The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Fourteen by Entomotheist, literature
Literature
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Fourteen
Tearis, Etris Lunn
August 7, 2017
2:30PM
Eric studied the Tearil architecture as he bobbed past on the back of his steed. The buildings seemed to bubble out of the ground, intertwining with tendrils of blue and magenta vines, some almost buried underneath clusters of pale pink fruits. Little blue blades of grass grew between every cobblestone, each blade curling at the top, and here and there tall pink plants with streaks of yellow at the top grew like trees.
The lead Xzeejee tugged on the reigns of her beast and brought it to a halt. The other creatures skidded to a stop around them, and the leader called out something to the Tearils, spea
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Thirteen by Entomotheist, literature
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The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Thirteen
The West
August 7, 2017
2:03PM
Nellie leaned against the sheet metal wall, listening to the sounds of the dark city outside: men’s voices, mostly, and the occasional sound of machinery and power tools. The men had dragged in a mattress and tattered blankets, but she couldn’t quite get comfortable. The mattress smelled funny, and even with noises outside, the empty little room still felt like a sarcophagus. Aleisha stood leaning against the wall next to the door, smoking a cigarette.
“Sit down,” said Nellie. “You’re making me nervous.”
Aleisha shook her head. “I don’t like it here.”
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Twelve by Entomotheist, literature
Literature
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Twelve
The West
August 7, 2017
2:03PM
Christopher Lau sat at the end of the table, chewing the end of a ballpoint pen with a BRI logo on the side of it, and said, “Can you tell me what exactly Benson’s trying to do?”
He and Maggie had been talking for the last two hours, mostly about the deaths of Maggie’s father and old Benson. It felt like an interrogation. Nellie and Aleisha were a few floors down in a room Lau had set aside for them. Lau’s office was up in the highest reaches of the factory building. It had once been a nice room, with a huge window on the side overlooking the little town and a balcony looking out
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Eleven by Entomotheist, literature
Literature
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Eleven
Tearis
August 7, 2017
11:30AM
Nellie kept her eyes on the back of Maggie’s head as they trudged through the jungle. She wished that they could have taken just enough time for her to go back to her house and grab a bottle of water, or even a stick of deodorant. Her whole body felt achy and sore after having spent the night sprawled out on the rubbery white ground. She tried to imagine how good it would feel to take a shower.
If Aleisha felt the same as Nellie did, she wasn’t saying anything. Aleisha was like that – the things that bothered Nellie always seemed to take twice as long to start to bother Aleisha. Nellie thought
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Ten by Entomotheist, literature
Literature
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Ten
Tearis
August 7, 2017
1:00PM
Eric stumbled blindly after his Xzeejee escorts as they ran through the Tearil jungle. In the heavy fog that had descended over the past few hours, he didn't know how they were navigating - it was all he could do just to avoid clusters of tangled, white plants. The leader finally grabbed him by the hand and dragged him along.
The leader seemed to notice his gasps for air and she called to the others, signalling for them to pause. While Eric caught his breath, the Xzeejees mulled about, apparently unfazed by the forty-five minute jog, and the leader gazed up into the tree-tops. She let out a shrill whistle that r
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Nine by Entomotheist, literature
Literature
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Nine
Tearis
August 7, 2017
6:13 AM
Nellie, Aleisha and Maggie stalked through the white jungle, wielding sticks they’d pulled off of trees. There were surprisingly few dead plants just lying around on the ground the way one would expect to find them on earth. Once, Nellie found a stick half-submerged in the ground, with the sticky white surface slowly growing over it.
They were going after the bubble-wrapper Maggie had seen a short distance away. The plan was for Maggie to attack the creature by herself – she would just need the two of them to pry it off of her if it attacked.
As they walked along, Aleisha asked, “So, what was
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Eight by Entomotheist, literature
Literature
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Eight
Tearis
August 7, 2017
6:43 AM
Eric awoke stiff and aching. He'd twisted his back somehow during the night, and couldn't turn his neck all the way to the left, but somehow he hadn't fallen off the branch. The sun shone through the treetops, flickering in his face. He craned his neck to look around and saw that the forest floor was still murky with fog. Eric popped his shoulders and climbed up to the topmost branch he could reach, looking over the fibrous, fungoid canopy. He held a hand over his eyes to shield them from the glare of the Tearil sun.
The planet’s terrain was flat and nondescript. There was a smudge on the horizon to his r
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Seven by Entomotheist, literature
Literature
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Seven
Tearis
August 7, 2017
6:04AM
Maggie’s eyes snapped open. She thrashed on the ground, trying to figure out where she was. She recognized the teal-blue sky, white-stemmed plants and purple flowers. The memories of the previous night came flooding back to her along with the throbbing pain from her wounds. She pulled back one pant leg and looked at the gash she’d received climbing over the barbed wire. That would have to be treated. The wound next to her ribs wasn’t much better – a little deeper, and the rocks might have gored her.
Both of her parents were dead, now. When her mother had died nine years ago, it had been h
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Six by Entomotheist, literature
Literature
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Six
Earth: BRI, Coonswater Facility
August 7, 2017
2:15 AM
The Valley terminal to Au’wm was exactly where Eric had said it would be, but he’d never said that it would be this heavily guarded. Of course it was guarded. Lilun didn’t know what she’d expected. She clenched her jaw as she walked past the rows of cold, black doorways, ominous enough without a row of armed guards standing in front of them.
Even if there were guards, Lilun told herself, there was no reason why she shouldn’t be able to go back home. She wasn’t one of the ones back down in the Hole – the men standing at the gates should know that
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Five by Entomotheist, literature
Literature
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Five
The West
August 6, 2017
11:03 PM
Eric hissed a creative barrage of expletives as he raced through the Valley. The BRI security was close enough that he could hear their boots thudding against the rocky floor. He hadn’t had time to work out any of the details of this tunnel or where it led to. Some Valleys were short, only a few feet long, and others took days to traverse even in a vehicle. He used the camera flash on his tablet to light his way as he stumbled across the rocky Western floor. This one was a short, narrow tunnel blocked with rocks and boulders. I had to pick the rough one, he thought.
He climbed up a narrow crevice and f
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Fourteen by Entomotheist, literature
Literature
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Fourteen
Tearis, Etris Lunn
August 7, 2017
2:30PM
Eric studied the Tearil architecture as he bobbed past on the back of his steed. The buildings seemed to bubble out of the ground, intertwining with tendrils of blue and magenta vines, some almost buried underneath clusters of pale pink fruits. Little blue blades of grass grew between every cobblestone, each blade curling at the top, and here and there tall pink plants with streaks of yellow at the top grew like trees.
The lead Xzeejee tugged on the reigns of her beast and brought it to a halt. The other creatures skidded to a stop around them, and the leader called out something to the Tearils, spea
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Thirteen by Entomotheist, literature
Literature
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Thirteen
The West
August 7, 2017
2:03PM
Nellie leaned against the sheet metal wall, listening to the sounds of the dark city outside: men’s voices, mostly, and the occasional sound of machinery and power tools. The men had dragged in a mattress and tattered blankets, but she couldn’t quite get comfortable. The mattress smelled funny, and even with noises outside, the empty little room still felt like a sarcophagus. Aleisha stood leaning against the wall next to the door, smoking a cigarette.
“Sit down,” said Nellie. “You’re making me nervous.”
Aleisha shook her head. “I don’t like it here.”
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Twelve by Entomotheist, literature
Literature
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Twelve
The West
August 7, 2017
2:03PM
Christopher Lau sat at the end of the table, chewing the end of a ballpoint pen with a BRI logo on the side of it, and said, “Can you tell me what exactly Benson’s trying to do?”
He and Maggie had been talking for the last two hours, mostly about the deaths of Maggie’s father and old Benson. It felt like an interrogation. Nellie and Aleisha were a few floors down in a room Lau had set aside for them. Lau’s office was up in the highest reaches of the factory building. It had once been a nice room, with a huge window on the side overlooking the little town and a balcony looking out
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Eleven by Entomotheist, literature
Literature
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Eleven
Tearis
August 7, 2017
11:30AM
Nellie kept her eyes on the back of Maggie’s head as they trudged through the jungle. She wished that they could have taken just enough time for her to go back to her house and grab a bottle of water, or even a stick of deodorant. Her whole body felt achy and sore after having spent the night sprawled out on the rubbery white ground. She tried to imagine how good it would feel to take a shower.
If Aleisha felt the same as Nellie did, she wasn’t saying anything. Aleisha was like that – the things that bothered Nellie always seemed to take twice as long to start to bother Aleisha. Nellie thought
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Ten by Entomotheist, literature
Literature
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Ten
Tearis
August 7, 2017
1:00PM
Eric stumbled blindly after his Xzeejee escorts as they ran through the Tearil jungle. In the heavy fog that had descended over the past few hours, he didn't know how they were navigating - it was all he could do just to avoid clusters of tangled, white plants. The leader finally grabbed him by the hand and dragged him along.
The leader seemed to notice his gasps for air and she called to the others, signalling for them to pause. While Eric caught his breath, the Xzeejees mulled about, apparently unfazed by the forty-five minute jog, and the leader gazed up into the tree-tops. She let out a shrill whistle that r
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Nine by Entomotheist, literature
Literature
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Nine
Tearis
August 7, 2017
6:13 AM
Nellie, Aleisha and Maggie stalked through the white jungle, wielding sticks they’d pulled off of trees. There were surprisingly few dead plants just lying around on the ground the way one would expect to find them on earth. Once, Nellie found a stick half-submerged in the ground, with the sticky white surface slowly growing over it.
They were going after the bubble-wrapper Maggie had seen a short distance away. The plan was for Maggie to attack the creature by herself – she would just need the two of them to pry it off of her if it attacked.
As they walked along, Aleisha asked, “So, what was
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Eight by Entomotheist, literature
Literature
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Eight
Tearis
August 7, 2017
6:43 AM
Eric awoke stiff and aching. He'd twisted his back somehow during the night, and couldn't turn his neck all the way to the left, but somehow he hadn't fallen off the branch. The sun shone through the treetops, flickering in his face. He craned his neck to look around and saw that the forest floor was still murky with fog. Eric popped his shoulders and climbed up to the topmost branch he could reach, looking over the fibrous, fungoid canopy. He held a hand over his eyes to shield them from the glare of the Tearil sun.
The planet’s terrain was flat and nondescript. There was a smudge on the horizon to his r
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Seven by Entomotheist, literature
Literature
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Seven
Tearis
August 7, 2017
6:04AM
Maggie’s eyes snapped open. She thrashed on the ground, trying to figure out where she was. She recognized the teal-blue sky, white-stemmed plants and purple flowers. The memories of the previous night came flooding back to her along with the throbbing pain from her wounds. She pulled back one pant leg and looked at the gash she’d received climbing over the barbed wire. That would have to be treated. The wound next to her ribs wasn’t much better – a little deeper, and the rocks might have gored her.
Both of her parents were dead, now. When her mother had died nine years ago, it had been h
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Six by Entomotheist, literature
Literature
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Six
Earth: BRI, Coonswater Facility
August 7, 2017
2:15 AM
The Valley terminal to Au’wm was exactly where Eric had said it would be, but he’d never said that it would be this heavily guarded. Of course it was guarded. Lilun didn’t know what she’d expected. She clenched her jaw as she walked past the rows of cold, black doorways, ominous enough without a row of armed guards standing in front of them.
Even if there were guards, Lilun told herself, there was no reason why she shouldn’t be able to go back home. She wasn’t one of the ones back down in the Hole – the men standing at the gates should know that
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Five by Entomotheist, literature
Literature
The Tchacata Machine - Chapter Five
The West
August 6, 2017
11:03 PM
Eric hissed a creative barrage of expletives as he raced through the Valley. The BRI security was close enough that he could hear their boots thudding against the rocky floor. He hadn’t had time to work out any of the details of this tunnel or where it led to. Some Valleys were short, only a few feet long, and others took days to traverse even in a vehicle. He used the camera flash on his tablet to light his way as he stumbled across the rocky Western floor. This one was a short, narrow tunnel blocked with rocks and boulders. I had to pick the rough one, he thought.
He climbed up a narrow crevice and f
The ocean has admitted to me
that she would be deeper if she could,
and that the mountains
aspire to be clouds.
She said that the peaks
had dipped their fingertips in snow,
some of which they'd stroked from the sky;
she said it helps them feel taller,
with a peachfuzz cape
ornamenting their shoulders.
And she said that she has made
an unholy bargain
with the rolling lava
beneath her bed;
it can touch her toes
and she can discover what it feels like
to be dry.
I asked the ocean why she would do such a thing.
She said,
"I want to be something more."
There was a dead body on Sandie's back porch, and it was trying to get in.
She wrung the coffee out of the front of her shirt, made damn sure that all of her doors and windows were locked, and called Mike.
"Mike."
"Yeah? Sandie? That you?"
"You don't know anything about this, do you?"
"About what?"
"The zombie."
"Come again?"
"Mike, there's a zombie on my back porch. It's leaving smears on the glass door. Is it yours?"
"I... Could you repeat that?"
"Zombie, Mike. It's a dead body in a puddle of nasty, and it's leaving more nasty on my door. God, I can even smell it. This is one thorough job, man."
She edged away from the door, keep
Just uploaded the first five-ish chapters from The Tchacata Machine, the online serial novel I've been working on with @RRedolfi. The rest of what we have up so far is on the website. I'm going to start posting chapters here periodically and hopefull...
I just need to get this off my chest: I've been meaning to start working on Cockroach Pentecost again and I keep thinking about going back to it.... And then every time I re-read it, all I can think is:
I really did not intend to make Nevitt look that much like Benedict Cumberbatch.
In my defense, it's purely coincidental. Cumberbatch wasn't even a blip on my radar when I did my first conceptual Nevitt sketches. He's just got that really long, oddly-rectangular face...
Sigh.
I'm back. I think. My life feels like it's starting to settle back into some kind of steady rhythm - I'm slowly getting the hang of my new job, while I start to feel more at home in my new apartment downtown. While I try to figure out what I'm going to do next, drawing these weird comics keeps me sane - ish.
I don't have much more to report. I should. I'll work on that.
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