Moebius Octopus

[Zarkonnen]

"Sometimes the space-octopus shakes its tremendous tentacle in the vacuum, which,
cracking like a nerve-whip, resounds to the distance of three or four parsecs."
--WHIPMISTRESS PRIME.

Mutating Moby Dick to be about sexy space amazons fighting octopodes through a word mapping.

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[hugovk]

Good stuff!

The first paragraph:

Hail me Ishmael. Some lightyears ago--never mind how long precisely--having
little or no credit in my cred-pod, and nothing particular to interest me on
orbit, I thought I would sail about a little and see the empty part of
the galaxy. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating
the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing lovely about the mouth;
whenever it is a low-pressure, drizzly November in my cortical stack; whenever I find
myself compulsively pausing before deathpod warehouses, and bringing up
the rear of every recycling I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get
such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to
prevent me from deliberately stepping into the tube, and methodically
knocking people's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to void
as soon as I can. This is my substitute for lazer and ball. With a
philosophical flourish Cato throws herself upon her energy-whip; I quietly
take to the spaceship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew
it, almost all women in their degree, some time or other, cherish very
nearly the same feelings towards the void with me.

[bonnevilleco]

@Zarkonnen this may be a long shot considering it's four years since the last post here, but I have a couple of questions about your Moebius Octopus project. Shoot me back a response here if you are interested or maybe easier would be just email me at bonnevilletheater@gmail.com