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Friday, July 27, 2001
Lady JoThe Premise of Lady Jo is that one person cannot impose their will on history against the will of a people, no matter how much power they command. The conflict of Lady Jo lies in that of a woman versus a Machine(God). The story covers the following: Lady Jo has been deposed, from the autocratic rule of Heliopolis, by an executive that consists of representatives of the denizens of Heliopolis. She has appealed to the Archivist who has ruled in favour of the executive. She appeals to the represenataive of the Manarchists on the Executive. He declines to help and so do the other Manarchists.
So she goes to Kanu, the Night Treader who initiated the motion that deposed her. She appeals. Kanu explains the reality of Heliopilia to her, and drops hints about the existence and purpose of the Engine of Life. Lady Jo is unable to make sense of this and she leaves. All through this, we are shown delusions of grandeur crumbling in Lady Jo's pshyche. It would be fun to make her the mouth hysterical rheoric in the style of Thatcher. "We! Are! A! Grandmother!"
She seeks the Archivist, whom she knows to be in the Babelhaus, but she cannot find him. She meets the Guard and flees in hysteria, down, down...
Finally, the revelation. "I am the Engine of Life. In my mind isthere is a model of a thousand worlds and a million forms of life. My eyes are set into every wall in Heliopolis. Everything that happens, they scan. I was made long ago, by those like Lady Jo. Their technology gave me the hands needed to manipulate the chain of molecuse that construct life. Therefore I grew it. Their myths were shown to me, and I was told me to make them real. So I have done" "The creation of life is achieved at a price. The price is death. Some things cannot be constructed or be deducted. Instead they must be wrest from dead flesh. I am the Engine of Life and I must be fed. The death of Lady Jo was planned long ago, like the decoding of the information in her genes. It is needed to construct the final myth. The adversary my builders so longed for."
"From your flesh, my dear, dead Lady Jo, will spring forth the seed that shall germinate into the Archangel Lucifer." 0 Comments: |
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