homo sapiens beta 7: on the beach


The radiative Evita ran off with Adamstown, and Proteus plans to knit himself a striped woolen outfit to win her back. Proteus speaks with lights (which coalesced to form both Evita and Adamstown) and, starting at the beginning of the manufacturing process, he said the word “sheep” over and over before falling asleep. Of limited relevance, when he said “lightbulb,” his companion Archie swallowed the resultant glowing shape.

Proteus was awoken by nocturnal rustles, roars, and yawns,
but not a single bleat.
We must return to the ironsand beach,
he advised his mute and mildly feathered companion,
that is where the creatures shape themselves.*


Proteus arrived in time to see the final sheep departing,
the incandescent stragglers of the flock—
the Arietids rising, dwindling to star points
on their journey to the woolen constellation, Aries.

Do you think you might say “lightbulb” again?
Archie asked, I’m feeling a little peckish.


His mouth was gaping open,
evincing careless dental hygiene,
but Proteus was speechless,
so to speak.

Archie might have been an ancient bird,
but he was no Jurassic fool.

We must be logical, my friend.
Now that your creative light’s
inside me, I speak with sounds,
like Adamstown and Evita.

And you can be with her again,
your beloved stranger,
the incompatible lifeform
you only recently met.

But before I tell you how,
we must come to an arrangement.

to continue

* ironsand contains magnetite, the magnetic fields of which confined and coalesced the ionized particles of Proteus’ emanations.

aries constellation, the arietids

proto diplodocus (part above) Made by VEE, the visual evolution engine.

14 thoughts on “homo sapiens beta 7: on the beach

  1. Such rich inventiveness. The sheep departing into the sky (of course); the light in Archie which gives him voice and wisdom; and the idea that in the beginning before there were sheep (and manufacturing), was the word (for sheep). And all in pursuit of sartorial splendour. Ha.

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    • Thank you, Peter. I’m currently on a break and catching up with WP. Fashionable attire is important: particularly having any at all. I hope to delve further into the beginning and what came first in a later, possibly the last, instalment. Why not?


  2. Lots of my favorite elements in this one, Steve: “Woolen Constellation” (as an Aries, never thought of it that way but will from now on), counting sheep (insomnia is my middle name) and the mutability of the “Old Man of the Sea”!

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    • Thank you, Clarissa. When I wrote this, it was what had to happen, but I’m not sure why; some blurry childhood reason to do with wool and stars. Thinks: *I must attempt some more artworks with white wool.*

      I sometimes wonder whether anybody actually fell asleep counting real sheep. 🐑🐑🐑


  3. There goes Proteus’ plan to knit himself a striped woolen outfit… all the sheep are gone! I guess he can conjure up more sheep, but how will he manage to stay awake long enough to shear them?
    So the light bulb didn’t give Archie indigestion, but the ability to speak with sounds. He’s the one calling the shots now… he seems to be wiser than Proteus, and I’m looking forward to finding out what kind of arrangement they come to.

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    • Haha. I don’t think Proteus’ plan was the greatest in the first place; he’s not particularly rational as far as female plasmoids are concerned. It’s fair to say Archie’s logic will definitely extend to looking after himself.

      I’m hoping to finish this series before it gets out of hand. As usually happens, it’s already longer than I envisaged.


  4. Has the Garden of Genesis about to be invaded by a flying serpent, the wingman for our Proteus? Since history is written by the victors, I am not sure how it will end for our senesthetic hero. But the gift of knowledge may yet win out, even if it brakes our hearts.

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    • My experience in fantasy fiction and in life is that things can always get worse. I suspect history is mostly written by those who can sound believable tweeting or reading a teleprompter.

      My father used to tell me repeatedly that “a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.” I ignored him of course, although we’re continuously bombarded with incomplete (and biased and inaccurate) information these days. So yes, real knowledge is most certainly a gift, wherever it leads. That’s what I think, anyway.

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  5. the saga of incompatible beings forming themselves, i like that landscape, never a boring one and the quest to be different or the same is an evolutionary science waiting to be dissected. Like how you wove in the woolen Aries, I imagined soft ringed horns slowly butting against the walls of dreamless sleep carriages. A slow moving tale and when I read it I feel like its sinking into my pores. Hope your New Year spins a pretty wheel of colour Steve. Many blessings from the equator for a magnificent year ahead!!

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    • Yes, different or the same: I seem to spend so much of my time wanting the latter, and rarely, when I accept myself, the former.

      I am hoping the yarn will not ravel itself too far into next year. Thank you Gina, and wishing you a brightly threaded 2019, from the inflammable south, as well.

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      • it unravels and spirals in another dimension Steve and you could not be any or the other, you are the most unique individual I have ever had the pleasure to meet. a most amazing 2019 to you and your loved ones!!


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