Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. It is a draft; there are mistakes, many misspellings and sometimes long periods of no updates. copyright: ion fyr 2025
[Nila’s dreamworld]
Nila had never had a pet cat, so the tiger-striped cat sitting on her head was suspicious. She pushed it off and it jumped an unnatural distance to a shelf full of antique paper books, like Etelka collected…Etelka…
The room was sunny but cold, or was it warm, but under flickering light nodes. Her eyelids fluttered and a sunny woman, somehow familiar, from a long time ago, looked down at her from behind a white surgical mask, of plastic and steel and glass.
There were words spoken and faceless entities intoned and meowed and cackled at her as the breather-of-somnus came down on her face again. The lightnodes went out, but for a brief instant, Nila could see the heat of the Doctor….Daytime…and the helpers.
But then she was awake. The rings, if you are not by now familiar, are of an alien manufacture. There were five, spooled on two ‘saddles’ as Etelka called them: the good ones and the bad ones.
Nila loved the rings. They made her sooo very powerful: she could see invisible locations, hear unspeakable tongues and blow skyships from their aerial perches and purchases. they were on her hand…
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A minor side-affect of cybernetic implants on Terra in the 23rd century of that planet is that to ameliorate the effects of sticking robotic and wirey parts into a human body, is that there are also picorobotic machines tagging along.
These are imperceptable by the biological eyeball but swirl around in the bloodstream, collecting escaping plastics and metals and dumping them as waste, all the while maintaining the intended circuitry.
When discovering the rings, which by all accounts, looking back on this saga, were the creations of tiger-demons from outerspace, the picobots were confronted by a sizable difficulty. They could expel them, as was their perview, but because the particles, spread far and wide by a hurtling and molten mass of railgunned metal, were of exotic, augmented gold, the picobots left them, perhaps confusing them for Nila’s existing wiring, perhaps the augments carried with it a proscription. In any case, our hero ended up with a permanent gift.
Ion Fyr 