Where's Peter? What Has Peter Been Up To?

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Yeah I really was wondering, since I love his work :)

-- PoluxFlux (cmtv12_loco@yahoo.com), January 25, 2004


I remember Peter telling us he was moving into a new home he bought in L.A. maybe it was last summer. I immediately imagined he had a room in his new house complete with a theatre, showings of his work and others, fascinating types roving about hither and thither. The world of Peter Chung, ahhh.

I only hope you are right, and we are all about to be delighted by some incredible animation, illustrating some mysterious, drifting world coming into focus on the flat surface of some few thousand oddly handpainted cels.

MM you should charge for that novel! We are hungry for it and you have it there right under your ballpoint!

-- Barb e. (Suesuesbeo9@cs.com), January 26, 2004.

Chaos Knight hasn't been here in ages, I'm not even sure he still comes here. He seems to have sold this forum to Starscream, who also never seems to drop by, or only rarely. I find that in itself perplexing. I'd love an explanation, because originally it was supposed to have been a temporary arrangement.

I'd vote for a new thread, (and I'm the one who thought you should charge for this, but that was before I got hooked). Now I need the fix. Dealers however always give the first taste free.

I've been reading this summary of yours over and over again and it has a lot of social implications which are pretty interesting to me.

I however suspect the key is 'which do you see yourself as, a Crustee or a Molopolian'? (forgive the liberty the phrase, don't know what else to call them, until you name it.

Pretty darn intersting a debate in itself. The story is really mesmerizing.

-- Barb e. (Suesuesbeo9@cs.com), January 27, 2004.

Peter, you're no slouch! I always imagine you in a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up, and bent over a drawing board. Can't wait to see it. Universal Studio's guys! NICE!

-- Barb e. (Suesuesbeo9@cs.com), February 28, 2004.

Probably that feature-length film he always talks about.

-- Adam Tierney (adamctierney@hotmail.com), January 25, 2004.

You know what though, Chung hates to talk any shit before he's ready slam your fkn' ass with some serious, world-domination action. He's also given to shrewd understatement (not my shtick at all). He's working on it, though. I guarantee you that. You know the motherfkr is drastic, so don't even worry about it.

Besides - all you motherfkrs, okay - you're ALL in on it now, just so you know that. Co-conspirators with a grudge fuck hard on. We hang out here but since most of us aren't about trash and gossip, and the fact we all been here for fkn' years batting ideas back and forth - you all own word on us. You realize that now, of course - but YEAH so do we!

Like I say - fans and dilettanti don't even want to be the fuck around here, you know about that. It aint yer peanut galley thing going around here so stick around.

As for me, I'm about to barge right in here soon and post installments of my totally fucked up first novel and would be much obliged should anybody care to FUCK with me, how you like THEM petunias . . . . ..

Let me know.


-- dangerboy video (artianist@hotmail.com), January 26, 2004.

Don't tease with mentions of a movie! I'm dying from lack of chung here! don't make me crush up my Aeon tapes and snort them to get my fix.

... so a crazy novel sounds just about right to keep my blood sugar high.


-- skye (skyknyt@aol.com), January 26, 2004.

Ooh, fucking with Mark o_O

-- Sam (janecherrington@paradise.net.nz), January 26, 2004.

Ooh, Skye high O_o

-- Sam (janecherrington@paradise.net.nz), January 26, 2004.

Heya Sam... err.. Ham! Sam ham!


-- skye (skyknyt@aol.com), January 26, 2004.


Topside: CASAMOSCA (or, “House Of The Flies”)

For purposes of this story Casamosca is the massive, burgeoning skyline sprawling relentlessly across the face of what is still known officially as Former County of Old Los Angeles (PAC-NO/AM). While in fact Casamosca is a global prison franchise, a public corporation (only one of its kind left), whose “standard package” is replicated in each former urban or “inner-city” domain or territory that has come under its contract with The Crust. That is, every former metropolitan city in the former Uniter States. Casamosca now owns and manages them all as well as having to coordinate all operations and functions per “Standard Service Operations Codes and Protocols” which is supposed to support itself across the face of the entire American continent, and anticipate and mitigate any interterritorial (say, Precinct Chicago vs. Precinct Milwaukee vs. Precinct Michigan) and other discrepancies or disagreements as may emerge by way of Colors Of Authority Summary Arbitrations pursuant to Casamosca Contract Protocols.

The big three “Arms” of “Pee-Wee” paramilitiat comprise the majority of the Casamosca police-gang superstate, catagorized under three primary Colors Of Authority (of Mauve; Fuchsia; and Teal). The minority remainder, older in average years (but not by a whole too much) are the intrepid ranks of the HARDCorps. The Ultra-SWATS, whose qualitatively superior rank or appointment is always in official recognition of their reputation for an elite of personnel whose criminal resumes are necessarily of outstanding criminal liability or repute. They’re the ones who get “Respect” from everybody else, including the Crust Control Commissioners who, from DISC Control out in Langley, VA, supervise and coordinate all and sundry Affairs from there. DISC operates in a hermetic remove from any remote abstraction of accountability like the kind the National Security Agency or Command Control SAC/NORAD once enjoyed - the latter facility (or any other of the kind) now under DISC Command Special Executive Aegis.

A terrifically low life-expectancy is reflected in the Casamoscan populations’ average age in years and is, to most appearances, clustered in the vicinity of post/adolescent mid-’teens - again, excepting the HARDCorps Elite whose own average however only hovers at about mid-twenties.

All architecture, all infrastructure have been reapportioned/ reappropriated for the purposes of postmunicipal paramilitiat “Service Stations.”

The purpose of the tripartite division of the entire Casamoscan population (Molopolis is never officially recognized) is to keep them perpetually at-war with one another, forever preoccupied at one-another’s throats; that never they should, collectively, for one moment’s common distraction from their intramural, “Mexican Standoff” turn as one upon “the hand that bleeds” them all: the Overclass or The Crust.

Darkside: MOLOPOLIS - Mutant Nation Underworld

Darkside: MOLOPOLIS - Mutant Nation Underworld

And, brooding and lurking to unfathomable leagues beneath all of it, the realms of fabulous Molopolis.

Dread Molopolis - nowhere officially recognized or acknowledged. Derided for a fable of urban folklore by Crustee authorities; a hunted and altogether despised “species” of embarrassment to the Casamoscan apparat, its burgeoning underground populations of “Moloid,” (mostly) “malgenic” denizens remain altogether an unknown quantity. For on no authority in the world may it be acknowledged the very existence of this vast and sprawling nether zone. This vaulted abyss - populated by the descendant tribes of L.A. City homeless, now become hordes and minions infesting and multiplying among the power, utilities, sewerage (and now-defunct public transportation) distribution grids leagues descendant from the surface of Casamoscan topside. Their tribes and nations to prodigious and unknown portion constituent of a NEW, MUTANT SPECIES - of the SUPERSAPIEN - attenuated to survive a world environment suffused through every critical toxicity threshold of post-industrial toxic waste, herein brooding unnumbered and overwhelming. Identifiable as such by either the gaping, abysmal hyperdilation of their pupils and /or their bizarre, trilateral gendering!

MUTANT EVOLUTION OVERDRIVE: “MOLOIDS” Industrial overkill precipitates ecological havoc, sudden and total, overnight as if by way of some threshold chain-reaction.

Centuries of supertoxin/industrial waste-overkill has at last achieved an unanticipated critical saturation threshold of world environmental load for industrial toxic waste. Precipitated an overnight environmental catastrophe. Toxic-shock chain-reaction has ricocheted throughout all global ecology. Species transform, suddenly and wantonly, in incomprehensible spurts, as it were, that to any casual observer appear to be only altogether a worldwide pandemic of freak deformity, and nothing more. But only the strange shall survive - for what’s really happening here is in fact of moment far more profound in its scope; Nature is by no means just throwing in the towel, here. Far from it!

Rampant mutation throughout all species has exploded in an evolutionary shockwave, pandemic and unprecedented in the history of mankind...

If the mutation tendency among the homo sapiens suddenly were to explode, would the race be doomed? Would our species survive the shock? Even if we did, we'd only become redundant. (Like the apes in the wake of the advent of "Man.") Would we allow it to happen? Would we not take steps against this sudden, spontaneous novel upstart development? No matter how brutal or extreme such steps might have to be? Could we afford to trust it?

Could we afford not to?

Moloids; “MALGENICS” The term, “MALGENIC”, is a chauvenism and misnomer for anyone or any living thing that is among a sudden evolutionary exposion in the natural world of freak congenitality or somatic condition which has “unaccountably” and alarmingly mushroomed throughout every living species of life n the planet that has any hope for survival down the road. This, presumably, due to toxic waste proliferation and biologic exposure thereto.

All “Mole People” or “Moloids” (people who live under the streets of the major cities) are not “malgenic”, only the vast majority - due, of course, to their inordinate exposure over generations to toxic industrial waste. But (with fewer exceptions) all “malgenics” are “Moloid.”

You don’t know where they live; but they know where you live: They Are The Strange.

They Will Survive...

Upside: THE CRUST: OUR FATAL FRONTIER Last Outpost of Overclass/Dominant Culture, or- Logical Conclusion For Sociocapital

THE CRUST - all you have left after factoring for all the big issues (as against for all the apparent big priorities) now awaiting their impending curtain-call to get the fuck off the world stage already. Like Western Civilization’s just a real shitload of big dicovery all reddi ta happin fer yer, phenomenon-of-Man, thing!

However, some Crustee’s of an adventurous and delinquent persuasion will venture to take the dangerous road - quite literally - jamming away down the old, retired U.S. highways and into the cities for purposes of inhuman, sadistic sport. called, “‘Can-Hunting” (as in, “Mexican”or “African-American”), the bizarre pastime basically amounts to hunting Casamoscans as human game.

The Crust comprises all the”safe-neighborhood” and “NIMBY” (Not In My Back Yard) areas, suburbs, backwaters, etc., outlying beyond the major cities such as Od Los Angeles (the latter, of course, the first post-American “Casamosca”). All freeways and interstates have been decommissioned to prevent any fear of Crust exposure to Casamoscan (inner cities) terror.

But once the poor can finally get going already I mean OUTTA HEER PEEPUL with yer fuckin’ McDonald’s baaaaaag DROP DEAD with yer AIDS n’ poverty yer single-parent families drugs YER NO JOBS, yuh figgerd id oud yed we don‘ NEEED NO filthy working poor! Gawddawl duh rope yuh need no PWOBLUM. Bet yur sweed liddl bippy an’ de embvirnmant thing, well, look. Hay yuh know PAL IDZ OUR FUCKING SHITHOLE OKAAAAY! Now az I wuz ah saying uh whad we rilly all were thinkin n’ thuh FEWTCHER yah yew betcha!

Our would-be heirs to the legacy of Global Man - miniscule in population; racially-lopsided and otherwise woefully underrepresented are already among the last of their kind. Their total population is too small. They will not even altogether comprise a composite human gene pool capable of any long-term evolutionary viability. There’s just not enough genetic variegation represented in their meager, hyperattenuated shred of a genome to escape minimum threshold of terminal inbreeding. It might take millenia; or it may not. Unless you were to include Casamosca, but there’s the whole problem. As Dr. Sal (former Surgeon General), Crustee mogul, knows; as Moloid (but, we don’t know till later, human) Television Man knows - Su Casamosca (“House Of The Flies”) is, well, is a done deal.


-- MARK MARS (artianist@hotmail.com), January 27, 2004.

Holy Shit Dude, you Spent More Time Writing that Summary than I did writing An Entire Novelette (w/ eggs on the Side).

So eehhm, when do we get to see it?

-- Ashly Kehl (stefburk@metrocast.net), January 27, 2004.

That's an amazing summary.


-- skye (skyknyt@aol.com), January 27, 2004.

Yeah, it is! Vibrant and captivating.

Evoloution is such an interesting thing to tackle.

-- Sam (janecherrington@paradise.net.nz), January 27, 2004.

I'll do it to it if ChaosKnight won't mind my opening a New Thread - I'm stepping all over what Chung's supposed to be doing new these days with this, already and, as such am already drawing the original question elsewhere - unless of course PKC should mean to contradict me in regards to KNULBOY which, certainly, would be a delightful prospect.

So I'll wait a few and we'll see what we would like to do about any of it. I am certain, as I have already indicated, that after all Peter has his own current project(s) in the process so (ahem) I'm really just being a rude assed bitch, here, just to be mean and wicked.

So I'll STFO right here (thanx, Peter - you know how I am sometimes.


-- MM (artianist@hotmail.com), January 27, 2004.

I'm definitely a crustee moloid wannabe!


-- skye (skyknyt@aol.com), January 28, 2004.


-- Peter Chung (pkchung@sbcglobal.net), February 28, 2004.

This is related to Pitch Black?

-- your hair is good to eat (stefburk@metrocast.net), February 28, 2004.

I am confused... I must know more about this new Peter project! Arrr....

-- Max W. (antiflarm@hotmail.com), February 29, 2004.

I can just see Peter now. '*grumblegrumble* what does Mark want from me now... *grumblegrumble*... enough trouble getting Vin to say his damn lines...'

Congrats man!

-- Inu (paul@nadisrec.com), February 29, 2004.

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