Journal mcgrew's Journal: Sick! 9
"BLARRRGH!! Broof Blarggggggggg Glug... Oh, galaxy! AAAARGHblugblug""
"Williams, take your bag and get some fresh air. Johnson, watch his screens," O'Brien said.
"Sure thing, Sarge. Williams must have had a little too much breakfast."
O'Brien shook his head. "He shouldn't have volunteered for Venuswatch duty if he has a weak stomach."
"Aw, he'll get used to it, Sarge. I had to hit the bag a few times myself when I first started. I lost a little weight my first month."
"I'll go see how he's doing. Johnson, you're in charge 'til I get back."
"Affirmative, Sarge," Johnson answered. O'Brien went outside. Johnson said "Man, these Venusians are sick. I can see why Williams threw up, watching this sure isn't giving me an appetite."
Outside, O'Brien put his hand on Williams' shoulder. "Feelin' a little better, son?"
"Yeah, Sarge. Galaxy but those creatures are nasty!"
"I can't argue with that, Williams. What made you throw up?
"I was watching Washington. He went in a bar called..." Williams frowned, "The Dead Martian."
"Surely that didn't set your stomach off."
"No, the first thing he did was cut off three Venusians' heads, they must have looked at him funny or something."
"You'll see worse than that," O'Brien admonished.
"It did get worse. He laughed, downed some kind of drink, and propositioned a woman. When the Venusian she was with objected, Washington blew the guy's head of with his microwave gun."
"And that's when you got sick?"
"Hell, no, Sarge, that didn't even make me queasy. After Washington blew the guy's head of, the woman yelled 'Who wants a blow job?' Three guys stood up and she microwaved them. She and Washington thought it was hilarious.
"Then they both got naked and had sex right there on the bar table in front of everybody. And then..."
"Yeah?"
"I guess she was having an orgasm. She screamed out 'oh, yeah! Oh yeah! I feel like my head is going to explode!' So he shot her in the head with his microwave, and it exploded, and..."
Williams heaved again. "Sorry, Sarge. Anyway, he kept humping her headless, twitching body!"
O'Brien looked a little ill himself. "Look, Williams, we have plenty of staff today, go ahead and take the afternoon off."
"Thanks, Sarge," Williams said. "If somebody shoots that sick bastard I want to see the video."
"Sure thing, Williams. Get some rest, watch a ball game or something. You're probably going to need to eat, I think your breakfast is in that bag."
"Hell, Sarge, I may never eat again!"
O'Brien laughed. "Yeah, I know what you mean. You'll be ok in a while. Go home and get some rest before everybody starts puking."
"Thanks, Sarge. See you in the morning."
"See you. And Williams..."
"Yeah?"
"Don't eat so much for breakfast tomorrow!"
"I think I'll skip breakfast tomorrow. See you."
"See you, Williams."
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I'm trying to make the Venusians the meanest, baddest, most disgusting bad guys anybody's come up with. Is it working?
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So far, though the raw violence makes me wonder how it works as a civilization.
If some big-wig can randomly butcher people, why isn't he himself randomly butchered by someone sick of his shit? I mean the worst that can happen is you'll end up dead, which seems likely already so what stops someone from frying the guy while he is distracted?
Apply that thought to the whole society. How, with that level of unrestrained violence, does anyone survive to adulthood, much less make a functioning, technological socie
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Hmmm... a new chapter, thanks! I need to think about that a bit.
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No problem. Actually, I always wondered this about the Klingon Empire in the Star Trek universe. While I understand a warrior CLASS, I can't see a functional, technologically advanced yet pathologically violent society actually evolving.
Maybe someone else is secretly supplying the Venusians with a certain level of technology. Those bastards on Titan are awful quiet...
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True, and the Venusians are even worse than Klingons. I have an inkling of how to address that but need to flesh it out.
As to the Titanians, either they're dead or in nobot fantasies themselves, they'd certainly not be living on the surface. Of course, maybe a sequel... I kind of threw the Titanians in just to make the reader wonder if they were in cahoots (you already saw why the Venusians were really going to Saturn, but someone reading it in order wouldn't at that point).
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So, are you writing to fill in gaps? I'll read a new post, then follow the link and find it was stuff I already read. I'm guessing you're tying the various story arcs together. Am I right?
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Pretty much. I didn't intent it to turn out that way and probably spoiled it for you guys, sorry. When the Martians showed up, well...
Here's a table of contents.
Little Green Men
Martians
Venusians
Farmers [not posted]
The Death of Two Protohumans
Sick
It's the end of the world (but I feel fine)
Spies
Stratodoober Madness
Blood on the Plow
Bigfoots
Ghouls
Terry and the Nac Mac Feegle
A Night on the Town
Hadron Destroyers
Dennis is a Two Headed Martian
The Dance
[unwritten chapter]
Not a ghost of a chance
[unwritten chapter]
The
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Let me know when you have it in book form -- paper or e-book. I'd be happy to buy a copy.
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It's at about 120 pages now, I'm shooting for 150. Of course, what's posted is a very crude first draft. I figure when the first draft is done, the job will be less than half done. I hope I'm wrong about that.