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“Advance intelligence reached Queen Celeste and her Ascendants. You had probably just begun your own schooling. They already had awareness of the Vedani. They had a dark policy of shutout and information suppression. The rapidly evolving possibility of a politically independent-minded planet gaining the sudden edge of an outright alliance with what they’d treated as an exploitable danger caused them to react with violence. Maybe facing full fragmentation and with too many shameful secrets they wished to contain, they decided they could continue their control of the Pan-Galactic Imperium by creating one more.”

The Princess’ eyes were narrowed, gaze turned inward examining scenes in her memory as though on a tiny screen. They paced each other evenly. Lips pressed tightly together, at his pauses she met Sturlusson’s look sidelong to confirm that she was following keenly.

As they passed the end of the oblong school building, it appeared as on some holiday, but the big double doors that would have been at the end were missing. The other shore of this little lake – a reservoir – was easier to examine from here. There was an outlet that flowed for some way toward a ledge. This path would soon depart from the shore, into trees.

Raev continued. “They didn’t have time, or they didn’t act like they examined branches of reasonable strategy. They reached into their arsenal to come up with something efficacious and brutal. How often do the leaders of entrenched governments retain power by acting against the founding principles? Occasional accounting is performed.”

But Then: Grace, and an Audiobook

I had to plan my repair call appointment about a week out, and yesterday we did a thorough check-in and started a repair ticket. A mailer box is on the way, and directly after the appointment was over, my many-times-replugged laptop… awoke spontaneously before my eyes!

So I was able to trim up the 4th Sequence beta audiobook reading tracks, and post them to evaelasigue.bandcamp.com.  This one is currently reading only, though the first three include bookends of music by Phutureprimitive. All are listen/download by donation.

I’ve also retrieved all of my most recent draft work. I have done a bit of rewriting under duress of loss before, but it’s nicer when efforts aren’t wasted. So, I’m glad for this much, and a battery replacement may not take too long. It’s definitely been a while since my last major story threat. Adversity is not to be underestimated, but it is possible yet to triumph in doing what can be done. The wisdom of the moment.

 

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Soleil nodded her agreement to the requested conversation, and the others dispersed thoughtfully, leaving her at the playground with Raev. He massaged his right arm stump, still with no prosthesis, and turned to face her directly, in the Vedani manner. “I have a lot to communicate upon this occasion. Are you ready to listen?”

The tragedy of this planet seeping in at the corners of her eyes, Soleil carefully laced her fingers into a mudra she called the Recording Device, a reminder to keep her thoughts receptive and perception clear. “I’m here, and I can hear you. Speak.”

”Walk with me.” They went along the lake, in the direction past the playground and toward the school. “I graduated from crayons at this school. My father was a Magistrate, and brilliant with systems. I heard from the Vedani, about how you gleaned mirror coordinates to their ship from our contact session with you. My father, Rence Sturlusson, did something similar with system interruption data that translated out to intentional messages. His discoveries were inspiring and invigorating. Vedani hadn’t been able to establish recognition from any other Imperium contacts, but were ready to share technology and make exchanges. We were beginning to create infrastructure for interaction and inclusion, proud to be the bringers of a paradigm shift. I was about ten.”

Large butterflies occupied the shoreline, flapping lackadaisically between spaced out bunchgrasses. Soleil did not try to make out any unusual shapes on the ground, but appreciated the moment’s clement weather. Her hands still held each other, interlaced.

Misfortune: Gremlin Attack

I was looking forward to adding another audiobook chapter to the story bandcamp, as stated in the previous post, but a new minor issue of an erratically charging battery just evolved this very morning into a laptop that won’t turn on.

This is a really heavy obstacle to a lot of things. I have some equipment to be able to keep writing and posting, but most production or development has to stall. The only current option is send-in service, and I’m not sure how long that could take during the shutdown crisis. Most everything is very recently backed up!

But, not the audiobook chapters I just recorded for the 4th Sequence. If you’d like to enjoy a version, all the live videos are stored on the Facebook page for Bones of Starlight (@bonesofstarlight). There’s a little bit of personal rambling along with that, but the story is all there.

Happy Earth Day.