Antierra Manifesto – blog post #81

(Another segment that’s long overdue but I have a list of excuses in case anyone wants to know what the frib I’m up to these days. It’s called work, as in real work, the somewhat remunerative kind which can’t be passed up. Let’s see, how would this go: “Sorry sir but I’m behind in my blogging so I won’t be coming to work today, maybe not til next week.” I’m sure they’d be not only understanding but fully supportive… 🙂 )

Two handlers approach to take me.  Suddenly every once of strength leaves me, the world around me turns black and I hear a noise as a great waterfall.  I am aware that I collapse and the handlers, instead of holding on to me let me fall into the sand. 

Even in the state I’m in I can understand their reluctance to touch me.  I’m a frightful mess and the smell of Warmo is all over me and how can they know it isn’t my smell?  They cannot even know for certain I’m still alive.

End blog post #80

Begin Blog post #81

Chapter 34 – Aftermath – Fear – Petition for Execution

When I come to from the blood-loss induced faint I’m lying on the gurney at the entrance to the auto-medic.  A female Cydroid in a green body suit is working on my ribcage.  I’m in excruciating pain and there doesn’t seem to be any part of me that’s exempt.  I’m not connected to IV tubes but I feel a throbbing at the side of my head and a wire lead dangles out there, leading to a shunt on a console by the Cydroid.  I remember the temple wound.  Obviously some internal damage was done there.  I hope it isn’t serious enough to make me “dikfol.”

I open my mouth and manage what sounds like the croak of a raven, “Yoba Five?”

She stops her work to look me full in the eyes.  “Yes – I’m your doctor today.  Don’t try to move, please.  Here, sip on this.”  She hands me a pink liquid in a flask with a bent straw sticking out of a stopper.  I suck greedily on what tastes like nectar and feel a bit better. 

“Balomo is with our King.  Your success has caused great consternation among the male aristocracy.  There is a Court group that is petitioning for your immediate execution.  They fear the power that destroyed Warmo.  He was akin to a Gray Eminence, a mad Rasputin if you will – I get these images from your mind – who had much influence over the real King and many of his courtiers.  It is believed that only a greater demonic force could have killed Warmo, especially without weapons.  As you know, they don’t believe in greater ‘angelic’ forces on this world.  There is evil and more evil, that’s all.  By simple reasoning, that makes you a greater demon than Warmo in their eyes.

“You wonder at the reason they acquiesced to his demands to fight you bare handed?  It’s simple: he convinced them your power was in blades, not in flesh.  He said in flesh he would defeat you and by drinking your blood he would absorb the power you have over the females.  Then he would be able to put more fear of men in them.  By defeating him you caused the opposite to happen.  The males now fear that somehow you have empowered the females and they will openly rebel against their slavery as your story spreads, not just here in the compound but out into Elbre and beyond.  You must realize the crisis you have precipitated here.  It’s the first time males have had any fear of women, except for those brief and useless moments in the arena when they are being killed by one.”

Still in great pain and with difficulty I ask, “So what do I do now?”

“There is nothing you can do.  Your body is still a serious mess and needs repairs.  I’m preparing you for a second round in the auto-medic and hope we have enough time.  Your pardon or sentencing should be coming in the next three or four hours.”

“How long have I been out, then?”

Compared to mine, her voice is that of an angel.  “This is the day after your fight.  You were in the auto-medic all night and it’s now 9:39 in the morning.  Time for your second treatment now.”

“Please promise me that if I’m to be executed, you stop the treatment immediately.  I don’t want to be feeling better just to be tortured to death.”

“I understand.  You have a Cydroid’s mind patterning!  I have to bring you out if you are to be terminated.  You can’t be found in that!”  She points to the auto-med.  “In any case, know this, that you have accomplished much during your years here, and especially yesterday.  This world will never be the same. 

“Bal will alert me by caller if he is returning with guards to take you away as I cannot be seen.  I will release you from the auto-medic, wheel you in the front office and leave you there.  Bal will explain to them that he left you on the table because you had fainted and he didn’t think you would make it anyway.  In case we cannot speak again let me wish you a straight, guilt-free journey to your home you call Altaria.  I’d like to accompany you there.”

“Thank you Yoba Five.  However it goes, we shall meet again.”

“I’ve calculated the possibility in the high percentile.”  And she smiles her beautiful smile.  Bless you, Yoba Five. 

As she attaches the gurney to the retracting mechanism of the auto-med I slip inside the open “mouth” of the A-M and it irises shut on me.  The world disappears and I’m put in anaesthetized trance.  Many lights flash on the boards as I’m being re-adjusted.  Music plays softly in my ears and messages pass by like the voices of distant angelic messengers.  A veritable litany of the many things wrong with my biology the auto-med enumerates for the record as it probes my battered body. 

“Make a mistake, Medic.  Terminate me now.”  I whisper.

End blog post #81

15 thoughts on “Antierra Manifesto – blog post #81

  1. George F.

    I’ve actually left work early to come home and blog. “There is evil and there is more evil.” Great line! And yes, the females are now empowered and the males have something to fear…a lot to fear! Great post!


    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Thanks for that kind comment, George. Now the “news” has to spread, then it has to be believed for something to be made of it all. Will the women choose to remain in bondage out of fear being now aware they have a choice? Whether on Malefactus (T’Sing Tarleyn) or on Earth, nothing of such magnitudinous change happens overnight. In your novel, Paul, Akira, her unborn, Lasseter and Billy Bob are poised to change the world, as change agents and the question marks abound as we wait for the denouement. Antierra and the few (Tikki, et al) who have caught on are now the change agents for the women of Malefactus. Will they be able to continue to spread Antierra’s “stupid speak” or will they be discovered and eliminated? Antierra’s commitment to her purpose has brought the whole thing onto a razor’s edge and she’s facing her own elimination by powers over which she has no control. We shall see if the question marks can be removed.

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      1. George F.’s a big change that’s needed too! Perhaps too big? Yet another question mark. BTW, when I get filled with despair over the meaninglessness of contributing to the GDP, ie, working., I do run home to blog! My mind then releases a dose of serotonin and I’m good to go for awhile.


      2. Sha'Tara Post author

        For some unfathomable WP quirk, it decided I would not be given an opportunity to reply to your comment. I learned a while back, if there is an “Edit” to click on that and it brings up another window in which, Oh! Miracle! there is a “Reply” button. Addressing the change issue, some changes, indeed, are beyond what a society can sustain without creating a self-destruct sequence. We can now more than suspect that the changes being forced upon Earthian society will likely spell its end: it can’t possibly adapt to what is coming. As for Malefactus, or T’Sing Tarleyn, the story is going to have to tell us what happens there. Remember that T’ST is a “Stack World” which means it is a partial mirror image of Earth, or locked-in-step with this one, so major change on T’ST means major change on Earth. Fiction? Hmmm…

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  2. deteremineddespitewp

    Instead of waiting for two or three episodes to build up I just had to find out how Antierra was managing after the epic fight.
    Very much engaged with the character and wanting to see how she comes through this latest trial.
    The portrayal of the regime is very well crafted. The reader can see that despite the apparent ruthless fail safes they appear to have built in, at the end of the day the society is built on basic unimaginative brutality and cannot cope with a situation which goes off script.
    (To quote from a woman military trained character in a Star Wars comic book I’m reading….’Sloppy’) ….. Is payback coming?
    Oh by the way, thanks for the ‘frib’ reference!


    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Ah yes, the “frib” – I think that is one of Arketre’s expletives? Yes, Antierra has brought up an unexpected crossroad in that society. Without the help of certain individuals in high places, that would be the end of the story. But it isn’t, not by a long shot. Antierra is made of such stuff the rulers of T’Sing Tarleyn are quite unprepared to deal with: she’s a catalyst of change. Not since the intrusion of the black “metal men” has this world experienced drastic change despite the endless war between the s. western kingdom of Elbre and the n. eastern Imperial Union of Estaan, and as mentioned here and there, the evidence of exponentially increasing global climate change. Unbeknownst to the political ruling elites, forces are combining to seriously challenge the status quo, perhaps even end it. We shall see, huh?

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      1. Sha'Tara Post author

        Thanks Roger. Hopefully I’ll get on it sooner this time. Heheheheh… Hope? Did I use the word hope? I must be getting soft in the head.

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      2. deteremineddespitewp

        The Pandora myth is a kind of theodicy, addressing the question of why there is evil in the world. According to this, Pandora opened a jar (pithos), in modern accounts sometimes mistranslated as “Pandora’s box”, releasing all the evils of humanity. Hesiod’s interpretation of Pandora’s story, sometimes considered as misogynous,[6] went on to influence both Jewish and Christian theology and so perpetuated her bad reputation into the Renaissance. Later poets, dramatists, painters and sculptors made her their subject and over the course of five centuries contributed new insights into her motives and significance.
        The more famous version of the Pandora myth comes from another of Hesiod’s poems, Works and Days. In this version of the myth (lines 60–105), Hesiod expands upon her origin, and moreover widens the scope of the misery she inflicts on humanity. As before, she is created by Hephaestus, but now more gods contribute to her completion (63–82): Athena taught her needlework and weaving (63–4); Aphrodite “shed grace upon her head and cruel longing and cares that weary the limbs” (65–6); Hermes gave her “a shameful mind and deceitful nature” (67–8); Hermes also gave her the power of speech, putting in her “lies and crafty words” (77–80) ; Athena then clothed her (72); next Persuasion and the Charites adorned her with necklaces and other finery (72–4); the Horae adorned her with a garland crown (75). Finally, Hermes gives this woman a name: Pandora – “All-gifted” – “because all the Olympians gave her a gift” (81). (In Greek, Pandora has an active rather than a passive meaning; hence, Pandora properly means “All-giving.” The implications of this mistranslation are explored in “All-giving Pandora: mythic inversion?” below.) In this retelling of her story, Pandora’s deceitful feminine nature becomes the least of humanity’s worries. For she brings with her a jar (which, due to textual corruption in the sixteenth century, came to be called a box)[7][8] containing[9] “burdensome toil and sickness that brings death to men” (91–2), diseases (102) and “a myriad other pains” (100). Prometheus had (fearing further reprisals) warned his brother Epimetheus not to accept any gifts from Zeus. But Epimetheus did not listen; he accepted Pandora, who promptly scattered the contents of her jar. As a result, Hesiod tells us, “the earth and sea are full of evils” (101). One item, however, did not escape the jar (96–9):

        Only Hope was left within her unbreakable house,
        she remained under the lip of the jar, and did not
        fly away. Before [she could], Pandora replaced the
        lid of the jar. This was the will of aegis-bearing
        Zeus the Cloudgatherer.

        Another stitch-up by men or women….
        DC comics did a better up-dated version.


      3. Sha'Tara Post author

        Yes, now I remember. Another typical patriarchal myth putting all those powerful men in charge of creating the “perfect” woman according to their wishes. When things didn’t turn out the way they had hoped, they cursed her and she remains so to this day.

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  3. Phil Huston

    “…but I have a list of excuses in case anyone wants to know what the frib I’m up to these days. It’s called work, as in real work, the somewhat remunerative kind .”

    In the music biz the joke was “Well, at least he never steals anything (sounds, phrases, licks, seetings) he can’t use.” So, check’s in the mail for that one. Life has a way of saying you need money/surgery/yardwork done/tires/ a bus driver’s license and did you forget you signed up to do…

    Carry on.



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