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Gods of Terra | Paradoxed! Pt. 2


Sarusammog tied its arms in Gordian knots, the equivalent for its species of folding them impatiently as the human fought to suppress signs of fear.

“I, I, I…” The thief stammered, beads of sweat forming on his troubled brow. “Awfully conceited to refer to yourself three times in a row, don’t you think?” Saru growled, ears folding further back. “Well, I’m waiting! Answer for yourself!” Its rear pseudo-legs were tapping the floor with annoyance.

The human finally mastered his terror, enough to speak coherently and to not soil himself. “I’ve got family I need to support. My children are sick, really sick, so I came here to get something that my clients will pay enough for me to afford a cure for them. They mentioned this collection. So I went through channels to get what I needed to come here. Please! My kids are dying! They need help!”

The Tempest suddenly teleported into the chamber on summons from Saru, initially annoyed, until Sarusammog told her what was said. Saru had done a quick brain scan of the would-be thief. Everything checked out. The human was telling the truth to all indications, a fact related to the Tempest on her arrival.

Tempest avoided eye contact as she read the human’s body language, feeling his fear almost as her own when in a bad spot. There was the time she had taken a friend, the Mirus, back in time to the end of the Permian era on Earth, to meet aliens intent on averting the extinction- level event that would come, to prevent the rise of humanity hundreds of millions of years later.

They survived, but Tempest had not foreseen the environment at the time, and was almost killed by the atmospheric chemistry and heat exhaustion until the Mirus coached her in turning on her hypershard’s life support fields. Long story short: the mass-extinction happened as it should have, while the aliens were destroyed, and the two returned to their respective times.

“Well, I have an idea. Don’t delete him . . . not just yet, you big fluffy!” She whispered something in Sarusammog’s ear, and its face lit up with an absurdly wide grin, this time genuinely amused.

“Oh, my! That’s capital . . . an absolutely capital idea! Do it, girl, and I’ll be ready to hear your story about it when you’ve returned for lunch!” Saru was beaming as the Tempest stood by the human and said, “Drop the comics. Just drop them. You won’t need them to pay for anything. Here’s what Saru and I are going to do, for you, not to you! You’ll never need to have gotten into this mess in the first place. Your children are as good as cured, better even!”

“Okay big guy, paradox us both when I loop back in time. I’ve already figured out the coordinates to the right time and location. Logged in and locked on target!”

Sarusammog touched a stud on his Paradox harness as Tempest and the human vanished from sight.

This would be an interesting tale to hear when she returned from that node of the space-time manifold. He sighed as he put back the graphic novels with meticulous care, still in their dust- jackets, and turned to leave the library, no longer angry, and proud of the ingenuity of the Children of Terra.

He had chosen a Herald in the Tempest well, and wisely!

The End.

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Gods of Terra | Paradoxed! Pt. 1


The alarm sounded. From the ship’s library, it cried, more than a billion automated voices screaming an alert in over a billion languages at once. It was as meant to be heard by one triggering it as by the ship’s master, Sarusammog of the Gates.

It roused from a sleep filled with dreams of concerts and hours upon billions of hours of perusing its massive book collection in research. For that contained books from all over the universe, from nearly every age of history. And somehow, a thief had gotten in and put his grubby mitts on some of them.

That called for a good paradoxin’ to the offender.

Saru got up, yawned, stretched its six noodlly arms, and caterpillared into the hall on the long trek to the library portal at the end. It wasn’t pressed for time. The library was vast, and labyrinthine, and the would-be book purloiner would easily get lost in it. Only Saru, and its Heralds, the Tempest and the Agni, knew their way around in it. The Tempest especially would spend time, some of it measured in imaginary numbers, all of it interesting. She’d pore over stories written by long extinct species, and those yet to exist in her own relative timespan.

Sarusammog finally reached the portal, and looping through, entered the terrifying and awesome expanse of the library, stretching onward in all directions, and seemingly lit by its own stars.

He is . . . there! It had found the thief, in block C, level চ, shelf Σ. The miscreant was hunched over a reading table, stuffing a small pile of graphic novels from a world gone for three billion years into a sack. Oh, please, comic books? Saru thought to itself, Can’t he even have the good sense to leave those alone. Tempest will go through the bulkhead when she hears of this. Those are all hers. Imbecile.

“Ahem!” it cleared its throats, sounding like pack of asthmatic tigers hacking up giant monster hairballs, and cracked six sets of knuckles as the shocked purloiner suddenly looked up and realized it was there.

“Those just happen to be from my Herald’s private collection, fanboy. Do you mind telling me how you got in here before I pronounce sentence?” It purred menacingly, its far-too wide grin nearly splitting its face as lips curled upward, its teeth showing in a smile clearly not intended to express good will. Its ears were folded back with annoyance, whiskers flush against the face.

The thief was human this time. That was rare. Humans didn’t often have the technology to get in here. Probably indigo market infiltration systems stolen from one of the older surviving species in home-time. Saru upgraded its opinion of the man’s intelligence. Getting hands on stuff like that took brains.

On the other hand, Saru was widely known in the Local Galaxy for deleting those who stole its books from existence, so its assessment rose only slightly. One can be otherwise smart and still be a special species of stupid to try a stunt like this…

To be continued.

Gods of Terra | Fiction: The Trial of the Magna


Agni looked about her, surrounded by hostile glances in the vast courtroom, presided over by a stern judge with a reputation for merciless convictions on the homeworld of the Kai’Siri, Sirug.

She was not happy with the current turn of events, as the jury, most definitely NOT her peers, had just ruled her guilty of the charge of high treason against the Exarchate.

She had only recently spared the giant planet Bruticus from being destroyed by a black hole in a literal change of mind from her prior avid patriotism for Empire, Exarchs, and People. This was completely unsuspected, as was her sudden shift of from Enforcer Prime to Agni the Earthwoman.

The judge was ready to pass sentence, decerebration resulting in death, when a sudden loud ‘Pop’ filled the chamber, and a strange figure appeared, along with another.

It was Sarusammog of the Gates, along with Agni’s adopted sibling, the Tempest, whose ginger hair, freckled complexion, and a strong, determined face even an Alien* would be intimated by, appeared in front of the judge’s podium.

“I hereby sentence you, Lady Magna, to…” His voice trailed off with confusion at the sudden appearance of the two figures.

The defendant spoke up, “I told you before, I am not that person. I am now addressed as Bhadromohila Agni Bose, and you will refer to me as such! I’m not the avatara of death you wished me to be. I stand for life and freedom for all peoples, not the heinous warcrimes of the Exarchs!”

The judge caught his composure and was about to finish sentencing her, when his face suddenly went grey and his eyes blank, to slump forward on the podium unconscious as though on cue.

Agni looked at Sarusammog and the Tempest with a knowing glance. There was an indicator light shining from beneath the fur over the Paradox harness that Sarusammog wore. He and the Tempest nodded to her.

“Well, alrighty then!” Sarusammog crowed, trilling to Agni, “That’ll teach those humans to put brain control implants in people! You’ll find out soon enough dearie that the terrible past they gave you never happened, and it’s the judge who was given the implant as a sedative for crippling tremors! Come along, girls, We’ve a universe to explore, and books to collect! That, and I’ve just composed an instrumental piece you’ll love!”

He smiled, purring, his overly wide grin nearly splitting his felinoid face as he pulled a set of drums out of thin air. The trio then vanished, and the courtroom emptied, a confused jury, bailiffs, and attendees wondering why on Sirug they were there to begin with!

*1970s Movie by Ridley Scott Reference, Hint, Hint…

Eldritch Nine: Sarusammog of the Gates


Prominent among the Nine who are One is an old associate and long-time ally of the King of Shards: In ancient texts called “It who Scratches at the Gates,” the Gate Scratcher for short, is also known by Its proper name and titles, Sarusammog of the Gates, Master of Time, Lord of Paradox, and Patron of the Fourth god of Terra.

Sarusammog’s appearance resembles something out of a Lewis Carroll story, a seemingly nonsensical mix of furry caterpillar, sans hookah, and long-furred feline with a Cheshire cat-like expression, either comical or creepy depending on who’s looking. Fur-covered tentacles ending in clawed paws with opposable thumbs give it an almost noodle-armed appearance, and these extend from Its upper body segment in two rows just below the head.

It is the first and last of its species to pioneer and perfect the science and technology of time travel, and is in the Gods of Terra setting the unparalleled master of that as a science and as an art form.

It early on also pioneered the fields of Paradox theory and Paradox engineering, and an experiment involving these was the cause of Its own species’ demise, erased from a history in which only The Gate Scratcher was spared.

It is the only being in the resulting altered timeline with any direct knowledge of Its species’ former existence. Even the King of Shards does not know.

Paradox engineering is the application of the laws governing the geometry of spacetime to restructure reality, allowing to happen what would otherwise be physically and even logically impossible given the fundamental structure and behavior of the universe and its spacetime metric.

In fact, neither It nor the King of Shards has any awareness of the others’ current status and whereabouts, such do the mastery of space, time, and reality of each being mutually cancel detection of the other’s presence in the current era of humanity.

The Gate Scratcher’s spacetime travel and paradox technology has been woven into Its very body and brain on the molecular level, permitting It free bodily travel anywhere in time, space, and as well to nearly any reality in the multiverse, as can the Tempest with her own Prime hypershard, Its gift to her.

It is a rather congenial being, and ranges from amusedly indifferent to friendly regarding humanity. It loathes Suthidruu and will destroy them on sight whenever able to.

Just don’t call It “cuddly” as exception may be taken. If that happens one may be sent somewhen or somewhere else unpleasant in an instant of relative time. It does like to have Its fur groomed regularly, though tongue-baths are out of the question.

Its presence does not have a detrimental effect on human minds, unlike the various non-humanoid avatars and the pure incarnation of the King of Shards, but the constant toothy grin and trilling purr in Its voice may put many on edge. It practically oozes confident, predatory charisma despite being rather amiable, and Its voice may have hypnotic effects and even a hint of humor, and when angered, mixed with subtle menace during conversation.

The Gate Scratcher delights in riddles, jokes, and wordplay, and occasionally grants some minor gift, usually a favorite book to one who knows an especially amusing, original, and/or clever one not heard before. And It’s heard a lot of them. It lives onboard a starship, the only real purpose of the vessel being to serve as a mobile dwelling place and somewhere handy to keep Its stuff…

That would include a massive private collection of books from all times and planets visited. It includes originals, or near-perfect replicas, of every book supposed lost forever, from the Great Library of Alexandria in its prime, among other places and times. Never try to steal them, though, as the price for theft is being paradoxed out of existence!

Its collection of science, occult lore, mathematics, philosophy, mythology, and history hail from every inhabited planet It’s ever visited. This includes worlds yet to exist, and the distant past of worlds now dead or destroyed.

It is not easily offended, but roused to anger the cuddly demeanor drops, and the Gate Scratcher becomes a whirlwind of fur, teeth, and claws bent on one goal—taking down the guilty party, in the most efficient, ruthless, way possible.

That’s one reason why It has survived to the present day…that, and a healthy dose of time travel.