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Monday, February 19, 2018

EXCERPT: The Lords of Creation

An excerpt from John C. Wright's masterpiece of pulp madness, SUPERLUMINARY: The Lords of Creation.

Aeneas Tell of House of Tell, the youngest of the Lords of Creation, was twenty-one when he was assassinated for the first time.

His secondary brain came awake while his primary brain was still foggy with strange dreams. Alert to danger, the secondary brain stopped the nerve pulses from the primary brain which otherwise would have let him groan and open his eyes, which would have precipitated the nervous killer’s attack.

But his primary brain had been in the delta brainwave stage of sleep, a deep and dreamless slumber. There was no sound, no light, no disturbance. What had broken his sleep? A memory, like an echo, of terrible multiple toothaches left a metallic taste in his mouth.

He had been dreaming about his insane grandfather, the Emperor. The old man had been telling him about the secrets of the universe… then a stinging pain in his teeth had jarred him awake. But how could Aeneas remember a dream when he had not been in the desynchronous brainwave state in which dreaming was possible?

Aeneas, eyes still closed, not daring to move, increased the firing rate of his auditory nerves. He was laying on the nongravity cushion of his opulent four-poster bed. The neverending whisper of the high-altitude winds of Mount Everest beyond the bubble of weather-controlled air was now loud to him.

On these upper peaks his family had erected the proud imperial palace-city of Ultrapolis, whose towers and domes were impregnable behind concentric force-shells and thought-screens. None of the artificial or bio-modified races of the nine worlds, fifty worldlets, and one hundred eighty moons of the Solar System could bring any realistic threat to bear on these defenses, not while the twelve ranking members of the House of Tell, the so-called Lords of Creation, retained control of the stratonic supertechnology known only to them.

But betrayal from within was another matter.

The quiet hiss of the protective screen that the bedposts projected around the bed was gone. He could not hear the heartbeats of his two bodyguards posted in the anteroom of his apartments. Instead he heard the heartbeat, louder and faster than was possible for an unmodified human being, of the assassin.

As the youngest member of the Family, Aeneas had been stuffed into the oldest wing of the oldest palace, and no other guards were within shouting distance.

There was no sound of footsteps on the nightingale wood floor of his bedchamber, and so for a moment Aeneas had a false sense of hope. But the sound of the racing heart was close at hand.

The killer was in the chamber with him.

Then he felt a waft of intense cold radiating from the cells of the man’s body. The assassin was near the bed, coming closer, bending over him.

Aeneas reflexively focused a thought to his signet ring, asking alarms silently to ring and the armaments hidden in the walls to slay the intruder. But there was no response. The electrotelepathic circuit was blocked.

The nanoscopic thought-broadcast cells his mother had implanted in the bones of his skull likewise were blocked when he tried to send needle-thin neuropsionic signals to receivers hidden in the ceiling.

A sharp, stabbing pain reappeared in his lower left molar, and then vanished. And then an upper incisor throbbed with a pain that vanished, and then a bicuspid. It was an basic proprioception code. It read: Intruder in dis-inertia armor… negative-vitality field integument… contortion node detected…

Of course. The killer was wearing armor that contorted the fabric of space a few inches in each direction around himself and lowered his inertia. It would prevent ordinary weapons, bullets or monomolecular blades, from imparting kinetic energy to him to do damage. Hence he could glide across the floor without imparting any pressure to the special floorboards biogineered to sound off when they felt an unfamiliar footstep.

The contortion node was a teleportation path for the assassin’s escape.

Modified electroneural ganglia beneath the killer’s skin—impossible for normal antiweapon sensors to detect—had erected a life-energy absorption cocoon. Hence the killer had silently drained Aeneas’ two bodyguards of their life and added it to his own, increasing his neural speed and muscle pressure. It was a vampire field, a modification illegal to all but the highest ranking and most trusted servants of the Lords. And a normal man would be killed at a touch.

Aeneas was no normal man. From hidden retaining cells in his bone marrow he released stored life-energy charges into his body, increasing his nerve-muscle potential beyond what a vampire energized with only two men’s vitality could match.

Faster than a striking snake and stronger than a rhino, Aeneas flung up the bedsheet and drove his fist into the man’s chest.

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16 Comments:

Blogger bob kek mando February 19, 2018 9:05 PM  

it amuses me that John appears to be a heretic on the Pluto question.

Blogger LP9 February 19, 2018 10:29 PM  

Wonderful reading, I love Wright's work among so many at Castalia House, I am so proud of their work and the staff from the outside looking in from Castalia House to InfoG are amazing.

Blogger EIA February 19, 2018 11:02 PM  

Got it, finished it. Liked it. Reminds me a bit of A.E. van Vogt. The start of a series?

Blogger Tim SuperSijy February 19, 2018 11:13 PM  

This is one of Mr. Wright's greatest works. Blends of Awake mixed with Golden Age and even some Orphans of Chaos.

Get it. Read it. This is why I support the man on Patreon.

Blogger The Overgrown Hobbit February 19, 2018 11:17 PM  

Read this on the web when it was finally complete. It was FAN-tastic. Thanks for putting it in a handy-to-my-kindle format!

Blogger S. Misanthrope February 20, 2018 1:02 AM  

This is awesome.

Blogger Scott C February 20, 2018 2:01 AM  

Wish I could write sentences like Mr Wright.

Blogger VD February 20, 2018 5:21 AM  

The start of a series?

Book Two will be out in a month. Book Three the month after that.

Blogger wreckage February 20, 2018 6:24 AM  

One of the best bits is watching Wright navigate the interactions of the bucketload of physics-scoffing supertech. He makes it look easy.

Blogger Desdichado February 20, 2018 7:47 AM  

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Blogger Ken Prescott February 20, 2018 8:06 AM  

#MeToo

Seriously, this is awesome stuff.

I keep writing as best I can, and maybe I'll get to be half as good.

Blogger Jonathon Davies February 20, 2018 2:12 PM  

Bought it. Look forward to starting it this weekend.

Blogger Banjo February 20, 2018 2:37 PM  

War freaking Dysons

JCW is my favorite living author. It's killing me that I can't finish Count to a Trillion because Tor.

Blogger NeoNietzsche: February 20, 2018 6:41 PM  

Frustrating! Bought it last night, haven't been able to get past the first couple of pages cause work (and prepping taxes for my accountant!) are forcing me to abandon my tablet for the workbench. That excerpt (like most of the previous ones) forced me to buy-it-now!

Blogger SirHamster February 20, 2018 7:15 PM  

VD wrote:The start of a series?

Book Two will be out in a month. Book Three the month after that.


Eh? Does Book Three end where the online version did, or is JCW expanding the story?

Blogger wreckage February 21, 2018 8:01 AM  

@11. Yeah. War Dysons. BWAHAHAHAAAAA! I love it.

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