Wardenclyffe
By Lloyd P Hall and Minna Ollikainen
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When the city of Valentine loses power, an android named Bit tries to help restore it. Through old recordings documenting the relationship between two young girls, Bit learns of a possible new power source in a distant, unknown town and sets out to find it.
Along the way, she encounters different human communities, learning abo
Lloyd P Hall
Lloyd Hall grew up in a small town on the coast of Connecticut called Short Beach. His childhood was filled with fantastical stories and he often found himself lost in many books from the local library. In school he was introduced to art in every possible form and gained a love of learning through every new artistic skill he picked up.He attended Champlain College for video game design before moving on to study fashion design at Lasell College and the London College of Fashion. After graduating he made costumes for musical theatre, ran a small hat store, and worked as a fashion designer. Meanwhile his computer continued to be filled with half-written stories, each begging to be finished.After living in Chicago, London, Boston, and a number of other cities he returned to his hometown where he hung up his hat as a fashion and costume designer and turned his skills to writing. He channeled his childhood love of stories into his first novel, Wardenclyffe.In addition to writing, he has a strong love of hats and puns. He can often be found singing sea shanties at his local pub every Monday night.To learn more about his books check out the official website for the Wardenclyffe Series https://www.wardenclyffeseries.com
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Wardenclyffe - Lloyd P Hall
1
The Festival
On the day of the festival, I leave my house at noon with my bag over my shoulder. I follow the path north towards the town. I walk by the cafe first. There are no lights on and no noise comes from inside. It is uncommon to see the cafe unpopulated. I can still hear the chickens from the farm on the other side. I continue walking north. The most probable answer is that everyone from the town has congregated in the festival location.
After ten minutes of walking, I hear people. The town is still a mile away but the sound is reaching me. Logically this would mean the festival is loud. I continue walking. There is a banner hanging above the road from the trees. It reads, ILLUMINATION FESTIVAL.
As I continue along the path, the sound of people gets louder. I see the first crowd ahead of me. They are wearing bright-colored clothing and are gathered in front of a wooden stand. A blue-and-white striped fabric tent sits above it. I walk up to where they are located.
Step right up!
says the woman behind the wooden stand. She holds a small silver ball in her hand. There are bottles stacked on top of each other on a small pedestal behind her. Who wants to give it a go?
she asks as she tosses the ball in the air and catches it again.
A man steps up. I’ll take a shot,
he says.
She hands him the silver ball. He takes a step back and throws it. It knocks over a number of the bottles and the crowd cheers around him.
We’ve got a winner,
the woman says. She hands him a small metal coin before walking over and picking up the bottles. She carefully stacks them back up on the pedestal. Anyone else want to try?
Another person from the crowd steps forward. I continue along the path towards the center of the town. As I walk, I hear more cheers from the crowd behind me. I pass a number of similar stands along the road. Each is surrounded by a small group of people.
I stop at another. Mary is behind the counter distributing large containers to the crowd. I look inside the container and see it filled with hundreds of tiny pieces of white material. I approach Mary.
Glad you made it down to the festival,
she says as she notices me.
What is the material you are distributing?
I ask her.
Mary laughs. It’s food, Bit!
ANALYSIS – UNKNOWN
I am unfamiliar with this food,
I tell her.
Well you’re not completely unfamiliar. You know the corn we grow up in the fields behind the cafe?
she asks.
Yes.
Well that’s what this is!
DATABASE SEARCH – MATCH INCOMPATIBLE
It does not appear to be the same,
I say. She laughs again.
No it is, I promise! We just found a new way to cook it,
she explains.
What method of preparation causes the physical appearance to change?
I ask.
Well, Bruce found us this old book of recipes. If you take the corn kernels and heat them they do this.
She holds up a basket of the food. People seem to really love it.
She scoops a container into the basket and hands it to another person at the booth. The person hands her one of the small metal coins.
DATABASE UPDATED
I shall remember this new information,
I tell her.
You should check out some of the other booths on the way to town! Lots of fun stuff in all of them,
she says.
I will,
I assure her. I continue towards the town and encounter more of the booths. Some appear to be other varieties of food while others seem to be games similar to the first booth. Each one has a crowd around it.
I reach the town square at the center of Valentine. There have been a number of changes made since the previous day. The stands with striped tents sit all around and small square pieces of cloth have been strung onto ropes from one side of the square to the other. Dozens more stands stretch out into the field next to the town. Beyond the field, I can see the woods where we installed the lanterns for the finale later this evening.
I wander through the center of the town, past all the stands and people. I hear a voice call out from behind me.
Bit!
I turn around. Edna is sitting on a bench waving at me. Come over here!
I walk over and sit next to her on the bench.
I have finished repairing your holo-recorder,
I tell her. I pull the device out of my bag and hand it to her. She presses the button and an image appears above the device of me and a younger Edna. The recording of me speaks, I do not comprehend the purpose of this device.
Doesn’t matter! Just come here,
the recording of Edna says. The two of us in the recording lean together.
Older Edna smiles as she watches the recording. Oh, Bit, look how young we were.
She watches the recording play. Well, I look younger. You look exactly the same as you do today.
That is because I do not age,
I remind her.
I know that. It’s just strange to me, I guess. I’ve changed so much.
She stops talking and we watch the recording together without speaking. People continue to walk by us. Some stop and stare at the holo-recording before continuing to the other stands. The recording stops.
Edna pulls out a small wooden box from her pocket and opens the lid. The box is filled with several small holo-recorder discs. She pulls one out and holds it up.
These were my mother’s recordings. I’ve never had the chance to watch them.
She opens up the holo-recorder and places the transparent disc inside. The image of a young woman appears above the holo-recorder.
It’s snowing today,
the woman on the recording says. I saw Olivia. She looked sicker. Her dad is trying to find a way to help her get better.
Edna pauses the recording.
That’s my mother, Ava.
She looks at Ava’s face closely. Ava appears distressed. She was in love with this girl, Olivia, when she was that age. She never told me that much about her. God, she looks so young in this recording.
I place my hand on her shoulder. I have seen others do this to comfort people. She presses the button and the recording starts again.
I’m gonna see her soon, though. As soon as she’s feeling better. Her dad gave me her holo-recorder to hang on to. I figured I should keep recording things on it.
The recording moves away from her face. It shows a small street lined with houses. And at least the snow looks nice.
The image moves down the street. More snow is falling around the recording before it stops at one of the houses. It is a tall wooden house with light pouring out of the windows. The recording enters the house and shows the interior. The walls are paneled with wood and the floor is a dark stone. It differs greatly from the building construction I have encountered here.
Hey, I’m home!
Two figures appear in the recording, a man and a woman.
Hey, sweetie,
the man says.
Edna speaks over the conversation, Those must’ve been my grandparents. I never met them. My mom moved down here before I was born. I don’t think I’ve ever seen my mother when she was this age.
The recording stops while Edna is talking. I guess that’s all that was on that one.
She turns off the holo-recorder. Thank you so much for this, Bit. You have no idea what it means to see her face again.
Bruce approaches where we are sitting on the bench. Hey, Edna, mind if I borrow Bit for a little while?
Just so long as she promises to come back and see me before the festival wraps up,
Edna says, looking at me.
I promise I shall return before this evening,
I tell her.
Wonderful,
Edna says, I’ll be waiting here for you. This is the perfect place for people-watching anyways.
She places the holo-recorder into the wooden box and returns it to her pocket. I stand up from the bench and walk over to Bruce.
Thanks, Bit, I was hoping to get your help with some last-minute preparations,
he says.
I am available to assist,
I tell him.
Oh, perfect!
He waves to Edna.
What is it that you require?
I ask.
You know the lanterns you installed?
He leads me away from the center of the town. We’re having trouble getting the final cable hooked into the power station. Any chance you’d be able to help us out?
I will assist you with the cable,
I inform him. He places his hand on my shoulder.
That’s absolutely incredible, Bit. Do you have any idea how much that’s going to help us? You’re always doing so much.
It is how I am programmed,
I tell him. He laughs.
Well, I told Neil to come up and meet us with that truck of his you repaired,
Bruce says.
Neil greets us at the edge of the town. He is sitting in the driver’s seat of his truck, waving to me. He opens the door and steps out.
Afternoon, Bit!
He walks over to me. So you ready to head up to the power station?
I am prepared.
I walk around to the other side of the truck and climb inside.
The people up there can show you the cable we’ve been having trouble with,
Bruce says, and I’ve got some more things to take care of down here before we’re good to go.
The engine rattles as Neil turns it on. Bruce steps back and Neil presses on the pedal. The truck slowly rolls forward along the dirt road ahead of us. We drive along the path to the power station and arrive after seven minutes and thirty-two seconds. Neil stops the truck.
The large metal structure sits in a clearing in the woods to the east of the town. Metal pipes extend from every side of the building, continuing deep into the woods beyond the edge of the clearing. These are the power conduits that connect to every building in the town. Built into the front of the building is a twelve-foot-tall circular door. It is carved with deep ridges that resemble an electrical circuit board. The door has been rolled aside and a man stands in the entranceway.
Hey, you two,
he says as he waves us over. I exit the truck walk over to him. My name’s Frederick.
My name is Bit,
I say.
Good to see you, Frederick,
Neil says. The two of them appear to already be aquatinted.
Let me show you what we’ve been struggling with,
Frederick says as we enter the power station together. In the middle of the room stands a large cylindrical structure with cables plugged in to various ports. These cables run from this structure to the walls where they continue out through the power conduits.
I have never been inside this building,
I tell him. We walk towards the structure at the center of the room.
Not too many have. We don’t fully understand how the grid works or where all the power comes from. But we know it comes through here.
He stops at the structure and places his hand next to a large empty port. But we found one open port that we can use for the lanterns. We just haven’t been able to secure the main cable inside,
he explains.
Where is the cable located?
I ask.
It’s right over there,
he says, pointing to a large cable across the room. But even with ten of us we haven’t been able to lift it and connect it into the port here. It’s just too heavy.
Neil leans in to me. You think you can lift it?
he asks.
I walk over to the cable and pick it up. Yes, I am capable of lifting it.
Would you look at that,
Frederick says.
Pretty impressive, isn’t it?
Neil whispers to him. I walk the cable to the large structure in the center of the room and place it inside the open port, firmly twisting it clockwise. There is a loud click followed by a humming noise.
The cables have been attached,
I inform them.
Thanks so much for your help, Bit,
Frederick says. Neil and I walk back to his truck and climb inside. Neil pulls to release the brake and the truck begins rolling down the road.
I can’t believe Bruce really put this whole thing together,
Neil says as we drive away from the power station.
Why can you not believe that?
I ask.
"Well, it’s just massive! I’ve never seen an event this big before. We’ve got carts with food, a bunch of old-fashioned festival games, and a whole load of old decorations. Bruce found a book about this thing they used