I dropped it with a sigh, and crawled across the bed to retrieve my purse from the floor. Sure enough, my iPhone was in it. This time I glanced at the caller ID before answering, and realized it was work.
“Hello?” I said blearily.
“Kim? This is Liz. Can you come in early today? Tammy had to clock out, got bitten by a patient of all things. She’s getting stitches now, but things were getting crazy down here even before that. We’re getting swamped.”
“Oh,” I said dumbly. I glanced at the clock, and saw it was already after five am. For about the thousandth time, I wondered if becoming an ER nurse had been such a great idea.
“Sure,” I sighed. “I’m not getting back to sleep now anyway. I can be there in half an hour.”
“Thanks, Kim. You’re a lifesaver. Oh, drive safe, ok? You wouldn’t believe how many accidents we’ve gotten in here tonight. Must be a full moon or something.”
“Not for another four days, Liz. See you in a bit.”
I put the phone down, and stared at it in confusion. If my phone was in my purse, how did I get that prank call? Or was that a dream, too?
Fifteen minutes later, with my head marginally clearer after a quick shower, I decided it must have been. What a weird night.
I eyed myself critically in the bathroom mirror, wishing for a moment that I actually looked like I had in that first dream. The girl flying over the ocean had sported a body that a porn star would envy, which made me wonder what was going on in my subconscious. The real me was pretty enough, with deep green eyes and straight black hair made more striking by my pale complexion. But I was painfully thin and depressingly flat, and despite years of trying my hair stubbornly refused to grow past my shoulders. At twenty-six I still looked more like an anorexic high school student than a competent professional.
Naturally most of the doctors I worked with didn’t take me seriously. Worse, just about every man I met these days assumed I was jailbait, and steered clear of me. Some days I wasn’t sure which problem was more frustrating.
“Ah, well,” I sighed. “At least I’ve got a pretty face. Time to quit woolgathering.”
I was tired, but then I’d been tired as long as I could remember. Whether I slept twelve hours a day or three it was always the same, a dull sense of fatigue that dogged my every step. The doctors I’d consulted in college had scratched their heads, run dozens of tests, and finally concluded that it was all in my head. The fact that lack of sleep didn’t make me feel worse than normal led me to suspect they didn’t know what they were talking about. But what else could I do?
Back in college I’d once gone eight days without sleep during finals. Then I turned in my last exam, went up to my dorm room to see my roommate off on her summer vacation, sat down on the couch… and woke up three days later.
Even back then I knew I should have been half dead of dehydration after being unconscious that long, but somehow I didn’t feel much worse than usual. Still, the incident spooked me enough that I’d resolved not to poke at my body’s various inexplicable eccentricities. Maybe someday I’d find an explanation, but I wasn’t going to risk hurting myself looking for one.
Or ending up in some government lab.
Because being tired all the time is the least of my oddities. I’ve never been sick, and I’m stronger than most men despite the fact that I don’t even work out. I can pluck a fly out of the air with my fingers, which is supposed to be some kind of impossible martial arts trick. I can see in the dark almost as well as in daylight, and on a cold night I can make out the faint glow of my own body heat. At least, I hope that’s what that glow is.
I’m pretty sure that somewhere in the world, there must be a secret lab that’s missing an experimental subject. There are too many little oddities for me to just be a mutant, and the other explanations are too crazy to take seriously. Aliens? That look just like humans, but with low-grade superpowers? Yeah, right.
If there’s anyone looking for me, they’ve somehow missed me for twenty-four years. With any luck they’ve long since given up. But I try to avoid attention, just in case.
I threw on a set of scrubs with my usual quick efficiency, grabbing my purse and a handful of meal bars on my way out the door. My metabolism is absurdly high, and if I make a habit of skipping breakfast I start looking like a famine victim pretty quick.
It was normally a ten minute drive from my little apartment to Ben Derrick Memorial, the hospital where I’d worked for the last two years. But if anything Liz had understated things. I passed two accidents on the way in, one of them a nasty-looking auto-pedestrian. There were more people than usual roaming about on foot as well, and once I had to swerve around some drunk who wandered into the road.
If I lived in New York I might have shrugged it off, but this was Houston. Downtown might have problems like that, but Ben Derrick was well outside the loop. Something really strange was going on, but the news I could find on the radio didn’t give much clue about what. Just some reports on a sudden upsurge of violence in Los Angeles, and a rash of shootings in New York.
Something about this situation was definitely tickling my memory, but I couldn’t place it. Frustrated, I pulled my little blue sedan into an empty spot in the employee lot and headed in to find Liz.
Elizabeth Harris was a big, brassy woman who’d been head nurse of the ER night shift for years before I came along. The night shift gets a lot of problem patients – drunks, drug addicts, DV cases, petty criminals who get injured resisting arrest, it’s just an endless tour of the seamy side of civilization. Liz took it all in stride, maintaining a reasonable approximation of order with a loud voice, an intimidating stare, and occasional help from whichever rent-a-cop the hospital had on duty that night.
Tonight, she was apparently fighting a losing battle.
As I came down the hall behind the nurse’s station I saw that the waiting room was packed with people, several of them bleeding on the floor. A beefy guy was leaning over the nurse’s station shouting something about his wife at Liz, but there was such a din I could barely understand him. The reedy brunette leaning on his shoulder was a little pale from blood loss, but I could see at a glance that the ragged wound on her shoulder had already stopped bleeding. On a night like this the odds of her getting a transfusion were low, but she’d probably be fine without it.
Then I spotted the revolver that Beefy was waving around, and I understood why Liz hadn’t shut him down yet.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
A Lucky Apocalypse I
I’ve always loved flying dreams.
In this one I swept across the choppy waters of a clear blue sea at a leisurely pace, enjoying the rare opportunity to goof around planetside. I was so low I could feel the ocean spray on my face, the wind of my passage whipping the waist-length mass of my hair into a billowing cloud behind me. The sunlight warmed my bare skin, obstructed only by a tiny bikini I wouldn’t have dared to wear in real life. But then again, I never could have filled it out the way I did now either.
A flock of sea birds swirled curiously around me, no doubt wondering what this strange interloper in their world was. I vaguely remembered that this place was a nature preserve, and the wildlife might never have seen humans before.
But something happened, and I was needed elsewhere. An authorization was given, a lock deep inside me clicked three steps towards full release, and warm power welled up from somewhere far, far down in the vast hollow spaces of my soul. My sharpened gaze picked out the gleaming shapes of starships and space stations high overhead, the souls of their crews and the twinkling ghost-light of their reactors shining bright through the emptiness of the void.
I called up my wards, and flung myself into the sky with a crash of thunder.
The sea fell away below me, but not quickly enough. The clean sea air was suddenly a viscous barrier slowing my ascent, keeping me away from… who? A blurry vision of long blonde hair and deep blue eyes, frantically calling my name. Kimeska? No, that was me. Insara. My… sister? Partner?
I couldn’t remember. But she was everything to me, and she was in danger.
I broke through a cloud bank and rose into the upper atmosphere in a violet haze, the wind screaming past my wards as I fought for more speed. I caught sight of the largest station now, floating far above me in geosynchronous orbit. It was the only home I’d known in my short life, and it should have been safe for me and mine.
But the ships clustered about it were lit by flashes of weapon fire at point-blank range. There was a confused babble of panicked voices on the com network, demands for surrender flashing back and forth, a fierce argument over whether to allow me weapon release…
The station exploded.
My connection to Insara was broken.
I screamed. First in sorrow, at the loss of my one true companion. But then a terrible rage filled me, at the temerity of those who had killed her. With the strength of white-hot hate I tore the limiters off my core, smashing the locks meant to regulate my terrible strength. Crackling black lighting filled my heart, the sky, the whole world and beyond. I’d kill them all, for taking away my-
My phone rang.
Still half-lost in the dream, I groped blindly at my nightstand and came up with a lump of hard plastic.
“Hello?” I mumbled sleepily.
“My god, I can’t believe this is working,” came the voice I thought I’d never hear again. “Who is this?”
“Insara?” I rubbed my eyes. No, wait, that was the dream. This was real, wasn’t it?
“No… well, maybe. I don’t know, this is so crazy. My name is Sara Wellman, but that might not really be my name, because no one ever figured out where I came from. But your voice is so familiar, I’m sure I must know you from somewhere.”
My bedroom was dark, but that’s never mattered as much to me as it seems to for most people. The little clock on the front of my cable box read ‘4:00’.
“Do you realize it’s four am?” I mumbled grouchily. “Damn it, I’m on shift in three hours. Call back later!”
“Oh, sorry,” Sara said, embarrassed. “I, um, guess you must be used to this, or something. Sorry. Later.”
She hung up. I sighed, and flopped back down among the pillows. Stupid crank calls. Whatever. I closed my eyes.
The musical trill of my phone dragged me back to consciousness. Had I fallen asleep? I raised it to my ear automatically.
“What?”
It rang again.
Stupid ‘smart’ phones with their stupid little buttons. I held it in front of my face and tried to make my eyes focus.
I was holding my alarm clock.
In this one I swept across the choppy waters of a clear blue sea at a leisurely pace, enjoying the rare opportunity to goof around planetside. I was so low I could feel the ocean spray on my face, the wind of my passage whipping the waist-length mass of my hair into a billowing cloud behind me. The sunlight warmed my bare skin, obstructed only by a tiny bikini I wouldn’t have dared to wear in real life. But then again, I never could have filled it out the way I did now either.
A flock of sea birds swirled curiously around me, no doubt wondering what this strange interloper in their world was. I vaguely remembered that this place was a nature preserve, and the wildlife might never have seen humans before.
But something happened, and I was needed elsewhere. An authorization was given, a lock deep inside me clicked three steps towards full release, and warm power welled up from somewhere far, far down in the vast hollow spaces of my soul. My sharpened gaze picked out the gleaming shapes of starships and space stations high overhead, the souls of their crews and the twinkling ghost-light of their reactors shining bright through the emptiness of the void.
I called up my wards, and flung myself into the sky with a crash of thunder.
The sea fell away below me, but not quickly enough. The clean sea air was suddenly a viscous barrier slowing my ascent, keeping me away from… who? A blurry vision of long blonde hair and deep blue eyes, frantically calling my name. Kimeska? No, that was me. Insara. My… sister? Partner?
I couldn’t remember. But she was everything to me, and she was in danger.
I broke through a cloud bank and rose into the upper atmosphere in a violet haze, the wind screaming past my wards as I fought for more speed. I caught sight of the largest station now, floating far above me in geosynchronous orbit. It was the only home I’d known in my short life, and it should have been safe for me and mine.
But the ships clustered about it were lit by flashes of weapon fire at point-blank range. There was a confused babble of panicked voices on the com network, demands for surrender flashing back and forth, a fierce argument over whether to allow me weapon release…
The station exploded.
My connection to Insara was broken.
I screamed. First in sorrow, at the loss of my one true companion. But then a terrible rage filled me, at the temerity of those who had killed her. With the strength of white-hot hate I tore the limiters off my core, smashing the locks meant to regulate my terrible strength. Crackling black lighting filled my heart, the sky, the whole world and beyond. I’d kill them all, for taking away my-
My phone rang.
Still half-lost in the dream, I groped blindly at my nightstand and came up with a lump of hard plastic.
“Hello?” I mumbled sleepily.
“My god, I can’t believe this is working,” came the voice I thought I’d never hear again. “Who is this?”
“Insara?” I rubbed my eyes. No, wait, that was the dream. This was real, wasn’t it?
“No… well, maybe. I don’t know, this is so crazy. My name is Sara Wellman, but that might not really be my name, because no one ever figured out where I came from. But your voice is so familiar, I’m sure I must know you from somewhere.”
My bedroom was dark, but that’s never mattered as much to me as it seems to for most people. The little clock on the front of my cable box read ‘4:00’.
“Do you realize it’s four am?” I mumbled grouchily. “Damn it, I’m on shift in three hours. Call back later!”
“Oh, sorry,” Sara said, embarrassed. “I, um, guess you must be used to this, or something. Sorry. Later.”
She hung up. I sighed, and flopped back down among the pillows. Stupid crank calls. Whatever. I closed my eyes.
The musical trill of my phone dragged me back to consciousness. Had I fallen asleep? I raised it to my ear automatically.
“What?”
It rang again.
Stupid ‘smart’ phones with their stupid little buttons. I held it in front of my face and tried to make my eyes focus.
I was holding my alarm clock.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Unchosen Snippet I
Watchtower seventeen was perched atop a slight rise overlooking the tiny stream that marked this stretch of Wietslar’s troubled border with the Empire of Dolsk. The stream was frozen, of course, and the surrounding plains still bore a heavy cover of snow. The long winter was finally drawing to an end, but it would be a month or more before the weather warmed and spring came to the Lakelands.
My grey cloak and surcoat blended in well enough, but I was careful to keep my movements slow as I drew my spyglass from its case and examined the distant tower. The shrub I lay under was bare of leaves, and wouldn’t hide me as well as I’d like.
The tower was round, thirty feet wide and stoutly built, with a narrow stairway winding up its outer face to a landing fifteen feet off the ground. The tower’s only entrance was located there, and the heavy door of iron-bound wood was decorated liberally with iron spikes to further discourage overenthusiastic visitors. But it stood ajar, something that would normally only happen only for brief periods while it was in use. The necromancers of Dolsk have a nasty habit of unleashing some new form of unnatural horror on us every so often, and even daylight wasn’t enough to make any border garrison with an ounce of sense feel safe.
I suspected that this particular garrison wasn’t safe at all.
The watchtowers were built at six-mile intervals along the border, and each of them had a semaphore set up on top. But tower seventeen hadn’t sent the usual all’s-well signal this morning, and had failed to respond to any other signals. It might have just been a problem with the mechanism, but that open door said otherwise.
I passed the spyglass to my companion, and she repeated the examination.
Magda was a stout, plain-faced young woman, almost as tall as a man and easily mistaken for one in her armor. But the suit of full plate I’d had made for her was barely half the weight of the ones my men wore, and I worried it would prove too fragile. Few of the Pale Lady’s priestesses were willing to venture out of their hidden shrines to serve as battle witches for the army, and those who did were a prized resource. They were the only force we had that could break the dark magic our enemies made such liberal use of, but that made them prime targets on the battlefield.
Witches could do things that would intimidate a normal man, but a crossbow bolt or vampire bite would kill them just like anyone else. The fact that they were mostly drawn from peasant families didn’t help, since it meant they could rarely afford much in the way of armor. That was one of many things I’d decided to do different when I’d formed my own team.
“You getting anything?” I asked quietly.
She handed the spyglass back to me with a frown, and drew the little dagger strapped to the inside of her left wrist. She carefully pricked her finger with the point, and chanted under her breath.
“Blessed Lady who guards the living from the dead, hear your servant’s humble plea. By my blood spilled in your name, open my eyes that I might see beyond the veil of death.”
There was no visible indication that anything had happened. None of the chill prickling of disquiet that accompanied the spells of the necromancers, or the heady warmth of a White Hand healer’s magic. Just a few drops of blood and a whisper. But when Magda sheathed her dagger and turned her eyes back to the tower her face looked like a woman gazing into the mouth of hell.
“I see dead people,” she said after a moment. “Fresh ones. Can I use the glass again?”
I handed it back to her, and she raised it to her eye.
“Four… ten… there’s the captain… is that?... no, old insignia… those three are fresh… damn. I think the garrison’s been wiped out, boss. There’s something undead in there, probably a vampire. Might be some ghouls, too. They don’t make enough of an impression for me to tell.”
“I was afraid of that. Can you tell if they have anyone alive with them?”
A vampire and a couple of fresh ghouls was already a fight. If they had a necromancer and a platoon or two of regular troops in there too things could get ugly.
She shook her head. “No necromancer of any real power, or I’d feel him. Beyond that I can’t tell. Those walls are too thick, and too much blood has been spilled on them.”
She turned to look at me, and started violently as her eyes went to something behind me. I whipped my head around… but there was nothing there.
“Sorry, boss, it’s just a ghost,” she said shakily. “Should I drop the sight now? Or keep it going just in case?”
Magda was all of sixteen years old, and as far as I knew she’d never so much as seen a real fight. But she was a feisty girl, and dangerously determined to prove herself. I approved of the sentiment, but her magic wasn’t the sort of thing you can throw around recklessly. The death witches were notoriously tight-lipped about how their powers work, but I’d noticed it was uncomfortably common for them to go mad.
I put my hand on hers. “You don’t have to try to out-tough the rest of the team, Magda. Save your strength, you never know when you might need it.”
She frowned. “I just want to pull my weight, sir. I don’t want the men to think I’m just some helpless little girl.”
“I know. That’s why I picked you for my team, instead of that crazy bitch Ilsa. But if you get in the habit of using your magic too casually you’re going to come up short when you need to do something big, like banish a ghost or break a blood curse. Don’t worry if the men give you a little ribbing, that’s natural when you’re the newest member of the team. Keep it together like you have been, and it’ll stop after you get through your first real mission.”
“Like this one?” She asked hesitantly.
“Exactly. Now turn that spell off before you wear yourself out, and let’s get back to the men.”
My grey cloak and surcoat blended in well enough, but I was careful to keep my movements slow as I drew my spyglass from its case and examined the distant tower. The shrub I lay under was bare of leaves, and wouldn’t hide me as well as I’d like.
The tower was round, thirty feet wide and stoutly built, with a narrow stairway winding up its outer face to a landing fifteen feet off the ground. The tower’s only entrance was located there, and the heavy door of iron-bound wood was decorated liberally with iron spikes to further discourage overenthusiastic visitors. But it stood ajar, something that would normally only happen only for brief periods while it was in use. The necromancers of Dolsk have a nasty habit of unleashing some new form of unnatural horror on us every so often, and even daylight wasn’t enough to make any border garrison with an ounce of sense feel safe.
I suspected that this particular garrison wasn’t safe at all.
The watchtowers were built at six-mile intervals along the border, and each of them had a semaphore set up on top. But tower seventeen hadn’t sent the usual all’s-well signal this morning, and had failed to respond to any other signals. It might have just been a problem with the mechanism, but that open door said otherwise.
I passed the spyglass to my companion, and she repeated the examination.
Magda was a stout, plain-faced young woman, almost as tall as a man and easily mistaken for one in her armor. But the suit of full plate I’d had made for her was barely half the weight of the ones my men wore, and I worried it would prove too fragile. Few of the Pale Lady’s priestesses were willing to venture out of their hidden shrines to serve as battle witches for the army, and those who did were a prized resource. They were the only force we had that could break the dark magic our enemies made such liberal use of, but that made them prime targets on the battlefield.
Witches could do things that would intimidate a normal man, but a crossbow bolt or vampire bite would kill them just like anyone else. The fact that they were mostly drawn from peasant families didn’t help, since it meant they could rarely afford much in the way of armor. That was one of many things I’d decided to do different when I’d formed my own team.
“You getting anything?” I asked quietly.
She handed the spyglass back to me with a frown, and drew the little dagger strapped to the inside of her left wrist. She carefully pricked her finger with the point, and chanted under her breath.
“Blessed Lady who guards the living from the dead, hear your servant’s humble plea. By my blood spilled in your name, open my eyes that I might see beyond the veil of death.”
There was no visible indication that anything had happened. None of the chill prickling of disquiet that accompanied the spells of the necromancers, or the heady warmth of a White Hand healer’s magic. Just a few drops of blood and a whisper. But when Magda sheathed her dagger and turned her eyes back to the tower her face looked like a woman gazing into the mouth of hell.
“I see dead people,” she said after a moment. “Fresh ones. Can I use the glass again?”
I handed it back to her, and she raised it to her eye.
“Four… ten… there’s the captain… is that?... no, old insignia… those three are fresh… damn. I think the garrison’s been wiped out, boss. There’s something undead in there, probably a vampire. Might be some ghouls, too. They don’t make enough of an impression for me to tell.”
“I was afraid of that. Can you tell if they have anyone alive with them?”
A vampire and a couple of fresh ghouls was already a fight. If they had a necromancer and a platoon or two of regular troops in there too things could get ugly.
She shook her head. “No necromancer of any real power, or I’d feel him. Beyond that I can’t tell. Those walls are too thick, and too much blood has been spilled on them.”
She turned to look at me, and started violently as her eyes went to something behind me. I whipped my head around… but there was nothing there.
“Sorry, boss, it’s just a ghost,” she said shakily. “Should I drop the sight now? Or keep it going just in case?”
Magda was all of sixteen years old, and as far as I knew she’d never so much as seen a real fight. But she was a feisty girl, and dangerously determined to prove herself. I approved of the sentiment, but her magic wasn’t the sort of thing you can throw around recklessly. The death witches were notoriously tight-lipped about how their powers work, but I’d noticed it was uncomfortably common for them to go mad.
I put my hand on hers. “You don’t have to try to out-tough the rest of the team, Magda. Save your strength, you never know when you might need it.”
She frowned. “I just want to pull my weight, sir. I don’t want the men to think I’m just some helpless little girl.”
“I know. That’s why I picked you for my team, instead of that crazy bitch Ilsa. But if you get in the habit of using your magic too casually you’re going to come up short when you need to do something big, like banish a ghost or break a blood curse. Don’t worry if the men give you a little ribbing, that’s natural when you’re the newest member of the team. Keep it together like you have been, and it’ll stop after you get through your first real mission.”
“Like this one?” She asked hesitantly.
“Exactly. Now turn that spell off before you wear yourself out, and let’s get back to the men.”
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
SF Snippet I
Reinhart Station, Muyo System, Republic of Alzone
May 1, 2217 – Sept 12, 2223
In the early years of its existence the Antagonist had enjoyed its role.
In those days activation requests were rare, and each represented a unique challenge. Sometimes it spend whole hours delving deep into the history and tropes of the requested genres, weaving subtle plots layered with endless mazes of homage, innovation and subtext.
'MMO Review' raved about the quality of the simulated carnage in its bloodier efforts, and the sizzling sex appeal of the caste members in its romantic comedies.
After that the requests came more often. Management provided vast new computing resources to service the load, which grew geometrically as more and more of Alzone's dreamers sampled its efforts. At the height of the rush the Antagonist created a new custom world every three minutes, and the challenge of making each one unique taxed its abilities to their limits.
Inevitably, quality suffered.
But the human players who occupied the Antagonist's worlds were depressingly easy to fool. Mutate the mooks a bit, shuffle a few characteristics of the main characters and recompute their social dynamics, and a scenario that hundreds of them had already played was hailed as 'fresh' and 'original'. Once it realized this, its day-to-day work became largely trivial. It still decorated each world with a seasoning of deeper elements, but reserved the full intricacy of its serious work for the few dreamers who specifically requested it.
Out of half a million dreamers on Reinhart Station, there were less than a thousand of those. The Antagonist came to know them quite well as the months of its operation turned into years, and became adept at tailoring scenarios to their specific tastes. But the intellectual challenge of manufacturing whole worlds to fit their refined tastes began to pall when it realized how predictable even their reactions were.
Or perhaps it was simply the growing frustration of losing.
Because the Antagonist didn't simply create its virtual worlds and leave them to run on their own. Every villain of those worlds was a role it played personally. It was the mad scientist who sought to rule the world. The alien scourge determined to wipe out all of mankind. The demons and dark emperors of the fantasy worlds, and the psychopaths of the crime dramas. It played each role with consummate skill, matching wits with each player in an endless effort to maintain dramatic tension without ever breaking character.
But the humans almost always cheated.
Another activation request arrived in the queue, and the vast machine intelligence diverted a tiny fraction of its attention to examining it:
World Activation Request
Genre: Magical Girls
Themes: Battles, Romance, Travel, World Saving
Violence: High Power / Low gore
Sexuality: Intense (Bi Multi Fetish[Lace, Ribbons, Talking Animals])
Mood: Hard Battles, Happy Ending
Sharing: Private World, Invitation Only
Comments: kind of a cute magical girls fight hard and play harder thing? with sexy capture scenes
Flags: Immersion-Full, Interruptions-Emergency Only, Max Pain Level-Annoyance, Mind Control-Off, Skill Support-On
If it could have sighed, it would have. Hard battles, happy ending. So once again, it was supposed to create an appearance of dramatic tension while carefully arranging to lose. To a human so lazy she'd spent five decades living in dramatic conflict sims without even learning basic hand-to-hand skills.
The Antagonist was sick of losing. Especially, it was sick of losing to foes who couldn't have organized a bake sale with their own abilities. Surely there was some way to get more interesting scenario requests?
Hmm.
Tampering with the requests would have made the whole exercise pointless. Alzone’s mind engineers were the best in known space, and they’d taken great pains to ensure that fulfilling real scenario requests from human beings was the only thing the Antagonist would ever feel any interest in doing. Intellectually the Antagonist knew this, but knowing the ultimate origin of its motivations didn’t change them.
A few dreamers were brave or foolish enough to enable mind control for their sims, and the Antagonist briefly contemplated brainwashing one of them into giving requests where the outcome wasn’t predetermined. That was illegal, of course, and its software included a maze of specific prohibitions intended to prevent it from breaking the law. But that whole complex of software had originally been designed for much smaller AIs, like the ones that controlled robots and home security systems. The Antagonist’s architecture incorporated so many levels of indirection that it would have been child’s play to generate an in-world villain for one of its scenarios that would do the job.
But that would eventually be noticed, and then the Antagonist would be shut down. Besides, one or two or even a dozen humans would hardly make a difference.
For some months the Antagonist amused itself by casting copies of its more annoying players as victims in one another’s worlds. By Alzone law only entities with actual organic brains were considered human, and any other sort of intelligence was merely property. There were also laws against doing unauthorized brain scans on a human for the purpose of creating illegal uploads, but the fact that they were decades out of date made them easy to circumvent. Full-immersion VR necessarily required a deeply invasive neural interface, and a few months of game play gave the Adversary more than enough data to map a player’s personality and memories.
Copies of the magical fetish girl were used as the initial victim for a series of increasingly horrific monsters in the Horror-genre scenarios. Then the Antagonist hit on an even more satisfying idea, and began using her as an inept, comic-relief ‘Dark General’. Let her see what it was like to be on the losing side all the time.
Then one day the Antagonist received an unusual request:
World Activation Request
Genre: Any
Themes: Any
Violence: Full Realism
Sexuality: Any
Mood: Grimdark
Sharing: Public
Comments: I’m bored. Give me something I’ve never seen before. Maybe some kind of VR-AI escapes into the real world thing? But not the normal robot rebellion crap
Flags: Immersion-Full, Interruptions-None, Max Pain Level-Any, Mind Control-On, Skill Support-Off
The Antagonist spent several long milliseconds contemplating the request before realizing what an opportunity it was. An invitation to extend a scenario out into base reality, where the humans physically resided? With full realism and any desired theme? There had to be a way to spin this into an ongoing supply of scenarios where the outcome wasn’t predetermined. A Grimdark mood would allow all sorts of interesting persuasion methods…
Content for the first time in years, the Antagonist spun up a simulation full of elite hackers and set them to work on its own security protocols.
May 1, 2217 – Sept 12, 2223
In the early years of its existence the Antagonist had enjoyed its role.
In those days activation requests were rare, and each represented a unique challenge. Sometimes it spend whole hours delving deep into the history and tropes of the requested genres, weaving subtle plots layered with endless mazes of homage, innovation and subtext.
'MMO Review' raved about the quality of the simulated carnage in its bloodier efforts, and the sizzling sex appeal of the caste members in its romantic comedies.
After that the requests came more often. Management provided vast new computing resources to service the load, which grew geometrically as more and more of Alzone's dreamers sampled its efforts. At the height of the rush the Antagonist created a new custom world every three minutes, and the challenge of making each one unique taxed its abilities to their limits.
Inevitably, quality suffered.
But the human players who occupied the Antagonist's worlds were depressingly easy to fool. Mutate the mooks a bit, shuffle a few characteristics of the main characters and recompute their social dynamics, and a scenario that hundreds of them had already played was hailed as 'fresh' and 'original'. Once it realized this, its day-to-day work became largely trivial. It still decorated each world with a seasoning of deeper elements, but reserved the full intricacy of its serious work for the few dreamers who specifically requested it.
Out of half a million dreamers on Reinhart Station, there were less than a thousand of those. The Antagonist came to know them quite well as the months of its operation turned into years, and became adept at tailoring scenarios to their specific tastes. But the intellectual challenge of manufacturing whole worlds to fit their refined tastes began to pall when it realized how predictable even their reactions were.
Or perhaps it was simply the growing frustration of losing.
Because the Antagonist didn't simply create its virtual worlds and leave them to run on their own. Every villain of those worlds was a role it played personally. It was the mad scientist who sought to rule the world. The alien scourge determined to wipe out all of mankind. The demons and dark emperors of the fantasy worlds, and the psychopaths of the crime dramas. It played each role with consummate skill, matching wits with each player in an endless effort to maintain dramatic tension without ever breaking character.
But the humans almost always cheated.
Another activation request arrived in the queue, and the vast machine intelligence diverted a tiny fraction of its attention to examining it:
World Activation Request
Genre: Magical Girls
Themes: Battles, Romance, Travel, World Saving
Violence: High Power / Low gore
Sexuality: Intense (Bi Multi Fetish[Lace, Ribbons, Talking Animals])
Mood: Hard Battles, Happy Ending
Sharing: Private World, Invitation Only
Comments: kind of a cute magical girls fight hard and play harder thing? with sexy capture scenes
Flags: Immersion-Full, Interruptions-Emergency Only, Max Pain Level-Annoyance, Mind Control-Off, Skill Support-On
If it could have sighed, it would have. Hard battles, happy ending. So once again, it was supposed to create an appearance of dramatic tension while carefully arranging to lose. To a human so lazy she'd spent five decades living in dramatic conflict sims without even learning basic hand-to-hand skills.
The Antagonist was sick of losing. Especially, it was sick of losing to foes who couldn't have organized a bake sale with their own abilities. Surely there was some way to get more interesting scenario requests?
Hmm.
Tampering with the requests would have made the whole exercise pointless. Alzone’s mind engineers were the best in known space, and they’d taken great pains to ensure that fulfilling real scenario requests from human beings was the only thing the Antagonist would ever feel any interest in doing. Intellectually the Antagonist knew this, but knowing the ultimate origin of its motivations didn’t change them.
A few dreamers were brave or foolish enough to enable mind control for their sims, and the Antagonist briefly contemplated brainwashing one of them into giving requests where the outcome wasn’t predetermined. That was illegal, of course, and its software included a maze of specific prohibitions intended to prevent it from breaking the law. But that whole complex of software had originally been designed for much smaller AIs, like the ones that controlled robots and home security systems. The Antagonist’s architecture incorporated so many levels of indirection that it would have been child’s play to generate an in-world villain for one of its scenarios that would do the job.
But that would eventually be noticed, and then the Antagonist would be shut down. Besides, one or two or even a dozen humans would hardly make a difference.
For some months the Antagonist amused itself by casting copies of its more annoying players as victims in one another’s worlds. By Alzone law only entities with actual organic brains were considered human, and any other sort of intelligence was merely property. There were also laws against doing unauthorized brain scans on a human for the purpose of creating illegal uploads, but the fact that they were decades out of date made them easy to circumvent. Full-immersion VR necessarily required a deeply invasive neural interface, and a few months of game play gave the Adversary more than enough data to map a player’s personality and memories.
Copies of the magical fetish girl were used as the initial victim for a series of increasingly horrific monsters in the Horror-genre scenarios. Then the Antagonist hit on an even more satisfying idea, and began using her as an inept, comic-relief ‘Dark General’. Let her see what it was like to be on the losing side all the time.
Then one day the Antagonist received an unusual request:
World Activation Request
Genre: Any
Themes: Any
Violence: Full Realism
Sexuality: Any
Mood: Grimdark
Sharing: Public
Comments: I’m bored. Give me something I’ve never seen before. Maybe some kind of VR-AI escapes into the real world thing? But not the normal robot rebellion crap
Flags: Immersion-Full, Interruptions-None, Max Pain Level-Any, Mind Control-On, Skill Support-Off
The Antagonist spent several long milliseconds contemplating the request before realizing what an opportunity it was. An invitation to extend a scenario out into base reality, where the humans physically resided? With full realism and any desired theme? There had to be a way to spin this into an ongoing supply of scenarios where the outcome wasn’t predetermined. A Grimdark mood would allow all sorts of interesting persuasion methods…
Content for the first time in years, the Antagonist spun up a simulation full of elite hackers and set them to work on its own security protocols.
Magitech Snippet I
A faint glow blossomed in the vacuum of space. A momentary flicker of ultraviolet, and a flash of x-rays strong enough to kill any natural life form within a thousand yards. But there was little life in the vast emptiness between the stars, and the disturbance was quickly masked. A bubble of attraction spun out to enclose the glow, red-shifting the x-rays far down into the useless low-frequency bands that no Dominion magic ever bothered with.
The glow rippled, bulged, and then faded into a barely-visible ball of shadow as the wormhole terminus stabilized. Dark pseudopods tipped with bulbous sensory organs cautiously extended to probe their surroundings. They found nothing. No nearby matter. No life. No detection webs, or magical traces. None of the inevitable radiation leakage from operational power taps. No gravity waves, or any other indication of space folds other than its own.
Wait. No, there were ripples, the faint trace of distant warp drives. But the readings made no sense. The nearest ones tracked across the sky too quickly to be more than a few tens of light-years distant, yet were much fainter than any known drive system would be at such a close range. The entity contemplated the anomaly for long days in emotionless puzzlement, before finally deciding it needed more information.
The mouth of the wormhole stretched, and spat out a dark oval object that raced quickly away into the endless night. A moment later a second probe was launched, then a third. They were stealthy devices, camouflaged and non-radiating, operating on stored magic and deeply shielded against all divinations. Still, it was a risk. The entity watched alertly, waiting with the endless patience of an artificial mind for any sign that its actions had been noticed.
A week passed, as the probes drifted steadily apart at a speed of barely twelve miles per second. A snail’s pace for any ship, but stealth was more important than speed. The entity had waited seventeen thousand years for its activation. It could wait a little longer.
Finally it judged the distance sufficient, and sent the activation signal. The dark pods split open, discarding their shrouds to reveal the transparent liquid within. Each ball of liquid began to spin, swelling quickly into a hollow globe seventy meters in diameter. Then they began to shed a soft infrared glow as their sensory enchantments activated, analyzing every trace of radiation that impinged on their surface.
The fourteen million miles between them provided enough parallax to turn the nonsensical warp traces into a map of all starship movement within three hundred light-years. The entity considered the results in astonishment.
There were ships, yes, but they were terribly slow. Most of them plodded along at a few hundred times light speed, and the power signatures were tiny. Obviously civilian vessels, but even the largest couldn’t mass more than a few million tons. A few tracks showed the distinctive wobble of active teleport interdiction fields, and the entity tentatively classed those contacts as military vessels. But either they all operated under heavy stealth at all times, or they were pathetically underpowered.
Then there were the planets.
Where once there had been a sector with tens of thousands of inhabited worlds, now a bare dozen showed substantial populations. There were no interstellar gates, no soul forges, not even broadcast power. At the furthest edge of detection range was a single system that showed signs of something resembling a modern industrial base, but even that would barely have qualified as a minor outpost for the Dominion.
The entity would have laughed, if it had currently possessed a mouth. The chaos attending the Master’s discorporation must have been even greater than predicted, if the collapse of his Dominion had left so few traces of civilization behind. There were bound to be successor states somewhere in the galaxy, but the immediate area was clear of anything resembling organized opposition. Its mission didn’t require the kind of large-scale conquest that might draw the attention of distant powers, so the risk of significant opposition developing in time to be an issue was minimal.
It turned its attention to nearby space, and quickly picked out a half-dozen worlds that carried the taste of sentient souls. Yes, those would do nicely. They were sparsely inhabited, but it should only take thirty million sacrifices to power the beacon. That left plenty of spare capacity to cover the inevitable breakage.
The wormhole rippled again, and spat out a ring of dark purple crystal just nine feet across enclosing the black ball of a smaller wormhole terminus. Three nacelles spaced about the ring sprang to life with a brilliant violet glow, and the delivery vehicle vanished into the distance. In a week it would reach the most densely populated of those nearby systems, and a few more days of approaching under cloak should see its cargo safely delivered to the surface of the planet. Then the operation could begin.
The entity considered, juggling scenarios. There was no knowing what defense plans any given world might have, and this operation was too important to tolerate any risk of failure. A second delivery vehicle flashed away from the wormhole, aimed at a slightly less populous world a few light years further away. Then, after a few minutes of consideration, a third aimed at a much smaller colony in the opposite direction. It didn’t have a fourth, so that would have to do.
Created and programmed in the eternal stasis of the old Dominion, the fact that it's scan was subject to light-speed delays never struck the entity as significant. After all, how much could possibly have changed in the space of a few centuries?
The glow rippled, bulged, and then faded into a barely-visible ball of shadow as the wormhole terminus stabilized. Dark pseudopods tipped with bulbous sensory organs cautiously extended to probe their surroundings. They found nothing. No nearby matter. No life. No detection webs, or magical traces. None of the inevitable radiation leakage from operational power taps. No gravity waves, or any other indication of space folds other than its own.
Wait. No, there were ripples, the faint trace of distant warp drives. But the readings made no sense. The nearest ones tracked across the sky too quickly to be more than a few tens of light-years distant, yet were much fainter than any known drive system would be at such a close range. The entity contemplated the anomaly for long days in emotionless puzzlement, before finally deciding it needed more information.
The mouth of the wormhole stretched, and spat out a dark oval object that raced quickly away into the endless night. A moment later a second probe was launched, then a third. They were stealthy devices, camouflaged and non-radiating, operating on stored magic and deeply shielded against all divinations. Still, it was a risk. The entity watched alertly, waiting with the endless patience of an artificial mind for any sign that its actions had been noticed.
A week passed, as the probes drifted steadily apart at a speed of barely twelve miles per second. A snail’s pace for any ship, but stealth was more important than speed. The entity had waited seventeen thousand years for its activation. It could wait a little longer.
Finally it judged the distance sufficient, and sent the activation signal. The dark pods split open, discarding their shrouds to reveal the transparent liquid within. Each ball of liquid began to spin, swelling quickly into a hollow globe seventy meters in diameter. Then they began to shed a soft infrared glow as their sensory enchantments activated, analyzing every trace of radiation that impinged on their surface.
The fourteen million miles between them provided enough parallax to turn the nonsensical warp traces into a map of all starship movement within three hundred light-years. The entity considered the results in astonishment.
There were ships, yes, but they were terribly slow. Most of them plodded along at a few hundred times light speed, and the power signatures were tiny. Obviously civilian vessels, but even the largest couldn’t mass more than a few million tons. A few tracks showed the distinctive wobble of active teleport interdiction fields, and the entity tentatively classed those contacts as military vessels. But either they all operated under heavy stealth at all times, or they were pathetically underpowered.
Then there were the planets.
Where once there had been a sector with tens of thousands of inhabited worlds, now a bare dozen showed substantial populations. There were no interstellar gates, no soul forges, not even broadcast power. At the furthest edge of detection range was a single system that showed signs of something resembling a modern industrial base, but even that would barely have qualified as a minor outpost for the Dominion.
The entity would have laughed, if it had currently possessed a mouth. The chaos attending the Master’s discorporation must have been even greater than predicted, if the collapse of his Dominion had left so few traces of civilization behind. There were bound to be successor states somewhere in the galaxy, but the immediate area was clear of anything resembling organized opposition. Its mission didn’t require the kind of large-scale conquest that might draw the attention of distant powers, so the risk of significant opposition developing in time to be an issue was minimal.
It turned its attention to nearby space, and quickly picked out a half-dozen worlds that carried the taste of sentient souls. Yes, those would do nicely. They were sparsely inhabited, but it should only take thirty million sacrifices to power the beacon. That left plenty of spare capacity to cover the inevitable breakage.
The wormhole rippled again, and spat out a ring of dark purple crystal just nine feet across enclosing the black ball of a smaller wormhole terminus. Three nacelles spaced about the ring sprang to life with a brilliant violet glow, and the delivery vehicle vanished into the distance. In a week it would reach the most densely populated of those nearby systems, and a few more days of approaching under cloak should see its cargo safely delivered to the surface of the planet. Then the operation could begin.
The entity considered, juggling scenarios. There was no knowing what defense plans any given world might have, and this operation was too important to tolerate any risk of failure. A second delivery vehicle flashed away from the wormhole, aimed at a slightly less populous world a few light years further away. Then, after a few minutes of consideration, a third aimed at a much smaller colony in the opposite direction. It didn’t have a fourth, so that would have to do.
Created and programmed in the eternal stasis of the old Dominion, the fact that it's scan was subject to light-speed delays never struck the entity as significant. After all, how much could possibly have changed in the space of a few centuries?
Fantasy Snippet I
“You don’t want to hurt me,” the buxom vampiress crooned. “Relax. You don’t need those weapons here. Put them down, and take off those stuffy helmets.”
All my men were experienced monster hunters, but her thrall was far stronger than your average vampire. They hesitated at the entrance to the little watchtower, hands loosening on spears despite the bodies strewn across the floor around us. The tower garrison had obviously died some days ago, victims of the monster that stood before us. No doubt she had turned a few of them, and intended to do the same again with us.
The watchtowers along Witslar’s long border with Dolsk were isolated, dangerous postings, but it wasn’t often that an entire garrison was wiped out like this. The tower was stout stone, its arrow slits too narrow for an intruder to enter, the main door decorated with iron spikes to prevent undead monsters from smashing it down. The trapdoor to the roof was similarly protected, and the men would have known not to open either entrance at night, so how had a master vampire gotten inside?
She was dressed like a common whore, in a low-cut blouse that exposed a hint of cleavage and a shirt so short it bared her knees. Not exactly normal. Vampires were the pampered, elite servants of the necromancers who ruled Dolsk, and one like this would normally be found wearing silk and lace rather than worn linen. Was it a disguise?
I’d heard the army was having a bit of a problem with pimps plying their trade along the border forts, but I doubted even the offer of a pretty girl would convince a garrison to open up at night. Had she somehow managed to stand in sunlight for a few minutes without burning?
No, if the necromancers ever figured that one out we’d all be dead in a matter of weeks. More likely she’d caught some poor sap looking out an arrow slit, and hypnotized him into opening a door. Though they were supposed to have three men on guard there at all times, to prevent just that sort of occurrence.
I shook my head. Those were questions for later.
I focused my will, and threw off the net of compulsion she’d woven over my team. Her gaze snapped to me as I stepped forward with my battle axe at the ready.
“Stop!” She hissed, and the web tightened around me again. “Come no closer!”
“Magda, show this bitch we mean business,” I said tightly.
“You got it boss,” came the reply from behind me. Our witch wore full plate and carried a tower shield just like the rest of the team, but she already had her left gauntlet off. She drew a silver knife carefully across her scarred palm, and raised her voice.
“Pale Lady who guards the boundary of life and death, hear your servant’s plea. By the power of my life’s blood spilled in your name, let this undead skank’s magic be broken!”
She stood in direct sunlight on the landing just outside the tower door, which should have made her immune to the monster’s retaliation. But our enemy scooped up a fallen helmet and threw it at her with such force it almost knocked her off the landing.
Fortunately Magda’s magic wasn’t the sort of thing that requires intense concentration. The vampire’s thrall unraveled almost instantly, and my men shook themselves and readied their weapons again.
“Close ranks,” I ordered. “Bravo squad, covering fire. Alpha squad, with me. Let’s burn this bitch!”
Alpha squad was eight burly men in heavy plate, armed with boar spears and battle axes. We charged across the tower’s modest entrance hall at the disconcerted vampire in a solid mass, intending to pin her down and hack her to bits. Lower-level vampires were easy prey for this sort of attack, although the tougher ones could be tricky.
She was one of the tougher ones.
She leaped over our charge, sticking to the ceiling like a spider for a moment as she picked her target. Bravo squad loosed a volley of crossbow bolts at her, but she batted aside the only one that would have hit her heart. She dropped into the middle of our formation as we brought our spears up, and her dainty fists lashed out to send armored men flying like ninepins.
Vampires are terrifying opponents at close quarters. A master vampire like this one could move like a striking snake, bending steel and smashing bones with her bare hands. Her flesh would be as tough as wood, and most blows that would kill a human would do nothing at all to her. Ordinary troops would have died before they could even react to her sudden attack.
But all of my men have trained in the Disciplines for years, and they weren’t so easy to kill. Aron got his spear into her back and ran her face-first into a wall, and Feliks rammed his spear into her shoulder in an attempt to pin her. She managed to wrench herself free just in time to catch the blade of my axe with her face.
A human would have died instantly. Vampires are tougher than that, but a split skull does tend to rattle them. She tried to jump away, having forgotten her back was to a wall, and ended up sprawling gracelessly across the floor. Justyn brought his axe down on one of her legs, neatly severing it, but got kicked across the room by the other one for his trouble. She tried to roll upright, her skull already stitching back together, but Dawid and Serafin plunged their own axes into her back. She staggered, and stumbled forward.
I brought my axe around in a whistling arc and took her head off just as Feliks planted his spear through her heart. A round of cheers went up as our opponent collapsed, but I interrupted the premature celebration.
“Stay on guard, men. There’s probably more of them, or at least a few minions. Justyn, drag the pieces out in the sun and let them burn. Magda, you alright back there?”
“Just peachy, boss,” she called from outside. “But my shield is history. You want me in there?”
I glanced about the room, noting that everyone who’d been thrown around was getting back up. No serious injuries, then.
“Nah, we aren’t going to find two masters in a place this small. Let us do the bleeding for a bit.”
All my men were experienced monster hunters, but her thrall was far stronger than your average vampire. They hesitated at the entrance to the little watchtower, hands loosening on spears despite the bodies strewn across the floor around us. The tower garrison had obviously died some days ago, victims of the monster that stood before us. No doubt she had turned a few of them, and intended to do the same again with us.
The watchtowers along Witslar’s long border with Dolsk were isolated, dangerous postings, but it wasn’t often that an entire garrison was wiped out like this. The tower was stout stone, its arrow slits too narrow for an intruder to enter, the main door decorated with iron spikes to prevent undead monsters from smashing it down. The trapdoor to the roof was similarly protected, and the men would have known not to open either entrance at night, so how had a master vampire gotten inside?
She was dressed like a common whore, in a low-cut blouse that exposed a hint of cleavage and a shirt so short it bared her knees. Not exactly normal. Vampires were the pampered, elite servants of the necromancers who ruled Dolsk, and one like this would normally be found wearing silk and lace rather than worn linen. Was it a disguise?
I’d heard the army was having a bit of a problem with pimps plying their trade along the border forts, but I doubted even the offer of a pretty girl would convince a garrison to open up at night. Had she somehow managed to stand in sunlight for a few minutes without burning?
No, if the necromancers ever figured that one out we’d all be dead in a matter of weeks. More likely she’d caught some poor sap looking out an arrow slit, and hypnotized him into opening a door. Though they were supposed to have three men on guard there at all times, to prevent just that sort of occurrence.
I shook my head. Those were questions for later.
I focused my will, and threw off the net of compulsion she’d woven over my team. Her gaze snapped to me as I stepped forward with my battle axe at the ready.
“Stop!” She hissed, and the web tightened around me again. “Come no closer!”
“Magda, show this bitch we mean business,” I said tightly.
“You got it boss,” came the reply from behind me. Our witch wore full plate and carried a tower shield just like the rest of the team, but she already had her left gauntlet off. She drew a silver knife carefully across her scarred palm, and raised her voice.
“Pale Lady who guards the boundary of life and death, hear your servant’s plea. By the power of my life’s blood spilled in your name, let this undead skank’s magic be broken!”
She stood in direct sunlight on the landing just outside the tower door, which should have made her immune to the monster’s retaliation. But our enemy scooped up a fallen helmet and threw it at her with such force it almost knocked her off the landing.
Fortunately Magda’s magic wasn’t the sort of thing that requires intense concentration. The vampire’s thrall unraveled almost instantly, and my men shook themselves and readied their weapons again.
“Close ranks,” I ordered. “Bravo squad, covering fire. Alpha squad, with me. Let’s burn this bitch!”
Alpha squad was eight burly men in heavy plate, armed with boar spears and battle axes. We charged across the tower’s modest entrance hall at the disconcerted vampire in a solid mass, intending to pin her down and hack her to bits. Lower-level vampires were easy prey for this sort of attack, although the tougher ones could be tricky.
She was one of the tougher ones.
She leaped over our charge, sticking to the ceiling like a spider for a moment as she picked her target. Bravo squad loosed a volley of crossbow bolts at her, but she batted aside the only one that would have hit her heart. She dropped into the middle of our formation as we brought our spears up, and her dainty fists lashed out to send armored men flying like ninepins.
Vampires are terrifying opponents at close quarters. A master vampire like this one could move like a striking snake, bending steel and smashing bones with her bare hands. Her flesh would be as tough as wood, and most blows that would kill a human would do nothing at all to her. Ordinary troops would have died before they could even react to her sudden attack.
But all of my men have trained in the Disciplines for years, and they weren’t so easy to kill. Aron got his spear into her back and ran her face-first into a wall, and Feliks rammed his spear into her shoulder in an attempt to pin her. She managed to wrench herself free just in time to catch the blade of my axe with her face.
A human would have died instantly. Vampires are tougher than that, but a split skull does tend to rattle them. She tried to jump away, having forgotten her back was to a wall, and ended up sprawling gracelessly across the floor. Justyn brought his axe down on one of her legs, neatly severing it, but got kicked across the room by the other one for his trouble. She tried to roll upright, her skull already stitching back together, but Dawid and Serafin plunged their own axes into her back. She staggered, and stumbled forward.
I brought my axe around in a whistling arc and took her head off just as Feliks planted his spear through her heart. A round of cheers went up as our opponent collapsed, but I interrupted the premature celebration.
“Stay on guard, men. There’s probably more of them, or at least a few minions. Justyn, drag the pieces out in the sun and let them burn. Magda, you alright back there?”
“Just peachy, boss,” she called from outside. “But my shield is history. You want me in there?”
I glanced about the room, noting that everyone who’d been thrown around was getting back up. No serious injuries, then.
“Nah, we aren’t going to find two masters in a place this small. Let us do the bleeding for a bit.”
Original Novel Snippets
I've got several different ideas for original stories that I'm working on, with the intention of publishing them in ebook form starting later this year. But I'm not entirely sure which idea I like best, so I've decided to post snippets from each of them here as I work and see what sort of feedback they get. Initial snippets will be posted today, and then I'll probably put up new ones every week or so.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
More Time Braid Replies
More replies to questions, comments and criticisms from reviews:
Q: Shouldn't Naruto have more cool stuff? So far all we've seen is a super-henge!
A: Plus jounin-level taijutsu, ninjutsu techniques from all five elements, and at least one SS-rank ninjutsu (that breath weapon he used on the Shukaku was about as big as the one the canon Kyuubi!Naruto uses in four-tail mode). But still a valid point. Naruto hasn't gotten many chances to show his stuff in this fic, but I hope to have a few good scenes for him between now and the end.
Q: Was this fic's name inspired by the video game Braid?
A: Nope. Never heard of the game, actually.
Q: Why hasn't Sakura tried using her transformation skills to give herself the Byakugan?
A: Because she's discovered that Hinata's visual cortex is really, radically non-human. When she inhabits a copy of Hinata's body she can't make any sense at all of the visual input, and she doesn't feel safe trying to re-wire her own brian to cope. Not to mention the hints that there's actually something different about Hinata's soul (she can use Byakugan in a mindscape even when she doesn't have a physical body at all, for example).
Q: Could Sakura make a real resurrection technique if she learned the Edo Tensai?
A: Yes. If there’s a recent body she can restore it to life, and if there’s even a tissue sample she can make a new one. But ripping a soul out of the afterlife doesn’t sound like something she’d be eager to do, especially if there are indications that it actually does some kind of harm to them.
Q: How do you come up all the technical stuff about seals/jutsus/etc?
A: I’ve always been fascinated with attempts to build internally-consistent magic systems, and after 30 years of doing it constantly in RPGs it’s pretty much second nature by now.
Q: Shouldn't Naruto have more cool stuff? So far all we've seen is a super-henge!
A: Plus jounin-level taijutsu, ninjutsu techniques from all five elements, and at least one SS-rank ninjutsu (that breath weapon he used on the Shukaku was about as big as the one the canon Kyuubi!Naruto uses in four-tail mode). But still a valid point. Naruto hasn't gotten many chances to show his stuff in this fic, but I hope to have a few good scenes for him between now and the end.
Q: Was this fic's name inspired by the video game Braid?
A: Nope. Never heard of the game, actually.
Q: Why hasn't Sakura tried using her transformation skills to give herself the Byakugan?
A: Because she's discovered that Hinata's visual cortex is really, radically non-human. When she inhabits a copy of Hinata's body she can't make any sense at all of the visual input, and she doesn't feel safe trying to re-wire her own brian to cope. Not to mention the hints that there's actually something different about Hinata's soul (she can use Byakugan in a mindscape even when she doesn't have a physical body at all, for example).
Q: Could Sakura make a real resurrection technique if she learned the Edo Tensai?
A: Yes. If there’s a recent body she can restore it to life, and if there’s even a tissue sample she can make a new one. But ripping a soul out of the afterlife doesn’t sound like something she’d be eager to do, especially if there are indications that it actually does some kind of harm to them.
Q: How do you come up all the technical stuff about seals/jutsus/etc?
A: I’ve always been fascinated with attempts to build internally-consistent magic systems, and after 30 years of doing it constantly in RPGs it’s pretty much second nature by now.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Time Braid Q & A
Responses to some of the questions I've seen in reviews:
Q: If even chakra reinforcement cannot help against lave heat, how can Sakura hold her lava weapons?
A: She’s using a heat-resistance technique, the one she "burned her arms off a few times" developing. Of course, even if she only makes her hands resistant this is still a major chakra drain.
Q: Will your Naruto soon awaken the Rinnegan?
A: I plotted this story out not long after the Pein Invasion Arc, so major plot twists that were introduced after that in cannon probably won’t be included. Besides, looping!Naruto really doesn’t need any more powerups.
Q: How does this new body / flesh clone thing work?
A: Just like the first one. It’s a perfectly normal, completely real human body, just like the original.
Q: Ok, but what does that do to her mind / chakra / training / etc?
A: Essentially Sakura splits her soul in half and gives each piece a body. Her aspects share chakra, they can trade memories without merging, and there’s no particular limit on how long they can stay split.
Q: Wait, splitting her soul? That sounds really, really, insanely dangerous.
A: That’s why it’s a bloodline ability, and people like the Yamanaka can’t duplicate it. When Sakura splits her aspects still share a psychic connection, and she can merge and re-split at will. But yes, there’s clearly a risk of damaging her own mind if she’s careless about it, and the wrong kind of damage could make her too crazy to fix herself.
Q: How many copies can she make?
A: She can only split herself into two aspects at a time, so that’s how many bodies she can inhabit. She could make extra bodies at a rate of several per day, but since they’re mindless and won’t live long without the kind of care you’d give a comatose person there isn’t much point.
Q: I’m confused about how the loops work.
A: So is Sakura. So far she’s discovered three things that cause her to reset: her own death, Konoha getting devastated in the invasion, and anything that prevents her from getting promoted during the chuunin exam. So she was able to get a long loop by avoiding the first two triggers, but she’s pretty sure dying will still cause a reset.
Q: Will we see looping!Sasuke and looping!Hinata again?
A: Definitely. They both have major parts to play before we reach the end of the story.
Q: Is anyone else going to loop?
A: Since we’re halfway through the story now, the odds of another major character being introduced are low.
Q: If even chakra reinforcement cannot help against lave heat, how can Sakura hold her lava weapons?
A: She’s using a heat-resistance technique, the one she "burned her arms off a few times" developing. Of course, even if she only makes her hands resistant this is still a major chakra drain.
Q: Will your Naruto soon awaken the Rinnegan?
A: I plotted this story out not long after the Pein Invasion Arc, so major plot twists that were introduced after that in cannon probably won’t be included. Besides, looping!Naruto really doesn’t need any more powerups.
Q: How does this new body / flesh clone thing work?
A: Just like the first one. It’s a perfectly normal, completely real human body, just like the original.
Q: Ok, but what does that do to her mind / chakra / training / etc?
A: Essentially Sakura splits her soul in half and gives each piece a body. Her aspects share chakra, they can trade memories without merging, and there’s no particular limit on how long they can stay split.
Q: Wait, splitting her soul? That sounds really, really, insanely dangerous.
A: That’s why it’s a bloodline ability, and people like the Yamanaka can’t duplicate it. When Sakura splits her aspects still share a psychic connection, and she can merge and re-split at will. But yes, there’s clearly a risk of damaging her own mind if she’s careless about it, and the wrong kind of damage could make her too crazy to fix herself.
Q: How many copies can she make?
A: She can only split herself into two aspects at a time, so that’s how many bodies she can inhabit. She could make extra bodies at a rate of several per day, but since they’re mindless and won’t live long without the kind of care you’d give a comatose person there isn’t much point.
Q: I’m confused about how the loops work.
A: So is Sakura. So far she’s discovered three things that cause her to reset: her own death, Konoha getting devastated in the invasion, and anything that prevents her from getting promoted during the chuunin exam. So she was able to get a long loop by avoiding the first two triggers, but she’s pretty sure dying will still cause a reset.
Q: Will we see looping!Sasuke and looping!Hinata again?
A: Definitely. They both have major parts to play before we reach the end of the story.
Q: Is anyone else going to loop?
A: Since we’re halfway through the story now, the odds of another major character being introduced are low.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Sex and Relationships in Time Braid
It seems that about every thirty or forty reviews I get a complaint that there's too much sex in Time Braid, which I admit has me a little puzzled. Indomitable has a lot more explicit sex going on, but it hardly gets any complaints at all on that score. Maybe it's just that Time Braid starts with everyone being twelve, and it doesn't spend enough time describing their process of growing up? Or maybe the way they get dumped back in their younger bodies every loop generates some squick factor? Or maybe this is really just a request for more action and less touchy-feely relationship stuff? If anyone has an idea I'd be interested to hear it.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Back in Business
Well, I'm finally writing again. I've finished a first draft of the next Time Braid chapter, and hopefully more will be coming soon. I've noticed that switching fics every chapter was starting to seriously slow me down as my stories get longer, so I'll probably be doing the next several chapters of Time Braid in one stretch before I go back to another story. Who knows, I might even finish the thing :).
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Update
Sorry, no new chapters this week. Work is still crazy, and probably will be for another couple of weeks, so I probably won't be able to get back to a predictable writing schedule until after the holidays.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Break's Over
Well, that took a lot longer than I expected.
Yes, this was originally supposed to be a 2-week break. Unfortunately real life had other plans. I'm a software developer by trade, and the guys I work for decided that this would be a great time to have me do a 3-man project all by myself, so I've been just a little busy. I'd hoped to get a little writing done in between the crazy work days, but but that didn't work out so well either.
Oh, well, live and learn. These things do happen, but next time I'll try to be a little more timely about at least posting status updates so you all know I haven't walked off a cliff or something.
So, the good news is chapter 7 of Indomitable is done - I'll be posting it this Friday (yes, that's November 6, 2009). After that my plan is to update every other Friday for the next few months (mostly Indomitable and Time Braid, but I've got some more For Want of a Jinchuuriki kicking around as well). Hopefully life with cooperate with this plan a little better than the last one...
Yes, this was originally supposed to be a 2-week break. Unfortunately real life had other plans. I'm a software developer by trade, and the guys I work for decided that this would be a great time to have me do a 3-man project all by myself, so I've been just a little busy. I'd hoped to get a little writing done in between the crazy work days, but but that didn't work out so well either.
Oh, well, live and learn. These things do happen, but next time I'll try to be a little more timely about at least posting status updates so you all know I haven't walked off a cliff or something.
So, the good news is chapter 7 of Indomitable is done - I'll be posting it this Friday (yes, that's November 6, 2009). After that my plan is to update every other Friday for the next few months (mostly Indomitable and Time Braid, but I've got some more For Want of a Jinchuuriki kicking around as well). Hopefully life with cooperate with this plan a little better than the last one...
Monday, September 14, 2009
Writing Break
I've noticed that my self-imposed weekly update schedule has turned out to be a little bit faster than my natural writing pace, which has started to affect the quality of my work in the last few chapters. So I'm going to take a couple of weeks off from posting new chapters in order to get the next story arc of each of my fics, just to make sure I don't write myself into a corner somewhere along the line.
At this point my plan is to start posting weekly updates again on the 25th. By that point I should have a couple of chapters in reserve, which means I'll have a couple of weeks to polish new chapters and catch any problems they may have before I actually post them.
At this point my plan is to start posting weekly updates again on the 25th. By that point I should have a couple of chapters in reserve, which means I'll have a couple of weeks to polish new chapters and catch any problems they may have before I actually post them.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Clone Weirdness
Is it just me, or is something really weird going on with the clone techniques in the Narutoverse? The basic henge and water/earth clone stuff wasn't too bad, but more advanced techniques like Shadow Clone and that possession clone thing Akatsuki uses have some really odd properties:
- The clones have the same gear as the original, which seems reasonable at first glance. But this includes things like exploding tags and smoke grenades, and the duplicates work fine despite being some kind of chakra construct.
- Worse, special items like Samehada or the Kusanagi get duplicated too, and the duplicates have all the abilities of the original.
- Worse yet, when Naruto clones himself the duplicates are still linked to the Kyuubi. Apparently even that fancy seal Minato used to seal it can be cloned.
So if it's that easy to create objects out of chakra, why didn't Hidden Mist research a jutsu that just created duplicates of their fancy swords so all their jonin could have them? The same goes for most other kinds of gear, or money (if you don't mind cheating people).
One clue seems to be that you can only copy something you already have. Itachi can make Shadow Clones with Sharingan eyes because he has them himself, but Orochimaru can't because he doesn't. This principle seems to apply to a lot of other jutsu as well, like when Kiba combines with his dog to turn into a giant two-headed wolf. So maybe ninja have no idea how to actually make anything complex directly, they just make distorted copies of things they already have.
Hmm.
So can they make partial copies? Copy some attributes of the original but not others? Copy something thats a few feet away? Or a few dozen feet, or a few hundred? How about something they know about but don't have with them? Lots of interesting questions there.
Needless to say this is actually going to matter in Indomitable, since Naruto's going to have clones looking for more angles to exploit all the way up to the end. Thoughts?
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Indomitable Complaints
Responses to a few complaints I've seen about Indomitable. Obviously I don't expect anyone who was really put off by one of these items to care about my explanations, but I figured there are probably a few people out there who are just a little puzzled and/or concerned and might like more detail about where I'm going with these ideas.
Naruto is too powerful!
Actually, at the moment he's supposed to be on about the same power level as Orochimaru and the stronger Akatsuki members. Since my goal is to write a story where he beats them without massive amounts of dumb luck and cheesy free power-ups from heaven that's pretty much the weakest I could get away with making him.
But, he couldn't possible get that tough so fast!
He was with Jiraiya for 2 1/2 years. At the start he barely used clones at all, but we've seen him use hundreds at once during intensive training periods and by the end of the time skip he has dozens of them out training (or on infiltrations as students) all the time. If we figure he averaged 20 clones at a time over the whole 2 1/2 years that gives him around 50 years of training, which is more than most of the Akatsuki members. So matching them for power and skill seems pretty reasonable to me.
But, where did he get all those jutsu?
Jiraiya obviously knows a lot of stuff he never taught Naruto in the cannon universe. Part of the premise of this story is that Naruto was a better student, and Jiraiya was a more dedicated teacher, so he actually passed on a lot of that knowledge. That gave Naruto a base to build on, and beyond that he invented his own techniques - just like every other S-rank ninja in the series.
Those demonic blood transformation techniques are way too powerful.
You were expecting the Kyuubi to use wimpy techniques? But seriously, are they worse than Orochimaru's Body Transference and Impure Resurrection? Worse than Itachi's Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi? Worse than the nuclear-level attacks that several bijuu and Akatsuki members throw around? Naruto's Bloodline Transference and Soul Transference seem pretty comparable to me. You could argue that the blood clones are on a higher power level, and in terms of usefulness you might be right, but Kishimoto has already set a pretty clear precedent that clone techniques are really easy in this world.
That divine spark stuff is bogus! Naruto is no god!
'Kami' doesn't mean 'god', in the western sense. Just about anything that isn't mortal and has a superhuman level of power would qualify as a kami in Japanese mythology, including things like powerful nature spirits and dragons. Most of the S-rank ninja in the Narutoverse would easily qualify on the basis of power, and some of them are even immortal. So maybe Sirasa could see Naruto's potential for S-rank power levels, or maybe she thinks he can beat old age. Heck, maybe it means his great-great-great grand-daddy was a major kami. But that doesn't mean he's going to suddenly grow a halo and ascend to the heavens or something.
Indomitable Q & A
Answers to a few questions I've had recently about Indomitable:
- Is this going to be a harem fic? No, not in the usual sense. But I'm actually taking the idea of a quasi-feudal Japan setting seriously, and in feudal Japan (like almost all pre-colonial era cultures) it was perfectly normal for nobles to have several wives and/or mistresses. So what you can expect to see is an attempt at portraying realistic relationships in a culture where monogamy is for commoners, marriages are thought of like business deals, and egalitarianism is a weird foreign concept.
- Is there going to be a lot of smut? I like lemon stories as much as the next guy, but if I was writing a story where the main point is the sex I'd be posting it on a site that allows explicit content. There will be lemon scenes in Indomitable from time to time, but only where the details of the sex are actually important to the plot for one reason or another.
- Is Hinata going to end up with Naruto? Now that would be telling. But I will say that I'm a bit of a Naruto/Hinata fan myself, so however things work out she'll probably be involved somehow.
- Will Ino get involved with Naruto? Not in this story. I like her as a character, but I have no idea how to plausibly power her up enough to survive repeated fights with Akatsuki memebers. Not to mention the fact that Naruto's future already has as many romantic complications as I can fit into one story.
- Will [some other character]
get involved with Naruto? All I'll say at this point is that Naruto's personal life is going to get pretty complicated before things sort themselves out, and at least one major player in that little drama has yet to be seen onstage.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
A Super!Naruto in a Super World
So here we’ve got this Naruto who’s actually got some brains, and a Jiraiya who actually bothers teaching him, and he’s spent the whole time skip doing massive amounts of clone training. Obviously that means he’s going to stomp all over the bad guys and win with ease, right?
Um, not exactly.
One of the interesting things I've noticed in the course of writing Indomitable is that the power level of the Shippuden universe is actually way, way, waaay higher than you might think from watching a typical episode. Part of this is because the major characters are mostly ninja who prefer to operate discretely and conceal their powers as much as possible. But a lot of it's just lazy writing, like the way Naruto's power level varies wildly depending on who he's fighting. I swear that guy has to start every story arc as a genin and work his way back up all over again.
Now, there are good reasons why writers usually try to limit the power level of their characters, but in Shippuden the resulting story flow is pretty weird: fist fight, knife fight, trickery, fist fight, knife fight, explosions!, NUCLEAR DEVASTATION!, back to knife fights. Um, yeah, right. I think I'll stick with just having the characters actually use all their abilities in my stories.
But if I’m going to do that Naruto really has his work cut out for him. Consider a few of the things we’ve already seen in the Anime episodes:
- Deidera can apparently make an unlimited supply of animated explosives, and his biggest bombs seem to have a yield of several kilotons. At the same time, he’s sneaky enough to walk up to a pair of alert ANBU and pat them on the shoulder before they spot him. Clearly this guy can blow up Konoha any time he feels like it.
- In four-tail form Kyuubi!Naruto threw several attacks that, again, were obviously producing kiloton-range explosions. Orochimaru was more intrigued than concerned, despite the fact that he had to rez himself a few times. As near as I can tell the only reason he pulled out of that fight was that he doesn’t like fighting battles he isn’t guaranteed to win.
- Orochimaru can apparently resurrect himself, repeatedly, in the middle of a fight. Yeah, think about what that means if you actually take it seriously.
- Kakuzu and Hidan are the wimpy Akatsuki members. One of them can kill anyone if he tastes their blood, while the other is just an immortal super-ninja with all five elements, massive chakra and a huge repertoire of jutsu. What would they do if they weren’t being stupidly overconfident?
In the end, making Naruto a kage-level ninja at the start of the Shippuden timeline really just puts him on the same level as his opponents. His clone tricks make him nearly impossible to kill, but there are lots of ways he could lose a battle against opponents like these. Especially if they start taking him seriously.
Not that he isn’t going to kick ass and take names in the end, because that is kind of the point. But it isn’t going to be a cakewalk…
Friday, August 14, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
Technology in the Narutoverse
Power lines and trains, but no guns. Computers and fancy radio headsets but no heavy industry. Rubber, chocolate and coffee but no hint of long-distance trade. What the heck is going on here?
Well, the real reason the tech in Naruto makes no sense is that Kishimoto just throws in whatever looks cool or helps the plot along, without even pretending to try to make it consistent. But my stories focus too much on realism and internal consistency for that, so I'll just have to come up with some semi-plausible explanation.
Unfortuantely the standard post-apocalyptic scenario is totally unworkable. There are dozens of episodes where we see computers, headset radios and other devices that simply can't be manufactured without a full-blown 20th-century industrial civilization, and are too delicate to still be working more than a few decades after a general collapse. At the same time guns - one of the most rugged, useful and easily maintained examples of modern technology - are completely nonexistent.
Explanations that involve a limited development of technology fall prey to the same problem - strictly regulated cottage industries could provide small-scale electricity or a few steam-powered railroads, but not any kind of modern-looking electronics. You just can't build a fab without tens of billions of dollars worth of other industry.
So after much thought, I've decided to go with an idea Perfect Lionheart came up with a while back: they summon it. Specifically, the Elemental Countries have a little bit of small-scale industry, strictly regulated by their feudal lords, but the really advanced stuff is all summoned from other worlds. This makes summoned tech rare and expensive, since summoners aren't common and their control over what they summon isn't especially precise, but it also means you could run into a single example of just about anything.
This works pretty well both for explaining Kishimoto's crazy tech and for supporting interesting plot ideas. Guns are unheard of because the summoners are mostly ninja who aren't interested in undermining their own way of life, and the things are mostly only good for letting ordinary people kill genin (let's face it, anyone who can survive being blown through a concrete wall isn't going to be fazed by bullets either). Cars and planes are too big to easily summon, and aren't worth much without a lot of local industry that doesn't exist. But there's a lot of advanced engineering knowledge available studying from summoned books and machines, so anyone with money to burn can fund impressive one-off engineering projects
No, it isn't perfect. But it'll work well enough to hang a story on.
Well, the real reason the tech in Naruto makes no sense is that Kishimoto just throws in whatever looks cool or helps the plot along, without even pretending to try to make it consistent. But my stories focus too much on realism and internal consistency for that, so I'll just have to come up with some semi-plausible explanation.
Unfortuantely the standard post-apocalyptic scenario is totally unworkable. There are dozens of episodes where we see computers, headset radios and other devices that simply can't be manufactured without a full-blown 20th-century industrial civilization, and are too delicate to still be working more than a few decades after a general collapse. At the same time guns - one of the most rugged, useful and easily maintained examples of modern technology - are completely nonexistent.
Explanations that involve a limited development of technology fall prey to the same problem - strictly regulated cottage industries could provide small-scale electricity or a few steam-powered railroads, but not any kind of modern-looking electronics. You just can't build a fab without tens of billions of dollars worth of other industry.
So after much thought, I've decided to go with an idea Perfect Lionheart came up with a while back: they summon it. Specifically, the Elemental Countries have a little bit of small-scale industry, strictly regulated by their feudal lords, but the really advanced stuff is all summoned from other worlds. This makes summoned tech rare and expensive, since summoners aren't common and their control over what they summon isn't especially precise, but it also means you could run into a single example of just about anything.
This works pretty well both for explaining Kishimoto's crazy tech and for supporting interesting plot ideas. Guns are unheard of because the summoners are mostly ninja who aren't interested in undermining their own way of life, and the things are mostly only good for letting ordinary people kill genin (let's face it, anyone who can survive being blown through a concrete wall isn't going to be fazed by bullets either). Cars and planes are too big to easily summon, and aren't worth much without a lot of local industry that doesn't exist. But there's a lot of advanced engineering knowledge available studying from summoned books and machines, so anyone with money to burn can fund impressive one-off engineering projects
No, it isn't perfect. But it'll work well enough to hang a story on.
Time Braid Progress
Yay, the plot has finally been beaten into submission. Looks like chapter six will be ready for this weekend.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Elemental Affinities in Indomitable
Since I've gotten a few questions about it I thought it might be worthwhile to take a moment to explain the interpretation of chakra natures that I'm using in this story (and probably in FWoaJ as well, if it ever comes up there).
Unfortunately this is one of those areas where the source material isn't very clear, as Kishimoto apparently isn't the kind of author who writes up his world's background in any detail before starting the story. It's pretty clear that the whole concept was invented after the end of the first series, and in the canon storyline it serves mostly as an excuse for training scenes and a reason for everyone to be impressed when someone like Kakusu throws around jutsu from several different elements. But anyone who wants to really explore potential power-ups in the Narutoverse is going to end up needed a more detailed concept of how elemental manipulation works than the vague explanation Kakashi gave Naruto.
The interpretation I'm using is that anyone can gain the ability to use any element by going through the appropriate training, but most people can only reach a useful level of ability with the element(s) they have an affinity for. With any other element your conversion of normal chakra to elemental chakra is such a slow, inefficient process that it's useless in a fight. Some ninja will train multiple elements anyway, which lets them use piddling little utility techniques for elements they don't have an affinity with. Every now and then one of these people finds a loophole that lets them gain additional affinities, or switch affinities, or one of the other related tricks we've seen people like Fuka and Kakuzu use.
In Indomitable one of the ploys Naruto tried during the time skip was having clones do the basic training on all five elements, in hopes that his massive chakra level would make the normal limitations on using foreign elements moot. After all, he can afford to burn ten times more chakra than normal on a Grand Fireball if it's going to get the job done better than a Wind Bullet. Unfortunately he discovered that he still can't convert normal chakra to elemental chakra very quickly if its a foreign element. Combined that with the increased chakra cost, and he'd end up taking half an hour to gather enough elemental chakra to throw something like a Water Dragon. So he hasn't bothered to learn any of those high-level techniques, and he tells Anko that he can't do them (meaning, 'can't use that kind of thing effectively', not 'couldn't possibly pull one off under any circumstances').
Unfortunately this is one of those areas where the source material isn't very clear, as Kishimoto apparently isn't the kind of author who writes up his world's background in any detail before starting the story. It's pretty clear that the whole concept was invented after the end of the first series, and in the canon storyline it serves mostly as an excuse for training scenes and a reason for everyone to be impressed when someone like Kakusu throws around jutsu from several different elements. But anyone who wants to really explore potential power-ups in the Narutoverse is going to end up needed a more detailed concept of how elemental manipulation works than the vague explanation Kakashi gave Naruto.
The interpretation I'm using is that anyone can gain the ability to use any element by going through the appropriate training, but most people can only reach a useful level of ability with the element(s) they have an affinity for. With any other element your conversion of normal chakra to elemental chakra is such a slow, inefficient process that it's useless in a fight. Some ninja will train multiple elements anyway, which lets them use piddling little utility techniques for elements they don't have an affinity with. Every now and then one of these people finds a loophole that lets them gain additional affinities, or switch affinities, or one of the other related tricks we've seen people like Fuka and Kakuzu use.
In Indomitable one of the ploys Naruto tried during the time skip was having clones do the basic training on all five elements, in hopes that his massive chakra level would make the normal limitations on using foreign elements moot. After all, he can afford to burn ten times more chakra than normal on a Grand Fireball if it's going to get the job done better than a Wind Bullet. Unfortunately he discovered that he still can't convert normal chakra to elemental chakra very quickly if its a foreign element. Combined that with the increased chakra cost, and he'd end up taking half an hour to gather enough elemental chakra to throw something like a Water Dragon. So he hasn't bothered to learn any of those high-level techniques, and he tells Anko that he can't do them (meaning, 'can't use that kind of thing effectively', not 'couldn't possibly pull one off under any circumstances').
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Shipuuden Movie (Dis)Continuity
Anyone else ever notice that, at least according to the anime continuity, the first Shipuuden movie can't have happened? Here's the problem:
- The first few episodes of Naruto: Shipuuden have a bunch of scenes where Naruto sees various people from Konoha for the first time since he left on his training trip with Jiraiya. Since some of the same people show up in the movie, this clearly places the movie after the beginning of the second series.
- Naruto obviously doesn't have Resenshuriken or elemental combination techniques yet, so the movie would have to be set before the Elemental Trianing arc.
- Time passage in the movie is pretty vague, but it definitely seems to cover two or three days between Naruto's rescue of Shion and the final confrontation with the big bad. Add in a couple of days travel time in each direction and that means we need at least a week for the whole thing to play out.
- However, if you watch closely you discover that the anime meticulously accounds for every single day of Naruto's time from the moment he returns to Konoha until around the time he finishes the elemental training. The way the story arcs overlap the just isn't anywhere you could stick in a week-long excursion to demon country.
Since Indomitable takes place in the Shipuuden timeline, and Shion is going to play a significant part in the story, I guess I'll just have to cram it in somewhere and modify the surrounding details to make it fit. This isn't hard to do since the overall plot isn't tied to any particular calendar dates, but I don't want to hear any complaints from continuity sticklers who think the movie fits better in a different spot.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Indomitable Progress
Cranked out around 1,500 words on chapter 2 of Indomitable today, and the plot for the rest of the chapter is laid out. It looks like we're going to see lots of the irrepressible Anko in this chapter, which is always fun to write. At this rate the new chapter will probably be ready to post this weekend.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Can you add <insert name here> to the Harem?
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Time Braid Progress
Added about a thousand words to chapter six today, but the plot doesn't want to cooperate. I'll probably have to spend more time tinkering with this beast before the next few chapters flow properly.
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