Elckerlyc
"Philosophy will clip an angel's wings."
My turn!
My story got a few mentions and 1 vote. Which is about 2 more than I expected, so I'm not complaining. The story is narrated by and about an first rate *ssh*le. (It was fun writing though.)
As I said in the Discussion thread, this was my 2nd version. The narrator of the first was even worse, darker.
Version Two
Version One
Your thoughts (if any)?
My story got a few mentions and 1 vote. Which is about 2 more than I expected, so I'm not complaining. The story is narrated by and about an first rate *ssh*le. (It was fun writing though.)
As I said in the Discussion thread, this was my 2nd version. The narrator of the first was even worse, darker.
I am wondering though, was it the despicable narrator or was there more that prevented folks from voting for it? And do you perceive much difference between the two stories?Thanks. I have, more or less, decided to go for my 2nd version. It isn't darker as in your case, rather the opposite. I'll do as you suggest and post the other version after the voting.
Version Two
Artistic License Overdrive
I know what you’re thinking. That it’s a criminally waste of resources. A despoiling of the night-time sky that ought to be outlawed. That I should serve Earth and Earth only.
Fine, perhaps you’re right.
But I was never going to refuse this offer, reject this once in a lifetime chance or ignore that generous fee. Well, I did initially hesitate when the inscrutable Xhungii contacted me. I would have to stay many years among them, without showing any emotions. Having no facial expressions themselves, human faces unsettle them tremendously. Yes, I faced a trying experience. Such are the downsides of being the greatest celestial sculptor there is.
Anyway. (Imagine isolated, boring space-travel here.)
The project took 8 years, thousands of local miners hacking and digging feverishly, plus a fleet of pushers to nudge the objects towards Xhung. There the tricky part commenced; giving five sculpted asteroids their individually required spin and orbit.
Obviously, the Xhungii are idiots to allow artificially tumbling satellites above their insectoid heads. But they trusted me, my genius with orbital mechanics. And rightly so. Ever heard of the Three-Body Problem? Well, I can handle five and still flawlessly project their trajectories and interactions. And the result? It’s a shame no human eye will ever admire my accomplishment, my masterpiece.
As the Xhungii stare up at their sky and watch the dance of the celestial sculptures, constantly changing attitude and constellations, they’ll see representations passing by based upon their mythology. Stony-faced deities with identical expressions. Only, every so often, the idiots will see an entirely different image emerge. Of me. Grinning.
Payback for years of suffering their inscrutable, rigid faces. Perhaps, after a few generations, I will have become part of their mythology.
Deity of Orbits.
Fitting, don’t you think?
Version One
Artistic Licence Overkill
I know what you’re thinking. That it’s a criminally waste of resources. A despoiling of the night-time sky that ought to be outlawed. That I should serve Earth and Earth only.
And perhaps you’re right.
But I was never going to refuse their offer, overlook this once in a lifetime chance or ignore the handsome fee. Well, maybe that last one. Getting paid for it was hilarious. I did however hesitate initially when the Xhungii contacted me. I would have to stay many years among the Uglies, without showing any feelings. It unsettles them. A trying experience. Such are the downsides of being the greatest celestial sculptor there is. Just like the maddening isolation of space-travel.
Anyway.
The project took 8 years, thousands of local miners hacking and digging feverishly, plus a fleet of pushers to nudge the objects towards Xhung. There the tricky part commenced; giving five sculpted asteroids their individually required spin and orbit.
Obviously, the Xhungii are idiots to allow artificially tumbling satellites above their insectoid heads. They trusted me (me!), trusted my genius with orbital mechanics. Ever heard of the Three-Body Problem? Well, I can handle five and still flawlessly project their trajectories and interactions. And the result! It’s a shame no human eye will ever admire my accomplishment, my masterpiece.
As the Xhungii stare up at their sky and watch the dance of the celestial sculptures, constantly changing attitude and constellations, they’ll see representations passing by based upon their mythology. Until the day, about now, when the idiots will see an entirely different image emerge. Of me. Grinning.
That’s just before the asteroids will collide and fracture a thousandfold at calculated spots. When fragments start raining down on their ugly, inscrutable faces.
Yeah, I should have said. I hate Xhungii.
Your thoughts (if any)?