Flash – Laying Easter Eggs Part 3: Crocabillies

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“Anything new about the monkeys?” BigMouth asked.

BoneTeeth snapped his snout in annoyance. “They are primates. And not since last shift. The Joint Monitors report they have begun to build shelters.”

“But that was ninety-five years ago. It is about time for them to wake up again and check. And since they don’t let me have permission for the graviton unless it is an emergency, I was hoping you might have had something with the shift-start download.”

“I don’t. And it takes much longer than a hundred years to go from reed shelters to space flight.”

“Just didn’t want to go to sleep in murky waters,” the junior worker griped.

Pacing the room, his long leathered tail whipping back and forth behind him, BoneTeeth checked each of the stations BigMouth and his two subservant plovers had been manning for the last shift. The oxygen levels continued to creep up in the lower portions of the atmosphere. The magnetic poles had switched again about three years ago. They would need to get that stabilized before transferring any migratory creatures from the monkey-world, ugh, BigMouth had him doing it, the Potential-14 world. The water algae seemed to match the Potential world of about two thousand eight hundred million years ago. It was nearly time to start thinking about land fungi. He would need to bounce that off of the Planners.

The Birds had done what they could, finding all the Potential worlds on their own while waiting for the Crocabillies and the Scorps to jump offworld and settle the first of the Shells the Tortoises left specifically for them so very long ago. But the Birds just were not lizard-brained enough to ruthlessly push the agendas in the Notes to make the worlds livable for Potential species. They tried to make the modified planetoids viable, those rocks that survived the long time since the Tortoises extinction and stabilized into something that could be turned into Shells, but the Birds flitted around with their short lives and need to explore and just couldn’t concentrate on making the Shells work as habitable planets.

Seventeen Potentials: three lost when their homeworlds ecologies failed from solar flares or asteroids; one, the greedy Competitors extinguished before they drained the galaxy swamp of all Potentials, may the Tortoises swim swiftly for their sacrifice; four sentients now spaceworthy together in a community, maybe, and waiting on nine others to see beyond their atmosphere. All one big happy family if the Tortoise Ghosts had anything to say about it, which anyone who swam the river knew would never work. Something always flooded.

The gas planet Whales likely were not going to make it. They reached shelter building before even the Crocabillies according to the Bird records but had not progressed any further in sixty thousand years.

Bone eyed the plovers. Some years he wished his species hadn’t forced-evolved their mutuals into a slave-race. Aside from how the Birds reacted to seeing the fake-sentient species looking so much like their weakest gender, bred to bond and serve one of the Crocabillies for life, he sometimes fell into questioning the ethics of bonding without the possibility of consent as though he was from the Intelligent-is-Choice tide. A very uncomfortable feeling for someone as old and river-bound as him. Other times he wondered if they could use the biological technology to uplift the Potentials quicker, the Spiders notwithstanding. They can stay down there on their homeworld forever.

On the third hand, if he had three hands which he didn’t, he wondered if the Joint Species were even going to make it now that the Threads have managed to lift into space just three shifts ago. The Tortoises thought that planet would evolve toward intelligent trees, not realizing it was the fungal root system developing the intelligence. At least they were triple-star, large red as the primary, limited. How does one even talk to a non-animal? Something to do research on during the boring parts of the shift to see what had been happening while he napped.

In the meantime, he bundled BigMouth off to his hibernation period. After killing and eating Big’s plovers, Bone asked the computer to activate a pair of plovers with genetic dispositions suitable for his personality and needs and settled into his decade-long shift.

(words 715; first published 3/22/2026)

Laying Easter Eggs Series

  1. The Tortoises (3/8/2026)
  2. The Dinobirds (3/15/2026)
  3. Crocabillies (3/22/2026)
  4. Monkeys Start Hunting for Eggs (3/29/2026)

Geeking Science: Visual Snow vs. Visual Snow Syndrome


By Francesca Puledda, Christoph Schankin, and Peter J. Goadsby – https://www.neurology.org/doi/10.1212/wnl.0000000000008909, CC BY 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=162966149

 

Visual snow is an interesting phenomenon. It can be black and white dots over a field of vision (visual static). It could be excess floaters. It could be color flashes. When some people close their eyes, they only see dark; I see a light show. Sometimes it leaks over into my normal vision. If I am excessively tired, especially after too much screen time, the black and white dots come out to play. When I wore contacts, floaters were constant and even know if I go looking for them, two or three are always hanging around. The color flashes are migraine related, so, thankfully don’t show up often for me. If it is extremely dark, I really get the black-and-white grid strongly as my eyes try to see something no matter how dark it is.

Doctors believe the underling mechanism to visual snow is excessive excitability of neurons related to vision. If so, my neurons light up like a disco ball. On the plus side, my experience with visual snow doesn’t negatively impact my life. It is also highly related the the thinness of my cornea because of extreme nearsightedness my entire life (thanks, Grandma for those genes).

Imagine my surprise to discover most people see dark when they close their eyes. I really thought everyone got after-images and flashes and floaters at least when the eyes closed.

As with everything, there is a spectrum. At the other end from the closed eyes actually showing black is Visual Snow Syndrome – when the light snow never ends even when the eyes are opened. At present, there is no cure, though the medical community, having recently named the VS Syndrome in 2025, are looking into ways to relieve those people experiencing phenomenon to the point it negatively impacts their lives. They can’t see to drive in some cases…or read…or embroider (horrors!).

The Syndrome is defined as Visual Snow (or similar symptoms like floaters) that persists for more than three months and has no other known cause (like excessive thinning of the cornea because of nearsightedness, lack of sleep, or migraines). For some people, anxiety has created the issue and with decreasing the stress, fixes the issue. Overall it is tinnitus for the eyes. Instead of the ear hearing sounds not there, the eye sees things not there. And, just like tinnitus, it can vary between annoying and overwhelming.

Closing recommendation: Anytime you experience sudden changes of vision, get it looked into immediately. Sometimes they can do nothing; sometimes they can repair a retinal tear can save your vision. Do no delay if floaters suddenly increase, you get the Visual Snow where you never had it before, or blind spots. Some things you can rub dirt in them and walk them off; do not do this with your eyes.

 

Bibliography

Cleveland Clinic. “Visual Snow Syndrome.” 13 November 2022. https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/diseases/24444-visual-snow-syndrome – last viewed 2/10/2026.

Medical Centric Podcast. “Visual Snow Syndrome: Everything You Need to Know.” 2022. YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E8HrgFdh9Lc – last viewed 2/10/2026.

Visual Snow Foundation, The. (website) https://visualsnowsyndrome.com/ – last viewed 2/10/2026.

Wikipedia. “Visual Snow Syndrome.” Undated. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Visual_snow_syndrome – last viewed 2/10/2026.

Book Review (SERIES): The MidSolar Murders

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The Midsolar Mysteries series by Mur Lafferty

Book 1: Station Eternity
Book 2: Chaos Terminal
Book 3: Infinite Archive

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BOOK BLURB ON AMAZON for STATION ETERNITY

Amateur detective Mallory Viridian’s talent for solving murders ruined her life on Earth and drove her to live on an alien space station, but her problems still follow her in this witty, self-aware novel that puts a speculative spin on murder mysteries, from the Hugo-nominated author of Six Wakes.

From idyllic small towns to claustrophobic urban landscapes, Mallory Viridian is constantly embroiled in murder cases that only she has the insight to solve. But outside of a classic mystery novel, being surrounded by death doesn’t make you a charming amateur detective, it makes you a suspect and a social pariah. So when Mallory gets the opportunity to take refuge on a sentient space station, she thinks she has the solution. Surely the murders will stop if her only company is alien beings. At first her new existence is peacefully quiet…and markedly devoid of homicide.

But when the station agrees to allow additional human guests, Mallory knows the break from her peculiar reality is over. After the first Earth shuttle arrives, and aliens and humans alike begin to die, the station is thrown into peril. Stuck smack-dab in the middle of an extraterrestrial whodunit, and wondering how in the world this keeps happening to her anyway, Mallory has to solve the crime—and fast—or the list of victims could grow to include everyone on board….

MY REVIEW for STATION ETERNITY

If Murder She Wrote’s Jessica Fletcher was Meta aware of the murders occurring around her were Unusual while being a 20-something woman and having the option to flee humanity to prevent being a murder magnet, we get the Midsolar Murders.

Aliens which are aliens. Humans worthy of a kind-of closed room Murder Mystery (when on a space station, no one can step outside easily). A sentient space station Going-Through-Things-At-The-Moment. And a protagonist aware she makes murders happen.

The threads of the mystery are so complicated that halfway through I lost everything. It felt like the plot completely evaporated into chaos and I nearly gave up on the book. I skipped to read the Epilogue before going to sleep (some of the issue of tracking everything could be the 3am hour), but that didn’t really answer anything other than give me some idea of who all makes it through the craziness.

I came back to the read after a couple days, since I bought both books one and two together (I loved previous books by the author; Mur Lafferty is an amazing writer and I was willing to take the financial risk on the series) and, dang it, I was going to read both of them even if Station Eternity was a failure! Then the impossible happens – the tangled knot of everything – like three kittens playing with a yarn project – smoothed out. Does everything get neatly tied off – well, no, there is more to this series – but the mystery gets an ending, all the characters get development (and I mean ALL of them), the world shifts and the foundation worldbuilding proves solid.

Wow.

I did mention Mur Lafferty is an amazing writer, right?

 

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BOOK BLURB ON AMAZON for CHAOS TERMINAL

Mallory Viridian would rather not be an amateur detective, and fled to outer space to avoid it…but when one of the new human arrivals on a space shuttle is murdered, she’s back in the game.

Mallory Viridian would rather not be an amateur detective, thank you very much. But no matter what she does, people persist in dying around her—and only she seems to be able to solve the crime. After fleeing to an alien space station in hopes that the lack of humans would stop the murders, a serial killer had the nerve to follow her to Station Eternity. (Mallory deduced who the true culprit was that time, too.)

Now the law enforcement agent who hounded Mallory on Earth has come to Station Eternity, along with her teenage crush and his sister, Mallory’s best friend from high school. Mallory doesn’t believe in coincidences, and so she’s not at all surprised when someone in the latest shuttle from Earth is murdered. It’s the story of her life, after all.

Only this time she has more than a killer to deal with. Between her fugitive friends, a new threat arising from the Sundry hivemind, and the alarmingly peculiar behavior of the sentient space station they all call home, even Mallory’s deductive abilities are strained. If she can’t find out what’s going on (and fast), a disaster of intergalactic proportions may occur.…

MY REVIEW for CHAOS TERMINAL

I don’t know about this one, if it was me or the book that wasn’t engaging properly but I didn’t fall into this book. Maybe it was the murder victim was so unlikeable the general response by everyone was “well, better off dead.” It’s hard to root for a murder to be solved when the question isn’t “who did it” but “why wasn’t it done sooner?” I’ve had run into that sort of victim before, it helps the mystery when everyone has a reason to want the person dead, but this time, for me at least, figuring out the murder was second to everything else in the story. And there is a lot of other things happening!

The Midsolar Murders has another locked room mystery in that on a space station, there is no where to run. The aliens are very alien. The politics has humans still fumbling through first contact add complications. And talk about complications, our heroine’s first love shows up on the station with her only best friend to survive Mallory being a murder magnet.

Mallory is still linked to her wasp-bugs hivemind, so trying to link up with a potential boyfriend is problematic. Added to the fact Mrs. Brown has left the sentient station under Mallory’s care while she goes learn what it means to be the shepherd for an intelligent machine. (BTW Mallory is horrible as a babysitter.) And a new bunch of humans including a new ambassador to replace Adrian. Well, of course her murder magnet will activate.

Lots of things happening in this science fiction story. Which made the murder mystery suffer a breath (hard to breathe in the vacuum of space – or scream, just ask Tina). Good heading towards great but swerved before hitting it.

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BOOK BLURB ON AMAZON for INFINITE ARCHIVE

Amateur sleuth Mallory Viridian has just about got her bearings aboard the space station she calls home, but now the physical embodiment of the Internet is on its way, and it’s bringing murder with it.

Mallory Viridian has had a quiet few months. Even with the increased influx of humans visiting Station Eternity, she hasn’t seen so much as a bar brawl. Used to people dying left and right around her, the lack of murders to solve has left her unexpectedly . . . bored.

But humanity’s favorite way to waste time is on its way to her sector of the galaxy. A giant, one-of-a-kind data ship called Metis is bringing the entire Internet from Earth—as well as a mystery fan convention. On top of that, Mallory’s literary agent is aboard, and he tells Mallory that she’s the keynote speaker.

It’s almost a relief when a killer decides to strike at the convention. When Mallory finds her agent dead, she knows she has to work fast to find the murderer. With a strange new alien with unknown motives, a ship with impossible abilities, a lonely living, comprehensive Internet, and a deadly crime to solve, Mallory has her work cut out for her . . . .

MY REVIEW for INFINITE ARCHIVE

This book feels more like fan service than a science fiction murder mystery. I mean the whole series has had a little “wink, wink” to it with Mallory being a self-aware murder-magnet, but this takes it a step further, making the Easter eggs be more powerful than the actual plot. That line is thin and hard to spot, but I think we landed on the wrong side of it for making this book the BEST it could have been. It still is pretty darn good.

The in-book reading of another book – the detective noir sci-fi story starring plants as the main characters – both adds and distracts. (and this is like the third time in the last two years I’ve read books with this device) Part of the time my brain was comparing the Murder Mystery Convention on the space ship with the Murder Mystery Convention on a train in the “Everybody on This Train is a Suspect” by Benjamin Stevenson. Also comparing the con to attending conventions now even though this is taking place about twenty years in the future. Then the ship, Metis, is not only a convention but also a physical representation of the internet down to the cat room/videos.

Meanwhile, we continue to have the politics of the aliens, the politics of Earth, human interactions, the addition of the baby Mobius from the last book  and all that entails (remember how in book 2 I said Mallory is an awful babysitter???), and, you know, the actual plot.

A lot is packed in between the pages. Of the three Midsolar Murders, book one was the best. If I didn’t have books one and two for comparison, I would have enjoyed book 3 as a farce – but I wanted more. Oh, and I read the book in one sitting – going to bed at 6:30 am because “one more chapter” syndrome is strong in this book. I wanted more, I wanted the book to be better, and I still couldn’t put it down.

Flash – Laying Easter Eggs Part 2: The Dinobirds

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“Oh, that is a beaute of a rock.” FishDiver shared with his scouting wingmate as SoaringHigh cleansed the gel from her feathers.

Febirds and wifbirds took longer than werebirds to crawl out of the deep cold; he had been functional for nearly six hours. Mesbirds, the fourth gender of their species, couldn’t handle cryogenics at all and were limited to their homeworld of Air and two of the nearby colony worlds the Tortoises had prepared for them in hopes of their Potential nearly a hundred thousand years ago. At least that had been the case when they left their colony four hundred years ago. Who knows what the tech was like now.

Of the twelve in cryogenics, it was their turn to wake upon reaching a system and they had struck a warm updraft. Flipping through the screens with claw and wing tips, FishDiver said, “Definitely a Tortoise Shell world. Running possibilities now to see where the Potentials are likely to be.”

“Don’t mess with me.” SoaringHigh slipped into the roosting bar next to FishDiver, their ninth shift together while the FarFlyer made its long search. “A real Tortoise Shell world?”

“It is still clearing out its orbit. Look at all the comet trails through the system directing material impacts on the planet, the only one completely in the liquid water zone. No way those flight paths are natural.”

“Don’t make assumptions. We don’t want to look like we jumped off a cliff.”

“Stop being a scientist for once and believe your eyes and the breeze.” He bobbed his head at the displays. “Tell me that doesn’t look just like the systems for Cloud and Wind.”

Tears slid down SoaringHigh’s beak as she watched the dance of rocks their computer faithfully recorded as they slept the three years traveling, slowing down from interstellar speed at the edges of the system’s Oorts cloud to a reasonable speed in the crowded the inner system. “Potential species fourteen,” she chirped. “The last of them. Only two of the seventeen Potentials failed.”

“Now who is making assumptions. We don’t know where the actual Potentials are yet. Yellow or orange star, maybe a very young red. Solitary.” FishDiver added the specific distance within the liquid water zone the modified rock tumbled through. A highly carbon-dioxide atmosphere and acidic water flowed over the rocky surface, not livable yet, and not livable at all for their species nested under a binary white star, but the potential was there for the right Potential. He set the navigation system searching the stellar roosting branch. “Look around and see if the Tortoises left a Note. I’ll get some grubs going.” He had been ignoring his crop for the last three hours waiting for Soaring to become functional enough for social eating, but it was time to fill it so he could really concentrate on what the computer was feeding them.

Twenty minutes later, because whoever had closed up after the last failed flight hadn’t cleaned up their mess in the mess hall, he returned with two small lidded bowls of artificially wiggling worm proteins. He had downed one by himself while putting everything back into place, cryo-processing vacated the system before cold storage leaving him empty from beak to tail.

“Thank you.” Soaring said, accepting her food and setting within the stowage space in case of loss of gravity. Somehow she never needed food immediately upon coming awake. You think as a febird nearly half again his weight, she would need food even more. “Found the Note. Primates are the Potentials; the navigation search you set up came back with the same data the translator did for the star location mentioned in the Note. About 10.5 lightyears away. Normally that is the furthest out the Tortoises go for their six gifts of Shells, but this escarpment has nothing nearby. The rest of the gifts, if they exist, are even further scattered.”

“And nearly twenty years to get up to speed, cross the distance, and check to see if the Potentials have survived.” Fish stabbed at his food in anger. “We are going to need to wake the others. How far is Air?”

“The homeworld is a hundred fifteen light-years toward galaxy center; the graviton will have a message there in fifteen days by relay. If technology hasn’t been upgraded or degraded, more ships can be here in about a hundred fifty years to start the next stage of preparing the Shell. All the instructions of what to do next after the cooldown are in the Note like normal.”

“A shame the first sentients to emerge after the Tortoises were the Competitors.”

“Those shelled creatures were not ready for those ravenous beasts.” Soaring shook her feathers down. “To wait over eighty thousand years, through nineteen different dynasties, for someone else to talk with and get the Competitors. To have to extinguish the only other intelligent species you met after working so long to help everyone to come after you.”

“To the Tortoises. Long may they fly.” Fish lifted his cup into the air.

Soaring removed her bowl from stowage and did likewise. “Or crawl if they prefer.”

(words 856; first published 3/15/2026)

Laying Easter Eggs Series

  1. The Tortoises (3/8/2026)
  2. The Dinobirds (3/15/2026)
  3. Crocabillies (3/22/2026)
  4. Monkeys Start Hunting for Eggs (3/29/2026)