Spontaneous Book 📖

25 Mar 2025

OK, four chapters down, maybe time for a pinned thread (𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒕?) for the book that I am writing here. Each reply to this thread will be its own threaded chapter. This is a challenge for myself to complete a longer story, so random likes give me the motivation to keep going. Thanks! Chapter 1/x

Spontaneous Book 📖@spontaneousbook.bsky.social

CHAPTER 1 - THE COFFIN There was only the sound of air at first, rushing through a fan port. An opaque blue light the only thing to see. Then gradually, his vision began to clear. He could soon hear his own breath and feel his heart racing. Lights on the control panels came into focus. Reaching for

18 July 2025

Holding a folder with 'Pervert Sex Ring Exposed!' written on the front: Oh, you want to know the contents of my file? Did you think about asking when a Democrat was in office?

[CHAPTER 12] – THE INTERVIEW “…and joining us now, from the Presidential palace on Abydos, the President of the North American Federation and TechX Alloy Corp, Transcendence Herschel Meyer Stumm. President Meyer Stumm, thank you for being with us.” -Evelyn. “President Meyer Stumm, many of our

provided any logistical difficulties for you?” -What? No, yes, poor timing entirely. The vice president is an excellent and able representative, and the Boskes are most truly welcome. “No? There were rumors earlier of a communication breakdown, but that’s certainly a relief.” -No. “Mister

President, what about now? Is the council returning here, might you all be meeting back together at Earth? I see your son, Baz with you, first assistant Radu Kosta, in the room there with you – Mister President, what room is that? I don’t think we’ve done an interview with you from this location

was attacked, and- “And, and in that time, there have been two more attacks! I think the people, rightly, have cause-” -No! No, do not negatively polarize yourself, Evelyn. NAFTA will respond, 𝑖𝑠 responding. The 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑑 is on the way to 𝐻𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟 now. They will assess, report back to me – the vice

president, the entire security council. We will respond, we always have, the Meyer Stumm family always has. “President Meyer Stumm, Vice President Villa Luna and much of the council are off world, attending the welcoming ceremonies for the Boskes in New Cairo. Was that poor timing? Has that

in wait-and-see mode, if you will, as regards to the pods – but we’re hopeful, of course. “Mister-” -And again, we grieve, Evelyn, for all the lives lost today. All of us, from across the sectors are sending their warmest, most heartfelt prayers, to the families of those we lost.

“Of course, all of us, indeed. This does bring me to my next question, you mentioned the sectors, and we’ve heard about the mining colony, the uh, medical ship – do we need to fear any more attacks?” -Goodness, let’s not get ahead of ourselves! It’s been ten, twelve hours, since 𝐻𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟 was

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“Very well. I think we were getting a bit of crosstalk.” -I just wanted, to - excuse me. I did want to say 𝐻𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟, their crew - performed bravely. If Captain, uh, if the captain had not done what he did. He saved hundreds of lives, thousands. It was just, not ah-

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“Have you started receiving any of the pods?” -The what, dear? “𝐻𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟’𝑠 escapes pods. Initial reports are they would have been suited with up to ninety thousand. Have any been retrieved? What have you heard?” -Well, you know they were in deep space at the time of the attack and so we’re still

of terrorism. “Oh! That’s very interesting. Can you tell us more about, do we have any suspects?” -Well, thank you, and again, I don’t want to get ahead of our investigations, but we are looking very strongly at some folks right now. “So, this is different than your usual group of pirates?”

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-This is, yes, Evelyn, very different. The damage to 𝐻𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟 was, very severe, very – methodical. So, we will have to wait and see, do our investigations, and respond, Evelyn, at a time and place of our choosing. “Okay, and-” -I just wanted to add. “Yes, Mister President.” -No, I, you go ahead.

System viewers have been anxiously awaiting to hear from you and the security council about the attack on the 𝐻𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟. Now we’re hearing word about an attack on a research ship 𝑎𝑛𝑑 a mining installation on Mercury. What can you tell us? What's going on?” - “President Meyer Stumm?” -Yes, Evelyn,

thank you for having me. What’s going on is, Evelyn, a tremendously sad day for the people of NAFTA and all over the System. A heinous surprise attack, many lives have been lost, and I don’t want to get ahead of any investigations, but something this coordinated, you begin looking at this as a case

[CHAPTER 11] – THE PYRAMIDS Radu, the President, his family and the security guards, rode in the back of a hover-van, the pilot, Destiny, at the controls. Away from the presidential palace, they drove down a road lined with Japanese cedars imported from the New York wilds. It hadn’t ceased raining,

I will bring you and your friends, refreshments.” “No need,” he said, wordlessly indicating to Radu to hand over the portables. She took hers and the President’s out of her pockets, saw the Vice-President was again calling, and handed them over. Meyer Stumm put them in a drawer, locking it without

looking at the screens. He turned his attention to the pale robed man. He must be from the Afterlife Division, Radu assumed. “I need you to prepare my Star-fling.” [END CHAP. 11]

portable, dear.” She protested, out of instinct, shoving the device deeper into a pocket. Her hands were never without it, she thought. Not for long anyway. “What do you mean, we’re leaving? We just got here.” “Haven’t you been paying attention, Radu? The pilot.” He shook his head in mild

disbelief. “We’re leaving. The city, the pl-” “My Lord.” The President stopped, interrupted. A pale man in a long, amber-colored robe ambled through a doorway. His hands were open. “You are most welcome, sir. Please, please,” he paused looking for the words as he surveyed the group. “Sit and I

never seen so many books, religious tomes and thick scientific books, Books on carpentry, embroidering, and one titled, ‘The Joy of Baking Bread.’ Radu smirked but it made sense, she thought. The departed leaders were expected to work their entire afterlife; there was no telling what they would need

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to know. Transcendence Herschel Meyer Stumm went to a desk and began opening drawers while his son put the dated fax machine on the hardwood surface. “Don’t,” the father said, finding a pen before looking at his son. “We’re leaving in a minute.” Next, he turned his attention to Radu. “Your

once. The pyramid looked as though it was just begun, a high wall of large stones. Inside, she was stunned. Natural light poured into a large chamber, a stream ran across the floor, pooling by the entrance. A mosaic of the president tiled below the surface, holding a crook and flail. On the walls,

hieroglyphs and figures were painted onto the wall in bright colors, prayers for the deceased and the Gods. The president stepped around a column painted with his likeness holding a sword. “Come this way,” he waved the group towards him. They were led into a library. Books lined the walls. Radu had

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position. The pilot brought the hover-van to a stop. They were at the base of one of the newer constructions. The doors opened and Radu was confronted by the sounds of hammers and chisels, shouted commands and running motors. “We can get out here,” the president said, exiting the van first, the

guards quickly following. Meyer Stumm greeted a foreman, Radu presumed, watching and she stepped onto dry soil - on this side of the hills, the air stayed dry and rarely rained – and followed her boss. The group was led by the foreman down a set of stone steps into a belowground room. Radu looked up

the Valley of the Pyramids. Radu had never visited, not being part of the Afterlife division, but she had seen footage and read about them. The pyramids were more spectacular than she could have imagined. Thirteen were completed, larger than the ancient types in Egypt, and in all sorts of colors,

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pinks and iridescent blues, bright red and dark black. Another three or four were being built, the president’s presumably being one of them. It was then that Radu noticed the hundreds of workers in the valley, men in trucks and operating cranes, builders on scaffolds pushing stones into their final

sunroof. He was the one, the president said, who expanded the pyramid complex, beginning the construction of ancestor pyramids as well as his own. They all worked, Radu thought, tuning her boss out for a moment as she looked out above. From their births until their deaths, and then beyond.

There was a saying to that effect, she seemed to recall but couldn’t remember the wording. The light faded and they were in darkness again, under the mountains, Radu thought – though they were really tall hills. The driver accelerated the hover-van at the president’s order and soon they emerged in

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The road opened then, swallowing the hover-van. They descended to a dark tunnel, and Destiny turned on the vehicle’s headlights. Meyer Stumm tapped his son on the knee. “Your great-grandfather, Play Parker Stumm, had this installed during his reign.” Baz Manuel sniffed and wiped his nose with his

hand. He looked out the window as his father continued, recounting the Great Scare of 2423 and Play Parker Stumm’s almost obsession with preserving the family legacy. The tunnel became translucent halfway through and Radu noticed they were under the lake, a dark blue light visible through the

and as Radu put down her portable, she looked out front window, catching the dark edge of Lake Play on the horizon. The mountains behind, obscured by the clouds and fog. Destiny slowed the vehicle down at a turnoff to leave the palace grounds when the president said, “No, dear, keep going straight.”

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Destiny and the van were stuck in place, until Meyer Stumm insisted to keep the van forward. The poor thing, Radu thought, was too timid to speak back but she was going to drive them into the lake. The president’s arms ruffled under his cape, and he pulled out a small device flipping a switch.

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13 May 2025

[CHAPTER 10] – THE CHOICE On the 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑂𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑠, the big soldier escorted Boop Ohlson through corridors and down stairwells Boop had never been before. Such was the life of a prisoner on board a prison ship, but now everything was new. Down a narrow hallway, the lights became dimmer, and it was