But it just might be something better! Has this ever happened to you? You're perusing the King of Cockroaches hoping that worthless guy has finally put up another post to tell you what the heck has happened to Ch'Loi, Amis and Kurga and ... nothing.
So you scroll down to that picture of Chofa hugging Ch'Loi that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy...or makes you wish you were being hugged by someone all warm and fuzzy and you think to yourself, "self, how cool would it be to have a sweatshirt or a tank top or a v'neck with this picture on it?"
Well, now you can! No really! Chofa and Ch'Loi are on clothes and you can really, really buy them! No really! Go to my brand, spanking new society6 page and take a look around! They're there with a couple of friends! Including a clock with Ch'Voga and the harvest-that-chose-not-to-harvest on it! Too cool! Surprise your friends with an hour long dissertation on why you have a clock that sorta looks like a yin-yang but has a jewish looking lion and a cyborg on it! Oh the laughs! i'm laughing now just thinking about it. So why wait? Go today! And if you don't see something you would like to see, drop me a comment and let me know what my next titanic struggle with photoshop and web based design should be!
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Hey y'all, sorry to take an unscheduled hiatus from the life and times of the Girl named Son. i'm over on my Rabbit Trails following a... um... yeah, tangent. i'm writing and illustrating a comic just to see if i can. Check it out if you're so inclined and haven't already seen it on my flikr, tumblr or fartbook page.
Meanwhile, don't fret, i'm still plotting and scheming and the roaches will crawl back out of the walls soon enough.
Thanks for your support!
Rayjay took his eye from the deck mounted telescope, his jaw set in a hard
line.Kurga took a turn with the
glass and commented, “what an odd bird.”
Master trader, odd indeed, if it were a bird,” to Amisbhake he said, “we seem
to have picked up a tick.”
kind of tick can fly?” Kurga asked.
kind,” Amisbhake said, “militaries use to track possible targets.Just scouting us?”
we haven’t blown up already, I would assume so, yes,” the Captain answered.
could still be coming.”
Kurga asked, “what could still be coming?”
don’t think so.It was only luck
we noticed it at all.They would
not trust to luck.We most likely
picked it up at the Caravanserai.If they only meant to destroy us why let us cruise on so long?”
would want to destroy us?What’s
scratched his chin, “To make sure no one found us?”
are well off the normal trade routes, who would find us?”
do you mean, “find us?””
Rayjay put his finger to his mouth.“Shh, adults are talking.”To Amis, “Because we are a trading vessel well off the trade routes with
a hold full of plague victims, to a military mind we are threat.”
couldn’t possibly have any idea what we are up to.”
could they? When we don’t even
know what we are up to.”His eyes
slid to Ch’loi, only for a moment but Amisbhake hadn’t missed it.“I tell you, even if it were not
illegal to be this far out into the Sea, they have every reason they need to
eliminate us precisely because they do not know what we are up to.”
yet, they are just following.”
see where you’re going.”
wish I could say the same,” Rayjay said.
do i!”Kurga threw his hands up.
would you mind explaining the situation to Mr. Din Allorowro.We benefit from his cooperation, not
Rayjay bowed, “Apparently his but not mine.”
whole conversation took place on the sterndeck by the wheel.Ch’loi had remained where she was in
the bow with her book.Amisbhake
went to her now.“Pyanuka*, how
long will you keep counsel only within yourself?”
much longer.One is almost
is not one.One is among kin.”
looked up at him sharply and her eyes, still somewhat unreal despite all the
amazing work of the physicians and their uncanny vats where they grew flesh
like the dairymen grew cheese, gave him a barely repressed shudder.
will not like it.”
not.Trust us.We will follow you even into
death.”He looked over his shoulder
and amended, “I at least will.”
is what one fears.”
(*"Pyanuka": a term of affection used mostly for children)
you unhappy here, Ch’loi?” Chofa asked after the morning meeting had broke up
and the counselors had all gone their separate ways.She would normally go to her lessons, learning how to read
and write and behave in a completely new society but she had lingered and he
sensed she wished to speak with him alone.She sat next to him on his divan, her smallness all the more
pronounced by her posture, as if she were trying to fold herself even smaller.He poured them each a fresh cup of
coffee, adding a straw for hers; she was so nearly healed but still struggled
with swallowing.She examined the
dark fluid in her fragile cup for a long time before answering.He was comfortable with the silence.
does not know ‘happy’.One has
heard the word but one cannot smell it.It makes no fire.”
makes no fire,” he repeated.He
had learned by now what she meant.“What is making fire for you?Where do you burn, Ch’loi?”
is not useful.One only
takes.One has no purpose.”
child takes, does a child have no purpose?”
child’s purpose is to grow, one is already in the adult phase.”
did you know your purpose before?”
has always been ruled by need.The
need to obey the Primary.The need
to harvest.The need to feed the
kin.The need to defend the
kin.Then the Firemaker came and
one needed to know where the fire came from, what the fire meant.This new need was stronger than former
needs; it chose a new purpose for one.Then the kin rejected one and one needed kin.The Firemaker fed one and made one kin to the
Firemaker.The Firemaker gave one
a purpose and one obeyed the Firemaker.One brought the Firemaker and one to this kin-home.Now the Primary feeds one, the Primary
has made one kin of the Primary.The Primary defends one.Now one has no needs but one, a purpose.”
purpose is to heal.”
procedures are complete.One is
nearly healed and utilizable again.”
have your lessons…”
is necessary, learning is vital, but learning without knowing one’s purpose is
inefficient.One does not know
what is best to learn, what will be useful.”
you asking me for a reason for living or just a job?”
these not the same thing?”
rubbed his eyes.“I haven’t had enough
coffee for this conversation.”
one pour the Primary more?”
that’s not what I… yes, yes you can!There, I’ve given you a purpose.”
poured him a fresh cup, fixed it as he liked and handed it back to him.“The Primary is joking.”
he is.He is stalling because he
feels ill equipped to decide your fate, daughter.”
this not the purpose of the Primary?”
is, but I am actually the Secondary.Yahweh is the Primary.”
studies the Firemaker’s book and is learning much but one still has this
need.How does the Primary..”
does the Secondary..”
does the Secondary determine the Yahweh’s will in such cases?”
set down his coffee and motioned for her to do so.He enveloped her hands in his great paws and said, “We ask
i'm on vacation but never fear, that means i have time to work on work that isn't work to me and no one acts like i should be doing something more constructive. Well, no one but my son who thinks if i'm not throwing, bouncing, splashing, bumping or setting a ball with him then i'm doing nothing.
There are people in Kosovo kidnapping others and harvesting their organs for the black market. There is a market for illegally harvested organs. There are people kidnapping girls to use as sex slaves. There is a market for sex slaves. There are people selling their sons and daughters. There is a market for sons and daughters. There almost isn't a country left that doesn't have unrest and armed fighting in its streets. There has never been a better time in history to be rich nor a worse time in history to be poor. There has never been a wider gap between the two. What used to be sins are now inalienable rights. Murder is now contraception and assisted suicide. The church now has a greater divorce rate than the secular world. Faceless, soulless corporations now have the same rights as people but with far greater power and influence and no conscience. Children are showing up on our doorsteps, homeless, hungry and afraid and we think the answer is more guns and laws on the doorstep. Famine, drought and diseases we should have eradicated by now kill millions but we do nothing because those millions are in countries we don't care about. We build elaborate homes for our cars while others sleep under tarps. In a world where nothing is wrong, power is the only right. It's not a lack of resources, laws, guns, money or power or will that's the problem, it's a lack of prophets. It's a lack of the fear of Yahweh. It is the prophet's job to call us back, to open our eyes and ears and turn them inward to see the sin in each of our hearts and outward to see the God-man wanting to heal those hearts. The train of the world is running to the end of the track and it's only picking up steam. Now more than ever we need to repent and return to God. Who will call us back?
beauty ignored and hand built wonders disdained, here I find you with your nose
in that book.” Ch’loi looked up at
the voice of Counselor C’yashi.
“If I did not believe you were Ch’voga’s disciple before, you have
successfully removed all doubt.”
looked out at the view of the city and surrounding countryside they had from
the palace tower.The quick
refocus of near to far hurt her new eyes so she turned back to the book.“There is much to learn and buildings
and mountains are mute teachers with little knowledge.”
“What?Little…?Could you be so blind, child?Each building tells the story of the builder.Each home reveals the life of those who
dwell within its walls.All
collected they tell the history of a culture and a people and predict its
those mountains, they have seen it all. They stood there ancient, unchanging,
unfazed and unmoved long before men dreamed up the words in Ch’voga’s book.”
does not know how to read sticks and stones.”
one just needs a teacher?”
looked at him as he sat down on a bench near where she squatted.“Perhaps,” she allowed.
all, once you didn’t know how to read the words in Ch’voga’s book either and
apparently Chofa’s tutors have that remedied.As you say, there is much to learn and not all of it can be
found in books.”
the Counselor offering to teach one?”
one asking the Counselor to teach?”
I’ve seen.Many teachers, yet all
they teach is that book.A rather
felt the words of this book make fire.”
confess I have no idea what that means.”
I see,” he said.She turned back
to the pages and he seemed lost in thought.He interrupted her reading a moment later, “you know, it’s a
funny thing, destiny.”She looked
up at him.“If you think about it.Just a few short years ago, I sat in
this same spot, having a very similar conversation with Ch’voga.I have a.. a talent for seeing the
future. It's what gives me value as a counselor. I hesitate to call it a
gift.It’s a blessing and a curse
really.Did you know it was I who
convinced Ch’voga it was his destiny to be a missionary?I sent him into that desert.What grief I bore when he did not
now I look at you and think, no.No, I was right all along.It was his destiny to find you.I had not misread the signs.So, in a way, I’m responsible for bringing you here.And now here you and I are, in the same
spot and destiny verily dances in the air around us.”
is not familiar with destiny.One
heard the Fire-maker.One made
choices.One obeyed the
Fire-maker’s words.One is here.”
course you did dear.I’m not
saying any of that is not true.I’m just saying there are forces arrayed which we do not always perceive
but are true as well.As true as
looked at the mountains, faded and hazy with distance and her weakened
eyesight.“Does the counselor perceive a ..destiny for one?”
“No child, such is not the question you
should be asking.No one has the
right to tell you what your destiny is.I cannot claim to know your destiny.I’m merely … a guide.”
smiled. “To your destiny. The
question you would ask, if only you knew to ask it, is: what do you, Ch’loi,
legacy of Ch’voga, most fervently desire?”
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Aedlin!” Kurga said.“They’ve
stopped the waterfalls.And I do
believe the lake is smaller too.Come to think of it, the whole place looks kind of run down.”
long as they still can supply us with water, it could be a shed and a hand pump
for all I care.You will aid
Captain Rayjay with the negotiations for our provisions?” Amisbhake asked.
“Delighted.The Emperor will probably gift us what
we need, so excited will he be to see another holy person.”
sitting among the baggage, slashed the air in front of her, yet it was
Amisbhake who spoke.“No,” he
said, “you will present us as traders.Nothing else.”
I thought..”Kurga looked at the
girl, “don’t you want to meet with the Emperor?”
her voice was as light and tremulous as dust lit by stained glass, “would I
want to do this?”
“Why?Why?Why because I thought the idea was to proselytize.To spread Yah’s message of peace, love
and whatever comes after that. Ch’Voga
seemed rather keen on it.”
am not the Fire-maker.Aedlin is
not my calling.”
your.. well, what is your calling?”But she would not speak anymore and Kurga knew from the look in
Amisbhake’s eye that he was not welcome to push.“Ah, well, all things reveal themselves to the patient.Looks like a delegation is coming out
to meet us anyway.”
came alongside the quay and the gangplank was settled.The delegation didn’t look threatening
or welcoming.It looked bored.This was routine.The toady at its head opened a scroll
but never looked at it.“The
Emperor of the Sand Sea welcomes his honored guests to his capitol of Aedlin,
the Jewel of the Empire.He
blesses you by the gods and prays your stay here will be one of fortune and
good luck provided your papersareinorderandtaxesarepaidinfull.Here is a list of currencies and trade
goods no longer acceptable for tax purposes by order of the Chief Steward.”
how is ol’ Khop these days?” Kurga asked.
toady turned one baleful eye in his direction.“Dead.Tea is
provided for your refreshment as you are to enjoy the privilege of the search
of your ship for impurities.Please to step aside.”They
were made to exit the ship and stand on the quay as the desultory soldiers
ransacked their goods looking for contraband.
looking to supplement their pay with whatever they find,” Captain Rayjay
probably code for ‘whatever fits in my pocket.’”
cheer up Captain and have some lukewarm lake water with some leaves tossed in,”
Amisbhake sipped his, “mm, poison sumac I think.”
would seem the jewel of the Empire is anthracite.Hear now, here’s a familiar face.Ho there!” Kurga hailed the wharfmaster.“Well met, friend, what’s the
news?”The wharfmaster began to
tell them of his bunion and the horrible fee he would have to pay to have it
removed, “yes, yes, I can see how that would be troublesome.Almost as troublesome as removing and
replacing a Chief Steward.”
has Rizzlethop gotten the axe too?I hadn’t heard!”
sure he hasn’t, (long life to him) I was referring to the Khop who was Chief
Steward when last I weighed upon your hospitality.”
“Really?Had you not heard of his removal?It came shortly after the succession of
course, surely you must have heard.”
now you’re just poking my belly.Everyone in the Empire and beyond follows the successions.Are you so removed from politics?”
would be amazed how far one has to go to hear no news of the Empire.So the child is no longer Emperor?”
no.He was called to join a
monastery in one of the far off provinces, I forget which one, not being a
religious man myself and made his Vizier Emperor in his stead with full rights
and lineage of succession.Very
very generous indeed, one wonders if he knew what he was doing.And the people, the people are happy
with the new emperor?”
are people,” a dismissive wave, “keep them fed, keep them busy and they don’t
really care who sits in the throne room.But overly principled people, religious fanatics, you know the type,” he
elbowed Kurga, “Zealots who take their faith so seriously, they make normal
people nervous.Trust me, the
people are better off with a bureaucrat than a crusader.You know what I mean?”
looked over the man’s shoulder at where Ch’loi was squatting and reading
Ch’Voga’s copy of the Holy Scriptures under a parasol held by the Royal
Counselor who was not a bodyguard.“Yes, yes, I think I do.”
i have a third installment written, i'm just struggling with the illustration. In the meantime, here's a portrait of Amisbhake to tide you over and a excerpt of the conversation he had with the artist...
"Will this take long?"
"About two or three hours."
"Only? And I'm not supposed to move in that time?"
"I'd rather you didn't, no."
"That may present a problem."
"I may get hungry and eat you."
"Just kidding. Fear not, I am a vegetarian."
"Oh, you had me worried there for a second!"
"Terribly sorry. Are you quite recovered now?"
"Yes, just a momentary shock."
"Good, good. Because if I don't like the portrait I may kill you anyway."
“Ch’loi?” It was the voice of the Great
Primary. The voice of the
benefactor. The voice of the
Fire-maker’s .. originator. There
was no cast for “Father.” The
Harvester-known-as-Ch’Loi struggled with the concept. ‘Kin’ it understood.
It had many kin. This was a
type of kin. A special type with
special privileges and bonding rituals.
The Harvester-known-as-Ch’loi had never been held and gripped as the
benefactor had held it, like a restraint..yet with gentleness. As if the benefactor was giving something
instead of taking. Sharing. Not in the harvester way. Not the way the hive took a harvester’s
bounty from its crop. Not with a
frenzy of pain but with… Again the
wall of silence. The
Harvester-now-known-as-Ch’loi wished for the words of the Fire-maker. New words that brought back old
meanings. There were no fires of
ideas and concepts without words.
the voice said again.“Can you
hear me?I thought you said…”
new voice, the primary of the physicians, “it will take some time, the hardware, if you will, is sound, the mind must learn to use it.Make new connections from the brain to the…”
thinking the Harvester-known-as-Ch’loi cast, “Not thee.”A sound frightened it!It jumped, or tried to.Something held it down.It strained, it was so weak.
Yah have mercy!The bonds..!”
hold, Sire.Amazing!So quickly!Truly a beautiful piece of engineering!”
you must not be afraid.I am with
Harvester-known-as-Ch’loi ceased struggling.“Your eyes are… not ready yet.Much of your body is different now.How do you feel?”
wanted to slash, “No!” but its arms were held fast.
do you feel?Tell me, are you in
wanted to chop.
words, Ch’loi.You have them now.”
“Hoort.”The sound made it jump again.It was so loud!So close!It happened when she cast!
much, Ch’loi, how much do you hurt?Is it bad?Would you like
to sleep instead?”Strain.“I feel your arm trying to answer, use
your mouth.Learn to use it.It will take practice.Is it bad, the hurt?Do you want to sleep?”
“No.”Only a little jump.“Not ..thleep.”It felt now the organ that made the
sound.It moved and was ..filled
with something, something new and flexible and it could feel itself, touch
Harvester-called-Ch’loi explored this little cave with the flexible organ and
realized, “Not tooth!”
we took that out.It wasn’t a part
of you, not what you were, what you were meant to be.”
will learn, you will learn how to drink and eat! Do you remember eating?There will be many
things to learn, to discover.Most
can wait till your strong.But
tell me, Ch’loi, what do you remember?Do you remember a time before this was done to you?Before the tooth?”
“No.Tooth alway.Need alway.”
don’t remember a home?A mother or
a father?You don’t remember where
you came from?What you were?”
“No.Tooth alway.Need alway.”
“You don’t remember a time before the tooth, a time when you were.. a little girl?”
you well, Mr. Din Allorowro Vela D’Pomani D’Moro?” Amisbhake came up beside him
on the rail of the skiff.
am well enough, Sir.Overjoyed to
be free of the Docks if somewhat…ill at ease to find myself once again putting
out into the Sea again.And
please, if we are going to be companions on this journey of several months, I
am going to need you to call me just ‘Kurga’.”
are ashamed of your family’s history?”
“No.Quite the opposite actually, I believe
I bring shame to it.It is better
for them if everyone just thinks Kurga has failed, not the ignoble son of a
great house has failed.”
see.You feel the weight of
people’s expectations for you.That can be a heavy burden.”
have no idea,” Kurga said, then amended, “or do you?I’m sorry, I really don’t know anything about you…or your
rather silent companion.Where is
seems rather frail.This is not a
journey for the weak you know.”
great, hulking Tigra bodyguard raised one eyebrow, “She is stronger than she
appears.How much did you know
about Ch’Voga when you sailed from here with him?Did you know his family?His past?His
really, no.I met him in a
dockside café.We both wanted to
go east.He had a contact with a
boat but no money.I had a contact
with money but no boat.That was
all I needed to know.I took him
to be another child of privilege on a summer project of social justice.”
would seem then, you are developing the habit of traveling with strangers.”
Kurga raised his waterskin, “Here’s to bad habits with better outcomes!”He took a drink, wiping his muzzle with
the back of his hand, his mother would be appalled, especially if she knew how
much liquor he had added to the water.Maybe this musclehead was right, he really was developing a lot of bad
habits.“Well, then Mr. Amisbhake,
let us not tempt fate.Tell me a
little about yourself.”
would you like to know?”
said you work for the Viceroy?”
what’s it like being a bodyguard of a near-king?”
am not his bodyguard.Others do
I had assumed from your.. you’re not a..?Well then how big are..?”The eyebrow went up again and Kurga regrouped and restarted before he
heard about another of his bad habits, “So what is it you do for the Viceroy?” “I sit on his council.”
“You’re an advisor?”
“Well, fancy that.”
“Yes. Fancy that.”
“Must be… interesting.”
“It can be.”
“Probably took a lot of schooling.”
“Yes.” The sand hissed under the boat. The rigging creaked.
“Why is she named, ‘Son’?” Kurga blurted.
The Tigra smiled, “I was wondering when you would get around to asking me that.”
So Novella one of the King of the Cockroaches is complete. i'm in the process of piecing together all the writings and sketches into a rough draft of sorts, a prototype to hand to my crash-test sweeties who don't get their readings from the fancy thinkin' box. Novella two is firmly started... in my head. But don't worry, this convoluted journey of Ch'loi's doesn't end here. She won't let me stop now. Even if no one else cares, i want to see what happens to her next. Especially knowing what her plan is. So pray for me, the forces arrayed against both her and i are myriad and mighty, but the God i serve is mightier still.
He entered the tent and took in the scene.Phinehas sat like a toad on his divan,
jeweled warts sparkling in the lamp light.The cloying stench of incense nearly made him sneeze and the
brothel/bilge/stable smell of the docks where his days were consigned was a
fresh breeze by comparison.Phinehas had guests he saw through the smoke haze and darkness, a young
girl and her hulking Panthera Tigra bodyguard.“You called for me, Master?”
“Ah, Kurga!Here you are, and not a moment too punctual.I’ve nearly exhausted my anecdotes of the Sand Sea trying to
entertain our guests in your lassitude.Sit!”Kurga sat where he
was, right on the floor, knowing he would not be offered a chair.“These lovely people have some
questions for you, you will be polite.” The usual threat of violence if he failed to be ‘polite’ was
left off, probably for the delicate company’s sake.
“How may I be of service to my Lord’s guests?”He did not look at them.He only looked at the table, eye level
before him and its bounty of foods and glistening crystal glasses of cool wine.
The bodyguard spoke, “Are you the Kurga who accompanied
Ch’Voga on his missionary journey into the Sand Sea in the cycle of Aven in the
time of T’wend?”
An invisible fist squeezed Kurga’s heart at the mention of
“Would you be willing to guide a second expedition as far as
the caravanserai where he purchased Ketra the slave girl?”
“Ha!” Phinehas barked.“It is most fortunate for you that he is my property and you cannot have
the ill fate of being led on an expedition arranged by this son of a motherless
goat!All who trusted in him
before lie with the ancestors a’waiting their turn to whip him in hell!And the lucre put in his porous paws
found its way to other’s coffers and this leaky vessel was foolish enough to
return destitute and begging for mercy!Mercy?!The only mercy here
is for you my esteemed guests as I will not release him to be your executioners
There was a whispered conversation between the girl and the
bodyguard.“How much?” the
bodyguard then asked.
“Ten lifetimes would not be enough to pay me back!”
These people spoke Phinehas’ language.The merchant was stunned.He had expected them to haggle and had
set his first price far above his actual asking price.They had countered by quadrupling his
wildest expectations.Robbed of
any basis for further negotiating, the deal was set.Kurga should have laughed.Phinehas who had just come into a king’s ransom could not
enjoy any of it for wondering how much more he could have had.Two things checked Kurga’s mirth
One was the shock.It was a king’s ransom!And
it had been paid for him!Why?He was nothing but a
disgruntled slave and a failed businessman.All his schemes, all his plans, all his designs had led him
to a lifetime of servitude to a tyrant with no chance or hope of freedom save
in death.And now he walked out of
the tent into the light of the brilliant sunshine for the first time as a free
man!It was madness!Who would do such a thing?Who was this girl?
And that was the second thing; the eyes of the girl.They were eerie, chilling as clear blue
ice, older than a glacier yet as new as last night’s frost.
And they were fixed on him.The bodyguard led them to an outdoor café where Kurga was
treated to the first meal he had eaten which was not rice and muddy water in
longer than he could remember.He
temporarily forgot the girl’s eyes while he made an ass of himself stuffing his
face.He was ashamed of himself
but not enough to quell a burp after polishing off thirds.The bodyguard had eaten nothing but
vegetables (how does one get so big on vegetables?) and the girl had eaten
nothing, merely sipping her tomato juice through a straw.He looked at her closer, around the
eyes the dark brown fur said she was Eastern, Mwang-Tai.He should know.He’d seen enough of them when Jacques
and he finally made it across the Sea, but there was something different about
her.Something that also made her
look old, older than the hills in a body that obviously marked her as late
teens.Her direct stare for
“Who are you?” he asked wiping his mouth on his filthy
“I am Amisbhake,” the bodyguard introduced himself, “servant
of Chofa, the Viceroy most high and guardian keeper of the Paschimi
Goh’cranna.This.. is Ch’Loi.”
The Harvester-called-Ch’loi remained motionless and
listened.The Need was as nearly
still as it had ever known.Its
hearing was remarkably acute.It
had always thought the Need made its hearing sharper but that was apparently
only true in the painful sense.Now, it registered sounds and conversations all over the building in
which it lay.One voice above all
however drew its full attention.
“How is he?” Chofa asked the primary of the physicians.
“Stable, my lord, healing itself at an unimaginable rate.All we really need do at this point is
“A matter of self-preservation as well, I reckon.”
“Indeed, Lord Amisbhake.The creature…”
“Apologies, my lord!It..he..Ch’loi’s body is a highly efficient machine, utilizing very
little of its intake and storing the vast majority, yet its augmented appetite
is nigh insatiable.It-he is
always starving, as it were.Always hungry.Yet is
always in possession of plenty.”
“How is that possible?”
“It seems it was designed to store the food product…”
“’Food product.’Ha.There’s a delicate term
for people’s guts.”
“Peace Amisbhake, let her speak, continue lord surgeon.”
“The ichor if it please the Lord Counselor then, is stored
with astounding efficiency but it is nearly unable to access it except in times
of most dire need, and even then entirely involuntarily.”
“The food he stores is for another,” Chofa said.
“So it would seem.We are removing nearly as much ichor as we pump in and then re-using
“Recycling?Feeding him his own stomach contents?” Amisbhake asked.
“Crop contents in actuality but indeed.It’s a truly fascinating design.A marvel of applied bioengineering that
is completely lost today and we are most fortunate to study.”
A new voice spoke, “Which could mean a boon in the
elimination of the Monotooth scourge altogether, could it not doctor?”
“It certainly could go a long way, Lord C’yashi.”
“I’m not interested in killing him,” Chofa interrupted, “I
want to save him.”
“Save him, Milord?”
“Lord Surgeon, if Ch’loi is willing, I wish to heal
him.I wish to make him.. a person