No Marigolds: In Which Muad’Dib Totally Brings Balance To The Force By Feeding Spice To The Master And Giving Khan A Melvin

surface of marsIt’s a weird time for me right now. I’m working exclusively on No Marigolds in the Promised Land as the original words for right now. But I’m also buying a house.

No Marigolds in the Promised LandAnd I’m getting to the point where I’m going to have to fast-forward the story a bit.

On the other hand, our boy John is discovering that, even though the Compact Universe has established that humanity wants its AI to be nice and stupid (Sorry, Neal Asher. No HAL in Geneva running the galaxy. Yet.), some of the devices so enabled can be really, really needy. Life is getting better for him, but he’s still stranded. He’s even found an AI interface based on a fellow terraformer who’s since left the planet. And she seems to have a conscience.

But I’m getting John Farno to a happy place with the help of automation, sarcasm, and another AI interface named “Elise” who is programmed in a broad variety of pleasuring techniques. (In space, no one can hear you have phone sex with the computer on your rover.)

Which means now I need to kick over Johnny’s Legos. So maybe once I establish him in his newer, more comfortable habitat, I’ll skip ahead to line up the story with the first few Compact Universe stories and maybe drop in another character we’ve already seen.

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