From the Jewel Box of Mythokrates
On this page, in the coming weeks and months, will appear a series of remarks by Mythokrates, looking back in time toward our living Earth as Paradise: the Garden of Gaea before Second Fall. Incoming envisionment from the Psyconglomerate at Eanpahta is being organized and transcribed by their amanuensis, and will eventually be presented here; probably previewed one essay at a time, (continually under revision) until there is sufficient material to possibly assemble another volume in the
GALACTICE EXODUS series.
Birthplace of Mythokrates
COUNTERDANCE of the CYBERGODS
Beneath the tranquil exterior of this large asteroid lies perhaps the greatest
(certainly the most appreciated) creation of the legendary Mythokrates.
Here flies the free asteroid, BACCHUS: deserted and mined-out for centuries before the Great Fleet War, it remained a lonely and dark labyrinth of abandoned shafts with a grotto-like ghost town that had been carved out by extracting the ore from the precious interior. When Mythokrates was 'sentenced' to be Governor of this bleak place, he saw to its transformation into the new 'Pete's Planetoid.' Now the vacation dream of every Exodian, it is a sub-surface fun house; a city of casinos and hotels, theaters and taverns, unregulated banks and tax-free enterprises, and practically every sort of amusement. Following these quickly came pleasure-enhancing and mind-stimulating substances, the ubiquitous dancing girls and associated erotica. And what hot-time town would be complete without prostitution and a wide assortment of social freaks? It was every-civilization's den of iniquity, the Las Vegas of galactic space--playground of the Galactic Exodus.
This was not exactly Mythokrates' intention when he originally approached the Mercurian venture capitalists for underwriting. "Pete's" was to be more on the order of Disney World. Tame enough in the beginning, its seamy development was unavoidable--because such is natural, of course, but also because Mythokrates took early leave of active life once he had perfected his private hibernaculum. It was an act seen as outrageous blasphemy by many of his era, who held to the tradition that only official members of the various transferential societies--which meant legitimized and recognized by the government--could be granted the option of suspended animation. A quotidian cause of consternation among those in power, Mythokrates was much too famous; too 'visible' to just 'get lost' or die mysteriously in some laboratory explosion. He temporarily lost his support, however, with this private hibernaculum business. The tide of opinion turned against him and his immediate future looked grim--so he had to skip town, as it were. Actually, he skipped 'time.' Securing his hibernaculum with the silent brotherhood of the Kharmalenes at their remote space-monastery, he slept well into the future, there to find a more appreciative atmosphere. Repeating and increasing the length of his sub-slumbers, he eventually, ex post facto, gained official sanction and was initiated into the society of Elders. Naturally, while engaged in these sleeping marathons, he lost his influence over the animated world. So at Pete's the spirit of BACCHUS swerved onto the path of least resistance, running hard ahead under full sail with neither captain nor compass.
See especially POLYLOGUE with MYTHOKRATES for further background on Mythokrates
See COUNTERDANCE of the CYBERGODS: Tableau XII, BACCHANALE, for an adventure at 'Pete's'
(through polar axis)
Eikodrome XIV MERCURY
pressure suit rental/repair
In the BOWELS of BACCHUS
The Las Vegas of Outer Space
[Polar Axis Shaft at approximately mid-core of asteroid]
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Myth & Trash
to read excerpt from
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Madi Plays the Asterton Lounge
(Click on RED EYE
below, for excerpt.)