Under a Starless Sky novel Chapter 38

At fourteen, one of Shen’s duties was to fetch water from the river. It had moved further from the village, and so it was a chore carrying pots of water, dangling from pole bundles. He could carry two hanging pots. He was stronger and healthier than he had ever been in his origin world. He walked on the earth easier. He felt lighter, even when carrying a burden. He passed a guy carrying four pots of water. His name was Tynan. He was huge in terms of muscle strength, and held the cliché male, almost no hips, and broad shoulders look. To complete the stereotype, he was as dumb as a box of rocks. When not carrying water, he liked to fight. Shen had wanted to remain and watch the construction of the latest building, because he was fascinated by their construction technique- but he had been compelled to go collect. TL wanted more insight; he suspected he had been paying too much attention and was given busy work. If anyone knew he had a ghost companion, no one had ever called him on it. The dialogues they shared remained in his head.

The dome under construction was just the surface of the thing. First a huge pit was dug, exposing roots, ensuring that the Sleeper Tree Roots that were exposed were not disturbed. They wanted it incorporated into the ‘under’ space, which included pillars and septic system to rival any modern septic. This matched his understanding of his own poop pit back at his cave. The dome would have plumbing to catch rain water for toiletry and gray water was channeled towards gardens. Gardens near homes were lush directly because of human waste and water use. The gas lanterns inside and outside the house were fueled by this same system. Whatever the bacteria was they used for converting waste gave the gas a particular sweet odor, and when burned it had indescribably flowery scent, like burning orange peels. An active house, always had light.

Once everything in the heart of the home was established, it was filled with a pasty white liquid, not cement, but it grew fairly hard as it dried. They built the interior using bundles of grass, bags of sand, getting everything positioned, covered itwith the same white powdery stuff, made from combination of materials, including human waste, and patted into place and shaped like clay. Crystals were pushed into the clay and would allow for natural light to shine into future rooms. Rope defined the plumbing, and different size coils of rope allowed for the size of the conduit or inner vein like plumbing of the home, for either gas, water, gray water, or black. And then, with Master’s Ceremony of Lights would somehow ignite the whole thing in a white, glorious blaze that was so intense one couldn’t look at it. Three days later, when it was cool enough to touch, they would excavate the sand and the bundles of ashes that used to be grass, smooth down any rough area, and commence living.

The domes were solid stone, and were rumored to be able to last forever. Because of that, it was necessary to make sure it was well thought out to begin with, because there were no do overs.

TL had matured right along with him. She dressed to appear like the others here, only she hadn’t colored her hair because she was not an accepted sister apprentice. She could have, no one would have known- but she maintained per their understanding. They had discussed her being permanently solid and infiltrating the ‘invisible college,’ but had decided not to. She remained his secret companion, and he joined her in secret daydream fantasies as he worked, and spent time with her at night in wake and dreams. They assimilated as much of the local culture as they could into their ‘other’ life to try and understand it.

Shen continued to not sleep in the barracks. He was permitted a tent outside the village. It was a place to sleep, that was it. Still he participated with the men. One of his chores was peeling roots, cleaning them, and putting them in a pot. When the pot was full, he would take it to the barracks where the cook would turn it into a meal for the males.

Shen loved TL. She was beautiful. This was not the Loxy he knew- as he hadn’t known her growing up because, she hadn’t grown up. She came into his life a fully mature adult, with a wisdom and aura that defied explanation. TL had all of Loxy’s memories up to the point of divergence. There would be no way for him to know she wasn’t Loxy, except that they both knew that she wasn’t. It wasn’t complicated. They knew, and yet, they continued as if it didn’t matter. If not for TL’s presence, being here would have been worse than prison.

“You didn’t attend the fire dance last night,” TL said.

“I am not interested,” Shen said.

“You understand, what you learn in the virtual world applies to the real world. You can dance if you want to,” TL said.

“Ummph,” Shen said. “I think I have already done that joke. Besides. The drums are too loud.”

“Don’t stand so close to them,” TL said. “The music allows the men to share in the altered states with the women.”

“Yeah. I don’t want my states altered by the music,” Shen said. “And I don’t want their special magical drink.”

“I think one try won’t kill you,” TL said.

“Probably won’t, but my brain is still developing. I will do drugs when I am older,” Shen said. “Besides. It’s not just a fire dance. It’s a coupling.”

“You should couple,” TL said. “That’s how they do it here. You go to the fire dance, you’re selected, you withdraw, do what teenage humans do, and come back to the fire dance and dance some more until another calls you out to couple again.”

“No one is going to select me,” Shen said.

“No one will select you if you never dance,” TL said.

“I have you,” Shen said.

“You do. The thing is, you’re not availing yourself of me, but even if you were, you still need human interaction,” TL said.

“I can’t risk gifting someone,” Shen said.

“The girls here don’t get pregnant until first ceremony,” TL said. “I have confirmed that much.”

“Yeah, I don’t understand that,” Shen said.

“I don’t either, but it’s not unheard of in the anthropological literature,” TL said. “You probably would have enjoyed growing up in Mangaia.”

“That place make’s Star Trek’s Risa and Star War’s Zeltros, seem like Victorian era monasteries,” Shen agreed. For him, Trek and Wars were the same ‘place’ for him, just different maps. He missed both and wanted to see something from both and then remembered how both had been increasingly more disappointing because it seemed the writers chosen to create didn’t understand what they were writing. He wondered why Cameron was never brought in to make a Trek or Wars movie. More than likely, they were not inept writers- but young writers who simply lacked life experience. In the old days, older people wrote the dialogue for televisions shows- likely men who had been married and understood how conflict arises, and held experience on how matters were resolved, not always peacefully, but a peace was earned. Young people raised on Disney films and the only drama they had experienced was High School dramas wrote themselves into traps they couldn’t reason or emote themselves out of, and so- plot contrivances ‘magically’ moved scenes forwards.

“This place isn’t far off. They’re much more sexually liberated than you’re giving them credit for,” TL said.

“Except that they go out of their way to remind me how unattractive I am,” Shen said.

“Go once,” TL said. “I bet you get called.”

“Called out to be ridiculed?” Shen asked. “Or worse, just an experiment to see who can stand a monster.”

“Some people like monsters. Such as the Munsters, the Adams family…”

“Ha ha.”

“I’ll be you’re Friday if you’ll be my huckleberry.”

“Oh, you are rich today,” Shen said.

“Go to the dance tonight,” TL said.

“And if an older girl calls me out, and I Gift her, I have a problem,” Shen said. “I don’t want to stay on this planet. I have a kid, I am screwed. I’ll have to stay and raise him.”

“Or take him with you?” TL asked.

“If it’s male, he might go, but if it’s a female? She’s not going to want to leave her sisters,” Shen said. “It’s best that I don’t hook up here. I don’t intend to stay. I am a visitor.”

“So, you’re anthropologist?” TL asked.

“Umm, maybe,” Shen said.

“You think anthropologist never hooked up?”

“Oh, I am sure they did,” Shen said. “People like strange.”

“You like strange.”

“Monsters?”

“I could make mine go sideways if you like,” TL offered. “Make it tighter when I split my legs?”

Shen laughed. “Fuck me, that’s an intriguing thought” Shen said.

“Anytime, anywhere…”

Shen and TL came to the place the river should be. There was no water. Clearly, two hours ago, there had been water here as evidence by the fact Tynan was carrying water. He set down his burden and tried to understand, and was tempted to follow it back and see if the stream had been dammed.

“Hurry back,” Loxy said. He recognized the voice, it was not TL- it was Loxy. The companion he thought was gone forever clearly communicated to him. Loxy Isadora Bliss. Spirit guide. Tulpa. First Officer of a Starship that was now more fiction than anything he had in his present reality. TL added: “Don’t just stand there. Go go go. Run like your life depends on it.”