An Apology and a Beginning without ending (yet.)

For those of you worrying, I’m sorry.  We had a family errand to run early morning, and I came home with a head-splitting headache.  Probably just tiredness, which means after this I’ll be taking a nap.

For those following my adventures at pjmedia, this week this was published:

And beneath is the prologue of a book that has been clammoring to be written for YEARS.  No, there isn’t any more, except a couple lines of the first chapter, in which Klim is a prisoner of his own people.

I have a backlog of about thirty books that must get written and soon.  The five years of illness, you know…  Anyway, I’ll do it as soon as I can, but of course, I have a certain amount to do on books under contract, first.

Anyway, those of you that DO read snippets are an excellent sounding board, so here goes:

Changeling

 

Prologue

 

The Accursed colony lay in ruins.  Commander Andryi Melor came in on a long landing path.

The air-to-space was neither military nor designed to take off and land without the proper platform.  But he had his duty, and he’d been called to look at the ruins for some hint of what the Accursed had been doing there, what part of their empire this represented.  There were strategies and planning hanging on that.

“I’m sorry, my dear, the landing will be rough” he told his wife.  She sat in the seat next to his, clutching their two year old child in her arms, beneath the safety harness.  More comfortable, and safer, too, for both of them if she let Havryi sit in his own chair, beside her own.  But Elna hadn’t been able to let go of him.  Not since she’d lost the other.  He’d thought their trip to the resort of Arafar would have cured her, the singing trees, the gentle waters.  But she remained as she’d been, gray and wan, even her once golden hair seeming lifeless, colorless.

She nodded at his words, and hugged Havryi tighter, as though this son too could be ripped from her arms by an enemy so stealthy and powerful no human could fight it.

They flew a protracted flat path over jagged edges of buildings, still smoking from heavy bombardment, which had been performed from the air, by stealth, before the colony knew of the presence of humans nearby.

The buildings looked too big, too… regimental for this to have been a residential colony, a sign of the Accursed simply looking for more space.

Not that it had ever been likely.  Their slow reproduction, the price of their abomination, made space an unlikely need.

He found what had likely been the terrace of a spacious building, the ruins near it jagged and blackened, and managed to bring it to a not too jarring stop.  He turned to his wife and smiled, “That was not too bad, was it my dear?”

But she looked attentive, like someone who is listening for something very far away.  “What is that?” she asked.  “Andryi, it’s a baby.”

He couldn’t hear anything, except from nearby the steps of a battalion, going door to door, likely making sure no enemy remained alive.

And the occasional call out when one was.

“I don’t hear anything.”  It would not be good if Elna joined hallucinations to the other effects of her grief.  But she seemed to be ignoring him, while she tensed, expectant, towards the sound only she heard.  Havryi was trying to open the seatbelt.  Andryi leaned over,” No, son.  You and momma stay here.  It will not be safe out.  I’ll be back soon, Elna.  Don’t let him out.”

She nodded slightly, almost imperceptibly without speaking.

He opened the door.  A detachment of men, six, in incongruous dress uniforms waited him.  The one in front saluted.  “Commander,  we think this was a scientific settlement, we don’t know for what purpose.  Planning asked we have you confirm.”

He confirmed.  Though the buildings, littered with human-looking, winged bodies, were ruins and rabble, there remained enough to recognize high power telescopes and various machines for measuring…  He wasn’t quite sure measuring what, but for measuring  something in such small quantities only scientists would be interested.

The place stank of smoke and death, and Andryi was relieved when he could say “yes, this was a scientific settlement, though why in a planet that seems wholly unremarkable and Earth-type I don’t know,” sign the necessary papers, and return to his air to space.

He came in briskly, shedding his military persona as he stepped in, and said, “I’m sorry my dear, I shouldn’t have had to do this.”

And then he stopped.  Havryi was in the chair next to his mother’s, properly strapped in with the modified child harness, but Elna sat in her seat clutching a baby; probably no more than six months old, with a round head, seraphic features and blond curls.

“Elna!” he said.  Before he exclaimed, he knew what the baby was.  There were lumps of wings beneath that blanket.  “Elna!”

“Shhh,” she said.  “You’ll wake Klim.”

The name of their dead son applied to this creature made the hair stand at the back of Commander Melor’s neck.  He thought the baby, its head lolling back, must be dead.  Had to be.  Where had Elna even found him?  Then she noticed the baby’s chest rising and falling, and looked up from the child to his wife’s face.  She was smiling.  She was smiling for the first time in three months.  “He was in the building,” she said.  “Everything was charred and burned, but he was beneath an overhang, and he was fine.  Dirty, and hungry, but fine.  There were diapers and bottles nearby.”

Very slowly, the commander went to his knees before his wife.  “Elna, this is not a human baby.  You have to give him to me.  We will… we will be humane.  But he is Accursed.  We can’t keep him.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” his wife said.  “What harm can he do us?  He’s a child. “  Her hand caressed the blond curls.  “And we’ll raise him right.  As for not human, Andryi, that’s stupid.  They’re just humans with wings.”

He made a face.  “No, my dear.  When their ancestors were abandoned in a prison planet, they made use of abandoned alien technology and DNA to modify themselves.  They tainted themselves with alien DNA. They don’t know – we don’t know – what it did to them.  Nor what it might do.  That act made them accursed to all of humanity.  Their risk could kill our own race.  They gave themselves wings, which allow them to fly despite weighing as much as normal men.  Not all their power is rational or explainable.  We cannot allow them to reproduce with our kind; to take over our DNA.  It would be the end of humanity.”

Elna was firm.  There was something of the impetuous young woman he’d once known in her face.  “No. He’s a baby, not a menace.”

Andryi knew his duty.  He knew all the reasons the accursed were considered so.  He knew the risks they were taking.

But it is the infamy and glory of mankind that under certain circumstances men and particularly women are incapable of killing the young and helpless.  It might happen in the heat of battle, in the excitement of a hunt, but in cold blood, it becomes difficult, if not impossible.

The baby was just a baby.  They could conscribe him to some unimportant role.  Perhaps the wings could be removed?  Or maybe not.  Then there would be no danger some young woman would want to reproduce with him in the fullness of time.  And that was the only danger of the accursed, individually.  Andryi would make sure Klim was raised in honor and duty.  And would be no danger to them.

This trait of mankind had, in old planet Earth, well before machines or civilization, allowed the domestication of fowl and beast.  Animals raised with humans, obedient to humans.

It gave Commander Andryi Melor a younger son.  And foretold the collapse of human civilization.

103 responses to “An Apology and a Beginning without ending (yet.)

  1. paladin3001

    That ending of the beginning sounds rather ominous.

  2. Family errands take precedent. Our morning featured dishwasher repairman — new gasket and leveling of twenty years vibration effect, oven repair — unsuccessful; apparently replacing the broiler element isn’t what is needed, so shopping begins for uselessly small electric oven to fill hole in wall (or simply give up ever broiling in it). and trip to Home Depot to buy replacement part for downstairs toilet which decided to malfunction last night.

    All likely less important than how your morning got spent, and more important than posting bloggeral.

    • It’s been like that ALL week, RES

    • I assume you don’t want to order some nichrome wire and make your own broiling element? 🙂

      • The problem seems to lie in the circuitry transmitting juice to the element, therefore a replacement heating element would not heat.

        I’m thinking in terms of a small flame thrower for broiling, but I suspect Beloved Spouse will veto that.

        • Sorry, I should have said merely, “broiler”, since I was thinking of just hooking up a power cord to the wire and adding a switch.

          Yes, sometimes I think of things that are high on the jerry-rigging scale.

        • Cough!

          😉

        • richardmcenroe

          Napalm flavors the meat.

        • That’s troubling, because it might indicate a breakdown in wiring. OTOH, once had an oven element go out courtesy of a bad connector to the element. Replaced the connector, and it’s been good so far.

          Yesterday was puzzled that I had to defrost the frost-free refrigerator again, despite replacing timer, thermostat, and confirming the fan worked. Asking around, found the frost matched the pattern of low freon, and a couple of thermometers confirms that it’s not cooling as it should. It’s about thirty years old and some parts are hard to come by, so it looks like it’s replacement time. Not a happy camper here.

    • Do you need the oven? Just the broiler? Look into combo microwave/broilers that will fit.

  3. Prologue? Whatever happened to amateur logging?

    More is wanted.

  4. dun Dun DUNNNNNN

  5. kenashimame

    Humanity doesn’t seem very pleasant so far, being all genocide-y and pure-ish.

    • They have some reasons, but yeah.

      • People who make a big deal out of ‘purity’, any kind of purity, freak me the hell out. And have a VERY bad historical track record, usually ending in genocides and or untouchable castes.

        So my guess is, that civilization that fell was a giant pile of crap that needed it.

        But that’s just me.

    • BobtheRegisterredFool

      Human CNS and society are complicated, and we don’t understand the moving parts. There’s all sorts of scary potential for subtle failure modes even before you are able to add bits that you have not vetted and can not vet.

      There’s an implication that this society has had access to and hence the ability to use alien biotech where it was paying attention to what happened. Some very bad experiences with that would explain the society we’ve seen.

      • They also have been known to abandon entire populations on ‘prison’ planets, presumably to die. (Nod to Tom Godwin’s ‘Too Soon to Die’ here.)

  6. Read the PJM. I’ve long had a fantasy, Heinlein, Asimov, Clarke and other SF writers have time traveled from 1955. Asimov asks how bad the population problem is, here in 2017. I say, ” Did you notice the “for sale” signs on the houses, the streets of Colorado Springs not crowded? Do you want to guess which of your overpopulation stories is most accurate?” I’m grinning at poor C. M. Kornbluth. “Just guess.”

  7. ‘S OK. I spent 90 minutes on a graphics thing, clicked the wrong button, and lost it all. Only took 35 min to re-do. This is why you do not make Alma learn new software, ESPECIALLY “easy to learn, the same as Ph-t-sh-p really!” software.

  8. Hmm… Which is more frustrating, a beginning without an ending, or an ending without a beginning?

    Really, what’s here would do as a short story on its own, but more would be nice.

  9. Be careful with new-fangled ovens. Friend bought one only to learn you can’t broil in it. WTF?

    • Probably some kind of “safety” feature, like water heaters that can’t be adjusted past “lukewarm” or dull scissors with a plastic button hinge, that just pop apart if you try to cut heavy paper or cardboard.

      • Which means that people go looking for or preserve the properly functional version – or rig up something possibly actually dangerous compared to the original.

  10. Birthday Girl

    Reminds me of “tenderness leads to the gas chamber” … looking forward to seeing where this tale leads

  11. It is beautiful and awful in the terror and the pain it evokes. And the horror I choose not to examine. And the ceasing of such pain that I will not dwell on it.

  12. Sounds like a story that would give me nightmares.

  13. Christopher M. Chupik

    Want more.

  14. Oh, and the only way this setting, this scene, what the characters are doing, how they react to one another, makes any sense at all is if Melor is an aristocrat. Presumably hereditary.

  15. Stop Having Threesomes With the Government

    Remember, when you have a threesome with the government you’re basically having sex with everyone the government has screwed in the past.

  16. Surely it would be in the MSM? “Breaking News About Trump Collusion!”

    What if We Have Been Invaded by Aliens?
    By Sarah Hoyt
    There is a joke about world-building in science fiction. Many writers simply don’t know how to introduce their past history, and therefore have ridiculous lines of dialogue like “As you know, Bob, we were invaded by aliens in 1945.”

    My question is – how do we know we haven’t been?

    No, I’m serious, look around you.

    Those of us who read history can see this perhaps more clearly than others. When a culture is invaded and occupied, the first thing the occupiers do is take over the education of children (sometimes by force), the means of disseminating news (there is a reason we joke about invaders taking radio and TV stations first), the cultural life of the country including entertainment.

    All of these mechanisms are turned to giving the children of the occupied land the idea that their occupiers are in fact redeemers, and that the old culture was not only weaker but objectively worse than that of the occupiers.

    [END EXCERPT]

    Of course, we might see stories about how aliena are enriching our culture, doing jobs Humans aren’t willing to do and explaining why Trump and his supporters shouldn’t be Alienphobic.

  17. BobtheRegisterredFool

    I saw something on redstate saying there’s apparently a leak or something claiming US intercepts say that Russian diplomatic traffic included the Russian ambassador telling the Russian government that Sessions had talked about the campaign with him.

    I can suspect that Redstate isn’t lying to me about this without having that confidence in the rest of the chain.

    1. Our counterintelligence seems to suck rather badly right now. I think the Russians might anticipate that we can read their diplomatic communications at least sometimes. They may in fact outright know. They are certainly twisty enough to put disinformation into their communications that they would know to ignore.
    2. If we are reading specific Russian diplomatic communications, that might be information that we don’t want to confirm to the Russians. Which means that patriotic leakers, as opposed to partisan ones, might want to make sure that any such confirmation only happens for a really pressing reason. If we didn’t see such leaks for similar levels of misconduct or alleged misconduct in the previous administration, that argues that either the leaks are partisan, or that the previous administration had more thoroughly intimidated the bureaucracy into silence.

    IOW, I totally have a source that has deciphered number stations, and the intercepts totally prove that all Democrats over the age of forty are knowing traitors on behalf of the Soviet Union. Totally totes for sure.

    • Or, perhaps, the MSM is adding 2 + 7 to get 4!

      THE WASHINGTON POST SWINGS AND MISSES AT JEFF SESSIONS
      The Washington Post claims that Attorney General Sessions’ statements about what he discussed with the Russian ambassador are at odds with reports by the ambassador to his government about what he and Sessions discussed. The Post relies on, you guessed it, “current and former U.S. officials.”

      But the Post fails to describe a contradiction between what Sessions has said and what the Russian ambassador supposedly reported. Here are the only statements by Sessions cited by the Post and its sources as problematic:

      RTWT

      • In other words, it’s Scooter Libby 2.0. Remember, Libby’s “perjury” consisted of the investigator believing a reporter’s recollection of Libby’s conversation rather than Libby’s and claiming that meant Scooter was lying to the investigator.

        After the trial, it came out in an interview that several jurors, including the foreman, didn’t actually believe that Libby had lied, but since they didn’t have Cheney on trial they’d convict who they could get.

  18. Read the PJM; and I think you’re spot on. It comes on the heels of my having read this article:

    Sex robots are coming … but they’re bring a lot of moral issues with them.

    The whole thing ends with

    But as Laura Bates points out in her opinion piece for the New York Times, “their creators are selling far more than an inanimate sex aid. They are effectively reproducing real women, complete with everything … except autonomy.”

    Pretty much, it’s whining about how men …can do ‘rape’ on… not real women. ‘Complete with everything’ – except the threat of being falsely accused of rape after a consensual sex act, or getting hit with child support later, or a loooong list of things that make men take the MGTOW route.

    I’m like, “Hypocrisy much? Ravishment fantasies are TOTES OKAY for the women despite the giant risk for men involved, and all I can hear is whining now that the men who WOULD be okay carrying out the fantasy aren’t going to because they’re doing it to robot women.”

    And maybe I’m off on this, but this suddenly becomes a huge concern so they bring OMG ETHICS into it – as if anyone complains about mastubatory toys’ usage.

    I see it as their complaining about what they see as a threat, unfair competition, for sex. (I note that they’re not complaining about the male version of the ROXXXY doll, which is meant to be marketed to women, and male gays, because to these crazy ‘ethicists’ anything that helps women and gay sexuality is tops, when technically you could similarly install the ‘frigid’ personality on them. Comes part of being a programmable robot.

    It still all strikes me as a variation on ‘Anything a woman wants is okay, but anything a man wants is WRONG EVIL MISOGYNIST BAD submit ONLY to the woman I WILL MAKE YOU VIA GOVERNMENT’ – to which I say, “well, that’s why you’re not getting laid!”

    • Quoted from an article in the NYT: They are effectively reproducing real women, complete with everything … except autonomy.

      Question: What in the world goes on in the minds of people who think that what is being produced is equivalent to ‘real women’?

      • My first guess would be “Anatomy makes the Woman” in which case gender theory and arguments about social roles being the be-all-end-all go out the window. (Which would not be a bad thing, IMHO.)

        • On the present gender theory arguments going out the window, agreement that such an interpretation would place it on shaky ground. If the nonsense were discarded it would be nice. But I have noticed that the practice and application of logical consistency is not the forte of such movements.

          I have a problems with people who think of a sex bot machine as equivalent to a real person, but only lacking autonomy. What does this infer about how they actually think about real flesh and blood individuals?

          • Short answer: nothing good.

            Longer answer: they have a very blighted and/or limited view of what makes people people as compared to machines.

      • Maybe they know how useless many modern women are for anything but ‘that thing’.

      • Fembots don’t do cooking. I suspect they can do the silent treatment. They don’t spend hard-earned money. Soooo, not equivalent to real women. Certainly not to the real women commenting here.

        • I’m sure they also don’t MAKE money.

          • I’m not entirely sure of that. What if fembot owners decide to go the Uber route and rent them out? Wouldn’t such Uber-Mädchen then be making money?

        • Fembots don’t do cooking.

          That can probably be programmed in. How complex a program is required to microwave a frozen meal? The “Big Momma” fembot can probably be designed with a small microwave in her torso.

          I suspect they can do the silent treatment.

          Only when ordered to, just like any other appliance. There would be no smoldering anger or hurt glances.

          They don’t spend hard-earned money.

          Hah! Imagine a combination fembot & Alexa, programmed to order new shipments of lubricants whenever the reservoir runs low. Heck, my printer already offers to do that for me.

      • Turbo Beholder (@TBeholder)

        This finally allows to find out something on this issue!
        Now that we know that everything important for Laura Bates (except autonomy) is included… What features are advertised, again?

      • Aren’t we talking about people who already consider humans little more than meat robots anyway?

      • Aaaaaaand the streams cross:

        Why Can’t the Doctor Be More Like a Woman?
        [SNIP]
        I don’t care about reactions to the announcement, positive or negative. My concern is the impact such a radical change will have on the fabric of a series whose first episode aired the day after the JFK assassination, and fans’ relationship to it, a relationship that has experienced more than its share of trials and tribulations. Put simply, Jodie Whittaker’s success in the role will depend on whether she’s the Doctor or a woman first. Yet because of the circumstances in which she was chosen, she may not be able to be either.
        [SNIP]
        The Doctor can be a woman because there’s nothing special about being one. There’s nothing unique or significant about womanhood. It’s not an essential trait or characteristic — and that is the only way the Doctor can still be the Doctor while being a woman, that it is something indifferent. For if the Doctor changes in some fundamental way because he is now a woman, then he won’t be the Doctor any more. Which would mean, therefore, that in fact the Doctor can’t be a woman. Hence the dilemma.

        The most beloved of all the Doctor’s companions, Sarah Jane Smith, once asserted that “there’s nothing only about being a girl.” The BBC no longer agrees. Actions speak louder than words, and the BBC’s says that men and women are interchangeable.

        What purpose, then, does making the Doctor a woman serve? If the answer is that “it proves that a woman can be the Doctor,” that is an answer in terms of the real world. What is the answer to that question in terms of Doctor Who? That’s the question to ask. What will change with a female Doctor?
        [SNIP]
        The problems besetting Doctor Who are of a nature that cannot be resolved by giving the Doctor a sex change. Repetitive plots, convoluted story arcs, uninteresting villains — what ails the show isn’t who plays the Doctor but unimaginative writing that more and more each week rehashes and repackages earlier storylines. Doctor Who has become one big metacommentary on itself. No wonder fans have gotten bored and casual viewers have drifted away.

        How does Jodie Whittaker solve that? If you’re just going to do the standard base-under-siege or monster-of-the-week scenario, but now with double the X chromosomes, the metamorphosis is literally going to be a cosmetic one. This would make casting a woman seem even more like a gimmick born of desperation to boost ratings.

        The pressure on Whittaker to deliver will be immense. The pressure on fans will be even greater. Which is why the most unforgivable consequence of the BBC’s decision is the way it forever alters fans’ relationship to Doctor Who.

        Every fan likes some Doctors (my favorite is the Fifth, played by Peter Davison) more than others. Hitherto this has been a matter of personal taste and aesthetics. No one suspects ulterior motives if a fan doesn’t take a shine to William Hartnell’s First Doctor, an obstreperous codger whose serials unfold at a leisurely, even turgid pace in black-and-white without modern flourishes; or dislikes Jon Pertwee’s Third Doctor, whose adventures often descend into interminable environmental sermonizing.

        Will anyone be allowed to dislike the 13th Doctor for normal reasons? … As Hannah Long writes, “the casting insulate[s] the show from any artistic criticism, because it elevates the enterprise from entertainment to cause.”
        [SNIP]
        If the Doctor can’t be a woman, then Doctor Who with a woman in the title role is no longer Doctor Who. With this change, something essential, something ineffable, is being lost which, once gone, will never be regained. The Cloister Bell is tolling. I fear it won’t stop as long as the 13th Doctor is piloting the TARDIS.

        [END EXCERPT]

        So, it would appear the 13th Doctor will be like the 7th — destined to preside over the demise of a series whose creative energy has drained away.

      • BobtheRegisterredFool

        Maybe they aren’t clear on the difficulties of AI and machinery, are too unperceptive to actually know what the specs are, and have watched too much anime with high functioning robot girls?

        Or like the series of comments a ways back suggested, they are essentially clueless about the actual distribution of male tastes and interests.

        • All those young ladies cos-playing Chi from Chobits… no not exactly grounded in reality.

          • And Chi from Chobits is a BAD example to hold up as a high functioning persocom; the one Minoru designed to look like his sister is a better example; she’s so high functioning she’s easy to mistake for human, compared to the average run of the mill Persocom.

            It’s implied that both male and female Persocoms are also anatomically correct. Notable to me though were the child shape Persocoms who accompanied older people. (It’s also implied that persocoms were not limited to just human shapes; but custom case ones could be animals – perhaps laptop versions were more flexible in casing variety.)

            Personally, I’d like a Persocom or two. Kind of like a walking talking ambulatory smartphone/computer thing that can reach the top shelf for me and help me with cooking prepwork. And cleaning. And I’d have fun dressing her up. Okay, maybe I’d want a male butler, based off of Sebastian Michaelis. And a shoulder dragon laptop persocom.

      • No idea – I have demonstrably a functional brain. I ‘like’ their implication though that in their world women are essentially nothing but programmable sex dolls. /dry

        I think that says a LOT about these sorts, quite honestly.

    • Is that the only thing they imagine a woman contributes to a man, or a man to a woman? What sad relationships such people must have.

      • Apparently. I mean, c’mon, my dear wallaby; the people complaining seem to go with the ‘rationale’ that ‘only women have rights and can decide anything’ but ‘men doing their own thing that involves no women deprives women of sexual choice (insert screech of ‘BUT THAT’S RAPE, BIGOTS DON’T U GET IT!!!!’) That, and the fact that they worry about what other people do with their sex toys.

        We are supposed to accept that women are allowed to ‘love buildings’ or marry the Eiffel Tower; or that it’s juuuust a ravishment fantasy it’s totally consented upon in advance (but if the guy fails to do everything perfectly the woman can still totally sue him for rape); but a MAN has a sex robot with a completely optional ‘frigid’ setting? It’s EHRMERGERD what about consent and it’s rape rape where are TEH ETHICS?@?!? There ought to be a law!!! Oh the male version of that sex robot? Well finally something that moves that can keep up with a woman’s sex drive!!!

        Ugh. Sexbots or dolls don’t bother me; neither does drawn hentai, or animated porn, nor eroge; because they are all things where the only real people involved are the artists, audience, or the person – guy or gal- who is using a mastubatory aid. No real people were harmed! IDGAF.

        As for ravishment fantasies, yes they are worked out and consented to in advance; no you are a shitty and frankly dangerous human being if you claim rape later or bring in something that wasn’t agreed to later. And the idea that ravishment fantasies are only a girl fantasy is kind of stupid. Might be more common on the girl side but it’s not exclusive to women. (Though some might argue that the ‘guy’ version of this is cuckolding or netorare., but I disagree because they are different things conceptually.)

        Apparently, it’s racist/misogynist
        / bigothater now to be consistent. Oh and to insist that there are two sexes. Because reality is cishet or something.

        On a related note: apparently it is a thing to have this capsule of… edible glittery stuff… inserted into the woman’s vagina, so when they get aroused, or orgasm, the secretions are glittery and sparkly. I am rather weirded out by this concept and wonder at the female mind that came up with this.

        • paladin3001

          Apparently. I mean, c’mon, my dear wallaby; the people complaining seem to go with the ‘rationale’ that ‘only women have rights and can decide anything’ but ‘men doing their own thing that involves no women deprives women of sexual choice (insert screech of ‘BUT THAT’S RAPE, BIGOTS DON’T U GET IT!!!!’) That, and the fact that they worry about what other people do with their sex toys.

          Not going to link it here, but there was a “comic” where a feminist is ranting while a man is making a sexbot. Last line from her is “Neglect Rape!”
          That’s what I was thinking of when the article was first posted.

          • I am waiting for the day some bint tries to file a rape case against a man for refusing to go out with her in the US, because ‘that denies the sexual choice she made, which was she wanted him for a sex partner.’ And yes, I fully expect us to get there.

        • It seems clear that (some) women are intent upon inverting roles rather than achieving equality, putting men in the position that they imagine women had been in until “Feminism™ freed us!”

          The idea that roles ought be negotiated rather than imposed is clearly anathema to their dictatorial little hearts.

          • They have hearts? I rather thought that given their constant need to vent their bile they stored emotions in their livers.

            I’m also fairly sure a complete removal of the cerebrum was required to become a feminist because logic and reasoning is misogyny after all.

      • Oh and… ‘they have relationships? This implies they give something back.’

    • Turbo Beholder (@TBeholder)

      But, but, if someone somewhere is doing THOUGHTCRIME and they won’t know about it.

  19. Turbo Beholder (@TBeholder)

    How do you even come up with names like “Havryi”? :]

  20. AND, of course, The REAL woman (who is not a white Mormon male) who writes this blog, the Beautiful and Evil Space Princess SARAH.

  21. Changeling: I already hate it. Elna is a self-absorbed pill who thinks she’s capable of safely restraining a child subjected to high-G deceleration in a landing craft, one she probably has no business being on. Darce Dare she ain’t. I think this story is like the morning’s first pancake, either burnt or underdone, ready to be tossed for a perfectly toasted successor.

    • artificial gravity. No High G and Elna doesn’t appear again.

      • She reminded me a LOT of me, actually; immediately after losing each baby; and there was a bit of me that would have liked to keep the surviving children close, keep them from harm. Aff later admitted that he had a similar urge, keep them locked up and safe at home because the protective drive just started ratcheting up like stupid; he walked the eldest boy to school again for a while, haunted by nightmares of him getting hit by cars. I’d have done the exact same thing too, with the winged child – taken him in as mine, I mean. I wouldn’t have given him one of the boys’ names; but his own.

        Good portrayal.

    • Also, it’s her landing craft. She (or her family, or her husband, or his family, in some combination) almost certainly *owns* it, so it would be rude to tell her she can’t be there.