Sweetmiracle Posted October 27, 2004 Share Posted October 27, 2004 In the Classic Rock article, Geddy was quoted as saying about Cygnus X-1 pt 2, " When we sat down to write the second part, we really didn't know where to take it. But we'd already said 'to be continued' so we had to do something. Neil had been working on this Apollo/Dionysius thing for some time. It wasn't supposed to be part of Cygnus, but...we thought, maybe we can combine the two..." Here's the mission, should you choose to accept it. Write an alternate ending for Cygnus X-1...... Maybe the Rocinante could end up in a world where the giant windmills are alive... or at a pool party at your brother's house...or whatever... I always thought that he could have become a newly-conceived baby in another universe...but that's a pretty obvious one. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
1-0-0-1-0-0-1 Posted October 27, 2004 Share Posted October 27, 2004 Great idea...let's see some! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Notorious B.S.G. Posted October 27, 2004 Share Posted October 27, 2004 Cygnus X-1 Book 2 (sorta) Experience slips away. Time stands still and becomes irrelevant. I find myself standing next to, surrounded by, yet at the same time within, all of my possible manifestations. There I am as an infant, and over there I'm a doddering old man. Does this mean I was/am destined to reach a ripe old age? It doesn't matter at all at this point. My past, future, and present (which suddenly seems a quaint notion) merge into a single moment. And just LOOK at me at the peak of my powers, at 19! "Hey you! Don't take anything for granted! And watch out for that blonde from Tucscon!" I want to shout to "him". But he is not listening, I'm sure. Well, I never DID listen to anyone at that age. What a jerk "I" was! Am I alive? Is this some cosmic existence beyond our experience? Do I need to recalculate my notions of the supernatural? Perhaps later I will consider it for a bit. But, right now I could use a stiff drink. I cast about me for a Macallen. None to be found. RATS! What sort of "afterlife" IS this, anyways? And then I spot a door. It's pretty plain looking, and grimy-looking. Not at all what one would expect to encounter in the "afterlife". Well, not unless one had very little imagination. It somehow beckons to me. Well, what's the worst that can happen? I ask myself. Oops! Best not to ponder such thoughts. I've already SEEN what can happen as my every nerve was torn apart and my trusty Rocinante vaporized entering this "place". I even hesitate to call it a "place", as it doesn't seem to really exist. At least, not in any recognized version of reality I know. So, I approach the door, feeling strangely emboldened, as if I am about to uncover a riddle of the cosmos. I grasp the knob, turn and with one swift motion, pull it open. I am engulfed. I have been knocked down by the sheer force of thousands? millions? billions? of small furry things. I struggle to regain my feet and my breath, and to focus on the multi-colored........... what are they? They are socks. Just plain ordinary socks. My mind does not appreciate the oddness of this vision initially. And then I see him. He's sitting in a large bed. Splayed about him are about 5000 single, unmatched socks. Above him I see a television embedded, yes, embedded in the ceiling of this small room. But it shows only static. He greets me. "Hey there! drummer boy! Do you want a peanut-butter and banana sandwich? I'm just having one now." "No, thank you" I stammer. "Suit yourself, but you'll be hungry soon." "Hey there!" he continues. "You wanna give me a hand here? I almost had a matched pair a few days ago." And then I realize what's happening here. I recognize the King of Rock and Roll himself, Elvis Presley, late of Graceland, Memphis, TN. And I recognize his quixotic quest. Resigned to my fate, I sit down and start laying out the socks, hoping that soon an attractive fan will appear in her own "Rocinante" to give us a hand. So many socks................ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
earthshiner Posted October 27, 2004 Share Posted October 27, 2004 the dust clears and i have no memory where is this land I am upon i have my ship but don't know what had happened i hope I don't lose it all i am taken and held captive there is no light for me to see I've lost it all but something has just happened I have gained back all my thoughts (mellow synth/ guitar interlude that slowly builds) (Geddy screams next line) and with that my strength returned the prison walls could not hold me I tore them down with all my might I am now surrounded by mystic strange beings (another cool inturlude) they start to attack so I defend they were no match for me for I am Cygnus the god of balance there. i think it is better. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NeilPeartFan2112 Posted October 27, 2004 Share Posted October 27, 2004 Do you mean lyrics or like a story? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Notorious B.S.G. Posted October 27, 2004 Share Posted October 27, 2004 QUOTE (NeilPeartFan2112 @ Oct 27 2004, 03:42 PM) Do you mean lyrics or like a story? Howze about whatever suits your fancy? Sounds good to me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NeilPeartFan2112 Posted October 27, 2004 Share Posted October 27, 2004 I'll try to think of something and post it for you guys. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Slaine mac Roth Posted October 28, 2004 Share Posted October 28, 2004 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sweetmiracle Posted October 29, 2004 Author Share Posted October 29, 2004 Thanks, BSG, Earthshiner and Slaine! Whenever I try to imagine an ending, I always realize that I've already seen that one on Star Trek: TNG..... Or it's from The Magician's Nephew by C. S. Lewis.... BSG..... come to my house..I have a job for you.... many colors, many sizes.... ES, gotta have the combat in there somewhere! We'll go for videogame rights! Slaine, where are you?? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
earthshiner Posted October 29, 2004 Share Posted October 29, 2004 QUOTE (Sweetmiracle @ Oct 29 2004, 09:46 AM) ES, gotta have the combat in there somewhere! We'll go for videogame rights! i'm new to this whole epic thing. there Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sweetmiracle Posted October 29, 2004 Author Share Posted October 29, 2004 QUOTE (earthshiner @ Oct 29 2004, 10:55 AM) QUOTE (Sweetmiracle @ Oct 29 2004, 09:46 AM) ES, gotta have the combat in there somewhere! We'll go for videogame rights! i'm new to this whole epic thing. there Epics always have battles, usually many of them!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Slaine mac Roth Posted October 29, 2004 Share Posted October 29, 2004 QUOTE (Sweetmiracle @ Oct 29 2004, 02:46 PM) Thanks, BSG, Earthshiner and Slaine! Whenever I try to imagine an ending, I always realize that I've already seen that one on Star Trek: TNG..... Or it's from The Magician's Nephew by C. S. Lewis.... BSG..... come to my house..I have a job for you.... many colors, many sizes.... ES, gotta have the combat in there somewhere! We'll go for videogame rights! Slaine, where are you?? I'm sat in front of my computer. Seriously, though, I live in Mansfield, England which is in the Midlands, not far from Nottingham Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jack Aubrey Posted October 29, 2004 Share Posted October 29, 2004 I steered my ship into a black hole. (I resolve to never lose another bet again.) My ship and I are crushed into an object tinier than a subatomic particle by the tremendous gravitational forces. Suddenly I find myself at the gates of Hell with a smirking Mephistopheles staring down at me. 'So,', he says, 'you flew into a black hole in hopes of becoming a god? Well, let me show you what we think of Mr. Clever around these parts....' Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Notorious B.S.G. Posted October 29, 2004 Share Posted October 29, 2004 QUOTE (Sweetmiracle @ Oct 29 2004, 10:46 AM) BSG..... come to my house..I have a job for you.... many colors, many sizes.... Don't we ALLLLL have that big wicker basket of unmatched single socks somewhere in our homes? Someday, we're gonna match ALL OF THEM! <Harumph!> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Notorious B.S.G. Posted October 29, 2004 Share Posted October 29, 2004 QUOTE (Jack Aubrey @ Oct 29 2004, 01:30 PM) I steered my ship into a black hole. (I resolve to never lose another bet again.) My ship and I are crushed into an object tinier than a subatomic particle by the tremendous gravitational forces. Suddenly I find myself at the gates of Hell with a smirking Mephistopheles staring down at me. 'So,', he says, 'you flew into a black hole in hopes of becoming a god? Well, let me show you what we think of Mr. Clever around these parts....' Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Slaine mac Roth Posted October 30, 2004 Share Posted October 30, 2004 Sorry, I'm being a bit dense. The point of arrival is on Earth before the explosion that created Cygnus X-1 so the journey is either back in time or forwards if you subscribe to the cyclic nature of time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sweetmiracle Posted October 30, 2004 Author Share Posted October 30, 2004 QUOTE (Slaine mac Roth @ Oct 29 2004, 08:39 PM) Sorry, I'm being a bit dense. The point of arrival is on Earth before the explosion that created Cygnus X-1 so the journey is either back in time or forwards if you subscribe to the cyclic nature of time. Ahhhh .... cool! So what does he do when he gets there.... Please don't have him kill his penultimate grandfather..... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Slaine mac Roth Posted October 30, 2004 Share Posted October 30, 2004 That's for the reader to decide. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NeilPeartFan2112 Posted October 31, 2004 Share Posted October 31, 2004 QUOTE (Slaine mac Roth @ Oct 30 2004, 01:35 PM) That's for the reader to decide. That's an excellent idea. It's always good to let the reader to some of the thinking in the story. Especially if it's one of fantasy. I like it myself when I am reading novels. Nice work! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Slaine mac Roth Posted October 31, 2004 Share Posted October 31, 2004 Thank you, thank you. Don't applaud, just throw money Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sweetmiracle Posted October 31, 2004 Author Share Posted October 31, 2004 QUOTE (Slaine mac Roth @ Oct 31 2004, 04:04 AM) Thank you, thank you. Don't applaud, just throw money Would if I had any.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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