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Well that was a long break…

So after many months this strange little man has returned to his blog.
What do I have to say for myself? Not much really, just been really busy, then the laptop broke, then I moved house, then well… I never quite got back into the whole blogging thing until now.

So Christmas was cool, got a new laptop, and New Year was cool too. Just chilled out back in Suffolk with my parents and siblings. And now I have the wonderful joy of going back to normal life and trying to find a job.


In other news though I’ve had loads of time to write and edit things and writing is coming along brilliantly. So here is a short extract from the very beginning of a larger piece that I’m currently working on:


The scientific investigation of the hundred years before the first case of the Degradation were dominated by one man and one idea. Our race had conquered disease, infection, viruses and were well on the way to cheating death entirely; but the Degradation was a new kind of problem, one deeply placed within our own genetic material. The Degradation was such a challenge to our scientists that new institutes dedicated solely to the problem sprang up all over the planet. The idea was such a simple one that many within the scientific community were amazed that we had not found realised the dangers sooner. We had known for millennia that as each generation bred their genetic code became at great risk of shortening or becoming defective in some way; but it was a man named Belial who had taken the final step. He had reasoned out that there would come a time when the genetic code of our species’ would degrade to the point where we might lose something of ourselves.

Belial was a career biologist, a man who hoped to push the science along and do his part in making his people great. He had had no aspirations towards greatness himself and was content to let others take credit when it was due to himself. Every account of his life and works say the same thing about him; that he was a tortured man. On the one hand he had the intellect of ten of the world’s best scientist put together, yet on the other he had the humility of an understudy. The history books often dedicate pages and pages to his family and the love which he bore them and the conflicts which raged inside him because of them. When he first voiced his concerns quietly to his colleagues he had been with his wife Geneviève for over a century and had a child. Quotes from his colleagues of the time speak of his desk at work being half littered with photos and drawing from his children and the other half being filled with obscure studies and experiments in genetics.

Eventually though, after years of experimentation and cross checking to try and disprove his thesis he and his colleagues became convinced that they were correct and they took their findings to the scientific community. It was a huge conference where the greatest minds on all the planet had come together to discuss cutting edge science at the multi-disciplinary event. Thresco was there, the man who had spent three hundred years away from Earth traveling the galaxy to find planets that held new frontiers for my people. Drahmen, the woman who had broken final boundary in physics and finally put to paper a grand unification theory which tied together all the forces in the universe, was there too. And the great explorer Grenian was there as well, the man who had carried a mobile laboratory on his back and travelled to hundreds of worlds to conduct scientific experiment testing the laws or nature and physics on every planet he could find.

When Belial read his paper to the conference the whole theatre had erupted into applause and shouting. Everyone had wanted to ask a question, so much so that the living walls had to change their composition to take much of the sound from the room, else the scientists would have had ringing in their ears for days afterwards. The paper had been the last in the conference and no-one remembered much of any of the others papers as they finally left the conference theatre for their apartments and homes.

The brilliant scientist’s journey across the planet to his home was plagued by calls and emails until he had gotten home and shut down the communication grid to his house just to spend some time with his family. But no sooner had some of the more unscrupulous of the scientific or the journalistic community found this out than they surrounded his house just to get a glimpse of the man. Things reputedly got so bad that he had had to file for a court order to stop people from coming near his house or sending any form of correspondence to him outside of office hours. In the time it had taken him to deliver his speech he had transcended his normal life as a career scientist and become the most famous scientist of that century; yet eventually he became the most hated.

After he had given his paper at the conference he was given a promotion, a pay rise and had everything that he could have wanted lavished upon himself and his family. Much of the wealth he accumulated went into savings or were given away to charities and other research funds that were not so lucky, but even then he lived like few others. He had two simple directive, to find out what the likely genetic changes would be and if they could be stopped. The man worked tirelessly at his work and his wife and child grew older and eventually his child moved out of home and got married, and shortly afterwards his wife told him that it was time for them to part ways. As a couple they had shared five-hundred years of their lives together and she had left that it was time for her to experience someone new.

Geneviève leaving was the beginning of the end for the man. Slowly the scientific community settled down to the long task of finding a solution to the problem. Belial was still the head of a huge research department but he slowly fell out of favour with other scientists as he began to find answers to the questions posed. All his research suggested that the genetic change would be random and irreversible; he found that in most cases if any single genetic marker or gene was lost from our genetic make-up the results would be fatal. Other scientists though came back with more positive results and so, in the way that things often happen, the funding and energy slowly got switched over to those who gave the most favourable results.

From the day that Geneviève had left him, Belial had watch his entire race turn their backs on what had made them great. We had become Masters of Science and created for ourselves the perfect society, with its under-classes and over-classes and its rich and poor. Yet in the face of potential extinction they had ignored the plain truth and run towards the result that they wanted, like the childish scientists of old who had made such slow scientific progress before the philosophical revolution changed the very way that we thought.

Then one day, while he was working within a far reduced staff and facility he found the answer; he made his final great discovery. He found categorical proof that he had been right all those years ago, he found the only gene that we could loose from our physiology and still survive. He had also, in his spare time at home, with no-one else to overhear or find out disproved every other experiment that said that his results were wrong. He proved that, unless we lost the gene that held together our ability to change shape and density, we would lose something so vital to our physiology that we could not survive many days outside of the birthing chambers.

Some say that Beial knew what would become of him and that he did not care; that all he cared about was advancing science and pushing the limits of his society to its full. Others say that although a brilliant mind, that he did not know enough about people to foresee what would become of him once his research was made public. Whatever the case, after writing up his research into presentable form he made his work public and three days later, when a hoard journalists jostled for position outside his house, he was found dead by his son come back to visit him.

The remains of a small machine that had been outlawed centuries earlier was all that was left of the man. The machine was a molecular-sieve; it held its victim in an atomically-porous stasis field that slowly contracted into its victim until every atom in the victim’s body had been stripped away and rendered inert. Belial had suffered a rare death, the most painful and drawn out death a Terran could suffer; Total Cellular Death. Of the few ways left for one of our kind to die it was by far the worst.


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An excerpt that I really enjoyed writing (unedited)

Another day’s walk up the river and I found a village or a reasonable size. It had its own church and looked to be bustling with activity. But most important of all it had a long jetty sticking out into the water with a number of boats moored to it. As I neared the settlement some of the smaller children spotted me and ran to meet me, they laughed and giggled as they came towards me. The sight of children free and not besieged made me smile and I laughed with them and gave them some of the bread that I had brought with me. By the time I reached the village it seemed like all the children had come out to greet me.

The language that these people spoke was different from any that I had heard before and communicating with them was impossible. So instead I merely pointed towards the boats at the jetty and said boat, slowly and loudly. Two of the children looked at each other and ran off, the rest drifted away slowly as I sat on a tree sump just outside the village and waited for something to happen. Shortly though the two children brought a woman from the village to see me. She was dressed in the fashion of Troy, with exotic colours and long flowing robes that clung to her figure in all the right places.

I stood to greet the woman. I bowed my head as was custom in Sparta and waited till she acknowledged me. “Iiwy neferankh” the woman said, “I am Aneksi.”

“I am Helen, thank you for meeting me.”

“It is no trouble lady; it is I who should be honoured to meet one such as yourself.”

I paused for a moment. This woman, this Aneksi, she thought she knew something about me which I had not told her. I wondered for a moment what it was that she had called me and what language it was.

“You ponder the words which I spoke to you, neferankh. It means perfect life in my land. It is the term we use for one such as yourself.”

Almost as a knee-jerk reaction and still confused I asked, “One such as myself. And what would that be?”

Aneksi stopped for a moment, “Oh what is the word” she muttered to herself, “the language of you Greeks is so clumsy I forget your…” She trailed off as she continued searching for the word. “Elf! That’s it; you are an elf if I am not mistaken.”

The shock on my face must have been all that was required for her to know that she was right. “Come Helen, do not worry about your secret. Few in my crew will recognise you for what you are save one, and he is an elf anyway.” We both chuckled and Aneksi led me to her ship and as she did so I examined her more closely. She was uncommonly short, even for a woman, but she was broad shouldered. Her steps were firm and lacked the usual grace of a woman, yet she still commandeered the attention of a woman. She had long red hair as well, which fell past her shoulders but not quite to her waist. There was something different about her which I could not quite put my finger on.

We walked through the village quickly as it looked like it might rain, and sure enough, just as we reached to boat a light drizzle began to fall. The boat was small, with only ten oars on each side though whether each oarsman pulled one or two oars I could not ascertain until I went below decks. That part of the design was strange, in those days to have your oarsmen covered on a single tier ship was considered decadence not required to protect mere slaves. There was no mast on the ship, signalling that it worked out of a local port. It was perhaps sixty feet long and twenty wide; a snug fit for all aboard, and even more so once I got bellow and saw the cargo it carried.

Aneksi led me along the deck of the ship past barrels and boxes which were all lashed to the boat with thick, strong-looking rope. Near the rear there was a hatch with a ladder down to the deck where the oarsmen were. As my guide opened the hatch a cacophony of sound erupted from below which I had not noticed before. I jumped a little and Aneksi placed a hand on my shoulder to reassure me, “The men are quite safe my dear. I have hand picked every one of them from the free peoples of this world. Most of them already have wives too.” Aneksi winked at me and somehow that made things ok.

Aneksi descended the ladder and I followed behind. There were twenty men seated haphazardly between twenty benches. There was a narrow isle through the middle of the ship which led toward another bench. The noise which I had heard from above was the sound of twenty men cheering and shouting as some played games of chance, others told jokes and talked and still a few others swung from the roof of the ship almost as if they were racing. The bench at the far end of the ship was occupied by a single man who was quietly sitting reading. What he read was not a book though; it was a scroll of thin paper with no language which I had ever seen before. Indeed what was on the page did not look like a language at all but instead an organised series of pictures.

Four or five paces back from the ladder was a doorway which Aneksi opened and ushered me through. As I passed Aneksi I entered a small but comfortable cabin with a large bed to the right and a desk with four chairs next to it to the left. Neither the desk nor the chairs were large but they and the bed still took up most of the room. In the small space between the bed and the chairs, backed against the wall was a bookcase with a large number of scrolls crammed into it. “This is my cabin which, if you care to join us, will be yours.”

Before I could protest the door to the cabin opened and the man who had been reading entered. “Kamose.” he said smiling and inclining his head toward Aneksi, “Senankh.” As he turn toward me and bowed.

Aneksi lent toward me, “Sentankh mean ‘sister in life’. It is how Egyptian elves greet each other.

I looked my brother in life in the eye and replied, “Sentankh” bowing as he had done.

Aneksi and the elf both broke into laughter. The elf leant back into the oar deck and shouted something in his native tongue and the deck erupted with laughter. Aneksi spoke to me, “You just called him your sister.” I erupted into laughter with the rest of those onboard the ship.


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I would be a wizard because…

Do you know why I know that I would be a wizard if life were a little more fantastical? Perhaps you do and perhaps you don’t but let me enlighten you as to why I think I would be a wizard.
Firstly because what else would life more fantastical then magic and special powers? Answer… nothing. 🙂
Secondly because I’m rubbish at sport, building things, computers and cars so what else is there for me to do other than be a wizard. I mean in a world where magic existed those that can’t do must surely be wizards. Take Gandalf for example, did he ever do anything other than wizardy stuff? No, he didn’t build, he didn’t drive, he didn’t do sport and he didn’t even own anything as mechanical as a crossbow.

Thirdly because I would make a great wizard.

And finally because if anyone has the brain to think of the fantastical I do. 🙂

Ah I hear you ask why do I think I have a brain suited to the fantastical. Well firstly because I spend a lot of time reading and thinking about philosophy and secondly because I’m trying to write a novel and base it in a world slightly more fantastical then ours.

So here are two fantastical thoughts for you to mull over.
If the world really was flat, what would be on the bottom?
It would be so much cooler if waterfalls could ‘fall’ up as well, but of course only in rivers.


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