Showing posts with label circles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label circles. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 8, 2025

Microstory 2447: Terminator Track

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This isn’t a dome. It might be, in fact, the only thing that you can do on this rock that isn’t. It’s basically this big wide train that goes around and around the circumference at a certain latitude. They told me exactly how far from the North Pole and equator we were, but I can’t remember. The point is that the time never changes when you’re on the terminator track. It might be sunrise, sunset, magic hour, or twilight, and as long as you stay put, it will remain as such until the solar system collapses, or the track goes out of commission....whichever comes first. I’ve only seen sunrise and sunset, but I heard that magic hour isn’t that great since the atmosphere is so thin. I think they’re planning on adding more trains in between these, so it can always be night, or always be day. I’m not sure why you would want that exactly, but to each their own, right? This is a cool concept that they’ve tried on a few other planets. Varkas Reflex has something very similar, but the train is of a very different layout, and I think the capacity is a lot smaller, because it’s an older design, and the megastructural engineering capabilities weren’t quite there yet. Or the size of the one here on Castlebourne is the result of natural advancement. They made it bigger very deliberately because they wanted it to be bigger. If the Varkas one had been built to this scale, this one would be even bigger. Anyway, you get the gist. You sit on the train, and watch the sunrise. And watch it. And watch it. The show never ends. Again, it’s a cool concept, but if you stare at it long enough—even though you’re going, like, a thousand kilometers per hour—it starts to look like a painting. Well, I can go look at a painting of a sunset whenever I want. Do you have any idea how many paintings there are of sunsets? I couldn’t tell you, but look it up, and then multiply it by several times, because some people will paint a sunset, and then not show it to anyone else, so whatever’s in the records is probably an underestimation. As you can see, I’m a bit of a tangentist. There’s just not much I can say about Terminator Track. I don’t think it’s any better than just setting your smartwindow to show a hologram of a sunset at will. Actually, it’s worse, because again, Castlebourne has such a thin, dusty atmosphere, so just remember that before you board. When you think about it, it doesn’t make much sense, even if they thickened the atmosphere, and created some of that Rayleigh scattering. Part of the beauty of a sunrise or sunset is watching it change from one state to the other. Yeah, they’re pretty colors, but seeing them appear and disappear is part of what made humans like them in the first place. This is just static...like a painting. That’s the way I see it anyway. I’m not gonna tell you not to come here. I’ve not gotten into any specifics, but they have a restaurant, and several lounges. You can watch the domes fly by too if you go to the side viewports, so that’s another thing. I see this spot as a one-time destination, not something you frequent, except maybe if you’re on a romantic date, or something. Or, like I said, you could just tell your nearest smartwindow to show whatever you want. In fact, I bet the trains have cameras, which you can tap into, allowing you to watch it remotely anyway.

Monday, August 21, 2023

Microstory 1956: Introduction Circle

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Reese: Thank you all for being here on time. We’re wading through uncharted territory here, and I don’t want to speak for anyone else, but I’ll admit to being rather nervous. I’ve never started a new department in the government before, and most people here have never worked for the government at all. The first thing I want to do is go around the room for introductions. Behind me are the other leaders, Leonard and Myka.
Leonard: Hey, I’m Leonard Miazga. I used to be a parole officer, but now I’m an alien.
Myka: Myka Tennison, we’re just creating welcome baskets for all of you right now, which we should have thought to do before. Don’t mind us.
Reese: Perfect. Now we’ll just go around the circle. Let’s all be honest; you don’t have to be embarrassed. I don’t care who starts first; either the person to my right, or my left.
Freewoman 4: I guess I’ll go first. My name is Henley Grahame. I’m an ex-con, and I’m not embarrassed about it. They call us freewomen, but I’ve never cared about that term. I am not easily offended. And just call me Hen.
Shadow Team Leader: Hello, Hen. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Celandine Robles. I was an agent with the Office of Special Investigations. Most recently, I was the leader of a shadow team, which is what put me on the path to ending up here. I’ll be continuing to run a team from the field, while still reporting to Agent Miazga at the home office.
Leonard: Not an agent.
Freewoman 3: Yanna Strøm. Also a criminal. Don’t ask me what I did to end up in prison. I’ll never tell.
Shadow Team Member 2: Uh. Okay, I’m not one for public speaking. I’ll just say I’m Inge Flynn, and I’m an agent too.
Freewoman 2: Ophelia Woodloch. Freewoman. Mother of two. Stepmother of two. Wife of non. Ready to kick some alien ass. At least inasmuch as I’m allowed to, based on whatever authority I’m granted. But not you, Leonard. You seem pretty chill.
Escapee 4: Navin Misra, I’m a man of few words. I was told that I would be allowed to take naps throughout the day, as long as it doesn’t interfere with my work. Don’t ever wake me up, and we’ll be cool. Oh, and I have been to prison, but I’ve seen the error of my ways, and I’m ready to make up for my past sins, and begin to make a positive contribution to the betterment of society. I guess I’m not a man of so few words.
Shadow Team Member 1: Anaïs Altimari, shadow team member; specializing in infiltration and deep undercover. I imagine I’ll keep doing that kind of thing here.
Escapee 1: I’m a smuggler. I can get you whatever you want. I’ll be working with Miss Myka here for procurement, but I promise not to steal.
Reese: Your name?
Escapee 1: Oh, sorry. Timotei Barber.
Former Jail Guard: I am Sasho Dreyer, disgraced former jail guard for the KC Central Law Station. I’m a criminal, because I technically let several detainees escape on my watch, but I was never formally charged. I too would like to kick some alien ass.
Hacker: Valentine Avalon Duval, hacker extraordinaire. Let’s see, how would I describe myself? Let’s just say that I’m outta this world. *winks at Leonard*

Monday, July 31, 2023

Microstory 1941: Uneven Trident

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Myka: So, what is this formation called?
Reese: It’s called the Uneven Trident. The center tine is only responsible for heading for the objective. The two tines on either side are responsible for protecting them.
Myka: Why are we farther behind the right tine?
Reese: They’re responsible for protecting the leaders. We’re responsible for protecting them as well as the leaders. This is the standard configuration for a six-person team on an extended journey, as opposed to a specific raid.
Myka: It’s funny that you have all these different arrangements, yet fugitive agents generally work alone.
Reese: We like to be prepared, for anything.
Leonard: *click, click, click*
Reese: They found something. Head on up there. Wave your girls over there too. I’m gonna run a fifty meter radius perimeter sweep.
Myka: *approaching Leonard and Freewoman 3.* What is it?
Leonard: The footsteps stop here, and then there’s this thing.
Myka: What is it?
Freewoman 3: Some kind of pattern in the sand. Pretty large, by the looks of it.
Myka: *straightening her posture as much as possible* What does this look like to you, Freewoman 2? I’ll give you a hint; it was in that movie we watched last week.
Freewoman 2: *getting a better look too* It kind of looks like a crop circle.
Leonard: *placing an ear on the ground* It may be my imagination, but I think I hear...machinery?
Freewoman 4: Maybe it’s their ship.
Leonard: They didn’t come in a ship.
Freewoman 3: There’s nothing out here. We’re so far away from any sort of semblance of civilization, if you’re hearing anything, it’s manmade. Or alienmade, as it were.
Reese: Y’all seein’ this? It’s big. It’s really big. More than a hundred meters wide. I stepped on it. There’s something different about the ground where it’s been depressed. It’s...harder, like there’s something buried just underneath.
Freewoman 3: If we think there’s a ship buried just underneath the ground, there must be a way to access it. What do we do, try to open it?
Leonard: Why is everybody lookin’ at me?
Reese: You’re the closest we have to a resident alien expert. What do you think? If we find a door, should we open it?
Leonard: If we find a door, yeah, I guess that’s why we’re here, right? At least that’s why you and I are. The rest of you can leave now to protect yourselves.
Myka: We’re staying. Six-person team, right?
*the other free women cock their guns*
Reese: Are you legally allowed to carry those firearms?
Freewoman 2: Nope. *points her gun at the ground* Wanna fight about it?
Reese: Not at this juncture. Welp. This triangle is precisely where the footprints end, so I’m guessing it’s the entrance. Let’s see if we can’t figure this out.

Friday, July 28, 2023

Microstory 1940: Walking in Circles

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Reese: Are you sure this is going to work? We’ve been walking in literal circles forever, and so far, no one has shown up.
Leonard: Myka?
Myka: *holding the radio to her ear* One click back. My friends aren’t seeing anyone.
Leonard: Maybe we were wrong this whole time. Maybe no one has been following us.
Reese: Or they’re so confused about our odd behavior, they don’t know what to do.
Leonard: You’re right, this was a stupid plan. If we weren’t trying to follow these footprints, I would say we head for cover, but we’re just too exposed out here, and we’re wasting time. If we are being followed, they can probably wait us out.
Myka: No, it wasn’t a stupid plan, we’re just at too much of a disadvantage.
Leonard: Go ahead and make whatever clicks you need to make to tell them that we’re giving up. If your people are gonna help, we might as well work together. I don’t suppose they came with their own tent? Perhaps we can share.
Reese: How many are there? Three? This tent is designed for two. It’s technically big enough for three; or four if they’re comfortable with each other, but not a total of six.
Myka: Those three are my best survivors. Freewoman 2 can find water anywhere. Besides, this mission is only getting more dangerous. We need multiple on watch. But that’s tonight. We still have hours of daylight to go. I say we continue to follow these tracks before the weather erases them. If someone is following us, they have had plenty of chances to hurt us. It’s probably just government agents.
Reese: You’re right. This is the M.O. of a shadow team. It’s said that they can be invisible anywhere. They won’t reveal themselves for anything short of life-threatening, if even that. They may be under orders to report back any injuries and deaths, and not intervene for any reason.
Myka: So, we just keep walking, and leave it alone?
Reese: No. Give me the radio.
Myka: Here you go.
Reese: *adjusts the frequency, and makes his own clicks*
Leonard: What did that mean? Did you tell them something?
Reese: I told ‘em to reveal themselves. I seriously doubt they’ll do it, but now they know we know they’re there.
Leonard: What if they’re not there?
Reese: Then no one heard the message, and even if they did, I used a law enforcement code on a law enforcement frequency. So there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.
Myka: Since I got out of prison, I occasionally flip off my bathroom mirror and tell the U.S. Cybersecurity Agency that I know they’re watching me...just in case they are.
Freewoman 2: *walking up* Hey, what’s the word?
Myka: We’re done trying to root out the possible pursuers. We’re just gonna keep going.
Freewoman 3: What do you want us to do?
Myka: Join us. The more the merrier.
Reese: There’s something you should know about the mission we’re on first, though. Tell me, do any of you believe in aliens?

Wednesday, September 29, 2021

Microstory 1723: Pair of Compasses

Pamela. You are my compass. When you found me, I was nothing. I was going nowhere in my life. My father, may his soul rest in peace, did everything he could to point me in the right direction, but when I lost him, I lost myself. Instead of honoring his memory, I continued on a pointless path, and made nothing of myself. Then you came along; my light in the dense forest. You showed me that it wasn’t too late, and that there was still hope for me. I will forever be grateful for where we have gone together, and how far we’ve come. Now, I know that I strayed from the path a little, and for that, I will forever be ashamed. But you forgave me my transgressions, and that just proves how perfect we are as a team. You knew that, even then—even after all I did—with my ex...and her ex, and your sister...and your sister’s ex—you knew—you knew that I was still redeemable. I will never be able to make up for what I did, but I believe together, we can walk towards a beautiful future. I will no longer attempt to walk alone, or find my own way. I will surrender to your wisdom. Your needle always points North, and knowing that, we can make our way to any way that we wish. Um. I think this metaphor is getting to be a little too much. Just give me a second. Notecards, I know, but...just hold on. (Let’s see, don’t want to bring this up—I’ve rethought this whole part of the  speech—my brother said that was an inappropriate—hold for laught—oh, never mind). Okay. Pamela. Poetry aside, I would just like to promise you that I have successfully changed my ways. You changed me, and you won’t have to worry about me ever again. As long as you’re by my side, I’m certain that we can get through anything. I vow to be faithful and fearless, interesting and inspiring, mesmerizing and motivating, and successful and satisfying. I can’t wait to begin the next leg of our journey together. Thank you.

Chaz. I think you’re right, I’m a compass. But you are a compass as well. You could even say that we are a pair of compasses. I don’t mean that we’re just two mariner’s compasses. We are the drafting instrument that architects and engineers use to make their designs accurate. I don’t mean to say that we are building something great, or that our home is perfect. The truth is that nothing has been remotely perfect about our lives together. Yes, you cheated on me, and I’m not sure why we needed a rundown of your offenses. Well...I think we all know that those were only about half of your offenses, and that it only includes the ones I actually know about. Who knows how many more there are? Which children here today are yours? Do we even know? I joke, I joke. You’re right, I forgave you for what you did. And that brings us back to my metaphor. (I admit, I took a peek at your vows, which is why I’m prepared to say what I’m saying now). When I took you back, my friends pointed out what we mean to each other, and what our potential is. I didn’t listen to them, but now I know that we truly are a pair of compasses. You see, the compass drawing tool involves two legs. One is steady. It stays in place, while the other makes the drawing. You are the steady leg. You plant yourself in one spot, and I revolve around you. That is our pattern. All we do is make circles. Sure, we can make smaller circles, and sometimes even larger ones, but we can never escape the pattern. We just go ‘round, and around, and around. The only way to break the cycle is for me to break the compass, and set myself free. So I’m leaving you, Chaz. You can sleep with whomever it is you want. It’s not my problem anymore. Goodbye.