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Trans-Lux redesigned the Embassy to fit our human tree. Two days after signing the Treaty, A dozen carpenters arrived. They used honest-to-god, real earth wood planking and built what reminded everyone of a large treehouse. The carpenters had body hair and that interested the Horizon men. By lunchtime, the carpentry crew and their Horizon admirers discovered the alcoholic fruit and the final layout of the offices within the treehouse went decidedly obtuse and as close to true as acutely drunk might allow. The carpenters worked sweating in the heat wearing nothing but jockstraps, steel-toed boots, tube socks, toolbelts and sawdust. They sucked fruit and got progressively drunker. Their compasses turned ellipses. There wasn't a sober or square eye left in the carpentry squad by the time it got dark.
Chad, Lukas and several Horizon men tied the carpenters to the trees so they wouldn't fall to their deaths if they decided to relieve themselves in the dark. The young Horizons wanted to sleep with the carpenters but I forbid it.
In the pre-dawn morning light, I found myself counting carpenters with several of the younger Horizon men. They never saw morning wood. They giggled at morning wood on carpenters. The Horizons laughed and said the carpenters were all long. We came up one short -- Carpenter that is, a woodwright named Harry, a younger man in his late twenties with a naturally muscular build from hard work. He fascinated the Horizon men being six foot eight and sporting a bit too much black body hair for my tastes.
A short search and we found Harry the missing carpenter, halfway up to the crown hidden by the fork of two man-sized branches.
"Sorry Sir, last night, I found a knothole." His hairy buns flexed as his hips thrust deep inside one of the trees.
"I don't care what you found, pull your dick out of that tree and get back to rest of your crew." I could hear the tramp of boots on wood behind me. I turned. Two muscle-bound carpenters stood there smirking.
Thanks Bernita. There's a whole mess of changes coming. The first 150 words or so are on EE's blog as "Mike's World." It's going to pop up today or tomorrow.
I am afraid this is too much exposition for chapter one, too much backstory. I know that I can't start with Wilbur the surveyor because he's already dead.
I posted chapter 4's openings because the plot suddenly presented itself. THat's another story but (to be brief) the original plot only covered the first three chapters.
This was the original opening: Wilbur Dietermund, captain of the first survey expedition, said the native name of the planet Horzon reminded him of Shangri-La. Trans-Lux Mining named these multiple-sun, gravitationally-bound, planetary systems Horzon Ten. Even Wilbur's cursory survey indicated vast deposits of metals and minerals. Trans-Lux Mining Planetary representatives shared in that bounty. Some became rich beyond the dreams of avarice. However, three of five turned native, physically and mentally.
Trans-Lux Mining assigned Mike, Lukas, Chad and me to Horzon-Prime to negotiate contracts for ore mining. Some psych-brain decided that the Horzon would be easier to influence if we wore no clothing and let the natives dress us. The psych-heads were in bad need of phrenologists and hairdressers; a massage might have helped too. They never liked it when we told them to go masturbate each other in small, dark rooms. We waited for teleport dressed in bathrobes.
Teleportation hurts. The theory of electronic matter transmission of seems gentle. But teleportation requires destruction of a body and reassembly at the other end. Imagine living through two nuclear blasts that rip your body into constituent atoms. It hurt like hell and then some. Men emerge from the teleport in one of three ways: a) stinking of ass from involuntary loss of muscle control, b) as a screaming paranoid lunatic, or c) cringing in pain. The Public Relations department thought it best to match the bodies of their Planetary Representatives to those of the resident aliens. I've seen video of Planetary Reps gaining horns, scales, body fur, tails and losing fingers, noses and useful things. Thankfully, the Horzons were nearly human with strong, stocky bodies. They traveled through the rainforest on vines, like legendary Tarzans.
>>This was the old opening that I posted on the front page for a few weeks.
Wilbur Dietermund, captain of the first survey expedition, said the native name of the planet Horzon reminded him of Shangri-La. Trans-Lux Mining named these multiple-sun, gravitationally-bound, planetary systems Horzon Ten. Even Wilbur's cursory survey indicated vast deposits of metals and minerals. Trans-Lux Mining Planetary representatives shared in that bounty. Some became rich beyond the dreams of avarice. However, three of five turned native, physically and mentally.
Trans-Lux Mining assigned Mike, Lukas, Chad and me to Horzon-Prime to negotiate contracts for ore mining. Some psych-brain decided that the Horzon would be easier to influence if we wore no clothing and let the natives dress us. The psych-heads were in bad need of phrenologists and hairdressers; a massage might have helped too. They never liked it when we told them to go masturbate each other in small, dark rooms. We waited for teleport dressed in bathrobes.
Teleportation hurts. The theory of electronic matter transmission of seems gentle. But teleportation requires destruction of a body and reassembly at the other end. Imagine living through two nuclear blasts that rip your body into constituent atoms. It hurt like hell and then some. Men emerge from the teleport in one of three ways: a) stinking of ass from involuntary loss of muscle control, b) as a screaming paranoid lunatic, or c) cringing in pain. The Public Relations department thought it best to match the bodies of their Planetary Representatives to those of the resident aliens. I've seen video of Planetary Reps gaining horns, scales, body fur, tails and losing fingers, noses and useful things. Thankfully, the Horzons were nearly human with strong, stocky bodies. They traveled through the rainforest on vines, like legendary Tarzans.
The survey crew described Horizon Prime as Shangri-La -- a planet of tropical rainforests, fresh water lakes and trees -- many over a thousand feet tall.
Tran-Lux Mining teleports its diplomatic negotiating teams to the surface of the planet. They believe that appearing in a burst of white light impresses the naive aliens.
Teleportation is impressive but painful. We materialized cringing and screaming and sometimes we evacuate our bodies and reek of ass or worse reintegrate misshapen. This time, our bodies materialized with knotted muscular faces, muscle-bound buff bodies and pale, coffee-colored skin. Chocolate-colored natives watched. They wore covered Kotekas over their genitals; gourd-like coverings -- some long, some short, some curved, some thick. We were naked. Our dicks dangled in the wind.
I spoke first.
"Chief Papenka, I'm Rob Gunner from Trans-Lux. I'd like you to meet Lukas Borstal and Chad Foster, my scientific staff and Mike Hardesty, our liaison to the space corps."
"It is strange Mister Rob Gunnar, Wilbur the Surveyor was pink and he wore many things on his body and suffered much in the heat of our planet. Yet you appear naked and brown."
"Wilbur was outfitted to live in space where it is cold and men are required to wear artificial skins. Clothing is just a utility for us. No human is ashamed of his body." I lied.
"We never expected humans to reshape your bodies to resemble ours. In the days to come, when the three moons rise in their different configurations, you and your men will be able to learn our customs and culture."
"We look forward to it," I said. How civilized, they worship the moon gods. Wilbur didn't mention that.
>>This is the revised opening as of December 3, 2007:
The survey crew described Horizon Prime as Shangri-La -- a planet of tropical rainforests, fresh water lakes and trees -- many over a thousand feet tall. The natives lived life in the air; legendary Tarzans swinging on vines between immense branches. Trans-Lux Mining teleported us, its diplomatic negotiating team, to the surface of the planet. They believe that appearing in a burst of white light impresses naive aliens.
Teleportation is impressive but painful. Our bodies materialized with knotted muscular faces, muscle-bound buff bodies and pale, coffee-colored skin. Chocolate-colored natives watched. They wore covered Kotekas over their genitals; gourd-like coverings -- some long, some short, some curved, some thick. We were naked. Our dicks dangled in the wind.
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the tribe wears kotekas
This is the start of Chapter 4:
Trans-Lux redesigned the Embassy to fit our human tree. Two days after signing the Treaty, A dozen carpenters arrived. They used honest-to-god, real earth wood planking and built what reminded everyone of a large treehouse. The carpenters had body hair and that interested the Horizon men. By lunchtime, the carpentry crew and their Horizon admirers discovered the alcoholic fruit and the final layout of the offices within the treehouse went decidedly obtuse and as close to true as acutely drunk might allow. The carpenters worked sweating in the heat wearing nothing but jockstraps, steel-toed boots, tube socks, toolbelts and sawdust. They sucked fruit and got progressively drunker. Their compasses turned ellipses. There wasn't a sober or square eye left in the carpentry squad by the time it got dark.
Chad, Lukas and several Horizon men tied the carpenters to the trees so they wouldn't fall to their deaths if they decided to relieve themselves in the dark. The young Horizons wanted to sleep with the carpenters but I forbid it.
In the pre-dawn morning light, I found myself counting carpenters with several of the younger Horizon men. They never saw morning wood. They giggled at morning wood on carpenters. The Horizons laughed and said the carpenters were all long. We came up one short -- Carpenter that is, a woodwright named Harry, a younger man in his late twenties with a naturally muscular build from hard work. He fascinated the Horizon men being six foot eight and sporting a bit too much black body hair for my tastes.
A short search and we found Harry the missing carpenter, halfway up to the crown hidden by the fork of two man-sized branches.
"Sorry Sir, last night, I found a knothole." His hairy buns flexed as his hips thrust deep inside one of the trees.
"I don't care what you found, pull your dick out of that tree and get back to rest of your crew." I could hear the tramp of boots on wood behind me. I turned. Two muscle-bound carpenters stood there smirking.
Not to my taste, but Dave, I think this is good muscled stuff just the same.
Thanks Bernita.
There's a whole mess of changes coming. The first 150 words or so are on EE's blog as "Mike's World."
It's going to pop up today or tomorrow.
I am afraid this is too much exposition for chapter one, too much backstory. I know that I can't start with Wilbur the surveyor because he's already dead.
I posted chapter 4's openings because the plot suddenly presented itself. THat's another story but (to be brief) the original plot only covered the first three chapters.
This was the original opening:
Wilbur Dietermund, captain of the first survey expedition, said the native name of the planet Horzon reminded him of Shangri-La. Trans-Lux Mining named these multiple-sun, gravitationally-bound, planetary systems Horzon Ten. Even Wilbur's cursory survey indicated vast deposits of metals and minerals. Trans-Lux Mining Planetary representatives shared in that bounty. Some became rich beyond the dreams of avarice. However, three of five turned native, physically and mentally.
Trans-Lux Mining assigned Mike, Lukas, Chad and me to Horzon-Prime to negotiate contracts for ore mining. Some psych-brain decided that the Horzon would be easier to influence if we wore no clothing and let the natives dress us. The psych-heads were in bad need of phrenologists and hairdressers; a massage might have helped too. They never liked it when we told them to go masturbate each other in small, dark rooms. We waited for teleport dressed in bathrobes.
Teleportation hurts. The theory of electronic matter transmission of seems gentle. But teleportation requires destruction of a body and reassembly at the other end. Imagine living through two nuclear blasts that rip your body into constituent atoms. It hurt like hell and then some. Men emerge from the teleport in one of three ways: a) stinking of ass from involuntary loss of muscle control, b) as a screaming paranoid lunatic, or c) cringing in pain. The Public Relations department thought it best to match the bodies of their Planetary Representatives to those of the resident aliens. I've seen video of Planetary Reps gaining horns, scales, body fur, tails and losing fingers, noses and useful things. Thankfully, the Horzons were nearly human with strong, stocky bodies. They traveled through the rainforest on vines, like legendary Tarzans.
>>This was the old opening that I posted on the front page for a few weeks.
Wilbur Dietermund, captain of the first survey expedition, said the native name of the planet Horzon reminded him of Shangri-La. Trans-Lux Mining named these multiple-sun, gravitationally-bound, planetary systems Horzon Ten. Even Wilbur's cursory survey indicated vast deposits of metals and minerals. Trans-Lux Mining Planetary representatives shared in that bounty. Some became rich beyond the dreams of avarice. However, three of five turned native, physically and mentally.
Trans-Lux Mining assigned Mike, Lukas, Chad and me to Horzon-Prime to negotiate contracts for ore mining. Some psych-brain decided that the Horzon would be easier to influence if we wore no clothing and let the natives dress us. The psych-heads were in bad need of phrenologists and hairdressers; a massage might have helped too. They never liked it when we told them to go masturbate each other in small, dark rooms. We waited for teleport dressed in bathrobes.
Teleportation hurts. The theory of electronic matter transmission of seems gentle. But teleportation requires destruction of a body and reassembly at the other end. Imagine living through two nuclear blasts that rip your body into constituent atoms. It hurt like hell and then some. Men emerge from the teleport in one of three ways: a) stinking of ass from involuntary loss of muscle control, b) as a screaming paranoid lunatic, or c) cringing in pain. The Public Relations department thought it best to match the bodies of their Planetary Representatives to those of the resident aliens. I've seen video of Planetary Reps gaining horns, scales, body fur, tails and losing fingers, noses and useful things. Thankfully, the Horzons were nearly human with strong, stocky bodies. They traveled through the rainforest on vines, like legendary Tarzans.
the now more-than-revised, old, old opening:
The survey crew described Horizon Prime as Shangri-La -- a planet of tropical rainforests, fresh water lakes and trees -- many over a thousand feet tall.
Tran-Lux Mining teleports its diplomatic negotiating teams to the surface of the planet. They believe that appearing in a burst of white light impresses the naive aliens.
Teleportation is impressive but painful. We materialized cringing and screaming and sometimes we evacuate our bodies and reek of ass or worse reintegrate misshapen. This time, our bodies materialized with knotted muscular faces, muscle-bound buff bodies and pale, coffee-colored skin. Chocolate-colored natives watched. They wore covered Kotekas over their genitals; gourd-like coverings -- some long, some short, some curved, some thick. We were naked. Our dicks dangled in the wind.
I spoke first.
"Chief Papenka, I'm Rob Gunner from Trans-Lux. I'd like you to meet Lukas Borstal and Chad Foster, my scientific staff and Mike Hardesty, our liaison to the space corps."
"It is strange Mister Rob Gunnar, Wilbur the Surveyor was pink and he wore many things on his body and suffered much in the heat of our planet. Yet you appear naked and brown."
"Wilbur was outfitted to live in space where it is cold and men are required to wear artificial skins. Clothing is just a utility for us. No human is ashamed of his body." I lied.
"We never expected humans to reshape your bodies to resemble ours. In the days to come, when the three moons rise in their different configurations, you and your men will be able to learn our customs and culture."
"We look forward to it," I said. How civilized, they worship the moon gods. Wilbur didn't mention that.
>>This is the revised opening as of December 3, 2007:
The survey crew described Horizon Prime as Shangri-La -- a planet of tropical rainforests, fresh water lakes and trees -- many over a thousand feet tall. The natives lived life in the air; legendary Tarzans swinging on vines between immense branches. Trans-Lux Mining teleported us, its diplomatic negotiating team, to the surface of the planet. They believe that appearing in a burst of white light impresses naive aliens.
Teleportation is impressive but painful. Our bodies materialized with knotted muscular faces, muscle-bound buff bodies and pale, coffee-colored skin. Chocolate-colored natives watched. They wore covered Kotekas over their genitals; gourd-like coverings -- some long, some short, some curved, some thick. We were naked. Our dicks dangled in the wind.
I spoke first and thought second.
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