{"id":53,"date":"2012-11-09T11:50:12","date_gmt":"2012-11-09T17:50:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rcveeder.net\/blog\/?p=53"},"modified":"2013-02-02T14:25:22","modified_gmt":"2013-02-02T20:25:22","slug":"love-and-lust-beneath-earths-crust","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rcveeder.net\/blog\/2012\/11\/09\/love-and-lust-beneath-earths-crust\/","title":{"rendered":"Love and Lust Beneath Earth&#8217;s Crust"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Shag&#8217;s beat-up old magrunner, old and beat-up though it was, still and yet managed to slice through the molten rock of the planet&#8217;s mantle like a hot knife through butter. It was a good old magrunner. It had a few years left in it. If it didn&#8217;t melt first.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">These were the thoughts that occupied Shag&#8217;s mind as he opened a comm channel to Hephaestus Base. Hephaestus Base was named for\u00a0Hephaestus, the Greek god of volcanoes, which was a very appropriate classical allusion for the name of a mining outpost that had been constructed inside the earth&#8217;s mantle. All the other mining outposts also had witty names.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The radio started buzzing as the channel opened. Shag pulled down his microphone and shoved it up into his mustache. &#8220;Hey, Hephaestus. This is Shag the Lad, and I gotta get inside you before this tin can crushes me to death; can I get a witness, over?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The radio spat out the stationmaster&#8217;s response: &#8220;Url ohfgre oebja ubj nobhg lbh naq zr trg ubg naq zbygra.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Shag frowned. &#8220;Uh, I think you&#8217;ve got your scrambler on backwards,&#8221; he spoke, trying to enunciate as best he could. &#8220;It sounds like you&#8217;re getting double-scrambled. Over?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">There was a hiccup in the signal, and then the stationmaster&#8217;s voice returned. The voice was thick and gooey, like a lava flow: &#8220;I was just saying, it&#8217;s nice to hear from you, Shaggy.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Shag&#8217;s eyebrows popped up, revealing his eyes. &#8220;Is that you, Yolande?&#8221; he rasped.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I sure as heck is, Shaggy my laddie. Now, what were you saying about getting inside me?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Shag pulled at his collar. He could feel his body temperature rising, and he could also see it rising on his wrist-mounted body temperature monitor. With his free hand, Shag pulled open the glove compartment and pulled out a syringe full of coolant.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">He poised the syringe above his thigh. He bit down on his lip. He closed his eyes.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Finally he slammed the needle into his leg, emptying the coolant into his bloodstream. The experience was excruciating, but when he opened his eyes, Shag could see his wrist monitor&#8217;s readout change from a red <span style=\"color: #993300;\">&gt;:^(<\/span> to a yellow <span style=\"color: #ffcc00;\">:^\/<\/span>, and finally to a cool blue <span style=\"color: #0000ff;\">B^)<\/span>.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The radio crackled again, and Yolande&#8217;s warm, sticky voice oozed out to fill the magrunner&#8217;s cabin. &#8220;You still there, Shaggy?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Shag put his microphone to his mouth again. &#8220;I sure as heck is, Yolande my lady,&#8221; he said, and he slicked back his hair, which was drenched in sweat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Shag&#8217;s beat-up old magrunner, old and beat-up though it was, still and yet managed to slice through the molten rock of the planet&#8217;s mantle like a hot knife through butter. It was a good old magrunner. It had a few years left in it. 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