In Dreams of Trees : They Didn’t Care

Wordcount: 266
Rating/Warnings: PG
Summary: Heaven turns to Purgatory much quicker than they expected.

NOTE: This is a very rough draft with no editing at all (per National Novel Wiriting Month rules) and is presented for amusement value only. Think of it as a periscope into my writing process rather than a coherent story!

There will most likely be spelling and grammatical errors afoot as well as flat out bad writing, info dumps, plot holes, contradictions/retcons, uneven characterization and pacing. These snippits are also posted out of order, so please refer to the Outline to figure out where it’s supposed to fit.

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They Didn’t Care

Atlantis provides them the minimum needed for survival and for the most part the folks who live inside the city don’t notice what they are missing. There is a constant temperature, a constant humidity. No night, no day, no rain, no snow, no hot summer days or cold winter nights.

And it’s that unchanging nothing that gets to people.

They don’t notice it at first, it’s hard to notice the absence of unpleasant things, but after a while it makes them grumpy and snippy and there are arguments but no fights.

Before they get to fights White starts sending them out of the city.

They go out on missions to explore, make contact, trade for supplies and other needed things. They talk to the locals and go hunting. There’s no point in growing crops, except in those worlds where the time moves so fast that it’s only a few seconds in the city,.

So they have colonies, of a sort, because they never know when the doors will open so it’s hard to tell when it’s time to come home. There are worse things than waiting for the folks to come back, but it’s a little grating not know when they will come waltzing back through the door.

[There are some seriously problems with the timelines and the way time works within the city. I really need to sit down and try and work out all the permutations and repercussions about the way this is setup. Ask Jake maybe? Need some geeky minds to rip it apart and let me know whets wrong with the idea]

Martha Bechtel

My name is Martha Bechtel and I write fantasy and science fiction stories, paint small model horses silly colors, cast resin and plaster magnets, code random code (and Wordpress plugins)... Come on in and join in the fun!

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