Log of the Cambric, continued
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avevale_intelligencerI really think I can make it work.
I gave my first address to the collected Pluttites of Shrigom City this afternoon, in a rather nice if draughty stadium. The reception was a bit lukewarm, mostly because so was my speech: I don't know enough about the subject yet to do other than play it safe. When it was over I excused myself on the grounds of meditation and "Spiritual Recursion," which sounds fairly nasty but is apparently what all good Neo-Coprodists need to do at least once a day, locked myself in the loo with a portable terminal and my green folder, and made the first moves of the Reversed Archelaus' Fancy from there. It took a bit of tweaking, because the first phase is usually handled face to face, but I think I brought it off.
There really is nothing like the feel of actually embarking on a coup. Simulations just don't come near it. It's what we were born to do. Or hatched, I suppose, though it didn't surprise me that P felt no enthusiasm for the job.
I have nothing against the vathatched, really. There have been many great Nyronds who came from the vats--Vassily, my teacher, was one, and he was great. They just have a different approach to things in general. More careful, less passionate. I'm sure P will shine when he gets his own solo mission.
Just not very brightly, that's all.
My work concluded, I strolled out of the loo and rejoined the devout for an excellent dinner. While I was making polite conversation I went over the next few phases of the coup in my head. If I time it exactly right, I could actually run this coup at least as far as phase four in among doing the tour. P has actually done me a service, getting me this downtime. I'm not going to let him know that, of course. Let him carry on thinking he's stymied me. Ha ha.
I just actually wrote "ha ha." I'm losing my mind.
Anyway, on to Tugblit City tomorrow. I might actually be able to pull this off after all.
I gave my first address to the collected Pluttites of Shrigom City this afternoon, in a rather nice if draughty stadium. The reception was a bit lukewarm, mostly because so was my speech: I don't know enough about the subject yet to do other than play it safe. When it was over I excused myself on the grounds of meditation and "Spiritual Recursion," which sounds fairly nasty but is apparently what all good Neo-Coprodists need to do at least once a day, locked myself in the loo with a portable terminal and my green folder, and made the first moves of the Reversed Archelaus' Fancy from there. It took a bit of tweaking, because the first phase is usually handled face to face, but I think I brought it off.
There really is nothing like the feel of actually embarking on a coup. Simulations just don't come near it. It's what we were born to do. Or hatched, I suppose, though it didn't surprise me that P felt no enthusiasm for the job.
I have nothing against the vathatched, really. There have been many great Nyronds who came from the vats--Vassily, my teacher, was one, and he was great. They just have a different approach to things in general. More careful, less passionate. I'm sure P will shine when he gets his own solo mission.
Just not very brightly, that's all.
My work concluded, I strolled out of the loo and rejoined the devout for an excellent dinner. While I was making polite conversation I went over the next few phases of the coup in my head. If I time it exactly right, I could actually run this coup at least as far as phase four in among doing the tour. P has actually done me a service, getting me this downtime. I'm not going to let him know that, of course. Let him carry on thinking he's stymied me. Ha ha.
I just actually wrote "ha ha." I'm losing my mind.
Anyway, on to Tugblit City tomorrow. I might actually be able to pull this off after all.