Cheers, all. I wanted to let you know that I’ve moved the site to aphotic-ink.com, and I’ll be updating there in the future.
Three questions with Cortesa Singh, resistance member of Bradbury Weeps and asteroid belter, survivor of the Oort Line on 2311.04.17, when the Chorister fleet swept towards earth. Interview recorded at the Silton Repository on Dirt.
Where were you from?
The belt. Parents planned against a kid but the pills didn’t work, and they wouldn’t sign me over to MarsCorp. Started flying our mining skiff–the Stendahl’s Promise–at fifteen. Wasn’t legal, but we fixed the pilot logs, clocked enough hours to start paying down the company debt.
Lost my leg and dad died in a space grit shower. Other belters got us back but the Promise needed repairs. My cousin Orsina fixed our maintenance logs so MarsCorp couldn’t deny the death benefit. Patched the Promise up, shared what we could with those who got us home.
Orsina taught me Bradbury.
Old Earth writer, before space flight. Told stories that ended with Earth gone and Mars being where we moved past the worst of what people did to each other.
You seen MarsCorp? All us little lights out in the black and they’re sucking us dry on contracts and margins.
So MarsCorp probes got lost and their systems broke and their scales weighed heavy and paid out extra and we’d share it round.
We were close to getting caught, when the war started.
How did you experience the war?
War, hah. Was a leaking massacre. Scrappy little ships what couldn’t cross a galaxy on the Oort Line, and what came for us–
Orsina and me stripped the Promise down to fuel and power, clad on extra armour, swapped scanners for weapons. I flew, she was gunner. Got through a Chorister hull, but half our weapons were blown clean off. Rest stopped firing.
Wanted to think they’d run dry.
We weren’t getting back anyway.
Gearing up to run the Promise right into the Chorister’s guts when Orsina–
Didn’t hear her coming. Was wearing Bashton’s Ears.
She used a medkit sedative.
Woke up too late.
People talk about Earth and Mars. Not about what it was like out in the black, after. Tatters of the Line stretching all the way to the belt.
The frozen air, leaking.
Understand it. Known her since we were too young to work. If we’d have been dying over nothing, fine, but…
Promise could’ve slowed that Chorister.
Haven’t seen Orsina since I dropped her on the Calabrese. Don’t know if she’s on Dirt or off on a Permancer ship or what. Haven’t checked.
Got nothing to say to her, now.
What are you doing now?
Fixing shit. *chuckles* Haven’t had time to take Promise off-world since I got here.
Dirt’s pretty easy. You can breathe free, step outside free… even water’s free, just leave enough for others. So much give here.
Sloppy or unlucky can kill you, but the belt taught me a lot that’s useful. Sinkhole at Jadoc? My filter masks kept the kids breathing long enough to get fished out. Webster flood? I welded the bridge that held. It’s not just scrabbling. It’s building.
We’ve got a chance here. Something new, like Bradbury dreamed we could be on Mars. Fleet’s holding on. Dirt’s building up. Kids from the sinkhole’re doing okay.
Couple still have bad dreams, imagine they heard things.
Dirt’s home now, right? It’s ours, free and clear, thank the Permancer.
Sure they meant well. Only.
Have dreams myself sometimes.
Bradbury said things about free dirt.
After the War is a science-fiction tabletop roleplaying game of memetic horror by Jason Pitre and Alasdair Stuart. Ten years have passed since the end of the galactic war, and now we rebuild our new home on this alien frontier world. The Kickstarter is over, but soon you will be able to tell your own stories on Dirt.
Afraid I’m pretty sick this week – vicious cold going around and it got me.
Still, 1232 words done this week. Nearly done one complete plotline for my current project!
Also, a shout-out to Asha Bardon and Shannon Fay, who helped me figure out something pretty critical about a story I’ve been struggling with. Wanted to write a more in-depth post about expectations and story formats, but this week has been mad busy. Will try and get to it later, but in the meantime, wanted to thank them before even more time slipped away.