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"I will pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do or any kindness I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it for I shall not pass this way again." 1859 Household Words Weekly Journal


Space Rocker: The Novel

by Michael Steenbergen
Copyright 2010 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Novel's
NAVIGATION

----------------Chapter 1

1  2  3  4  5  6

7  8  9  10  11

Chapter 2

12 13 14 15 16

17 18 19 20 21

Chapter 3

22 23 24 25 26

18 19 20 21 22

Chapter 4

22  22  23  24  25

26  27  28  29  30

31 32

Chapter 3

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As La Pedrita finished dressing him, Rocker could feel that he was about to be formally presented to someone, or something. He also had a sense of change. Big change like the world could never be the same type of change. He looked around the hut and began to inventory the contents for anthropological interest.

He had been right last night. The chests at the ends of the sleeping mat were for personal use. His clothes and belongings had been placed in one and the other seemed to contain, essentially, toiletries. The bandages, herbs and salves were also in that chest. The pottery was magnificent, well painted and well glazed. The carving on the jugs and pots was intricate indicating a high level of artisan detail. The dwelling was very primitive but ergonomic, comfortable, and hygienic. Rocker thought of the Greeks: “A place for everything and everything in its place.”

The color from the jungle outside brightly highlighted every aspect of the interior design of the hut’s space. Some of the principles of engineering used in constructing and ventilating the hut were quite advanced. Rocker wondered if this was from contemporary contamination of outside science or if what he was seeing was developed indigently in some antiquity of tribal history.

The textiles that richly decorated most areas of the hut showed great craftsmanship. The colors of the jungle were woven into everything: mats, tapestries, scarves, headdresses, baskets, dresses and serapes. Colorfully caricatured blankets covered the interior walls of the hut creating an artistic view of a tropical valley of lush jungle, animals, birds and fruit.

La Pedrita had silently withdrawn when she noticed Rocker begin to move around. Now she reappeared at the thatched door opening with a plate of food, already prepared. Beans, rice and a muffin like maze product was served with eggs, flipped and covered in a rich red salsa. He noticed there was no meat with the breakfast but he could taste lard, or some kind of animal’s fat as an ingredient. The entire plate was sprinkled with white cheese, probably goat.

First class service thought Rocker as Pedrita poured a glass of fruit juice. When a young native boy brought a steaming coffee like beverage, Rocker wondered if he should offer a tip or simply a gracious thank you. A smile was all it took from Rocker to leave the boy awkwardly backing out of the hut with a wide grin. Rocker turned to La Pedrita and spoke in the same Spanish as before, “Where is the leader of your tribe?”

She answered, again with lowered eyes, “The Feathered One, El Luz Caminante is coming, my Lord, to meet you after you have eaten. My Lady, La Cenisa, Queen of the Chapeck Aneal, wishes to speak with you after her Father.”

“Rocker, not ‘my Lord’, do you hear me?” Rocker told her again.

“Yes, my Lord.” She replied, and even dared a mischievous smile herself and for a brief moment met his eyes.

Rocker was comfortable with her glance. He felt a bond, he did not know why, but he felt a strong bond with this young maiden. The deference all the natives were paying him was a little overbearing and this girl seemed to respect him but at the same time he felt as if she were his equal by her bearing. He ate with vigor despite his injuries. He smiled briefly as he thought of that lost lunch he had brought on the plane. The native food seemed to provide much better fare and he finished the plate of food a little too quickly.

La Pedrita offered to bring more and Rocker smiled again and said no thank you. The portions had been more than adequate. He was satisfied. Pedra, as La Pedrita was nicknamed, cleaned away his dishes, and he lay back on the soft mat. The dizziness had returned. A mild concussion would not be out of the ordinary based on the bruises and contusions around the head.

Rocker’s professorial nature was just getting warmed up. As he lay on the mat he reviewed what had happened. He remembered seeing the huts just before impact. From the air they were almost invisible but as he flew low and at just the right angle, Rocker had seen the camouflaged village. It looked totally grey, unobtrusive, blending with the thatch floor of the jungle and its paths. As Rocker continued to contemplate the situation he drifted off to sleep again.

The Feathered One pulled back the hide that covered the thatch opening into Rocker’s hut. He saw that Rocker was sleeping and that Pedra sat in the corner, in her usual inconspicuous manner. He entered the hut. As his bodyguards tried to follow, the Chief waved them back. Pedra was more than enough protection against an injured guero.

Rocker opened his eyes as the Chief entered the hut. He had always slept lightly enough to sense the presence of others entering a room. He sat up and bowed his upper body. In the Spanish they had been using Rocker greeted the Chief in peace and introduced himself, by name and profession. “I am James Duncan, sometimes called Space Rocker. I am a Professor of Anthropology, Archeology and Physics in Texas. May God grant you peace.”

“I am The Feathered One, The Light Walker, Chief of the Chapeck Aneal. I welcome you James Duncan, Space Rocker, Professor of Texas. Travel safely through the Universe. More safely I should say. Are you feeling better after your rough arrival? That was quite a crash to have survived without significant injury. The Gods favor you.” The Chief looked at Rocker with a perplexed expression and paused in his speaking.

 

 

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"I will pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do or any kindness I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it for I shall not pass this way again." 1859 Household Words Weekly Journal


Space Rocker: The Novel
by Michael Steenbergen
Copyright 2010 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
 

NOVEL
NAVIGATION

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Chapter 1

2-3 - 4-5 - 6-7

8-9 - 10

11 - 12 - 13 - 14

15  16  17

Chapter 2

18  19  20  21  22

22  22  23  24  25

26  27  28  29  30

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Chapter 3

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-CHAPTER 1-
-Little Feather: The Light Walker-


“Before Time there was the Island of Light. The Light Walker made Night so he could sleep and Time was born.”

-The Golden Parchment of the Chapeck Aneal-
31,000 Years Before Current Er
a.




       The sound of the airplane engine was strangely out of harmony with the natural symphony coming from the birds, animals and insects of the Peruvian Amazon. The lazy waters below the plane were slowly meandering through the lush green jungle of the river basin. It would be miles and miles before this tributary merged with the waters of the Amazon proper. There it would join with one fifth of the world’s fresh water to form a 3000 mile stretch of tropical diversity.
       Rocker banked the small aircraft and blinked as the sun reflected off the slow moving water. His hands firmly gripped the steering column, and his feet kept a smooth flow of pressure on, and off, the pedals. He was feeling the excited euphoria of flying alone. Just “You, God and the Machine” he used to say in flight training.
       Rocker’s current archeological survey specifically covered the Peruvian Amazon, an area of the famous jungle confined within the territory of Peru; from just east of the Andes to the border of Ecuador. Blue skies, fluffy white clouds and a brilliantly colored sunset provided the right background for his short flight. A strong sense of spirituality swept over him, a sort of tingle or shiver up and down his spine. The feeling seemed to pass and he shook his head slightly, as if to clear it.
       Since arriving in Lima two weeks earlier, Rocker had been amazed at the biological diversity of the region. Bright colors of fur, feather, hide, skin and leaf assaulted his senses on every outing.
Animals, birds, fish, plants, reptiles, insects and all of living creation seemed to be amplified in color, shape and sounds 10 to twenty fold compared to expeditions in other areas of the Earth.
       Professor James Duncan, Rocker was just his stage name from playing in a band, continued to work on his book about the statistically anomalous biological variation found in this part of the Amazon, or why there is such a variety of color and design in all the living things here. Genetic diversity in this area was actually the greatest on the planet.
Anthropology and archeology were no longer Professor Duncan’s central academic pursuits. Now they were his hobby. Three and one half years earlier he had changed to the Physics Department. His three theoretical letters regarding Para psychological energy sources (Thought = Energy = Mass Accelerated to the Speed of Light Squared), Laser Light Writing with the beam and particle nature of Light, and the Plasma Barrier Force Field designed to create a Cosmic Egg had garnered much attention. The only way he could get his life back was to change to the Physics department and pursue the theories actively.
Now the celebrity of the ideas was awaiting some practical research success. In the meantime, he was enjoying his special 6 month summer sabbatical. Working in the Social Sciences had always been self development and made him feel as if he were pursuing his personal search for morality.
Rocker felt a sudden impact. The small plane shook violently. Shocked out of his reverie by the surprise jolt, he had no idea what had struck the plane. However, a gaping hole in the fuselage was clearly visible when he scanned the aircraft for the impact point. He thought he saw a wisp of smoke stream from the hole. This was no bird strike. Panic set in.
Rocker knew immediately that that the plane was going down. His thoughts flashed to the other members of his expedition. He was glad to be alone on this flight. At least this way, if he was unable to pull the aircraft through the crisis and the plane crashed, no one else would be hurt.

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