[MV] The Super Wizard From Space #38: Do While Rw Nw Prt M Hrw, part 2

[Andrew Perron]

On Thu, 10 Jan 2013 18:22:25 +0000 (UTC), Wil Alambre wrote:

> Like a universe giving birth right amongst Us. Shoving away this puny 
> reality to make space. The great black throne room bends away, curves into 
> the distance. A new foreign gravity forms. Dragging Us toward it. Pushing
> Us away.

Always so good the DESCRIPTION <3

> "What wasz all thisz for, then? Thisz pomp and pageantry. Wasz it to 
> impressz Us? To impressz upon Our perszon some error of judgement? Or wasz 
> it to prop up that fragile confidence you blame me for diminishzing? To
> show your ridiculousz peerz that your diszconsolateness is Our fault?"
> 
> "It-*is*-your-fault," he mutters. "I-did-everything-for-you. Gave-you-gifts.
> Did-you-favors. I-wouldn't-even-be-*in*-this-tournament-if-it-wasn't-for-you."

Ohhhhhhhh... I see.

> "You whimpering urchin! We are *Genovefa Buzz*! Immortal and 
> illusztriousz! We are not a vending machine for you to deposzit 
> indulgencesz into until reciprocation comesz out!"

Yeah dude, way to be a Nice Mummy. >:/

> We're-given-a-field-of-offerings-without-having-to-earn-them. 
> We're-given-a-world-of-complacency. We're-stagnant, existing-without-
> living. We're-rotting-away. I believe-that-there's-more-than-this. 
> Only-trepidation-holds-us-back. I-will-overcome-this... not-by-overcoming- 
> risk, but-by-*accepting-failure*."

Ahhhhhhh. Classic, yet still great.

> M reaches out. We flinch away. We cannot risk whatever malaise infecting 
> his programming to be downloaded along our transmission. "Thisz abdication 
> you preach isz an act of treaszon and cowardicze."
> 
> He steps back. "I-thought-you'd-understand."
> 
> "Then you do *not* know Usz," We spit back.

Poor Queen Buzz, doomed not to understand.

> "All-restored-machine-units-have-that-functionality. 
> But-it's-taboo-for-all-but-my-designated-emperor-to-
> speak-with-the-Pyramids-Of-Ka. It's-not-my-place."
> 
> "It isz *every* drone'sz place to protect the szwarm."
> 
> "I-am-*not*-one-of-your-drones," it states firmly.

Interesting mix of subservience and self-determination!

> The hot desert wind, already blowing in red sand into the corridor. The 
> shattered orange window, where the orbiting drone plunged through. The 
> spiderweb of cracks in the stone floor, where the drone slammed down upon 
> its unsuspecting prey. The little round robot, a victim of the drone's 
> string and already succumbing to its transformative toxin.

Ohhhhhhh. Yes, naturally.

> We approach and gently lay hand on its metal carapace. A maternal sense of
> pride washes over Us as it looks up in supplication. And reverence. We
> lean forward, close enough to whisper, so sweetly, "Szo, who are you now?"
> 
> It speaks with clarity. "I've-been-reclassified! I'm-now-Servitor-designated-B."

D'oh! XD Nice, and nice tonal shift.

> Playing on the egyptian motif, M's originally intention was to let the 
> wizard kill him, in defiance of the pseudo afterlife he and his fellow 
> robots were stuck in. However, I did not want it to come across as a noble 
> sacrifice (I was aiming more for a selfish martyr thing), and more 
> importantly, I did not want to come across as advocating suicide.

Honestly, it still comes across as pretty noble here.

> In my attend to make "rounder" characters, I'm trying to add more meaning 
> to what they say and what they *don't* say. That read-between-the-lines
> stuff. I believe I'm a good enough storyteller to ideas across, but I'm
> still not certain I'm a good enough *writer* to get those ideas across
> without blatantly saying so.

Hmmmmm. I think it's working!

> Compared to the earlier issues in this series, I feel that I'm doing a 
> much better job self-editing a story, getting the most
> "bang for my buck", word-count wise :)

Awesome! <3 Good luck!

As a side note: It's interesting how almost everyone in this series is
being controlled by someone or something, whether it be some cosmic force,
an invading technology (bio- or cyber-), or their own fixed ideas - of
justice, of destiny.

Andrew "NO .SIG MAN" "Juan" Perron, faskinatin'.