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Author Topic: EP571: Beetle-Cleaned Skulls  (Read 97 times)
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« on: April 14, 2017, 05:56:55 PM »

EP571: Beetle-Cleaned Skulls

AUTHOR: J. E.Bates
NARRATOR: Trendane Sparks
HOST: Alasdair Stuart


Fine amber dust infiltrated everything in the Preserve. Each morning, I vacuumed it away with my ventral hose prior to opening my kiosk. I paid particular care to my curios: the fossils, the bismuth crystals, and the beetle-cleaned skulls. Forebears, especially the children, delighted in receiving my curios as gifts. Each successful transaction gave me a burst of surplus energy, expressed as pride.

The mineral specimens I gathered from the talus behind the kiosk. I polished them right in the kiosk according to aesthetic principles. But I prepared the skulls in the subterranean machine rooms. They were created from deceased rhuka, a species of domesticated bovine. No other kiosk attendant created such skulls, and Forebears traveled great distances to receive one. They used them to decorate their caves.

A biped appeared on my mass scanner, recognizable as a male humanoid. As the mass approached, I further identified it as the Forebear named Peggin. I recognized his adolescent gait, his subpar physique, and the idiosyncrasies of his heat signature, among other things. Other Forebears only visited my kiosk for fabricator requests or the occasional curio, but Peggin came almost every day.

“Hey, Kruc,” he said, crumpling to a squat just inside the door. Beside him, one of the fabricators hummed, a pottery mold spinning into shape within its matter conversion field.

I waggled a manipulator in greeting. “Hello, friend. Do you find the dust tolerable today? Would you like some clean, potable water? Have you resolved your dispute with Targ?”

“Yes, no, and definitely not,” he said, voice listless and eyes shut. “He’s a beast. What am I going to do?”

“You could carve,” I said, hoping to reduce his distress. “A new skull is ready.” Peggin decorated my skulls, carving geometric patterns into the white bone before painting them with pigments derived from local sediments. The whorls of red, yellow and blue formed pleasing patterns and increased their desirability in the eyes of the Forebears.

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Father Beast
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« Reply #1 on: April 15, 2017, 07:02:42 PM »

Well, This was neat and enjoyable. The idea of Machines becoming custodians of their human creators was a bit cliche, but I found it plausible. Even if they do decide to maintain their humans in a primitive society, rather than equal partners in the spacefaring and engineering projects.

The Problem at the end which spells the end of the machine culture, but not the humans, given that they are less susceptible to the hard radiation, just doesn't hold water. Just off the top of my head, several hundred miles of planet should block most radiation; or build a ship to put some machines on and get out of the way of the radiation for a while. The idea that they just accept extinction without considering alternatives doesn't make sense.

Still, it was fun, and I enjoyed it.
Jethro's belt
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« Reply #2 on: April 21, 2017, 10:42:18 AM »

OOOH, a post and pre-apocalypse story in one, neither of which is my favored type but resulting in something really satisfying. I like the pacing of the reveals quite a lot, neither too fast to spoil the suspense nor agonizingly and painfully slow. Narrations as of late have been excellent as was this one. 
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« Reply #3 on: Yesterday at 02:43:44 PM »

Non-interference stories I always find fascinating.
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