Agents

I'm currently in the process of looking for a literary agent. So if any agents stumble across this blog and like what they read, please make contact!

Wooden Stick

The wooden stick swung through the early morning air, cleaving its way through scores of imaginary enemies as if it were the finest sword ever made. Jonathan hacked and slashed the stick, spinning it expertly. He had been practicing a lot since he had arrived in Los Angeles. He did not know why. In fact he could not fully understand why he practiced at all. It was the twenty first century and people used guns and bombs and yet he still played the swordsman. A pseudo opponent fell to a carefully timed counter attack and then another to a disemboweling backward stab.

He closed his eyes, breathing deeply through his nose. He noticed the air stream in, cold inside his nostrils. He noticed the feeling of warmth on his lips as the air flowed out. The stick snapped up from the opponent's stomach, flicking into a high guard before his eyes. He felt his diaphragm expand and slowly deflate. His concentration fixed on his breathing, he let thoughts float across his mind. Let the voices speak their peace unnoticed.

“The world is rotting...”

“We came here for a better life, but we can see the place is falling apart. Why can't they?”

“The twenty-first century...”

“World War Four, sticks and stones...”

Downward slash!

His arms slashed the stick down, and he flowed subconsciously into a twirling set of movements. With a slow out breath he expand his awareness to the yard around him. He felt the prickle of the lawn beneath his feet. He felt the small vertices of cool air rushing past him. Without looking he noticed the last remaining removal boxes, empty now, sitting next to the recycling bin. He noticed everything around him, and pushed out. He could almost feel his mind racing outward faster and faster, but also pulsing with each breath.

The wooden stick thrust forward and up, leveled at a throat.

“Crumbling... Can't they see it...”

He could almost feel the earth spinning beneath him now, picture the the sun and the stars rushing into his mind. The enormity of the universe consuming and becoming him, but at the same time the minuscule became apparent in every contraction of his muscles.

Then in the darkness behind his eyelids he saw an army arrayed before him, spears leveled as he charged them. It did them no good. He slashed into their ranks a blur of motion, cutting and killing with his beautiful sword, shimmering in the moonlight. The enemy seemed frozen in time, as he carved a swath into them. But then, a pain erupted in his side and he turned to see a bearded man, moving ever so slowly amongst the statues, holding a spear that jutted from his body.

He forced his eyes open as the stick clunked against his bare foot.

“Legacy,” whispered a voice, so quiet he may not have even heard it.

Progress

Madman started at the end of 2005 and by early 2006, was a grand total of 15 A4 pages long.
It took another year to get to 45 pages, and now I'm sitting on 36,000 word manuscript and hoping to get it to 40000 by the end of the week.
None of this is counting the thousands of words of background material and side stories that I have included on this blog. Most of my writing time has been devoted to blogging lately so progress has been slow with the novel. I used to post about once every couple of weeks on my personal blog (see profile), but over the last 4 days I've written 8 and posted seven. So now I've decided to dedicate a week to this blog, and Madman's main story.
So expect more insanity in the Asylum.

More news, I've got a few ideas in the works at the moment. No pen to paper (or fingers to keys,) but I can tell you there will be a series of side stories, linked into my political/personal blog at some stage in the future.

-Al

New World Chaos

Online Compilation Project: The Post Depression Era pt 1
Peter Banes-McInnes
2063
Manhatan Prep School
Draft

Keynes, Joseph: the 46th President of the United States of America. Known by his opponents as the Emperor of Lies, Keynes is most famous for his decision to forcefully dissolve the Lower House of 121st Congress (also known as the Rebel Congress) after they attempted to remove his emergency powers, that he inherited from his predecessor durring the 2nd Great Depression

Rebel Congress: Raised and funded by a grass roots movement from around the US, a multi-partisan group who promoted liberty and adherence to the Constitution gained control of the Lower House with the mandate to rebuild freedom in the nation. But in their first weeks they were forcefully removed from office, the Lower House permanently dissolved, as they refused to allow the President, Joseph Keynes, more authority to go to war with China. They had also sought to reduce his power to that of which the Constitution intended. The Senate at the time, (Also known as the Imperial Senate by,) backed Keynes, as did the states. It was on this impotice, that the states and Senate dissolved the origional Constitution.
In July of 2018, the Rebel Congressmen anounced that they had impeached Keynes. News of this was not brought to the public, but the Rebels were declared terrorists and most fled into hiding.
In 2028, The March, claimed control of Southern California. Many of the Rebel Congress joined the March after this...
In 2036 after the outbreak of all out civil war, the Rebel Speaker, Grant Schiff, was declared President Elect by the states under the March....

The March: Led by General Aaron Meyer, the March began as a simple LA riot in 2018...

General Meyer, Aaron:... Born in the year 2000, Aaron Meyer grew up during the Depression. Seeing the economic destruction around him, and suffering personal torment at the hands of Peter King...

Peter King: ...

Understanding the Understanding

This post is on going, check back on the edits.

Francois D'Urban
The Sons of God: Notes on a Lost History.
Understanding the Understanding.

I scratch my head in wonderment at what I have discovered. It is hard to believe my own eyes. Hard to comprehend what I am seeing here before me. It is near inconceivable that this is more than ten thousand years old.

"By this, it is possible to predict that at some point, in the very distant future, intelligent life will have Understanding of the universe inbuilt into its genome."

It is clear that this ancient race understood genetics, but what is this implying? I can only speculate but it seems definite that Understanding means more than just simple comprehension of science. Considering current theories on genetic memory, it might be possible that our knowledge could be passed on from generation to generation... Perhaps these people, knew how to access it. I have spoken to a physicist, and he believes that it is more likely, were it at all possible, that Understanding works in the same way as muscle memory. We learn an action thoroughly and can repeat it subconsciously. The Physicist pointed out that we subconsciously understand that if we push on something it pushes back equally, so he believes that it is entirely plausible, if not possible, that if we reached the point of understanding why that happens subconsciously we would have greater a command of our universe.

This leads to the next portion of the text:

“These, future beings, may attain the latent ability to access knowledge of time and space, from the perspective of a multi-dimensional observer. They could manipulate metabolic, cardiac and other bodily functions at will, or even by inherent evolutionary programing. It is possible they may even be almost immortal."

I find this remarkable. The possibilities, if this were true, are incalculable. I shudder to think what I would do with all that power... A thing only a philosopher could begin to contemplate.

“With the nearly infinite potential of intelligent life, one is compelled to accelerate the process of evolution by not simply relying on random forces to guide non-random replicators; being intelligent life. As seen as we are a force in and of ourselves, why not seek to guide ourselves to a higher Understanding of our own universe, by programing the outcomes of our own evolution?
Think of it as fruit on a tree of knowledge, that is too high for a certain species to reach. The laws of the universe prevent that species from attaining that fruit of Understanding, but we, as the most advanced of all intelligent life, can simply take the time to fly up and pass it down to them, taking a number of bites for ourselves."

So it seems this race believed themselves capable of bettering evolution, perhaps they even succeeded to some degree. I am anxious to uncover more of what is buried here, it seems the wall extends further along this side of the mountain.