{"id":3668,"date":"2022-04-23T12:11:59","date_gmt":"2022-04-23T12:11:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sfshortstories.com\/?p=3668"},"modified":"2022-04-27T20:05:05","modified_gmt":"2022-04-27T20:05:05","slug":"meddling-fields-by-r-t-ester","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sfshortstories.com\/?p=3668","title":{"rendered":"Meddling Fields by R. T. Ester"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Meddling Fields<\/em><\/strong> by R. T. Ester (Clarkesworld<\/em> #186, March 2022) has an overly busy, data-dumpy, and not entirely clear beginning (an omen of what is to come in the rest of the story):<\/p>\n\n\n\n

History gave the people of August little to look back on. Whenever a report came that one of them had been spreading their own version of it, one of us had to pay those storied steppes a visit.
The latest offender lived on one of the strewn fields left by a meteorite that came down centuries ago to give the place its name. Neighbors feared he had been in contact with visitors from alternate time strands, putting him in violation of laws enacted after the meteorite\u2019s interlineal quality was discovered.
He stood a stone\u2019s throw from his homestead, waving like a child as the inspector brought her flyer down. The vessel\u2019s rotors leveled sheaths of grass underneath and kicked dust at him, but he kept at it.
He had a meddler\u2019s grin. It exposed his chipped tooth while failing to lift the bags under his eyes.
Even meddlers too young to have seen the August Meteorite come down had the grin\u2014passed down through the same mutation that gave them immune cells most suited to Sanctuary 2\u2019s biome.1<\/sup><\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

We subsequently learn that Inspector Ransom Nu\u2019Terra has landed to interview a man called Timoh\u2014who she refers to as a \u201cmeddler\u201d\u2014and to search the area for fragments of the August Meteorite, a substance that links different time-streams and allows people to travel between them. While Nu\u2019Terra speaks to Timoh, her sweepers (\u201ca canine-arachnoid hybrid\u201d) search for fragments.
More background information comes into focus as the story progresses: Nu\u2019Terra is the lackey of the totalitarian leader of Sanctuary 2, Forever Sovereign Cletus Nu\u2019Dawn the Infinite, and, even after ninety years of his rule, interlopers from other timestreams still arrive with accounts of worlds where his invasion of Sanctuary 2 did not succeed.
The situation develops when (spoiler) one of Nu\u2019Terra\u2019s sweepers discover a half buried passenger capsule inside a disused rocket shed. She tells Timoh to dig it out. While this is happening, two identical twins, Suniwa and Caruwa, rush past her\u2014so identical that Nu\u2019Terra suspects one of them may be from another timeline.
When Nu\u2019Terra subsequently interrogates Caruwa, she is told, after an enigmatic exchange, \u201cnot to run\u201d and that \u201cshe is not completely across the bridge\u201d. The story ends with Nu\u2019Terra encountering her doppelganger in (I think) another timeline (and here the narrative changes from the third to first person, the doppelganger\u2019s point of view). Then, in conclusion, we get a couple of pages of Many Worlds politics and intrigue.
This story has a couple of problems: first, the gimmick of meteorite splinters enabling travel between timelines is about as convincing as interdimensional travel by magic lamp; second, the political backstory adds a confusing and unnecessary level of complexity to the story (and in the last couple of pages descends pretty much into babble). All of this and more meant that I was, from the very first paragraph, constantly trying to work out what was going on.
* (Mediocre). 5,850 words. Story link<\/a>.

1. I\u2019d expect a more straightforward start to the story, unless you are one of those writers who has the talent to break the rules:<\/p>\n\n\n\n


Inspector Ransom Nu\u2019Terra landed her flyer near to Timoh\u2019s homestead, in one of the strewn fields left by the August Meteorite centuries earlier. On her approach she had watched Timoh as he waved like a child, and keep at it, even as the rotors leveled sheaths of grass underneath and kicked dust at him.
Now he stood there waiting with his characteristic meddlers\u2019 grin. Despite this disarming demeanour, he had been reported by his neighbors for telling his own histories, something that suggested illegal contact with visitors from other timelines.
Nu\u2019Terra was here to find out if this was the case.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Now, that\u2019s pretty crap writing\u2014but at least you know, after a couple of paragraphs, who the main characters are and where the story is going.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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