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Sum0
Novel: Isis
Genre: Science Fiction
35,766 words so far  

About Sum0

Location: Leeds, UK

Home Region:
Europe :: England :: York & Leeds

Age:20

Website: http://sum0.rpff.co.uk

Favorite novels: Catcher in the Rye, Slaughterhouse-Five, 1984, The Great Gatsby, Neuromancer, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, A Scanner Darkly, The Diamond Age, The Sound of Waves

Favorite writers: Kurt Vonnegut, Hunter S Thompson, Neal Stephenson, William Gibson, Phillip K Dick, Haruki Murakami, Yukio Mishima

Joined: octobre 8, 2008

This Year: Official Participant

NaNoWriMo History:

NaNoWriMo posts: 30

NaNoWriMo buddies: 5

 

Brief Author Bio:

I'm Matt. I'm currently starting off a four-year degree in English & Japanese at the University of Leeds. I heard about the last NaNoWriMo last year, just as it was finishing, and I was blown away by its strange new concept: wait, you can just write and write and it doesn't even have to be any good? This convinced me that I should really get into writing.

I've been writing stories for years in my head, inventing characters and situations and ultra-heavy plasma-powered robotic exoskeletons, but I only started writing them down a couple of years ago, and it's only been in the last year that I've tried to explore new avenues away from the cheap Warhammer 40K rip-offs of my youth. I seem to enjoy writing about travel and using writing as a way to explore places I've either visited or want to visit, or to explore ideas, concepts or events that I feel I want to learn more about (e.g. I wrote a short story set during a present-day conflict between Israel and Lebanon). I'm also a geek at heart, so I enjoy writing SF just to come up with interesting new concepts. Here's hoping the NaNoWriMo is a success for me.

Synopsis: Isis

I married Isis on the fifth day of May,
But I could not hold on to her very long.
So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away
For the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong.

So there's this guy, right? Haven't got a name for him yet, but Norman Warren Miles is outrageous, witty, a little dangerous, rogueish, and also a biologist journalist and travel writer who might owe a little to Hunter S Thompson and Spider Jerusalem. He's out in the Central Asian plains for some reason for a piece on post-war Afghanistan, and he comes across a rural village which has been absolutely trashed. It doesn't look like bandits or whatever, more like a herd of elephants came rampaging through. He does a little looking around. He finds the trails of some massive animal in the dust and follows them back to an enormous crater dug from the dry earth. So he goes in the other direction and there's this ginormous monster thing, yeah? It's like a five-story tortoise except with tentacles and lashing tendrils and claws and good god, what is that thing?

Showing that good old SF sense of nominative determinism, he names it Kronos after the leader of the Titans in Greek mythology. Eventually it gets blown up unceremoniously. But are there more hidden beneath the Earth's surface? It would be a pretty boring 50,000 words if not!

He's married to Hannah Isis, who travels around with him in Afghanistan for a bit (as she speaks Persian) before divorcing him after she can't take any more of his crap. I was thinking about how I should introduce her in the narrative, and the first line of the Dylan song above popped into my head, so I thought I'd use that. And as it was spinning around in my head, I decided to listen to the song, and as I listened I thought - this is a perfect basis for a story! Warren falls in love with Isis, she leaves, he goes on a mad journey in search of enlightenment and riches, he ultimately fails, he comes back a little wiser, a little more mature, and finds Isis still waiting for him. Is there nothing Dylan can't do?

Excerpt: Isis

“No, I mean…” I trailed off. “Yes, you’re right, but my point is, I always felt like something big like this would occur at some point in my life, something to finally shake up the world and put it to rights. Now the Titans are here and nothing’s changed. The same governments are in charge, wars still go on, people are still deeply unpleasant to each other, I’m still me. The thing is, if giant alien creatures descending from heaven isn’t enough to change the world, then what is?”
From behind the bamboo, Sara let out a sigh. “It’s been – what, a year and a bit since you found Cronus? Give things a chance!” She giggled. “Seriously, it took the Romans three hundred and fifty years to adopt Christianity. Even though we now have these new messengers – call it the Second Coming, if you want – don’t expect revolution overnight.”
“The Second Coming. Have people actually been calling it that?”
“Oh, definitely. There’s a huge movement which regards Cronus, Tethys, and Phoebe as manifestations of God, or Jesus. And not just the usual cranks: there are some genuinely respected religious leaders – whether Christian, Muslim, Hindu – who in all honesty are very worked up about this whole thing. You can find all sorts of stuff in the Bible to back it up, too: “They will see the Son of Man coming on the clouds of the sky, with power and great glory.” That sort of thing.”
“It all fits, doesn’t it? A heavenly visitor arrives and then the establishment has it executed out of fear for their own safety.”
“You’ve got it in one. People are really up in arms about how the ITR are mishandling their Messiahs. In some circles we’re pretty much the Antichrist – literally. The Beast in Revelation has seven heads and ten horns – hey, doesn’t the ITR have seven Units and ten field teams? I’m sure I saw something about how ITR translates to 666 in some weird numerology, too.”
“It’s insane.”
“Well,” she said, “it’s not really. It’s very much to be expected, in fact. People have a curiosity about the world, and when something big like this happens they’re going to latch on to it in the hopes that it will somehow bring some meaning into their lives. It’s not a sign of stupidity, or even faulty thinking. It’s simply human nature.”
“I suppose that’s right.”
“Who’s to say that the Titans aren’t gods? They’re obviously extremely powerful beings, intelligent enough to master space travel, and there’s more evidence for them than for a bearded old man in the clouds.”
“Hang on. If Cronus, Tethys and Phoebe are part of a new Holy Trinity – what does that make me?”
“The Prophet Warren, of course.”
“I’m not sure I like the sound of that.” I sighed. “I’m wasted here. I should move to Thailand and find a Thai bride and sit in my wooden hut next to the jungle in the sweltering heat drinking iced tea and writing novels. Then I’ll catch syphilis and malaria and spend my last days going happily, deliriously insane.”

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