Post by Shadaras on Oct 3, 2011 16:08:04 GMT -5
Long ago, long long ago, before the people in whose image we were shaped came to the planet we name Earth, there was just the Fae. They didn't call themselves the Fae, of course, not exactly; they were the People, the Planet, born of the world (the motherfather, fathermother, parent -- there is no word in our tongue that can explain what the planet is to them, nor what the sky is, nor the sun or seas) and part of the world.
They were changeable, the Fae were, evershifting their forms to suit themselves. So long as the sun shone, the earth grew, the wind blew, and the waters ran clear and strong, they could be anything they desired.
Then came the Angels. They didn't call themselves the Angels, of course; they called themselves the Hanshim, the People, and they were sailing the stars to find another world to colonize, as they had outgrown their old one. They were masters of biotechnology, changing their world and their flesh to suit their desires, become more than their pale flesh could be with machinery and genetic alterations.
Their ship became the center of the moon, and their scientists sent down first-contact teams to the seemingly uninhabited world below.
They found the Fae.
Or, more accurately, the Fae found them.
These are the stories of what followed that meeting, what happened when the supernatural and the otherworldly meet.
What happens when the Shapers decide to make something that is more than either of them.
We are born of the Shapers, though we know neither now. But this is not our story; this is their story, the story of what happened before the angels fell and the fae faded away into the last reaches of wilderness left in the world.
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Or, in a less poetic way, this story. Which came from rambling to Rikku at midnight-ish, I think? xD Anyway.
I bet legends of demons first came from the fae.
The angels are otherworldly, but they did not fall for a time yet.
There were just the fae and the angels.
And the fae became demonic for their tricksome ways, while the angels were honourable after their fashion.
(...)
See, the word that best describes angelfolk /is/ Otherworldly. Which should, in the best tradition of writerness, be taken literally.
So where'd they come from and why here?
The humanfolk only might've been around when they got here, but the fae sure were.
So where did humankind come from?
The mating of angel and fae?
Evolution?
Something of both?
A bragging contest to create something that lived?
[...]
Who created humankind?
Or was it when a fae and an angel came together and pooled highly advanced tech and incredible natural knowledge together that it /worked/?
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And some more notes:
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I'm writing a series of interconnected short stories this NaNo, if I'm doing Shapers (which I almost certainly am). I figure this is slightly more easier than doing one giant novel-thing, considering the way time works with me. And besides, it's connected short stories written in my style, for me, which means I don't care about ending-beginnings to each, so much; it's just about making sure that it all works to tell the story of the Shapers as a whole.
And technically this is a prequel, by the way. A prequel to the story I want to tell, but need more time/prep for -- Lucifer's Fall. :3
That might give you some idea of where I'm going with this. I might even reach there, in a way, while NaNoing; time can work in funny ways, and I'm basically just writing out the world for NaNo this year anyway; it's not about having anything really complete.
Soyeah. ^_^
This is Shapers. Should be lots of fun.
They were changeable, the Fae were, evershifting their forms to suit themselves. So long as the sun shone, the earth grew, the wind blew, and the waters ran clear and strong, they could be anything they desired.
Then came the Angels. They didn't call themselves the Angels, of course; they called themselves the Hanshim, the People, and they were sailing the stars to find another world to colonize, as they had outgrown their old one. They were masters of biotechnology, changing their world and their flesh to suit their desires, become more than their pale flesh could be with machinery and genetic alterations.
Their ship became the center of the moon, and their scientists sent down first-contact teams to the seemingly uninhabited world below.
They found the Fae.
Or, more accurately, the Fae found them.
These are the stories of what followed that meeting, what happened when the supernatural and the otherworldly meet.
What happens when the Shapers decide to make something that is more than either of them.
We are born of the Shapers, though we know neither now. But this is not our story; this is their story, the story of what happened before the angels fell and the fae faded away into the last reaches of wilderness left in the world.
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Or, in a less poetic way, this story. Which came from rambling to Rikku at midnight-ish, I think? xD Anyway.
I bet legends of demons first came from the fae.
The angels are otherworldly, but they did not fall for a time yet.
There were just the fae and the angels.
And the fae became demonic for their tricksome ways, while the angels were honourable after their fashion.
(...)
See, the word that best describes angelfolk /is/ Otherworldly. Which should, in the best tradition of writerness, be taken literally.
So where'd they come from and why here?
The humanfolk only might've been around when they got here, but the fae sure were.
So where did humankind come from?
The mating of angel and fae?
Evolution?
Something of both?
A bragging contest to create something that lived?
[...]
Who created humankind?
Or was it when a fae and an angel came together and pooled highly advanced tech and incredible natural knowledge together that it /worked/?
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And some more notes:
Okay. So Heaven is a spacestation. Or, more accurately, a generation ship turned into a space station. Except it’s not really a generation ship, either; that implies that people bred generations on it. These folk didn’t. They’ve got incredible tech; they just put themselves into stasis. Engineers and astrophysicists and so forth woke up periodically, when the AI keeping track of the ship noticed some need. Or just for a periodic check-up. So those folk got to see more of space, etc., than the ordinary folk.
It also means that they didn’t know until they reached Earth that one of the side effects of deepspace was to make every single person on board sterile. They couldn’t reproduce anymore, not naturally.
So biotech took over and started working out how it might be possible to create new generations, though even on their homeworld that had never been solved; they needed fertile eggs and sperm to make tube babies, and they didn’t have that anymore. They just had their own biomass, their technology, and the planet below.
Said planet below, as discovered when the first explorers went down, was a near-perfect match in terms of biosphere to their homeworld. The AI had done well in choosing this, the scientists thought.
Then they found the fae.
Or, more accurately, the fae found them. Perhaps the only saving grace, for the Hanshim (-shi in singular), was that their technology had advanced so far beyond iron and steel that they did not destroy as they explored; they simply existed, encased in plastic and nanotech unlike anything the fae had seen before. And that newness made the fae curious, and curious fae are fae who entrap, enthrall, and take folk into their land to play with and try to understand.
To the watching Hanshim, however, it just looked like some of their people disappeared without a trace. No readings. Nothing. Just a place where they had been, a footprint never followed by another.
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That’s the other thing about Earth that surprised the Hashim -- the amount of space and nature in it. They were born on space stations or their citygrown planet of Aitze. Unaltered nature doesn’t exist anymore -- the better they got at biotech and bioengineering the more everything was grown to be useful. Even the sea was covered with bioengineered (and normally engineered) structures. The Hanshim were running out of space on Aitze, and so they created their generation ships (of which the Avahn was one) and sent them out, so that the Hanshim would always survive.
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Gah. Hanshim have biotech up the wazoo, right? But they just flat out don’t get the fae; they aren’t used to having genetic structures they don’t understand, and to make it worse, the fae can shapeshift. They need to have a good source of energy to do so -- earth/air/water/light -- but they can. Their intellect is also tied to the amount of mass in their bodies, for the most part -- they are a collective, of sorts, see, with their fathermother/motherfather of Planet providing the base intellect/mass.
This... sort of goes away the more the Hanshim and Humans do to the world, though. The more alien bioware gets into the system, the more disconnected the fae become, the more fixed their forms become. They can still change; they just can’t do so as much, or as easily.
They don’t lose their ability to go out of phase, though. They can’t explain what they’re doing when they disappear from Hanshim sensors; they just disappear, to all appearances and purposes as if they’re in another plane, another world.
That is the faewild.
It also means that they didn’t know until they reached Earth that one of the side effects of deepspace was to make every single person on board sterile. They couldn’t reproduce anymore, not naturally.
So biotech took over and started working out how it might be possible to create new generations, though even on their homeworld that had never been solved; they needed fertile eggs and sperm to make tube babies, and they didn’t have that anymore. They just had their own biomass, their technology, and the planet below.
Said planet below, as discovered when the first explorers went down, was a near-perfect match in terms of biosphere to their homeworld. The AI had done well in choosing this, the scientists thought.
Then they found the fae.
Or, more accurately, the fae found them. Perhaps the only saving grace, for the Hanshim (-shi in singular), was that their technology had advanced so far beyond iron and steel that they did not destroy as they explored; they simply existed, encased in plastic and nanotech unlike anything the fae had seen before. And that newness made the fae curious, and curious fae are fae who entrap, enthrall, and take folk into their land to play with and try to understand.
To the watching Hanshim, however, it just looked like some of their people disappeared without a trace. No readings. Nothing. Just a place where they had been, a footprint never followed by another.
-=-
That’s the other thing about Earth that surprised the Hashim -- the amount of space and nature in it. They were born on space stations or their citygrown planet of Aitze. Unaltered nature doesn’t exist anymore -- the better they got at biotech and bioengineering the more everything was grown to be useful. Even the sea was covered with bioengineered (and normally engineered) structures. The Hanshim were running out of space on Aitze, and so they created their generation ships (of which the Avahn was one) and sent them out, so that the Hanshim would always survive.
-=-
Gah. Hanshim have biotech up the wazoo, right? But they just flat out don’t get the fae; they aren’t used to having genetic structures they don’t understand, and to make it worse, the fae can shapeshift. They need to have a good source of energy to do so -- earth/air/water/light -- but they can. Their intellect is also tied to the amount of mass in their bodies, for the most part -- they are a collective, of sorts, see, with their fathermother/motherfather of Planet providing the base intellect/mass.
This... sort of goes away the more the Hanshim and Humans do to the world, though. The more alien bioware gets into the system, the more disconnected the fae become, the more fixed their forms become. They can still change; they just can’t do so as much, or as easily.
They don’t lose their ability to go out of phase, though. They can’t explain what they’re doing when they disappear from Hanshim sensors; they just disappear, to all appearances and purposes as if they’re in another plane, another world.
That is the faewild.
-=-
I'm writing a series of interconnected short stories this NaNo, if I'm doing Shapers (which I almost certainly am). I figure this is slightly more easier than doing one giant novel-thing, considering the way time works with me. And besides, it's connected short stories written in my style, for me, which means I don't care about ending-beginnings to each, so much; it's just about making sure that it all works to tell the story of the Shapers as a whole.
And technically this is a prequel, by the way. A prequel to the story I want to tell, but need more time/prep for -- Lucifer's Fall. :3
That might give you some idea of where I'm going with this. I might even reach there, in a way, while NaNoing; time can work in funny ways, and I'm basically just writing out the world for NaNo this year anyway; it's not about having anything really complete.
Soyeah. ^_^
This is Shapers. Should be lots of fun.