MatC – 27
Tag: fiction
MatC – 26
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Lartmann and Hambert Are Dead
A/N: …I wanted a break from serious writing...
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Hartmann paced around the empty room, occasionally flipping a coin and studying it, before continuing on his circuit. Lambert, on the other hand, sat still in the middle of the floor, staring up at the ceiling.
“Do you …” he began, then hesitated.
“Get sick of all these tails?” Hartmann suggested. “Can’t say I do.”
Lambert gave him a flat look. “I thought you were getting heads.”
“Not from you,” Hartmann muttered in reply.
“What I meant to say was that it seems like we’re stuck in a featureless void.”
“Looks more like a room to me.”
“Do you see any doors or windows?”
“No. But there are distinct planes and vertices.”
Lambert rolled his eyes. “Alright then, a featureless cube.”
“Clearly, the answer is that when we were told we were going to be integrated into a biomechanical alien species, we were lied to. Either this room is some sort of alien prison, or we’re dead,” Hartmann replied.
“Yes. That makes sense,” Lambert mused. “But why do you have that coin?”
“It was in my pocket.”
“And why does it only ever come up heads?”
“Alien space magic. Why else?” Hartmann answered.
“Do you ever think that you and I are ultimately interchangeable?”
“We’re the variables. You represent the noble side of humanity, while I’m the cavalier aspect. Lawful good versus chaotic neutral.”
“Whatever.”
“You wanted to talk about it,” Hartmann muttered.
“Sometimes we might as well be the same person,” Hambert said darkly.
“There could be some truth to that,” Lartmann replied. “Our identities are already intermixing.
“I liked who I was,” Harbert said sulkily.
“How do you think I feel? You are a comparatively boring person,” Lamtmann pouted.
“Damn alien technology,” Hartert grumbled.
“Tell me about it,” Lambmann agreed.
“Fading …” Hartmet gasped.
“No …” Lambeann sobbed.
And together, they merged into Lartbertmann – half man, half another man.
~Fin
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MatC – 25
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MatC – 24
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MatC – 23
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Exploring What ifs
I confess, when it comes to writing I often feel like I’m inserting things that most people are never going to notice.
Which is how The Scion Suit became a love triangle.
It’s not the stereotypical “Which guy will she choose?” sort of thing, though, because of the branching timelines. Carol never attempts to pursue both men in the same story arc. She’s not remotely the sort of character who would even think about doing such a thing, considering that she starts out completely asexual.
Aaaand I’m not remotely attracted to the sort of woman who plays/exploits multiple men. It’s a quirk of mine to write female characters that I would marry if I were a man, which drastically changes how everything plays out. Hence why Carol’s romantic prospects both make around $80~90k a year, and will never buy her any expensive cars or jewelry, lol.
Instead, it’s more about exploring a number of “what ifs”.
What if Carol’s human nature overrides the Commander?
What if Carol never gets back into the Suit?
What if Hartmann is the antagonist?
What if Lambert is the antagonist?
But since I’m not bluntly labeling each timeline with my underlying reason for writing it, I figure that most of my themes are going to slip by unnoticed. People are going to assume that I’m aiming for “Team Hartmann” vs “Team Lambert” and not realize that one of them works with the Commander, while the other fights against it.
Not to mention, Carol starts off as a blank slate, and the final shape of her personality depends on which man she interacts with the most, versus how much time she gets in the Suit.
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MatC – 22
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MatC – 21
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Carol
In this post, I’ll be discussing spoilers for The Scion Suit. If you haven’t read it, I recommend you click the link and enjoy a free story.
The big reveal at the end of The Scion Suit is that the main character, Carol, is a “seed” for a bio-mechanical alien race, and she has a chip implanted in her brain stem that allows her to connect and interface with her mechanical body — aka the Suit. The idea behind her characterization is that she starts off as literally half of herself, and is consequently a fairly boring and one-dimensional individual. The more time she interfaces with the Suit, the more she develops into a full person.
With writing different story branches, I’ve had some time to emphasize that Carol doesn’t have much going on. She has no obvious hobbies or preferences, and can’t figure out how to occupy herself when she’s left to her own devices. Heck, she gets abruptly plucked out of her life and doesn’t miss anything about it.
I’m going to go ahead and confess something here:
I feel like I’m writing a normal, average real life person.
I want to believe that real people are more rounded than that, but unfortunately one of the poignant lessons of 2020 was that, when stuck at home with no where to go, a huge number of people will spend all day watching Netflix and not much else.
How disappointing.
But I guess that since this is my little fictional world, I can pretend that everyone is far more interesting than they are in the real one.
By Autumn Rain 