Monday, April 13, 2015

New Sun Rising: Two Stories by Lindsay Edmunds

Release date: April 3, 2015
Subgenre: Short fiction, coming of age

About New Sun Rising:


The year is 2199; the place, the Reunited States.

Kedzie Greer is pretty, smart, accomplished, and loved. She grew up in paradise: a small lakeside community with utopian ideals. But on turning sixteen — the age of legal adulthood in 2199 — Kedzie decides she has had enough of paradise.

Story 1, “The Town With Four Names,” is about Kedzie's idyllic hometown, which has survived against all odds for more than three hundred years. Cassie Stillwater, a 90-year-old descendent of the original founder, writes down the town’s history, a history that turns personal.

Story 2, “Leaving Home,” is about Kedzie’s decision to seek a life outside the town gates. She finds a job that horrifies her parents, who fear that they raised her too well and protected her too much.

I didn’t intend New Sun Rising to miss the YA market, but it does. Although the stories are set in the future and creatures called e-beasts run everything from inside Networld, they aren’t science fiction either. Speculative fiction is closer, but not quite right. These stories are genre busters. This is not a brag or even a humblebrag. It is just how they came out.

No violence, cursing, or sex. Story 1 is a stand-alone. Story 2 is a semi-stand-alone.


Excerpt from “The Town With Four Names”:


 Some new residents moved here to hide from the Middle Machine Age with its domination by e-beasts who hate the human race. No one really hides anywhere, of course. However, we are law-abiding and our town is considered inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, so we are mostly left alone. In 2199 in the Reunited States there are supposed to be two classes of citizens: wealthy and poor in their separate silos. We walk a third path.
Some people fell in love with Star Lake. People whose churches had fallen found a safe haven to pray and meet in small groups in the physical world. People who make things—such as carpenters, artisans, musicians, and painters—found community. The town grew busy again. Musicians take the stage at our little concert hall. We repaired the roads, we rehabilitated the buildings. The fountain began to run again, although there is no sculpture in the center anymore.
Our town has facets. From some angles, it looks wealthy. From others, it does not. There are fewer single-family homes than there appear to be. Most houses are cut up into apartments, where people live comfortably but without luxuries. There are twelve apartment buildings, both condo and rental. All are former bed-and-breakfasts, hotels, and rooming houses.
However, living here has its price. People who move into Stillwater have to understand that. We do not live in silos, isolated from each other. We also are a true democracy, which requires charity, compromise, and superhuman tolerance for discussion. During our community meetings, democracy can seem like the most tiresome thing man ever invented. Everyone’s opinion is weighed, and everyone has an opinion. Let that reality sink in.
In the Reunited States as a whole, Democracy exists in name only. People vote, or I should say “vote.”
At birth, everyone begins to accumulate a Net profile called a ubot. A ubot is you in Networld. After sixteen years, ubots get voting rights, which means they are polled by govbots twice a year. The results of these polls are valuable to businesses. They are bought and sold openly around the world.
The results of ubot elections always indicate that everything is fine. “All right by me,” say our ubots year after year. Here is the creed every Middle Machine Age child is taught:

Your ubot is a chain forged link by link by your own actions.
You can no more alter the ubot than alter the past.

Our children also have to be taught the fiction that ubots cannot contain any errors. We teach them this because like you, we want to survive. The e-beasts destroyed an entire country, peaceful little Kartan, to make a point about power. That could have been us. That could have been anyone. We do as we are told, but not just what we are told. Outside the gates, our ubots say everything is fine. Inside the gates, people vote for themselves.


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About Lindsay Edmunds: 

Lindsay Edmunds lives a quiet normal life in southwestern Pennsylvania, except when she is writing. Her fiction reflects two longstanding interests: fantasy and the relationships people have with machines. The first computer she ever owned was a Mac Plus, circa 1988. That little beige toaster changed her life.

Her favorite movie of all time is Local Hero. She is a fan of Mystery Science Theater 3000 and in 2012 wrote about MST3K for HuffPost TV.

She blogs at Writer's Rest about movies and TV, books, machine intelligence, and life in southwestern Pennsylvania. Drop by, say hello, and share a story or two.

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  1. New Sun Rising is about a girl who was raised in a utopian community and then tries to make her way in a dystopian society.

    I think utopias are more interesting than dystopias, if only because such mighty effort is required to get them even a little bit right.

    1. I think a lot of writers prefer dystopias, because they provide an inbuilt conflict. However, it's depressing that we spend far more imagination on dreaming up bad societies than good ones.

  2. Some say dystopias are more interesting because they have, as you say, built-in conflict, but I disagree. Utopia is a hero's journey.