by Dragonhorse | May 17, 2026 | Content, I Am Gideon (Journal)
Demeter was a member of the AEW and an agricultural powerhouse. I knew that. Had no idea what it meant. Apparently, it meant crops, and animals. Alcibus and pomes and other things in endless rows, and animals like nothing I’d ever seen. I rode the buses all day that first day, picking up what I could in the way of conversation. The large animals were horses. Used for work and pleasure and sport – never eaten. The small, fluffy animals were sheep. Used for mowing and milking and cheese making – never eaten. At least in theory.
by Dragonhorse | May 10, 2026 | Content, I Am Gideon (Journal)
As it turns out, we were heading to Demeter with a back-haul of prime quality horse hay from Viridia, whatever that meant, which we’d gotten from a ship heading to Calumet to pick up Mahogany …something. At that point it meant nothing to me. I sat in the launch chair I’d been assigned, smile plastered on my face, and felt the whole ship shaking itself to pieces as it prepared to escape the atmosphere. I had time to wonder what I’d been thinking to do such a foolhardy thing – I think I may have even asked that out loud, but the roar was deafening, and I don’t think anybody heard me.
by Dragonhorse | May 3, 2026 | Content, I Am Gideon (Journal)
As it turns out, we were heading to Demeter with a back-haul of prime quality horse hay from Viridia, whatever that meant, which we’d gotten from a ship heading to Calumet to pick up Mahogany …something. At that point it meant nothing to me. I sat in the launch chair I’d been assigned, smile plastered on my face, and felt the whole ship shaking itself to pieces as it prepared to escape the atmosphere. I had time to wonder what I’d been thinking to do such a foolhardy thing – I think I may have even asked that out loud, but the roar was deafening, and I don’t think anybody heard me.
by Gideon Morning Star | Apr 26, 2026 | Content, I Am Gideon (Journal)
She was ensconced in a tiny dark room not much bigger than she was, and when she turned her chair around to peer up at us from under a green visor, she was enormous. Her eyes were huge in a green face — and in that moment I loved her. She exuded mystery and adventure of the sort I’d longed for but never had.
by Gideon Morning Star | Apr 19, 2026 | Content, I Am Gideon (Journal)
I was with Azar for most of a year, I think. Through sizzling hot sidewalks and icy wind blowing trash down the street. We became friends, in a way. I sat with him and we would talk, and I learned more from him than I realized. I could understand that the letters on the menu meant phaselus soup, stew, soaked bread, fried eggs with biscuits. I knew that those symbols on signs in the window meant “Help Wanted” or “Contaminated, Enter at Your Own Risk.”
by Gideon Morning Star | Apr 12, 2026 | Content, I Am Gideon (Journal)
She was ensconced in a tiny dark room not much bigger than she was, and when she turned her chair around to peer up at us from under a green visor, she was enormous. Her eyes were huge in a green face — and in that moment I loved her. She exuded mystery and adventure of the sort I’d longed for but never had.
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