| Chronicles of the Cake Stop |
| Character Biographies |
| The Narrator |
There is a rumour circulating in the information-rich, scented breezes of A-Time that
the Trickster spirit Raven created more than one example of the progeny of the Divine
and Sapphic Union of Tank Girl and Ellen Ripley from Alien: Resurrection.
These zephyrs of suggestion are carefully tamed, deliberately muted. They tantalise
with hints and innuendo, glisten and shiver with allusion and connotation, and yet
never resolve into anything more concrete and palpable than suspicion.
Even Ravenbait is unsure of the true answer.
Raven once told her that she is one of seventeen clones; that, as the borrowed
WeaponX equipment was not being used for anything else at the time, he thought he
might as well make the most of it. These clones, he had told her, were scattered
throughout space and time.
"It helps," he had said, "if you can just go with the Everett model for the
moment. You're in good company. Even Stephen Hawking likes it."
There are wafts of scent, traces and signs, tinges of interpolative colour that drift
through the datastreams in A-Time, possibly telling of Ravenbait and possibly not.
The Hollow Man has known instances when what he thought was a tale of the
Priestess, an unusual shade or scent for her but the Priestess nonetheless, has led him
a merry dance.
Whatever the truth of it, whatever that wily feathered Trickster did get up to, there
seems to be more than one instantiation of that particular personality type. Here and
there, in different places, doing different but similar things, each similar in physical
appearance.
Which brings us to the narrator, who got the bum deal. The narrator of our tale has
been driven to the edge of sanity by being placed in the middle of this Trickster's web
of hot chicks with super powers, afflicted by dreams and visions of the lives her
identical sisters are leading, all of them so much more exciting and interesting than
her own. Trapped in a literary tower, this creature exists only to pen the tellings of the
other daughters of Raven. She is Ukko to their Sláine, Watson to their Holmes.
They get to live the story: the narrator's job is to tell it.
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