Tiresias IV

Script for today:

Page 10

The lights on, we see JILL KEENEY (well, Jill-Prime, actually, but she’s the successor to the role of Jill Keeney) holding Taylor against the wall with one of his arms held in a hammerlock.

CAPTION: Our of the corner of my eye, I think I recognize this woman.

JILL: What do you think you’re doing, perv?

View of the floor.  We see Taylor’s and Jill’s feet.  Also, the bottle of shampoo, which is spilled where Taylor dropped it.  It is making some ominous bubbles…

CAPTION: I’ve seen her picture in the Illuminator.  She’s Jill Something-or-Other.  Star senior athlete.  Could probably kick my ass without even breathing hard.

TAYLOR (out-of-panel balloon): Please…my name is Taylor Chase…Marie was my girlfriend

Close up on Taylor and Jill’s faces.  Out of the panel, Jill is twisting Taylor’s arm and Taylor’s face is registering pain and perhaps a degree of panic.  Jill’s face is close by.  She is looking at him with a steely glare.

TAYLOR: No one’s heard of her for weeks…and no one seemed to be doing anything…I’m just trying to find out…

Same pose as before, but both Taylor’s and Jill’s features have relaxed a little bit.

TAYLOR (smaller -lettered balloon): …someone had to try…

Page 11

Another view from above.  Jill has turned Taylor around and is facing.  She has her hands on his shoulders.

JILL: Maybe you’d better come and talk to me.

Taylor and Jill sitting in the front seat of a small passenger car.  We see them in parallel, in profile.  Jill is driving.  Their faces are illuminated by the lights from the dash.  It is night.

CAPTION: Jill makes us get in her car.  She talks, but only about trivia.  I wonder what’s going on.

View from overhead.  Jill’s car is pulling up in a small parking area, it’s lights on.  There are a few other cars.

CAPTION: We don’t drive far.  Just to the edge of Pleasant Prairie, where there’s a lake.

Front view of Taylor and Jill sitting in the front seat of her car.  Jill is leaning forward to turn on the radio.  Taylor has his head turned, looking at her.

JILL: Get in back.

TAYLOR: Why?

JILL: This is a make-out spot for PP high school kids.  That’s what we’re going to pretend to be doing.

Extreme close-up of Jill and Taylor in low light.  Jill is nibbling at Taylor’s earlobe.

JILL: This is a good way to get close, talk low while playing the radio, and not look…suspicious.  Do you understand.

TAYLOR: Well, yes, but…

Close-up, but not quite as close as the previous panel, showing Jill and Taylor in the back seat of Jill’s car.  Jill has placed her index finger across Taylor’s lips.

JILL: Shut up and listen carefully.

Page 12

“Helicopter view” of the make-out area, including Jill’s car.  We see that a full moon is shining down.

CAPTION: And so I listen.  I hear a really frightening story.

CAPTION: Jill and some of her friends think they have a lead on some sort of international high-class white-slavery ring.

Close up of COLONEL JEREMIAH MADDER, sitting at a lectern in full dress uniform, lecturing.

CAPTION: In the middle of all the excitement, some spy-guy named Colonel Madder got arrested near Gnosis.

CAPTION: He was mixed up in capturing girls from Gnosis somehow.  Jill refuses to tell me how she could possibly know this.

Close up of BRIDGET O’BRIAN.  We see her head and shoulders, which are bare.  She is floating inside some sort of fluid-filled tube.

CAPTION: Apparently it goes back to something one of Jill’s friends got mixed up when she was doing study abroad.

A view of a naked girl, bound and bent over some sort of hobby-horse.  FRAU KUPLER, clad from head to toe in black leather, is in the process of flogging the naked girl.

CAPTION: Some sort of creepy madam runs an organization dedicated to making girls into sex slaves.

You know, compared to tube girls, white slavery rings, leather-clad dominatrices, and top-level government amputee creeps, a bunch of kids having sex in the back seats of cars seems just plain wholesome and All-American. So we’ll have a picture focusing on that.

Of course, since I’m not at all wholesome or All-American, my specific example will be taken from the Philippines.

From the blog of Mocha Uson.   From an entry about having sex in your car, which comes complete with a list of pointers.  The first item on the list: keep it clean.  The car, that is.

Tiresias III

Script for today:

Page 7

The lobby of the Periclea (an auditorium/theater).  We see Taylor and PAMELA in profile, talking.  Between them a poster advertising VERDI REQUIEM:  STUDENT PERFORMANCE.

TAYLOR: Hey, Pamela…have you seen Marie?  We were supposed to attend together.

PAMELA: Sorry, Taylor.  She slipped away at the gym last night I haven’t seen her since.

Taylor sitting in an Periclea seat.  He’s putting his hand on an adjacent seat waving off another approaching student.

CAPTION: Wonder where she could be?

TAYLOR: Sorry…I’m saving this for someone.

Close up on Taylor’s face, now in the darkened auditorium.  He looks worried.

SFX: Swirling musical score, marked with lyrics “…in die illa tremenda.”

CAPTION: She’s never stood me up before.

Close-up on Taylor, who is rising out of his seat, looking shocked.

TAYLOR: Jesus…

View of the stage in the Periclea.  Chorus and orchestra members are looking around in fear and confusion.  TANYA YIP is holding CONNIE MORTON (the soprano solosit) who has just fallen dead on stage.

CAPTION: Looks like bad times are coming at Gnosis.

Taylor sitting on the edge of his bed, holding a phone.

TAYLOR (into phone): Marie?  Sweetie?  I know everyone’s really shaken up by what happened tonight and I’m really worried and I really need you to call me, okay?

Page 8

Taylor lies in bed in the dark, alone.

CAPTION: No call ever comes.

An outdoor scene at Gnosis. The campus is covered in snow.  A pair of detectives and a student are standing on a path.  One detective is asking the student questions, while another is writing something down on a a notepad.  In the background, Taylor walks by, his hands jammed into the pockets of a winter coat.

CAPTION: There’s a lot of activity on campus.  People asking questions everywhere

Taylor is standing in the Gadget (the student cafe).  He is holding open a copy of the Gnosis Illuminator (the student newspaper).  One headline on the paper is visible, reading POSSIBLE LEAD IN MORTON DEATH.  In the background we can see a coffee bar with a barista taking someone’s order.  Another male student is looking over Taylor’s shoulder.

CAPTION: One poor girl is dead.  Some other students seem to have disappeared.

Taylor trudging through the snow, alone under a streetlight.  The light illuminates the part of the panel containing Taylor,  The rest is dark.

CAPTION: A week goes by, the two, then three.  In the chaos of events, no one seems to have that much attention for one freshman girl.

Two women walking down a snow-cleared path.  It daylight.  They are looking over their shoulders at Taylor, who is behind them, raising a finger.

CAPTION: But my attention is undivided.

TAYLOR: Hey, can I talk to you women a minute?

Taylor sitting across the table from Pamela in the Gadget.  Both have hot drinks of some kind.  Pamela appears to be talking, and Taylor is leaning forward across the table, listening intently.

TAYLOR: The last person I know to have seen Marie turns out to be her friend Pamela.  They were working out late in the gym.  She says she heard something suspicious shortly after she last saw Marie.

Page 9

Taylor stands with one hand on a pair of double doors labeled WOMEN’S LOCKER ROOM.  He is looking around rather nervously.

CAPTION: For some reason, I think that playing CSI will help, somehow.

View “from above” as Taylor enters the locker room.  It is dark.  He is illuminating the path in front of himself with a flashlight.

CAPTION: I really, really hope that no one is in here.

Someone in quick sequence turned on the lights in the room (SFX:  CLICK!), grabbed Taylor from behind (we see this person hands pushing Taylor hard forward) and shoved him up against the lockers (SFX, large letters:  SLAM!).  The bottle of shampoo that Taylor was smelling before is spilling out of his hand.

TAYLOR: Fuck!

A view inside a locker, which Taylor has just opened.  There is a towel, some toiletries.

CAPTION: Marie’s locker.  Didn’t Pamela say she told her she was going to the showers?

Reverse view of the previous panel.  Taylor’s face is illuminated by the glow of his flashlight, which he has set down.  He has taken a bottle from the locker, opened it, and is smelling it with an enraptured expression. In the ground (unseen by Taylor) a vague outline of a face can be seen.

CAPTION: I remember this smell…her hair…and yet it’s off a little somehow…

It is a measure of Taylor’s devotion to Marie that he is sneaking into a women’s locker room with his mind on his mission, rather than on something more like this.

Picture found in this set.  Go Taylor!

Tiresias II

Script for today:

Page 4

Close up view of Taylor and Marie’s hands, which are clasped together (a continuation of the action from the previous panel, they are still walking along but are now holding hands).

CAPTION: Her name was Marie.

Taylor and Marie sitting side-by-side in an auditorium.  They are watching a movie, their faces illuminated with a ghostly glow from the screen.  Marie’s head is on Taylor’s shoulder.

Taylor and Marie in the Gadget, sitting across from each other over coffee, gazing into each other’s eyes.

Same panel as before, except that they are leaning across the table at one another, kissing.  One of their coffee mugs has been knocked over and spilled.

Taylor and Marie are together on a bed.  Both are kneeling, with Taylor behind Marie.  Both are still wearing underpants, and Marie’s bra has come unhooked and fallen around her waist.  Taylor is reaching around, feeling Marie’s breasts.  He is leaning forward to kiss her, while Marie has turned her head around to meet his kiss, her mouth open in anticipation.

CAPTION: There was a moment where I feel like the luckiest guy ever born.

Taylor and Marie under the sheets, copulating in the missionary position.  We see them in profile, heads and shoulders visible above the sheets.  Taylor’s face wears an appropriate expression of climax, while Marie is smiling blissfully.

CAPTION: You’d have to be a pretty unlucky guy not to have at least one moment like that in your life.

Page 5

An elegant, high-rise cityscape.

CAPTION: Marie wasn’t like me at all.  She was a big-city girl, with a trust fund…and indifferent parents.

Border of the panel should be somewhat puffy (indicating that it is Taylor dreaming or fantasizing).  Taylor’s head, eyes closed, should appear in the lower-right part of the panel.  Inside the panel, a riot of images indicating Marie in a variety of interesting sexual adventures.  This can be largely artist’s choice, but should include at least one multi-partner scene, one with bondage, and one lesbian encounter.

CAPTION: A lot of guys might have been made jealous at hearing about all the stuff Marie had tried.

CAPTION: Not me, though.  I found it amazing to hear about all the things she said she’d been through.  It was a real turn-on.

Marie in a swanky gown, sitting at a tiny table in what looks like a stylish nightclub.  Her hair has been made up, and she is looking out of the panel at the viewer with an appraising expression on her face.

CAPTION: She might have been only a freshman like me, but she already had…some adventures in her life.

Taylor and Marie, seen from the head up, lying in bed (their heads on on a pillow).  Taylor is looking up with an amazed expression on his face.  Marie is lying with her face in profile, her lips near Taylor’s ear, whispering something in it.

CAPTION: And Marie liked to share

Page 6

Taylor tied naked to a bed (the P.O.V. involves looking down at him, as if we were a fly watching from the ceiling).  We see Marie from behind.  She is naked except for a pair of high, black-leather …books and is holding a riding crop.

CAPTION: I suppose she could have been making some of it up, but she sure had lots of interesting ideas.

A view of a wrought-iron gate, with MOTHER SUPERIOR EUPHEMIA (from the script Progress in Research) behind it, frowning.

CAPTION: Sometimes I thought Marie was lucky not to have been sent next door to Mary Magdalene College.

Portion of a campus map, showing Gnosis and Magdalene right next door to one another.

CAPTION: Where (rumor has it) a lot of problematical girls get sent by their rich families.  It’s right next door to Gnosis…

CAPTION: …but just try getting in there without permission!

A frat-house party.  Marie is standing on a table, somewhat scantily dressed, dancing.  A bunch of disheveled, intoxicated-looking frat guys are watching her.

CAPTION: Not that any walls would ever have been likely to hold Marie.  She was a real free spirit.

This panel reproduces the scene in Gnosis Dreamscapes, with Marie having sex with JOHN SAMSON in front of her three amazed friends.

CAPTION: I know sometimes she did stuff with other guys.  She even told me about it.

Taylor sitting on the side of a bed, holding Marie crosswise on his lap.  She is kissing him,

CAPTION: But really, I could cope with the hijinks and the open relationship stuff.  I felt blessed for every minute we had together.


You all don’t think I’d forgotten about Mother Superior Euphemia and here intriguing academy, did you?

Obviously it was on Taylor’s mind as well.

Image from this forum.  Meanwhile I have an excuse to post also another image I find arresting:

In the context in which I found it, it runs under the headline “100 Easy and Awesome Exercises You Can Do in Your Dorm.”

Awesome, yes.  Easy?  Well, maybe if you’re young…

Tiresias I

So, beginning today, another two-week run of script, continuing the Gnosis College story arc.  Not because I’m any good necessarily, but for the more fundamental reasons that I think I am obliged to keep practicing.  Also, the story interests me.  Hence a new script, in fourteen (probably) posts.  It’s called “Tiresias,” and why this is will become pretty apparent soon.

Page 1

A teen-aged TAYLOR CHASE is walking down a corridor in a high school.  He is alone, walking head-down, stoop-shouldered.  Behind him a big athletic guy is surrounded by admiring high-school girls.

CAPTION: I didn’t really amount to much in high school…

Taylor sitting around a table with a couple of other teen-aged guys in what looks like a den in one of their parents’ basements.  They shouldn’t be good looking guys — at least one should be overweight, one should have glasses, and another a bad case of acne.  Books and dice sit on the table.  In the background on the wall, some sort of poster from a Japanese anime series

CAPTION: The closest I ever got to girls were in role-playing fantasies…

Long view of a shabby-looking main street of a small town.  Taylor is walking along it, a tiny figure.

CAPTION: Pickings would have been a little slim in they dying town I grew up in.

Taylor, surrounded by other students (he’s mid-panel) taking the SAT.

CAPTION: But I had an aptitude for tests, and there was a college that wanted people from “non-traditional” backgrounds.

 

Page 2

A title panel page.   A long view of Gnosis College, looking idyllic.  “Old Bricks,” the central building, is in view.  Title reads:  GNOSIS QUEST, CHAPTER TWO:  TIRESIAS

CAPTION: And so I got a scholarship to go somewhere really cool.

 

Page 3

A long view down a seminar table.  The table is covered with books and notebooks and surrounded by students.  At the head of the table sits a PROFESSOR, while around the table sit various STUDENTS.  Taylor is sitting just to the Professor’s left, and appears to be in the act of speaking, gesticulating to make a point.  Everyone appears to be listening to what Taylor has to say.

CAPTION: It was so cool to be around people who actually seem to care about ideas.  No one at home was like that.

Taylor with about half a dozen other students, sitting around a table in a Gnosis cafeteria.  Trays with various people’s lunches are sitting on the table. The students are laughing, apparently having shared a really funny joke.

CAPTION: And people here are fun. You can actually talk to them and enjoy yourself.

A party scene.  Lots of students standing around talking, holding cups of beer.  Taylor is in the center of the panel.  He is looking away from us, catching in a corner of the panel a glimpse of MARIE OLDEN, who appears to be winking at him.

CAPTION: But the one thing that was really special here…

Taylor and Marie are walking side-by-side along a slated path.  It is autumn, made clear by fallen leaves in the breeze and on the ground around them.  Taylor is looking at Marie, somewhat rapt.  Marie is smiling, in the act of saying something.

CAPTION: …was just one person.

That’s the dream, isn’t it?  Be someone no one will look twice at in high school, in a town where your abilities and imagination are more the object of contempt than appreciation, but do well and go to college where things will be different.  And perhaps even find…romance. I remember well what it’s like to be Taylor’s age and believe in such things.

As Taylor is soon to find out, things will be quite different indeed.

Weird Science anticipates me

…in the matter of the whole Apsinthion Protocol/liquid girl thing.

Time I guess for another one of my melancholy Dr.-Fausuts-has-no-original-ideas posts.

A word first on how we might have gotten to the strange situation depicted in the panel above, and the provenance of the art.  It’s a panel from Weird Science #7, not a comix-format of the 1985 John Hughes movie, but an actual series put out in by famous EC Comics.  EC’s publisher William Gaines is an underacknowledged hero of American culture.  His comics lines broke new ground in many areas including horror and science fiction.  He acted defiant in front of a persecuting congressional committee.  He put an African-American character in a position of high competence and responsibility at a time when they were largely confined to menial or comic relief roles in mainstream fiction.  And when it became impossible to sustain his comics-making enterprise in the face of cultural backlash, he founded Mad magazine, which I’ll bet did more to train the satirical intelligence of generations of young Americans than any other publication — a latter-day American Mercury for the adolescent set.  A great story, which you can find entertainingly told in David Hajdu‘s The Ten-Cent Plague:  The Great Comic Book Scare and How it Changed America (click on image to the left).

But before Mad and all that, EC had Weird Science, a pioneer of science-fiction comics.  The stories were largely written by Gaines and Al Feldstein, and drawn by a remarkable set of comics artists the included Harvey Kurtzman, Joe Orlando, and the great Wally Wood.   Though the story of this post, “Something Missing!” was written by Feldstein and drawn by Jack Kamen.

Submitted for your consideration:  Professor Roger Lawrence is miserably married to Hannah, a shrewish middle-aged woman who rides him hard to give up his experiments and teach more classes so that they can have more money.  It’s not his fault:  Professor Lawrence’s life is the way it is because he lives in the EC Comics fictional universe, where bitterly unhappy marriages are the norm.  They drive plots forward, you see.  Lawrence finds comfort in two things:  the laboratory in which he has just perfected an amazing machine he calls the “Physio-Chemical Decomposer and Re-aligner,” and his pretty blond undergraduate research assistant, Sally Chadwick.

Lawrence and Sally successfully test the machine on a mouse, which they decompose into slime, then recompose into — a piece of cheese.  Sally’s explanation:  “…that’s what it was thinking about when the machine dissolved it.”  They reverse the process, restoring the mouse.  Then, of course, they fall in love.

Well, Hannah is not pleased at all when she sniffs out this turn of events.  She marches to the laboratory and demands admission.  Sally is trapped:  there will be scandal, ruin, unless she can improvise a method of escape.  And, being a brilliant as well as a beautiful girl, she quickly improvises one — leaping into Lawrence’s amazing machine and melting herself into something else!  (Thus the panel above.  For the fetishist, the detail of Sally’s abandoned dress and shoes on the edge of the machine really makes the scene.)

However, this does not work out quite as well as one might have hoped once Hannah storms in.

Doubtless an “oh shit” moment for Professor Lawrence.  For Dr. Faustus, though, it was a moment of marvel, because not only has Feldstein anticipated the whole “liquid girl” scenario, but in having Sally turn herself into a statue, he’s also anticipated the whole A.S.F.R. thing.   I mean, damn!  (And don’t get me started on the whole professor-scientist/student experimentee thing.)  Probably the deepest thrill, though, comes from the willingness of the girl to jump into the machine.

All is not lost, though, because Lawrence still has his machine.  Or…

I’ve omitted the last panel, because your imaginations may be better than fiction.  But if you really must you can, with some effort, find a reprint of the story.

A bizarre instrument?

Image delving for sexy girl robots for a slightly different purpose from this post, I came across a number or articles on the machine depicted to the left.  It’s “Moaning Lisa,” a robot which you can manipulate to bring to a simulated orgasm.

Well, that might be mad science enough just on its own, but what really caught my eye was that one of the best articles on this innovative piece of technology was on Synthtopia, a site devoted to electronic music, under the headline “Moaning Lisa:  The Most Bizarre Electronic Music Instrument Ever.”

Quoth her inventor, Matt Ganucheau

The process leading to a female orgasm is a uniquely delicate challenge for both sexes leaving it a mystery to most men and women. Moaning Lisa is an instillation that examines this complex process by simplifying it into an almost game-like state. With Lisa, as in life, there are no instructions on display. This leaves each participant to discover how Lisa’s true sexual potential is unlocked.

Wow.  I would be remiss, of course, if I didn’t embed appropriate video.

Matt Bell reporting from 2007 Arse Electronica:

The presentation of Moaning Lisa:

One has to love an audience question like, “So when are you going to release Moan Moan Revolution?”

But what really motivated posting this (somewhat) old news is that I hadn’t seen it before, and it was yet another reminder of how other people are thinking what you’re thinking.  Do you remember Tanya Yip’s rather unusual experience of being taught to sing better by being played like an instrument?

Tanya whips off her sweatshirt and casts it aside, then reaches back and undoes her bra-strap. Her bra hangs loose.

TANYA

Locrian! Please…

And, following that, her subsequent fantasy of becoming an instrument?

Sometimes I wonder if there are any unexplored erotic ideas.

Teuthology XIII

Script for today:

Page 38

View of Edith/Octopus, outside the tank which was dropped in the estuary. The tank is now deeper in the silt and partly covered with barnacles.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): I don’t have much strength left…just enough to make a final entry of data of my impressions.

View of Edith/Octopus drifting in the sea. Her tentacles are trailing behind her.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): No octopus lives very long, especially mated females. I knew that going in.

Another view of Edith/Octopus drifting. In some part of the panel, a small speck of something approaching should be visible.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): I read Charlotte’s Web when I was a little girl. I cried and cried when Charlotte had baby spiders and then died.

Another view of the Edith/Octopus, still drifting. The “speck” in the previous now looks vaguely like a human being with long hair swimming through the water.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): But right now I don’t feel sad at all. Instead, I feel blessed

Page 39

Still another view of Edith/Octopus drifting. A pair of human-looking hands are reaching into the panel.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): I am becoming one with my beloved ocean and…

LI ANWEI, naked, rather mermaid-like, has gathered Edith/Octopus in her arms and is holding her.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): How can this be…you can’t be…human.

Close up of the Edith/Octopus being held up against Anwei’s breast.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): Even if you insist on nourishing me using a human modality.

View of Anwei seen from above. She is swimming along the bottom of the estuary out further (indicated by darkening of the panel in the direction she is swimming).

CAPTION (Edith thinking): Perhaps I’m not about to die after all, but where is this creature taking me.

Page 40

View of Anwei, holding the Edith/Octopus forward, while kicking with her legs (indicate with silt being kicked up). She has reached a point where some sort of deep trench occurs in the seafloor. It is dark beneath.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): Into the depths, I see.

Same panel as before, except that all we see of Anwei are her bare feet sticking up out of the trench.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): Wherever it is, I’m sure it will be adventure.

CAPTION: End of “Chapter 1: Teuthology.”

 

And so, thanks Anwei and whoever she’s now working for, Edith’s story is not quite as sad as Charlotte’s Web after all.

That would surely seem to call for an erotic merfolk image in celebration.

Provenance unknown, beyond the fact that it (like so many things here) appeared at Janitor of Lunacy.

Teuthology XII

Script for today:

Page 34

A long view of a helicopter hovering low over an estuarine bay somewhere in Southeast Asia. Suspended below by a cable is a tank.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): I am getting something more amazing…

The tank dropping into the bay from the helicopter, making waves as it breaks the surface.

SFX: Splash!

CAPTION (Edith thinking): …than most people could possibly imagine.

A view of the tank resting on the bottom of the bay. Various marine plant and animal life about. And the Edith/Octopus is just beginning to emerge from the top of the tank.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): How many scientists get to actually be what they study?

Page 35

Close up view of the tank which was dumped in the estuary. A panel in the side of it has been flipped open and two of Edith’s octopus arms are pushing buttons.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): First to release the data.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): A deal’s a deal, after all.

A view of Edith/Octopus jetting away from the tank.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): And then…real freedom at last.

View of the Edith/Octopus making her way along an estuary bottom.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): It feels more wonderful to be a sea creature than even I dared imagine.

View of Edith/Octopus seizing a crab.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): Hunting and eating your own food is more delicious than any meal I’ve ver eaten.

Edith/Octopus burrowing into the bottom of the estuary. A small shark of some kind is visible in the background.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): It’s not all fun, of course. There are predators to avoid. Fortunately I’m well equipped to evade them.

A human, reaching for Edith/Octopus. It’s splay-fingered.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): But I can deal with some predators. I have a nice sharp beak and neuortoxic venom.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): Make a meal of something else, human.

Page 36

View of Edith/Octopus swallowing a fish.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): Amazing how much satisfaction you can get our of an existence of feeding, fighting, fleeing, and…

View with Edith/Octopus in the foreground and another T. mimicus in the background.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): …oh yes. That other thing.

The two octopuses, near the estuary bottom.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): I have been feeling somewhat heavy of late…and I was wondering if I was producing eggs.

The two octopuses have drawn together and are beginning to entangle tentacles with one another.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): I feel myself being drawn…I have no will at all.

The same two octopuses, now closely entangled.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): Though the fleeting thought does occur that being turned into an octopus probably voids the warranty on the universal vaccinative…

A largely dark panel, showing an octopus arm in the dark with little bright dots moving down it.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): Octopus sex makes what mammals do look absolutely superficial.

Page 37

Closeup view of the previous panel

CAPTION (Edith thinking): The male inserts his arm right into the female’s mantle cavity and sends sperm packets down it…imagine penetration that reaches right into your vital organs.

Close up on the eyes of Edith/Octopus.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): The experience is absolutely mind-blowing for me.

View of the Edith/Octopus digging in the silt.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): I have all the instincts of a female T. mimicus. I make a burrow and deposit my eggs.

View of an interior dark cavity. Lots of little baubles, like fish eggs, can be seen inside it.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): I don’t hunt any more, but guard the burrow. I make a gentle current so that my babies get oxygen.

A group of tiny octopuses floating up in front of Edith/Octopus’s eyes.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): And in the end, I see the miracle of life before my own eyes.

Edith/Octopus’s P.O.V. She sees a trail of little baby octopuses swimming upward.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): I find myself wondering if they’ll take away anything human from me. I sort of doubt it.

Edith isn’t kidding. Octopus sex is a lot hotter than most people know.

Science Daily has a fine article on the subject here.

Teuthology XI

Script for today:

Page 31

View of a girl (Edith as a child) swimming in the ocean. Her head and part of her bare shoulders are visible above the water.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): Ever since I was a little girl I wanted to plunge into the ocean.

View of a stretch of beach. A girl’s one-piece bathing suit lies discarded on it just where the waves are lapping on the shore.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): I wanted it so much I engaged in some behavior condemned as inappropriate.

View of Edith, perhaps a little younger looking than she was as a professor, in a white lab smock, wearing a face shield and surgical gloves. An octopus of some kind, partially dissected, sits in a tray in front of her on a lab bench.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): Perhaps I plunged into the study of the world’s smartest invertebrates as a substitute for what I could not do.

View of Shackleford and Chen. Chen sitting at the terminal typing. Shackleford is staring into Edith/Octopus’s tank.

CAPTION (Machine talk): We are ready to begin the process on you now, Professor Sterling.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): These jokers would never understand what a real commitment like that feels like.

View of Edith/Octopus in her tank, looking back at us, almost glowering. We see a print-out screen in part of the panel, showing us what she is writing. It reads simply, “NO.”

Close up on Shackleford’s face.

SHACKLEFORD: No?

CAPTION (Machine talk): I told you I have one more condition, Admiral.

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Extreme close-up on the Edith/Octopus’s eyes.

CAPTION (Machine talk): I wish to remain in my current form, and be placed in its natural habitat…

Edith/Octopus’s P.O.V. Shackleford, Chen, and a couple of techs looking into the tank, with appalled expressions. A faint reflection of the Edith/Octopus can be seen in the glass of the tank.

CAPTION (Machine talk): …together with adequate support for recording my experiences there.

(Note: this panel should take up about 2/3 of the page.)

From high above view of the factory floor. It has changed a good deal since first seen: it is cleaner, there is more equipment there. There are at least three hospital-style beds, and a conference table. Officers and white-coated lab personnel are sitting around the conference table, obviously in the middle of a rather contentious meeting.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): Well, bet they sure didn’t see that coming.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): They’ll pretend to debate and to argue and to resist and think deep thoughts about the “ethics” of the situation.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): But in the end I’ll bet they couldn’t be more pleased.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): I mean, how often is it that an inconvenient witness to your questionable deeds volunteers to be disposed of?

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A large, now partly sealed tank with some oxygenation/filtration equipment on top is being moved on a forklift, which is backing into a freight elevator in the lab, the same elevator which we saw on Page 4 of this script.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): After much back and forth and bickering about protocols, the boys consent to my one-way trip.

View inside an academic office. A messy one and cheap one – florescent lighting above, books and papers strewn everywhere. We see PROESSOR REBECCA WAITE in profile, looking down at her desktop computer with an astonished expression.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): Unknown to them, I do one last hack and send some…useful data to someone who I think might be able to use it.

Outside view. An unmarked truck, pulling away from the factory building. A black government sedan is just behind it.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): Becky Waite isn’t a friend, exactly. But she has the intellect to make sense of the data and the will to make interesting trouble with it.

Outside view. A C17 cargo aircraft is seen in long view, with the truck seen in the previous panel next to it.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): I send no good-byes to anyone. No one should mourn me…

Edith’s desire to plunge into the sea and stay there brings to mind two delicious images:

and

I found these at Janitor of Lunacy.  What research on their provenance I’ve had time to do seems to suggest that they’re AIDS-awareness related and that the artist is named James Jean.

FWIW I find these to be some of the most appealing promotions of condom use I’ve ever seen.

Teuthology X

Script for today:

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View of TECHNICIAN #1 and TECHNICIAN #2, sitting side-by-side at two computer terminals (we see them over the screens, so we can see their faces. TECHNICIAN #1 s typing frantically, while TECHNICIAN #2 is staring at his screen in disbelief.

TECHNICIAN #1: Shit! Someone’s triggered an encryption virus.

View of Shackleford, who’s turned around, with an enraged expression on his face. Chen is behind him, cradling his shocked hand. Still further in the background, Edith/Octopus’s tank.

SHACKLEFORD: WHAT?

CAPTION (Technician #1 speaking): It means we can’t get at any of the data, sir.

Edith/Octopus’s P.O.V. Shackleford has his finger jammed up against the glass, with an enraged expression on his face.

SHACKLEFORD: Type this in, Chen…

CAPTION (Machine talk): I can have you made into sushi, Sterling!

View inside the tank. Edith/Octopus has transformed herself (a native ability of Thaumoctopus mimicus) into the form of a lionfish.

CAPTION (Machine talk): Do you want to have only encrypted gobblydegook to show your superiors for data, Admiral?

Another view inside the tank. Edith/Octopus has transformed herself again, this tme into a sea snake.

CAPTION (Machine talk): I think in return for that data, you can come up with the budget to turn those poor girls back.

Edith/Octopus’s P.O.V. Shackleford is looking back into the tank with a shocked, disbelieving expression. Chen has raised an eyebrow.

CAPTION (Machine talk): That’s one of my conditions for getting your data back. Once it’s satisfied, I shall have another. Don’t worry. It will be easy.

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View of a half-girl, half-octopus, floating in a transparent horizontal tube, which is half full of liquid. Outside the tube, there are some largish ray-gun like objects pointed at the tube. Technicians in white coats and dark goggles are manipulating the ray-guns.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): I knew, of course, that a little blackmail would be necessary to get this project moving in the right direction.

Another view, from above, this of a more human-looking girl, floating naked on the surface of a now open tube. She has a number of IV lines running into her. Her eyes are closed. A WOMAN DOCTOR is examining one of the IV lines. SHACKLEFORD is standing at the side of the tank, looking at the girl, leaning a little close…

CAPTION (Edith thinking): Their set-up here was just a little too obvious.

Same view as before, except that now the Woman Doctor is glaring at Shackleford, who has straightened up and is pretending to pay close attention to something else.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): I mean, it’s not like I’m really the top person in my field. I had other attributes that made me a good candidate for their little scheme.

View inside Edith/Octopus’s tank. There are a number of screens visible to Edith/Octopus. Some show data, others show video feeds of girls in the process of being transformed back into girls.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): Beyond my ability to monitor the process and offer helpful suggestions from my data.

Flashback view of Edith, sprawled on a couch, the glow of a television set, having fallen asleep.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): They did their homework. A scientist with no close family, no significant other, about to not get tenure…

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Another view of Edith, hanging on the cruciform gurney.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): No one would ask too many questions if Edith Sterling were to just drop out of sight

View of the padded room from Page 9 of this script (the one containing the captive Dr. Sin), except that this time the room is empty.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): For all I know, there is no Dr. Sin. They needed help with their own research project that went off the rails.

Two working-class guys, sitting at a working-class bar. A bartender is polishing a mug in the background. Half-finished beers sit in front of both men. One is telling a story to another, who wears an astonished expression.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): It’s pretty difficult to keep local cops hushed up.

Close-up view of the panel under which Edith was working before, and the junction box which she installed.

CAPTION (Edith thinking): But one thing their homework didn’t tell them was that I did a lot of hacking as a rebellious teenaged girl, and I still have my chops.

View from above, looking down at a section of the factory floor. We see down into Edith/Octopus’s tank. We can see her outline. She is surrounded by monitors, but can see out the front of the tank. Arrayed in front of the tank are three pretty young women, wearing white terrycloth bathrobes and slippers. On one end of the line of young women stands a nurse with a clipboard, on the other Shackleford, in full-dress uniform, making a hand gesture as if to indicate “Here they are.”

CAPTION (Upper left, Edith thinking): I insist on seeing my work completed. It’s a good thing that these women are at least physically normal again. I had to do this, because “young woman risks life to save other women” is the sort of sentimental script Shackleford and his crew will be fooled by.

CAPTION (Lower right, Edith thinking): They would have never gone for the real reason…

And the real reason has something to do with…

I believe the artist is Hajime Sorayama, and the image comes from this Hungarian (I think) blog.