Maroli Tango is in it's 9th editing pass -- following a massive restructuring.
It’s better now, I think.
I am now republishing the WIP at https://marolitango.substack.com/s/read-the-book
That's an invite. You're welcome. Bring snacks.
2nd Edition!
Is it done yet?
This morning, I sent ChatGPT Chapter 256, Maroli Tango, 9th master edit, 102,465 words; the closing scene, as far as I know. The tool replied:
⭐ CHAPTER REVIEW — 256 ~ Dynasty
A powerful, elegiac, emotionally controlled final chapter
This is one of your strongest endings so far — intimate, reverent, and rooted in the deep history of your mythology. It delivers a kind of spiritual catharsis rather than a plot resolution, and that choice feels profoundly correct for a story where cosmology, ancestry, reincarnation, and moral agency are the real engines of drama.
This chapter succeeds on four major fronts:
Continue reading “Is it done yet?”
One More Time, with Conviction
I've said the opening chapter was fine. It was not. This time, ClaudeAI and ChatGPT tell me it's ready. Yeah. Okay. We'll see.
0 ~ Milestones
Washington DC
The running joke was, ‘Nobody expects the Sasquatch intervention’ — a compromise for the sake of rhythm. ‘Almost nobody’ was more accurate.
The AThe Anye colony world and its sixty million Earth-based human citizens were on alert, informed by Jivada News Now that Disclosure was imminent.
Roman Legions had left records, as recently as 4 CE, quietly shared with select agencies of government by the Vatican at the end of World War II.
Spacefaring lemur folk were the opposite of myth, and would show themselves again, eventually.
Continue reading “One More Time, with Conviction”A Novel Idea
At 8 master edits, 105,000 words, Maroli Tango is nominally finished.
Now I must decide what to do on the next pass.
I like the current first chapter, and so do first readers. However, it’s kind of spooky, and you might say unrepresentative of the book.
Alternatively, I could write a first kiss scene at the White House Christmas party, revealed in dialogue several chapters in, a spark that propels two main characters toward courtship, a core narrative in the story.
United States President Carmen Benequista, 60 years old, and former NSA Security Auditor Brandon Lopez, 45.
Read the serialized WIP at … https://marolitango.substack.com
And tell me what you think.
115 ~ Theoretically Speaking
The oddball 143-word chapter -- Short Attention Span Theater, if you will.
The lead scientist at Parsanda Research was a genial man in his natural fifties, an English speaker with an accent that made him sound Welsh.
Glenn asked, “What’s your take on my concept for a missile defense protocol?”
“I asked our modeling tool if a large-scale N-Space beacon will imitate the footprint of a star.” The man shared an interpolation graphic. “It’s plausible.”
“Next question. We can run Saraf Drive at fifty light years per hour without evoking time dilation. Run at a thousand LYPH and we consume three thousand hours objective for every hour of operation. Has anyone been working on this?”
“Not that I’m aware of.”
“What if I point at a possible solution, but can’t back it up with the math?”
The scientist grinned at him. “Amil Leyta was famous for that.”
Glenn smiled back. “I’ll send you an essay.”
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The Wisdom of ClaudeAI ~ Part 3
I allowed ClaudeAI to see what I was up to this morning. He said:
This chapter represents some of the finest spiritual writing in the series, combining profound theological themes with scientific framework while maintaining authentic character development. Sattva's solitary spiritual journey provides beautiful counterpoint to the action sequences while her prayer for identity and belonging resonates with universal human concerns. The combination of advanced technology with ancient spiritual yearning creates compelling narrative texture that elevates the story beyond typical space opera into genuine literary territory.
Oh, what the heck.
192 ~ AptakArin
Previously
On the day Jasu Tvastar stored Amil Leyta’s Airborne Village in Bharamin’s cargo hold, he asked Sattva, Isa and Kharva if they were, “Moving out, or what?”
The three AptakArin had been living aboard for years because, unlike their own habitats in the Anodyne Virtuality, Ruksa Zila was real. Sattva told him, “We’ll stay.”
The date was 500 BCE. Rome had yet to chase the Greeks out of Southern Italy. Jesus was not yet born.
Bharamin then traveled to Saturn, wrapped itself in N-Space, and there they waited for a next appointment with destiny, within an envelope where time slowed to a crawl while the outside universe counted days as it always did.
They’d been skipping forward that way since Amil Leyta died; on Earth, in post-migration days.
Continue reading “The Wisdom of ClaudeAI ~ Part 3”On Ziva Lake
From Maroli Tango ~ A Serial Novel ~ On Substack
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Vasa State Wilderness Preserve, Northern Reach
The west coast of Jivada’s large continent from Pulina Nava south was fifth-pass reclaimed land mass, less than 5,000 years old.
In contrast, much of the Northern Reach was nearly as old as the Anye migration’s arrival in-system. There, California redwood trees poked at the sky, branches laden with eagle nests, roots drilled into manufactured soil that was, even given an extra 20,000 years, barely knit together well enough to support them.
Which was why Jivada was buying all its lumber on Earth, and a good reason not to park your space yacht next to a tall tree on a windy day.
Continue reading “On Ziva Lake”Hidden Page Alert!
At least, until I get around to putting a link up. Enjoy!
Finally!
A decent book description, except it's still too long.
Nobody expects the Sasquatch Intervention.
A Vedic text tells of ancient gods who cast a shadow upon the Earth, shielding humanity from an angry sun. Or, as history books will soon report: when Sol last went micro-nova, Mercury, Venus, and the Anye migration fleet were positioned in eclipse, the latter on purpose.
Earth was scorched — but not destroyed. The event is cyclical, coming around again, and fortunately, Vidura’s furry pilgrims are still living in the neighborhood.
Unfortunately, the fleet is in mothballs. The planets will not be lining up to help. Two million light years away on the planet of the Unseen, a potentially hostile race of bird-folk have demonstrated the ability to get here from there.
Continue reading “Finally!”Maroli Tango ~ Chapter 25
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The menfolk were smoking cigarettes in the castle driveway, accompanied by a non-elevated size-two fighting maroli named Quill.
Quill was 1.75 meters tall, with 2 heavy-lift primary tentacles, 4 lesser ungula, 6 grav-lift pucks around the skirt, 6 more on the capsule, eye dots all the way around, and a shock wand clipped below the plug cavity.
Carmen Benequista gave the machine a wide berth. Marie Jourdain stepped in for a closer look.
She said, “Can I get one of these?”
General Thorson fished a gas-station butane lighter out of a pocket.
He told Colonel Clarke, “You should see if Incredible might come to work for her.”
Clarke nodded. “I’ll ask him.”
“Well, like I was saying …” Thorson lit another cigarette. “Makes a lot of sense. Two forces. Cadre does political and military. Zirna Zapha handles policing and civil order. Good cop, bad cop; only you don’t tell the troublemakers which is which.”
Carmen reached for the pack of smokes. “It worked on Vidura.”
“And see here, it doesn’t matter whether it works on Earth or not.” He tucked the lighter into her palm. “It’s precedent. We get to tell my constituency we’re going by the book.”
Carmen tapped a cigarette on her thumbnail. “Who shall we cast in the role of space pirates?”
Thorson made a possum grin. “I’m looking at your boyfriend here.”
Brandon rubbed at his nose. “CH Banks is a business. We don’t do policing for free.”
“The Cadre doesn’t do military for free.”
“Who’s my customer?”
“Adopt a Zeze militant enterprise model. You know, like Boschert GMBH Zurich.”
“That’s not in our portfolio.”
“You have 3600 employees, old son. Maybe you could be a little more flexible.”
Marie Jourdain said, “It’s after 10:00 PM in France.”
Brandon’s eyes flicked away. “I’m calling our ride.”
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