I managed another 226 words of chapter 16 this lunch time. Stumbling progress consisting of lots of staring blankly and the occasional burst of productivity. Still, it is progress :)
Gibbs is just beginning to figure things out: Nothing had changed when he contemplated the Curse, but thinking about the crash had triggered vivid imagery. Was that some sort of Pavlovian reinforcement? Should he forget the Curse and concentrate on the Ascendent Elysian Pioneer? If the earlier sequence had been making connections, was the Frontiersman ship the missing link? If so, it was the crash that was in retribution for the harm done to one of the tentacled creatures. That would at least mean the intended victims of that retaliation were the ones who had committed the original offense.
But now he was seeing that alien meadow. How did that fit in? He remembered the thunderclap he'd heard earlier, the sense that outsiders were coming. That could mean this landscape was where the Pioneer's crew had collected their tentacled specimen. Gibbs looked around for something like the creature of his nightmares, and recognised one of them herding furballs. He imagined himself closer to it, imagined reaching down, taking hold of it. Suddenly he was in a space suit picking the creature up in gloved hands. He dropped it into a sample box and sealed the lid.
This extract sounds a bit like a lucid dream, only it's actual reality Gibbs is able to change. It looks as if you've done 226 words of a key plot point! Well done!
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Gibbs is just beginning to figure things out:
Nothing had changed when he contemplated the Curse, but thinking about the crash had triggered vivid imagery. Was that some sort of Pavlovian reinforcement? Should he forget the Curse and concentrate on the Ascendent Elysian Pioneer? If the earlier sequence had been making connections, was the Frontiersman ship the missing link? If so, it was the crash that was in retribution for the harm done to one of the tentacled creatures. That would at least mean the intended victims of that retaliation were the ones who had committed the original offense.
But now he was seeing that alien meadow. How did that fit in? He remembered the thunderclap he'd heard earlier, the sense that outsiders were coming. That could mean this landscape was where the Pioneer's crew had collected their tentacled specimen. Gibbs looked around for something like the creature of his nightmares, and recognised one of them herding furballs. He imagined himself closer to it, imagined reaching down, taking hold of it. Suddenly he was in a space suit picking the creature up in gloved hands. He dropped it into a sample box and sealed the lid.
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