Applied anti-gravity in the nanorealm. |
Here on this page is an origins story for the character
Mary
who began inserting herself into the
Exode Saga
back in
2016. At that time, I asked myself the question: what if Mary Godwin had actually
written a science fiction story in 1816?
Yes, I'm blaming Mary because for many years I was satisfied to have
Isaac Asimov
appear in my stories and I had fun imagining how he had invented science
fiction as a literary genre. Mary objected and insisted that she be allowed to
invent science fiction...
In a previous
Reality, Asimov created the science fiction genre. Back cover of my copy of Gold |
Previously, I've written about Mary's life in the
Ekcolir Reality, but for this new story (called "Hierion Writers Club") I want to go further
back in
Deep Time
and begin with the story of Mary's
analogue
in the
Foundation Reality, at a time before
Grean
invaded
Eternity.
R. Gohrlay
and her tribe of positronic robots (probots) needed to prepare Humanity to
defend itself against the alien
Huaoshy. They recruited Mary to help inform Earthlings about the existence of aliens
who had long been visiting Earth.
vision of Nanoville |
The
original replicoids were made at a small size scale because so many of
them were needed. Functioning as information storage and processing
modules, the
replicoids of Eternity provided temporal momentum to Earth. Then R. Nyrtia began experimenting with the process by which human minds could be instantiated inside the artificial bodies of a new style replicoid made to live as an independent artificial lifeform. Mary's grandmother, Elizabeth, was one of the first Earthlings brought into Nanoville and instantiated as a replicoid.
replicoids of Eternity provided temporal momentum to Earth. Then R. Nyrtia began experimenting with the process by which human minds could be instantiated inside the artificial bodies of a new style replicoid made to live as an independent artificial lifeform. Mary's grandmother, Elizabeth, was one of the first Earthlings brought into Nanoville and instantiated as a replicoid.
⎯
Hierion Writers Club
Mary was struggling to write a story based on her own experience of knowing
the thoughts and intentions of her pets. Nothing was going right. She could
not stop thinking about size. She endlessly imagined being a small pet, cared
for by a much larger owner. Mary obsessively agonized over the idea of being
owned.
Rationally, Mary knew that her fascination with the subject of ownership had
grown out her mother's campaigning for the Slave Trade Act, but there was
something more driving her to write fantasy stories about the minds of pets.
The harder Mary tried to explicitly state the source of her compulsion, the
more its nature and source escaped her conscious mind.
One of the barn cats was in heat and Mary's pet cat, Alexander, only had one
thing on his mind. He sat at the window yowling and wanting to go outside for
a visit to the barn. It was a hot summer day and hoping to move some air
through the house Mary had opened just a crack the two windows of the house
that could be slid open.
Other than Alex's incessant complaining, the house was unusually quiet. Mary's
mother had gone to visit her doctor and Ralph had gone along. For a moment
Mary thought about her father (William) who six years previously had gone off
to live with his young lover, Margaret. Mary tried to get her thoughts off of
sex and back on her writing. However, she was now preparing dinner and her
manuscript and pen sat untouched on the table.
There was a distant rumble of thunder. Mary began to worry that Ralph and her
mother might get caught in a storm and not make it home. But then she heard
the carriage arriving and she went outside to help Ralph tend to the horses.
Alex tried to escape, but Mary took pains to spoil his fun and keep him in the
house. She sensed his disappointment.
England, 1817. |
Mary had been quite pleased during dinner to hear her mother's account of the
visit with her doctor. Two interns at the hospital had given her an exhaustive
physical exam and turned up no abnormal growths anywhere in her body. Ralph
had been satisfied that there was no remaining trace of cancer and had stated
at dinner, "I'm not going to question good news even if the doctor called it a
medical miracle."
Looking into her mother's serious face, Mary's heart sank, fearing there was
some problem so horrifying that her mother had not dared to tell Ralph, who,
after all, was still just a boy. Mary could sense that her mother was thinking
about her husband. "Did you see Bill today?"
"Yes, I..." Mary senior paused and then continued delicately, "...I met him...
and Margaret... in town. They were very pleased to hear the good news.
However, I don't want to talk about that since it is a topic that you
do not know about."
Mary could sense whenever her mother had recently made love and had
experienced a pleasing orgasm. When she had figured out that her father was
still one of her mother's lovers, Mary had promised to tell nobody.
endosymbionts |
Mary put her arms around her mother and held on tight for a minute. "Thank you
for telling me, mom. You've trained me to check my body for strange growths,
but I'm not sure that I could ever face a surgeon." Mary had far too much
imagination and the idea of a surgeon cutting away parts of her body was
horrifying.
"Who knows what the future will bring?" Mary's mother picked up her candle and
moved to the door. "I've seen railroads and steamships transform the country.
Imagine what advances will come to medicine during your life."
in the
Hierion Domain |
Quietly muttering something about luck, Mary's mother slipped through the
doorway. She went down to hallway to her own room.
Only 20 years old, Mary liked to think of herself as immortal. She set aside
all thoughts of cancer and hospitals and diligently worked on her story for an
hour. She kept trapping herself: trying to explain how her protagonist could
know things that she had no way of knowing. When she found it hard to focus
her eyes, she set down her pen and closed up her inks. She got into bed and
thought about the possibility of discovering a physical basis for her
sensitivity to the thoughts of animals. The storm was over and even Alexander had quieted
down, although he was now demanding that his ears be scratched.
Mary wondered:
if risk of developing a disease could be inherited, then why not also
sensitivity to the thoughts of others? She thought of the thrill she had felt the first time she had seen a train
rushing past on the rails. What would medical science be capable of in the
future? While she was drifting into sleep, Mary decided that she could shift
her story and its protagonist into a future time, after it had been discovered
that some people had a special part of their brain that allowed for
sensitivity to the thoughts of other people... and animals.
When Mary awoke, she knew that something had changed. The air felt and smelled
different. She felt different. There was a strange ruddy glow all around her
and a stranger's voice said, "Hello, Mary. Welcome to the Hierion Domain."
Bimanoid Interface |
"You could call me Fengtol, but I rather like the name Wendy. Wendy is a name that I picked up only recently, during a
mission on Earth." In Wendy's vast experience of dealing with Earthlings, she knew most of them struggled to pronounce her original name, which rendered in English was Phengh'toule and usually shortened to Fengtol for convenience. Through the years, Wendy had visited Mary several times on Earth and she had always mangled Wendy's Neanderthal name. Of course, while living on Earth, Mary had not been allowed to retain access to her memories of those visits.
Now, with nanites lifting the blocks on her memories, Mary was beginning to remember her previous meetings with Wendy. "I like many names, but I'm stuck with Mary."
"Yes, named after your mother." When told by a doctor that Mary's mother would die,
William had decided to give the daughter of his dying wife her name: Mary. Then Mary
senior had recovered and they were stuck with two Mary's in the house. "And
like her, you developed cancer."
"What are you talking about?" Mary was fascinated by Wendy's clothing which
seemed to glow of its own light and was alive and always moving.
"Gohrlay brought you here to cure your cancer and then she decided that it was
safe to keep a copy of you." Wendy added, "I'm going to start brightening the
room lights."
hierions |
Wendy warned, "Don't get excited. You are perfectly fine... safe. The
biological copy of you was returned to Earth, minus the tumor in her brain.
However, you are now like me, an artificial lifeform. A copy of your original
self."
Mary could remember having met Wendy previously. Those were almost dream-like memories of Wendy briefly visiting her to discuss telepathy and warn her that she would never be allowed to discuss her telepathic abilities with anyone else on Earth.
Mary got out of bed and took a few awkward steps. It felt like she was walking
through water. She looked at some of the strange machines in the room and was
amazed by their fine workmanship. She returned towards Wendy, walking rather unsteadily and touched her
own face which felt hot and moist. Wendy seemed like a perfectly normal girl,
except for her unusually large eyes and her living clothing that crawled
seductively over the curves of her body. "Artificial?"
Mary looked at the vial which felt cold and hard between her fingers. She
watched in fascination as it vented a sparkling cloud of gas. The sparkles
quickly slipped inside Mary's head and she began to notice that she had
answers... suddenly she knew that the Hierion Domain was an alternative
space-time region that existed beyond Earth. Gohrlay was an important probot,
who made use of helpers like Wendy to change and improve human civilization on
Earth. Gohrlay and Wendy were machines, like a steam engine, but vastly more
complex and designed to replicate the form of the human body. "I'm no longer human?"
"You are no longer a biological organism." Wendy explained, "Your mind has
been placed inside a synthetic body. You will slowly adjust to your new body
and your cancer-causing genes will no longer bother you. In fact, here, in
this realm, those genes will be fully expressed and allow you to make use of
your cognitive abilities in new ways."
Mary stared intently at Wendy's face. The lights were now at a reasonable
intensity and Mary could see every detail of the girl's skin and hair. Wendy
seemed perfect. For a minute Mary searched unsuccessfully for some flaw in the
probot's appearance. She asked, "Grean expects me to help..."
memory editing by infites |
Mary knew that she would never return to Earth. Watching Wendy take away the vial, she said wonderingly, "So... this is
how you can know things... without learning them..."
Wendy shrugged. "It is easy for us to use infites to slip new knowledge into
people. We can precisely control human behavior with a combination of infites
and our telepathic powers, but there are limits. Taking complete control of a
human brain for too long can cause damage. To avoid such damage, you will
gently guide Mary, provide her with ideas for her stories..."
The Bimanoid Interface |
Mary knew that Wendy was a telepath and was at that moment inside her mind,
watching her inner thoughts. "Me? I'm no telepath... not like you. I can only sense the emotions of other people... and animals."
Wendy explained, "You won't be restricted to using only your natural telepathy. You are correct; only we probots can fully utilize twitino-mediated telepathy. But you will be able to
use technology-assisted telepathy to put ideas into Mary's head."
In her new infite-generated memories, there was a name for that technology.
Mary/Yra whispered, "Bimanoid Interface."
In the Foundation Reality. |
Wendy nodded. "Yes, that is an artist's depiction, based on Mary's description
of me. As soon as you have had a chance to prepare Mary for my arrival, I'll
go and visit her again. This time, I'll allow her to remember me." Wendy added, "Mary must begin writing stories about artificial lifeforms."
"Probs?"
"That is the term she uses in her visitation account. Rather than use the term
'probot', Mary calls me a 'Prob'."
Observer Base |
Wendy said, "You'll have a chance to read Mary's book and all her writings, but
right now I want to take you out on the town for some relaxation and a chance
to meet some of the locals. You'll be pleased to learn that a replicoid copy
of your grandmother is here in Nanoville."
Wendy quickly showed Yra how to use her clothing nanites, then she disposed of
her Earthly clothing and the copy of Mary's bed that had been teleported into the
workshop from Earth.
2. Nanoville.
In the nanorealm. |
Wendy
led Mary out of the workshop and to an aircar that was parked nearby.
Soon they were flying towards the School of Design. Mary looked back at
the workshop, but only the aircar landing platform distinguished its
location from the surrounding... terrain? Certainly that word was not
appropriate for the nanorealm.
Mary
was dismayed by the odd appearance of the nanorealm which was composed
of large structures seemingly floating in midair. She asked Wendy,
"Where exactly are we?"
The
orientation infites were actively providing Mary with an understanding
of the basics of physics, but Wendy was trying to not overload Wendy
with too many strange concepts. "Your artificial body is composed of
hierions, not the type of matter that is found in human bodies. All that
you see around you is made from hierions. We are inside the Hierion Domain... a
kind of parallel world..."
Mary
tried to enjoy the strange scenery of the Nanorealm while her mind
processed and sifted through her infites, making sense of what Wendy had
told her. By the time they had flown across Nanoville, Mary had a good
understanding of where she was. She was struggling to accommodate
herself to living her future life in a place that was so different from
Earth.
Wendy was following along in Mary's thoughts. "Your grandmother, Elizabeth, is helping to create Nanoville."
Mary asked, "Why does everything look so strange." In the far distance, the "sky" seemed to fade into a misty dull green. "I find this all quite unsettling!"
"The on-going creation of Nanoville is a complex process, with continual discovery of what works and what is problematical. Gohrlay wants a stable human society in which not only do the residents have telepathic powers, but the entire environment merges with the people telepathically to become a kind of group mind." Now Wendy regretted saying anything about the ultimate purpose of Nanoville. Mary was reacting with dismay to the idea of a vast group mind. Wendy quickly sent memory editing infites into Mary and erased the past minute of her experiences.
Mary was almost hypnotized by the weird passing shapes that constituted the structure of Nanoville. She began to think about her earliest memories of her mother and grandmother. Mary told Wendy, "I just barely remember grandma. She died when I was five."
"We took pains to keep her alive that long, so you could know her." Wendy gestured ahead towards their destination. "A copy of Elizabeth has been living here for 35 years."
Mary looked around at the artificial "sky" and asked, "Does time pass normally here in this Domain?"
"Yes, time universally permeates all three Domains of the universe."
"Three?" The air car shook as they passed through a local environmental border. Now the "sky" looked like the normal sky of Earth.
Wendy hesitated, but then briefly explained, "In addition to the Hadronic Domain and the Hierion Domain there is also a Sedron Domain."
Mention
of sedrons started another cascade of information flowing from Mary's
stored infites into her mind. The aircar landed beside a strange looking
building. This building had unusual architecture by Earth standards,
but it was also the most Earthly object that Mary had so far seen in
Nanoville.
Wendy
commented, "There is no weather here, so the homes tend to be open and
airy." She waved to a figure that could be seen inside the house.
"There's Elizabeth. I've warned her to be expecting you."
For a moment, Mary had glimpsed a young woman gazing out at them from a second floor room. "That girl is my grandmother?"
"Remember,
Yra, you now have an artificial body. You can retain your current
appearance indefinitely or even modify it and improve it. Most people enjoy having a youthful
appearance."
Wendy led the way inside Elizabeth's home. The furnishings were unlike any of Mary's experience. Elizabeth came floating down from the second floor. Mary exclaimed, "You fly?"
Elizabeth
giggled and put her arms around Mary. They hugged briefly and then she
explained, "I've been experimenting with anti-gravity. About ten years
ago, Nyrtia gave us access to negative mass hierions... that has changed
our entire design strategy."
designing Nanoville |
Wendy introduced Mary as "Yra".
Elizabeth complained. "What an ugly name!"
Mary shrugged, "I don't mind being called Yira."
Elizabeth
was philosophical. "I suppose it will prevent confusion. If you truly
don't mind then I will try to remember to call you Yira." She scowled at Wendy and told Mary, "Back when I came here, we did not have to change our names."
Mary reached out and touched Elizabeth's face. "You are so young and pretty, grandma."
"Yes,
please excuse my vanity. Sometimes when I think how old I really am, I
feel silly pretending to be young. But nobody ages here... it is fashionable to appear to be
young and sexy."
Mary asked, "Is grandpa here with you?"
"No, a copy of him was never brought here from Earth."
"I thought I saw someone with you, upstairs."
"Yes,
that is my current lover, Sam. If you accept my offer that you live here
with me then you two will meet and get to know each-other." Elizabeth
took Mary outside and they sat next to the pool. "Now tell me, how is
your mother?"
"She
had a horrible tumor, but now it is gone. It seemed like a miracle, but
now I suspect her recovery was made possible by Wendy's use of
technology."
the power of Nyrtia |
Mary asked, "But you sent her back to Earth, with the nanites?"
Wendy
sighed. "No. We don't like to deploy nanites on Earth. There is too much
danger that they might escape. Imagine a world were suddenly cancer
disappeared. Our teleportation equipment can screen out all nanites, so we could safely return your mother to Earth."
"It would be wonderful if you ended cancer on Earth!"
"No,
it would be a disaster. In order for Earth to attain an acceptable
future, medical nanites cannot be used in the Primitive Era for anything more than occasional miracles."
Elizabeth
told Mary, "It is infuriating to work with robots. They could put an
end to so much suffering on Earth, but they refuse to do so."
Wendy
tried to justify the limited interventionism being practiced by the
positronic robots who watched over Earth's Primitive Era. "Science and
technology are advancing on Earth at a quick pace. Trust me; anything
causing more rapid change creates its own problems."
Seeing
that Wendy and Elizabeth could have continued arguing over the proper
pace of scientific advance on Earth, Yira launched into a description of
her family life. Elizabeth seemed to know the general outlines of recent events
on Earth, but she was eager to hear details about her descendants,
particularly concerning Mary's writing. Yira now regretted having left the copy of The Prob Visitation in Wendy's aircar. She told Elizabeth about the story she had been working on just before being teleported to Nanoville. "I think my story will have to be set in the future. The topics in the story such as identifying which particular brain region mediates telepathy are simply too unimaginable for conditions on Earth."
"I'm so glad you followed after your mother as a writer." Her curiosity somewhat sated, Elizabeth asked Yira, "And
now, having seen Nanoville, you are going to provide new story ideas to yourself on Earth?"
Yira looked at Wendy, "That is what I have been told."
"Then I'm sure that is how it will be." Elizabeth nodded towards the robot. "It takes some getting used to, but Wendy can see into the future."
in the nanorealm |
Charlotte was Yira's favorite writer. Yira asked excitedly, "Charlotte is here?"
"A copy of her has been living here for fifty years."
Yira
and Elizabeth said their goodbyes. Yira promised to return for regular
visits, but she was eager to meet Charlotte. Wendy led the way back to
the aircar. As they walked, Yira wondered: What has Charlotte been doing
all this time... 50 years...
Wendy
knew what was on Yira's mind. "Charlotte has been learning about the
future. I've asked her to prepare a plan for helping Earthlings adjust
to the rapid technological change that will soon bring Humanity into the
space age, but she has become busy with other interests..."
Yira looked back over her shoulder and saw a mysterious figure gazing out from the second floor window. Wendy said, "I brought Samuel Butler here from the future to help get Elizabeth thinking about robots and artificial intelligence. They have become close friends."
"Who is Mr. Butler?"
"He will be born about 20 years in your future." Wendy and Yira were standing close to the aircar. "Nanoville is a good place for Sam..." Wendy explained, "With his leaping imagination, he will be too constricted on Earth. I think it will be best if you not move in with Elizabeth, but I do encourage you to become friends with Sam. He'll be able to help you with your work."
Next: Conversion |
Wendy and Yira boarded the aircar and went flying off across Nanoville towards the home of Charlotte Burke.
Related Reading: nanoscale teleportation
Continued: part 3 of "Hierion Writers Club".
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