Prisoners of Perfection
Tom Lichtenberg and John Lichtenberg
All they wanted was to get out of the infinite forest where they'd been imprisoned for what seemed like millennia. Immortal and frozen forever at age sixty four, their leader was set on revenge and his loyal pair of eight-year old followers were more than happy to go along for the ride. They assumed that the world outside had changed since they'd been locked away, but never in a million years could they have imagined just how much, or what bewildering surprises lay in store for them now. 'Strange' has a new theme song in Epic Fail, Book Two, following the original, Entropic Quest.
since anyone new had arrived. The last of the prisoners were all veterans by now. The tribes, for the people naturally organized themselves, like among like, were all set and stable, and any old conflicts had long since resolved themselves in futility. There was no point in not getting along, in not letting each other alone. The cave dwellers stayed near their caves. The river folk camped on their banks. The tree people lived in the canopy and all the various groups kept out of the way of each
least three hundred pounds, towering over her and Squee and peering down at them with tiny eyes concealed within a mass of shaggy hair. His beard seemed as long as the children were tall, and he was wearing old denim overalls over a red plaid shirt, and work boots as big as the rocks Soma had expected to come falling on her head. "Ruffians!" the man exclaimed. "Vagabonds! Layabouts! Why are you sneaking around my house!" "Your house?" Soma piped up, emphasizing the second word. "It's a wreck,
facial hair. Soda pop? But then he'd have more energy. If I had to guess, I'd say it was probably lemonade. The hair, you know, and the lethargy." "He had a fever," she said, "and he's lost a lot of weight." "More than that," Red Cliff told her. "Chances are he's lost his mind as well. His old mind, that is. The one with the usual thoughts and memories. He'll have a new one now, but it will come pre-configured, initialized, if you will, stocked with selected thoughts and memories. Good ones,
"You always were the smart one," he added, and gave her a small pat on her nearly bald little head. Soma grinned and said, "What do we name him?" Chapter Two A vote was held later that day, when a sufficient number of Watchers had gathered and submitted enough nominations to make it interesting. Bombarda's own suggestion was 'Retribution', but none of the children selected that one. A couple of popular choices were 'Squeak' and 'Smelly', but 'Squeak' was too close to 'Squee', who objected on
did not correspond except with a squawk. Soma ran to every corner and peered down carpeted hallways, but didn't want to leave the general area by herself. Gowdy looked into the offices in search of any kind of text but found, again, not a trace of information. He rejoined the children by the parrot and was about to announce the next phase of the plan he had in mind, when he became aware of a whirring noise above him, and looked up to see a sort of disc hovering in the air a few feet above them.