Fantasy

Into the Darkness – TMM8

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The Mechanical Man 8 – Into the Darkness

Inspiration image: Pixabay

’Odd’, Andrew thinks.
It is pitch dark around him.

All the other times he had been in surgery, it had become pitch dark, and the next second there was light again and he had been on the table for hours. And now?

”What’s going on?” he says out in the blackness.

”What do you think is going on?” A dark voice timbres.

A voice in the dark?
Cold tears run down his spine and his heart makes a triple beat.
”Am I … dead?”

He had come to think of all the stories about dying and seeing light in the dark, like a tunnel, and then some angel or something. He didn’t remember clearly since he had never really believed those stories and therefore never put them into his memory bank.

”Do you think you are dead?”
’Oh Jeees…. ’
Flickers of thoughts run through his head.

It is really something odd going on. He should be lying on the operation table, and he should know nothing, experience nothing.

”You are lying on the table, but do not bother about that now. Come on! I will show you something!”

A small light appears and quickly grows larger. Just like a tunnel. He gets curious and forgets about being dead. If that is what he is. Instead, he starts walking along the tunnel to what seems to be an opening.

”Why do you not fly instead?” The dark voice again.
”Fly? I can’t fly!”
”Have you ever tried?”

No, of course, he has not. He is a human being, not a bird. Humans do not fly.

A deep belly laugh fills the air.
”The air?”
”Rather the Void.”

”Can you read my thoughts?”
”Uh…uh… How about flying now? You just need to think you do it.”
”Like a bird?”
”However you like it.”

And suddenly he is floating along the tunnel which is growing wider and brighter every second.

Soon Andrew lands on a field. A beautiful field. Green grass, trees, blooming bushes. Beside him stands a green person. If it is a person. He, she – he can’t decide whether it is a he or a she which is quite irritating. Can not think of it as an ”it” either. The he-she is, anyhow, quite small and dressed in a green outfit that mostly reminds Andrew of Peter Pan.

”That was a good one!”
The deep belly laugh fills the surroundings once again.

”Surroundings?”
”Void.”
”Okay. Void.”

”Why is it like this?”
”How?”
”Odd!”
”Don’t bother, it is as it is, and I am about to show you something.”

The next second they are standing at the top of a hill looking down on the landscape before them. It is a desert. A vast, arid area with two suns oozing their heat upon it. In the middle, there are a couple of dots moving.

”We have to zoom in a bit.”
The dark voice streams out of the small, green person. Andrew looks amazed on … him? and realizes that most of the earlier conversation has been in his head. But every time he tries to figure this out, he just gets dizzy and gives in.

”Oh! You may not need a zoom, but I do.”
Again that laughter.

The dots appear to be four human beings. An elderly man with a big bushy beard, a black-haired woman of undefinable age, one young woman – really cute Andrew thinks – and then…
Andrew gasps! Before him, he sees himself, but without the implants. He has a lot of scars though, which indicates there have been some.

”What is this?” He says in a small voice.
”A possible future.”

The four in the desert struggle along. Seem to be heading to… a city?
”Yes. A city. The City”
”The City?”
”Yes. The city where the final battle will occur.”
”Oh…”

The next second they are in the middle of the city. It is dark and cold. The sun is covered by something huge and black.”
”A solar eclipse?”
”Maybe. Maybe not.”
”Where is the other sun?”
”Magic. Deep black magic.”
”Oh…”

On one of the streets, a young boy with a horse is striding towards…
”What? I can’t see. Where is he going?”
”He is trying to reach the Tower.”

The Tower. Way back in the city, leaning against the steep mountains that disappear among the clouds. He can see it now. The Tower. He gets cold as ice in his chest and stomach. He does not want to be here. He does not want to see this. Does he really have to know about this? Does he really have to come here? He understands he is shown a piece of his future, but he does not want this future.

An image of the girl suddenly stands before him. The cute one from the desert.
”You got to help her. She will need you.”

The images fade away and they are back on the green hill. The desert before them is gone, and all he can see now are gardens with apple trees and grape wine.

”When you wake up after the surgery, your mind will not remember anything about what you have seen now. But your heart will remember, and lead you. Trust it. But until that time is due, you must do your best with what lies upon you. You are blessed, Andrew.”


Andrew woke up with a splitting headache and a body as if a truck had hit him. He didn’t care about the pain. But before he even opened his eyes, he gently stroked his arm and chest. Then he smiled. The golden armour was gone.

”Are you all right?” A voice said. The robot.
”Yes. Now, I’m all right.

 


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The Surgery – TMM7

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The Mechanical Man 7 – The Surgery

Pixabay image, from Myths of the Mirror

At 8 AM on the dot next Friday, Andrew stood in front of the clinic counter waiting for announcing his arrival. Oddly enough, he thought, the entire reception area was empty. As a matter of fact, the whole clinic seemed to be empty. The silence was ear-splitting, and only a few lamps were lit. He wondered about the emptiness, after all – the door had opened and let him in! At least someone ought to be here.

He did not know what to do, so he went over to the couch, sat down and thought he must be early. He reached for his pocket, got his hand-unit, and tried to concentrate on his favourite game. Ten minutes later a swosch-swosh sound came nearer, and then a small, elderly man all dressed in white peaked out through the door behind the counter.

”I’m so sorry,” he said, walked towards Andrew and reached out his hand. ”I’m doctor Fredriksen. You are Mr Millbourne, I presume? I wasn’t notified until half an hour ago that… hm… your procedure… hm… was due this morning. I’m so sorry I’m late. I was asleep when the phone rang.” He kept on pumping Andrews right hand up and down while examining him closely with squinting eyes.

”I don’t understand…”

”The entire clinic personnel is at a Congress. Learning new things, you know. The entire day. Been booked for ages. Was really surprised when I was notified about you. There shouldn’t be any bookings today. Must have been a mistake.”

”A mistake…”, Andrew thought and frowned internally. He very well remembered the receptionist that day. He knew he should have booked the surgery online instead of coming here in person. What had he been thinking!!!
”I… don’t… under… stand…,” Andrew said out loud. ”Then… why are you here?”

”Oh! I’m retired and don’t have to attend such nonsense any longer. But I still do help out with surgery once in a while when needed. Halda is very efficient in keeping track of those things.”

”Halda?”

”The computer, of course! It keeps track of everything that is done and said here. And this time Mz Libstic must have forgotten to add the booking into the calendar. Lucky we have that listening program installed as well.”

”Mz Libstic?”

”The receptionist, of course! It’s odd when I think of it. She never makes mistakes or forgets. Hope she wasn’t coming down with a cold or something.”

Andrew mentally shrugged his shoulders, shook his now freed hand, and sighed. He understood very well what had happened. Furthermore, he wondered whether this old man standing in front of him still was able to perform surgery. His hands shivered slightly, and the way he was looking at him… and shouldn’t there be at least one nurse to assist during the whole thing?

”Well! Shall we go on then? Better get over with it, don’t you think so?”
”Oh yeah… yeah…”

Andrew followed the doctor through the door behind the counter and along a brightly lit corridor that seemed to go on forever. Then he stopped in front of a door, pushed his left thumb against a silvery plate, added a number frequency, and then finally gazed into something that looked like a pair of binoculars.

”Iris-reading”, he said, ”that and the thumb manoeuvres are very handy.”

The door opened and revealed a huge surgery room. The light appeared to come from everywhere, and Andrew jumped in surprise when suddenly a man stood in front of him. The next second he saw it was not a man, it was a robot.

”At your service, Sir.” The robot said. ”I will be assisting throughout the entire procedure and make sure everything will be as pleasant as possible and totally pain-free. Is there anything you wish for before we begin.”

”No thank you, it’s quite all right as it is.” Andrew said, though his stomach was growling for something between breakfast and puking. But no breakfast this time. Oh no.

”Then let us begin”, the robot said, helped Andrew on to the operating table, and just a few minutes later Andrew vanished into the darkness.

 


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Living in pain – TMM6


The Mechanical Man 6 – Living in pain

The implants had been a huge success. Andrews co-workers admired the mechanical arm, got jealous and wanted one or two for themselves. The shiny ribcage was a total triumph – and he did not mind showing it to those who asked. And the whole lot was for sure a lady magnet. But he himself suffered.

First of all – he didn’t like it. No! He hated the shiny armour that squeezed his body together. He was in constant pain, and all the time at least one area, often several, were inflamed with swellings and pus. No painkillers seemed to work for him, and each day became more or less a plague.

Several times he had to go back to the clinic and the doctors really tried to help him. They cleansed the abscesses and gave him stronger pain killers, but nothing could beat the torture.

Meanwhile, he tried as best as he could to live a normal life. He went to work. Managed to do what he had to do. He went to cinemas and pubs with people he thought of as friends, and everyone supported him and tried to cheer him up.
”You’ll soon heal,” they said and offered him a second beer. ”For some people, it takes longer. You’ll be alright.”

Weeks came and weeks went by. They became months. And months. He smiled and he went on dates. He laughed and pretended he enjoyed himself. At least a couple of times a week some girl followed him home and felt sorry for him. They pampered him and could not hide what a turn-on the implants were. Especially the ribcage.

At times when everything was nothing but blackness to him, he used to go to the seashore and stand there for a long time gazing over the water until the sky turned dark and the halo from the descending sun made him forget the pain fort a while. Those hours he was intensely longing for going home to earth. He even missed his parents.

One day he could not stand it any longer. The pain and the swellings refused to let go, and the stomach had started to bother him as well, due to all the medications he had to take every day to at least ease the pain a bit. At that point, he had had the implants for almost a year. The only one that actually didn’t hurt any longer, though the pain had lasted for about nine months, were the eye-implants. As a matter of fact, he found them quite handy.

The sight was still razor sharp. He could see things very far away, as well as read any written material no matter the font size. He only had to push a small spot between the left eye and the nose in a special way and then a photo was taken, and for video snippets, there was a minuscule switch right above his right temple.
So who could blame him for taking photos a little bit too often, and in situations where a gentleman maybe shouldn’t take a photo at all?

On the other hand, it was impossible for anyone to see that he had a built-in camera anyway. Of course, he never told anyone that he had chosen that special perk, but he thought it was worth every penny extra he had to pay for that model.

Now, though, he wanted them gone. Both the ribcage and the arm extension. He did not care about being cool or attractive. He did not care about being a lady magnet. It was not him they were interested in, anyway, and claimed to be in love with. What they cared for, was those pieces of metal, that to him was no mere than worthless bric-a-brac!
And he could not care less, about the Thecnosians traditions and way of life. He was not a Technosian and he would never be!

Standing behind the counter at the clinic, the enormous woman with the bright golden metal plates all over her face had looked like stung of a poisonous tarantula when he had shown up just the other day to make an appointment.
”You want what?”
She pressed both her hands to her upper chest and stared at Andrew with eyes open wide. The golden plates on her forehead trembled.
”I said I want the implants removed.”
”I… I ..I.. d…don’t want to listen to this!”
”They are too painful, I can’t stand the pain any longer.”
”SO? What do you think? It’s metal plates sown to your body. IN your body even!”
She had raised her voice and breathed the words onto Andrew who crouched before the stream of spite.
“Maybe I’m allergic to them…”
“Piew….”.
“I could be, you know. I’m not really Technosian. I’m an Earthling!
“Tell me something else I don’t want to know.”
“I WANT TO GET RID OF THESE IMPLANTS!”
“Such a sissy” she whispered to herself while opening the computer.
“hmmm….” said Andrew.
“Okay,” she continued and shoved her large oblong hands in the air beside her ears. “Will Friday morning be good? At eight?”

 


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The shortest story ever?

Once upon a time…

… and then they lived happily ever after.

The Appointment – TMM5

Yet another take on Diana’s Speculative Fantasy Prompt for May, at “Myths of the Mirror.

Andrew Millbourne is now at the planet Technos, have been told about the Technosian’s history, why they wear metal implants, and the importance of that.
Now there is something he has to do.


The Mechanical Man 5 – The appointment

Early the next morning, Andrew Millbourne rushes through a heavy breakfast and then calls for an Uber. He gives the driver the presentation card with the unpronounceable address and asks him to take him there as quick as possible. He has an appointment at 8 AM. The driver reads the card and then give Andrew a huge smile.
”So! It’s time to get fringed now?” he says. ”Welcome to the family!”
Andrew mutters a ’Thank you’.
”Nervous?”
The driver doesn’t seem to have any implants at all, but when Andrew looks a bit closer at him, he realises the driver is not human at all. He is 100 % robot.
”Yes. I’m lucky, ain’t I?” The driver says a bit toneless. ”Not even one piece of human flesh here. Nopidopi. Never get a cold that way.”
He leans towards Andrew and winks with his right eye.
”I’ll tell you a secret,” he says in a small voice. ” There are other viruses and there is such a virus going on right now, that causes us to suddenly just shut down.”
Andrew takes a deep breath and grasps the armrests tightly.
”Oh, don’t you worry,” the driver says. ”I feel fine! Haven’t had a virus in my entire life.”
Andrew swallows and grasps even harder around the armrests.
”How old are you?” he asks.
”Oh, I’ll be three months on Friday. My forerunner suddenly shut down, so they had to put me together in a hurry.”
”Y…you wouldn’t mind stop here and let me off….”
”Oh, we are at your destination in just a few seconds. All in one piece.”
’That’s just what I’m afraid of… ” Andrew thought.

At that moment the car stops, and three seconds later Andrew stands at the sidewalk on shaky legs.

”You have eaten breakfast?”
An enormous woman with bright golden metal plates all over her face stares intensely at Andrew over the counter. Her voice timbres all over the clinic and the awaiting people lift there heads in curiosity.
“Don’t you know you mustn’t eat before surgery?”
”I’m sorry! I didn’t know!”
”The most common excuse ever,” the woman says. Her eyes narrow. ”Suit yourself. If you puke – it’s your problem and you deal with it.”
There is a vast quietness for a long time while the woman takes down notes on the screen. So long, that in fact it seems she is writing a novel. Andrew is drenched with sweat.
”So! What kind of implants are we talking about?” she finally says.
”I don’t know! What do you recommend?”
”Hm,” she mutters while she inspects him over her fancy eyeglasses. ”I would suggest an eye-implant first of all. That will enhance your eyesight immensely. Works as a camera in fact, and you can instantly send images and also short videos directly to your computer system.”
She continuous to inspect him.
“You appear to be bit hollow.” She pokes him in the chest with her index finger. Her nails are painted green, Andrew notices when he unwillingly burps.
The woman opens her eyes wide.
”Hmm… breakfast it was…”
Without stop looking at Andrew, she fumbles in a drawer beneath her and then presents a couple of brochures to him. Finally, she let her eyes go off Andrew and instead points at the pictures in front of them.
”I would recommend that ribcage for your chest. It’s really a lady magnet. Add to that this beautiful arm extension. You can test one of each, to begin with, and later add them to the other side as well. Right-handed?”
Andrew nods. He has absolutely no idea what to say. His throat is desert dry anyway.
”On the right side then! And I promise you will find that arm extension remarkable. It has so many practical tools. You will be a real Mr Gadget! Here you have the manual…” – she puts a huge pile of leaflets in his hand – ”… and now let’s go! The surgeon is waiting!”

Eight hours later Andrew is helped into his hotel room by the same driver who had taken him to the clinic.
”Oh, looking good!” he says. ”Have you got the eyes too?”
Andrew has only strength for a tiny nod. He is aching all over, can’t really see anything, is totally exhausted, and just wants to be left alone. The driver gently pats him on his left shoulder and says: ”Oh, you’ll soon be just fine.” Then he leaves.

Andrew manages to enter the bathroom. He opens his eye as widely as he can. Everything around him is razor blade sharp and glittering.
There and then he finally pukes.

 


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Andrew Millbourne’s big secret -TMM2

The inspiration image

Obviously I got a bit carried away the other day, when I wrote “Being another you”. Andrew Millbourne keeps on knocking on my mind, and wants his story to be told. So here is the continuing – or rather the “Pre-story”. And of course it’s still inspired by Diana’s Speculative Fiction Prompt at “The Myths of the Mirror”


The Mechanical Man 2 – Andrew Millbourne’s big secret

Andrew Millbourne has a secret. He isn’t quite as human as he seems to be and claims he is. Oh, he was born human 35 years earlier on the planet Earth, all right. And in his heart and soul, he is still totally human. It’s just that his body has undergone some changes during the last decade.

Already as a child, he was not only intelligent but also very technically skilled. So it didn’t come as a surprise, that he after finishing University chose to study to be a Technical Engineer. He also took extra classes in Mathematics, Astrophysics, IT and Computer programming.

Andrew had hardly got around to finish his education and get his diplomas, when this huge establishment had been noticed about his achievements and wanted to hire him. He was offered a huge salary, and a lot of various benefits, but he had to move away from home.

He said yes without hesitating even a second. For one thing, he was thrilled about the job offer and could hardly wait for the day he was about to begin. He had also for a long time wanted to move away from his parent’s house, but so far he hadn’t been able to do so.
He couldn’t stand their insolent remarks any longer. Especially his father was abasing him. ’Andrew has become so posh and haughty,’ he snarled at him. And ’now he would only look down on his struggling parents’, the father continued, and kept on coming with demeaning remarks as often as he had the opportunity.

Andrew was sick and tired of all that. Was it really that bad to get a good education? Yes! Due to his father, it was. Due to his father, a son should follow in his father’s footprints and thus honour him. In this case, Andrew should therefore rather stay on the small family farm, marry, raise a family of his own, and then take care of his parents at their old age; rather than ’go around with a stiff-upper-lip because he considers himself superior to us’.
That’s what his father thought, but Andrew had a totally different opinion of what to do with his life.
So he left!

If he had thought he only had to move to one of the bigger cities on Earth, he soon realised – so was not the case. He had fancied London or New York, or somewhere in Asia. Tokyo or Hongkong, maybe. But soon enough he realised he was about to move much further away.

The journey took him to a small but highly, technologically developed planet called Technos in the Suntarian system.
He had never before heard of neither that planet nor that system.

”Technos? That’s only four lightyears away,” said a prudent space ship hostess while the company’s representatives kept on talking and laughing behind Andrew.
”Four years?”
”Oh! You’ll be sleeping all the time. Don’t worry about that.”
”FOUR YEARS?”
”I said four lightyears AWAY. The travel won’t take that long.”
”Four… Years…”
”Try a year. The Ultra-Ultra-ship is unfortunately unavailable now. Otherwise, it would only had taken a month. Some trouble with the fuel-system or something… sorry! You don’t have to be asleep all the time, though. You can read books and watch movies. But I would recommend you to take the sleeping pill. It will make this whole thing so much easier for you.”
F o u r …… y e a r s ……. …….
”Hey! Mister! Can I get you a glass of water or something?”

That was ten years ago, and he had landed right on time after watching an endless amount of movies and TV-series, reading hundreds of books, eating thousands of dreadful meals and with thousands of hours behind him with one single thought: ”What have I gotten myself into?”

All the representatives had chosen the sleep, and not until the day before landing, Andrew began to meet them in the corridors. They looked weary as if they all had a severe hangover. The next day though, they all seemed to have recovered, but Andrew heard no laughter and they were not even talking to each other, other than some occasional remarks.


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Being another you – TMM1

It’s May, finally, and lovely Diana at “Myths of the Mirror” has launched a new Speculative Fiction Prompt – #writingprompt – and this is my take!


The Mechanical Man 1 – Being another you!

The inspiration image – from Pixabay, image by Brigitte Werner

Over the years he had lived here, he had always struggled with love and intimacy. No wonder. Every woman he met either shrugged of disgust or treated him like dirt. He had got used to that! He knew he wasn’t much to look at, he was the meek, silent type, and he wasn’t rich. The fact that he was a kind, honest and reliable young man, didn’t seem to be enough.

After the last disappointing blind date, he decided to give up. Furthermore, he also decided to travel back home. Here, in this city, on this planet, he finally had to admit – he didn’t belong. He was too different.

With a deep sigh, he actually didn’t like changes very much, he went to the spaceport to buy a no return ticket home. Earlier that day he had resigned from his job. His boss had seemed relieved, he had noticed. He had also sold his apartment and most of his belongings. His decision was final, and he wanted to travel light.

On his way through the terminal, he suddenly senses that someone is watching him. He tries to pretend like nothing and keeps on walking towards the ticket counter. He gets a bit uneasy, though, and stumbles slightly.
”Can I help you?” a soft female voice says.
He turns around and sees the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen.
”I beg your pardon,” he says.
”I’m sorry if I intrude, but I saw you stumbled over there.”
’Pity, this time’, he thinks and a flicker of sorrow dances tango in his heart. Out loud he says: ”Oh, it was nothing. Just the shoe-lace.”
The woman looks down at his loafers and smiles. But it is a kind smile, he notices.
”I’ve seen you before,” she says.
”Everyone has seen me before,” he mutters.
”Probably,” she smiles. ”I’m Kaila, by the way. What’s your name?”

He can’t even imagine why she would bother to be interested in his name or in anything of his. But polite and well brought up as he is, he answers shortly, ”Millbourne, Andrew Millbourne, nice to meet you.”
He doesn’t know whether he actually thinks it is nice or not, but old habits are old habits, and it seems to be something nice about this after all. He tries to shake that good feeling off his chest but doesn’t succeed.

”So hello, ‘Millbourne, Andrew Millbourne’. Nice to meet you too! Can I call you Andy?” Her smile is big, warm and generous, and Andy – he accepts Andy with a nod – experiences some kind of warmth inside. The small thought that she might had been mocking him, melts away as quickly as butter on a sun-flooded plate.
”What are you doing here?” she continues. ”Going somewhere?”
”I’m going home.” Dark clouds enter his mind.
”Where is that, your home?”
”On Earth.”
”Ah! Earth! I know about Earth, I’ve been there!”

During this little chat, she has managed to move him away from the ticket counter to the spaceport cafeteria, and without any further ado, she orders two big coffees in glasses, Toffee-Taste with whipped cream on the top, and two long straws in each.
”That’s my favorite,” she says. ”How about you?”
”How about me, what?”
”Toffee-tasting coffee?”
”Oh, that! That’s okay.”
She laughs, and in Andy’s ears, it sounds like ocean waves at the beach, seagulls and warm cuddly sand. He sighs deeply and his shoulders slack off.
”So Andy! Where are you going, and why?”
Her voice reminds him of the rippling brook in the wood back home. He closes his eyes for a couple of seconds, sighs, this time even deeper, and then opens them again.
”I’m going home to my parents since I don’t fit in here.”
”You don’t fit in here, you say. Do you fit in at your parents?”

He looks down at the table. He can’t understand this. Why is she bothering him with all these personal questions, and why is it so impossible for him to say ’Thank you’ and ’Good Bye’ and then leave? But he can’t deny he feels more relaxed now, here, at this coffee table, with her, this strange woman, than he has been in a very long time.
”No,” he admits. ”I don’t. But in another way. Not like this.” He stretches out his arms and looks at the people around them.
”The appearance, you mean. You don’t look like them.”
He shakes his head. No, obviously not.

”Look at me!” she says.
He raises his head and before his very eyes, she begins to change. In like a smooth blur, her appearance turns into his. Not into him precisely, but into a female of his sort, with his kind of appearance! Then she turns back again, back to look like – them.
”What you just saw, is the real me.”
”Di… d..d..d..did…”
”Yes, I changed, but they didn’t see it. Only you.”
”M…m..m…m….mag…”
”Yes, magic. I know magic. I know a lot of different things. And I can help you to look the same as – them.” She nods toward the ever-growing crowd. ”If you want to, or….” .
”Or what?” He is so tempted to look like all the others that he actually believes her.
”Or! We can go somewhere together, and be ourselves…”
”But….”
”Shush. I’ll ask you something. But before you answer, consider deeply what to choose. Do you, deep inside you, really want to look like – them?”

She looks deep into his eyes, and calmly awaits his answer, while he doesn’t need to look around or think even for a second.
”Where are we going?” he says eagerly.
”I know a very nice place. The planet is a bit rough, mostly hot, some deserts, two suns – and I have friends there. By the way! Among others, there is this special girl I want you to meet. She is called Jaycee…

In peaceful silence, they finish their coffee, then rise and leave the spaceport. Behind them resonates the murmur of mechanical voices, and the metallic clinks, clanks, and jingles from metal against metal.

”Cybernetics!” Kaila scornfully snorts while they are pacing towards her vehicle. ”Sometimes these Cyborg civilizations really go too far.”


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  • 9.) (If the end isn’t good, it isn’t the end…)

Camp WriMo finished!

And I feel sooooo good!!!

Wrote 400+ words late yesterday evening, finished only a few minutes before midnight, but decided to wait until today until adding the word account on the Camp WriMo site.

This morning I read the text through, changed a couple of word choices and added a couple of sentences. Then I added the last scene to the manuscript, counted all of it, and validated it on the Camp.

Winner? Am I a winner? Of course, I am! I reached my goal and even wrote a bit more!

Have been pondering earlier… before I entered this camp…
… in that sense, everyone that reaches his or her goal – is a winner!
It can’t be any other way, can it?

I’ve read sometimes, that “I am the winner of NaNoWriMo in year 20XX!” Like if there were only one winner. How much difference is there between the NaNo and the Camp? If there could be only one winner – what would the criteria for that be then?

It can’t be because it’s an excellent text, or a fantastic idea – no one over there will ever know since they don’t read it, other than – maybe – what we might have published on the Project info and Camper info pages. Even more stupid if the winner would be the one that finishes first… That would be totally rubbish! This is not a contest to see who finishes first.

Anyhow! I’m the winner in my own world, and I’m very proud of myself. Never thought I could write every day about something I didn’t even have a clue about in the beginning; and reach the goal of 24 000 words; and finish four days before the deadline.

Even though I got very tired in the end, I have also had so much fun exploring this story. And there is a lot more to come to this. So many more questions to be answered. So many more seeds to crop.
So much more work to do… 😀

What is the number of words then, that I’m bragging about, now when finished these 24 000 + ones. Due to myself – Scrivener and also a graph in an Excel-file – I have written 24 159 words.
Validated on Camp WriMo – it’s very odd – it says I’ve written 24 226 words! I really wonder, where those 67 words have come from!
Maybe Camp counts words like “long-legged” as two words, while Scrivener and Grammarly count them as one?

Anyhow! I don’t mind! 67 words in a novel are merely more than a handful of sand in Sahara.

Now it will be great to relax a bit, and write something else but contributions to that story, like a blog post or two. But I guess it won’t be long until I sit here again with Jaycee, Bill, the Judge, and the others.

The Judge, by the way, is the character in focus in this scene I wrote late yesterday evening. It’s fun when you discover other sides of a personality, especially when it also reviles he/she too are manipulated and threatened by “The Tribe”, like several others in this story. And I have yet no idea who or what this “Tribe” is!
Must find out! 😀

 

And now I’m awaiting Diana’s writing prompt for May… 😀