RRR, v. 2007.2 – Science-fiction, Part 4
(Round-Robin ‘Riting, for those who came in late.)
Continued from Part Three.
Date: June 8, 2007
Categories: Fiction, poetry, and fanfiction
Saturday, 4 May 2024
Life, the universe, pies, hot-pink bunnies, world domination, and everything
(Round-Robin ‘Riting, for those who came in late.)
Continued from Part Three.
Date: June 8, 2007
Categories: Fiction, poetry, and fanfiction
Okay, I want first post, but I know that pointless posts get zapped and/or fined. Let me think… point… point…
Ah!
A warning to newbies: Please do not do a story post until you have read a summary and/or the entire story. This is a continuation of a previous RRR, not a new one.
Sweet. Now, I shall post the story so far, since it’s short:
Kerj was not a happy soul. Ever since the regenades KRI and JAA had destroyed the Parent’s headquarters, he had not been his usual self. He would keep muttering curse words under his breath, and sometimes exceptionally bad ones.
The only place the Parents still had left was their secret outpost on Mercury. Nobody ever went near the boiling hot planet, as it was useless to try and terraform something that close to the sun. But the Parents had seen it as a place to get some privacy.
LAQ, one of the very few Containers to survive the Great Container Revolt, walked up to Kerj. “SIR,” she said, “WHAT SHALL WE DO ABOUT THE REGENADES KRI AND-”
“QUIET!” Kerj roared. “YOU SHALL NEVER SAY THEIR NAMES IN FRONT OF ME. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”
“YES, SIR.”
“TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION,” Kerj said, “LEAVE THEM ALONE. THEY THINK THEY’VE DEFEATED US, AND IT SHOULD STAY THAT WAY. AS LONG AS THEY DON’T KNOW SOME OF US SURVIVED, THEY WON’T BOTHER US ANYMORE.” He went into a rage of loud cursing at the memories of when he purposely missed a shot fired at Kari. Oh, why hadn’t he given her what she deserved then, before she caused so much destruction?
“Radiation suits?” asked Jaa.
“Check.”
“Food?”
“Not real food,” muttered Ian.
“Oh, don’t be silly,” said Kari. “The Preservers are sure to have real food. Check.”
“Enough fuel to get us to Terra?”
Kari glanced at the fuel light. “Probably.”
This was far from comforting to Ian, but Jaa and Kari seemed to think it sufficient, because Jaa said. “Great! I think we’re ready.”
Ian was glad. Ever since he heard that the Preservers had created a Terran habitat, he was very eager to go.
Ian stepped up the entry stairs to the Victory’s cockpit and strapped himself into one of the control chairs. Jaa and Kari filed in after him.
“Ready for this?” Kari inquired playfully.
Ian grinned. “When have I not been?”
“For the past few weeks,” Kari said.
“Why you…!” Ian exclaimed, half in fury, half in laughter. He was fumbling for the buckle on the straps when Kari started up the engines. All three of them were slammed back into their seats as the Victory accelerated away from the Red Planet.
“I don’t think the Parents are a threat to us anymore,” Jaa said to Kari, who was still a little bit worried about how the Parent’s headquarters hadn’t been totally destroyed. “Even if the bomb didn’t destroy the entire headquarters, I’m sure all the Containers I programmed hunted down every last one. I programmed them to fight to the death.”
“I hope you’re right,” said Kari, sounding just as worried as before.
“I’m sure I’m right,” said Jaa.
It was Ian who realized the impending doom. “Kari,” he said suddenly, “you still have a microchip.”
Kari knew this was a problem. Even if the Parents wouldn’t go after her, the police would, so she needed to get it off as soon as possible.
Even though having a microchip was a real problem, Kari winced at the thought of the pain she had to endure the last time she removed her microchip. “Jaa,” she said, “Hand me an autospear. And some bandages. I’m going to carve the microchip out of my arm.”
Ian turned pale. “Right now?”
“Yes, right now. And I’m looking forward to it a lot less than you are.”
“I don’t like blood . . .” muttered Ian.
“Then don’t look,” said Kari, annoyed. “At least the blood won’t be your own!”
“There’s Terra!” said Jaa, looking at the ship’s radar. He was steering now, as Kari now had one very painful wound on her right arm.
“Are you okay?” Ian asked Kari, as he was willing to look now that her arm was bandaged.
“I’m…..I’m okay,” said Kari. “This hurt a lot less than when I burned the microchip out of my arm.” Ian shuddered at the thought.
“Where exactly are the Preservers on Terra?” Jaa called from the front seat. “The entrance to their underground habitat is right near the South Pole, in the research facilities,” Kari called back.
“And what exactly are they?” Ian asked.
“I’m not sure. They seem to be people who preserved a bit of Terra deep underground. But they somehow know about the Parents and Containers, and they hate them deeply.”
Ian smiled, a little nervously. “Maybe I should go in first.â€
“I think you should,” said Kari. “They didn’t like me the moment I walked in the door.”
“Well, put on your radiation suits,” Jaa said, looking through the main window at the approaching dim-green planet. “We’re coming in for a landing!”
Ian stepped into the rickety elevator and it creaked down, down, down. He was beginning to have misgivings, but he shoved them aside, or tried to. “They are not like the Parents,” he muttered to himself as he descended. “They don’t even like the Parents. I don’t look like a Container. They won’t suspect me.” But it didn’t work very well.
The elevator opened. Ian cautiosly stepped out into the dimly lit tunnel. The fact that it twisted and turned didn’t help. He was getting a bad case of the heebie-jeebies.
“They are not the Parents,” he said to himself again. “And they have a Terran habitat. That I really want to see.” That helped a little bit. He started to walk through the tunnel.
Suddenly he ran back to the elevator in fright when a sudden flash of light lit up the tunnel. Then he remembered Kari’s words: “When you get toward the end of the tunnel, a light will come on. Then there’s a sign, and beyond that is a door. Ignore the sign, and go straight to the door.”
Ian ran back through the now-bright tunnel. Now that he could see fairly far in front of him, he wasn’t as afraid. He went up to the door and opened it eagerly. Then he looked through the door.
He trembled with excitement. This was what Terra was like in it’s golden days! It was so different from what he had imagined, and yet so much better than he expected!
He had no idea that so much beauty still existed in the solar system.
Suddenly, a small, dark-haired boy leaped up from behind a shrub. “Outsider!” he yelled, and began to run down the slope.
Uh-oh, thought Ian, and wished that Kari and Jaa had come with him. Or at least, he wished that until he remembered that them being there would only make it worse.
“Wait, come back!” said Ian, chasing the small boy through the brush. The boy, used to running through dense jungle, quickly got out of Ian’s sight.
Ian looked around. Terra must’ve been a very strange place. Were these “trees”, or some sort of pillar? Were these green flat things good to eat? What was this brown stuff on the ground? Was it good to eat too? Ian tasted some. “AAAG” he gagged, spitting it out. The flavor of this stuff was vile.
He looked around, and spied a few red balls hanging from a “tree”. He reached up to grab one, and it felt suprisingly soft. He took a bite. It tasted really good! He ate it with gusto, and picked another, and was about to eat it too when a voice called out, “STOP!”
Ian turned. A man in a white coat like the one Kari had described was standing about 50 feet away, with the small boy beside him. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING EATING OUR PEACHES?” Ian turned pale. “ARE YOU FROM THE PARENTS?” the man questioned.
Ian found the strength to speak up. “No,” he said loudly, “I’m not fom the Parents, and neither are my friends….We despise them, they tried to destroy my home to create a new Terra…”
The man lowered his tone of voice, and walked closer. “Who are your friends?”
“Um . . .” faltered Ian. “There names are Kari and Jaa. You’ve met Kari. But she’s not a Container! I mean, she is a Container, but she’s a renegade!” The man watched stonily as Ian tried to explain.
“I mean, me and my friends have rebelled from the Parents, and we’ve destroyed them, and now we want to help you….uh….yea.”
“Can you prove this?” the man asked.
“Shouldn’t the fact that they aren’t around anymore be proof enough?” came a clear voice from the door. It was Kari, and with her was Jaa. “We got sick of waiting,” said Kari. “And besides, Terra isn’t exactly a sight for sore eyes.”
Jaa said nothing at all. He was looking around him, his eyes wide with wonder and memory.
He didn’t have the same experience Ian had when he came in. To Ian, everything was new, mysterious, and unknown. To Jaa, it brought back a flood of memories from his earlier days. There’s a tree! he thought. I used to climb those!
“What difference does it make if they haven’t shown up for a few cycles?” barked the man. Jaa snapped out of his reverie.
“You mean they don’t bother you anymore?” Kari asked.
“What do you mean?” said the man. “They’ve been trying to sneak spies in here to find out what we’ve been doing for the past 200 cycles! They keep sending them every few cycles, so I see no reason why you shouldn’t be more spies trying to fool me!”
“Look at Ian,” sighed Kari in exasperation. “Does he look like a Container?”
For once, the man didn’t have a comeback.
“All right,” he finally said. “Come with me,”
“Thank you,” said Jaa, remembering Terran manners.
“You’re welcome,” the man replied gruffly.
They began walking through what seemed to be somewhere between a forest and a jungle. “Be careful not to step on the pitcher plants,” the man said, pointing toward the ground right in front of Ian. What was there looked like a small jar with a spiky lid.
“Thank you,” said Ian, copying Jaa. “I might’ve gotten hurt.”
“What’s that got to do with it?” the man said, carefully stepping over a small shrub. “The pitcher plant is one of the rarest plants we have around here, and it wouldn’t be a nice place around here if the two we have left are trampled on!”
“What’s a plant?” Ian asked suddenly.
“You should probably keep quiet,” whispered Kari. “This person doesn’t seem to be in a good mood.”
But at that strange (thought to Ian it was quite normal) question, the man laughed out loud. “You really aren’t from the Parents, then. A plant is anything that grows in the dirt and has roots.”
“Oh,” said Ian, feeling foolish and knowledgeable at the same time. “A tree has roots.”
“Yes, a tree is a very large plant.”
“Wow,” said Ian, lost for words.
Kari looked back. Ian was still staring at a tree. “Come on, hurry up,” she said. “You don’t want to get left behind!”
“I’m coming,” Ian said.
“We grow all our own food here,” said the man as they walked out of the jungle-forest and into the feilds of Terran crops. “We try to make our lives here as much like it was on Terra 200 years ago as possible.”
“What are those?” said Ian, pointing to a few bushes. He was still curious.
“Those are plants that produce raspberries,” said the man.
“Can I try one?” said Ian. Everything appeared to be edible, but these looked like they had a nice flavor, as opposed to the brown stuff on the ground.
“I do not suggest you eat their raspberries,” the man told Ian. “They are still green. See?”
Ian did not look to see, as he was already running toward the next group of plants.
“What about this?” he asked, indicating a plant with roughly triangular leaves. The man smiled.
“Potatoes,” he said. “You can’t eat the leaves, only the roots.”
“Oh,” said Ian, wrinkling his brow.
Kari grinned at Jaa. “He’s like a child in a candy shop,” she whispered.
“A candy shop full of rare and flavorful candies,” returned Jaa.
Kari figured it was time she got some answers. “Why do the Parents hate you so much?” she asked.
The man sighed. “At the beginning of World War Last, we were all just peaceful scientists trying to preserve our home. That’s why we called ourselves the Preservers. But after we went underground, a man called Sebastian Kahn proposed a radical plan to create a new Terra. We were excited at first, but soon we realized that it would entail the destruction of all life on Mars and several asteroids.”
“This sounds very familiar,” whispered Ian to Jaa.
“We flat-out refused. More than that, since Kahn had violated one of the basic tenets of our society- preservation of life- we expelled him. He took a group of fanatical followers and left.
The society he founded is still around today- or would be, if you hadn’t blown up their headquarters recently.”
“Good Lord,” Jaa gasped. “The Parents? Then Sebastian Kahn-”
“Was the High Patrician, yes.”
That was actually a totally ridiculous thing to do, but fun!
1- Yeah. And the “whole story” that I posted, is the whole Part 3, not the whole story. Because we have to make 3 parts in one novel, and this is the final one.
That didn’t make any sense if you don’t already know what I’m talking about, but who really cares? I can explain it in more detail if anyone wants me too.
Long thread. I wonder why. Anyhow:
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“Well, he’s dead now,” said Jaa, very much relieved. He might have said more, but Ian suddenly broke off with a gasp of terror.
As usual, he hadn’t been listening to the conversation, but this time he had a better excuse. He was gazing around, totally blissful, when he saw it. A large brown thing, with floppy ears and a thing that Ian assumed must be a tail, like some Terran creatures in books had, was coming right towards him at a very fast clip.
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I’m having fun describing Ian’s reaction to ordinary things. This is a dog, if you couldn’t guess.
I suppose we’d better get on with the plot at some point, but in the meantime expect to encounter lots of scenes like this.
Okay…….cool. A new thread. I need to check and see what this High Patrician stuff is and then I will write.
I can’t find it. Can somebody explain?
4 – Yes, this is fun, isn’t it? I was planning to have this sort of scene in one of the Mars rotating habitats, but this does just as well.
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“Help!” screamed Ian, and he ran away, but the thing was faster then him. He fell over as the thing leaped on his back and started to lick him.
“AAAAAUUUGGGHHH!!!!!” screamed Ian. “GET ME OUT OF HERE!”
The man went over and picked the thing up off of Ian’s back. “That would be a dog,” he said, grinning. “Maybe we’d better go inside the main headquarters.”
Ian protested, saying he wanted to stay and explore more of the Terran habitat, even though some of it scared him, but eventually followed Kari, Jaa, and the man into the Preserver’s main building.
The word count so far is 2,348.
Remember, this story should be concluded by word # 15,000.
Okay… new thread!!! Er…. now what? Oh I’ll think of something. (I’m much better at battles)
So far I think there’s only been 1 battle, the great container revolt at the climax of part 2.
Oh bother. Potato leaves aren’t triangular! Change that to “with rounded leaves.”
11 – Done.
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“If we can, sir,” said Kari as she was stepping in, “We’d like to help you with your terra-restoration project.”
“That is a very difficult problem that we are working on,” said the man, heading over to a computer and opening a graph of radiation accumulations over Terra. “We need to get rid of the high concentrations in the former locations of Russia and the United States.”
“Jaa’s a scientist,” Kari said. “Maybe he could help.”
Wait, put ‘of radiation’ inbetween concentrations an in.
Wait, put ‘of radiation’ inbetween ‘concentrations’ and ‘in’.
Jaa crossed over to the screen. “What if you put masses of stable uranicium-136 at strategic points to absorb the radiation? As neutrons bombard it, it will simply deteriorate into tritium, carbon and oxygen. The entire process will take about a century, but you guys have been working longer than that already. Then you can launch swarms of nanobots into the atmosphere to process and neutralize the pollution. After that, it’s a simple case of repopulating the wildlife from the various PTHs. Of course, you’d have to petition the Martian government to use the more exotic ones… ”
The man stared at him in amazement. “You mean nanotechnology has advanced that far?”
“Only with the Parents. I was one of their top scientists before going renegade.”
“We could handle synthesizing the uranicium-136, but… Wait. We always did things in threes. There are two other habitats concealed in remote places on Terra. If I’m correct, Kahn would have followed tradition- he believed that he had created a new, better version of the Preservers. Kahn set up on Callisto, from what you told me, and one of his contacts in Gigacorp was on Io. But there could be another base. If we could find that- it would probably be deserted- we’d find suitable nanotech. ”
“But where could he hide?” Ian asked.
“Not Terra. Mars is out- too big for an artifisphere, too cold for comfort, and too many wars. The asteroids are either colonized or being mined. Ganymede and Europa are too heavily populated, Venus is crawling with Betwers, and we’ve already found bases on Io and Callisto,” Kari said. “So that leaves two places.”
“The outer planets?” Jaa wondered.
“If I know the High Patrician- and I do, having run from him for most of my non-frozen life- he wouldn’t risk going out there. Uranus, Neptune and the Kuiper Belt are all too far away, and there may be space debris between Saturn and Jupiter. You hit an asteroid with your gravity-pulse drive on, and you’re scrap metal. There’s only one more option- but he’d have to go underground.”
“That makes sense, still,” said the man. “I agree- the most plausible place is Mercury.”
“Mercury?” said Ian, incredulous. “Wouldn’t they have to be all like Kerj just to keep from melting before they got underground?”
“Kerj?” wondered the Preserver.
“A favorite of the Parents’,” said Kari. “He has – had – tons of implanted nanobots, and he was practically indestructible.” No sooner had she said that, a fresh wave of worry poured over her. If Kerj was practically indestructible, could he have possibly survived the destroying of the headquarters?
“Actually,” Jaa broke in, “they could have tunneled in from the dark side. A Mercury day is 176 standard, or Terran, days. About half of that is night, so they’d have 88 days before the sun rose again. Plenty of time to get so far under that it wouldn’t matter.” But he, too, had been disturbed by the implications. Had Kerj actually survived? And if he had, wouldn’t he have brought some other Containers and Parents off Callisto with him?
Of the trio, only Ian seemed oblivious to the fact that Kerj might still be alive, and that was probably related to the way he kept glancing longingly towards the door in a way that implied he would rather be outside. Kari and Jaa were good at hiding emotions, and the Preserver didn’t notice their worry.
*whistles* Oh yay people wrote a lot!!!!!!!!!!!! *reads* Science-fiction this is!
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“Has there ever been any colonization of Mercury?” Kari asked.
“As far as I know, never,” the Preserver said. “It would be too expensive to build a vast underground network of cooling devices.”
“The Parents had plenty of money and materials,” said Jaa, “But many of the products were produced by the Gigacorp facility on Io, and Io no longer exists.”
“That’s also where they kept their money,” Kari added. “In deep underground vaults.”
“So even if Kerj escaped with a few others, he would never have the money or resoucres to set anything up on Mercury,” said the Preserver.
“Unless they had set up something beforehand!” Kari exclaimed.
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“AN EXAMINATION OF MERCURY’S POSITION RELEVANT TO THE SUN HAS REVEALED THAT OUR SECRET ENTRANCE IS NOW IN THE REGION OF MERCURY THAT CURRENTLY HAS 600-DEGREE TEMPERATURES,” the Container reported.
Kerj swore. “GET OUT THE HEAT SUITS,” he said angrily. “WE’RE GOING TO NEED THEM.”
“YES SIR.” the Container went off to retrive them.
Kerj walked into the control room. SAJ was pioliting the ship. “SEARCH KARI’S MICROCHIP,” he said.
“BUT KRJ-” SAJ said, “SHE DOESN’T HAVE A MICROCHIP.”
“I MADE SURE A NEW ONE WAS INSERTED INTO HER BEFORE SHE ESCAPED FOR THE 6TH – OR IS IT THE 7TH TIME? ANYWAY, SHE PROBABLY STILL THINKS SHE DOESN’T HAVE ONE AND HASN’T TAKEN IT OUT YET.”
“GOOD, SIR.” SAJ typed in Kari’s ID code and pressed Enter. An image zoomed in on a blank area of space. “SHE APPEARS TO BE SOMEWHERE IN-BETWEEN JUPITER AND THE REALM OF ASTEROIDS.”
“EXCELLENT,” Kerj said. “IF SHE STARTS COMING CLOSER, GET THE MAGNABEAMS AND NUKES READY.”
SAJ carefully steered the Orca closer to Mercury, which was coming into view.
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Since Kari didn’t destroy her microchip with a firecracker, but merely cut it out and disposed of it, it is floating in the middle of the space where she dumped it out.
20- No offense, but you did it again. “Search KRI’s microchip,” not Kari’s.
21 – *slaps self* I keep doing that, don’t I?
22- Yeah, but I can’t blame you. I mean, she was Kari long before she was KRI.
23 – Well, yeah. I was so worried about making Kerj KRJ in Container-talk that I completely forgot about Kari.
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“So what do you think we should do next?” Kari asked the Preserver back underground on Terra.
“As Jaa suggested, probably the best thing to do right now is to start breaking down the radiation with uranicium-136. But we don’t have any stored down here and we try to avoid outside trips as much as possible.”
“We could fetch it,” voluntered Ian, who knew they would have to travel through the Terran habitat again at least twice if they got the uranicium-136 for the Preserver.
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This RRR is so productive compared to the other RRRs I’m almost embarrased sometimes.
I’ll be gone for a few days, just to let you know.
I have a question. I haven’t been following this RRR since the first thread, when I actually contributed, and I was wondering, what’s with the capital-letter speak?
26 –
1) If you’re lost, go to the Terraformed edit thread. The complete text of both parts 1 and 2 are there. From then, you can find the entire text of Part 3 at the top of this thread.
2) The Parents and non-regenade Containers talk in all-caps.
26 –
1) If you’re lost, go to the Terraformed edit thread. The complete text of both parts 1 and 2 are there. From then, you can find the entire text of Part 3 at the top of this thread.
2) The Parents and non-regenade Containers talk in all-caps.
Huh? What happened? Why’d it submit twice?
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“Do you even know where to get any?” Kari questioned Ian.
“Er…no…” Ian said in a small voice.
Jaa quickly intervened. “They mine it in asteroid 8128_AIRE,” he replied.
“But the 8128 asteroids are on the other side of the sun!” Kari exclaimed.
“I never said we were going there.” Jaa looked at the Preserver. “Do you know of any other places where uranicium-136 is mined?”
“Me?” the Preserver looked suprised. “I didn’t even know you could obtain it from as close as the asteroid realm. All I know is that a while ago space probes found a few deposits of it on Triton, but Triton is too cold for any machinery to properly work there. That, and it’s too far away.”
26, 27- Actually, they originally talked in coded caps, but it’s optional. When someone is in a hurry, they ignore it.
Yes, Kiki, join us!
30 – I abandoned the practice shortly after Part 1 was finished, because when you c+p it onto a Word Document the coded text doesn’t retain it’s special font.
“Oh,” said Ian. “I see. So we aren’t going after all?”
Kari rolled his eyes. “No, Ian, we aren-”
“Yes,” said Jaa.
“Are you crazy?” burst out Kari. “It’s AUs away! Can’t we just . . . I don’t know, relax? Stop having so many adventures for a few days?”
“I have to have Terra back,” said Jaa. “I remember everything now.” His eyes were sparkling. “I want it to be like it used to be. Back when I was a kid.”
“You still are a kid,” Kari informed him firmly. “No matter how smart you are or when you were born. We’re all kids. Can’t we live like them for once?”
Why did I write his? I meant her.
33 – I don’t know.
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“Look,” said Jaa, “It’s not the same now. Pretty much all the Parents have died, and if any survived they’re scraping out a home on Mercury or wherever. We won’t be in the same perilous position that we have been in before.”
I’m writing a history of this story. Clearly I’m bored.
Anyone wanna see it? Actually, that is beside the point. You’re seeing it, period.
The Sci-fi RRR was created on February 2, 2007. On February 3, Prarilius Canix posted the first segment of story in Comment 25, quickly followed by several more story posts by various people. The first confusion appeared on February 11, in Comments 45 and 46, due to conflicting posts by Shadow049 and Shadowkat, but was corrected by Kiki the Great, in Comment 54 on February 12. The Containers were created by Pentatonikk in Comment 49, and developed more thoroughly in Comments 57 to 65. The story continued smoothly for a while, but began to peter out in late February. In early March two people arrived, both newcomers, grnqween2011 and daviddude. Despite this, the RRR began to look decidedly dead. In Comments 95 through 97, several hurried endings were tried, but were dispelled by Pentatonikk on March 8, along with a promise to write later. On March 15, Lord Ragevuire the Shadow Mage appeared. The story went fairly smoothly for a time, but then Alice, another newcomer to the blog, followed up a link by daviddude and found the RRR. Her debut post stated that she had writer’s block, but on March 29, she posted her first and not-very-good piece of story, and unwittingly created one of the main weapons in Terraformed. Slight confusion ensued, but with the four writers, the thread remained active. On April 5, FrigidSymphony appeared, asking for a synopsis. He never returned. In Comment 183, on April 6, Prarilius Canix returned from a long absence and brought into play the Preserved Terran Habitats. Ian and Kari were captured in between posts 191 and 192, and Kerj appeared for the first time in Comment 194. The story remained comprehensible, and on April 10, a new thread was made, a rare occurrence, since the old thread had only 211 posts. On the new thread, Kiki the Great admitted that she was not cut out to be Keeper, and surrendered the position, preferring to stick with writing. In Comment 10, Prarilius Canix pointed out the several inconsistencies in the last 12 posts, and the story was rewound to before Comment 209 on the previous thread. A few of the original writers retuned to gape in awe at the length of the story, but other than that, nothing groundbreaking happened. A MuseBlogger known as pie parade appeared briefly. In Comment 39, agagabagabag made a single post and was never seen again. There was slight confusion, but it was fixed fairly guickly. In Comment 62, it was revealed that Kerj and Kari were siblings. The end of Part One was made by Prarilius Canix on April 17 in Comment 82. The writers proceeded to edit it, until a new editing thread was made on April 19. On April 28, Comment 102, Prarilius Canix said that it was the first RRR ever to have conclusion. It was immediately proposed that they write a sequel, and it was begun by Alice in post 121, on April 19. The same day, some 12 posts later, she made a list of all contributors. Throughout the editing, Cat’s Meow was prominent, but she posted only once, in Comment 271. On April 26, in Comment 204, one of the original contributors, twilightswordsman, reappeared, and disappeared again. The second thread lasted 316 posts, but a third was created on May 1. The third thread attracted no newbies, oddly enough, but on May 9, Comment 63, Lord Ragevuire the Shadow Mage returned, but neglected to write, saying he had writer’s block. From May 12 to May 19, E2MB (formerly daviddude) was on vacation and only five story-posts were made in that period. In Comment 158, on May 24, E2MB fleshed out one of the false endings and created the Preservers. The sequel, hereby known as Callisto, was finished on May 28, in Comment 203, and continued on the same day, 10 posts later. Both Lord Ragevuire the Shadow Mage and Prarilius Canix disappeared for a considerable amount of time in late May and early June, but both reappeared before the fourth thread, which came into being on June 8. Kiki the Great came back long enough to ask a few questions, having been seen only briefly since the second thread, but as of yet has written nothing.
It was actually really fun to put together.
You know what’s weird? Amanda, one of the original writers, posted a desperate plea for help, and since then has not been seen. Strange, no? What’s the point of asking people to come and write, if you don’t come back to see who replied?
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“Pretty much all?” echoed Kari suspiciously. “You mean that they didn’t all die?”
The Preserver noticed this, even if he had failed to catch the more subtle implications. “What do you mean?” he asked thunderously. “I thought you said that you had destroyed them!”
37 – I thought that weird too. She’s been around since the beginnings of MuseBlog.
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Jaa stuttered. “I mean, Kerj is so indestructible he might have survived, depending on his position relative to the bomb when it went off.”
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For some reason this doesn’t seem to line up quite right with posts 17 & 18.
36 – Very cool. It sounds like a Wikipedia article. [/random generalization] Though I see that you are modest about your contributions.
The sci-fi RRR in a nutshell (for those who don’t have much time to read Alice’s):
PC started the story 2/3/07, and many people breifly appeared for about 2 weeks, posted several times, then left. Gradually the once extremely active RRR lost writers. Eventually, the sci-fi RRR was on the verge of abandonment, but one last cry from a leaving writer brought 2 new people (green qween and E2MB), who attempted to end the story right then and there. However, this ended in confusion and was deleted from the story. Then nobody posted for a week (except for a daily “Helloooooooo?” post from E2MB). Then two new writers appeared (alice and LR) and the story moved on bravely forward once again. Then PC (the origional poster) came back and the story continued with such gusto it was concluded quickly, 2 months and 17 days after it’s start. A sequel was immediately started, though throughout the entire course of it’s writing, only one new contributer came, Cat’s Meow. She posted once, then left MuseBlog shortly after never to be seen again. But with 4 dedicated writers (PC, Alice, E2MB, and LR) and a few random contributions from some of the origional writers, the sequel was soon completed. A sequel to the sequel was immediately started, and though it is being written relatively quickly, has yet to accumulate any new writers.
38- Hmm, you’re right. Oh well.
I liked writing that.
I don’t think that it posted.
39 –
1) So what should we do? Start writing off of post 34 or 33?
2) Great.
3) What posted?
40-
1) ?
2) It is, isn’t it?
3) My comment. I thought it might 2post.
41-
1) If posts 37 and 38 don’t fit quite right, do we start again from 34 or 33?
2) Yea.
3) Oh.
42- 34. Why go very far back when you don’t need to?
43 – Okay.
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“But we don’t have any money!” Kari exclaimed, exasparated.
“Wouldn’t the Preservers lend us the money?” Ian replied.
“We haven’t used money in a hundred and fifty years,” said the Preserver. “I don’t even know what type of currency is used anymore.”
“Betrens for most everywhere,” volunteered Ian, “and [insert interesting currency name] on Ceres. I don’t know what else.”
45- Cores.
“We don’t have any betrens,” the Preserver said sadly. “Only dollars.”
“What are those?” Ian asked.
“Ancient Terran money,” Kari answered.
“But that doesn’t matter,” Jaa said. “We have at least 40 betrens in our ship, and if we help the Preservers fix up Terra then if any Parents are still alive they won’t need this mad desire to create a new Terra because the origional one has been fully restored!”
“I wish you’d stop talking about the Parents as though they were alive,” said Kari, shuddering visibly. “They’re NOT, and we don’t have to worry about them anymore.”
Hi, just letting you guys know I’m hre, because if I don’t you always seem hopelessly lost. I’m joking.
“All right,” said Jaa, trying to calm everyone down. “Kari and I will head to Mercury in the Victory to investigate the Parents base-”
“If there is a Parents base,” Kari said, but Jaa ignored her.
” -and if possible, get hold of some nanotech. Do the Preservers have any ships?”
“There are some in the old research station above ground.”
“Okay, Ian will go to 8128-AIRE in one of those and purchase some uranicium-136.”
“That won’t work,” the Preserver said. “For this plan, we’d need thousands of tons of uranicium-136.”
“Obviously,” Jaa said, “you aren’t familiar with the Rosenberg process.”
“Actually, we are, but it’s only theoretical, and completely impractical.”
“Not since I perfected it.” This elicited a startled gasp, but Jaa plowed on. “It requires large amounts of carbon and oxygen- quite plentiful elements- and only small amounts of tritium and uranicium-136. When made into a colloid and subjected to high-wavelength radiation such as an epsilon beam, the resultant excited protons- ”
“Cut the technical detail,” snapped Kari.
“With certain equipment, we can make large amounts of uranicium-136 out of other elements and a small amount of uranicium.”
“Okay, then. Let’s go.”
“Hang on!” cried Ian. “I’m going alone? To 8128-AIRE? I can’t even [the word eludes me. Fly? Drive? Steer?] a ship! I can’t!”
“You can learn the same way I did,” Kari said mischievously.
“How?”
“Trial and error.”
Despite his protests, Ian was dragged bodily across the habitat and into the elevator. Jaa held him down while Kari grabbed several radiation suits and located a hangar. Ian was shoved unceremoniously into his suit, and once Kari and Jaa had put theirs on, they dragged him down the hall, through a door, and into the cockpit of a ship that looked as though it was two hundred years old. Which it was.
51 – Control.
Lotsa new posts.
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Kari and Jaa ran off, leaving Ian and the ancient Terran ship alone.
Ian was steamed. He hadn’t even got to see the Terran habitat a second time! He stared at the control board, hoping that there would be less things to control, as this was an old spaceship and was probably simpler.
To his horror, it was quite the opposite. The control board extended to parts of the wall and the ceiling. (Ian wondered how he would reach those, when he remembered old Terran ships didn’t have artificial gravity.) Apparently this ship’s computers didn’t control and monitor everything the way new interplanetary ships did. 20 pounds of lists sat next to the main seat, filled with a schedule of things to check. Ian picked up Volume 1 and looked at the first page.
+1 hour(s)
� Check water vapor gauge.
� Make sure the needle is between 2 and 3.
� If not, turn up the crank until the needle is between 2 and 3.
� Check air pressure gauge.
� Make sure the oxygen gauge is on.
� Check oxygen gauge.
� Check carbon dioxide gauge.
� Check main oxygen pipe.
� Check sub-oxygen pipe, located to the left of the oxygen pipe.
� Check the helium pipe.
� Check the hydrogen pipe.
� Make sure the urine sacks are empty.
� If they are not, insert them in slot 28.
� Take them out after 6 minute(s).
+2 hour(s)
� Make sure the water vapor gauge is still on.
� Check water vapor gauge again.
� Make sure the needle is between 2 and 3.
� If not, turn up the crank until the needle is between 2 and 3.
� Check the...
But Ian could read no more.
Kari peered in to see his progress. “Aw, man, don’t tell me you’re actually reading the manual. Just start pressing buttons. I learned that way, and I’m still here.”
“But what if something blows up?”
“Then thank your lucky stars this is only a test run and won’t be going into space. Yet.”
Ian buried his head in his hands.
Kari took pity on him. “All right, you can take the Victory. Most of the complicated stuff is automated nowadays. All you have to know is the steering joystick, the accelerator, the retro-rockets, the maneuvering jets and the gravity-pulse drive.”
“That still sounds complicated.”
Kari lost patience. “It’s either that or this.”
Ian sighed. “All right, I’ll try it.”
We’re approachin 1/3 the length of Part 2.
Ian looked desolately around the cockpit of the Victory. What had once seemed so familiar now was new and frightening. He had piloted a ship only once, and that hadn’t really counted. He had only held the joystick, and Kari could have, in a pinch, taken control. This was different. This time he would be alone for ages.
You know, these past two threads haven’t attracted ANY newbies. And that sucks, because with only four writers, the different writing styles become SUPER obvious. Though I suppose the fact that I can’t remember whether or not I wrote certain bits is a sign that it’s not too obvious.
57 – They probably think it would take too long to read our 36,000-word novel before joining.
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He sighed, and turned on the ignition. Terra, with the gravity it had, required a lot more fuel to lift off than the other colonized planetoids. After a few minutes, the Victory lifted off.
Ian set the ship on autopilot, and wandered around the cockpit, wondering what to do in the several hours it would take to get to the asteriod realm. He looked around at all the things the Parents had stocked the Victory with. He wondered if they had stocked it with anything to eat. He opened a compartment on the upper left wall.
Inside were maps of the different minor hyperspace wormholes, common routes from planet to planet, and of the barren surfaces of planets in Solana not yet visited by humans. Then something caught his eye.
An old green disk lay in the back, marked with the words “OLD PLANET”. Ian, seeking refuge from impeding boredom, brought the disk out and inserted it into a flip-up screen on the wall. Text immediately started to load. Ian glanced at the first few words – “ENTER 54’40” AND 20’33” WHEN THAT SIDE IN DARKNESS. ENTER 21’6” AND 55’21” WHEN THAT SIDE IN DARKNESS.”
What in the name of Terra is this supposed to mean? Ian wondered.
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(It’s the longnitude and latitude of the entrances to the Parent’s secert Mercury base.)
58- Hmph. I would read a 36,000 word novel (and all the other posts on the old threads) without (much) hesitation. Does that mean I’m crazy or does it mean I’m dedicated?
I’ll join, if you need another writer. I’ll probably have to start next month, though, because I’m leaving for Mexico in a few days. But around the middle of June I have a 10 hour car trip to get to MI (where I will be spending the majority of the summer), and I can read the threads during that time. How does that work?
60- Oh would you? Thank you so much! I know that this is a really active thing and it isn’t necessary to have more writers, but the different writing styles look a lot more like . . . well . . . different writing styles.
You know what we should do when we’re done with this one? We should develop this:
The entire asteroid belt was coming under the banner of the mining barons, and Ceres was the last of the lonely little planetoids that retained some degree of freedom. Kari knew. She’d seen the corruption on Ida, Dactyl, and XG1 23- the list went on. Ceres was going to fall. It was inevitable.
We could have one of the kids – Ian would be best – get kidnapped or arrested for blowing up Io and the various other crimes that our trio has committed, and then Kari and Jaa would have to rescue him (naturally) and they would find out that the Solan Republic was really doing something bad. I’m going to snip that nice little paragraph because it doesn’t fit with this story, but it would make a good sequel.
62-OOOOH….Yeah….
59 – Well, you are, in an aspect, unique on MuseBlog. You’d join pretty much any RRR, even if it includes stuff you don’t like (like RRR 2007.5), since you’ve said your mission is to leave no RRR unfinished. So I’d say you’re pretty darn crazy dedicated.
60 – Oh yes, join us. This thread is very active, but it’s always good to…you know…have another brain working to devise more plot.
62 – Good idea! That could be the first part of CERES, if we’re not too exhausted by then.
Outline of the series, so far:
Book 1 – Terraformed: IO
Book 2 – Terraformed: CALLISTO
Book 3 – Terraformed: MERCURY
Book 4 – Terraformed: TERRA (from my idea)
Book 5 – Terraformed: CERES (from Alice’s idea)
I shall explain book 4. Book 4 documents Ian, Kari, Jaa, and the Preserver’s progress on terraforming Terra. We can put it after CERES, but it seems a little more logical this way.
Exhausted is right. But who cares!
This thing is going to be so long . . . Let’s say 16,000 words a book (to be on the safe side) and 5 books. Therefore, we have about 80,000 words. Wait a minute . . . *does double take* 80,000 words!?!?!?!?!? *faints*
Let me get this straight. Is this still in the one book? Because I know that I would be more likely to pick up this story if it was in one book rather than several, but 80,000 words is an awful lot . . .
65 – On a related note: J R Tolkien wanted his story to be one big book, but the editors refused because it wasn’t physically possible to publish it that way!
Well, whenever I look at an 80,000-word novel I get a little afraid. Where will I ever find enough time to read it?
If we put them out as a series, people with short attention spans (which is most everybody nowadays) will read the small first book, and then eagerly read the small second book as soon as it’s published, then the third, etc.
But maybe we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves. Maybe we should write the stories first.
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He flipped down the screen and went over to the control board, looking at all the buttons. He noticed a new one he hadn’t seen before. It had a label that read, “FIND KRJ.” Ian, curious, pressed it.
An image zoomed in on Mercury’s dark side. The words at the bottom of the image read, “KRJ LOCATED: MERCURY 54’40” 20’33”.”
Ian ran over to the flip-up screen again. He double checked the numbers. Yes, 54’40” and 20’33” were there. Something was very suspicious about this. He had to tell Kari and JAa.
Ian picked up the radio and dialed the Victory‘s number. Only after the busy signal beeped did he realize that he was on the Victory, and that Kari and Jaa were on an unregistered ancient Terran ship. Ian slumped into the pilot’s chair, and pounded random buttons on the radio in frustration.
Suddenly a voice crackled. “THIS IS KRJ,” a voice said. Ian’s eyes opened wide.
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Now we’re wide open for new plot development.
64- I forgot to say, thank you. For saying that I am unique and crazy, both of which I will take as compliments.
66-Two “R”s. Just thought I would mention.
66- We’re getting way ahead of ourselves, but I just have to say: I find small books really irritating, because they’re so small, and therefore will last me about half an hour, which I HATE.
And weirdly enough, I can’t take it from there.
69 – Maybe we could publish them in groups of three.
AGH. I haven’t been following this. Are the “books” E2MB mentioned all part of TERRA: formed or was that idea discarded?What book is the first thread? What book is this thread? Why is the first book called Io if at fist it takes place on Ceres??? AGH!
All the books are part of TERRA: formed. The first thread is Book 1. This thread is book 3, but the books are theoretically going to be published in one volume, because they’re short. The first book is called Io because that’s where the climax takes place.
71- When we had finished the first book, everyone wanted to write a sequel, but the story was really short. So it was decided that we would write a couple more stories roughly the same size, since we wanted a sequel anyways, and compile them all into one book. So the first thread and some of the second is Io, the second and some of the third thread is Callisto, and this thread and some of the previous is Mercury. They are called that because those are the bases of the Parents that Ian, Kari, and Jaa destroy.
65 – Books 4 and 5 can be smaller than the first 3.
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“WHO IS THIS? DID YOU MANAGE TO ESCAPE THE EXPLOSION ABOARD THE SHIP DUBBED ‘THE VICTORY’?”
“Err…” Ian stammered. “Yes, yes, I did.” He couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“WHAT IS YOUR ID CODE?” Kerj asked over the radio.
ID code? Does he mean name? thought Ian. “Ian,” he quickly said.
Kerj, aboard his ship, quickly scanned IAN the container’s chip. As IAN the container’s body had vaporized in the explosion, the scanner could not find a location. “DID YOU REMOVE YOUR MICROCHIP?” Kerj spoke angrily into the phone.
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Whoa. I’ve written the last 3 segments.
74- Why, though? Ah, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
As for that section, Ian is pronounced “ee-un” and therefore KRJ would never mistake him for “eye-ai-en.” Am I being too picky?
75 – I pronounce IAN “eeun”, KRJ “kerge”, LAQ “laque”, SAJ “sahge”, etc. Do you pronouce them letter for letter like “kay are jay” or “el ay cue”, etc?
76- Considering that they are letters, I do.
Okay, I’ll redo the post.
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“WHO IS THIS? DID YOU MANAGE TO ESCAPE THE EXPLOSION ABOARD THE SHIP DUBBED ‘THE VICTORY’?”
“Err…” Ian stammered. “Yes, yes, I did.” He couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“WHAT IS YOUR ID CODE?” Kerj asked over the radio.
ID code? Does he mean name? thought Ian. “Ian,” he quickly said.
Kerj, standing on the surface of Mercury, had a puzzling expression on his face. “ARE YOU EVEN A CONTAINER?” he asked.
“Er… yeah,” Ian said. “I-A-N.”
“OH, RIGHT,” Kerj said. “STUPID OLD MODELS, ALWAYS TURNING THEIR ID CODES INTO NAMES…” Ian heard him muttering.
Then Kerj’s voice came back suddenly. “DID YOU REMOVE YOUR CHIP?”
“Um, no, it got, um, fried by the radiation.”
“ALL RIGHT. WHAT DO YOU WANT?”
Ian had a brainwave. “Clearance to land on Mercury. This ship is almost broken down, though, so I’m landing on Terra to pick up a ship from the Antarctic research base. I’ll be coming in in that one.”
“VERY WELL.” Kerj cut off the transmission. Ian grinned. Now Kari and Jaa would have no problems infiltrating the Parents base.
“Umm,” faltered Ian. If he said he was, he could gett into any amount of trouble. But if he said he wasn’t, it would mean certain death. “Um, yes,” he said.
I assume we’re using 79?….
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The Parents were loading all the supplies into the secret passageway toward their underground base. Once they had all their supplies inside the base, they could shut off the door so nobody could find them. Kerj stood guard, making sure no other ships were happening to come near.
“SIR?” LAQ peered through the doorway of the ship, though she couldn’t do it very well with her bulky heat suit.
“I DON’T UNDERSTAND IT,” Kerj muttered to himself, staring at the radar. “KRI HASN’T MOVED FOR THE PAST 7 MERCURY-HOURS…”
“SIR,” LAQ spoke up. “ALL THE SUPPLIES ARE LOADED INTO THE TUNNEL.”
Kerj turned around. “GOOD,” he said, “BUT WE’LL HAVE TO WAIT. ANOTHER ONE OF OUR SHIPS IS COMING.”
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“How are we going to find a few Parents, let alone anything, on Mercury?” Jaa asked Kari, who was busy checking all the pipe pressures. “This old Terran shuttle can’t even track microchips, and it’s going to melt as soon as we land.”
“I sure hope Ian is happy we let him take the Victory,” Kari grumbled.
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They have heat suits, by the way, so they’ll be able to survive on Mercury. But their ship won’t.
81- Yeah.
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Kari and Jaa were still trying to get the Terran shuttle off the ground when the Victory landed. Ian, clad in a radiation suit, came practically bounding out of it, clearly bursting with news.
“What is it?” Kari asked sourly.
Ian could only gasp for a moment or two, then he said, “Kerj is on Mercury! And I told him I was going to land there! He thinks I’m IAN.”
So Ian went back to tell them the news?
Yeah, why not?
84 – I wasn’t sure.
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Jaa poked his head out the door. “What?” he said.
“The Parents DO have a secret base on Mars!” said Ian. “And I know where it is!”
“Hold it!” said Kari. “Your job was to get uranicium, not go to Mars and find the Parents. That was our job!”
72, 73- Thanks-a-mundo! NOW I get it.
85- Mercury.
87 – Sorry, mind spaceout.
“Yes, but now you can get in unnoticed!” Said Ian in euphoria.
Jaa was very skeptical. “How did you get all the way to Mercury and back here in just 2 Terran hours?”
“I didn’t,” said Ian. “I accidentally called him on the radio.”
Kari waas both curious and dissapointed. Kerj was still alive. “How do you know if the Parents have a secret base on Mercury?” she asked. “Did Kerj tell you?”
“No,” said Ian. “I found another way.” He motioned for them to come inside the Victory as he climbed in.
“I found this button on the control board,” Ian continued, “That said, ‘Find Kerj’. So I pressed it, and a graphic display showed me right where Kerj was.”
“Which was where?” Kari asked.
“On Mercury!” Ian said proudly.
Plot idea: all 3 of them now go to Mercury in the Victory, forgetting about the uranicium, have adventures, defeat the Parents once and for all, remember the uranicium, and then part 4 starts (which chronicles their progress with terraforming Terra).
92- Yeah! And they spend a little while on Terra, then Ian is kidnapped by the Solan Republic and Kari and Jaa go to rescue him. The trio discovers that the whole solar system except for Terra is governed by some terribly corrupt people, and they do something about it.
91- I don’t get it. Why would the Victory have a button marked “Find Kerj” in it? I know that it originally was an escape pod from the Parents mothership, but Kerj wasn’t important enough to have a “find” button in every escape pod. Let me modify that.
“I was pressing buttons randomly,” Ian said, “and by accident I hit this button marked “Find Container.” It must be a locater device left over from when the Victory was a Parents escape pod. So I typed in KRJ, and it showed me right where he was.”
“Which was where?” Kari asked.
“On Mercury!” Ian said proudly.
Kari gaped. “And what did you say to him?” she asked apprehensively. If she knew Ian, he would have said something idiotic that ruined everything.
“I told him I was a Container,” Ian said. “And that I was going to land on Mercury.”
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I haven’t been writing much, sorry.
94 – Then can you redo post 66 too?
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“Which Container did you say you were?” said Jaa.
“IAN,” Ian said.
“That senile old guy?” Kari’s suspicions suddenly hopped into her mind again. “But what – ”
“Let’s go,” said Jaa quickly, climbing into the pilot’s seat. “If what Ian said is correct, Kerj is expecting us any minute now. Let’s go.”
He flipped down the screen and went over to the control board, looking at all the buttons. He noticed a new one he hadn’t seen before. It had a label that read, “FIND CONTAINER.” Ian, curious, pressed it. Suddenly, a keyboard with all the letters of the alphabet folded out from the control panel. Following a hunch, Ian pressed “K”, “R”, and “J.”
An image zoomed in on Mercury’s dark side. The words at the bottom of the image read, “KRJ LOCATED: MERCURY 54’40” 20’33”.”
Ian ran over to the flip-up screen again. He double checked the numbers. Yes, 54’40” and 20’33” were there. Something was very suspicious about this. He had to tell Kari and JAa.
Ian picked up the radio and dialed the Victory’s number. Only after the busy signal beeped did he realize that he was on the Victory, and that Kari and Jaa were on an unregistered ancient Terran ship. Ian slumped into the pilot’s chair, and pounded random buttons on the radio in frustration.
Suddenly a voice crackled. “THIS IS KRJ,” a voice said. Ian’s eyes opened wide.
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97 – Okay, thanks.
I just realized that Jaa says “let’s go” twice in post 96, so delete the second time he says it.
99- No, it sounds good! More urgent.
100 – Okay.
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Kari and Ian barely had time to buckle themselves into their seats before Jaa started the engines and the Victory lifted off.
I’m going to be gone for about 5 days starting tomorrow, so don’t wonder where I’ve been.
Grrr!!!! Writer’s block!!!!
103-Join the club.
Okay, this is kind of random, but PC, you are 12/13 and please tell me you live in CA, because I’m looking for Californian MBers. (‘Cause I am one.)
105- He lives in California somewhere, I know. Just like everyone else on the west coast…
Ugh.
106 – Northern California.
I am writing this from a library computer in Carmel.
“All right,” said Jaa, turning on the autopilot. “What now?”
“Well, we should come up with a plan for what to do when we get to Mercury,” Kari said.
What book are we working on now? Still 2? 3?
109- 3. Its title is Mercury. Then 4 (Terra) then 5 (Ceres). After that, we shall beg the GAPAs for a publishing thread, and think about making publishing preparations. But I think I’m getting ahead of myself (and everyone else.)
“Uh, guys,” said Ian. “I don’t look like a Container. How will I get into Mercury? And won’t Kerj recognize you two?” His ecstasy was wearing off, and he was giving into his worries.
Kari frowned. “You’re right.” All Containers shared the same coloring, and looked enough alike to be brothers and sisters, yet it was easy enough to tell them apart, as it would be easy to tell brothers and sisters apart. The only Container Ian had ever seen who looked unlike the other Containers in every way save his coloring was the man on the rotating screen, who had explained project Neoterra the day that Ian and Kari had been captured, and he, Ian had later learned, had been one of the Parents.
“How about this,” Jaa said. “If we land a little bit away from where they are, we can probably sneak up and join the small crowd of containers that are waiting for our arrival and find out about their secret base on Mars.”
“But that wouldn’t work because – ” Kari’s voice was cut off but the ship’s radio.
“This is the interplanetary police calling,” a voice spoke. “We have traced some extremely serious crimes to you, which are punishable by instant death. These include attempted massacre, blowing up a planet…” Ian slumped into his chair, wishing he had never gotten involved in all this.
“If you would like to surrender now,” the voice continued, “we shall humanely execute you. But if you would prefer a little chase first…” – a dramatic pause – “you don’t want to know what you’re in for.”
“Never!” said Kari, shaking a fist at the radio. “We shall never give in!”
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On library computers I never know when I’m going to have to get off, so I’m submiting now. I will type more on my next post.
She turned off the autopilot and cranked up the Victory’s powerful engines while she checked how much farther they would have to go to reach Mercury. She was suprised to find that they were only a few minutes away. That changes everything, she realized.
“You will never give in?” the voice on the radio said. “We have five of our top ships tracking your ship’s every move, as you are a serious outlaw. I would advise you to surrender.”
“Put on your heat suits!” Kari yelled to Ian and Jaa. “We’re coming in for a landing shortly, and it’s not going to be pretty!”
Kerj looked up at the sky. “THERE’S SOMETHING COMING,” he told LAQ, “BUT IT’S NOT A TERRAN SHIP. IT’S THE VICTORY!”
“THERE ARE SEVERAL OTHER THINGS COMING TOO,” LAQ said, glancing at the screen.
Kerj sighed. This was not good. Even though the Parents were tied to the government, they had been doing a few illegal activites because they thought they could get away with it. Had they finally been caught?
I won’t post then, because they will conflict.
112- They’re tied to the government? I thought I fixed that in my most recent edit.
111- Their base is on Mercury!
114 – Oh yea. :guilty grin: Change that to
Kerj sighed. This was not good. Even though the Parents were respected by the government, they had been doing a few illegal activites because they thought they could get away with it. Had they finally been caught?
115 – I keep doing that!
“You’re going to crash-land the Victory!” Jaa told Kari. “You can’t steer with a heat suit on!”
“It doesn’t matter!” said Kari. “we have to find the Parents before the leave Mercury or go underground!”
Kerj looked at the sky. “TAKE COVER!” he called out. “THERE’S AN OUT-OF-CONTROL SHIP ROAMING THE SKIES!!!”
It wasn’t quite true. The Victory couldn’t be called out-of-control, exactly. Kari had set it on course before putting on her heat suit. But neither was it in control.
Ian pressed himself tightly to the floor of the cockpit, well aware that the landing was not going to be pleasant. Jaa was only a little braver, holding on to the seats with one hand, not two. Kari stood at the controls still, scanning the [insert color here] surface of Mercury.
reddish-orange.
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As the seemingly assured doom lured closer, Kari tried to pull the ship up and away from Mercury. But as she had the bulky heat suit on, she had trouble and only moved it up half-way, putting the ship in perfect position to land. The Victory landed in front of Kerj’s secret entrance with barely so much as a few large bumps.
Loomed closer.
120 – Okay.
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Kari, Jaa, and Ian came barreling out of the Victory just as the Parents were closing the door. Kerj paused for a moment to let them in before sealing the door shut, thinking that they were more Parents. He didn’t notice they were the Regenades bacause they had heat suits on.
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Kinda choppy and breif, but we can always edit it later. Besides, we need to keep things moving.
121- Containers, not Parents. The Parents are the creators, the Containers are what Kari and Jaa are.
122 – Okay, I’ll fix that. *yawns* For some reason, this RRR doesn’t seem so exciting anymore.
123- Burnout. I feel it, don’t you? We’ve been writing for hundreds and hundreds of comments and several months, with editing on the side, and no breaks. We’re tired.
And what’s more, it’s been mostly you writing for a very long time, which is tiring. PC hasn’t written an original bit since comment 79, 10 days ago. I haven’t written since yesterday, but that’s exactly because of the burnout. Lord Ragevuire wrote one sentence over a week ago.
What we should do is simply not worry about it. Take a break, let the excitement come back. This is about twice as active (or more!) than other RRRs; it’ll live it if we let it be for a week or two. And when we’re inspired, we can write. But don’t try to force the story. It won’t come.
Okay. Let’s take a break for a little while.
Wow, that break was nice. I thought and thought, and now I’m actually inspired for once.
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The sun beat down on Kerj as he looked out the titanium door for what he planned to be the last time. Then he shut it firmly and locked it with 15 different locks. He didn’t want anybody ever going through it again.
“ALL RIGHT!” Kerj yelled. “MARCH!” The Containers began to march down the steep tunnel. Kari, Ian, and Jaa followed.
“Whoa!” said Ian. “Mercury is so hot, the walls are actually glowing faint red!”
“Shh!” Kari hissed. “You don’t sound like a Container! They might catch you if you talk too much!”
Jaa looked around. He saw several familier Containers – LAQ, SAJ, and VAK – and some that weren’t familiar – QIN, SRK, and LAJ.
“WHERE’S IAN?” Kerj hollered out. “HE WAS PRESENT AT THE CONTAINER REVOLT, WASN’T HE?”
Nothing could be heard but the tramping and sloshing of feet in the gooey half-melted dirt.
“WHERE’S IAN?” Kerj hollered out again.
Uh-oh, thought Jaa.
Ian paled beneath his heat suit, and shut his eyes to prevent anyone seeing that they were blue, not green. Unfortunately, shutting his eyes was more noticeable by the sharp Containers than leaving them open.
“HEY YOU,” VAK said accusingly. “WHY ARE YOU CLOSING YOUR EYES?”
At this, Ian’s eyes flew open. This was a huge mistake. VAK stopped dead.
“Y-Y-YOU’RE NOT A CONTAINER,” SRK said, feeling anger, fear, and shock.
O-Ooh. Feeling? Oooh, bad SRK!
Sorry, that’s how I feel right now, like chiding the Containers. Sorry. *shakes head to clear it*
Little did he know he was breaking one of the Container rules.
“SRK, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Kerj said as he started to walk toward SRK.
“ER, NOTHING,” said SRK, quickly remembering the rule.
“YOU WERE FEELING FEAR AND SHOCK!” Kerj roared in SRK’s face. SRK winced.
“YOU HAVE BROKEN ONE OF THE CONTAINER RULES!” Kerj roared again. “THE ONLY EMOTION YOU ARE ALLOWED TO FEEL IS ANGER!” He pushed SRK over into the molten rock. SRK slipped and fell over.
Ian quietly stepped out of the way into the other Containers. He hoped he was safe now.
“CARRY ON,” Kerj said, and the Containers began to march again. Ian breathed a sigh of relief.
133 – Oh no, it gave me inspiration!
134- For some reason, that’s really amusing.
136 – Well, good! Humor is always great in stories.
Another thick titanium door slid open in front of them, and the marching Containers entered the passage. Kerj spun around and began issuing orders. “GET TO YOUR POSITIONS. WE TAKE OFF FOR MARS TODAY.”
“Great Solana!” Ian whispered to Kari. “Project Neoterra…?”
“Is beginning. We need to get to the control room fast.”
“SAJ, GO TO THE AMMUNITION ROOM AND GET THE MEGA-NUKES. VAK AND LAQ, GO OPEN THE ROCKET RUNWAY. QIN AND LAJ, GET OUR ROCKETS. AND SRK, TURN ON THE ELECTRIC JUICE MACHINE.”
All the Containers scurried off. Kerj turned around, expecting nobody to be left, but Kari, Ian, and Jaa were still standing there.
“OH, RIGHT, YOU CONTAINERS FROM THE VICTORY. WHAT ARE YOU ID CODES, ANYWAY?” Ian gulped.
Kari began to run. “Follow me!” she hollered.
Word Count of Part 3: 6,998.
Prarilus Canix – did you see that the Time Travel RRR is up?
I had an idea. As you know, this story is wearing thin. When we are done with this part (Mercury), and have edited, etc., I propose we leave it be. We will ask the GAPAs for a publishing thread, where we will discuss the publishing of our lovely story. When we feel thoroughly refreshed, we can start Ceres (or Terra. We can just call it Terraformed sequel). In order not to discourage newbies, we won’t make them read the first three parts, but we will post a brief summary and character sketches, telling them everything they need to know about this story. Then when the sequel is done (it will be a second book, remember) we’ll try to publish that, which shouldn’t be hard if we succeed in publishing Terraformed.
Explanation is over, I will now write.
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Kerj did not for a second wonder as to the identities of the three new Containers. That they were disobeying him (he, KRJ, the Parents’ favorite Container!) was enough to assure him who they were. Or at least who one of them was: KRI, his rebellious little sister. And that would mean that with her was the scientist, JAA, and the other–the other must be the impure boy.
It did not take more than three seconds for his Container brain to work this out and come to a conclusion: they must die.
142 – Hmm, yea. The first three books are sort of a trilogy, anyway.
But if we’re just going to post a quick summary, we’d have to check the posts very carefully for inconsistencies. (The one annoying thing about writing about such a developed future world.)
Enough yabber. Time to write.
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Kerj lunged first at Jaa. Being perhaps the smartest of the three, he figured he’d better dispose of Jaa first. Jaa tried to fight back, but he wasn’t a warrior container. Ian could only watch helplessly as Kerj started bashing Jaa repeatedly against the wall.
Kari turned around. She immediately began to run. She jumped high and landed on Kerj’s back. Kerj swung around, but Kari hung on.
Kerj, who was not wearing a heat suit due to his nanobots, fell backward, pinning Kari in a pool of molten rock. Kari grunted, and heaved Kerj up from under him and managed to grab his feet, sending him toppling headfirst into the goo.
Kerj struggled to get out, but he suddenly began feeling a burning sensation. HIS BODY CELLS HAD RUN OUT OF NANOBOTS!!! Kerj struggled some more, but the pain became unbearable and he fell backward into the lava, howling curse words before he boiled away to nothing.
Ian stared as Kerj evaporated. He suddenly had a new liking for his heat suit, which he had thought clumsy and annoying before this.
Kari stumbled out, still dripping with red-hot goo. She raised her hands triumphantly and shouted, “VICTORY!!!” She looked at Ian and Jaa, expecting them to be congradulating her.
Jaa, barely concious, was slumped against a wall. Ian was staring at something on the other side of the room. Kari turned around to see what he was looking at when the loud, booming sound of rockets filled the air.
“The Containers!” Ian gasped. “They’re going to carry out Project NeoTerra!”
143- You killed Kerj! Congrats? Or . . . not?
143- I think that’s a bit anticlimactic. Shall we find out later that that wasn’t the real Kerj?
Jaa made a supreme effort to rise, and failed. Kari, at that critical moment, felt something warm – hot, really – against her calf, and realized that the lava was slowly burning a hole in it. She gasped.
“What?” asked Ian, sparing a moment from his horrified listening.
“The heat suits!” cried Kari. “They’re faulty! Look!” There in the leg of her suit was a small smoldering hole, through which could be seen a glimpse of her trousers.
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How is this going to work out? They have to survive, but how?
143- Re: summary. (Someday I’m going to miss that word in a spelling bee, I swear.) It’s true. And if we kept pointing out little inconsistencies anomalies, they might get fed up and leave. But there would be nothing for it, I suppose. Maybe we could just make notes on separate documents and fix them when we edit, only pointing out things that could drastically ruin the story if we weren’t careful.
*goes off to make dictionaries and character sketches*
145- Good idea. That would be a nice twist, too.
Ian and Kari, dashed for one of the titanium doors as it closed at the end of the chamber. They were twenty yards away… ten… five… one… The hole sizzled and burned all the way through, and Kari screamed in pain.
Then they were in. Luckily the corridor was deserted, and as the door sealed, Ian saw that the girl’s leg was covered in horrible burns. And she was only unprotected for a fraction of a second, Ian thought, shocked.
“Don’t just stand there,” Kari grated out. “Get a first aid kit.”
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Five minutes later, Ian had located an emergency locker and was bringing back some ointment and bandages. Suddenly, there was a massive rumble, and the entire room shook.
What about Jaa?
Oops. I meant to insert “dragging Jaa between them,” in between “Kari,” and “dashed”. That’s why there’s an extra comma.
151- Oh, alright then. I wondered about the comma.
144 – Well, it seemed to be the only way out of the situation, and I had some inspiration.
145 – Good idea! This will make readers think Kerj is dead, but later they will find out it was really Kerj’s clone who they killed, and not the real Kerj! Or maybe it was just an empty body that Kerj controlled from some secret thing on another planet!
147 – I started making a Terraformed Encyclopedia of all the places and materials used in our trilogy. But I haven’t done the actual characters.
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“The rockets have taken off!” Kari shouted in frustration. She grabbed the bandages, hastily wrapped them around her leg, and whapped Jaa. Jaa stumbled to his feet. “What?” he murmered.
“RUN!” said Kari, running as fast as she could while holding the hole in her suit shut with one hand out the door and up the pathway leading to the surface. Ian ran after her, followed by a still-recovering Jaa.
They stopped when they reached the sealed door, covered with locks. Kari swore and grabbed an autospear. She had barely begun to puncture the titanium when the autospear started to melt. Kari swore again.
A hologram appeared down the corridor, showing a view of what appeared to be Mercury. Next to it was an image of the High Patrician, Sebastian Kahn.
“We are preparing this test in order to determine if the gravity engines are functional,” Kahn said. “Watch, and wonder at the great glory of the Parents.”
Kari gagged theatrically as Ian bandaged her leg and injected an anesthetic shot. “This guy is so cheesy.”
But the image beside him made even Kari’s fruitful stream of sarcasm dry up. One moment, Mercury was whole and normal.
The next, it shattered.
“We just neutralized the gravity of the planet,” Kahn continued, a smug grin on his face. “The pressure inside did the rest.”
“So that was the shudder we felt,” Ian gasped. “This thing must have some powerful shock absorbers.”
“Graviton fields,” Kari said. “But look!”
In the image of what was once Mercury, a huge, oblong ship was floating outwards.
“That’s what we’re inside,” Kari whispered. “They turned the entire facility into a huge ship. And if I guess correctly, it’s powered only by gravity.”
The fragments of Mercury suddenly blurred. “We have activated the pulse drive,” Kahn stated.
“Why hasn’t he realized I’m not a Container?” Ian hissed.
“It’s a one-way broadcast to all the holo-terminals in the ship. We can see him, but he can’t see us.”
Kari and Ian glanced at each other. “Who said that?”
“Me,” said Jaa, sitting upright. “Where-” Then he caught sight of the hologram and uttered a rude Terran word. “We have to get to the control room!”
“No worries there,” Kari said. “I grabbed Kerj’s access chip during the fight.” She held up a small slab of silicon.
“Great!” Jaa punched the air. “Let’s go.”
“Wait,” Ian said. “We don’t have any weapons, and we’ll probably be outnumbered.”
“They’re not armed either,” said Kari, “and I’m trained in fighting. They’re mostly scientists. It’ll be a piece of cake.”
“IS THAT SO?” said an amused and very familiar voice behind them.
Ian turned around and immediately wished he hadn’t, as the barrel of a laser gun was thrust into his face. However, he could still see the face of the Container holding it, and he was shocked. “You’re dead!”
“APPARENTLY THE HIGH PATRICIAN WAS VERY PLEASED WITH MY WORK- ENOUGH TO MAKE ME MULTIPLE.”
“What the heck-?” Ian said.
“GO ON, KARI. EXPLAIN IT TO THE SCUM.”
“Multiplicity is the highest honor that the Parents can confer on a Container,” Kari said, scooting backwards on the floor as fast as her leg would allow. “It means that you are so exemplary of the Container ideal that your model is worthy of being replicated. Cloned.”
She turned to the Container. “How many of you are there?” she screamed.
“42 IN CRYOGENICS. THE ONE YOU KILLED IN THE PASSAGE WAS THE ONLY OTHER ACTIVE COPY.” The Container grinned. “I NEED TO SPEAK TO THE PATRICIAN ABOUT IMPROVING MY REPLICAS’ COMBAT SKILLS.”
“The one we killed in the passage…” whispered Jaa, who was still lying on the floor, facing away from the Container. “Please tell me you’re not Kerj.”
“I COULD,” the Container said. “BUT I’D BE LYING.”
153- They entered a secure area where heat suits weren’t necessary.
154 – Dang, we posted inbetween moderation busts. BUT OOOH WHAT A BIG POST!!! Let’s use yours.
PC, you know the Time Travel RRR is up, don’t you?
157- Yes, but they introduced the time machine too early in the story for my taste, so I didn’t write on it. I know, that’s like not eating a banana split because it has a milliliter too much fudge sauce on it. But I’m already working on a lot of RRRs, so I’ve pledged not to start on any new ones until a reasonable number of them are done.
Wow! *awe and admiration*
158- Very wise. Unfortunately, I have no such will power . . . But this one is close enough to done that I can bide my time. The FFT is almost done too.
Okay, please leave me one Kerj. I have plans for it/him.
Fufufufufu…
What is the FFT?
162- Fractured Fairy Tale.
158 – Okay. Sorry you weren’t around for the beginning.
I’m only on two RRRs right now, so I don’t quite feel the stress of too many writing projects yet.
Anyone have any ideas for a pseudonym? I was going to wait for a publishing thread, but I can’t, really…
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“Why does it even matter?” asked Ian, looking with wild eyes from Jaa, to Kari, to Kerj. “Now there are 43 of him! So does it make a difference whether it’s the real Kerj or a clone?” Ian was shocked at the lucidity of his thoughts, when it seemed like he ought to be babbling nonsense.
“Yup,” said Kari. “Clones are never as strong as the original, so the one I managed to kill out there . . .” She didn’t finish her sentence, and she didn’t need to. If she had only just managed to defeat the clone, while still uninjured, there was not the slightest chance of her defeating the real Kerj, when she had a leg as horribly burned as her own.
A pseudonym: Robin R. Randall.
166- Very good! *goes off to put it in her document*
“HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEADS,” Kerj said. Kari, Ian and Jaa complied. There was no other option except dying a painful death.
Kerj pressed something hard and cold against the back of Kari’s neck. It seemed to stick there before expanding, wrapping around her wrists, and drawing them back. Kari was now unable to move her arms at all.
“TUNGSTEN ALLOY NANOFIBER RESTRAINTS,” Kerj said. “IF YOU TRY TO ESCAPE, THEY’LL INJECT AN INHIBITOR VIRUS INTO YOUR SPINAL CORD, PARALYZING YOU FROM THE HEAD DOWN UNTIL WE PICK YOU UP.”
Kerj shepherded them towards the nearby door, plucking his access chip out of Kari’s hand. He stuck it into a slot in the door. A synthesized voice blared from hidden speakers. “CONTAINER KRJ, ORIGINAL, IDENTITY CONFIRMED. PLEASE WAIT.”
Laser scanners popped from indents in the wall and analyzed the corridor.
“THREE INDIVIDUALS, NO MICROCHIPS. IDENTIFY.”
“THREE PRISONERS, RESTRAINED. ONE IMPURE, TWO RENEGADES.”
“ACCESS GRANTED.”
The door slid open, giving them a view of a huge room. In the middle was what looked like a wedding cake, a multi-tiered, white construction with Containers on every tier, working at computers with slick monitors and holographic keyboards. At the top was Sebastian Kahn, the High Patrician, viewing an enormous screen. Status reports rang out through speakers all around the room.
“WE HAVE PASSED VENUS. VELOCITY 50% C. APPROACHING ARCHAEOTERRA.”
“GRAVITON ACCUMULATORS FULLY CHARGED. PERMISSION TO COMMENCE CALIBRATION.”
“MALFUNCTION IN SECTOR SEVEN DETONATION CIRCUIT REPAIRED. ALL NUCLEAR PROPULSIVE UNITS FULLY OPERATIONAL.”
“Archaeoterra?” Ian said. “What…?”
Kerj cut him off, jabbing him in the back with the barrel of his gun. “IT IS WHAT WE CALL TERRA NOW, SINCE PROJECT NEOTERRA IS SO CLOSE TO COMPLETION. IT COMES FROM THE ANCIENT WORDS FOR “OLD” AND “EARTH.” NEOTERRA MEANS NEW EARTH.”
Kahn noticed them. “Ah, Kerj. You have brought me the intruders?”
“YES.”
“Excellent. Take HRN’s place. We are rotating Containers through the Mnemonic Extractor, taking out their memories of Archaeoterra and using them to make Neoterra as much like its predecessor as possible.”
“Except for the fact that it’ll be populated by a bunch of bigoted automatons,” Kari spat defiantly.
Kerj pressed a small button on the butt of his gun. Kari collapsed to the floor, every limb going limp.
“THE INHIBITOR WORKS,” Kerj said.
“Good,” Kahn replied. “Actually, I must contest both of the renegade’s points. We are the culmination of creation, the apex of evolution. It is impossible for us to be bigoted. If you said you were superior to a beetle, would that be bigotry? No, because it is true. As for your claim that the Containers are automatons, they needed rigid discipline and suppression of emotions. Otherwise, they would not have been able to do some of the terrible things that they had to do. But after Neoterra is complete, they will become normal human beings, able to laugh, to create, to love- ”
“To commit murder,” Kari rasped.
“Which reminds me. We need to make an example. Kerj, kill them all. Now.”
“HIGH PATRICIAN, WE NEED THE MEMORIES OF THE TWO RENEGADES TO FULLY REALIZE NEOTERRA.”
“You are right. Very well. Immobilize them and take them to the Mnemonic Extractor. But first, kill the impure.”
What’s the total word count of the entire Terraformed saga?
169- No clue. Ask E2MB. I haven’t been keeping track of Part Three since I failed to copy-and-paste a large coded segment into Word, and gave up. I’m still working on editing Part Two.
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Ian gasped. He stared in horror at the High Patrician, Sebastian Kahn, as he felt the cold metal of a gun – magna-gun? Laser gun? Ian didn’t know, or care – pressed into his temple. A stab of impossible pain shot through his head, and he collapsed to the floor.
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Wow. I’ve never done something like that before. It’s . . . interesting. I feel traitorous.
But we can’t kill Ian. It would be more than heartless, not to mention it would ruin the series. I’m not sure how he’ll manage to stay alive in such circumstances, but he has to, somehow. *brainstorms*
Kari had seen people die. She had seen Containers die, and Parents die, and other renegades die. But none of it hurt as badly as when she saw Ian crumple at Kerj’s feet. It was then that she disowned her brother.
Ian had been so innocent, so naive, but always trying to do the right thing. And now he was dead. Kari let out a scream of rage and slammed her head into a nearby computer console. It was crude, but effective. The lights flickered, and Kerj, disoriented, fell back against Kahn’s chair, dropping his gun and striking his head. He gave a snarl of pain, blood dripping from the back of his skull.
Kari stretched forward. Kerj was staggering to his feet. Putting every iota of willpower she had into the action, the renegade Container seized the gun in her teeth and managed to depress the inhibitor button.
Movement came back to her limbs in a rush, and the restraint folded up into a lump of metal which dropped to the floor. She leaped on Kerj, grabbing the gun and wildly blowing holes in the monitors behind him. Electric sparks showered down on the Container like fluorescent snow, and his nanobots began malfunctioning. It was temporary, nothing serious, but he was momentarily deprived of his awesome strength, and Kari slammed him to the floor. He collided awkwardly with Ian, and blood seeped out through his white-blond hair. Kari landed on his chest like a predatory beast, pointing the gun at his head.
Meanwhile, the nanobots in his blood cells repaired each other and ran diagnostics. A significant portion of them were outside his body, pouring out from his wound, and so they began shutting down and going into stasis.
Then a few of them sensed another wound, close by, and sent an electrical signal that woke the rest up. Like a microscopic swarm of wasps, the tiny robots swam through the pathway of spilled blood, dove into Ian’s brain and began running repairs. The tissue had been scorched and pierced, but the damage could be fixed, as long as they worked quickly.
Kerj’s gash finally sealed. His nanobots were coming back online. But the more specialized emotion suppressors in his brain were still malfunctioning. Through a storm of static, the renegade he had once been saw the face of his sister.
“Kari… ?” he whispered.
“Get up, you fool!” Kahn screamed.
I am in awe. I’ll write some more soon.
For several seconds, Kerj did not move. He could almost feel the electronics in his brain sizzling as his vision did the same.
“What do you want, KRJ?” spat out Kari. Her eyes held hatred, and nothing else.
I had this idea of a character getting mortally wounded, then having the nanobots in Kerj’s blood heal them, for a long time. You just gave me an opportunity to use it.
Cool. I like this scene. It’s dramatic.
“Please, Kari… ” he whispered. “It’s Kerj.”
At that statement, the suppressors in his brain renewed their assault, savagely beating down his feelings. But before the clinical coldness closed over him again, Kerj drove his head into a nearby monitor. Electric sparks blazed over his form. He was in agony, his heart had stopped, but he could feel the suppressors shorting out. His last feeling was grim pleasure before the nanobots shut him down for repairs. To all appearances, he was dead.
Kari was unmoved. She whirled around and pointed the gun at Kahn.
But Kahn had also pulled out a gun, and was pointing it at Jaa’s head.
“Drop it,” the High Patrician hissed, “or he dies.”
Then, concealed behind a console, Ian woke up. The nanobots had done their work well. He felt a little woozy,had a pounding headache, and had lost about three weeks of memories all told (fortunately, none of them were from after he’d met Kari on Ceres), but his senses, thoughts and motor functions were working just fine. And his senses told him Kari and Jaa were in danger.
The restraint had dropped off his neck when it stopped detecting his life signs. He snuck around the ring of consoles until he was behind Kahn. The Containers below had continued working, ignoring the events on the top tier, but there was a certain urgency about their movements now, as though they had to complete the job before the situation got out of hand.
Kari dropped the gun, and Kahn lifted his own to fire at her.
Ian, ignoring the pain in his head, grabbed the High Patrician’s arm and threw off his aim. The laser beam knocked out the lighting control system, and the room went dark.
Ian struggled in the gloom, flailing wildly. The only illumination was the periodic blasting of the gun, but the boy had a death grip on Kahn’s wrist, and so the beams never came near him.
One of them, however, shot straight towards Kari.
Still shocked after seeing Ian apparently back from the dead, Kari simply stood there. In most guns, the laser beams were inhibited so that they traveled more slowly, and thus the devastating heat was in contact with the target for longer, inflicting more damage. At the top of her abilities, Kari could have seen the flash from the activation light on the gun’s barrel, could have leaped out of the way before the deadly light struck her, could have cheated death. She couldn’t now.
Therefore, it came as a surprise when she was tackled to the ground a millisecond before the beam hit her. As the emergency power came back on, Kari saw the face of her rescuer, and couldn’t believe her eyes.
“Kerj?” she gasped. “Does nobody in this room stay dead?”
176- Are you kidding? Calling this scene “dramatic” would be like calling the Chrysler Building “large,” i.e. gross understatement.
No, really, this is the climax of the entire series, so it should be.
Have they been wearing their heat suits this entire time? It would make for some awkward inconsistencies, I think. Let’s add a portion where they take them off in the corridor.
178- I’ve always been one for understatements, at least when I’m not overstating something. Why don’t we just say, I do believe it brings my heart rate up.
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Kerj did not reply. This was probably due to the fact that his attention was focused on Kahn, who was trying desperately to shake Ian off. Ian was trying just as desperately to keep clinging onto Kahn’s wrist, and being much smaller, was failing. Kari, seeing Ian’s dilemma, put aside all her shock at the events of the past fifteen minutes, and leaped to her feet. But not quick enough. With a determined jerk of his wrist, the High Patrician dislodged Ian. The boy, gripping the laser gun, slid across the floor and banged into a console, which showered sparks over him. Ian stood up in time to see Kahn seize Kari’s abandoned gun and point it once more at the imprisoned Jaa.
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Argh. I suck at action scenes.
179- Yeah, good idea. They can take them off after they’ve dealt with Kari’s leg. Except not Jaa, because at that point he was mostly unconscious. But since we haven’t really done anything with him, it could just be an extra piece of the plot.
181- But the restraint needs to contact his skin. Kari and Ian will unfasten the top part to examine him.
In post 168, Kahn should have said KRJ, and in 154, Kerj should have said KRI. I’m glad I caught my mistakes.
182- ‘Kay. Sounds good. I’m going to catch up on my compiling, if Word will cooperate. *sigh*
There, I’m all caught up. It’s really long, too. Part Three is 9,692 words long.
I just realized that I made a rather largish mistake. Okay, so it’s not too bad, but I want to fix it before I forget.
While reading the compiled version, I noticed that post 165 doesn’t really fit. I shall edit it.
“DON’T WORRY,” continued Kerj, still sounding amused. “MY REPLICAS ARE NOT AS STRONG AS I AM – YET. OF COURSE, THE PARENTS ARE FIXING THAT.”
“What?” said Ian, completely at sea.
“The clones didn’t have nanobots, or not as many,” said Jaa. “That, and the fact that clones take a little while to gather their full strength.”
“You mean . . .” It was sinking in.
“Yup,” said Kari. “The clone wasn’t as strong as the original, so the one I managed to kill out there . . .” She didn’t finish her sentence, and she didn’t need to any more than Ian needed to finish his. If she had only just managed to defeat the clone, while still uninjured, there was not the slightest chance of her defeating the real Kerj, when she had a leg as horribly burned as her own.
Ooh….so this is what happens if I leave MuseBlog for just 1 day! Maybe I should leave MuseBlog more often!
Holy freakin heck. I just read everything. You guys have added more than 2,000 words in one day. *falls over*
Jaa stared into Kahn’s eyes. Khan stared into his. Their gazes met with such fury it was almost unimaginable.
Kahn fired.
Jaa began to run.
Kahn fired again.
Jaa began to pick up speed.
Suddenly Sebastian Kahn was firing nonstop, and Jaa was tearing across the room, knocking Containers out of the way and leaping over broken mainframes.
Kahn, more determined then ever to dispose of Jaa once and for all, kept firing.
Jaa narrowly missed getting hit several times, leaped on top of one of the main computers, and began running across it. Kahn fired repeatedly, blowing the mainframe to bits and sending chunks of random computer parts onto the growing pile of derbis below.
Jaa dove through a gap, and Kahn fired at the wall, accidentally shattering a lock on a steel door behind Jaa. Jaa looked back, desprately crawled through the door, and shut it just as 6 bullets grazed his arm.
Jaa, clutching his wounded arm, leaned against the door, panting. He looked forward and nearly died of shock.
There, staring motionlessly at him in 41 carboglass tubes, were Kerj’s clones.
184 – You don’t have to compile it. I’ve been compiling it too.
Now for an old trick he had learned during his time running from the Parents. Jaa held his restrained wrists near the tubes. Soon, the electric stasis field keeping the clones from decaying caused the nanofibers to become dormant. The restraint dropped to the floor. Then he quickly folded a keyboard out of the steel rack holding the tubes and began typing.
CUT POWER, he tapped out.
PRIORITY LEVEL CLEARANCE PASSWORD, the computer screen showed impassively.
“OK,” the renegade whispered. “So that’s the way you want to play, huh?”
He cracked his knuckles and began hacking into the computer mainframe for the entire ship.
[Note: Don’t develop this any farther unless the other characters get stuck somewhere where it looks hopeless. Then the power can go out or something.]
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Ian put an abrupt end to Kahn’s firing by pressing his gun against the Patrician’s head. “Drop it,” he commanded.
Kahn did so. Then he leaped away and off the top tier. Before a startled Ian could react, an octagon of tungsten containment walls came down around the decimated circle of consoles, seamlessly surrounding the platform. Kari and Ian were trapped inside an inescapable chamber with a murderous, nanobot-enhanced Container.
Or so they thought. Kerj, truly conscious for the first time in years, was standing perfectly still, his eyes closed, as the artificial memories of Terra faded and his own rushed back.
“Kari?” he said, opening his eyes.
“What sort of trick is this?” the girl said warily, keeping her distance.
“I know this seems strange, but my suppressors shorted out.” He tapped his temple.
“And I’m supposed to believe that?”
“You remember your seventh birthday?” Kari’s face was unreadable. Kerj plowed on. “The frosting incident?”
Kari’s eyes widened in shock. Containers didn’t have any memory of their previous lives, unless they were renegades.
Throwing caution to the winds, Kari rushed forward and wrapped her brother in a bone-crushing hug.
“What is going on?!?” Ian exclaimed.
Kari pulled away and stared Kerj in the face. “If you ever mention the frosting incident again, I will kill you, nanobots or not.”
They both burst out laughing. Ian stood on the other side of the chamber, clueless as ever.
“In case you haven’t noticed,” he said, “we need to get out.”
“I’ll handle this,” Kerj said. He walked over to the wall and experimentally squeezed one of the rivets. His fingers left indents in it, but his hand was trembling.
“Are you all right?” Kari asked.
“Fine. It’s just- I’m running out of nanobots. I have enough for maybe one more battle, but after that… ”
He paused, staring at the rivet. “There was a time when I would have crushed it.”
“Well, we need to get out somehow. You can do it. Don’t worry.”
Kerj slammed his fist into the rivet. Then he did it again. Over and over. It slowly began to crumple, and the wall around it buckled. The skin on his knuckles tore and bled before the nanobots sealed it up.
Suddenly, a deep thrum came up through the floor. Kerj put his left hand on it. “They’ve started the remote grav-pulse drive.”
“What does that mean?” Ian asked, knowing it was nothing good.
“It means that in about an hour, Ceres will crash into Mars.”
He began pounding at the wall with renewed vigor, but progress was agonizingly slow. Kari, unable to help, paced like a caged tiger. Ian gnawed his lip.
Finally, just as Kerj smashed the rivet, the thrum shifted to a treble key. “The close-range attractors!” Kerj cried. “We have ten minutes, maybe less.”
He handed the laser gun to Kari. “Fire here and here,” he said, indicating spots on the wall. “That will weaken the seam, and I’ll be able to smash my way out. You and your boyfriend follow me, and-”
“My what? Let’s get something straight here, buster-”
The thrum cut out. Kerj gasped. “Ceres is in Mars’s gravitational pull. We need to get out now.”
“We’ll discuss this later. Come on, Ian.”
~~~
Jaa gasped in horror, hearing the engines cut out, and dashed out of the room. He had reconfigured the password sequence, so if he could just get to the main computer and recapture Ceres before it impacted Mars…
~~~
Kerj drove his shoulder into the seam. Alarms began wailing, but one of the tungsten walls toppled over. Kari and Ian came out, firing wildly. Jaa dashed out of a side door and ran up the steps to meet them, unnoticed in the confusion. And, with fury in his eyes, Kerj launched himself straight for the High Patrician.
*is shocked* You have been writing a LOT lately.
Think of it as reimbursing for my long absences. This is the only writing project I’ve been working on lately, so the inspiration and creativity that would normally be spread over four or five stories are condensed into this one.
195 – Well, I don’t mind it one bit. *thumbs up* We might actually finish Part 3 before I leave for several weeks on July 17th!
192- Kari was kidnapped when she was three. So there couldn’t have been a frosting incident on her seventh birthday . . .
195- I know what you mean. It’s my only project right now too, but I still don’t write as much as you…
*hopes the internet doesn’t go down* I have to go now, but I shall return!
So Kerj, all this time, was really a brainwashed, reprogrammed Regenade, and gets reunited with his sister? That’s really nice. And it makes the boss the REAL bad guy, as is often in movies I’ve seen.
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Jaa frantically ran through a hallway, and another, and another. Eventually he found the door. He shoved it open.
QIN and SAJ looked up from their keyboards. “It’s you?” QIN said, her voice sounding suprised. “The Regenade,” said SAJ, lowering his eyebrows.
Jaa ran forward, trying to think of something. Suddenly he did. “Stop!” he cried. “The settings for the anti-gravity machines are wrong!”
QIN shrugged. “Everything seems to be going fine,” she said.
SAJ glared hard. “What do you think you’re doing?” he said suspiciously. “Trying to mess up our Project NeoTerra?”
QIN, a more trusting Container, got up from her chair. “If something’s wrong, then fix it,” she said, motioning with her hand toward the keyboard. “He did invent the anti-gravity machines, after all,” she then whispered to SAJ. SAJ still glared at Jaa.
Jaa walked over. He took one look and saw something was indeed wrong. At the speed Ceres and Mars would collide, they would shatter and peices would fly all over Solana. And they were going to collide in only 90 seconds! He quickly moved the lever up, depositing as much nuclear material into the anti-gravity machines as possible. Ceres started to slow down.
SRJ, interpreting the frantic lever-moving as a vandalization of the precise settings, jumped out of his chair and tackled Jaa, sending them both sprawling on the floor, dogfighting.
Okay, now I will write. (Now that there’s no moderation.)
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“NO!” screamed Sebastian Kahn, shocked by the sight of a favored Container turned against him.
“Yes!” said Kerj, grappling with the older man. “I’m not a robot anymore, built to do your will!” He was furious, and that lent him strength that he ought not to have, with the nanobots beginning to run out. He might have won, too, had Kahn remained in a state of shock and denial, but unfortunately, Kahn was not one to waste time. He pulled an autospear seemingly from nowhere, and with it he slashed Kerj’s arms until the newly-made-renegade was forced to abandon the cause. He knelt, dripping blood onto the shining floor, and Sebastian Kahn raised the autospear . . .
And lowered it again. Whatever his purpose, it would seem that he had no desire to kill Kerj. He turned instead to Kari, who was firing wildly and randomly in an attempt to make the Parents stationed on the lower tiers stop their frenzied [whatever they’re doing, I can’t think of the word right now]. He collapsed the autospear and dropped it onto the floor where he stood on it to prevent the bleeding Kerj from snatching it in a last effort to kill the mastermind of Project Neoterra, and drew out a gun the likes of which no one had seen before.
[description of gun, because you wouldn’t believe how unimaginative I am when it comes to guns.]
He took careful aim at Kari, still oblivious to all around her, and pulled the trigger.
~~~~~~~
Someone save her! It won’t be hard, actually. Maybe I’ll do it.
When it comes to killing Sebastian Kahn, could Ian do the honors? It would be interesting to see how he would react to having killed someone. (God, I’m cruel.)
198- Yeah, didn’t you know?
Yay!!! Our posts don’t conflict!!!
210- I know, isn’t it cool?
Go to the edit thread, a surprise is waiting for you.
Third birthday, then. My bad.
Kerj’s remaining nanobots stitched up his wounds, then burned out. He knew he would have to be very careful, and not as reckless as before. He wasn’t invincible.
Just as Kahn fired, Kerj tackled him. A bolt of violet energy rocketed around the room, ricocheting off walls and smashing computers to shards of silicon, plastic and melted wire.The High Patrician wasn’t in very good shape, so even without nanobots, Kerj could beat him easily.
Unfortunately, he hadn’t counted on three of his clones being activated and rushing out of the stasis chamber to restrain him.
This is a really active RRR!
We have 11215 words in Part 3.
202 – Go to http: // en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:D.jpg#file, a suprise is waiting for you. It’s the unofficial Terraformed icon I made!
(GAPAs: I beg of you, do not snip this! It’s wikipedia!)
Copy it onto your hard drive!
Bloody-nosed, Kerj was shoved against the wall and held down by his look-alikes. Kahn looked up, but it seemed that Kari and Ian had run back into the tungsten chamber.
~~~
Actually, Ian had dragged Kari back. “Listen to me,” he said, trying to restrain her, “we have no chance out there. Kerj’s clones are coming out of stasis.”
“And my brother is down there with them!” Kari hissed, and broke free, making for the gap and flinging herself down the first three tiers. Ian rushed out after her.
~~~
A small Container rushed up to Kahn holding an electronic tablet. “BULLETIN, SIR.”
Kahn gasped. He had made a mistake in his calculations- but the renegade JAA had corrected it! Now, if he could just get to JAA before he began guiding Ceres back into its orbit…
~~~
Jaa, meanwhile, had gotten away from QIN and was trying to do just what Kahn didn’t want when a red light flashed on the console. “LOW POWER,” blared an electric voice.
EMERGENCY CIRCUIT, Jaa typed.
ALREADY ON EMERGENCY.
TERTIARY CIRCUIT, Jaa typed desperately. QIN was getting to her feet.
WARNING: TERTIARY CIRCUIT ACTIVATION=HIGH OVERLOAD PROBABILITY. ACTIVATE? Y/N
Jaa hit Y two of the three times necessary to complete the triple confirmation, but he missed the third one as QIN tackled him. He was short and slight, while QIN was large and strong, but he was fast. He slipped out of her grip and pressed the final Y.
I need to get the image in post 205 deleted as soon as possible, so let me know when you’ve seen/downloaded it.
204 – Full word count of trilogy = 43,851!!!!
We’re nearly done. I’m not sure whether to be happy or sad. Maybe I should just go edit. But first I’ll write a piece.
~~~~~~
They pulled him off of Kahn, and two of the replicas held the real Kerj, keeping him from breaking free. The third put a gun against his forehead. “I WILL SHOOT,” he/it said. “DO NOT MOVE.”
Sebastian Kahn stood up. He put a hand on the shoulder of the replica holding the gun. “KRJ3, give me the gun,” he said coldly. “I will deal with this one, before I kill his despicable sister.” KRJ3 complied, and stood by, waiting for orders. He did not have to wait long. “Kill the impure,” said Kahn. “He has been far too resilient.”
“YES, SIR,” said KRJ3, but the High Patrician cut him off.
“I have had a better idea,” he said. “Do not kill him–capture him. It will never hurt to have an extra Container. And if I understand correctly, this boy’s name is Ian. He will be a nice replacement for the previous IAN.”
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I want to kill Sebastian Kahn, but we can’t make it go too quickly.
205- Cool! I’ll copy it in a second.
We’re using Canix’s, I take it.
206- Got it.
I’m not sure what a tertiary circuit is, so I can’t really continue.
Kari suddenly slammed into Kahn’s back, knocking him off balance, but KRJ4 reached up and grabbed her.
“Put her out the airlock,” Kahn said coldly.
Ian rushed down the steps, but he was too late. KRJ3 snatched him up and hurled him against the wall.
“Take him to the sentient cryogenics chamber. Use his memory to replace the renegade’s, then alter him to the Container phenotype. It’ll take a few hours in the growth culture.”
Ian was carried, struggling, down a corridor, and Kari was taken through another.
~~~
KRJ3 stopped suddenly, sniffing the air like a wolf. Faint shouts came from behind a nearby door.
Dragging his prisoner, the clone stepped into the room.
QIN and SAJ were lying on the floor, electrocuted. Jaa had shoved spare monitors onto their heads and then connected the monitors to high-voltage current. He was beginning to guide Ceres back into its orbit.
KRJ3 dropped Ian immediately and made for Jaa. Ian, reacting quickly, grabbed a magnagun from QIN’s body and fired at the Container.
What the heck? Good heavens, Canix! We’re not all brilliant scientists! Oh wait . . . oops. I took Tertiary to mean someting a good deal more complicated than what it does mean. Whoops. I’ll write in . . . One hour, at most.
Okay, so I submitted before I saw your comment, Canix. One question:
Are we working mine in, somehow? Or are you just rewriting my idea to fit better?
207 – SAJ was the one that was tackling Jaa, not QIN. Should we change that?
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KRJ3 went limp, falling backwards down the stairs and crashing into Kahn’s back.
212 – Okay!
In the picture, the left is Earth, and the right is Terra, if you didn’t figure that out. I figured Terra would be a dark, black planet with nothing but swirls of green radiation.
217- Kahn wasn’t in the same place as KRJ3 and Ian.
Okay, I’m really, really, really, confused. I’ll do some compiling, I guess, and straighten things out in my mind.
219 – Well, Prarilus Canix is the one who’s mostly doing the writing.
I’ll redo the post.
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KRJ3 went limp, falling backwards down the stairs.
Ian stared. He might’ve actually killed somebody! But he had no time to think, as Kahn came running over, with KRJ1 and KRJ2 in hot pursuit. “What’s going on?” said Kahn, and KRJ1 and KRJ2 started racing up the stairs.
Ian held the gun, slowly backing away. Both clones were clentched in hate. Ian looked back and forth at them, started to sweat, and fired twice just before they reached him. The two KRJs went limp just like the first one.
Kahn looked up from the bottom of the stairs, shaking a fist at Ian. Ian saw his chance…..and fired at Kahn.
Nothing happened. Ian looked at the laser gun. It was out of ammo.
“Uh-oh,” thought Ian as Kahn smiled an evil smile, charging up the stairs.
But Kerj, who was no longer held by the clones, was right behind him.
Ulp. *waits for moderation so that she can write* We have to finish this, because E2MB could be banned from MuseBlog any day now.
Kerj tackled Kahn again, but was pulled off by his clones. However, Ian had time to escape and dash down the corridor.
Jaa ran down an adjacent corridor and almost collided with Ian when he came through a connecting door. “What’s going on?” the renegade gasped.
“They’re about to put Kari out the airlock. We need to find- ”
Then he stopped, with a horrified gasp.
The corridor came to a dead end, with a large carboglass window looking out over the bulky, hatch-studded wall of the ship.
A body, obscured by a rush of frozen oxygen, hurtled out of one of the hatches and burst into reddish froth.
~~~
Kari ran, her shoes clanging on the metal floor. Fortunately, there had been an open panel on the wall for maintenance. It had been a simple matter to pull a power conduit out and fry KRJ4’s nanobots, then shove him into the airlock and depressurize it. An added bonus was that the electrification would have shorted out the Container’s microchip, and the sensors would detect one renegade Container going out the airlock. Kari was now officially dead, but really alive, and she was going to make the most of it.
((See, I’ve made Ian think that Kari is dead. He needs revenge as a motive to finish off Kahn.))
Out of inspiration…..GAAH!
I haven’t been contributing as much as I’d like, so I’m going to write now. A lot.
~~~~~~~
Kari was carried, kicking and screaming, down a hallway and towards the airlock, or so she assumed. KRJ4 took no notice of Kari’s furious flailing.
“Let me GO!” she screamed in his ear, but he ignored her. She kicked like a toddler being carried off to bed, but her kicks were less effective even than a toddler’s, and finally she gave up, trying to think of a way to escape.
She was no closer to freedom than when she had been captured when they reached the airlock. KRJ4 opened the door, shoved Kari in before she could try to break away, and closed the door again. It made a hissing noise as it sealed, but far, far, worse, was the hissing noise the other door made as it unsealed. Kari’s eyes went wide, as the vacuum of space filled the airlock.
((Okay, so if I’m totally wrong, forgive me. I have only a vague idea of what an airlock is.))
~~~~~~
Ian had backed into a wall, still holding the gun at arm’s length, and shaking with fear. And then Kahn fell, thump onto the floor, his chin striking it in a way that made Ian instinctively wince, glad that it had not been him. Kerj was behind the fallen Kahn, and it was clear that it had been him that tripped the High Patrician.
Kerj crossed the room in a second, and took the gun from Ian.
“It’s out of ammunition,” said Ian in a small voice. Kerj threw it to the side.
Jaa was muttering to himself as he fiddled with the numerous controls, his hands working almost too fast to be followed.
Okay, cont. from 222:
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Ian whirled, tears of rage stinging his eyes. He turned back down the corridor he had come from.
“What are you doing?” asked Jaa, just as horrified as Ian but less enraged.
“I’m going to kill Kahn!” cried Ian over his shoulder.
Jaa cursed. “He’ll kill you first!” he yelled, running after his companion.
“I don’t care,” said Ian, when Jaa had caught up and was holding him by both his wrists. “He killed Kari.”
There was nothing to say to that. Jaa let go. “Fine,” he said. “But I’m coming too.”
Ian nodded.
~~~~~
Okay, that’s all I can do with that.
I’m cunffuzled. Did you leave me a Kerj–clone?
226- Yes we did. There were 42, so there are still 38. You can kill a few of them, if you like. But not the real Kerj. he’s on the good side now.
I have writer’s block, so I’m just going to make a summary of where everyone is and such-like.
Setting: One of the Parents’ motherships, lately of the inside of Mercury, which is trying to crash Ceres and Mars together, right?
Cast of characters:
Kerj- now on the good side, out of nanobots.
KRJ1-KRJ4- deceased.
KRJ5-KRJ42 (wait . . . 42?)- In stasis, but I’m sure at least one will come out so Stormwatcher kill him.
Ian- really, really, REALLY mad, and heading towards Sebastian Kahn.
Jaa- Too cautious to be as mad as Ian, but not at all happy.
Kari- presumed dead. (I love making people think that their companions are dead.) She is making the most of it, but what that entails I honestly don’t know.
Sebastian Kahn- Slated to die by Ian’s hand.
Okay, that’s enough now.
“I have to get Ceres out of Mars’ path,” Jaa said, suddenly stopping. “I can’t come with you.”
He turned around and vanished into an auxiliary control room. Ian was on his own.
Not a good thing, as it turned out, because Kahn came full tilt down the corridor, holding the strange gun that he had used before. Another bolt of violet energy roared from its snout. The first blast missed, but Ian had nowhere to go. Kahn squeezed the trigger, aiming to kill.
Nothing happened.
A hologram of Jaa appeared down the hallway. “That’s a lepton beam, isn’t it?” he asked cheekily. “I just activated the anti-armament magna-fields and calibrated them to its energy signature. In layman’s terms, it won’t work.”
“Shut up, you dweeb,” growled Kahn, and smashed the projector.
Ian remembered the image of the body shooting out of the airlock and bursting into a smear of red fuzz. With a yell of fury, he hurled himself at Kahn, pounding him mercilessly. The High Patrician dropped the useless gun.
~~~
At that very moment, Jaa was guiding Ceres back into its orbit. The people down there must be panicking, he thought. But at least they have a chance, thanks to us.
The computer flashed a warning at him. TERTIARY CIRCUIT MAXED OUT. RECOMMEND TERMINATION OF PRESENT OPERATION.
Jaa did the calculations. If he let go of Ceres now, its orbit would be unstable, and it would plunge into the sun in a few weeks. Considering how bureaucratic the Solan Republic was, there was no way they would be able to evacuate the population in time.
DIVERT ALL POWER EXCEPT LIFE SUPPORT TO GRAV-ENGINES, he typed.
Unfortunately, this also included the anti-armament fields.
~~~
Kahn and Ian both saw the standby light on the boson beam flick back on, just before the lights went out. Then Kahn pinned Ian to the ground and reached for the gun.
Ian couldn’t believe he was about to die. Jaa would be found, and Kahn would complete his mad scheme. Millions of people would die, and Kari was already dead.
That thought surged through Ian like a tidal wave. With an effort he would never have been able to make when he was a scared kid back on Ceres, he threw Kahn off and grabbed the gun.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. His finger found the trigger. Kahn fell back to the floor, his long white coat trailing like a desperate flag of truce. Ian’s finger twitched. The deadly purple light shot out. Kahn’s head and upper torso vanished in a rush of blazing gas.
As the man responsible for Kari’s death crumpled to the floor, anger gave way to sadness in his mind, and he sank to the floor beside what was left of the High Patrician.
Dramatically enough, that was when red warning lights flicked on all over the ship. “EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY,” said a synthesized voice. “TERTIARY CIRCUIT ON OVERLOAD. PROBABLE DAMAGE LEVEL: CATASTROPHIC.”
229- Finally! Some character development! I’ve been wondering about Ian’s obstinate refusal to change, for better or worse, even though he’d been through all these adventures. But now he’s not such an innocent anymore… *sniff*
Oh well, I’ll write now.
Oh, by the way, “Probably Damage Level: Catastrophic,” is a hilarious line.
~~~~~~~~~
Kari stopped dead in her tracks. She had to find her friends–and her brother. And she hadn’t the slightest idea of where they were. On a hunch, she turned and bolted down the nearest corridor.
~~~
Ian got up slowly. He seemed incapable of going any faster, despite the urgent situation. He was about to go off in search of Jaa, but paused to pick up the lepton beam. He looked first at it, then at the remains of Sebastian Kahn–a human, not a Container–and had a very strong desire to throw it away.
But he didn’t. He kept it. “Who knows?” he thought. “It might come in handy.”
And then, gun in hand, he set off down the corridor.
Make that,
“On hearing the message, Kari stopped dead in her tracks.”
Not brilliant, but it’s okay.
This part is going to be shorter than the others. It’s only got 12600 words (or thereabouts), and all we have to do now is make them find each other and evacuate–not something that will take up 2400 words.
But who cares? We’re almost done! Can we have the publishing thread now? It would be good to start making preparations before we’ve completely finished, don’t you think?
Kari, running at top speed, crashed heavily into a dark-haired person who was pelting down a perpendicular corridor. She got an odd sense of deja vu, then remembered that this had also happened on Ceres, in the library. Which meant that the person now sprawled on the floor was Ian. Her senses, fuddled by the impact, shook themselves into order and confirmed her logic.
Ian’s senses, however, directly contradicted his logic. Kari was dead, yet she was standing right there.
((Someone else take over, I’m no good at reunion scenes.))
233- Ulp. Me neither. Oh well, I’ve two free and tedious hours in which to write one. I’ll post it when I’m done.
Please, GAPAs? About the publishing thread?
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How long, exactly, does a story have to be to be a novel?
(235) Answers vary but usually fall somewhere between 50,000 to 100,000 words for a standard novel, maybe 30 – 40,000 for a “young adult” novel.
Well, my edits have expanded the story considerably. I’m almost through with Part Two and I have over 31000 words. It’ll be novel-length by the time it’s done.
Okay, I’m working on that reunion scene. It may have Kari yanking Ian in another direction before he can get all emotional, but that’s okay. And I may end up exploiting my private sappy side. Ian would be a good candidate to channel that, too.
237- Exploit away. Despite my personal ineptitude writing it, a story needs some emotion to give it depth.
238- Okay. Just don’t tell my mom that I wrote it, okay? And it’s going to be cheesy.
I’ve never actually tried to write an emotional scene. I do like reading reunion scenes in books, but you wrote the best part. After the moment of realization, it gets sappy.
Okay, enough stalling.
~~~~~~~
“Kari!” exclaimed Ian. “You’re–you’re not dead.”
“Nope,” Kari grinned as she helped Ian up. “I’m not. But we will be if–” she was cut off, because Ian had suddenly dropped the gun and burst into tears.
Kari stood awkwardly on one leg, waiting for him to stop crying. He showed no sign of doing so, but now he was trying to talk as well as cry. Kari rolled her eyes. Even her renegade emotions never got as sappy as this.
“I killed him!” Ian was saying between sobs. “I killed Sebastian Kahn!” And then he switched the subject and started talking about something else–namely, how horrible it had been when he had thought Kari was dead.
Finally Kari could take no more. “Alright, Ian, I’m sorry,” she said. “But we can’t just stand here. We have to get out.”
Ian made a gallant attempt to stop the flow of tears, and succeeded somewhat. “I’m so glad you’re not dead, Kari,” he said, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“So am I,” replied Kari, taking him by the wrist and pulling him through the maze of corridors. “I can’t say the same about Sebastian Kahn.” She stopped and looked at the boy, who appeared to be about to start crying again. “Never mind,” she said. “Forget I said that. Where’s Jaa?”
“I don’t know,” said Ian. “Kari–if your alive, then who was that? I saw someone through the window.”
“KRJ4,” said Kari. “Speaking of–” she stopped again. “Kerj!” she exclaimed. “We need to find Kerj!”
~~~~~~~~
Okay, how was that? Not very good, but I couldn’t really see any other way out. I am now officially bad at writing emotion.
Note: Ian dropped the lepton beam, if you want to develop that.
Dang, I can’t leave this thread for 2 hours.
I just realized that I said Okay three times before writing. And once after. How redundant is that?
I was nervous, though, so I have an excuse.
How about that thread, GAPAs?
Oh wait . . . sorry. I made a promise not to bug you. I haven’t been keeping it very well, though, have I?
240- Nope.
2227-No, I just want one of them to dissapear, or not be there; I have an idea for a sequel.
In my humble opinion, this doesn’t need a sequel. I’m tired of series, and I think this would be better if it stood alone.
I don’t need another writing project yet. I think that maybe Canix is right. Not everything needs a sequel, and the idea of continuing with this particular story and plotline is exceedingly unappetizing. If someday we would like to dig out the old characters, there is nothing wrong with that, but let’s just defeat the Parents, okay? I need closure.
And if we do end up digging out the old characters, can we wait for them to actually be buried first?
Is anyone going to write, or shall I continue?
I guess I’ll continue. Beware my ignorance of the insides of ships!
~~~~
Jaa stood up. Ceres was back in orbit, and now the only people in immediate danger were Ian, Kerj, Sebastian Kahn, Jaa himself and the Containers in this ship. And boy were they in danger, too.
~~~~
Okay, so that’s all I can do. *shrugs* Oh well.
244 – Yea, I’m ready for a really long break.
Right now I’m working on updating my word document to all of Alice’s editing.
If we’re not going to do a seqeul, we should use our extra 1,500 words to have them remembering to get the uranicium-136 (an unresolved plot element) and going and giving it to the Preservers, and then give a summary of a few years afterword.
Eventually, if we’re up for it, we can do a revival.
*wipes brow* I was practically dying of suspense because the internet was down, but I knew that E2MB had posted here because I saw it in the recent comments.
I don’t really think we need a summary of the next few years. For one thing, it might ruin the natural serenity or humor of our last line if we talk about the future. For another, I personally think that we should end the book with them remembering about the uranicium-136, which they had forgotten all about, and not bother with the details of them fetching it.
Okay, is anyone going to write? Oh well. *types madly*
~~~~~
“The last I saw him he was fighting with his clones,” said Ian.
“How many?” asked Kari urgently. She had just been reunited with her brother; she didn’t want him to end up dead before they could get out of this accursed place.
“I don’t remember,” said Ian. “But I think it may have been this way.” He turned back along the corridor and Kari followed, as the alarms, which had paused, started up again. They couldn’t afford to waste time.
~~~~~
Kerj was having definite trouble. He had barricaded himself in the control room with the weapons from SAJ and QIN, but his replicas didn’t care. There were many of them, and they could afford the death of a few, in order to kill the renegade.
~~~~~~~
GAPAs, could we please have the publishing thread? We’re nearly done with the story. Will you give it to us then?
Jaa ran down the hallway, but he was knocked down as the door to the room of Kerj clones suddenly was thrown open when he happened to be running by it. Kerj was running out first, panting. A crowd of clones raced after him, determined to destroy their traitor.
Jaa gazed up from the floor as the stampede dissapeared. Then he raced into clone storage room, typed in a 30-character password, and ordered the trackers to blast the Kerj clones with a beam of radiation. He pressed Y two times, then the computer screen went black. All power shut down. Smoke started emitting from the mainframe. Then a powerful blast blew up the computer, sending parts flying through the air.
Jaa suddenly remembered hearing, “TERITARY CIRCUIT OVERLOAD. PROBABLE DAMAGE LEVEL: CATASTROPHIC.” Then he blacked out as a chunk of lasar-beams from the plasma screen shot into his face.
251- Lovely, lovely.
We do a lot of knocking-out of our characters in this RRR, don’t we?
When they reached the spot where Ian had dropped the gun, Ian ignored it. Kari picked it up. She had not the aversion to guns that Ian seemed to have developed, and this might be terribly useful, especially if Kerj really was fighting a large number of his clones.
Please, GAPAs? I really need somewhere to vent my obsession. Actually putting my obsession to use would be even better, and what better way to do that than discuss publishing? (And actually research it too! I could do that on my own, but it will be more fun if I’m doing it with other people.) Of course, editing would be even better, but this isn’t ready to be edited yet. So please?
*feels bad for bugging the GAPAs, who are most likely really busy*
*hits submit anyways*
EEP! *cowers* Where to start, where to start? Maybe with taking a college-level course on researching things?
Kari and Ian ran blindly on. Sometimes, there would be a shuddering boom that would make them stop dead for a few seconds, and Ian was fairly sure that the flickers he noticed lurking at the corners of his vision were really fires, but there was no time to check. They had to find Kerj and Jaa, and there was no more time. They were running so hard hat they had nearly forgotten their quest, and were therefore quite stunned when Kerj nearly bowled them over, his clones in hot pursuit. He was not in good shape. His breath came ragged, and he was bleeding, though it was impossible to tell in this frenzied state whether it was serious or not.
Kari recovered from her shick first, in a matter of tenths of seconds. “Stand back,” she ordered, and held up the lepton beam. “I think I can deal with this.”
Ian reflected tiredly that Kari almost enjoyed this. He was too out-of-breath to object to the gun, or he might have tried to stop her, but as it was he merely closed his eyes, plugged his ears, and tried to curl into a small compact ball. Kerj watched grimly as Kari opened fire.
The clones did not stand a chance. The whole hall was filled with violet fire for a solid minute, and when it at last stopped, not a single of Kerj’s replicas remained.
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Sorry, Stormwatcher. We don’t need a sequel, and if you didn’t have a special death planned for it, then we can just get rid of them all.
But it never states how many died.
256-Its okay.
Um…I’ve thought about this story for a long time, and I noticed some things…
Uh, first of all, I think our book has a teense bit too much violence (mainly in the climax scene). I know I wrote some of it *cringes*, but I think on the whole, violence disturbs people who don’t like it and prevents books from being on the middle-school literature reading list. If our book is aimed at older audiences than middle-schoolers, I think our story is okay, but I really don’t want to see this book somehow getting a negative review, saying it promotes mindless killing. (That’s pretty much what Kari does. I tried to prevent that a little bit by having Ian stop Kari from mindlessly shooting down the police ships.)
And second, I somehow don’t fell comfterable that they’re outlaws. I really think they should have a clean record. I know this can’t be removed from the story, but I have an idea for the ending…..
Kari, Ian, and Jaa are captured by the police, and taken into court. They ask to see the president of the Solan Republic, and explain in great detail all the Parent’s cruelty, tranny, and most of all their Project Neoterra, which would destroy Mars and Ceres and kill millions of citizens. They explain how they were fighting for their lives, and for many other’s lives.
After this, they are given a mild sentence (like 70 hours of community service or something similar) and the president tells them, if they had just told the Solan Republic about the Parents, they could’ve taken care of them easily, and that they wouldn’t have to get into all this trouble.
And lastly of all, they tell them about the Preservers, and the president is so touched by their attempt to preserve earth that all the best scientists, equipment, and materials are gathered to help the Preservers. The book ends with all the ships traveling to Terra, ready to help the Preservers on their mission, and to restore mankind’s home in the universe.
Any good?
258- Kari’s a Container. Yes, she’s a renegade, and she has emotion, but underneath all that, there are Container instincts, and there is Container ruthlessness, and such like. She’s Kari. But you’re right. You know, let’s rewind to before post 256. I don’t like the fact that I let myself get quite so carried away. All I can say is, it’s a genre I normally wouldn’t touch, but I did, and it’s violent. We didn’t get very graphic (well, I did wish Canix hadn’t written the bit about blood, but you can’t ignore it completely), and I justified myself there. Well, I didn’t actually think about it at all. Oh god, now I’m all remorseful. *shakes head to clear it*
As for them being outlaws, your plan sounds okay to me. But the government was originally meant to be fairly corrupted when this was begun.
Now I feel awful about the violence. I didn’t write too much of it, at least.
What’s more, I can tone down the violence when I edit, if you like, and make Kari kill fewer people, maybe. And considering that all of the dedicated writers are middle-school or below (or above, but only by a year), it seems odd that it would be taken off middle school reading lists.
And we’re back to Kari’s violence. Essentially, Ian is the protagonist, even if we have a few Kari or Jaa POVs. He is against violence, as is obvious. Jaa, while not as anti-violence as Ian, does try to keep Kari in check slightly, and it seems to me like Kari’s violence is seen as one of her downfalls, not a good thing. One thing we do not want, though, is for this story to get all moralistic, so maybe it’d be best if I just watered down the violence in the edit.
260 – Well, yea. Having the story be all moralistic would not be good. The only violence I really was kind of blown away by was in our climax scene.
Today I talked to my church’s youth pastor. I told him everything, and he asked about this RRR. I breifly told him the plot, and then described how fun it was to imagine all the planets and their own ecosystems, populations, and cities. He said, “There isn’t any bad things your parents wouldn’t like in the story?” and I was like, “uh…….” A few years ago I wrote a stupid short story called “Mrs. Halloweeney and the Wizard Dude” in which Mrs. Halloweeney and the Wizard Dude develop a method to kill kids on Halloween, then carry it out. My parents made me throw it in the trash, and I was very careful after that to severely limit my violence.
261- I doubt my parents would really care about the violence, but I do. It disturbs me greatly that I can kill characters with such impunity. I would never even have noticed that I was being ridiculously over-zealous with the battles if you hadn’t pointed it out, and now I am appalled! I actually wrote scenes with killing! And that just blew me away. I am glad you brought it to my attention. I’m over my stage of horrible horrible guilt that I actually wrote an action scene, and now I’ll just say, let’s rewind to post 251.
Just one question . . . You told your pastor everything???? Isn’t that a little extreme?
262 – Not everything everything, but I told the youth pastor a lot of stuff because I wanted him to know my situation. He gave me some good advice, and now I’m waiting for a good moment to tell my parents.
I really want to write, but I have to go to bed now. I’ll try and see if I can write tomorrow morning, but my family is leaving for a trip tomorrow at like 10:00 am, and I won’t get back until late sunday night, so it might be a while b
Gosh, I stayed away expecting to come back and realizing I missed the end. but no!! Wow!
I am sort of sticking my nose in here, but I’m now remembering why I liked this RRR in the first place, before I went back to my safe refuge of .1. So I’ve got a couple opinions to share, ’cause that’s just how I roll. I emailed it to Alice, but Alice does not an RRR make.
I am only in the process of reading Part 3, so I’m not sure how gratuitous the violence there is, but my general opinion on violence in books is this: If you’re writing about a war (which you are), thou shalt not sugarcoat. Killing people is unpleasant and wreaks havoc on your morals, but you’re not supposed to like it. You can’t just write about some ambiguous noble cause, saving the solar system or whatever, without including the less savory details of war. It’s not a noble thing at all, and anybody writing about it will eventually have to face the fact that there is no war without death. Getting rid of most or all of the violence, having battles in which the worst thing that happens to anyone is a crack over the head or lightly bleeding arm, that’s not real, and anyone reading your book can tell you’re skirting the real terrors of war. They’ll think that either you’re unwilling to face the truth or that you’re trying to talk down to them.
I’m not saying you have to write graphic blood-and-guts violence; half the time that is gratuitous and loses its power to shock and horrify. But the fact is that war is unsettling. Someone writing or reading violence isn’t supposed to be comfortable with the words on the page. Deathless battles are also gratuitous, in that they’re just sort of there. There’s no emotional impact for the characters or the reader, because hey, we didn’t kill anyone! It’s a mechanical execution of a scene that has the potential to be deep and painful.
Well said, Penty, well said. I don’t like the idea of watering it down because it seems cowardly, but I am horrified that I wrote violence. It is, however, good for experience. Och well, we’ll live with it.
266 (Alice)- We will indeed live with it.
I think that being horrified at violence (writing, reading, or ambiguous deity forbid, performing) is a good thing. It keeps us human. Actually, that’s one of the reasons I don’t want to tone Kari down–her willingness to kill without thinking of how awful it is is something that distinctly marks her as not human. (The flip side of that is Ian, who would probably have difficulty squishing bugs if there were bugs in space, seems decidedly more compassionate and human.)
267- I agree. With whatever you’re saying, I’m too tired to really comprehend it. But that’s the thing about Kari–she was essentially a killing machine, before she went renegade. It’s only natural that she still kills without thinking about it, and even if at the same time she claims to hat the Parents and all that they stand for, she will never be completely cured of her Container instincts.
I think we’re taking this issue really far, much further than is necessary. But it is kind of fun to analyze.
“You just… ” Ian gasped. “You just killed them all!”
“They were trying to kill us,” Kari said harshly. “Would you have preferred it if I hugged them?”
Ian stared at the wisps of ash floating down, and remembered Kari’s expression as she pulled the trigger. It was cold, devoid of any emotion at all. Like a machine.
“I was a Container before I was a renegade,” Kari said, as though reading his thoughts. “And that sort of programming has a lasting effect. I just don’t feel any remorse. ” She sighed deeply, as though ashamed.
Kerj placed a hand on his sister’s shoulder. “That isn’t all you are,” he said. “We all have a chance to redeem ourselves. Even me.”
Jaa dashed out of a side door. His hair was covered in ash, and one side of his face was black and blue, but his eyes still shone with fiery resolve. “OK, touchy-feely moment over! The ship is blowing up, in case you hadn’t noticed!”
((There. Little bit of emotion to balance out all the blood and guts, eh?
Speaking of which, I’m sorry about the blood, but Kerj’s nanobots were the only way to save Ian’s life that I could think of at the time.))
269- You’re much better at it than I! In fact, you’re rather good at it.
That wasn’t the blood I was talking about, actually. I was talking about the Container that died by going out the airlock.
You know what I feel like reading right now? E2MB’s Terraformed Encyclopedia. I need to read something that’s related to the story but isn’t the story. Argh. *wanders off to do something story-related that isn’t edit*
A
Antavo
The pilot of the ship that took Kari and Jaa to Luna in Terraformed: Io. He speaks in a heavy southern accent, and is said to be a friend of the Parents.
Artificial-gravity machines
Machines that can generate high amounts of artificial gravity.
In Chapter 6 of Terraformed: Io, Jaa tells Ian and Kari he designed the artificial-gravity machines, and describes how they function. “It works because neutrinos swarm to electromagnetism. If you have a big enough electromagnetic force, the neutrinos are attracted to it. However, I have also found that nuclear force repels them. Even the Parent’s most brilliant scientists haven’t figured that one out!”
The only artificial-gravity machines in function are under the Parent’s Gigacorp facility on Io, though they were blown up at the end of Terraformed: Io.
Artisphere
Artispheres are artificially created atmospheres, put on some of the more populated planetoids so that inhabitants don’t have to wear oxygen masks all the time.
Autospear
An autospear is a special type of knife that has some programmed functions designed to help the user with their task. Autospears randomly malfunction, though, and when first released they resulted in many deaths, including the death of Ian’s Uncle Barnaby.
B
Becca
The captain of one of the interplanetary police ships.
Betren
The official currency of the Solan republic, it is used everywhere except Ceres, which uses cores, and Terra, which uses dollars.
Betwers buy Kari’s fuel in Terraformed: CALLISTO with betrens, and later Kari and Ian use betrens to buy shuttle tickets from Mars to Ceres.
Betwer
A Betwer is a type of robot, said to somewhat resemble crabs.
Betwers are first encountered in Terraformed: IO, when Kari and Ian are in Sector 8 on Luna, though they don’t do anything significant. In the last sentences of Terraformed: IO, Kari says, “The Betwers will pay through the nose through this fuel,†and Ian says, “Do Betwers even have noses?†In the first paragraph of Terraformed: CALLISTO, a Betwer buys a can of fuel from Kari at the apparently exorbant price of 7 betrens. Later, a ship’s captain calls guards, who are “nothing but tiny robotsâ€, which could mean Betwers.
C
Callisto
Callisto is the location of the Parent’s main headquarters and at least one mining town. See also Parents.
Cavern City
Cavern City is the largest city on Ganymede. It consists of two main parts: a spire on the surface of Ganymede, and an underground section.
The top section, a 700-foot tall spire, is known to sell fuel, and is notable for being extremely crowded.
The underground section is built around the edges of a huge underground lake in a cavern, and the main form of transportation is personal hovercraft.
Ceres
A heavily populated planetoid, Ceres is part of the Parent’s project NeoTerra.
Ian was born on Ceres.
Container
Genetically enhanced humans, Containers make up the work force of the Parents. They all have white-blond hair and green eyes.
All Containers are given a 3-letter ID name: the first letter names when it was built, the second number identifies what model it is, and the third designates the individual.
Containers are never allowed to feel any emotion except anger. The punishment for violating this rule is humiliation.
Containers that have appeared in the Terraformed trilogy include HAV, IAN, JAA, KRI, KRJ, LAQ, LAJ, QIN, SAH, SAJ, SRK, VAK, and VEN.
Core
The official currency of Ceres. Everywhere else in the Solan Republic uses betrens except for Terra, which uses dollars.
D
Dollar
The official currency of Terra. Betrens are used everywhere except Ceres, which uses Cores.
E
Earth
The name of Terra before World War Last. See also World War Last and Terra.
Escape Pod
An escaping device equipped on presumably every major ship. Its size is approximately the size of a small room. Kari’s ship, the Victory, is an escape pod with many add-ons and upgrades.
An escape pod is first used in Terraformed: IO, when police are chasing the regenade’s ship and an escape pod is what carries the regenades from their destroyed ship to the surface of Io. In Terraformed: CALLISTO, the police are again chasing the regenade’s ship, and they use an escape pod to eject, which carries them to the surface of Callisto.
G
Ganymede
A moon of Jupiter. It has a relatively large population, with its biggest city being Cavern City.
Gigacorp
The name of the Parent’s facility on Io. It houses many factories and the Parent’s anti-gravity machines. It is blown up at the end of Terraformed: IO. See also Anti-gravity machines.
Globe
Small round balls from the Ancient Terran time. The only one used in the Terraformed trilogy appears in Chapter 2 of Terraformed: IO and is filled with a parachute, but it saves the lives of Kari and Ian.
H
Habitat
Collections of Terran wildlife. All mentioned in the Terraformed trilogy maintained in an isolated space station except for the Preserver’s habitat underground.
HAV
The security General in the Parent’s main headquarters on Callisto. He is last seen arguing with Kerj about how some inmates escape right before the Great Container Revolt.
High Patrician
The highest ranking a Parent can get. Sebastian Kahn is the High Patrician in the time the Terraformed Trilogy is set.
I
Ian
Born in 2175, Ian is a nice, moderately ignorant, orphan. He has dark hair and blue eyes. He’s an orphan, and was living on Ceres until he met Kari and started running all over the galaxy. He likes adventure, or at least part of him does, but when it comes to the crunch, he generally starts wishing he was back on Ceres, in the library, which is his favorite place to be. If he has time to think about that sort of thing. He is fascinated by anything from Terra.
He doesn’t like the thought of killing or hurting people, except the Parents or Containers (not the renegades). He has a habit of picking up useful things, e.g., the auto-spear or the book about time travel.
IAN
An old senile Container who works at the Parent’s Headquarters on Callisto. He allows Ian to escape at a crucial moment in Terraformed: CALLISTO.
Io
Io, being covered with volcanoes, is the location of not much more than the Parent’s Gigacorp facility. Io is blown up by Kari, Ian, and Jaa at the end of Terraformed: IO. See also Gigacorp.
J
Jaa
An authoritative Container, he is a renegade scientist, and the designer of the gravitational engines that were part of the Parents’ master plan. He is needed by the Parents to redesign the engines. His Container name is JAA. The Parents kept him as young as possible, only unfreezing him when absolutely necessary, so he is only eleven or twelve.
He was born on Terra in South America on January 8, 2037, which is before WWL. His Parents died in the Great Evacuation.
JAA
Jaa’s Container ID name. See Jaa.
K
Kari
Kari is a fierce and determined renegade Container. She has spent about 70 years frozen in sentient cryogenics. She was born on Mars in 2104 and orphaned at age 3. The Parents kidnapped her and turned her into a Container. She has ran away at least 7 times, and the 5th time she got rid of her microchip, thus making it harder to be caught. She had very recently gotten out of cryogenics when she met Ian, and is rather ignorant about the more modern inventions.
She has the standard Container looks: white-blond hair and green eyes; and superior vision. Her name comes from the 3-letter ID given to her by the Parents: KRI.
Kerj
A high-ranking Parent (though in Terraformed: MERCURY he is revealed to be a renegade), he was born in 2106, presumably on Mars. He is Kari’s sister.
KRI
Kari’s Container ID name. See Kari.
KRJ
Kerj’s Container ID name. See Kerj.
L
LAQ
Kerj’s personal Container and servant, almost always present when he is around, constantly asking him questions. One of the few Containers to survive the Great Container Revolt.
LAJ
One of the few Containers to survive the Great Container Revolt.
Luna
The name the Moon was given after World War Last.
Luna was occupied heavily by humans from 2042-2043, but after that the population disappeared due to lack of essential nutrients for life.
M
Magnabeam
Magnabeams are the main weapon used by ships in the Terraformed trilogy.
There are two main types of magnabeams: the first type is the low-quality magnabeams, which are illegal. When they hit a ship, they vaporize it. The second type of magnabeams is the high-quality ones, which are relatively expensive, but not illegal. When they hit a ship, they do not vaporize it but instead cause all humans inside to pass out, thus enabling them to be easily caught.
Magnabeams are first mentioned in Chapter 1 of Terraformed: CALLISTO when the regenades are picking out weapons for their ship, the Victory. They manage to get 2 second-hand illegal magnabeams.
A few chapters later, the interplanetary police chase them. Kari wants to use the deadly magnabeams to vaporize the ships, but Ian views this as unethical and prevents Kari from doing so. Kari then tries to use the magnabeams to destroy the Parent’s headquarters, but misses, and ejects out the escape pod. The Parent’s headquarters, in turn, fires several illegal magnabeams at Kari’s ship, vaporizing it and the police ships behind it but not Kari, as she ejected through the escape pod with Ian and Jaa moments earlier. But the Parents then fire a high-quality magnabeam at the escape pod, causing Kari, Ian, and Jaa to be knocked unconscious, after which the Parents soon capture them.
Mars
Being the first major planet to be terraformed, Mars is the most populous of all the planets. It is not a very highly prized living quarter though, because of its constant wars and grumpy residents. It is commented in Terraformed: CALLISTO that ancient humans named Mars after the god of war, and little did they know how fitting this name would be thousands of years later.
Mars was first visited by humans in 2043, a year after the Great Evacuation. It’s terrain, even after extensive Terraforming, is said to resemble Siberia, even at the equator. As a result, the only colonized area is a thin belt across the equator.
Mars also is the site of Marsgarden, a deposit of deadly acids beneath Mars’s surface.
See also Mars01, Mars02, and Mars03.
Mars01
The first country to be founded on Mars. It is constantly fighting Mars02 for the rights to the ancient Martian artifacts, claiming it should own them because it was founded first.
Mars02
The second country to be founded on Mars. It owns a museum of some ancient Martian artifacts, which have caused Mars01 to declare war on it.
Mars02’s citizens are notorious for being swindlers, frauds, and generally grumpy folk.
Mars03
The third country to be founded on Mars. It is known for being generally more peaceful than Mars02 and Mars01.
Marsgarden
Marsgarden, discovered in 2099, is a deposit of deadly acids directly beneath Mars’s surface.
Marsicans
The name citizens of Mars are called.
Mercury
Mercury is the closest planet to the Sun, and for this reason it has never been colonized. Average temperatures are in the low 700s, and heat suits are essential for any visitor not equipped with huge amounts of nanobots.
The Parents secretly built a huge underground base there, and in Terraformed: MERCURY they blew up Mercury and used the pieces in part of their Project Neoterra.
Microchip
A small computer chip implanted into every human born so that they can be kept track of. They can also affect the personality of a human, if programmed in the right way.
Microchips can be removed, but the process is extremely painful, so most people leave it in. In Terraformed: IO Kari tells Ian she removed her original microchip by holding a lit firecracker to her skin, and later in Terraformed: CALLISTO she removes a second microchip that has been inserted into her by carving it out with a knife.
Moon
The name of Luna before World War Last. See Luna.
N
Neoterra, Project
Project Neoterra was Sebastian Kahn’s plan to create a new Terra, and all his followers were called the Parents.
Project Neoterra requires several steps. First, Ceres and Mars are smashed together, creating a body of land roughly the size of Terra. Then, this “Neoterra†is terraformed, making it habitable. Finally, several habitats are hijacked and their contents planted on Neoterra.
However, this caused the Preservers to expel Sebastian Kahn because smashing Ceres and Mars together would result in millions dead, which violated their basic goal: to preserve life.
O
Orca, The
The Orca is one of the Parent’s ships. It is one of the extremely few ships at the Parent’s main headquarters on Callisto to survive the Great Container Revolt. The only other ship to survive was the Victory.
The Orca is later used by the Parents to transport all the still-living Containers to Mercury in Terraformed: CALLISTO, to start Project Neoterra in Terraformed: MERCURY.
P
Parents
Originally part of the Preservers, the Parents split off because the Preservers did not approve of their preposed Project Neoterra.
Patrician, High
See High Patrician.
Pocket Organizer
A device that enables the user to easily talk to anybody in the solar system. Presumably they also fit in pockets.
Preservers
A group of people who live on Terra, whose mission is to preserve life. They have a small Habitat set up at their underground base in Antarctica. They numbered 31 in late 2187.
Their eventual goal is to terraform Terra so it is habitable again.
Project Neoterra
See Neoterra, Project.
Q
QIN
One of the few Containers active at the Great Container Revolt to survive. She has a trusting nature.
R
Racks
Torture devices used by the Parents. They are never physically described. A number grade rates them in severness. The highest known grade a rack has been given is 60. Jaa describes a rack 50 being “worse than deathâ€.
Radiation
Used by some as a weapon, Radiation is a chemical substance that causes nearby objects to melt and evaporate in thin air. When in large quantities, radiation looks lime-green. Too much radiation has rendered Terra virtually lifeless.
Radiation Suits
Suits that are not destroyed by Radiation, and thus enable the wearer protection. Radiation Suits are a necessity when on the surface of Terra.
S
SAH
One of the few Containers to survive the Great Container Revolt.
SAJ
An often angry and suspicious Container, SAJ is an experienced pilot, computer user and fighter, and is one of the few Containers that survived the Great Container Revolt. While working at the Parent’s Headquarters, he functioned mainly as a prison guard.
Solana
A common word used to mean the Solar System.
Solan Republic
The Government of the Solar System. They frequently send police ships to capture the renegades, but never succeed.
SRK
One of the few containers to survive the Great Container revolt, he distracts Kerj at a crucial moment to allow Ian to pass as a Container and get into the Parent’s secret underground base on Mercury.
Sebastian Kahn
The High Patrician, Sebastian Kahn is the designer of Project Neoterra and he rules over all the Parents. He is killed by Ian in Terraformed: MERCURY.
Stephen Rosinburg
A fictional time-traveler said to land on Terra in August 2189. He appears in the book “To Travel in Time†in Luna’s Library. See also “To Travel in Timeâ€.
T
Terra
Terra is the name given to Earth after World War Last. Terra bears a striking difference to Earth, which may be why it was renamed.
The general terrain is black dirt and huge puddles of water. There is no atmosphere except for abundant swirls of green radiation, which are visible from space.
There is generally a lack of life on Terra, though it can be assumed a few archaebacteria still live deep inside the soil. Aside from that, all other life lives in the underground headquarters of the Preservers.
Terra’s currency is still dollars, despite nobody has them except the Preservers.
Teleportation Device
A device invented by the Parents to speed up interplanetary travel. The only known use of it is when the Parents use it to send Kari, their prisoner, to Terra.
“To Travel In Timeâ€
A hoax book planted in Luna’s Library by the Parents in order to lure Kari and Ian to Terra so they can be captured. A significant portion of the text is printed in Terraformed: IO.
Short plot summary: Several new theories are brought up about time travel. New evidence is found that time travel is actually possible. A mysterious scientist, Dr. Stephen Rosinburg, makes a time machine and tests it in San Francisco in the year 2037, traveling forward in time 150 years.
Kari and Ian read that his predicted landing date is the next day, Ian persuades Kari to take him to Terra so they can rescue the scientist, but this ends in them being captured by the Parents.
U
Uranicium-136
One of the rarest elements on the periodic table, Uranicium-136 is only found on the asteroid 8128-AIRE. Its only known property is that it dissolves radiation.
V
VAK
One of the two Containers who briefly guard Jaa while in the Parent’s headquarters. He is one of the few Containers active at the Great Container Revolt to survive.
VEN
One of the two Containers who briefly guard Jaa while in the Parent’s headquarters.
Victory, The
Kari, Ian, and Jaa’s personal ship. It is made of an escape pod.
W
World War Last
Also referred to as WWL or WW3, World War Last is a Nuclear War that takes place in 2042 and spews so much radiation into Earth’s atmosphere that it is rendered uninhabitable. After World War Last, Earth is renamed Terra.
Woah!!
273 – Have you read the whole story?
Oh gee whiz. I’m two-thirds of the way asleep, so I’ll read it tomorrow… I think. I’m mostly asleep right now, just checking up on the RRR.
274-Uh…Yeah…I’m Lord Ragevuire! I’m not on the who’s here list yet though…Sigh. But I am LR right GAPAs??
276 – Ooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! I didn’t know that!
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Kari’s Container instincts immediately took over. Forgetting all about what she had just been talking about, she ran over to a specially marked cabinet and pulled out oxygen suits. “Get in one!” she screamed hoarsely, and managed to put one on.
A huge short circuit caused a computer mainframe to blow up on the other side of the room, lighting much of the room on fire.
Jaa and Kerj put theirs on fast, and ran after Kari to the airlock. But Ian was still struggling to pull the suit up over his waist.
Kari looked back. Ian was still trying to zip up his suit. The flames were almost upon him…Ian fell to the ground, engulfed in the firey flames.
“NOOOO!!!” Kari screamed, and ran to Ian, picked him up, and dragged him toward the airlock. Jaa sealed the door and ejected the hatch, and just as they were leaving the ship exploded in a huge fireball, sending the foursome rocketing through space until the airlock ran into some sort of ship, denting it badly.
Kari opened the door to the airlock and looked out. The airlock was lodged in the side of a Police ship. Then Kari looked behind her and saw hundreds of other Police ships surrounded them.
That was the last thing she saw before 47 magnabeams fired in unison at the regenades.
Ian regained consciousness only to realize that he was shackled to a wall. Through a reinforced carboglass window, he could see twisted hunks of metal gently tumbling down towards the rusty surface of Mars.
Hundreds of Containers dead, Ian thought. Before the programming, they were real people. Nobody knows what their hopes and dreams were. We killed them all.
He knew that they had saved the lives of countless millions more on Ceres, Ida, Dactyl and Mars. But even so, as he saw the wreckage, some of it still blazing as liquid oxygen tanks burst and mingled with heated fuel, he couldn’t come to terms with it.
Things aren’t as black and white as I believed they were, back on Ceres. We just have to muddle along and do what we think is right.
He turned his head, looking around the room. On the opposite wall was Kari, hair disheveled, but with the same devil-may-care grin as she’d had when they first met. To his left was Kerj, smiling peacefully, free of the mental prison he’d been in for so long. Jaa was trying to smile, but his expression came out as a lopsided sneer, considering that his face was a mass of bruises.
Ian returned their smiles. He didn’t know what would happen to them next, but with his friends on his side, they would somehow get out of this scrape. They’d faced enemies deadlier, more well equipped, and, to be frank, smarter than the Solar Police. And then maybe they’d settle down on Terra, and help the Preservers begin a new Project Neoterra- one that would not destroy, but create.
We have too many convenient cabinets. There’s always just what they need on a shelf somewhere.
Oh well. It’s kind of amusing, actually.
278- Is that it, then? The end? It seems like a good place to end, but we may want to finish the story up a bit more.
An epilogue! That’s what we need! Someone write an epilogue!
Word count: 14252. Close enough. We just need to write the epilogue.
~~~~~~
EPILOGUE
Ian watched the grey rocks of Antarctica loom larger below them, and the sickly green water splash feebly on the sand. It was not a pretty picture of Terra, like the few images that remained. But it was Terra, and it was real, and that was more than the pretty pictures could ever boast.
The big man at the controls shook his head at the sight before them. “Not like the liveimages, is it now?” he commented.
“No,” said Ian. “It’s isn’t. But we’ll make it like the liveimages. And this time, we’ll keep it that way.”
We are done. This RRR is officially concluded.
Congratulations! Pies for everybody!
I’ve read a few post here. can the gapas post all 3 posts on a new thread so people can read it?
posts should be parts.
Oooh, cool. And I just read most of chapter 8 (editing as I went). *pies all the writers* *opens bottle of sparkling apple juice* Great job, everyone!
283- YES!
284- Thanks!
285- No, not yet. That shall happen later, when they’re all edited. And then we have to delete them so that we can publish it. I don’t think that you’re allowed to publish something that has been published elsewhere.
287- Hooray! Thanks! *toasts* *pies*
We’re DONE!
Now what? Does anyone know? Should we edit and talk about publishing now?
WHAT??????????? DONE????? WAIT!!!!!!! STOP!!!!!!!!!!! HOLD IT!!!!!!!!!!! *reads* Um….so the end is that they’re shackled to a wall? I feel like you left me at a cliffhanger! Shouldn’t we get them the clean record first with the police?
391- Lots of books end on cliffhangers. And besides, there’s the epilogue. And this way, we let the reader decide what happens. No offense, but if we tried to write about what happened after, and giving them a clean record and everything, it would take all the punch out of the story. If you like, I can mention in the edit that their record is clean, and if we try to publish, the editor will probably take one look at the end and make us rewrite, but let’s leave it at this for the time being. Please?
It seems like we wrapped it up pretty well. Ian reflects back on the adventure (bit of character development there), and he feels certain they’ll escape the Solar Police. I agree with Alice: This lets the reader imagine how they did it, which will prevent the “post-book letdown” that you get when all the characters’ adventures are over.
292 – Okay. I was just sort of shocked to leave for one day and then suddenly POOF you’re done.
*sigh*
I absolutely HATE books that end with cliffhangers.
294: It’s not a cliffhanger. The epilogue makes it clear that they got out and got to Terra.
OOoooooohhh. This is sooo not how I ever imagined the ending would be. *faints*
296-The police showing up was very anticlimactic, so I had to cut it short. Would you have read a book where the characters defeated the bad guys in a blaze of glory, and then spent the next chapter defending their case before a court? I know I’d have put it down.
Sorry about the brutal constructive criticism, and I hope you don’t take offense.
I’m getting a headache. I’m still shocked at the sheer abruptness of the ending.
Shall we announce it on the random thread?
297 – Ah.
Well, whatever.
Forget it.
*leaves*
No, E2MB, don’t leave!
299- That we’re done? Sure!
WHAAAATTT??????
Radiation does NOT cause things to “melt and evaporate into thin air.” It is also not a “substance,” and definitely not “lime green.”
Happy dance!!!!!
302- Hmm. We’ll have to deal with that. I strongly suspect that E2MB’s encyclopedia is going to go out of date as soon as I post the newest version of the story.
Radiation in the context of nuclear explosions is usually gamma radiation, which is a type of energy that causes harmful effects such as radiation sickness and burns. On Terra in Terraformed, the radiation takes effect much faster than usual because of its enormous concentration.
This RRR is abnormal. In a good way, but still abnormal. The only other RRR that got this far was probably the original one, and that still hasn’t been concluded. And this one took a far shorter period of time. Does anyone have any idea why?
306-well,people like sci-fi more than fantisy.
299 – I don’t see why not.
302 – Really? It’s not lime-green? Then we’ll have to edit some passages that take place on Terra. In Part 1, where they attempt to rescue the scientist on Terra, it says “swirls of green radiation in the skies”.
304 – Belive me, I’m working on it.
305 – Wonderful! I’ll substitute that paragraph for my article in the Encyclopedia. The version I posted, just so you know, is very out-of-date, as I have expanded and updated numerous articles. Heck, maybe I should just post it on Wikipedia and have you edit it to your heart’s content.
306 – Because I wouldn’t let it die when it was on the brink of abandonement. DUR. j/k… I think sci-fi is easier to write than fantasy, and writing stories about the future fires our imagination and makes us write more.
IMPORTANT NOTICE ALL YE PEOPLES: starting Monday, June 25, I will temporarily have to leave MuseBlog. I don’t know how long it will be. It could be just a week, it could be several months. Don’t panic! One day I will return in glory. :bigspookyeyes:
306- Ummmm… I really don’t know. Maybe because most of the authors are really active, and also really dedicated.
308- Fare well, brave comrade!
So now what? I have compiled most of Part 3, up until about three-quarters of the way through the climax scene in which I fell hopelessly behind. Should I post?
310- I would have posted it, except that you always number it.
Oh joy. I just read about copyrighting. Firstly, it’ll cost a lot of money. $50 dollars, about. Maybe less, maybe more. Secondly, copyrighting under a pseudonym can lead to debates about the ownership of the manuscript, so one should register their manuscript under their legal name. But since none of us know the other’s legal names, that’s going to be hard. Thirdly, even the supposedly comprehensive chapter about copyrighting was pretty much gibberish. Fourthly, I feel guilty about using a lot of paper. (Pathetic, I know.) In short, I am not so very eager about publishing anymore. (The thought of printing my manuscript out on paper, or more accurately the amount of paper my manuscript will take up, has dampened my enthusiasm for a very long time.) I’m not sure how involved everyone else is in this process, but we need to discuss this. I’m posting this on the edit thread and the publishing thread too, and if Canix and E2MB don’t reply I’ll take more desperate measures.
So will you kill me if I told you what I just started doing? I sure hope not. I wrote the beginning of a sequel. Yes, I know we had that long conversation about how this didn’t need a sequel, and stuff, and it’s true. I’ll just save this for some other time, when we need it again. If that time never comes, well, I’ll have written half a book.
313- I’m not mad at you for writing the beginning of a sequel, but I’m sort of annoyed that you wrote half a book. Couldn’t you have left more of it for E2MB and me?
If I misunderstood what you said, I apologize, but I’d like clarification.
314- *collapses into giggles* I didn’t write half a book YET! I can’t write nearly that fast! I just meant that if we never actually write a sequel, and i write a little bit every now and then, then I may have half a book before I forget about it. But honestly, I wouldn’t do that to you guys. Don’t worry.
If you’d like to see it, just say the word.
On the last thread, E2MB and I were making a timeline. I have made a few corrections, and here is the updated version.
2008 J telescope replaces Hubble Space telescope.
Jan 08, 2037 Jaa born in South America.
2041 First Moon Colony established.
2042 World War Last.
2043 First human journey to Mars.
2043 PTHs created.
2046 Preservers set up a replica of Terra under Antartica.
2051 Parents secede and begin planning project Neoterra.
2099 MarsGarden discovered.
2102 Kerj born.
Jan 27, 2104 Kari born on Mars.
2174 Ian born on Ceres.
2180 Ian’s parents are killed by a stowaway in search of peace.
Aug 08, 2187 Ian and Kari meet at Ceres’ library.
Aug 10, 2187 Kari is captured by the Parents for the 6th time.
When were betwers created? Auto-spears? Magnabeams? Clearly I need to do some research…
What were Kari’s and Kerj’s and Jaa’s names before they became Containers? Any ideas? Does it matter?
312-I can pay for copywriting.
316-I want to see it!!
318- Well, you would have to do the whole process, then. I’m fairly sure that if you copyrighted the thing, you would have to be the one to send it in to the publisher and everything, because if Canix or E2MB or I were found with the thing that you had copyrighted we could be falsely accused of stealing the manuscript. But I could help write the query letter and stuff, and you could post everything that the editor says on here so we can read it. Jeez, this is going to be awkward. Anyway, I’ll research that, and maybe ask my dad at a more appropriate time.
319- Okay.
“IAN!” yelled a girl’s voice, accompanied by a crashing like a herd of elephants in a greenhouse.
The boy in question stood up hastily, tucking his electrotablet into his pocket as he did so. He had a mop of dark hair and compassionate deep blue eyes that held at the moment an expression of slight guilt and sadness. His electropen fell from his hands and he bent to pick it up right as the owner of the voice burst through the bushes.
Kari was tall, with white-blond hair in a ponytail and green eyes whose look of mischief did not quite conceal the cold, machine-like, danger that lurked beneath the surface. She stopped when she saw Ian holding the pen, and her gaze became first steely-hard, and then pitying. “Oh, Ian,” she said softly. “You’re not working on that again, are you?”
“Yes,” replied Ian defensively. “Why not? If we’re going to come back to Terra, we might as well know what the Terran words mean.”
Kari sighed. “You already know what the words mean,” she said, her voice betraying the fact that she had had this conversation many times before.
“But the other people,” said Ian, his eyes filling with tears. He knew what was coming next.
“There are no other people,” said the girl with a touch of her old mechanical voice. She looked at Ian, staring bleakly at the ground. “I’m sorry. The Solan Republic has tried, really it has. It’s just that people don’t want to leave the asteroids and planets to come to some place that they’ve only ever read about in books, and most of what they heard in books was bad. They aren’t all like you, Ian.”
Their conversation went no further than that. Kari turned away. “Come on,” she said over her shoulder. “I was coming to tell you that dinner’s ready.”
There’s more, but it needs work, to say the least. It’s a sort of hurried history of events, and I’ll try to put it in later. Tell me how comprehensive this is, because although it makes perfect sense to me, it won’t to others.
321- Terraforming takes centuries. Ian and Kari wouldn’t even be alive by the time that the process is complete.
This is ironic, isn’t it? Terra being terraformed.
322- Oh no, they’re in the underground habitat.
If terraforming takes centuries, then how did Mars become habitable in 180 years?
(312 and others) Your work is protected by copyright as soon as you create it. Registering is not a requirement for sending a manuscript to a publisher and is not generally done.
325- Really? Cool!
So anyhow, anyone know any good publishers to send this to? Does anyone but me know the process of sending something in to be published? Do I know the process of sending something in to be published? Yes, actually. Would anyone besides me care to send this in to be published? (When I’ve finished editing, of course. Jade’s going to send me her edit of chapters 4 through 8 soon.) I can send the manuscript to the GAPAs, who can send it to the other writers, when I’ve finished.
Oh, since E2MB hasn’t appeared yet, I’m going to start editing Part 3 myself, without the numbers. I’ll post it if Cat’s Meow shows up on the edit thread, but otherwise I’m not going to bother.
324- Good point. I didn’t catch that.
I’ll look up exactly how long terraforming takes.
Wikipedia doesn’t say. I’ll check a book.
Bad news. Terraforming takes thousands of years.
Editing, anyone?
Of course, Mars is just barely habitable. We could say that it’s in the earliest stages of terraforming. But it will still take quite a lot of editing.
You’re actually going to get this published? Wow. I want to buy it, if you do. Assuming that that’s what you mean.
331- Yes, that is what we mean.
330- ‘Kay. Just a sec.
Here’s a line by Kari in Chapter 1:
“Heck no!” Kari laughed. “Even I’d be out of my league if I tried that. Trying to terraform that planet was a mistake. It’s habitable like Siberia was habitable.”
We could change that to:
“Heck no!” Kari laughed. “Even I’d be out of my league if I tried that. Trying to terraform that planet was a mistake. It’ll be habitable like Siberia was habitable, and it’s not even done being terraformed.”
Okay, okay, that wasn’t very good. Can someone else redo it?
“Heck no!” Kari laughed. “Even I’d be out of my league if I tried that. Trying to terraform that planet was a mistake. They’ve been working on it for nearly 180 years, and even at the equator it’s like Siberia. I mean, I know it takes thousands of years for the terraforming process to be complete, but you’d think they’d have made a bit more progress by now.”
321-Its good.
333- Much better.
133- Minor edit:
“Heck no!” Kari laughed. “Even I’d be out of my league if I tried that. Trying to terraform that planet was a mistake. They’ve been working on it for nearly 150 years, and even at the equator it’s like Siberia. I mean, I know it takes thousands of years for the terraforming process to be complete, but you’d think they’d have made a bit more progress by now.”
This story takes place 180 years from now, and only 145 years after WWL.
334- Thanks!
Darn. Too many new posts.
Look, I have about 5 minutes, and then I have to leave MuseBlog for another ten days or so, maybe much longer.
First article: I THOUGHT WE WERE DONE WRITING THE FREAKIN STORY, GODAMMIT! Now I’m going to become extremely addicted to MuseBlog again, and just when my access is about to become extremely limited… *sniff*
Second article: I cannot be the keeper anymore.
We are done. Alice just wrote a small prologue in case we ever want to dig this story up again.
y dont we start editing it?
339- You’re a little behind the times, cil. We’ve been editing this since April, and I could finish if Penty would send me that scene she was going to write.
What a subtle hint.
We’re done? Well, I was a lot of help.
Did we finish 2 books?
341- Three. But they’re all combined into one big volume.
342-Three!? WOW! You guys work fast! Can I read it? I’ve only read the first one! Is there a compiled version anywhere?
Look on the edit thread. The second one is entitled “Terraformed: Callisto.”
343- Not really. When I have finished editing, which may take a while, then I will send it to the GAPAs for them to post.
This is going to be pretty nigh on impossible. I’m reading a publishing book, and it doesn’t have an awful lot about group pseudonyms, but it does state that the government at least has to know who the actual writer is. Which will be hard since we don’t know each other. I suppose I could say, in the query letter, “I have written this book along with several friends who wish to remain anonymous” but I’m not sure if they would accept it if I said that. If anyone here is serious, then we need to discuss publishing. If not, then we can forget all about it, which, while not the most satisfactory approach – or non-approach – will put an end to these difficult questions.
In the meantime, I shall continue to research just like before.
Don’t get me wrong – I really want to do this, and don’t mind working hard and overcoming obstacles to achieve our ends. I just want to know that I’m not the only person who really believes that it could happen and is willing to work to make it happen.
Okay, so that sounded a little bit harsh. But I’m reading this big book which isn’t actually inspiring me with confidence.
346-Yeah, that is a problem. I’ve been thinking that we’d just use our blog names, but that throws a wrench in that…I still really, really want to do this though. We have a great story.
I wouldn’t worry. Writers use pseudonyms all the times. The only place you need your real name is on a check, and you can even get around that with a little effort.
349-Oh, okay. So we could just say “Written by: Cat’s Meow, Alice, Prarilius Canix, (etc)” and that would be okay?
Okay, okay. We’ll see. But I’m not sure that it’ll work. It’s worth a try, though.
I have been researching publishers. I have a small list, which I will post here with the perks and and downsides of that publisher, and I’ll update it as I learn more. You can also help me research if you like, and I would greatly appreciate it. *hinthint*
AceN Press (a division of DNA Press)
They publish children’s, adult’s, and YA. The problem? “All books should be oriented to explaining science even if they do not fall 100% under the category of science fiction.” Are we explaining science? If we are, then this is an ideal publisher. If we are not, then it’s not.
Branch and Vine Publishers, LLC
This sounds like a good one. “Audience is anyone that appreciates good fiction and likes to be surprised by plot twists and living characters. Know your market. Here’s a secret: Editors are concerned about only 1 thing, ‘Will this manuscript make money?’ Other than that, know how to tell a good story. Don’t be afraid of revisions, and read, read, read! Also check website for updates; submissions are not open year round.”
Do we fall under this category? Plot twists? Living characters? Will it make money? Not afraid of revisions? (Okay, the answer to the last one is no, we’re not, but the others?)
Front Street
This one also sounds good, but I can’t say until I’ve researched more thoroughly. All this say is that they publish YA sci-fi.
Little Brown and Co. Children’s Publishing
We need an agent for this. If we think we can get an agent, then perhaps we should consider it. If not, not.
OnStage Publishing
The odds are against this one. They only publish 5 titles per year and they receive 300 queries and 500 manuscripts every year. But we could try, I guess. I’d have to look at their catalog to see if they’d want our story.
James A. Rock & Co., Publishers
“Exhibit a love of language, of Western Culture, and of writing. A ‘gift of laughter and sense that the world is mad’ won’t hurt.”
I love language, and I love writing. I love all cultures. But this book doesn’t exactly showcase that. I’m not sure it’s what they’re looking for.
Strider Nolan Publishing, Inc.
This is dubious. They’re looking for manuscripts with something new to say, and much as I love our story, it doesn’t fir that requirement. Nonetheless, they say they’re interested in working with new authors, so it could be worth our while to send it in.
Stylewriter, Inc.
I haven’t much to say to this one. It could work, it could not.
Windriver Publishing
This looks good. It doesn’t like “graphic or gratuitous” swearing or violence, but I don’t think we need to worry about it. We never swear, and the violence is not graphic and definitely not gratuitous.
Moose Enterprise Book & Theatre Play Publishing
It’s Canadian, for one thing, but that’s not necessarily a problem. They want “moral quality” though, and I’m not sure we have that. They also want a bio of the author, and since we have many authors that all desire to remain fairly anonymous, that kind of nixes that.
Robbie Dean Press
At first glance, it’s perfect. 90% of the books are from first-time authors; all of them are from unagented authors. They don’t like working with agents, they publishes books for students from elementary school to college. But they wants books focused to be a college text. I don’t really get it, and therefore will have to pass it by.
Suggestions, anyone?
(351) Try looking for recent books that are the same genre and intended for the same audience as this one and see who the publishers are.
351-I think out of those, the ones that we best fit are Branch and Vine Publishers and Windriver Publishing. If we really wanted to do the Moose Enterprise thing, couldn’t we do a “About the authors” thing that explains MuseBlog and stuff? And maybe each person could get a sentence or two of describing themselves. I’m still not sure if we fit the “moral quality” bit, though.
352- Good idea. But I don’t generally read sci-fi so I don’t know of any. Bother.
353- Yes, I think so too. Time to get deeper into the world of publishers. In my spare time, I can practice writing query letters.
Or do I need to write query letters? Just a sec.
Branch and Vine– 3 sample chapters, synopsis.
Windriver– Sample chapters, synopsis, more on the website.
I’m off to delve deeper. Be right back.
352-Good idea. Problem is, I’m with Alice. I don’t usually read Sci Fi…
355-Where are you getting this stuff from? I could help you with whatever you’re doing.
Uh-oh. Branch and Vine Publishers is no longer available using the web address from 2005. This is a problem. We need to have a few to back us up.
356- Oh well. I’m sure we can find some anyhow.
358-Did you try Googling it? *goes to do that*
357- The 2005 edition of Writer’s Market, a HUGE reference book for writers.
I can’t find any more on them.
I did find another list of publishers, though.
Bancroft Press — We accept trade fiction and non-fiction submissions. We’ve done literary and commercial fiction, books on finance, sports, parenting, humor, history, biography…No topic is out of bounds for us if we think it’s done well and will make an important contribution to society. (Possibly)
Branch & Vine Book Publishers — Branch & Vine was formed in response to the many closed doors within the fortresses of the big publishing companies. They accept original, unpublished, and complete manuscripts. (Great, if we can find more info on them)
The Charles Press — Subjects that we are currently interested in include instructional (how-to) books, psychology, parenting, criminology, true crime and suicide, but we will consider books in different areas as well. [b]We do not accept[/b] poetry, children’s books, short stories, [b]science fiction[/b], westerns, romance or humor. (Well, that won’t work.)
AMACOM BOOKS — AMACOM delivers classic and innovative business solutions for crucial business concerns. Our editorial mission is to help individuals increase their skills and knowledge, improve organizational performance and illuminate vital business issues. (Nope)
Bookhome — Our mission at Bookhome creates books that help people build better businesses and live better lives. We are interested in proposals or manuscripts in the areas of small business, home business, and the writing and publishing business. It is possible that we could fall in love with an idea that falls outside of these areas, but chances are slim. (Very unlikely)
Avalon — Under its Avalon Books imprint, Thomas Bouregy & Co., Inc., publishes hardcover secular romances, mysteries, and westerns for the library market. We produce sixty books titles a year in bimonthly cycles of ten. A cycle consists of two career romances, two general romances, two historical romances, two mysteries, and two westerns. (We don’t fall in those categories)
Avon Books — Books of romance, mystery, and adventure. Right now we are looking for romances in three particular areas–historical romance; contemporary romance, including romantic suspense; and African-American romance. Dorchester — Dorchester book publishers has been involved in the publishing of mass market books since 1971. From its founding, we have strived to bring the freshest authors to millions of fans. Although mostly known for Romance, Dorchester also publishes world-class Horror and Westerns under its Leisure Books imprint. (Ours is sort of adventure, but still unlikely)
Genesis Press — Genesis Press Inc. is the home of Indigo Romance, the nation’s leading line of African-American romance novels. Genesis is a pioneer in publishing diverse lines of romance, including: Tango Two, which features Hispanic leading characters; Love Spectrum, which concentrates on interracial romance; and Indigo After Dark, a more sensuous romance line. (What is with all the romance!?)
Harlequin Enterprises — Harlequin Book Publishers is a wholly owned subsidiary of Canadian communications giant Torstar Corporation, publisher of Canada’s largest metropolitan daily newspaper, the Toronto Star. Creates titles for Harlequin, Silhouette, Red Dress Ink and MIRA. (That doesn’t tell us much. I’ll check out the website. Let’s see…Books for Women who Love to Read. Dang. It’s women’s fiction. Nope.)
The first two are the closest to what we need.
We have a big, big, problem. Branch and Vine no longer exists, and WindRiver no longer accepts unsolicited manuscripts, and now looks like some sort of religious press.
I’m going to take a look at Front Street and Stylewriter.
(I’m looking for stuff on the Internet now)
PUBLISH AMERICA:
We publish more new titles than any other traditional book publisher. (Good)
We accept more new and unpublished authors than any other traditional book publisher in the nation. (Good!)
Do you have an age requirement?
All authors published with PublishAmerica sign a contract to have their work published. As such, we can only enter a contract with those authors who are eighteen (18) or older. (…..Bad…..)
Can I use a pen name?
Yes. We will need your legal name on the contract and for payment purposes; however, we can publish the book under a pen name. One word of caution: publishing is inherently a public act—releasing the work to the public; therefore, we cannot guarantee any author’s anonymity. (Okay, not this one)
BAEN:
Dear Author:
We publish only science fiction and fantasy. Writers familiar with what we have published in the past will know what sort of material we are most likely to publish in the future: powerful plots with solid scientific and philosophical underpinnings are the sine qua non for consideration for science fiction submissions. As for fantasy, any magical system must be both rigorously coherent and integral to the plot, and overall the work must at least strive for originality.
Those manuscripts which survive the “first cut” as outlined above are then judged primarily on plot and characterization.
Style: Simple is generally better; in our opinion good style, like good breeding, never calls attention to itself.
Payment rates: very competitive.
Preferred length: 100,000 – 130,000 words Generally we are uncomfortable with manuscripts under 100,000 words, but if your novel is really wonderful send it along regardless of length.
Submission procedures:
Query letters are not necessary. We prefer to see complete manuscripts accompanied by a synopsis. We prefer not to see simultaneous submissions.
Your submission must include your name, email address*, postal mailing address, and telephone number on both your cover letter and the first page of the manuscript. *[If you have an alternate permanent email address, please include it, in case your primary account goes out of service.] Include a plot outline if possible.
(They publish sci fi. That’s very good. The last bit is a bit worrying, but we could find some way to get around ther…)
Branch & Vine no longer exists, period. Bancroft might work, though.
Front Street
Front Street’s young adult fiction often deals with children in crisis or children at risk, offering hope and succor, however difficult the subject. Our picture books emphasize art and design. We strive to expose young readers to the best literature available in other countries, cultures, and languages.
Nope. Let’s see, how about Stylewriter?
Bother. Stylewriter’s web page doesn’t exist either. What happens when I google it?
364- Not promising. Or novel is only in the 50,000s.
Bancroft Press might work, actually. Stylewriter isn’t around either.
366-Dang. That’s going to cut down a lot. I agree that Bancroft is our best bet so far, but I found a list of about 50 publishers that I’m going down. I’ll post it when I’m done.
How long is our story in words?
DAW BOOKS:
We publish [strong]science fiction[/strong] and fantasy novels. We do not want short stories, short story collections, novellas, or poetry. The average length of the novels we publish varies but is almost never less than 80,000 words.
Send us the entire manuscript with a cover letter, not three chapters and a query letter.
Very important: Please type your name, address and phone number in the upper right hand corner of the first page of your manuscript. Right under this, please put the length of your manuscript in number of words.
We publish first novels if they are of professional quality. A literary agent is not required for submission. We will not consider manuscripts that are currently on submission to another publisher.
It may require up to three months or more for our editors to review a submission and come to a decision. If you want to be sure we have received your manuscript, please enclose a stamped, self-addressed postcard that we will return when your manuscript is logged in.
DEL REY:
Their website didn’t have much, but they only publish Sci Fi and Fantasy.
PENGUIN PUTNAM:
They didn’t have much, but they publish at least some sci fi.
I’m not finished going down the list of publishers, just realized that my list isn’t very good because if they don’t say they they DON’T accept Sci-fi, they probably do…*sigh*
Ignore the first part of that post…
Bancroft appears to be a pretty small company. Here’s what they say about submitting fiction (which I suppose we fall under):
Fiction:
Please submit an entire manuscript, or as many chapters as you have written. Be sure to include a cover letter that details who you see as the audience for your work as well as a resume of your writing experience (any periodicals in which you’ve been published, any degrees related to writing you possess, etc).
“We have never published children’s fiction or poetry, and although we aren’t opposed to working with these genres, it is unlikely we will ever publish them.”
I sure hope that our book doesn’t count as children’s fiction…I think of it more as for teens and preteens, though. Then again, I haven’t read the entire story yet.
370- Oh dear. Our book is YA (young adult, though you ought to know that), but YA falls under children’s from a grown-ups point of view. Dash it all. I’ve got to find some sci-fi.
(371) Alice, the publishers of Writer’s Market also put out a Children’s Writer’s and Illustrator’s Market, which most likely includes YA.
Your library might have the current edition, though you may have to ask for it at the reference desk. In my experience, some libraries don’t put any of the current Writer’s Market series on shelves because of their tendency to disappear.
Also, do you want to continue this discussion on a new thread?
Ack. Booklists are the answer, Meow.
I’m not so sure that our story has any counterparts. I’ve been looking and looking, but I can’t find any sci-fi that resembles our own.
372- Good point. I should look for that.
And yes, I would like a new thread.
(374) You got it.