The Peacock Planet

An intergalactic, interreality webcomic. Click to read from the beginning! Peacock Planet is a psychic written stream of consciousness style story by @felixdawriter. It is updated as it is produced, vaccilating between several times a week and once a month.

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Dos y Dos - Page 40

Guys, I think this comic might be about drugs.

Yeah so I guess this page is a big reveal! And so are the next few! Oh boy!

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Dos y Dos - Page 39

The founding Director of the FBI psychically compels you to hear him out. Do you A) willingly listen to his compulsion or B) try to fight it and do what he says anyway because he's like sixty years older than you and he invented psychic law enforcement? This is a pop quiz so your answer matters.

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Dos y Dos - Page 38

Dos y Dos is now in C O L O R !

If you'd like to color this page yourself, the lineart for pages 37 and 38 are available together as a post for sale on Patreon, and are also available to anyone who subscribes at the Comics tier! Thanks for supporting my art!

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Dos y Dos - Page 37

I hope you're enjoying the new color pages!

If you like the story please support me on ko-fi or Patreon!

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Dos y Dos - Page 36

That's right folks, it's in color now! Glorious, glorious color! We may still have some black and white pages here and there for bonus comics but the goal is for the main storyline pages to be in color from now on.

If you like the story please support me on ko-fi or Patreon!

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Dos y Dos - Page 35

Fun history lesson - in our reality, J. Edgar Hoover died May 2nd, 1972, at 77 years of age. In Dos y Dos he's still alive in 1976, still running the F.B.I., and still just as bigoted as ever!

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Dos y Dos - Page 34

[felixdawriter]

Anachronaut: Target of Opportunity Part 1

Anachronaut: Target of Opportunity is an espionage and time travel thriller featuring Manuel and Miguel Lopez, psychic twins working for the US government. In Part 1, Manuel finds himself in an electrifying predicament, caught by the enemy while out on a routine training mission. Can Miguel find him before it's too late?

Get all of Part 1 here!

Part 1 is $3. It includes chapters 1-5 and comprises a complete story arc in a larger multi-part novel that is currently in progress. If you want to try out the story at first you can also read Chapter 1 for free!

If you want to read the webcomic with Manuel and Miguel's backstory, it's at @dosydoscomic!

Thanks for supporting my work and reading stories about my blorbos! 🧙

[peacockplanet]

Hey everyone, it's more adventures of Chrono Zeta!

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ANACHRONAUT: Target of Opportunity | Chapter 1

Anachronaut: Target of Opportunity is an espionage and time travel thriller featuring Manuel and Miguel Lopez, psychic twins working for the US government. In chapter 1, Manuel finds himself in an electrifying predicament, caught by the enemy while out on a routine training mission. Can Miguel find him before it's too late?

This first chapter is free! You can go download the whole PDF on Ko-fi right now, and nothing is stopping you!

(Each subsequent chapter costs a dollar. Eventually I will release it as an all-in-one story.)

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Hey all, this is a story by @felixdawriter who co-runs this blog! It would be really great if you read it because I am very excited about it! Also this is how I'm feeding my family now so patronage is appreciated!

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The Chrono Zeta twins are in an online novel I'm writing!

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Intermission Page 8

New Case Log Entry: Epsilon (Unclassed) Case Manager: Lance Corporal Zeta (Carina 2.0)

Observations:

Patient has stabilized since receiving basic psychic medical intervention. Does not demonstrate much understanding of norms in Space. Consistent with existing assumptions that patient is purely planetary in life experience. No physical signs of prior Space travel according to scanners. Would like to have patient examined by a physician in person. Some injuries are a barrier to psychic treatment and intervention.

Patient is not conscious of audio or visual stimuli but does sometimes physically react. Input is possible, is being received but is not being responded to. This and other indicators tell me that the patient was already subjected to prior hypnosis.

Epsilon shows a consistent and repeated desire to cooperate.

Requesting transfer to nearest full Medical Unit. Willing to escort patient myself to expedite transfer. Matter is urgent; patient needs a controlled environment. Blue Moon Base is too chaotic for budding psychics of Epsilon's age and character.

I confirm that I am willing to be Epsilon's Case Manager and direct supervisor until he is stabilized and given an assignment.

—ZETA

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Intermission Page 7

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Space Zeta in his uniform. Colors soon!

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Intermission Page 6

I cover my face and the top of my skull the best I can. Everything is exploding all around me. To the left, there is an exit no one can use. (Covered by ballistics nests.) Behind, and everywhere else, just darkness spread thin across thick walls. Misery. Despair. Flashes of light thrown from the entrance paint the walls. The explosions cause them. Near, sometimes, and the bunker shakes. Farther away, the danger is more abstract. No vibrations. Just splatters of faint light. The afterimages smear across my retinas, warped and incomprehensible.

I guess this is a battlefield. The "field" part is missing, hidden by darkness. The "battle" part, I simply don't know how we're contributing to from inside the bunker. I guess if they count up soldiers tomorrow, if enough of us here in the bunker are left, maybe our side wins this time.

And we can go home. Right?

"Je t'aime." Someone mutters it far to the side, to the left. In the exit? Are they leaving here to enter the foul night instead? Who are they expressing their love t--

A white flash, brighter than anything, and the exit opens up, wide, wider, until it's as wide as my entire universe. Then, it swallows me.

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"Is he awake?" A hiss of a voice. Is the danger of being heard now so high? Is it because the battle's over?

"Not yet. Not all the way." Something brushes my hair aside, checking my eyes. "Tired. He endured the entire battle."

A tsk. "He survived. Send him over when he wakes. I need a job done."

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My head is sloshing. Spinning isn't quite the effect. It's like gravity is stronger sideways for me in particular. I can sit in front of a desk, though. I can take orders.

...Probably.

"4972B. You're the last one in your division." A sigh. "Our best tinkerer, too. It's a shame."

"Eh?"

"Oh, nothing, 4972B." Shuffling and collating of papers. "Look, you don't need to do anything complicated this time. Just assemble the equipment as best you can. Deliver what's finished to the coordinates we give you." My supervisor, or at least one of them, the one that's still alive, winces and brushes his fingers across his forehead. Psychic injury. "Go rest. You'll have a ways to walk."

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I don't expect to like this work, ever. It's not like war is a job we signed up for because of the pay or benefits.

But I love this part, where all the bits come together in front of me. Where screws and washers and wires just complete themselves in my hands, turning into... well, whatever they need to become, I guess. I'm never given instructions or descriptions that complete. I just have to go with my instincts and feelings.

Oh, nice. It's done.

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"Just a short delivery." The supervisor tightens a strap on my backpack. "That'll be all."

"That'll be all?" I look over the map once more, trying to commit it all to memory.

"That'll be all, 4972B." A pat on the shoulder.

I start walking.

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Intermission Page 5

"Now, Epsilon, as we talk in telepathy to each other right now, we should be talking aloud as well, for the convenience of the observation equipment."

I blink in confusion, as little good as it does for my blurred-out eyesight, but I endeavor to speak my reply out loud even if I can't hear my voice. "Observation equipment?"

"Recording apparati. Something that helps your case be reviewed later." He pauses for a moment, and then his telepathic voice sounds slightly different. "It's fine. There are no problems."

"It's fine. There are no problems." I don't know why there would be any problems, because, frankly, there are no problems.

"Good. Now, we have nothing of what happened to you before you were found, and I feel that would be very helpful in assessing your case. Since your memory has improved recently due to... well, it's been improved. I'd like you to tell me what you can recall now of your experience before you awoke on Blue Moon Base."

The experience seems to spool up before me like old film reels, like magnetic data tape. Instead of feeling like I'm back in it, I feel like more of a spectator, like I'm watching myself from about two feet behind myself. And then I'm speaking aloud as if I had written in all in a journal before. I'm glad it's being recorded--I don't know if I could write it all down later, if I could recall it this well again.

"This is what I can remember."

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Intermission Page 4

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Intermission Page 3

(Read @dosydoscomic to catch up with the time twins!)

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Intermission Page 2

Let me tell you something. It is difficult being in this chair. It is difficult staying calm while someone adjusts my pain and every other sort of emotion with technology I can't possibly understand. It is especially difficult trying to remember anything of my past with a memory that's full of more holes than a cheesecloth.

But at least I'm not inside that cell anymore. I'm not moving around cinder blocks with my mind just to keep them from beating me. I've got someone on my side, or at least... as close to my side as I think anyone will get in this place.

// Epsilon? Are you still registering telepathy? //

// Yes. // I'm surprised by how relieved I am to hear Zeta "talk."

// Good. I tested speaking aloud and you didn't quite hear me. I'm going to have to assume you won't hear spoken language for the foreseeable future. Telepathy is pretty normal to use here in the more administrative area of the base, but the system is designed to log spoken language during certain procedures. At some times I will need you to just say certain things aloud so that we can proceed. Can you do that for me? //

I want to say of course I'll do that for him. Only, something holds me back. // You're asking me to repeat whatever you say out loud, when you specify me to? //

// Is there a problem with that, Epsilon? //

// No. // There shouldn't be, right? I can just talk when he needs. It's not hard, right? // Only... //

// Yes? // Mild curiosity. A hint of concern. Or is that impatience?

// I just... keep thinking of before. Before you pulled me out of the cell. I did a lot of repeating, I think. //

// You think? // Zeta prods, verbally and, I can feel, psychically. // That's good to report to me. What's happening in your mind? //

// When I think about what happened in the cell, the thoughts get blurry, somehow, fogged like glass. It's so hard to recall them. //

A few tapping sounds. He must be using his equipment. // And when you try to recall them, the memories get foggier? //

// Yes! It's very frustrating! //

// I'm sorry it's frustrating. // A few more tapping sounds. // When you try to remember the experience right now, does it still feel that way? Foggy, difficult to recall? //

// I... a little, yes. // I think through my thoughts, feeling them over like I'm smoothing out a sheet. // It feels different now. //

// It feels different now, like it's easier to recall what you want to recall? Would you say your memory is improving? //

// I... yes. //

A few more taps. // Go ahead and 'say' that, then. //

// My memory is improving. // A sensation brushes over my temples, alien but also deeply affirming. It encloses my head... my thoughts.

// Good. Say it one more time. // A few more taps.

// My memory is improving. //

Reality bends for a moment, maybe breaks, and my thoughts feel freer. More complete. Sturdier, even.

// There. Try recalling what happened before, when someone else asked you to repeat words. What words did they get you to repeat, Epsilon? //

// Don't speak. Just wait. Just wait for the signal. Just keep lifting blocks until then. Just keep busy and do labor. //

// Do you feel the compulsion to obey those words, Epsilon? // A few more taps.

// No. I don't. // My thoughts, for all that Zeta might be doing to them, feel more free than they've been in years.

// Good. Let's continue to work together. You're doing great. //

I feel a surge of excitement. Is his encouragement that effective? Or is it something else?