Stars! Supernova Genesis, A lesson in diplomacy

I found this old goof-off in a backup from over twenty years ago. It’s absurd, but it is a writing.

by El’mers Glu’e:

diยทploยทmaยทcy
noun.

1.) The art or practice of conducting international relations, as in negotiating alliances, treaties, and agreements.
2.) Tact and skill in dealing with people.

Diplomacy, the all important poor man’s ticket to success in an angry universe. We’ve all been in a bad place, low on resources, trapped in the corner of the galaxy with few planets and a strong enemy mercilessly closing in on your borders. The rest of the galaxy doesn’t care, they have their own problems to worry about. They can’t be bothered by another poor mouth to feed, and there is nothing you can offer them in payment for protection. What do you do?

Hi, I’m El’mers Glu’e, and I can help.
I’m the author of such ground breaking books as “Dismemberment, How to Cope”, and “A World of Slime”, (a guide to Ambidextrian cuisine), and in my years at the Binarian Galactic Headquarters I’ve observed numerous diplomatic standoffs. In a galaxy where you can’t trust the next guy, diplomacy is a tricky thing. You need to understand the in’s and out’s of the Howlepeenyo spice trade, and cultural issues like how the Muisirc arms dealers view baby-snatching.

The key to being a successful diplomat is understanding psychology of living beings, and how they react to stimuli. A wise man once said, “Behind every action is an equal and opposite reaction, and behind that reaction, is a fuzzy young antelope.” If I pinch the Head of State here on Binar, I can be sure that his reaction will be to order my prompt danglingโ€ฆ This is reaction.

In my years of consulting for the “Binarian E’tolyran Galactic Governmental Association of Rowing Salesmen” (BEGGARS), I’ve de-fused some enormously intense situations. Carefully view my depiction on your Nambic-plate and take notesโ€ฆ

[Namb clip=0f45 mode=transcript]
Farg Embassador
“โ€ฆ and we demand that the squm-fleas leave our qolony world! We qannot stand for unprovoqed invasion of Farg space. The qonsequences will be most dreadful.” [quiet cackling]

El’mers Glu’e
“My dear Ambassador Qumquat, I am personally sure that the Altoid Spacial Policia have no intention of keeping a force on the surface of your planet. The Altoids have had a long history of spacial symetrics and as we at Binar are certainly dedicated to lasting trade efforts between us all!”

Farg Ambassador
“We will not stand for the squm-fleas oquupation! Qlat is our world, qolonized in early moons by my grandest papa, “Big Jimmy” himself! It would be a travesty to allow our miners to be put out by squm-flea women and children! By my tiq Glu’e, if the squm-fleas do not vacate, I will release the horse! The days of generosity are over!โ€ฆ” [Wheeeze]

El’mers Glu’e
Qumquat, Qumquat, let us engage the Altoid Ambassador in peaceful contemplation of our mutual problem. Surely he will assure you as I have that the Farg people are eager to come to an agreementโ€ฆ”

Farg Ambassador
[grunt] “I am qonstantly patient with you efforts, let us qonverse with the Altoidsโ€ฆ and please don’t qall me ‘Shirley’.”

[beep] [clank] [“pfffftzzzzโ€ฆ. shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-xcssssssss. Binar’Com,
Je’ff McBri’de speaking. May I help you?”]

El’mers Glu’e
“Altoid Counsel 48, Ambassador Haime please.”

[backgroundโ€ฆ “Eth’el, keep them kids quiet!!” shhhhhtttzzzโ€ฆ]
[pfffffzttttโ€ฆ.. “ah, uhmโ€ฆ yes sir, authorization?”]

El’mers Glu’e
“The sun shines in moonlightโ€ฆ”

[“ahโ€ฆ yes sir. Connectingโ€ฆ”] [ting] [beep]
[whistleโ€ฆ.. shhhhhhhhhhhhhhpffffzttttโ€ฆ..]

Ambassador Haime
“Greetings Consul Glu’e, of what assistance may I be?”

El’mers Glu’e
“Ambassador Haime, I’m sure that you are aware of the situation on Qlat, would you come over to discuss this with Farg Ambassador Qumquat and I?”

Ambassador Haime
“Tanj!”

[fffzzzt.. “Connection closed by peer.”] [whirrrrrrh]

—A short time later—

El’mers Glu’e
“Ahh Ambassador Haime, please let the tassels brush your seat in my hu’mble office!”

Ambassador Haime
“Good Spaargo to you Consul.” [quick glare toward Farg Ambassador]

Farg Ambassador
“Your qrappy womens are a qonstant burden on my people at Qlat!! I fully expeqt to see at least 1024 by 768 resolution to this matter!”

El’mers Glu’e
“Ambassadors, Ambassadors! We must remain at rest. I assure you both that this matter will be worked out to the advantage of all who are involved. Please be patient.

I must gather the necessary documents and will return in a momentus.”

[step, stepโ€ฆ click]

[at reception]
“El’mira we may now obtain our supplies.”

El’mira
“At your request Consul Glu’eโ€ฆ”

El’mers Glu’e
“Flanagan!”

[El’mira presses a button. The wall becomes a visi-port into the Consul chambers. and Ambassador Qumquat instantly transform into neatly wrapped packages of “Baby-Soft” bathroom tissue.]

El’mers Glu’e
“Thank you El’mira, I’m positive the Emperor Twi’g will be greatly satisfied with the quality of this latest batch. Please send out the appropriate news items concerning the loss.”

Galactic Times [“Year 3435.”]
“Following a surprise meeting on Tur’nip with a Binarian Consul, Altoid Ambassador Haime, and Farg Ambassador Qumquat were disintegrated after an intense dispute over the planet Qlat. Binarian Consul Glu’e was witness to the opposing ambassadors’ quick demise as they simultaneously released their deadly twitchies. The Binarians are in deep mourning over the loss and wishes to consecrate the consul room forever in their name by erecting a new public restroom at the site. Consul Glu’e statesโ€ฆ ‘I wish to extend my dee’pest sympathies toward Alta and Farg and to express my c’oncerns that the situation at hand was not dealt with. I extend offers again to Farg, and Alta both that they would send more ambassadors to Tur’nip to complete the talks.'”
[“End Galactic Times Transmission”]

El’mers Glu’e
[Internal memo to Consul staff] “Emperor Tw’ig desires to increase our supply of ‘Baby-Soft’ bathroom tissue so that we may dominate the market. Please arrange a new Consul meeting room.”

[/end Namb clip=0f45]

So you see, that diplomacy is of utter imp’ortance! This Nambi-clip was archived 5 decades ago in the diplomatic hall of banners. In the 5 decades of the Alta-Farg dispu’te over Qlat, Binar and his Imperial Aargonoob Tw’ig were supplied with two weeks of the top quality “Baby-Soft” bathroom tissue that we a’ll love so much. Binar created the underground muffin market as well as the still profitable swimming gerb’il trade route that gives us so much p’eace and prosperity!

Diplomacy can be your friend as it has been mine. I am retired the’se past 31 years, but I still dream of the days when we could bake Borgellian hamsters over the peace pit. You too can gain the fame of being a successful diplomat for your species! If you are engaged in “talks” over borders or a dispute over planets, it pays to be a third-par’ty diplomat. If you relish the finer things in life, do not brush away your opportunity! Order my series of Nambi-clips now and receive a classic Ironium diplomacy pendant as a free gift! You will not regret this purchase.

[“Complete series of Nambi-clips are ONLY 91.778229 Binarian Credits!”]
[“To order contact the Porta-Glu’e Corporation at 45.333.53355.7:34XCV9”]

โ€ฆ and remember Glu’etonian rule number 4, “Emu’s are ALWAYS better when smokedโ€ฆ”

El’mers Glu’e

Perspective

“You did not shine on me when I needed you,” said the man gazing at the moon. His eyes glinted and he shook his fist.

“You did not shine when I lost my job.”

The moon was bright and silent.

“You did not give me your comfort when mother died or when I was in that wreck.”

“I needed you to shine when my house burned down and when my boat sank.”

The man sighed dramatically.

The moon was silent still.

“Nobody cares about me!” He waved his hands with resentment.

The moon smiled down on a nearby ant, its glow flooding the night.

The ant gazed up at the moon with thankfulness and wisdom. “You shine on everyone impartially, big and small. Thank you.” The ant bowed low.

Frustrated at the lack of response, the man turned and stomped off. Iin the process, he crushed the ant.

“What an incredibly self-centered whiner,” said the moon quietly.

“A loud and noisy speck,” agreed the sun.

Book Update – Forsaking Home

Update: Amazon released a Print-On-Demand hardcover, so I’ve added that version of my book. It looks pretty good! The hardcover version of Forsaking Home is available now (315 pages).

Previous Update: The paperback version of Forsaking Home is available. It is right at 443 pages. – Cheers!

Original post:

Over the past few years I have been working on a novel in my tiny amount of spare time. Now I am glad to say that I have finally pushed enough of the words into a pile to feel like this novel (part one of the story) is complete.

The experience of writing this many words (roughly 113,000) has been one of hope wrapped in moments of complete frustration combined with a healthy drive to learn, express myself, and finish what I started. The process has been rewarding on its own in many ways, and I am proud to finally be able to publish it.

Forsaking Home (synopsis):

Edin is a young man who yearns to break free of Earthโ€™s overbearing societal regulation. In the year 2110 he struggles to convince his pregnant wife to spend their life-savings on tickets to join Earthโ€™s first off-planet colony. After she tells him off, he shoots himself in the foot with his impulsiveness and discovers that injustice runs deeper than he imagined.

An assassin, who spent much of her young life alone on the streets of Brazil, accepts a contract from an unknown and powerful entity. She fights her conscience while navigating a treacherous path toward the completion of her contract. Her decisions will forever alter the fate of Earthโ€™s first colony and maybe even offer her a path to redemption.

When events fall into place, the colonyโ€™s launch party is tragically interrupted by the politically motivated assassination, and Edin must choose between pursuing his freedom or becoming resigned to what life on Earth has to offer.

Here is a little excerpt that I think sets the tone for the book.


โ€œSo, you’re saying that too much safety is bad for us?โ€ It seemed counterintuitive.

โ€œPretty much. Not that I wish calamity on people, though. It’s all about balance. Reward demands risk. We sent men to the Moon and Mars by risking lives and money. If we had risked more, we might have done it quicker or gone further. If we had risked less, we might not have gone at all.โ€ Grandpa looked up at the sky as if he expected to see the Fenwater Orbital Station (The FOS, as it was commonly called) streaking beyond the few small puff-clouds that dotted the blue.

Edin shrugged, โ€œSo I guess what you’re saying is that too much safety is bad, but too much risk is bad too. Like riding in a car; if we don’t go, we won’t get anywhere, but if we do, we might get into an accident.โ€

โ€œExactly,โ€ said Grandpa. โ€œBut you’re not actually free if you can’t make that choice for yourself.โ€

Edin walked in silence across the dusty ground for a few seconds before hesitantly speaking up. โ€œThen what would you say if I told you that I want to join the Proxima Project?โ€

Grandpa stopped walking and looked at Edin in a searching way. โ€œAre you serious?โ€

Edin paused. โ€œI really am, Grandpa, but I haven’t told Amanda yet.โ€

โ€œThis isn’t because of the way we talk of freedom is it?โ€ Grandpa asked. โ€œHave you thought it out, or is this just some knee-jerk reaction? Iโ€™m not saying that freedom isnโ€™t valuable, but there is a lot of finesse between theory and actuality.โ€

โ€œLook at it this way, Grandpa. I’ve always wanted to own a piece land like you do. I’ve wanted to shoot your guns, have a kid who will grow up to be a real man, and do what I want to do in general. Do I really have a chance at owning a place like this? Even playing with this potato cannon would get us a fine if we got caught.โ€

Grandpa shrugged and rolled his eyes.

โ€œYou know I’m right. We can’t have any fun or do anything interesting without breaking a law. Remember when we used to have fireworks when I was a kid? They banned every one of them for safety reasons, even the sparklers! Then those crusted bastards lumped all fireworks in with explosives, and toys are equated to weapons. Either the world is too wimpy orโ€ฆโ€ Edin trailed off. โ€œI donโ€™t see what else it could be.โ€ He looked around at the woods that were his childhood playground. โ€œAnd then I think about little Henry. It’ll be twice as bad when he grows up. Have you seen the schools? I want more for him than I have; more freedom, more opportunity, and more education.โ€

Grandpa looked up at the sky again for a moment. โ€œDon’t you think there are less drastic ways to change your future? There is a lot of good to work with here on Earth.โ€

โ€œGrandpa, there isn’t a place on Earth that isn’t owned and heavily regulated. If I join the project, I get to be a true pioneer, and I get as much of my own land as I want. I could raise my son how I want. I could work hard and take whatever risks I want in order to succeed.โ€ Edin raised his hand. โ€œHowever hard I work here I know my options are limited.โ€ He made a fist as he lowered his arm. โ€œIt is less risky here, but I won’t be anything more than I am now, except older and maybe with a little more in the bank. Anyway, I thought you said risks are necessary?โ€

โ€œAnd you havenโ€™t mentioned it to Amanda?โ€ Grandpa said ignoring the question. โ€œThis is a real, life changing choice, Edin. She needs to be an integral part of your decision.โ€

โ€œNot yet. I was hoping you’d help me figure out how to ask her. Amandaโ€™s lack of blood relatives should make it easier for her to choose. You know I’ve saved a lot of money for the house, and I want to use that for the price of membership. It would buy us complete room and board on one of the ships.โ€ Edin glanced at his watch. โ€œThat reminds me, I need to get back to town for our date tonight, and I am going to ask her what she thinks about the idea.โ€

They walked silently into the yard while Grandpa processed this news. Finally, he spoke.

โ€œWhatever you do, you have to have Amanda with you. A man doesn’t abandon his family, and he doesn’t drag them along against their will. Follow your heart, but make sure she is with you in the decision. That’s my advice.โ€


About writing: I started unskilled, with only desire and an imagination. This process has been like learning a language. Aside from talent, if any, skill does not already exist it takes patience and practice to learn. In my experience core ideas are easy, but fleshing out the details is takes a lot of time and effort. Extra time is not something I have in abundance, but I think that I have learned some efficiencies that I can use to reduce the time I need to write book #2.

Often life gets in the way, but I once saw Diana Gabaldon speak, and she said one thing that stuck with me. I donโ€™t have an exact quote, but she made the statement that a writer needs to write every day, even if itโ€™s just a few minutes. Itโ€™s true. I have walked away for months at a time and only come back when I was disgusted by my own lack of progress, but when I write every day it keeps my mind on topic and the words flowing. Thanks Diana.

Forsaking Home is not perfect, especially in my eyes, but I hope that readers find it enjoyable and that these themes come through. There is no reward without risk (which should be tempered by balance), redemption is possible, and the course of human progress has been and will be charted by a few, bold pioneers who risk everything to achieve more.

I would be thrilled if you would read Forsaking Home. It can be found on Amazon (ebook: Forsaking Home on Amazon).

Thank you for reading!

Circumstance and Locale

In the cool, deep quiet lies a covering of stillness. There, unlike any other place, my soul finds rest.

I turn, gently in place, with my eyes lifted up. The dark and otherworldly canopy radiates peace, and its ebb flows over me. I smile and close my eyes, opening up to the gentle and resolute forgiveness. What a gift in this moment. Undeserved, but mine nonetheless.

Nearby leaves flutter with joy as they are tickled by a passing breath. Light flickers as a ray penetrates the leaves. The faint but ecstatic cry of a bird pierces the silence. Rocks crunch beneath my feet.

The moment is gone, and so I move again, slowly, but gaining speed. A smoky cloud at the horizon turns leisurely, catching and consuming all that approaches it. By implacable fate, I must live within its borders, at least temporarily, and so I travel. Time and space flow past me in waves, and I feel the variations on my skin. The heat rises as the whirlwind becomes inevitably adjacent. Its tendrils tug at my clothing as they swirl by. They draw me in.

I stop to steel my mind and brace my shoulders for full immersion, and am reminded of the fleeting nature of circumstance and locale. I turn to look back. The dim, unwavering wall rises in a distant gradient. It beckons, no it reminds. I smile and turn away.

“Thank you,” I murmur under my breath.