{"id":440,"date":"2007-09-02T08:52:29","date_gmt":"2007-09-02T16:52:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/2007\/09\/02\/jayjay-thuy-and-the-pitchfork-in-1496\/"},"modified":"2007-09-03T11:06:12","modified_gmt":"2007-09-03T19:06:12","slug":"jayjay-thuy-and-the-pitchfork-in-1496","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/2007\/09\/02\/jayjay-thuy-and-the-pitchfork-in-1496\/","title":{"rendered":"Jayjay, Thuy and the Pitchfork in 1496"},"content":{"rendered":"

We visited Rudy, Penny, and the twins in Berkeley yesterday, and I caught a few street images for today\u2019s illos, ending with a paparazzi pair of me trying to get my camera back from Rudy.<\/p>\n

Hylozoic <\/em> is going pretty good these days. I got a contract for it from Tor Books, which is encouraging. I\u2019m always grateful that I can get novels published.<\/p>\n

Here\u2019s a draft passage of Jayjay, Thuy, and the not-so-evil-after-all hillbilly pitchfork <\/a>arriving in the Hibrane. It\u2019s our man Hieronymus Bosch\u2019s home town, 1496, and everything in the Hibrane is six times as big as it is here.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nJayjay took Thuy by the hand, remembering the tower of loops that the pitchfork had taught him. The scale links were still in place: a helix spiraling from below the subbies to beyond the galaxy. Feeling light and nimble, Jayjay revolved the helix to aim its axis in the direction they flew. He reached through his heart to that one particular cell and carbon atom; he reached up past humanity to the Earth and the sky. He and Thuy sped forward as if in a particle accelerator.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

And touched down upon a stone street in a town with no lights or teep. The mild, damp night air bore the smell of human waste.<\/p>\n

A gentle thump sounded at their side: the pitchfork. Somewhere nearby, men were roaring a slow, deep-voiced song. A fat full moon hung low above the stair-stepped gables, the buildings oddly tall.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Looking up past the walls to the panoply of stars, Jayjay saw familiar constellations. He used the north star to find the points of the compass, noted that the low moon was in the west, recalled that a full moon sets near dawn, and drew the conclusion.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s about 4 a. m.\u201d\u009d he told Thuy.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s no teep to check that,\u201d\u009d said Thuy fretfully. \u201cThis place isn\u2019t right. Last time, the Hibrane was almost like our San Francisco, and they had lazy eight. But this is some kind of primitive backwater with no silps. Everything\u2019s mute. How do people live this way?\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re free,\u201d\u009d said Jayjay relishing the bucolic air. Already he was learning to ignore the bad smells. \u201cIt\u2019s great here. No Peng, no voices in our heads, no realtime video shows of our lives.\u201d\u009d <\/p>\n

Dogs barked in courtyards nearby, perhaps annoyed by the pitchfork. He stood beside Jayjay, balancing on his handle, vibrating his prongs at an ultrasonic rate. Now he slid down a few octaves, sculpting his reverberant tones into a voice.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\u201cI got a powerful belief my harp\u2019s somewheres near,\u201d\u009d said the aktual. \u201cShe\u2019ll answer when she hears me. I know it\u2019s gonna work out. We\u2019ve done all this before.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe have?\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe harp and me are manifesting as time loops. \u201d\u02dcCept we\u2019re outta synch. Seems like God and the Devil could manage to show up the same scale, place and time\u2014but that harp, she always takes a wrong turn.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re really saying she\u2019s God?\u201d\u009d asked Jayjay.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I\u2019m God now,\u201d\u009d said the pitchfork. \u201cAnd the harp\u2019s the Devil. We swap places all the time.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike yin and yang?\u201d\u009d said Thuy.<\/p>\n

\u201cOut the yinyang for true,\u201d\u009d said the pitchfork and went hopping down the street, his handle rapping smartly on the stones. Someone lit a lantern in one of the great houses, the window impossibly high above the ground.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

A slow, draggy squeal issued from a faintly visible alley. Horn-shod feet clattered on the stones; a massive bulk was shambling their way. The high window swung open, and the lantern light illumined a muddy hairy beast the size of a an old-style moving van.<\/p>\n

\u201cRun, Thuy!\u201d\u009d cried Jayjay, and turned to flee. The cobblestones were inordinately broad and high-crowned, with gaping cracks between them. At his very first step, Jayjay, clumsy with exhaustion, caught his foot in a gap and fell.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

The monstrous creature was coming closer, slow but ineluctable, snuffling his way through the fetid night.<\/p>\n

\u201cHelp me, Thuy!\u201d\u009d Jayjay moaned. \u201cMy foot\u2019s stuck.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n

A red-faced man in a nightgown was yelling from the window, but his speech was doubly incomprehensible. The voice was warped like a screwed audio clip, and the words weren\u2019t in any language Jayjay knew. German? Old English?<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\u201cPoor Jayjay,\u201d\u009d said Thuy, helping him to his feet. In the faint, jiggly light, Jayjay could see that she was smiling. \u201cI\u2019m happy because now I can tell this really is the Hibrane,\u201d\u009d she explained. \u201cThat means we have an advantage here. It\u2019s like we\u2019re one foot tall, dense as steel, and faster than weasels. I\u2019m gonna kick that hog\u2019s butt.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

And she proceeded to do just this. Thuy trotted towards the giant animal\u2014who was, yes, a twenty foot tall boar. She leapt into the air and gave the charging swine a smack on the snout with her fist. The boar veered ever so slowly to one side. Thuy ran around behind him and planted a volley of sharp kicks, dimpling his muddy hams. Bellowing like drunken molasses, the giant pig bucked his way past Jayjay and further up the street.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re super-gnomes,\u201d\u009d said Thuy.<\/p>\n

\u201cOr demons,\u201d\u009d added Jayjay. \u201cThese people are bound to be superstitious.\u201d\u009d\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

—quoted from Rudy Rucker, Hylozoic<\/em>, draft of a novel in progress.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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