Wheely and Rose are dead. Murdered. Engberg is missing, and from what Sharper has witnessed there is solid evidence that the Bahro (or at least some rogue element of the species) bears us ill will.
I do not know what to think. All I know is there was nothing I could do. Nothing for Wheely, the rescue, I couldn't even bring Michael from his revalries when I had the chance. I do not think I have ever felt so useless in my entire life. Useless and afraid.
I need time to think. I need to be alone.
Thursday 24 May 2007
Monday 21 May 2007
Events
Was going to write about how I finally cracked the pod ages and got a grip on D'ni timekeeping, but recent goings on have suddenly made my achievement pale into insignificance.
The area near the pub in the city has collapsed. Wheely Engberg and her friend Rose are nowhere to be found, and their KI's are off. Laxman is trying to activate them remotely, but for all we know the two of them are buried beneath the rubble. It's a horrible thought, and I hope with everything I have that the two are safe and unharmed.
So many questions are going through my mind, most prominently how this could have happened, but there will be time for asking this later. For now, all we can do is wait and pray for their finding.
The area near the pub in the city has collapsed. Wheely Engberg and her friend Rose are nowhere to be found, and their KI's are off. Laxman is trying to activate them remotely, but for all we know the two of them are buried beneath the rubble. It's a horrible thought, and I hope with everything I have that the two are safe and unharmed.
So many questions are going through my mind, most prominently how this could have happened, but there will be time for asking this later. For now, all we can do is wait and pray for their finding.
Wednesday 16 May 2007
City musings
Ae'gura is quiet these days. I see plenty of new faces though. I recognise the expressions easily - wide eyed with wonderment, constantly glancing everywhere trying to take it all in. I look at them and feel quite glad that they have this wonderful oppertunity to do so, this second chance to explore one of history's greatest legacies. I keep thinking how very easily it could not have turned out this way.
No sign of Echo. I haven't seen her for about a week now. I hope she's holding up ok. I'm confident that she seems more at ease with what she is seeing, but Kenji and I are no closer to ascertaining how she can do so. Our original speculations still stand, and I am reluctant to consider any real alternative - I refuse to believe she is insane, or merely hallucinating. I have not yet shared our theories with her, for danger of unduly alarming her. The best I can hope to do is remain in contact and observe any possible developments which could shed light on her 'condition'.
Re-reading the last sentence, it sounds so cold and clinical. Truth be told, the things she has told me have had quite a lasting impression. It's certainly made me look at the City in a different light. Bought home the full scale of the disaster which befell it...
Need to discover the secret held in the Museum Ages. I know how, the markings in Payifren and the map is all I need. It's simply a matter of catching the right time in the Desert pod and working backwards and forwards for the others respectivly. I suppose I could simply ask someone for a timetable and save myself the bother, but where's the satisfaction in that? If this is one of the elements in some grand scheme of some as of yet unknown person or persons, then it exists for a reason, and to reach the destination without taking the journey would clearly go against the reason for its existance - whatever that may be.
I think I'll make camp in Payifren tonight and wait. It'll give me the oppertunity to catch up on some faculty business.
No sign of Echo. I haven't seen her for about a week now. I hope she's holding up ok. I'm confident that she seems more at ease with what she is seeing, but Kenji and I are no closer to ascertaining how she can do so. Our original speculations still stand, and I am reluctant to consider any real alternative - I refuse to believe she is insane, or merely hallucinating. I have not yet shared our theories with her, for danger of unduly alarming her. The best I can hope to do is remain in contact and observe any possible developments which could shed light on her 'condition'.
Re-reading the last sentence, it sounds so cold and clinical. Truth be told, the things she has told me have had quite a lasting impression. It's certainly made me look at the City in a different light. Bought home the full scale of the disaster which befell it...
Need to discover the secret held in the Museum Ages. I know how, the markings in Payifren and the map is all I need. It's simply a matter of catching the right time in the Desert pod and working backwards and forwards for the others respectivly. I suppose I could simply ask someone for a timetable and save myself the bother, but where's the satisfaction in that? If this is one of the elements in some grand scheme of some as of yet unknown person or persons, then it exists for a reason, and to reach the destination without taking the journey would clearly go against the reason for its existance - whatever that may be.
I think I'll make camp in Payifren tonight and wait. It'll give me the oppertunity to catch up on some faculty business.
Thursday 10 May 2007
Haven't we met before?
So, here we are again. A new journey, a new start, a new adventure. What better way to kick it off than getting it all down in a nice shiny new blog-type journal?
Truth be told, I've been meaning to start this for a while now. So much in recent months has happened, lots of things have needed to take precidence. The fact that my arrival was once again completly uplanned was a significant factor, I think. Seriously, is it really too much to ask to magically turn up in some other part of the world/universe when I actually want to, and when I'm suitably prepared and ready for it? The first couple of times I was willing to chalk up to ordinary tempting of the fate, but now it's bordering on the unbelievable. I'm really starting to think that the Maker sees my existance in his great scheme of things as one long Robert Rankin-esque running joke.
Woosh, two paragraphs in and I've already deteriorated into a rambling monologue. Clearly I'm in the wrong frame of mind to really dive into this right now. Maybe a stroll through the city will allow me to get my thoughts together more coherantly...
Truth be told, I've been meaning to start this for a while now. So much in recent months has happened, lots of things have needed to take precidence. The fact that my arrival was once again completly uplanned was a significant factor, I think. Seriously, is it really too much to ask to magically turn up in some other part of the world/universe when I actually want to, and when I'm suitably prepared and ready for it? The first couple of times I was willing to chalk up to ordinary tempting of the fate, but now it's bordering on the unbelievable. I'm really starting to think that the Maker sees my existance in his great scheme of things as one long Robert Rankin-esque running joke.
Woosh, two paragraphs in and I've already deteriorated into a rambling monologue. Clearly I'm in the wrong frame of mind to really dive into this right now. Maybe a stroll through the city will allow me to get my thoughts together more coherantly...
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