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| Games in the Ekcolir Reality |
In my opinion, "The Middle-Aged Rookie" is not a good story. The only reason I mention it here in this blog is because it is a story about a man who hits 61 home runs and as I am typing this (on September 24th), Arron Judge has hit 60 home runs (so far) for the 2022 season. Home runs are in the air; last night Jose Pujols hit his 700th.
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| D* |
{Note (added in January 2025): Sorry to interrupt the flow of this blog post's introduction as it was originally composed. Due to my inability to accurately provide a coherent account of the events outlined in my previous blog post, that post and Part 4 of The Nanites of Love (below) were never published back in 2022. Here in 2025, enough reasons have finally accumulated for me to be forced to publish these two old blog posts (the main reason is my recognition that the events in my new science fiction story called "D*" are apparently related to the events in The Nanites of Love). However, before getting to Part 4 of the story, here is the rest of the introduction that was written back in 2022...}
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| telekinesis |
First Change. I wish Silverberg had written "The Middle-Aged Rookie" so as to turn it into a science fiction story. Easier said than done! What type of fictional science might allow a middle-aged, non-athlete to hit home runs? My future science solution to all technical problems is to apply nanotechnology.
Second Change. Allow Marks to be a designated hitter. In Silverberg's story, Dave Marks has to play right field. His inept fielding allows other teams to score many runs against...
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| Sky fiction; image source |
Fourth Change. Assuming that there is a future science-based method that would reliably allow a middle-aged person to hit home runs, then why not change Dave Marks to Daphne Marks?
Fifth Change. In "The Middle-Aged Rookie", Dave Marks is able to control the flow of Time. As a speeding fastball approaches, his perception of time slows and he is able to accurately move his bat to the position of the ball. Then, as the ball arrives at home plate, Marks magically applies his telekinetic power to smash the ball out of the playing field.
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| 1949 Avon edition |
Sixth Change. I have no idea when Silverberg actually wrote alien "The Middle-Aged Rookie", but I suspect it was well before the 1959 publication date (not too long before Roger Maris hit 61 home runs in 1961). In the story, it is hinted that the Dodgers are still in New York when Dave Marks joins the Yankees, but they were in California by 1959. I'm thinking the "updated" version of the story should be set in the near future, maybe 2023. We Earthlings are not going to be inventing advanced nanites by 2023, so the "updated" version of the story will involve alien visitors to Earth who will provide the telekinesis technology.
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| Dave, after and before |
You Are What You Eat. In "The Howling Bounders", Jack Vance imagined an exoplanet where the ticholama plant is grown and harvested as a source of the biological molecule, resilian, prized across the galaxy for its "tremendous elasticity and tensile strength".
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Teleportation, too. Is it possible that the long history of stories about "strongmen" could be based on the occasional "spontaneous" transformation of a normal human being into something extraordinary? In Part 5 of The nanites of Love, the Baltimore Orioles are in Arizona for a series of games and Daphne Marks, a coach for the Orioles, will get caught up in the improvised use of the Picacho network as a make-shift teleportation system for linking Earth to Observer Base. Sadly, as of right now (January 2025) I cannot recover my memories of what Daphne did while in Arizona.
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| the brain muscle (image source) |
The telling of my story The Nanites of Love began in 2022 and continues here in 2025, even while I continue to struggle to recover key memories of these events. As mentioned here, Eddy learned how the Grendels made use of games such as baseball to help prepare humans to attain telepathic abilities. Part 4 of the story is presented here (below), even before I have been able to fully recover my memorie of these events, so as for Part 3, this account is not entirely to be trusted...
Part 4 of The Nanites of Love (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)
I was working late and Zeta was calling to me with her powerful telepathic mating call. I was trying to complete my written account of how the Grendels had influences the spread of special gene patterns on Earth. The critical telepathy genes had been provided by Ekcolir and Grean, but sports like baseball had been used to maintain positive selection for those genes over the course of thousands of years.
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| inside the Phari base under Slave craton |
I turned back to the computer and watched the video from Rylla. Nora was also there, in the background juggling the children. Rylla said, "Please meet us at the airport. I'll explain more when we arrive, but I've followed up on my investigation of the Grendels and now... well, Nora and I feel certain that you were misled about the purpose of the Picachu network. Its real purpose is for teleportation and the effects on telepaths are only a way to prevent the teleportation system from being misused."
That was it. Zeta arrived warm from our bed and sat in my lap. She'd heard the message from Rylla and was looking at her phone. "They are on a two-stop flight, arriving here tomorrow afternoon."
Nora and Rylla and their kids had just visited us a month previously. Zeta had been starting to make plans for an up-coming visit to Perth, but now I began trying to wrap my head around this sudden change of plans. I asked Zeta, "Do you think they might be right? About Picachu."
Zeta was able to link through Tihri to the Mind Clone Network and so she had some knowledge of Rylla's latest research on the Grendels. "Yes, it all makes so much sense. In retrospect. The last time we visited Picachu we were in no condition to think sensibly. Now, given our recent experience with Jymzy, I can understand that the Grendel Interventionists must have had their own teleportation system, independent of the equipment at Observer Base."
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| Bimanoid Interface 2.0 |
Zeta giggled. "And the Phari were just a front for Manny."
I was thinking back 5 years to when the Bimanoid Interface had suddenly been modified and Zeta's clone sister Yōd had been forced to depart from Earth. Zeta and I had visited Mt. Picachu because it is the site of some device that can block telepathic connections to the Bimanoid Interface. Zeta could follow my thoughts and she said, "I don't really remember that trip to Picachu very well..."
I commented, "At the time, you were being driven crazy by Yōd's powerful telepathic signals."
"We were stuck in some sort of telepathic positive feedback. Looking back, it seems like a dream... luck for me, we were were able to reach Picachu quickly and break the feedback loop."
"I suspect that was all part of Manny's plan and why I ended up in Arizona." For a time, Zeta and I played a silly kissing game, but then she complained, "Stop thinking about Rylla".
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| Manny the bumpha |
Zeta complained, "It is late. Let's go to bed."
I took Zeta up on the offer and after she drifted into sleep I went back to the computer and soon I was in a simulated Arizona at the time when Zeta and I had visited Mt. Picachu. I'd started this simulation during the last night that Zeta and I had stayed there in the Lodge. I barged in on Zeta and the simulated copy of me from five years in my past. They were startled to see me and I held up my hands to ward off their barrage of questions. "This will make no sense to you, but we are inside a simulation." I told my copy, "I'm here from your future to recover some lost memories."
Eventually, after much discussion, I convinced my copy to exit from the region near Mt. Picachu where the Bimanoid Interface could not be used for telepathy. As soon as we moved beyond that exclusion field, he and I established a telepathic connection and I began looking deeply into his mind, searching for memories that I had lost. He did not have as much experience with telepathy and asked me, "What are you looking for?"
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My copy laughed. "It is a catch-22! Who would build a teleporter that cannot be used?"
I replied, "I'm sure it was designed to be used. Probably by means of an access code carried in a set of nanites. I'm hoping that I have the needed nanites."
I could sense telepathically that my copy was thinking about the nanites he had received from Ivory Fersoni. "The Ivory infites?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. I've received more infites since..." I was particularly intrigued by the possibility that Nurutam might have been equipped with nanites carrying the teleportation code for the teleportation equipment. I continued, "The questions is, where would the controls be for the teleporter?"
My copy gazed at the nearby looming bulk of Mt. Picachu where it partially blocked our view the bright desert stars. "You want to climb the mountain... in the dark?"
I replied, "Better to look up there at night than in the heat of the day, but I won't need to climb. I plan to use the Simulation System. It can place me up on top."
Just then, we were interrupted by Yōd. Her telepathic mind was suddenly in my mind: Two of you?
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| The Search for Kalid |
Yōd could "see" in my mind that I was using Simulation technology to recover some of my lost memories. I sensed that she was embarrassed to have been caught altering my mind. "Well, I'll leave you two to you work." As quickly as she had come into my thoughts, she was gone.
My copy had been unable to follow that quick exchange of information between me and Yōd. He asked, "What was that all about?"
I was trying to work quickly, uncertain about how rapidly time was passing while I was inside this simulation. "Please just let me probe your mind. I'm pretty sure that Yōd edited out of my memories something that you learned about Mt. Picachu."
My copy was thinking about an old story called The Search for Kalid. "Somehow Yōd knew that the telepathy suppression field here would protect Zeta. However, in The Search for Kalid, Mt. Picachu was described as a source of T-particles."
I nodded. "I've heard of T-particles, but for some reason I had forgotten the idea of T-particles emanating from Mt. Picachu. That memory must have been blocked by Yōd's memory-editing infites. But why?"
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| T-particles |
I was thinking about the Phari base deep below Canada... so deep that the temperature inside the base was hellishly hot. "Asterothrope telepathy may have used T-particles, but I don't know if they are relevant to the technology-assisted telepathy made possible by the Bimanoid Interface."
My copy said, "Your telepathic abilities seem much greater than mine."
I thought about the gamma endosymbiont that was inside my body. "Yes, my telepathic abilities have recently been boosted."
"Can you detect a T-particle signal coming from someplace below the mountain?"
"No, but the angle might not be right. If the telepathy suppression field is globular, it might be blocking-" I fell silent. I had an idea, but to confirm my hunch it would require the help of Rylla." I told my copy, "I'll let you get back to Zeta. Thank you for talking this through with me."
With disappointment in his voice, my copy complained, "That's it? You show up from the future and then just disappear?"
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| Mind Clones |
The next day, Tihri was bouncing with excitement as we drove to the Airport, eager to again see her friends Marda and Dysyn. Zeta and I were still arguing about my plan for another visit to Mt. Picachu. "It is not fair to the kids."
I sighed. "Fine. I'll just take Rylla. You take the kids back home."
Zeta shook her head. "You can't expect Marda to put up with that."
"Marda will be having so much fun with Tihri and Dysyn that she won't notice Rylla's absence. Anyhow, it will only take a day for us to search for the T-particle beacon."
Zeta offered another objection, "It suspect it is Nora who wants to find a teleporter. If she insists on going with you to Mt. Picachu then I'll be left to take care of all three kids."
"You'll have help. Rey and Anthony will be there with you."
I tried to pull out of Zeta's mind as her thoughts continued to twist with uncertainty and doubt. Finally, just as we were approaching the airport, Zeta's thoughts clarified and she told me, "We'll stay at a hotel here in the city while you and Rylla go to Mt. Picachu."
I was busy navigating through traffic and did not have much of a chance to ask why Zeta had decided on that plan. I asked about the cat. Tihri had insisted that Qyla the cat come along on the trip to the airport. I asked Zeta, "Is there a hotel that will take cats?" She was on her phone finding out. Soon we had picked up Rylla, Marda, Nora, Dysyn and Rey and with a packed van I drove to the nearby car rental station. Zeta got behind the wheel and before Nora had a chance to complain, Zeta drove off. Rylla asked, "What's going on?"
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| blastipositor (source) |
"It was hopeless this time of year... they were booked solid."
Rylla asked, "Where will we stay?"
"It is only a two hour drive back to town. If we need sleep. But I hope we can crack this puzzle quickly."
"I'm not tired. I slept on the plane. But I don't understand your plan. What is this about detecting T-particles?"
I had sent Rylla several text messages which she had glanced at after landing in Arizona. While I drove us towards Mt. Picachu I explained how I thought we could detect any T-particles that might be acting as a signal to draw the attention of telepaths to Mt. Picachu.
When I was done speaking, Rylla asked, "And Zeta agreed to this?"
I admitted, "Well, we had quite a tussle over this while we drove to the airport today. In the end, she had to agree, but she is telepathically linked to me right now and plans to keep our minds linked the whole time."
Rylla shook her head. "No, it is just too creepy. I can't believe that Zeta agreed to this." Her phone rang and she spoke to Zeta. Finally, the phone call ended and Rylla asked me, "That's how you put Marda inside me... with your blastipositor."
"Yes. It was either that or let a stranger do it."
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| the tryp'At |
"It is a little trick that I learned from Jymzy. I'll admit I never imagined such a thing, but Jymzy made sure that I learned that blastipositors have more than one function."
I pulled the rental car off the road. We were at an over-look that gave a great view of Mt. Picachu with light from the setting sun seemingly making the mountain glow red and orange. Rylla said, "I still don't understand why it has to be me."
I explained again, "I think you and I may be the only two people on Earth who have the correct tryp-At gene patters. If I'm correct, we can function as a T-particle detection system."
Rylla asked skeptically, "What made you think of this?"
"Well, at first I was thinking about the fact that you and I have the ability to share a long-range telepathic connection. It is weak, but it does not seem to drop off as quickly with distance as does the technology-assisted telepathy of the Interface. But then I went and found a copy of myself, using the Simulation System. My copy still had access to information that was in the Ivory Infites. Information that had been taken from my mind. Anyhow, that confirmed the idea of the tryp'At using T-particle telepathy, just like the Asterothropes."
Rylla asked, "How are we going to do this?"
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| Yrovi |
Zeta told me, "We decided to go to a baseball game."
I knew that there was a three game series against the Orioles, the first game was being played that evening. I said, "Have fun. How are the kids doing?"
Zeta replied, "They seem very excited. In fact, this was Dysyn's idea."
I was surprised. "How does he even know what baseball is?"
"I don't know. Traffic is bad." Zeta terminated the phone call.
Rylla told me, "It is amazing all the things that Dysyn knows. Nora thinks he is able to link into the Sedron Time Stream."
I said jokingly, "Maybe we should have brought him along and tried to use him as part of the T-particle detector."
Rylla asked, "Is it dark enough?"
I asked, "Where are you going?" Just then, Zeta linked back into my thoughts.
Zeta told me telepathically: You need an erection in order to deploy your blastipositor.
Now I was sensing what I call Zeta's "mating call". Almost instantly by penis began to fill with blood. Rylla was standing at the edge of the look-out, gazing at the last light of sunset on the mountain. I took hold of my stiffening penis and imagined making love to Zeta. The only problem was that I could sense that she was making her way inside the ballpark and trying to keep track of three racing toddlers as they made their way through the crowd. Then I felt my blastipositor emerge from the tip of my penis. I have a quick toot of the horn and Rylla return to the car and seated herself in the passenger's seat. Rylla asked, "Did you manage to get it out?"
In answer, I let the blastipositor wrap around Rylla's left hand. She remarked, "It is quite warm!" She tilted back her seat and then guided the blastipositor up under her skirt. Her labia were dripping wet. "I was out there masturbating and hoping that a car would not pull up."
I glanced around the little parking lot. "There no reason for anyone to stop here after dark." Rylla held open her vagina and I sent the blastipositor up inside her.
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| orgasm trance |
"Just relax. I'm not sure how to initiate a synapex link without my erection inside Zeta." Telepathically Zeta told me: Go ahead and masturbate. Pretend we are making love.
This was not easy, but then when Rylla noticed what I was doing she began playing with her own genitals. Zeta was telling me: You probably both need to be sexually excited for the synapex connection to form. I could sense that the ballgame was starting. After the first half inning, Zeta asked me: Well? What's happening?
I replied to Zeta: Nothing so far.
Zeta told me: Try the clytykynyn.
I took a small bottle out of my shirt pocket. I opened the bottle and shook out two of the little pills. I put one under my tongue and held out my hand to Rylla. "Take this pill."
Rylla took the pill and pushed it up into her wet vagina then she returned to the pleasurable task of stimulating her clitoris.
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| Clytykynyn |
I told Zeta: Something is happening. That was Rylla's mind....
A synapex link was forming between me and Rylla. I could also sense that Zeta had left her seat and was rushing towards a restroom. I asked Rylla, "Did you feel that?"
Rylla nodded and I could "hear" her telepathically: Don't distract me. I'm trying to rub up an orgasm.
Now Zeta was in a restroom stall and also masturbating. She told me: Let's try for a three-way orgasm trance.
Next: Part 5 of the science fiction story "D*".
Coming Soon: Part 5 of The Nanites of Love
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