Declan Guy and the Chronographic Sky :: Chapter 3

Summary: Chapter 3 :: Ptolemy's Lost Machine :: The Organon Parallacticon :: A New Radio Active Novel from Théâtre Électrique ---- Declan-- Steam, what strange country is this? This island? No survivors from the shipwreck I find. Who were those who perished while I survive? I can walk, but to go so alone alive. Some fell weight from the future pervades this stream. I am rarely lost in darkness or dream. Steam, give me some comfort by setting this scene... Steam-- Cross reference the island, white sand on your feet. Focus on that mountain peak, and thank you, Topographic match for the cliff Glen Shiel... You fell by the ghost ship, off Island Lochalsh... History cloaks the crew, but counts thirty six. "Inquire if Orpheus produced the Waltz?" -- This data is crypted. I can't get a fix. Welcome to Scotland, Deck. Activate thermals... Declan-- No sailors or pirates on this beach I see, a few casks of wine and giant sea turtles... Steam-- Parallactic maps of Synchronicity. Let me validate for eccentricity. Yeah, Deck, it's just like I asked you before... Declan-- Steam, you think this book in my back pocket, dragged me though time to this lost island shore..? Steam-- Despite the lead lining you thought would save you, Some essence of meaning has dead locked your zones. This dark castle I see on this island, Is setting out rings of torches and fire. The gathering guests with shadows for hire. Deck, you must attend this party in disguise. It appears this girl accused of witchcraft, In the year 1617, has no hope, nor will to survive the coming of the dawn. I can barely detect the light in her eyes. Her thoughts no longer in word, but symbols drawn... Declan-- Can you alter my cloak for this day and age? They may well grant access to the girl accused. I need to appear a nobleman now. Let all the light I reflect be diffused, A filter in time, my eyes, my voice, my brow... Steam-- Your portrait is painted and now as we speak, I apply changes so ultra and chic. No one will suspect you fell from the stars. I have cross data now from all sources Mars. Open your pocket book. These answers you sought. The symbols this girl is drowning in thought, Were the only evidence of Life or birth. Found by the American Astronaut, Never revealed to the public on Earth... Declan-- I see the page where the symbols are glowing. Is there translation or some way of knowing, how did this girl get a lock on my zone bind? I thought this your secret. Unknown to Mankind... Steam-- Much is revealed at the moment of death. This girl was tortured so close to last breath. The plot that awaits you is hidden from me. Let me download the data I now can see. This Castle belongs to King James the first. He believes this girl is bedeviled and cursed. One guest is honored, your nemesis now. Seek him out and curtail his power somehow. Matthew Hopkins, the infamous witch finder. He gave the orders to snatch her and bind her. One light appears on your road to this slaughter. The girl in chains is the king's darkling daughter. And use this to bend any future you bring, on this night there are schemes to vanish the King...