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So, this whole getting my paranormal investigator's license and reactivating my interest in cryptozoology and a recent reference to Greek mythology all sort of melded in my dreams with decades of philosophical debates last night to create, full-blown, an alternate reality ancient world, where Atlantis is a stranded space ship powered by a sentient organic computer and crewed by humanoid beings. The ship uses what it can to repair itself so it can become spaceborn again. To fuel itself, it needs raw generative power, the kind of power that comes from giving birth and especially of giving birth to new species, so the crew offer themselves to the ship computer to use as incubators of new species - the lamia, the cenocephalus, the hippopods, the ichthyotaurs and centaurs and angels and more. The power of their birth - stillborn or live - feeds the ship, and the skills of the humanoid crew crafts the technological devices that will reloft the ship into space. But first, they have to educate the creatures living on earth to bring to them the raw materials, the ores and minerals they need, and so a lively trade is set up between Atlantis and the earth beings.
And here, more than 3/4 of the way into the repairs, the story begins when the first and last minotaur is born. Here begins the legend of the minotaur 's labrinth and the end of Atlantis as earth knew it.
I dreamed the reason for the minotaur's birth, and the three siblings that shield and aid him, and the decision he has to make that leads him into the labyrinth and to his death.
I love this poor, doomed minotaur, and I think, once I tell his story, you will, too.
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