Chapter 3B: Kendra takes over Lisa's newscast.


Lisa would not see what happened after she went limp. The panic was immediate: crew members rushed up to see if she was all right, staffers dropped their SeeClips and stared at her, and everyone who wasn't immediately involved in attending to Lisa's limp, cold body was staring at everyone else.

Nobody wanted to say what everybody wanted to say. The silence was like a heavy shroud over them all.

In each of their minds was the same question, their mouths almost forming the words: Did she say David?

Nobody ever spoke of David aloud.

Lisa's eyes flickered, openshutopenshutopenshut and her chest heaved once, twice. Someone held a stim-cap to her forehead and the flush in her cheeks said it was operating but she did not move.

"Get her on here," a medtech said. Staffers helped lift Lisa's body onto the floating stretcher they'd brought in. A tube was fed into her nose as they led her out of the studio and into the hallway, providing air to her lungs.

Already, a new speaker was sitting into Lisa's chair; Kendra was her name, Lisa's understudy. She had been provided with flashnotes from a brain scan that was performed on Lisa just at the start of the broadcast, a backup system devised some time ago.

Kendra cleared her throat. The holoprojectors keyed on her.

"Lisa has taken ill," she said. "A seizure, we believe. We'll update you on her condition as we learn details. Please keep her in your thoughts. Returning to the news now," Kendra concentrated, trying to sort in her mind the memories of the Angels' talk that were Lisa's, now imprinted on her own mind. It always made her feel slightly dizzy to access them and she liked it better when they were wiped at the end of the show.

"We will also update you on the status of the Mars Orbiting Station. The Protectorate assures us that the aliens who are attacking Mars are at least 1 week away from being able to attack the... IO17... and our defenses our being mustered."

Kendra wondered whether They would do anything to repel an attack on this planet.

"Beyond that, there is little to add at this point. The hole in the ocean, meanwhile, appears to have stabilized in recent hours to a width of 37 kilometers. Two probes were sent to determine its depth but they did not return. These holos you are seeing"... Kendra saw in the edge of her vision the implant-driven holofeed that viewers at home would see..."Show the present status of the hole. The blackness, scientists say, is not simply a result of shadow but perhaps some sort of cloak."

The holo showed a nearly-perfectly-circular blackness, formed in the Pacific Ocean. Not just a hole, it appeared to be a gap in reality - the edges fuzzed and pixilated where the water met the dark. Looking straight at the blackness it was easy to see it was three-dimensional the way one knows the moon or the sun is three-dimensional but beyond that nothing could be discerned. At the edge of the blackness the water frothed and churned and spouted but did not appear to be dropping into it. As the holo continued, one of the probes Kendra had mentioned shot into view, circling around the blackness and the view on the holo switched to shot from the probe, twisting from the blackness to see the edge of the ocean and then going to black, after which the view showed Kendra again.

"Authorities are not answering questions about where this came from or whether it is associated with the Mars attacks. They are urging you to stay inside and only leave your houses for emergency purposes."

Kendra focused again, trying to access the next bit of news the Angels had given Lisa, trying to decipher the weirdly-arranged information that was conveyed from the Angels to Lisa to her; the patterns did not line up properly with her mind and it was like listening to a thrice-translated conversation. There was not much else there. She moved to Africa.

"Scientists studying the Human-Dogs hybrid creatures recently uncovered in Kenya have determined that the combinations of DNA were done by grafting that is beyond... human... capabilities at the present. The three dogs that have been located are being held at a secure facility. The DNA grafts were done inside the mitochondria of the dogs and do not appear to have been intended to create a new creature at all; instead, scientists are speculating that the purpose was to use dogs to create more human DNA strands."

There was a pause while Kendra did not say what nobody would say about that, which was that it was apparent that They were behind the creation of additional human DNA strands.

Kendra realized that the next item, in fact, was that people with quadrupled DNA strands had been discovered, that two new babies born in Denmark in the past 24 hours did not have the usual spiral DNA pattern but a strangely-set up four-strand DNA spiral. She began:

"In Denmark," but just as she did that, she saw an image of an Angel out of the corner of her eye, blotting out her own view of the holofeed. The Angel gestured angrily and shouted something guttural and although Kendra could not understand its words, her fear at its visage caused her to stop talking.

"That's the news," she said, quietly, and the Angel in her vision disappeared. Her shoulders slumped with the sudden release of tension and she hoped that Lisa would be back to do this because if she did not, Kendra was going to have to talk to the Angels tomorrow.

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Grumpy Bulldog -- who in his real life as an author has a new website to celebrate his upcoming book series "Tales Of The Scarlet Knight," got yesterday's question right, and is in a solid second place, while Rusty got the 10 points for Being Caller Number 2.

On to today's question and topic of discussion, which is: Fake Holidays in Science Fiction.

Over on his blog today, Michael Offutt mentioned that IQ84 has a complete short story in it -- a story that plays into the novel's plot itself, and he mentioned that Grumpy did a similar thing in his book "Where You Belong." A while back, on this blog, I did a post on what I called, for lack of knowing anything better to call it, "The Best Fictional Plot Point," in which I talked about movies and TV shows and books that had created something out of whole cloth to revolve the plot of the story around -- things like the equation in The Infinities or Jerry's move in Seinfeld. And even earlier before that, I'd done a whole post on The Best Fake Musical In A Real Movie, and now today I'm thinking about all those things authors make up to further the made-up story they're telling -- everything from fake songs like in Norman Spinrad's old book Little Heroes to full on fake short stories like John Irving did in The World According to Garp (and Dilloway, and Murakami did in their stories.)

So far as I know, nobody has yet written an entire fake novel within a novel -- but I'm sure that's not very far off.

And also, that's off the track. What I'm specifically thinking about today are the holidays that populate sci-fi (and fantasy) books and movies and TV shows, and I've been wracking my brain trying to think of what holidays those might be, because I am 100% certain that in the course of reading my many sci-fi and fantasy books over the years, I've read about holidays that only exist on strange worlds or in service of strange gods, but I cannot think of a single one except Festivus, and that doesn't count.

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Assumption of St. Antwelm. Because King Antwelm assumed everybody wanted to be happy, enjoy themselves, and have the best possible time together, on his death he willed his entire personal fortune to financing an annual festival for this purpose. Events of this holiday include a feast, dancing, and fatuous games such as Hunt the Wocket. (Celebrated on Saquo-Pilia Hensha, the ultimate headquarters of the publisher of the Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy)

The Five Extra Days in the Númenórean Calendar: days added to the Middle Earth calendar to set it straight, celebrated as holidays.

Colonial Day, an annual holiday that celebrates the official signing of the Articles of Colonization that occured 52 years prior to the final Cylon Attack in the Battlestar universe that I loved so much before it ripped off Hitchhiker in a finale that made no sense.

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What holiday was celebrated via the pod race in which Anakin Skywalker won his freedom?

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Chapter 3A: Lisa's Newscast is interrupted.


Lisa sobbed silently, sitting in the pod with her legs curled up against her chest and her hands pressed against her eyes -- the hands not covering her eyes but pressing into them, balled into fists and gouging into the eye sockets to try to make the physical pain Lisa felt mirror the psychic pain that ravaged every cell of her consciousness like a terrible electrical storm.

Silently, her chest heaved and her mouth opened in a wordless scream of despair, the tears escaping from around her fist-pummeled eyelids and leaking into her wide open mouth. Words ran through her mind in seemingly random order: Tom's saying I love you, her saying nobody would be all right, the executive saying the news would be a bit delayed because of troubles with the satellite, someone shouting out that there were more aliens and they were attacking Mars and the overheard whisper that in Euro they had come out of the ship.

And those words flashed by the images that the angels had given her, images that included Tom strapped to a gurney of some sort talking to what looked for all the worlds like a balled up collection of alien mouths and claws.

Her sides hurt from gasping for air and trying to not make a sound. Others came in and out of the lavatory but she sat in her pod, hearing only the muted sounds of entry and exit, people talking excitedly.

One, though, broke through the clamor of her traumatized mind. A voice came in and said to someone else: "Where is Lisa?"

Her own name stalled her mind for a moment, enough for her to unball her fists and sniffle and try to quell the sobs. She listened to see if she could hear more, but the response was too muffled by the walls of her pod doing their job.

She wished that there were tissue in the pod, like in old times. There was not. She took off the sweater she wore in the office and tried to use it to mop her face, dry up the tears and sweat that came from a violent sadness like she was suffering. Her body involuntarily shook and shivered one or two more times, and when she tried to stand up she could not, at first.

Tom is going to die.

was all she could think.

And she would have no father for her baby. That seemed so important, with everything else that was going on. Whatever was going to happen, Lisa wanted Tom to be alive and to help her and the baby through whatever came next and he would not. The Angels had been clear about that: Tom was not coming back to her.

She had to face this new reality -- atop a reality humanity had never gotten used to in the first place -- without Tom and with her baby.

She felt her stomach. The baby was still too small to feel but she imagined she could touch it anyway. She wanted to reassure it that everything would be fine but the baby shared everything with her and she knew it understood that there was no way its mother could guarantee that anything would be fine.

Humanity had been living a surreal nightmare for too long now; that old existence where humans wondered if they were alone had been completely replaced by a new, constantly-questioning state where they knew they were not alone but knew nothing else, where the world was constantly in flux and every new weird thing, every coincidence, every problem or benefit, was questioned: did it come from them? What are they doing?

It had been, for all of Lisa's life, like sleep falling, like that first moment when you start to fall asleep and suddenly feel like you are falling and jerk yourself awake: her entire life had felt as though that was happening, as though she was perched between realities and afraid to drop into one but could not stay in the other.

And now she had jerked herself awake to find that she did not like the reality she was stuck in. The world was only just finding out what Lisa already knew, thanks to the Angels.

She tried to stand again, did so, weakly, and took a deep breath. Almost, almost, the sobs started again but she swallowed and opened the pod door and stepped out.

Three people stood in the lavatory. Lisa recognized all, knew only one by name. That one, Jaqueline, said:

"They're looking for you."

Lisa nodded. She was not ready to speak yet.

"They've fixed some of the satellites and you can give the news," Jaqueline went on.

Lisa nodded again.

"Thanks," she whispered hoarsely.

A tear got out of her eye and ran down her face.

"You okay?" asked one of the women she did not know.

Lisa shook her head and stepped over to the lavatory door, causing it to slide open. She walked outside and saw the corridors of the news center bustling, people running around, showing each other e-screens of updates and setting cams up and the desk where she stood being uploaded with the stories and images. She walked over there, her producer, Stephan, coming up to her.

"You look terrible."

Lisa didn't answer.

"I've been looking for you. You need the updates," he said.

"I have the updates," Lisa said quietly.

"You don't know what's going on in Euro. And Africa. There's new stuff there. Plus the hole in the ocean."

Lisa nodded. "I know about the hole in the ocean."

Stephan swallowed. "You do?"

Lisa sat at the desk and looked up at him. Her hands found the metallic outlines where her palms rested to allow her to control the images with a thought. She flickered the hole in the ocean into a holo in front of them.

"What do you think I talk to them about?" Lisa said. "I know it all before you do."

"What's going on?" Stephan said.

"It's not good," Lisa said.

"Satellites up! Go!" a tech yelled and the cams around Lisa flared red as they focused on her.

"Good afternoon," Lisa said, looking directly ahead of her. She generally spoke from memory and stared straight ahead; the cams would rotate her image to project it as though she was looking at them. "The headline for today is that humanity is twice-doomed. Even as we speak, there is a race of aliens attacking the outer edge of our civilization. Our Mars Orbiting Station has been destroyed. The surviving two crew members are hostages of this new invader species."

Lisa detailed the attacks on Mars, providing images culled from her memory, images planted there by the Angels, who somehow knew what would happen. She had known all of this before she even came out of the trance, and before it had happened. She was sworn not to interfere but had done so by calling Tom and she did not care if the Angels took retribution against her.

The images showed the attack and the aftermath, space debris spinning, while Lisa detailed what little was known of the invaders. She was almost finished when, without warning, the images were scrubbed away. The holo in front of her went black. She was suddenly unable to talk.

She tried to pull her hands off the palm imprint readers, but a jolt of electricity coursed through her and she could not. Her hands remained glued there. Her eyes watched as the holo shifted to the hole in the ocean, a different view than she had in her mind and not the one she had shown Stephan.

Her jaw suddenly clenched, then unclenched. It wiggled left, then right. Alarmed, she tried to pull her hands away again but could not. A larger surge of power briefly left her breathless, and then her mouth opened, and she said lugubriously:

"This..."

She struggled against the compulsion to talk and felt a sharp pain in her head. Her mouth said:

"... is..."

Lisa felt exhausted. Her nerves jangled. The crew around her had all turned to stare. The hole in the ocean, on the holo, glowed red briefly, and Lisa felt her jaw clench as though she was going to vomit. Her voice said, without her willing it to:

"...David..."

And with that, Lisa screamed and her body went limp as she passed out. The holo image flickered, and then faded.