• SW10: Superhuman World 2022 Part 2: Pedigo!

    From Scott Eiler@seiler@eilertech.com to rec.arts.comics.creative on Mon Feb 2 19:20:29 2026
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    SW10: Superhuman World 2022 #1: Pedigo!

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    Six of my adult and near-adult relatives and I are in a courtyard.
    Where? I was trying to go anywhere else, but this wasn't it.

    A banner strip around the courtyard is written in several languages. I recognize, "Pedigo" and "I beg".

    I say, "Oh, $#!+. Ordered Realities Plaza."

    ...

    My brother Calvin says, "Huh?"

    "... We're at an interdimensional immigration bureau. And they've met
    me before. You are probably welcome here, but I'd best go." I turn to
    leave.

    My sister-in-law Laurie yells, "No! Please stay!"

    I turn back. "Uhh?"

    "You're the only one of us who knows what's going on here! Please stay
    until they *make* you leave!"

    "... When you put it that way, I suppose I ought to stay."

    ...

    People are lined up in the courtyard, to enter in one building. I wave
    our party back from the line. And I start explaining stuff.

    "This is the Congress of Ordered Realities. It has alternate Earths.
    And it has attitude."

    My nephew Calvin says, "I bet."

    "Yeah. They have an actual congress here. But mostly they have a
    Council that decides stuff. And last I checked, one of *me* actually
    ran it."

    My nephew Chas says, "That's not you."

    "That's me! Sort of." ... Then the flying drone cameras arrive. I
    wave. They back up a bit.

    So I continue talking... "The *Chancellor* Wyatt and I agreed, I should
    leave this place. I think it was 2010. But there was a lot of other
    stuff in my life then." (https://eilertech.com/stories/2010/beyond.htm )

    "... At the time, they were heavily open to refugees from other
    universes. Perhaps they still are. At least, they still seem to have
    lines for that." I point around at the rest of the courtyard.

    Then a drone on dog-like legs comes out, raises upright, and says, "The Vice-Chancellor will see you and your party now. Please follow me."

    So we skip the line.

    ...

    Inside the office... "Hello, Kristi. You look like you made it here well."

    "Uhh, hello, Wyatt. You look like death!"

    I stopped to consider myself. I looked much like I was used to, only my
    hair was straight and white, and my face was shriveled. My teeth were
    almost visible under my lips. "Uh, yes. I made it here the long way,
    just like you did. And I just got back from there *again*."

    "Yes, we know it's that time..." We clasp hands.

    I continue... "My relatives from then and there are with me. They wish refuge."

    "Oh. Somehow we'll let them stay." Kristi turns to them. "What do you
    do?"

    Calvin: "Corporate Vice-President. Glorified administrator, that is."

    Laurie: "Homemaker. And former department administrator."

    Jana: "Civil engineer."

    Bill: "Civil engineer."

    Calvin Jr.: "Studying for Educator."

    Chas: "Studying for botanical engineeing. And firefighter."

    Kristi: "Oh, we can work with those last four! You two others, you can
    apply as junior admins in our own hierarchy." Then she turns to me...
    "Wyatt, *your* role is still filled."

    I laugh. "Congratulations! I will get out of your way as soon as
    possible... But as long as I'm here, might I spend a night?"

    "I think we can arrange that, for one night while the Chancellor is
    away... Your family will get a suite."

    I look at the others. "Yes, I guess they *are* my family."

    Kristi: "Wyatt, where will you go?"

    "Anywhere else. I hope I don't end up in Power City."

    "That's one of the best multiversal places you *could* go. But here at Ordered Realities, we know you. And I know you too. So I know what you mean."

    Calvin says to me, "Let's have dinner and talk about this tonight."

    Kristi says to us all, "We'll send you something to your suite."

    ...

    Dinner is three whole roasted chickens, with side dishes known to
    Americans. These chickens are smaller than modern American roasted
    chickens, though. So it's just enough for seven hungry people.

    Calvin says over dinner, "Do you still want to leave?"

    Wyatt: "No, but I suspect I must."

    Laurie: "You said you wouldn't leave until you had to!"

    - knock knock - "Excuse us, we are here for immigrants..." (in eastern
    Europe accent)

    Wyatt turns to leave, but Laurie holds him back. "Which immigrants?"

    "Just to register anyone within this dwelling."

    Wyatt points to Laurie.

    Laurie says without opening the door, "Warrant, please."

    "That's not a rule here. Chancellor Stanjem repealed it."

    Laurie looks over to Wyatt. He gives thumb down No.

    Laurie says, "Thanks, no."

    They knock some more. But all they can do is knock.

    They keep knocking.

    Wyatt says, "Shall I go out and deal with them?"

    Calvin responds, "No, this is my family. This is for me."

    He gets into his flying armor. It shrinks, and flies out the crack
    under the door.

    There are three zaps. All is silent outside, as Calvin flies back in.

    ...

    Next several hours, Jana, Bill, Calvin Jr., and Chas each get job
    offers. They just need referrals from someone other than a relative.

    I can still get to Vice-Chancellor Kristi. She has left referrals
    outside her chamber.

    ...

    The next morning comes. By agreement, I go *anywhere* else from Ordered Realities Plaza.

    Laurie says, "You said you'd stay until they made you leave!"

    "I *have* stayed. They *are* making me leave."

    ...

    I have said this before... If you really want to worry about me, don't
    worry too much, because *dammit.* Up to now, not even gods, demons,
    Ultimate Darkness, and the mightiest superhumans of the Omniverse have
    been able to keep me away from home for long. Based on past history I
    *still* have to say, a few months at best. And in the meantime, I'll
    survive.

    This time, I shall merely need to decide what *is* home.

    ...


    Coming sometime: Power City World's Fair 2024! https://www.eilertech.com/stories/powernaut/2024.htm

    After that: Immigration Trial 2025!

    ...

    Author's Note: I dreamed of an extensive downtown walking network for
    this story. Kind of like Dallas. A walking plaza in French would be
    "La Marche". In Spanish, it is "Peatrafico". I'd envisioned this to be
    in Power City.

    But this plaza was named Pedigo. I cane up with that phrase while I was barely awake last night. I imagined it meant "Pedestrians Move"! But
    Pedigo seems to mean "I beg" in Spanish. (Accent on "di".) So either
    (1) Power City has its own immigration authority, or (2) it's in Ordered Realities! That lent itself to at least one plot hurdle. Which is not
    a bad thing for the story. This story has been written to handle that.

    Wyatt will be pleased to leave his relatives at Ordered Realities, but
    he will himself go anywhere else. He's got his own agreement with
    Ordered Realities - which means he doesn't stay there.

    The phrase "Chancellor Stanjem repealed it" comes from a telemarketer
    call. Yeah, telemarketer, don't tell me President Trump repealed the
    National Do Not Call website when I can go access the National Do Not
    Call website.

    I increasingly look forward to sequels for this story. It could become,
    Wyatt Ferguson vs. Powernauts! And that is becoming increasingly
    complicated.

    And yeah, my nephew is perfectly comfortable with saying "That's not
    you." (cover art for Superhuman World 2008, "Reversal". I gently say, "That's me!" https://eilertech.com/stories/2008/reversal.htm#reversal )


    (signed) Scott Eiler, 16 January 2023


    ... 2026 Update! Yes it did. https://www.eilertech.com/stories/powernaut/2024.htm
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  • From Scott Eiler@seiler@eilertech.com to rec.arts.comics.creative on Fri Feb 6 03:35:47 2026
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    I thought of one more plot point which might need explaining. I'll put
    an update on Eilertech.com, before I introduce the world to this story.

    We join this story already in progress.

    On 2026-02-02 11:20, Scott Eiler wrote:

    - knock knock - "Excuse us, we are here for immigrants..." (in eastern
    Europe accent)

    Wyatt turns to leave, but Laurie holds him back. "Which immigrants?"

    "Just to register anyone within this dwelling."

    Wyatt points to Laurie.

    Laurie says without opening the door, "Warrant, please."

    "That's not a rule here. Chancellor Stanjem repealed it."

    Laurie looks over to Wyatt. He gives thumb down No.

    Laurie says, "Thanks, no."

    They knock some more. But all they can do is knock.

    They keep knocking.

    Wyatt says, "Shall I go out and deal with them?"

    Calvin responds, "No, this is my family. This is for me."

    He gets into his flying armor. It shrinks, and flies out the crack
    under the door.

    There are three zaps. All is silent outside, as Calvin flies back in.

    Now it's safe for me to explain stuff. "Chancellor Stanjem is
    Chancellor Wyatt's predecessor. He's apparently still popular among the population here. This is just Warsaw transplanted across the St.
    Lawrence River from Quebec City. Chancellor Wyatt is always in the
    market for superhuman guardians, Calvin, if you should be so inclined."

    ...

    Next several hours, Jana, Bill, Calvin Jr., and Chas each get job
    offers. They just need referrals from someone other than a relative.

    I can still get to Vice-Chancellor Kristi. She has left referrals
    outside her chamber,
    and one more envelope for Calvin.
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    "Your Royal Highness, instead of devoting yourself exclusively
    to Minerva, should, instead, rather offer sacrifice at the altars
    of Bacchus, Orpheus, Venus, and Morpheus."

    - Advice to Prince Duarte of Portugal. From "The golden age of
    Prince Henry the Navigator", by Joaquim Pedro Oliveira Martins.
    Coming soon to Project Gutenberg.
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