Akira in cave
She knows all.

The sun had set and the sky was dark, although, in the desert, the stars shone with an intensity resembling oncoming traffic from cars miles away, rushing towards them.

“You—meaning humanity,” Lasseter drawled, nodding his head towards Paul,” will never get to the stars with your religion. It’s the last relic of the primitive mind and needs to be eradicated before you can move on.”

The others peered from their sleeping bags, eyes heavy.

Akira chuckled. Her voice reverberated throughout the cave like the sound of soft cooing of doves.

“Religion, ya see, government and corporations are all branches of the same tree,” Lasseter continued, slowly crawling into his own sleeping bag, the moonlight behind him creating a halo as it reflected off his gray hair.

“Cut down the right trunk, and they all fall.”

“And how do we do that?” Billy-Bob propped himself up on his elbow, his biceps flexing, listening intently.

“It’s starts with her,” he head nodded towards Akira.

“The baby?”

“Yea, the baby.”

“Humans are short lived,” Akira cackled, her voice piercing the night.

“Most of your lives are wasted re-learning what previous generations have already been taught. Your schools take too much time, cost too much money—and most of what is taught are mostly lies—or facts that are so outdated, it’s no wonder you insects fail to evolve.”

She pointed her finger at Paul, as if blaming him for everything. Paul sat up, cocked his head to the side.

“Who you calling insects?” Billy-Bob’s fist clenched.

“Your lies get passed from one generation to the next, making you worse than insects!” Her hands came together in a semi-circle in front of her chest, her fingernails extending, razor sharp.

Billy-Bob slumped against the cave wall, but his eyes never left hers.

“How you plannin’ on changing all this…”

“…asked the soldier from a generation of soldiers who were taught to believe they there were right and just and proud…” she interrupted fiercely, “…but who flushed their short-lived lives away for nothing…for some sense of purpose and glory…”

Billy-Bob forced a grin.

“You really know how to piss a guy off. Is this another one of your super powers?”

His hand reached down to his right side brushing his thigh, where his Glock was normally holstered.

A lifelong habit.

“She’s right,” Lasseter interrupted. “For who has honor but a man who died a-Wednesday.”

He laughed out loud, his gray hair shining in the moonlight. He didn’t give a shit if anyone understood his literary reference. He’d spent most of his life talking to himself anyway.

More later

(Yeah, not finished. Having trouble getting in front of the computer lately, but that will be fixed soon. Thanks for reading.)

39 thoughts on ““Worse than insects…”

  1. Thanks for reading? Don’t you mean “Thanks for devouring?” 😉 Got a bunch of comments itching to be commented but I’m going to hold off for a bit. One comment for now: insect is a perfect comparison for Earthians. She/you have that right! I’m thinking wasps, termites, cockroaches, weevils…

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    1. I laughed when I read your first line…Devouring! Love it! Waiting for you OTHER comments now that you have some insight as to what’s happening…and yeah, compared to Akira’s intelligence, we’re all insects! No better than cockroaches…and she doesn’t mind treating us as such either…

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  2. Holy Canola Bro! I agree this is a devour and lick eyelids chapter. The visual cues were awesome. The stars like onrushing traffic, Lasseter’s halo, Akira’s echoing coo of doves turning to a cackle, and Billy Bob’s fist clench to Akira’s fingernails. Then we deep dive into the very apt comparison of the tree of humanity and the insects that live there. Every line was golden. I am stomped back into the mud of literary rat poo while you soar with eagles. I don’t know if I can clear the bar you set, but I’ll try. I must say, I’m at peace just being a slobbering fan hungry for more.

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    1. I think I’m getting better at the visual cues. My opening is my equivalent to the famous “It was a dark and stormy night.” The earlier version of me wouldn’t have bothered to describe the scene, but I’m learning that the scene, the setting and the character interaction IS the story!!! Who did I learn that from? The Master himself….HYPE!!! I stomped you into the mud of literary rat poo? Careful, you’ll convince me I’ve really got something going on here…

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      1. I think you do have something going on here. It’s one of those fervent page flippers you don’t want to end because the greatest part of the story is the page I read and the anticipation of the next page about to unfurl in my rabid imagination. New post Monday. Not sure if it will elevate me above the muck, but I’m putting it out there anyway.

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  3. And if you are a Shakespearean you might guess that quote was from the play, Henry IV, who I am directly related to, he being one of the Norman Viking Kings who bestowed honors on my forefather by gifting his daughter’s hand in marriage and our very own castle for being an exceptional Norseman who used an ax quite well on the rowdy Brits and Italians. However, it could also be one of those Russian literary giants who wrote smart things before the Bolsheviks outlawed intelligence. I’m not sure, but I thought it was brilliant to throw that in like literary hotsauce.

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    1. Related to Henry iV? Royalty and poetry runs in your blood bro! Yeah, I believe that quote was from Falstaff, one of my favorite curmudgeons, critics and naysayers in the Shakespearean world. Glad you noticed my literary friend! I thought I’d throw in some fodder for the intelligencia among us, or at least create the impression that I was well read! LOL!

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  4. I like how you’re developing this. I googled “cisreligion” just for fun. You’ve created a new, and better, application for it, but the other groups hanging on to the acronym “CIS” are interesting. The Commonwealth of Independent States; The Catholic Information Service; The Centre for Independent Studies; The Center for Islamic Studies; Christians in Science; The Centre for Internet Society . . . Fun stuff. The voices of your characters perfectly echo the themes – bouncing the pieces back and forth to create the whole. Insects or viruses, not sure what describes people best 🙂

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      1. I did pick up on that from your post “Paul Sees, Talks” and like how you related that to the natural state of religion. You’ve given yourself room to go a thousand different directions. especially since the definition from the dictionary notes that cisgender Identity is no longer universal or assumed. Throw in AI and intelligent robotics and you really have some fun 🙂

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      2. The got me curious so I phoned “The Bookman” and had them put some Edward Abbey material aside for me. Funny I don’t remember reading about this author. Does anybody know if the movie based on “The Brave Cowboy” called “Lonely are the Brave” with Kirk Douglas as main character is worth looking into?

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      3. Hi, I think you’ll enjoy Abbey. I discovered him by stumbling on a quote by him. I like his nature writings the best. And share his perspectives on preserving the natural world. His novel, The Monkey Wrench Gang got him the distinction of inspiring eco-terrorism. I’m not sure that’s fair, but it is the theme of the novel. The movie Lonely are the Brave is a good one. Been a while since I watched it. Old school. Good plot.

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      4. Thank you, Earthwalking… and I have no problems with anyone brave enough to engage eco-terrorism. I mean, aren’t the billionaire elites currently decimating the planet through wars and bottomless resource extraction the ultimate eco terrorists? I almost got on the Sea Shepherd as it was sailing to ram a few whalers… I didn’t have the money!

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      5. I incorporated two links in the text of my post that will take the reader straight to your blog. The most prominent one is in the footnotes. I try to find ways to direct my readers to my favorites. And you’re welcome. You’re writing is great. Pulls the reader right in

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  5. Falstaff’s speech on honour is quite interesting, his conclusion, that honour is meaningless and pointless. If course he speaks from the point of view of coercion, and collective enterprise. But is honour meaningless when it comes, not from social expectation but from the deep well of choice through self empowerment? What should be the motivation to live an honourable life or to die an honourable death?

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      1. Factoid indeed. How do “they” know what a flatworm is thinking??? What do I do with that huge grain of salt in the middle of my hand? What’s real, what’s imagined, and is reality based more on what can be foisted upon the gullible than upon actual verifiable discovery? Once, not so long ago, certain tribes believed that if they extracted the beating heart from a brave enemy captive and ate it they would gain that bravery. Couldn’t they just learn from the example? Is it mind or is it flesh? More questions…

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