Curveball Issue 36: The Titan’s Shadow

Part Eighteen: Haruspex Analytics, Ground Floor Lobby

The massive stone fist misses CB by inches. The floor shatters, stone chips flying into the air like shrapnel, forcing CB to twist even further to avoid the debris.

He stares at the fist, gaze traveling the length of the golem’s arm, taking in the intricate blue-glowing runes cut deep into the stone. Three of the runes at the wrist have gone dark. Each time a rune goes dark, the golem repairs itself.

There are a lot of runes on that arm. And the other arm. And both legs.

“This is getting old…” He tries to keep his voice casual as he rolls to his feet, noting the golem shifting its weight as it prepares to advance.

“He’s not ready yet.” Agent Grant’s voice is casual—of course, he’s on the other side of the hall, kneeling in front of David Bernard, watching him closely. David sits cross-legged on the floor, eyes closed, muttering something beneath his breath. “His eyes aren’t open yet.”

CB grimaces. David said he wouldn’t be able to speak while preparing, so that was the signal they were looking for. “Well, great.” He takes a deep breath, yells, and charges directly at the golem.

He wouldn’t have minded a little more backup, but this needs to be done right… and if everyone is in the middle of a grand melee when it starts, it won’t be. So he has to do it the hard way.

I hate the hard way…

He feels the world shift around him as possibilities begin to fall into place. If he steps here, then turns there, twists at just the right angle, at just the right time

The golem’s fist swings uselessly over his head as CB slides between its legs. He’s on his feet before the golem has a chance to turn, and then in two steps and a jump he’s on the thing’s back, one arm wrapped around its neck.

He hears laughing. Thin, ragged laughter, muffled through layers of stone, rises out of the golem’s torso. The security guard—or, more accurately, the guard’s corpse—is in there, somewhere, and he finds this amusing.

The golem stops turning and straightens to its full height. It’s growing, and is now so tall that CB can touch the ceiling if he really wants to. He inches to the side as one of the golem’s hands tries to grab him. Stone fingers brush his trenchcoat, but close on nothing.

The golem turns sharply, trying to shake CB off. It backs into the wall where it had once been six greek statues, trying to smash him to pulp. CB lets go just before the golem hits, ducking into a roll as he hits the floor. He’s on his feet again as the golem pulls itself out of the wall. He takes a ragged breath, preparing for its next move…

“Eyes open!” Grant shouts.

CB steps back.

A stiff wind rises, followed by blinding white light as lightning arcs across the room, enveloping the golem in a halo of blue and white fire. Its torso smokes, the stone turning glassy and smooth where the lightning hits. It staggers, but doesn’t fall.

A loud booooom splits the air as a red blur streaks across the room, smashing into the golem at Mach 2. The impact would tear any normal statue to pieces—in this case the golem staggers again, arms flailing for balance, and finally topples over onto its back. Red Shift rolls nimbly off to the right as Sister Sentinel, shouting at the top of her lungs, lifts the torn revolving door and brings the entire weight of it down on its right leg.

The leg shatters, bits of stone and stone dust fly everywhere. She doesn’t take a moment to appreciate her work: instead, she hefts the door up again and brings it down on the golem’s left leg. This time, it’s the door that breaks, unable to handle the second blow, but it takes a chunk of leg with it. Sister Sentinel drops the remains of the door, clenches her fists, and starts pounding away at the crater in the left leg. One, two, three blows, and the leg splits at the upper thigh.

The golem is not idle, however—it props itself up with its left arm while its right fist descends, at great speed, toward the small of Sister Sentinel’s back. CB starts to shout a warning, but the fist stops abruptly, inches from the woman as she kicks the lower portion of the left leg away from the body. CB glances at Brother Judgment. He stands rigid, left arm extended, hand trembling. He can’t see the man’s expression, his face covered by the gas mask as it is, but he can see sweat on his forehead.

“Sis.” Brother Judgment’s voice is shaking too. Restraining the fist is taking a lot of effort.

Sister Sentinel looks up and starts in surprise as she sees the fist. Then she wraps her arms around the wrist and steps aside. “Got it!”

Brother Judgment relaxes. The Golem starts to raise its arm again, trying to pull her off the floor, but she flips over the arm, places both feet against its side, and pushes, twisting with her waist. Stone snaps and cracks as the forearm breaks off, causing the remaining stump to flail uselessly.

Red Shift descends on the other arm, fists blurring, generating a continuous string of sonic booms as he leaves small holes in the golem’s sole means of support. Just as Sister Sentinel tears off the right arm, the left collapses on itself, and once again the golem is prone.

“Now!” Sister Sentinel shouts, as she and Red Shift race down the length of the lobby to the far end, where the others are waiting. CB backs away, still facing the creature, just in case he needs to distract it again.

The air above the golem’s torso ripples and blurs, and then Agent Grant and Blink appear, both crouching on its chest, each holding what looks to be a miniature claymore mine. They both set their munitions on the golem’s torso—Blink’s near the waist, Grant’s near the neck—and then the air ripples again, and both are gone.

“Come on, Chief!” Grant calls. CB turns to see that he and Blink are both holding detonators in their hands.

CB runs toward them.

“Now!” Grant shouts, and he and Blink both close their hands in the same way. The room fills with yet another loud BOOOOOM, and CB turns to see the golem—or what’s left of it—lying in absolute ruin, it’s limbs destroyed, it’s torso blown apart. He can see bits of white mixed among the rubble, and realizes with a shudder that he is staring at pieces of bone.

The room is silent a moment, other than the sound of heavy breathing through gas masks, and then blue light shines from the destroyed golem, bright enough to fill half the room.

“It’s starting!” Red Shift calls out, and CB can see the dust and rock and yes, the bits of bone start to move. The torso comes together in a rough outline, and in a matter of seconds the pieces of rock fuse together as the golem begins to reform.

Still, it isn’t happening instantly. This one is going to take a little time. That was the point—to break it down enough that repairing itself would take time.

David Bernard runs forward, passing CB with his arms extended, purple-white energy swirling around them like miniature alien storms. He stops in front of the reforming golem, thrusts his hands forward, and the energy pours out of his hands into the reforming torso. The golem twitches, then goes still, seams in the torso reappearing and widening. More blue light flares, and the rocks begin to fuse together again. Bernard sets his jaw, narrows his eyes, and the purple-white light grows brighter, causing the rocks to start falling apart again.

And then the blue lights flare. Again.

Jesus, it’s still going, even with our own wizard.

“Help him!” CB gestures to the reforming rocks. “Break apart the big pieces. Make it work harder to do less!”

Red Shift is there in a blur, arms almost invisible as he starts punching holes into the golem at supersonic speeds. Sister Sentinel is only a few steps behind him, pounding at its torso with such force that she breaks off a quarter of it even as more blue light flashes and other bits reform. Some of the stone skittering across the floor toward the golem slides away from it as Brother Judgment passes his left hand across the floor in a sweeping motion. Even Agent Grant joins in, having acquired a sledgehammer from somewhere. The black-suited man starts pounding away at the arm Sister Sentinel tore off the golem, sending stone chips flying.

CB looks up at Derecho, floating just below the ceiling, overlooking the scene. She notices, and shakes her head slightly. She can’t use her lightning with everyone right on top of the target.

Derecho can’t get a shot, and Blink and I are pretty useless right now. Outstanding.

The blue light flares again, brighter this time. Once again, the torso starts repairing itself, and once again the rubble in the room is dragged toward it.

“How many times is it gonna do that?” Brother Judgment asks. He sounds tired. CB doesn’t really understand how telekinesis works, but he knows that interacting with magic makes everything more difficult.

“Depends on our wizard,” CB says.

“Hmm.” Brother Judgment’s voice is wry behind his mask. “Not sure I’m ready for a world where that’s a thing.”

CB snorts. “You and me both…”

He takes a moment to assess their progress and shakes his head. “Grant! We need more firepower. Can you spare Jack and Hu?”

Grant brings his sledgehammer down on a corner of the separated arm. A chunk of stone breaks off and almost immediately moves back into place, filling in the hole as if nothing happened. He swears and swings at the same spot. “On it.”

They redouble their efforts, but it soon becomes clear they’re only managing to just barely keep the golem’s ability to heal in check. That’s fine in theory—letting the golem burn itself out trying to rebuild itself is a workable tactic.

Unfortunately, everyone is getting tired.

Light pours through the Red Shift-shaped hole in the outer wall, and Agent Hu, already transformed into living flame, flies through. She gives the room a once-over and focuses on the golem.

“Clear out!” Hu positions herself directly over the golem. Red Shift and Sister Sentinel back away. Agent Grant teleports to the other side of the room.

The blue light flares again. Immediately the torso begins to close up, and the right arm slides across the floor, placing itself into the stump. Then Hu flares, and a stream of white-hot fire erupts from her hands, burrowing into the golem’s chest. An enormous wave of heat washes over the room; CB feels his eyebrows singe. At almost the same time, Derecho—who finally has a clear shot—summons lightning striking nearly the same location.

The torso shatters. It reminds CB of seeing a pane of glass being dropped to the floor. He vaguely remembers reading that extreme heat can make stone brittle, and wonders exactly how much heat Hu is generating.

Blue light flares up again, but it’s different this time. It flickers erratically, like a fluorescent light just before it goes out. When the last trace of blue flickers away, David Bernard sinks to his knees, shoulders slumping, and exhales heavily.

“It’s done.” The man sounds impossibly weary. “It almost didn’t work.”

Hu rises slightly into the air surveying the damage. She looks over to Derecho and nods once, who nods in return.

At that moment, Scrapper Jack leaps through the hole in the wall. He hasn’t bothered to put on a mask, which doesn’t surprise CB at all. The guy is almost as impervious to gas as Vigilante.

Jack takes in the room and frowns. “I thought there was another magic robot.”

“Too slow,” Hu says, sounding smug. “I took care of it.”

Jack looks vaguely annoyed, then glances up. “We left Zero and Street Ronin alone.”

“Hey,” Grant says. “I’m still there. It’s fine. Zero just found a building schematic. She says our objective is probably six floors down. She’s printing out a floor plan. Speak of the devil…”

Grant blurs and disappears for an instant, then reappears right in front of CB, holding a printout of a floor plan in his hands. CB takes it, studying closely.

“Right.” CB looks toward the far end of the hall. “Everyone take a minute.”

Brother Judgment’s head jerks up, and he swivels to look at the stairwell. “Don’t take a minute. Something’s coming.”

“What is it now?” Bernard climbs to his feet, swaying slightly.

“It’s…” Brother Judgment hesitates, uncertain. “They’re not meat robots. But they’re not… quite… human, either.”

CB stares at the stairwell at the end of the lobby, then at the group, still recovering from the golem. “How many?”

Brother Judgment shakes his head and shrugs. “I stopped counting at fifteen? A lot more than fifteen.”

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cuatroojos 22 May 2021 at 3:12 PM

At last! Muchas gracias. Read the whole thing, mind is thoroughly blown.

You may wish to fix the typo at paragraph 6, first line. The “f” is missing from Red Shift’s name.

cuatroojos 22 May 2021 at 3:15 PM

Oops: that’s part two, paragraph 6, line 1.

cuatroojos 22 May 2021 at 3:26 PM

Typo immune to spell check, part 6, paragraph 91, sentence 3. Did you mean, “The small one jumps to his feet” rather than “his feat”?

C. B. Wright 22 May 2021 at 3:33 PM

Oh ouch, that missing f is *terrible*. 🙂

Fixed that, and feat/feet. Thanks for finding them.

cuatroojos 22 May 2021 at 8:01 PM

Re-reading part two, section where the scene shifts to Jenny: second paragraph refers to Liberty as Toby’s grandfather, third paragraph refers to Liberty as “his great-grandfather.” In context, the intent of the second reference could have been “his grandfather” again or “her (Jenny’s) great-grandfather”.

C. B. Wright 22 May 2021 at 8:12 PM

Another good catch. Liberty is Toby’s grandfather and Jenny’s great-grandfather. I’ve cleaned that up.

minrich 23 May 2021 at 7:49 PM

Great to have you back in the harness – so to speak.
Minor typo: Part Two, Para 5: a ‘d’ is missing in: one arm hangs limply by his sie as the empty sleeve…

C. B. Wright 24 May 2021 at 1:24 AM

Thanks minrich, should be fixed now.

Bjarne D Mathiesen 24 May 2021 at 9:28 AM

eternal joy, thatit seems we are alone no longer.”
eternal joy, that it seems we are alone no longer.”

Bjarne D Mathiesen 24 May 2021 at 9:31 AM

“Well, look, your Liberty’s great-granddaughter”
“Well, look, you’re Liberty’s great-granddaughter”

C. B. Wright 24 May 2021 at 9:44 AM

Thanks Bjarne. Fixed.

That spacing issue (“thatit”) is weird because it doesn’t show up in the original manuscript.

Bjarne D Mathiesen 24 May 2021 at 9:56 AM

faint gold spark appears toRed Shift’s right.
faint gold spark appears to Red Shift’s right.

C. B. Wright 24 May 2021 at 1:31 PM

Annnnnnd… fixed. Thanks!

cuatroojos 24 May 2021 at 10:46 PM

Part two, second section (Jenny), second paragraph, last sentence, linguistic quibble: “At the moment he’s laying down” should be “At the moment he’s lying down”. It may be said that in the previous episode when David moved Toby after casting his protective spell, he laid Toby down, but now Toby is lying down. For edification and amusement, you may wish to go to, enter the word “lay” in the definition blank and hit enter, then scroll down to the “Lay vs. Lie” video and enjoy.

C. B. Wright 25 May 2021 at 11:07 AM

That’s fixed. I don’t know why I mixed those up. But viewing grammar videos on the web is _never_ enjoyable. 😉

cuatroojos 26 May 2021 at 3:15 AM

Part 9, paragraph beginning “He can see the Chairman”, last sentence: Richter is misspelled “Reichter”. Possibly Freudian slip?

cuatroojos 26 May 2021 at 5:03 AM

Part 10, first paragraph, second sentence, first word should not contain the apostrophe. (Autocorrect does that to me sometimes, substituting the contraction for the possessive pronoun. Bad autocorrect!)

cuatroojos 26 May 2021 at 5:28 AM

Part 22:
– second paragraph, first sentence speaks of “dimly lit florescent lights” but I think you meant “fluorescent” since the dictionary says “florescent” means “flourishing”.
– fourth paragraph from the end, beginning “There is a low hum”, another “it’s” that should be “its”.

C. B. Wright 26 May 2021 at 10:49 PM

OK, got these too!

minrich 29 May 2021 at 3:23 PM

I just finished reading an excellent and enthralling tale (obviously shaving your head did nothing to kerb your style – I was worried a la Samson and Delilah that you might lose your talent).
Anyhow, the following typos, misspelling(s), and possible misunderstandings, by me, of your choice of words/phrases to this left-pondian, who only lived in the US for 21 years, triggered my antenna – but the story demanded that I keep reading. This resulted in a quick copy and paste (without commentary) and then a quick insert of the Part Number (so that you have a vague clue where to look).

Part Seven: Haruspex Analytics, Jason Klein’s Suite

He wouldn’t be the first to abandon a good team in favor of a promising promotion. To become “a suit,” as Billy would to say.

Part Eight: New York City, Downtown

David grins in spite of himself. “Because it’s better ‘Doctor Weird, Warlock Supreme.’”

Part Fourteen: Haruspex Analytics

Shewatches, calm and remote, and waits.

She at Justin. Without hesitation, he bolts toward the still glowing tear.

Part Eighteen: Haruspex Analytics, Ground Floor Lobby

The torso comes together in a rough outline, and in a matter of seconds he can the pieces of rock fuse together as the golem begins to reform.

Blue light flares up again, but it’s different this time. It flickers erratically, like a fluorescent light just before it does.

Part Nineteen: Haruspex Analytics, Upper Floors

Street Ronin crouches on the landing tile, his rifle trained on the closed door

Part Twenty Two: Manhattan, Alpha Checkpoint MCV

“That’s right,” the Senator’s image says. “Remember when I said the first virus—the that didn’t kill

It’s bad, Captain. Bad in way that, historically, cuts across old boundaries. . . . .. We’re talking genetic plague, Captian.”

Part Twenty Seven: Metamorphosis

As the wind rises, so dow the sound, the thummm growing louder, and behind it a second sound.

Part Twenty Nine: Downtown Manhattan

Para 2: It can’t move beyond this spot because the buildings surrounding it are too fall.

Alishia flies closer to the golem, keying up a volley of anti-vehicle missles

Part Thirty One: Ingress

No games, Sky Commando. We have a way to take out thegolem.

Part Thirty Three: Haruspex Analytics Golem, The Labyrinth

he knocks a new hole in the side dof the building and jumps.

Part Thirty Four: Aftermath

David starts looking through the crowd. “Now we round everyone up and go back to the Nautillus.


C. B. Wright 1 June 2021 at 12:10 AM

Thanks minrich, these are all now fixed!

minrich 2 June 2021 at 9:55 PM

Back again. Just checked the amendment that you made re. Part Nineteen (which is the deja vu all over again and again) and “on the landing tile” appears at least 5 more times – thanks be to Ctrl-F.

C. B. Wright 2 June 2021 at 10:29 PM

Can you be more specific? There are multiple times I use that phrase, but the ones I see are deliberate.

minrich 3 June 2021 at 6:22 AM

Sorry, my misunderstanding, my septuagenarian vocabulary didn’t extend to ‘landing tile’ as a thing, but showed me the error of my ways – since multiple peoples being advertizing them are.

Alexander Hollins 4 June 2021 at 4:22 PM

part ten

not fighting against the other awareness, but fusing to cede what remains of his own identity.

refusing to cede?

Alexander Hollins 4 June 2021 at 4:52 PM

part seventeen

She twists his arm, and the he cries out in pain as the carbine clatters to the floor.

then he tries?

Alexander Hollins 4 June 2021 at 5:34 PM

part 24 “Where are these thingscoming from?” Jenny keeps

not sure if missing a space?

C. B. Wright 7 June 2021 at 8:27 AM

All fixed now!

Gauvain 10 June 2021 at 10:23 AM

And now to see where Regiment was during all this kerfuffle…
Thanks for coming back!

cuatroojos 11 June 2021 at 12:26 AM

Part 22, paragraph 43: “Sky Commander” should probably be “Sky Commando” unless the point is that Captain Banks (understandably) is so badly shaken he isn’t even using Sgt. Webb’s proper title. He gets it right two paragraphs later.

Part 22, paragraphs 39 and 41: not sure about this. 39 refers to “the worst of the group” as a tossup between Crossfire and Overmind. In 41, Sky Commando tells Captain Banks that Haruspex is “much worse than either of those groups could hope to be”, where “either of those groups” seems to be a reference back to Crossfire and Overmind. Am I misreading this, or is she calling Overmind a group?

cuatroojos 11 June 2021 at 12:47 AM

One of those typos that spellcheck will never catch: Part 26, paragraph 1, last sentence: “standing father back”: s/father/farther.

cuatroojos 11 June 2021 at 12:56 AM

Part 27, paragraph 15, sentence 4: the word “shifts” is missing an “f”.

C. B. Wright 11 June 2021 at 1:10 AM

Thanks for catching those. They should be fixed now!

cuatroojos 11 June 2021 at 1:20 AM

Part 29:
Paragraph 33:
– sentence 5: need a space here: durabilityconverging. “durability” is in italics in the actual text.
– next to last sentence: “it’s attention” should be “its attention”.
Paragraph 44, next to last sentence: “one a little to low” “to” needs another “o”.
Paragraph 48, last sentence: “She adjusts her position, putting as much of the base of her cable between herself and the ones closing in.” “as much” seems to want another “as” but I’m not sure exactly what you want here.

cuatroojos 11 June 2021 at 1:30 AM

Part 30:
Paragraph 11, first sentence, after the second dash: “is throws it”: s/is/it
Paragraph 31: last sentence: “keeping out of site” out of “sight”?

Christopher Kribs 12 June 2021 at 7:03 PM

Beautiful, beautiful work. Thank you so much for sharing.

Partway through Part Seventeen there appears to be some paragraph-level cleanup needed at the point where the Chairman nearly comes in to check on Artemis, but then changes his mind. Two versions of the same passage? –>

“Our guest…” Suddenly the Chairman sounds weary. He sighs. “The resources we will need to expend to keep him in check will be… prohibitive. I fear we will be forced to leave him behind.” Phyllis is surprised by the amount of regret in the Chairman’s voice. Who is he talking about?

“I should, at least, say farewell…”

Footsteps close in on the door, and when the door handle begins to turn her heart nearly stops. But it stops, then returns to its original position as the hand on the other side lets go.

“No,” the Chairman says. “We don’t have the time. It galls me to leave him behind

Ah. Yes.” The Chairman hmmms thoughtfully. “I fear we won’t be able to take him with us. The resources we’d need to expend to keep him in check are best used on other things. Come, the door is here.”

The group comes to a stop, and for a terror-filled moment Phyllis is convinced they’ve stopped in front of her door. Seconds pass, then something clicks on the other side of the hall, and the footsteps move off carpet, onto stone. The door clicks a second time as it swings shut. The hallway is silent once again.

C. B. Wright 12 June 2021 at 10:09 PM

@cuatroojos: thanks for the extra updates. They’re all fixed. Sidenote: the issue with the two words being crammed together without a space between them is an oddity because it never shows up in my original text — it’s a result of dumping the text into WordPress. So far I haven’t figured out what it is that’s making WordPress remove the spaces. I assume it isn’t random, though it looks that way to me.

@Christopher Krebs: aaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaAAAaaaaaaaaAAAAaaaaaa fixed now. 😀

Christopher Kribs 13 June 2021 at 11:59 AM

You’ve done a terrific job keeping so many different narrative strands going without getting all tangled. Bravo.

Part Twenty-Eight, paragraph 4, another sentence-level blip: “He grimaces, thrusting his right hand left arm and his side.”

C. B. Wright 13 June 2021 at 9:49 PM

That’s fixed now as well.

cuatroojos 13 June 2021 at 11:28 PM

Part 17, third-to-last paragraph, last sentence: “careless” needs to be in its adverbial form, “carelessly”.

C. B. Wright 13 June 2021 at 11:55 PM


cuatroojos 14 June 2021 at 12:25 AM

Part 6:
– Paragraph 73 begins “Int he”; “In the”?
– Paragraph 93, beginning “David doesn’t reply”: in the second sentence, “exends” looks like it wants to be “extends”.
– Paragraph 11, first sentence, “more than match”, maybe “more than a match”?

C. B. Wright 14 June 2021 at 12:50 AM

OK, those are fixed now too.

cuatroojos 14 June 2021 at 8:59 AM

Part 22, paragraph 41, last word: s/Captian/Captain

C. B. Wright 14 June 2021 at 9:27 AM

It was literally SURROUNDED by other instances of the word spelled correctly. Sigh. 🙂

Fixed now.

cuatroojos 18 June 2021 at 12:27 AM

> It was literally SURROUNDED by other instances of the word spelled correctly. Sigh.
If your fingers are anything like mine, they don’t *care* how many times you have spelled a given word correctly. And I echo your Sigh.

Mycroft W 18 June 2021 at 12:00 PM

C.B., Thanks so much for this! Amazing!

It’s been so long since 35 (and 35 made no sense to me at the time!), that I just bit the bullet and reread from the beginning, and then crashed straight through 36. Wow. Really well done – I can see where the breaks would be for 36a, b, and c if you could break from “year 3”, but boy does it work as a whole.

I actually thought it would be the complete wrapup, since it took that long to “pull in all the loose ends and stories”. But no – it’s just the cliffhanger to Year 4, “on the clock” as it were. Can’t complain about that!

Since I did do a compleat runthrough (spelling intended), I then did it again, trying to pay attention to blips and continuity issues. I have a bunch of notes (some on 36 might already be noted here), plus a Liberty Family Tree – what’s the best way to get them to you, should you want them? I could post it here or the forums, but it is the size of one of your smaller chapters; plus some of the questions are “I could very easily be wrong here, having not understood context”, so, not sure you want those ideas that public.

Note: the email registered with my account is live and commonly read, if you don’t want to put anything out in the open yourself!

Also note: there were threads running through the story that I only saw on the “editing runthrough” – and I’ve read (what was, at the time) the whole story, I think 5 times now. Love the world and character-building that has clearly always been there, but I haven’t noticed happening in serial form.

C. B. Wright 18 June 2021 at 12:24 PM

I would love to see those notes! You can send them to


– at –


– dot –


Mycroft W 19 June 2021 at 10:45 PM

sent (in case I sent it to the wrong address). Wow, again!

stillwaters 30 July 2021 at 2:18 PM

Wow what a trip!

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