Copperfox
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In the eastern Colorado of Bat-Earth, the Native American stunt rider Shirley Digs-Many-Roots was continuing the job of integrating diverse talents for the planned humane rodeo, supported by Deuce Wayan's brother Ben. During this time, the one and only recording studio in Lincoln, Nebraska hosted the rising pop star Maxie Viva; also the composer Pryor Feldon, who had written background music for "The Taming of the Street Brat." Washday Anagram, her green-haired enabler Sybil Dampning, and Interior Secretary Ladora Greeley watched and listened while the band Kuan-Yin Artemis played, and Maxie sang her latest song, one with a harder beat than most of her tunes.
"I see a red man, and a white man, and a black;
Their color doesn't matter as I turn my back.
I see my posse girls-- (looking at Washday) --dressed in their yoga pants;
We all agree that cavemen don't deserve a chance....."
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More with Washday and Maxie later. At this time, it was night in the Union of Cooperative Collective Republics. At the zoological research station close to the city of Omsk, in the eastern reaches of Siberia, Lavrenty Borisovich Bakunin was, cough cough, enjoying the company of his Yakut girlfriend Nariyana Aytalovna Keskil. She was the witness whom he had brought to see the enhanced reindeer fawn at the secret biochemistry station.
"Lavrenty, prekrasny lyubovnik,I can't help wondering: what will become of Zaznoba when the project moves to a later stage." She was referring to the somatically altered young reindeer she had met.
"Not to worry, golubka. No one will turn her into venison sausage. They'll hide her in plain sight. Precisely because she's so tame and friendly, she can live with one or another of the researchers. If they create the end product they hope for, she'll never be notorious. She should have a happy life in obscurity-- probably longer than her species norm-- while the main actor in the play gets the attention."
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Pavel Orlov, one of the leading biochemists in the gas-well-bacteria-usage project. He answered only to Doctor Yevdokia Danilova, who held three bioscience doctorates, besides impeccable Party credentials. We find Pavel and Yevdokia two stories underground, looking into an enclosure partitioned with super-break-resistant glass. Inside, hooked up to tubes and cables like something in a monster movie, was a male polar bear-- who had been unconscious but life-supported for several days now. Being cordial coworkers, but not lovers like Lavrenty and Nariyana, they conversed in a tone at the friendly edge of stiffly formal.
"Doctor Orlov, what's your recommendation for the cell-division rate?"
"I suggest that it be accelerated by no more than six percent, with nutrient inflow increased eight percent as bones, cartilage, nerves and muscles continue growing and taking shape."
More professional discussion followed, but this much will give the idea, so I can look at other characters. Yes, a polar bear is being altered with techniques developed on the fawn Zaznoba. Yes, it will be important soon. Back to the environs of Limon, Colorado.
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At the Audacious Angus Ranch in eastern Colorado, the fourteen girl acrobats from China had been practicing diligently with Shirley Digs-Many-Roots the Cheyenne woman. Shirley's horse was fully at ease with the slender Asians by now, and with two boys from Limon. One of these, by mere chance, had the same first name as ranch owner Benjamin Wayans. Benny Lake had carved his own pair of wooden stilts, and was pretty good at walking around on them. The other town boy, Steve Grant, owned both a dirt-track bicycle and a unicycle. He and Benny could move around well: not exactly a headliner display, but both boys could become part of the moving tapestry that Shirley and the Wayans family were planning.
Ben Wayans offered the new boys a summation of the game plan. "We want to be able to open soon. Musical acts are still being lined up. You two, and the others you're practicing with, will become the very environment for the event. This will be like a Renaissance fair, with cast members circulating among the patrons while highlighted acts use platform stages."
"Any more acts to sign on?" Steve asked.
"We expect a parade of purebred dogs: border collies, mountain dogs, rare terriers, and so on. A cat show too, probably; in more controlled conditions, of course."
Benny laughed at this. "One time our cat got her head stuck inside one leg of Dad's dress trousers."
"I see a red man, and a white man, and a black;
Their color doesn't matter as I turn my back.
I see my posse girls-- (looking at Washday) --dressed in their yoga pants;
We all agree that cavemen don't deserve a chance....."
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
More with Washday and Maxie later. At this time, it was night in the Union of Cooperative Collective Republics. At the zoological research station close to the city of Omsk, in the eastern reaches of Siberia, Lavrenty Borisovich Bakunin was, cough cough, enjoying the company of his Yakut girlfriend Nariyana Aytalovna Keskil. She was the witness whom he had brought to see the enhanced reindeer fawn at the secret biochemistry station.
"Lavrenty, prekrasny lyubovnik,I can't help wondering: what will become of Zaznoba when the project moves to a later stage." She was referring to the somatically altered young reindeer she had met.
"Not to worry, golubka. No one will turn her into venison sausage. They'll hide her in plain sight. Precisely because she's so tame and friendly, she can live with one or another of the researchers. If they create the end product they hope for, she'll never be notorious. She should have a happy life in obscurity-- probably longer than her species norm-- while the main actor in the play gets the attention."
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Pavel Orlov, one of the leading biochemists in the gas-well-bacteria-usage project. He answered only to Doctor Yevdokia Danilova, who held three bioscience doctorates, besides impeccable Party credentials. We find Pavel and Yevdokia two stories underground, looking into an enclosure partitioned with super-break-resistant glass. Inside, hooked up to tubes and cables like something in a monster movie, was a male polar bear-- who had been unconscious but life-supported for several days now. Being cordial coworkers, but not lovers like Lavrenty and Nariyana, they conversed in a tone at the friendly edge of stiffly formal.
"Doctor Orlov, what's your recommendation for the cell-division rate?"
"I suggest that it be accelerated by no more than six percent, with nutrient inflow increased eight percent as bones, cartilage, nerves and muscles continue growing and taking shape."
More professional discussion followed, but this much will give the idea, so I can look at other characters. Yes, a polar bear is being altered with techniques developed on the fawn Zaznoba. Yes, it will be important soon. Back to the environs of Limon, Colorado.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
At the Audacious Angus Ranch in eastern Colorado, the fourteen girl acrobats from China had been practicing diligently with Shirley Digs-Many-Roots the Cheyenne woman. Shirley's horse was fully at ease with the slender Asians by now, and with two boys from Limon. One of these, by mere chance, had the same first name as ranch owner Benjamin Wayans. Benny Lake had carved his own pair of wooden stilts, and was pretty good at walking around on them. The other town boy, Steve Grant, owned both a dirt-track bicycle and a unicycle. He and Benny could move around well: not exactly a headliner display, but both boys could become part of the moving tapestry that Shirley and the Wayans family were planning.
Ben Wayans offered the new boys a summation of the game plan. "We want to be able to open soon. Musical acts are still being lined up. You two, and the others you're practicing with, will become the very environment for the event. This will be like a Renaissance fair, with cast members circulating among the patrons while highlighted acts use platform stages."
"Any more acts to sign on?" Steve asked.
"We expect a parade of purebred dogs: border collies, mountain dogs, rare terriers, and so on. A cat show too, probably; in more controlled conditions, of course."
Benny laughed at this. "One time our cat got her head stuck inside one leg of Dad's dress trousers."
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