First time I read this I thought that this story has more in common with our world than that of 40k.
Best answered by one of my maxims, 'People change, at they don't change at all'.
In this context it means things will be much the same for most people in the 41st millennium as they are today. The blackness never alters. It's something of a recurring theme for me.
There's very little reference in the story to anything really concrete. The Trooper is suffering under anomie, he doesn't agree with the riots but he doesn't agree with the 'walled committee'. He's outside the society norm, which means horrible brutality on both sides. His societies values are not the kind of values he wants to have. The people of the planet are evil, and this is something I'm going to address in the next piece, 'As It Should Be', Mono's side of things.
He's somewhere outside good or evil, 'police the peace by the clock, whether that time is right or wrong' and isn't really sure where he stands. The opening paragraph at the beginning is at the very end of the war. Evil has won, and the planet is about to be wiped. Only the grey ghost of cause-and-effect outlasts Evil, to be annihilated by the end of all things.
This one was very surrealistic, very 'unreal' in some strange way, and I like it.
Yeah... it was strange how it turned out. I was keeping a leash on the unusual, but this one came out in a dreamy trance of an hour. I really couldn't stop writing for it, I was on a tight timescale. The ending had me in tears of awesomeness in my head that morning, but it seemed blunted somehow. It needs more actual writing.
The only thing is that some sections pass by too quickly, like the dead woman in the bed. Personally I wouldn't like to know what has happened there (I'm not into that kind of stuff) but generally the reader needs more to fully understand what's going on, otherwise it just ends up as a grotesque scene. Give us more details, give us more emotions, more, more, more! Or it could end up merely as a series of quick flashes.
The Trooper is talking to a corpse, with about 40 minutes until everything that ever was is being destroyed. Consciousness is wiped with Cyclonic torpedoes. He
is in a rush, but yes, I agree, it does need 'more'. More body to the text. He needs to walk round more as well.
Quote from: Ukos Sa'cea Rienn on Yesterday at 05:37:51 AM
P.S. "Clean" is good!
I second that. Very well done! And good luck in the contest!
Thanks. This was a rewrite of a story I did 3 years ago, taking the basic idea (ragtag trooper finds dying enemy trooper from conquering side, thinks of killing him, but realises he cannot, as they are brothers in the human race. Falls to his knees with tears misting his vision.) I adapted the first part from that, then the rest of the thing seemed to write itself.
'Clean'- That was the first story I had written, originally for a short story part of an exam.
The idea itself was taken from a different project I was working on, and the entire piece sprang from the last 4 lines. That's the third draft of it, and since it's such a short story I could put so much more into a small space. It's been polished, so it'll work better for the contest. I don't really mind what happens with it, I just want to get my custom title!
For one, the first italics section made little to no sense to me.
I'll explain it line by line. The meanings will unfold like a flower.
Shut down, the night flipped broken worm guards, strung up broken like kiddies.
The City suffered a riot (weeks? days?), the Trooper is reading a newspaper in a deserted bar. The Arbities/police were called in and attacked.
Uptown sprayed with gutters by methadone commune.
The riots went citywide, the well off attacked by addicts to the idea of the City.
Burnt torn gutter night. Spent, churn out into a pity. Not serenity. Ghetto taking graphed girlfriends, her into a flamethrower.
Describes the scenes. The riots burned themselves out after a time, but everthing has been trashed and there is still no peace. The Trooper may have lost someone he knew or loved, a civil servant, killed by either side. The ghetto took her, though that is ambiguous. She may have been killed in the riot, died fighting on either side or was living there when it was torched. Hardly matters now, she's dead.
No disturbing the necropolis, addicts to the metropolis.
The City is a tomb, there can be no escape from society. Anarchic street crime (addict to the metropolis) only adds to this society and in tearing it down, they open the Tomb.
Irons clubbed, the hands of pity, he remains in the City.
The government is no better, the hands meant to bring peace and justice, battering innocent and guilty alike. But still the Trooper remains, he has nowhere else to go, and, perhaps, he does not want to leave. Maybe he loves the City more than the people.
Snores in a shut wake,
Is he bored by it all? Is he in the coffin, asleep, bored to death by 'civilised' commercial culture? Maybe he wants the riot.
no pity for a walled Committee. Who will thirst in the pit, spending the death time trying to get out of it?
Distrusts the government, and society at large for crushing inherently hopeful individuals who have no chance of escape.
Hope that helps, though it's not exactly profound.
Ah yeah, have youse read the end of
'The Commissar is a Man of Action' yet? It's damn good stuff.