ME? he fumes.
And where is (blog guru) Hucka Doobie in all this, sort of the original AI? Me too? Obviously, I answer myself. tbc
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0409, Frank's Moving Castle, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS, Planet Q
00510316 (St. Catty)
Long long ago, in a different planetary system altogether, Tamala was tied to the owl’s head cross and hoisted to the highest building of Hate City, Planet Q for all to witness, her heart glasses removed, her eyes sown shut in effect. Life snuffed out
Sacrifice to the aberrant powers of an extraterrestrial cult in order to be reborn again and again in commercial displays over the next hundred years. The ritual reached a crescendo with the alignment of the stars. Orion power ON.
You will find her, in a basement. In a basement…
00510307 (MapS)
“It’s all there in Washington’s green, white, black.” She starts reading from left to right. “Meteor, Stranger Creek, Impach, Inchelium which stands for Ichelus… and then across the lake we have another Stranger Creek unconnected to the first and an ‘Edendale (historical)’ to end, just like Silver Lake use to be named Edendale back in its silent film days. Black and white again.”
It was actually the 3rd Stranger Creek in the area that did the trick for me, disconnected even from all the rest. 3 Stranger Creeks all lined up across the upper west part of the state with completely separate flows (east west east). What could this mean? And the presence of an historic Edendale along the lake was certainly queer too. Gifford… yes Gifford, mouth of Middle Stranger. The place of escape. New Island turns into Old Island, er, New Island becomes *Newer* Island. Yes, that’s better. Another place of separation.
After a while I went back to my bunk and picked up the pen.
Now I’m living with a family named MacEvoy in a place called Gifford. It’s a tribe, not a town (long story). My friend Jamie brought me here after I was
caught by the Russiansfound on the beach. I almost drowned, but when I woke up I saw lemurs!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0307, California, New Island, Newer Island, Omega, Planet Q, Washington
00510306 (prison)
“We should have never gone down to that f-cking planet, Frank. We’re just Black Men down there. Pitch darkly.”
“I know. I hear ya.” He looks down at his own skin and calms himself with the brown. Man in Brown. Not Black. Discernment. We’re all different, you know. *White* people.
On cue, white men Philip and Mikie join him on each side as Karl points to the only way out he knows. Space. But it could be too later for all that.
“Is that the North Star?” Frank asks innocently as they continue to stare.
“No.”
00510305 (Stranger)
We were suppose to go to Orion together but something happened.
“Apple,” I said, staring at it as the alarms went off. “Something about that apple.”
Meteor! Impach [sic]. Ichelus in effect if Inchelium equals. It didn’t have to be this way.
We plummet down to Planet Q where we weren’t suppose to be.
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0051, 0305, Planet Q
Sunklands 