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May. 16th, 2011
Last night I dreamed I was a slake moth (or I was riding it, dream was vague), flying above New Crobuzon. Then I fucked right off because no way was I staying in that shithole for another five minutes. Being a flying dream it was beyond great because I have very realistic dreams about flying where I have to actually beat my wings and take into account things like wind resistance and updrafts (I flew a lot better in this dream than in others, maybe because I've had so many I'm getting better at it, or because I took into account I had, y'know, wings, rather than just flapping my arms like I usually do). I think I started off going up the river as a pirate (the Black Pearl was involved), and then probably I realised I was dreaming and was like 'save the slake-moths'! So I did.
I mean, there's no denying it was a good book, if only because it's engraved itself into my subconsciousness (nearly wrote sunconsciousness, which is just awesome) as thoroughly as Mass Effect has, so its clearly powerful. Unfortunately it's powerful like Man with the Iron Heart, in which I start really hating the author because he has created something which revolts me to the pit of my stomach.
In my version, the story ends with a huge pack of slake moths decending on New Crobuzon and eating everyone, then inhabiting the ruins in an awesome post-apocalypse beauty-fest of crumbing buildings and nests and insanely gorgeous wings which blot out the sun, and the reader is left with a satisfying feeling that nothing of value was lost, the good guys won and the world is a better place as a whole.
That or Mass Effect Mirek turns up with the Normandy and ships the slake moths off to the Rachni home world where they eat Rachni song forever and live happily every after. And then a Reaper turns up and eats New Crobuzon. Which turns out to be like the Batarian home world. And Mirek feels kinda bad but not really. And the Batarians really hate him now. And no one cares because the Batarians are enslaving arseholes of the galaxy and everyone is better off as a whole. And the Rachni are happy because they thought the moths had died out. And no one gives a shit about the main characters because Mirek shot them in chapter 1 for attacking a critically endangered species.
I mean, there's no denying it was a good book, if only because it's engraved itself into my subconsciousness (nearly wrote sunconsciousness, which is just awesome) as thoroughly as Mass Effect has, so its clearly powerful. Unfortunately it's powerful like Man with the Iron Heart, in which I start really hating the author because he has created something which revolts me to the pit of my stomach.
In my version, the story ends with a huge pack of slake moths decending on New Crobuzon and eating everyone, then inhabiting the ruins in an awesome post-apocalypse beauty-fest of crumbing buildings and nests and insanely gorgeous wings which blot out the sun, and the reader is left with a satisfying feeling that nothing of value was lost, the good guys won and the world is a better place as a whole.
That or Mass Effect Mirek turns up with the Normandy and ships the slake moths off to the Rachni home world where they eat Rachni song forever and live happily every after. And then a Reaper turns up and eats New Crobuzon. Which turns out to be like the Batarian home world. And Mirek feels kinda bad but not really. And the Batarians really hate him now. And no one cares because the Batarians are enslaving arseholes of the galaxy and everyone is better off as a whole. And the Rachni are happy because they thought the moths had died out. And no one gives a shit about the main characters because Mirek shot them in chapter 1 for attacking a critically endangered species.
Last night I dreamed I was a slake moth (or I was riding it, dream was vague), flying above New Crobuzon. Then I fucked right off because no way was I staying in that shithole for another five minutes. Being a flying dream it was beyond great because I have very realistic dreams about flying where I have to actually beat my wings and take into account things like wind resistance and updrafts (I flew a lot better in this dream than in others, maybe because I've had so many I'm getting better at it, or because I took into account I had, y'know, wings, rather than just flapping my arms like I usually do). I think I started off going up the river as a pirate (the Black Pearl was involved), and then probably I realised I was dreaming and was like 'save the slake-moths'! So I did.
I mean, there's no denying it was a good book, if only because it's engraved itself into my subconsciousness (nearly wrote sunconsciousness, which is just awesome) as thoroughly as Mass Effect has, so its clearly powerful. Unfortunately it's powerful like Man with the Iron Heart, in which I start really hating the author because he has created something which revolts me to the pit of my stomach.
In my version, the story ends with a huge pack of slake moths decending on New Crobuzon and eating everyone, then inhabiting the ruins in an awesome post-apocalypse beauty-fest of crumbing buildings and nests and insanely gorgeous wings which blot out the sun, and the reader is left with a satisfying feeling that nothing of value was lost, the good guys won and the world is a better place as a whole.
That or Mass Effect Mirek turns up with the Normandy and ships the slake moths off to the Rachni home world where they eat Rachni song forever and live happily every after. And then a Reaper turns up and eats New Crobuzon. Which turns out to be like the Batarian home world. And Mirek feels kinda bad but not really. And the Batarians really hate him now. And no one cares because the Batarians are enslaving arseholes of the galaxy and everyone is better off as a whole. And the Rachni are happy because they thought the moths had died out. And no one gives a shit about the main characters because Mirek shot them in chapter 1 for attacking a critically endangered species.
I mean, there's no denying it was a good book, if only because it's engraved itself into my subconsciousness (nearly wrote sunconsciousness, which is just awesome) as thoroughly as Mass Effect has, so its clearly powerful. Unfortunately it's powerful like Man with the Iron Heart, in which I start really hating the author because he has created something which revolts me to the pit of my stomach.
In my version, the story ends with a huge pack of slake moths decending on New Crobuzon and eating everyone, then inhabiting the ruins in an awesome post-apocalypse beauty-fest of crumbing buildings and nests and insanely gorgeous wings which blot out the sun, and the reader is left with a satisfying feeling that nothing of value was lost, the good guys won and the world is a better place as a whole.
That or Mass Effect Mirek turns up with the Normandy and ships the slake moths off to the Rachni home world where they eat Rachni song forever and live happily every after. And then a Reaper turns up and eats New Crobuzon. Which turns out to be like the Batarian home world. And Mirek feels kinda bad but not really. And the Batarians really hate him now. And no one cares because the Batarians are enslaving arseholes of the galaxy and everyone is better off as a whole. And the Rachni are happy because they thought the moths had died out. And no one gives a shit about the main characters because Mirek shot them in chapter 1 for attacking a critically endangered species.