Showing posts with label alternate history. Show all posts
Showing posts with label alternate history. Show all posts

Friday, March 25, 2016

Psychological Shadow Plays is out and FREE






Psychological Shadow Plays, my 3rd  anthology of short stories, vignettes and a couple of essays, is for the next five days it will be free.  

This one has a darker tone than ones in the past.

My other works, Quantums of the Mind and Finite Mental Elements, are out and available for $.99 each.


Thursday, March 24, 2016

Psychological Shadow Plays is out and FREE






Psychological Shadow Plays, my 3rd  anthology of short stories, vignettes and a couple of essays, is for the next five days it will be free.  

This one has a darker tone than ones in the past.

My other works, Quantums of the Mind and Finite Mental Elements, are out and available for $.99 each.


Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Psychological Shadow Plays is out and FREE






Psychological Shadow Plays, my 3rd  anthology of short stories, vignettes and a couple of essays, is for the next five days it will be free.  

This one has a darker tone than ones in the past.

My other works, Quantums of the Mind and Finite Mental Elements, are out and available for $.99 each.


Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Psychological Shadow Plays is out and FREE






Psychological Shadow Plays, my 3rd  anthology of short stories, vignettes and a couple of essays, is for the next five days it will be free.  

This one has a darker tone than ones in the past.

My other works, Quantums of the Mind and Finite Mental Elements, are out and available for $.99 each.


Monday, March 21, 2016

Might Have Made a Mistake

He wept. It was actually pretty embarrassing to watch. Here was a man so great, history remembered him thousands of years later. A man that so many others would wish to emulate, it was shocking to meet the real man.

He was bright and intelligent as history recorded him. He did get a bad reputation by some, but so many tried to tie their legitimacy to him and his proverbial descendants. But for such a historical giant, he was so short. To be sure, amongst his people, he was not actually short: he was a mere 170 cm. Compared to myself, he was very short and I was of average height in my time at 191 cm.

Small he might be, but he had a presence I could not match. Few could. Even the most charismatic of politicians of my time could not touch this man even without knowing his accomplishments.

He closed the book. His tears were still streaming down his face. Stoicism was still in the future and not every ideal of manliness matched the American ideals. Even in our time and we were soft, sensitive compared to the men of our great great grandparents' day. Even so, his emotional display had made me uncomfortable.

He sat for a moment and examined the book. Codices were new for him. Scrolls were what were used on a regular basis in his time. He was intrigued and impressed. So strange, yet so useful. It was easy to see the gears turning his head as he considered the implications and the stream of tears slowly receded. It was a bit of a screw up on my part. I did get the contents translated, but...a codex, not a scroll. damn.

"This is true? This...book...claims I am a great man of history. One remembered through the ages? One remembered as a great?"

I could see his eyes were calculating.

"Yes. Men would create titles based on your name. Men would seek to recapitulate what you set in motion. You are one of the great men of history."

"More than Alexander of Macedonia?"

"In many ways. No one claimed, other than his feuding generals, to be Alexander's heir. None made their title his name. He was viewed as an overreacher. You are not."

He nodded. The gears again. It made me wonder what analogy he and his of his time would use. Gears and machines were not the ubiquitous things of the future. As a result, people thought differently. The universe was not yet viewed as a machine...it was something rather different. Even amongst those not so superstitious.

"I noticed the narrative ended before my end. Did you cut it short? Why? Who was this Shakespeare?

"What of my expedition to Persia? What of my attempts to reform the Republic and lands?

"And most importantly, what is the reference to the Ides of March?"

Sunday, March 20, 2016

My World was Alfame

Flame. My world was flame. The conflagration licked and seared my skin, the fire scorched my throat, and the blaze consumed my eyes. Coughing sent me into fits. I collapsed. My world was pain. My skin, my throat, my eyes, my lungs, my stomach flared red. Pain consumed me. Pain absorbed me. I was pain.

I collapsed.

I could not breathe.

I was about to meet my fate. My end. A cursed and ignoble end. But how I got here, a slave in the desert frontier of Atlantis aquilonem, that was a tail in and of itself. An golden little epic: Epilium Aurelia.

Being forced to work the pepper fields picking them, drying them and packing them had brought me to this state. Slaves here lasted very short periods. And I was a slave. It was my punishment. I had been sentenced to the latifundium on the Roman frontier in the desert for my actions. I had betrayed my charge, my employer and attempted to rob and murder him. Thinking him dead in the swamps of Terra submersi, I returned to the Roma Nova.

Roma Nova, second only to Roma Patre for grandeur: the Byzantines were utterly wrong. The gold, turquoise, marble and obsidian of Roma Nova was far, far more beautiful than Byzantium. It was the center of Roman Terra Nova, the Green Sea (Mare Viridium) was the Mediterranean of this New World, more beautiful and virginal than the Old World with Atlantis aquilonem to the north, Atlantis Meridium to the south and Altantis Isthusum between.

The wealth flowed through Roma Nova from the Atlantean continents to Rome Patre. Gold and silver, spices and stones, woods and even foods. Obsidian tiles were also popular, as were the ridiculous turquoise column. Iron wood also flowed east to the old world as did chile, potatoes, maize and others. The Roman diet of the 15th century since the founding of the city was radically different than in the Principate. Someone had been brilliant and turned loose horses and cattle on Atlantis aquilonem: every year traders venture from the Mare Viridium to capture horses and bring them back for the never ending wars on the Gothic and Persian Frontiers. Wars did not exhaust the Empire because the wealth of the New World flowed into Rome’s coffers without competition.

My employer, named Septimus Julius Tlascus, had been an old world Roman with some long lost family history in the New World. He came as a scholar, an explorer, chasing legends and wanting to document the lands in a book. He had been ambushed walking in the port city of Kuutsmulus. He had been fighting off, badly, a handful of would-be muggers when I happened by. I was curious about the man dressed in fashions of the Old World and with such a fancy sword that I intervened. I saved his life and he hired me.

He wanted to tour Mare Viridium and document everything he could for his book. He was also curious about the great city of Prymis, on the mainland with its great, if faded, giant white pyramids were giants and stood in the midst of the city in the cleared, if encroaching jungle.

He also sought the truth of his family history. Supposedly, he was of an imperial family, one of the Christian crusader families who had put down the Venerian worshipers, worshipers of Venus the Mad, the goddess of war, death and love; the weird hybrid cult that had merged the New World beliefs of Venus with the Old, grown to prominence and attempted to take over the empire when the old prechristian religion began to fail. Septimus’ ancestor was the one who had secured the Atlantean provinces from the Venerians and gone onto lead the crusade against the Venerians in the Mediterranean. It had been a long and bloody war. Septimus was from a minor branch of the imperial family, but wanted to document the origins of the family amongst the Maia. He thought there might be clues in the libraries of the city his grandsire originated from.

He also whispered of wanting to seek the Fountain of Youth. He had what he claimed as irrefutable proof of its existence in terra submersi, the drowned peninsula of Atlantis aquilonem that jutted into the Mare Viridium. I believed him. He spoke with such eloquence and energy and belief that I fell under his spell. So, I agreed to be his guardian and guide.

We ventured from isthmus to island to peninsula, swamp to jungle to sea, city to wilderness, I followed that man and his dreams and his scholarship. The adventure was great. The reward was equally vast. However, I grew restless. What I truly sought was eternal life and youth. This man had promised me that.

Then, in the miserable swamps of terra submersi, fed up, I confronted him. Septimus cheerfully admitted he might be wrong, but wasn’t the exploration exciting and fun! I became enraged; my rogue nature had been so long shackled in order to accomplish my goal of eternal life, I exploded. I attacked him and threw him into the alligator infested waters. I had stabbed him as well and I was confident he was doomed. I stole what we had and left.

Returning to Roma Nova and my old life I had placed on hold for three years.

What I could not have imagined was that he would return, that he would survive his ordeal in the swamps and return to seek justice against me. That he did. That he succeeded in as well. I had vastly underestimated him. I had underestimated his imperial familial connections even more. Once he had returned, he hounded me until I was caught and once I was caught, he did not seek my immediate death. He was a believer in law, a true Roman.

He sought my punishment through the law and the courts. He had me put on trial before the Church. The courts had long ago, as part of the reconquest of the old world, the old empire from the Venerians, had taken over the courts. Three priests sat in judgment of my actions. I had hired a lawyer, but, again, I had underestimated Septimus. He was the one Roman in the New World who could represent himself and did.

I was found guilty and Septimus’ speech arguing for my sentence was beautiful. It was terrible. It led to my fate.

“I do not seek to usurp God’s punishment for this man, this betrayer, guilty before the Law and Church. I do not seek his death, for only God can order a man dead for his sins for Thou Shalt Not Kill. I shall not seek to send him before his time; I seek rather he be sentenced to imprisonment, but imprisonment where he will be useful for society, useful in a manner he never was in life and to take the place of one who has had no sin in the church save for his fate of birth. That is the punishment that befits his crimes. Not death, not usurpation of God’s rights, but useful labor.”

The priests agreed.

And so I as sent. Sent to burn and rot on the frontier in a latifundium picking the fiery red chiles that were dried and sent to the old world. The dust from the dried chiles burns and burns badly. Over time, in my shackled slavery, I deteriorated.

Until now. And now, I, Flavius Valerius Constantinus died in fire and pain, but untouched by flame.

Psychological Shadow Plays is now out




Psychological Shadow Plays, my 3rd  anthology of short stories, vignettes and a couple of essays, is out!

Saturday, March 19, 2016

Sunday, February 28, 2016

Da Qin in Great Yuezhi

Da Qin in Great Yuezhi

The Da Qin? Here? This was a portent, but was it for ill or gain, it would remain to be seen. I motioned my courtiers to bring in their leader.

I was on campaign in the far West, expanding my empire, bringing more under the suzerainty of the Celestial Throne. My goal was bring Anxi under my rule. We were clashing in Great Yuezhi. I was advancing, but every day that advance slowed: there was little here to support a vast army and the closer we approached the Anxi center of power, the stronger they became. I had not given up, but I was concerned. And now, the Da Qin had arrived.

In he came. He was tall, but not so tall as his two soldiers that came with him. They were giants. Exotic, one with hair like the sun, the other red like blood. I suspected the leader had picked them for that reason. They had been accompanied by a small troop with a golden eagle standard and the standard barer worse a wolf’s hide over his head and shoulders. Those had remained outside. They all wore impressive armor and those that came inside wore breastplates. Though different than ours. Quite different. One had a plume. The other two did not.

They did not show reverence. That was a concern. An insult, but they seemed at ease and I knew they did not have many soldiers. There were around a thousand of them. All infantry. They could be beaten.

A translator accompanied them, a man of the Anxi. That was of deep concern then. Was this an advance party of an army that had sided with the Anxi against the Middle Kingdom? Against me? Know your enemy before striking.

Through the translator, I learned of this hard, proud man and his soldiers. His name was Gnaeus Domitius Corbulo, exiled son of Gnaeus Domitius Corbulo. He had been ordered by his emperor to command a hand picked army to march to the end of the earth and return. He had obeyed his emperor. He was proud of obeying his emperor.

In fact, at his emperor's request, his father had taken his own life, without question and announced his worthiness to take his life at the emperor's command. The pride in the man's words and stance at this news surprised me, concerned me, troubled me but I did not let that show.

I found his intentions were to only do as his emperor requested. He had no pretensions of conquering anything, and in that he was realistic. He was not a conqueror, but an explorer, if a very well armed one.

He had fought his way through a people he called the Hunnoi and the translator thought had been the Xiongnu. He would complete his emperor's command no matter the cost, even if it that cost was of all his men's lives and his own.

I was impressed with this man. He was proud, if arrogant, but with some reason. His army would be defeated, to be sure, but at what cost. His men looked well armed and armored. And the discipline to take one's life and even march across the world at a man's word was astounding. And then...do so with a coherent army...

Perhaps. Perhaps I could make use of this man and his soldiers.

I asked what he knew of the Anxi and replied he knew much. His father had fought them and he had been there in those battles. He admitted he didn't know this side of their empire, but he knew their ways and their weaknesses well.

With that, I smiled.

***

"Do you think he bought it?" the centurion asked. "That was inspired pretending to be Corbulo's son. The Medes would know that name and be worried about what it might mean..."

Publius Quinctilius Varus Minor met his two cohort commanding centurions made it back within the encampment before they talked.

"I think so. We can keep our pack of dogs together, but if the Seresian Emperor knew in how bad of shape we were from fighting the Huns, he'd be tempted to just crush us."

"A good thing you took the Celt and the German. They can be imposing."

Varus snorted. He was tall...for a Roman. But compared to those to only a Nubian could be taller. And only some of them.

"He has stated he will resupply us and give us guarded passage to the 'tàipíngyáng.' The ocean there and back. So long as we behave, we'll get safe passage to and from and through his empire."

"There's a hook, isn't there?"

"Yes," Varus sighed. "We have to help lay siege to some Mede city."

The centurions groaned. "If its not the German tribes, its the fscking Medes. No matter where we Romans go, there they are, making our lives miserable. Its the fate of all Legionnaires to fight and die on the arrows of the Medes or beheaded by the damned Germans. Why should we be different? Marching to the ends of the Earth hasn't changed a thing."

The other centurion asked, "And when we're done with the Medes and march to and fro, what then, Varus. What do we do then?"

"Then we march home. And that bastard Caligula ought to be dead by then, but don't get ahead of ourselves yet. We have a lot to overcome before we do that."

The centurions nodded as one. "What are we going to do for the Seresian emperor?"

"What every damned emperor from the beginning of time has asked Legions to do. We're going 'hey diddle diddle, right up the middle' and taking the gate. He's heard the 'Da Qin,' what they call us, are incredible at taking cities."

They groaned again. "Another fscking emperor. "

"Indeed. We're not meant to have long lives. Let's get started. We have Medes to kill. Even here on the other side of the world."

They nodded. Even here, even now, even in our circumstance, Romans would be Romans.

Saturday, February 27, 2016

Leif Ericsson has much to answer for

this is written in man in a high castle style, a dobule blind what-if so be warned

You can ask ourselves the counterfactual: had the Norse not come to the Americas or had they simply gone to war with the the indigenous population would it have made any difference for what happened next? Would the natives have done better? Or worse?

Tonight, I submit to you the natives would have been better off had the Norse either been expelled or left. This is a controversial subject, I know and this will inflame opinions for both sides of the classical seminal counterfactual debate.

Consider:

While the Norse did, in fact, pass on metallurgy, they offered little more: most were not literate at this time and their other technologies were not so far removed from the indigenous populations. Their use of barley did spread but only to a degree.

Metallurgy did help the native peoples, to be sure. In independent clashes, the Europeans often did lose. The native cultures had also started using metal tools for agriculture and stone working and these did cause a florescence of a sort.

However. The cost was enormous!

By having sufficient trade and contacts with Europe to support the violent Norse population from being wiped out or driven off, there was sufficient epidemiological flow as well: disease follows trade. And this caused repeated population crashes in North America, later in Mesoamerica and, finally, in South America.

The spotted plagues, what we now know to be measles and smallpox, spread through North America starting in around 1000. This spread so wildly and rapidly across the native populations of North America, it wiped out 75% of the population. Cahokia and the ancestral Puebloan civilizations collapsed outright. The Classical Period of MesoAmerica was book ended by these plagues and there is a strong chronological argument these plagues caused the crash of those civilizations. Even the Andean civilizations received some impact by losing their trade with MesoAmerica. The Americas were far, far more connected by trade than post colonial societies thought.

Without being brought back over again, local variants echoed against across the New World continents a century and change later, when the droughts began to hit during the Medieval Warm Period. The diseases seem to have sprung from the survivors of the Ancestral Puebloans and spread once more. The population crash was not as terrible, but still a horrifying 50% of the population would die again.

The Norse continued their slow expansion in this time frame and it was slow. There was a mere 1,000 Norse in North America by 1350. Yet the trade was enough to bring with them the next devastating plague: the Black Death.

In Europe, 50% of people died. Indeed, the Norse in North America would actually be devastated and drop down to 300 individuals. It helped wipe out sufficient Greenland Norse they would emigrate to the North America proper where life was easier and bring the total population back up to 500 by 1380.

However, for the indigenous populations, this disease was worse. It spread across the continent and took root to become endemic: mice in North America became a persistent reservoir. The first wave would kill 80% of the population again. The endemic nature meant that the disease would break out again and again, damping down the population recovery and disrupt political structures.

The indigenous population would only reach to 20% of what it had been at its height by the time the Iberians crossed to the New World at the end of the 15th century. Their expansion was inevitable: they were attempting to by pass their enemies, the Muslim nations, that stymied their trade. The knowledge of the New World, based on distorted Norse tales, led them to believe there was a Southern Passage through the Caribbean to China. Indeed, they thought the Norse had been to China from the tall tales relayed back.

Once the Iberians were here, the rest was history. The different factions would via for different parts of the Americas. And with the resources flowing back, the other European nations colonized the rest of the Americas. There was little resistance after all: the plagues knocked down all but the smallest tribes and those often inherited vast riches from those before, making the Iberians pillage rapaciously. And bring their own diseases as well.

No, it would have been better had the Iberians came first. They would not have arrived until after Granada fell in the 1480s. The other Europeans would not follow as quickly. This, in turn, would have allowed for the indigenous cultures to snap back and recover from disease. One wave would be better than the repeated ones. And definitely better than the Southwest becoming a plague zone that would burp up disease repeatedly, bringing back down those who had just risen from their knees.

Colleagues, I submit to you, it would have been far, far better for the Native Americans, the First Nations, the Indigenous Tribes to have not had the Norse come and establish their colonies on the eastern coast of North America. Had they not, the natives might have had a chance.

Leif Ericsson has much to answer for.

Monday, February 22, 2016

Man as Carnivore

Soquil rode towards the town. He was uneasy with the prospect despite, or perhaps because of, having done it several times before. It seemed to unnatural to be settled in one place. To stay. To be rooted. To not see a different horizon each day. It was wrong.

Fortunately, he was only visiting. As was proper. As it was for most people. They came and they went. The simplest tribes followed the vast herds of animals across the steppes. The more sophisticated tribes, the vast majority, had domesticated specific species and herded them from pasture to pasture. The freaks lived in towns. They did not free range their food animals. They actually penned them and grew their food to feed them. It was strange and unnatural. Not that they ate the plants they grew, they just grew what the animals needed to eat.

He rode in. Horses were one of the first the domesticates. They were useful, could carry a person or pull a cart or could even be eaten if things got bad. He rather liked his striped beast, his Lightning. The thought of eating Lightning was not appealing though. He's rather have sheep or goat.

He rode between the buildings. The tall and the small, the cramped and smelly place this was. The residents seemed smaller, misshapen. It must be being confined to the small spaces and not running free.

He had to admit though, they produced more interesting things than most people. Being a nomad meant you could only keep what you could carry. These twisted dwarfs did not fear being able to escape when a raid happened on the yurts, tents or families if they had too much. They had so much. They were so rich. Even their poorest. He hated them more for it.

They were more docile than people out on the steppes. He despised them as weak. Yet things would not blow up into death and blood as fast. Perhaps that made them weaker too. He didn't know.

He'd heard the towns were cropping up further and further West, into the forested lands and mountains of Europe. That was pleasing since they cleared away more and disconcerting at the same time. What if there were more people in towns than on the steppe? What if the dwarfs polluted the tribal packs? He towered head and shoulders above the townies and the thought of one of them sneaking into his blood line made him snarl.

Chengis dismounted from Lightning and tied him off. No one would think to take the horse. Death followed when a nomad's mount was taken. Minimally for the criminal. Often for many in the town. Some times for the entire town.

He growled low. Now he had to do the least pleasant part of the visit: he had to growl and spit and hiss and snarl at the mewling, stubborn merchants he needed to get the turf cutting knives from. They might pretend to be meek, but the merchants fought like they were in a death match when it came to price. He could contain is vicious anger. That was why he was sent. Others...could not.

He growled again. best to begin.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Xenopermian Biota of the Ural Sea: Brontopator chapsia, a hippodont dicynodont



The Xenopermian is a collaborative effort between Scott, Raven, Zach and myself to outline a very different, speculative world. In some ways this is not all that different than the exercises of Dougal Dixon, After Man and The New Dinosaurs. Rather than speculating on what the dinosaurs would be like if they had not gone extinct, much like his New Dinosaurs or the Spec World Project, or project into the future with After Man or The Future is Wild, our team asked the question of ‘what if the Permian Extinction did not happen?

This is the next post about the fauna of the Xenopermian in the Ural Sea region. We have talked about a ‘fossil’ and a faux controversy associated it with. We have talked about the geological staging differences in the XenoPermian timeline, and have even talked about the differences in the world in general under such a different period. We have generalized about the fauna, but now we want to get into specifics. In our first post, we talked about the first faunal member of the Xenopermian, Graviloricanasus roma, a pseudochelonid and very derived pareiasaur. Then we talked about Elyardia hensonii, a very derived anomodont. Then we talked about the alternate pterosaur, Maralae whittoni.  Another time we talked about the trematosaurine temnospondyl Chronoperifronius thassalicus.  Post before last, we looked at the walrodont, Psittacops makradens.   The last post we looked at the desmodont dicynodont, Palonatator beccus.


Today we are sticking with the dicynodonts.  It will be the last dicynodont post for some time.  However, we are looking today at another branch that has been nicknamed the 'hippodonts' since they have developed in parallel in form (somewhat) and function (more so) to the hippopotamuses of our timeline.  The parallel evolutionary example we will work with today is Brontopator chapsia.

Brontopator chapsia is an example of another fictional and derived member of the clade Thassalothere which are a clade of the dicynodonts, an important group within the anomodonts.  These are in turn therapsids like the gorgons, therocephalians and cynodonts.  That last is inclusive of the mammals like you, you darned dirty ape, you!


During the great Evolutionary Churn of the XenoPermian, when the Siberian Traps did a 10 million year long sustained eruption instead of the bursty nastiness causing the Permian Triassic mass Extinction, the dicynodonts branched out into different clades.  The dicynodonts were already very successful herbivores and as the innovation took place within the clade, the dicynodonts started to exploit new resources.  One of these was the waterways.  The dicynodonts took to the water, despite not really being semi aquatic in OTL, and found a very unexploited set of niches with the lack of aquatic herbivores at the time.  The basal most thassalothere took to the swampy regions.  From there, they branched out into what would be informally called the hippodonts (river dwellers), walrodonts (sea residents) and desmodonts (swamp dwellers).

The hippodonts look like the strange cousins of Placerias.   They are big and portly and spend most of their time in the water.  They munch on the aquatic plants and come on land to graze at night.  While there is no grass in the XenoPermian, there are plenty of low herbaceous conifers and fast growing ferns.  They live in small herds and birth live young.
  
Brontopator chapsia is pretty generic for a hippodont.  They have a semi sprawled front leg stance and can and do charge predators.  Their thick skulls and semi forward facing tusks make them a serious hazard for predators.  They do protect their young and do not have large litters, rather one or two at a time.  Their young are more developed than the desmodont and walrodonts'.  However, they are still birthed on land.
One species of hippodont, not B. chapsia, actually seems to do some minor intentional environmental engineering and digs side pools to the rivers which they live.  In there, they raise their young, defended from even the reptilomorph and temnospondyls lurking in the rivers. This cousin does have a problem with reptilomorphs though.  The communally nesting variety can and will take over unoccupied hippodont ponds.  The repitlomorphs are not a match one on one, but when they have taken over a pond, they will enmass defend it.    That many reptilomorphs get rather hungry when they are sitting in the defense for so long.  They'll eschew eating the eats, but they can take down baby hippodonts in the area.
Brontopator chapsia is common in the short rivers running into the Ural Sea.  Cousins of their's are present in most rivers draining into the Tethys and in some draining into the Panthalassa.  Two species even migrate from the Transpangaea Mountains down into the Megavongo.

Their biggest predators are the gorgonopsids.  They are large enough to take down an adult B. chapsia.  However, the gorgons prefer munching on the young or sick.  The second most deadly are the venomous felid-like therocephalians that will ambush a herd, take a bite and run, letting its poison kill whatever it bit.  The large adult B. chapsia will pull through.  However, the young or old will not.  Temnospondyls are a problem as well when the herd takes to the water: they can wait crocodile like in the water to attack and pull young under the water for a kill.  This is rather risky given the strength of a stab by the hippodont tusks.

The hippodonts will last to the XenoPermian Jurassic Mass Extinction.  However, an Elvis Taxon would arise in the Cretaceous from a NeoDicynodont clade.  This mimicing lineage would die out in the Cretaceous-Eocene Extinction at the Mesozoic/Allozoic boundary.  Examples of competing parallel evolution would take place during the Allozoic, with dicynodonts, therocephalians and mammals duking it out up until the Pleistocene for the ecological niche.  However, the true hippodonts were gone 200 million years earlier.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Xenopermian Biota of the Ural Sea: Palonatator beccus, a desmodont dicynodont


The Xenopermian is a collaborative effort between Scott, Raven, Zach and myself to outline a very different, speculative world. In some ways this is not all that different than the exercises of Dougal Dixon, After Man and The New Dinosaurs. Rather than speculating on what the dinosaurs would be like if they had not gone extinct, much like his New Dinosaurs or the Spec World Project, or project into the future with After Man or The Future is Wild, our team asked the question of ‘what if the Permian Extinction did not happen?

This is the next post about the fauna of the Xenopermian in the Ural Sea region. We have talked about a ‘fossil’ and a faux controversy associated it with. We have talked about the geological staging differences in the XenoPermian timeline, and have even talked about the differences in the world in general under such a different period. We have generalized about the fauna, but now we want to get into specifics. In our first post, we talked about the first faunal member of the Xenopermian, Graviloricanasus roma, a pseudochelonid and very derived pareiasaur. Then we talked about Elyardia hensonii, a very derived anomodont. Then we talked about the alternate pterosaur, Maralae whittoni.  Last time we talked about the trematosaurine temnospondyl Chronoperifronius thassalicus.  Last week, we looked at the walrodont, Psittacops makradens.   

This week we are going continue with the anomodont therapsids with a some of the close relatives of the walrodonts, the desmodonts.  Specifically, we are going to be taking a look at Palonatator beccus.



Palonatator beccus is an example of another fictional and derived member of the clade Thassalothere which are a clade of the dicynodonts, an important group within the anomodonts.  These are in turn therapsids like the gorgons, therocephalians and cynodonts.  That last is inclusive of the mammals like you, you hairless ape, you!

During the great Churn of the XenoPermian, the dicynodonts branched out into different clades.  The dicynodonts were already very successful herbivores and as the innovation took place within the clade, the dicynodonts started to exploit new resources.  One of these was the waterways.  It had long been thought dicynodonts were semiaquatic, but it turns out they were not by and large in our time line.  Approximately 250 million years ago, when the Siberian Traps started erupting, the basal most thassalothere took to the swampy regions.  From there, they branched out into what would be informally called the hippodonts (river dwellers), walrodonts (sea residents) and desmodonts (swamp dwellers).

The desmodonts are in some ways more derived than their cousins.  They developed a parasagittal stance convergent with the neodicynodonts.  They also were rather more gracile than most of the other thassalotheres.  They picked up a number of traits in their adaptation to the water that reminded of the desmostylians.  Hence where they got their informal nickname.  However, they were very much dicynodonts and retained the beak and grinding mill.  One of the most striking differences is that they have lost the canine which the dicynodonts are most famous for.

However, they are nowhere as nearly derived as the walrodonts, of course.


Palonatator beccus is a pretty generic member of the clade.  They, like their relatives, inhabit swampy ground where they can eat both aquatic and waterside flora.  They are relatively quick and can out run many larger predators and those they cannot, they run into deeper water where the predators fear to tread.

They do have problems with the temnospondyls and reptilomorphs inhabiting the waterways of the swamps.  Their young are the most vulnerable.  However, on land the giant derived gorgons are dangerous even tot he adult P. beccus.  However, moving in herds does help with the predator problems.

The desmodonts are confined to the Ural Sea and along the Tethys Sea.  They are not, largely due to being unable to spread along the coastline, resident in the deltas of the Panthalassa.  Speculation is the waters are simply too cold.

The desmodonts will exist for approximately 25 million years.  They originated 10 million years before the current snapshot of the XenoPermian.  They will last until the X-J Extinction which is coming up rather soon, in 15 million years from the time of the snapshot we have here of the XenoPermian.  The Mesozoic will have different animals fill the roles the desmodonts fill.

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Xenopermian Biota of the Ural Sea: Psittacops makradens, a walrodont dicynodont



The Xenopermian is a collaborative effort between Scott, Raven, Zach and myself to outline a very different, speculative world. In some ways this is not all that different than the exercises of Dougal Dixon, After Man and The New Dinosaurs. Rather than speculating on what the dinosaurs would be like if they had not gone extinct, much like his New Dinosaurs or the Spec World Project, or project into the future with After Man or The Future is Wild, our team asked the question of ‘what if the Permian Extinction did not happen?

This is the next post about the fauna of the Xenopermian in the Ural Sea region. We have talked about a ‘fossil’ and a faux controversy associated it with. We have talked about the geological staging differences in the XenoPermian timeline, and have even talked about the differences in the world in general under such a different period. We have generalized about the fauna, but now we want to get into specifics. In our first post, we talked about the first faunal member of the Xenopermian, Graviloricanasus roma, a pseudochelonid and very derived pareiasaur. Then we talked about Elyardia hensonii, a very derived anomodont. Then we talked about the alternate pterosaur, Maralae whittoni.  Last time we talked about the trematosaurine temnospondyl Chronoperifronius thassalicus.

Today we return to the therapsids.  Specifically, we are returning to the anomodonts and one rather peculiar branch of the most famous of anomodonts (dicynodonts) called we, their creators, have been affectionately calling the 'walrodont:' Psittacops makradens.

Psittacops makradens: Parrot face Walruses, erm, long teeth of the Ural Sea



Psittacops makradens is an example of a derived anomodont. Anomodonts are one of the major clades of therapsids, very derived synapsids that superceded the pelycasaurs like Dimetrodon. Other famous derviced clades are the gorgonopsids, therocephalians and cynodonts (of which mammals – and you! – are a part of).


During the Great Churn, when the Siberian Traps long erupted long and slow at the start of the XenoPermian, rather the short and quick according to our timeline, some of the dicynodonts actually adapted to being semiaquatic.  The irony is that the dicynodonts have been called semiaquatic for a long, long time, but generally were not.

This branch of dicynodonts became what the cross time paleontologists would call the Thassalotheres.  These in turn would develop clades which were more derived and specialized as forms that would be labeled based on their general form as Hippodonts, desmodonts and walrodonts.  These were not their scientific names, but work well enough for our purposes.  The hippodonts became the dominant forms in lakes and rivers.  The more gracile desmodonts became dwellers of the swampy lands.  Finally, the walrodonts would take to the open oceans.


P. makradens is modestly sexually dimorphic species having a lot of parallels with our own pinnipeds and walruses.  They come onto the beach to sun and bare their young.  They bare live young, which they take care of, but are relatively developed.  They could give birth at sea, but the sea is a dangerous place, in some ways more than land.  However, even so land is still dangerous and the the walrodonts will form colonies to protect each other and the young. 

On land, they must protect against raids by the giant gorgonopsids, gracile canid and venomous felid-like therocephalians, Xenosuchus and temnospondyls.  The latter are often a problem as the walrodonts transition from land to water or vice versa.  However, none of these are nearly as dangerous as the hovasaurs.  These newt-ish basal diapsids have developed into mosasaur-like predators in the sea where they are a real danger to the young.  They didn't develop the fish-like tail though.


The walrodonts are herbivores.  They dive to eat the kelp-like algae forests.  P makradens eats the ones growing throughout the Ural Sea, even becoming something of a deep diver since the Ural Sea is so well mixed.  They will occasionally take a shelly bivalve for the mineral supplement.  They have coevolved with the local marine forest algae where the algae grows rather fast and sometimes had been called sea kudzu.  A colony of walrodonts might mow their way through the algae forest only for it to be largely regrown in a matter of weeks.  

Psittacops makradens is not the only species of walrodont.  There are four others.  Two others are of the same genera and live in Tethys.  Psittacops erythros is common in the western Tethys on the shores of the mainland and Psittacops corvus resides in the islands and archipelagoes of the eastern Tethys.  In the Panthalassa, on the northern mainland of Pangaea coast resides Ododenodon millerensis, a very robust and heavily tusked species (pictured above).  A cogeneric species, O. amos is on the southern coast of Pangaea.  



The walrodonts would survive through the XenoPermian-Jurassic Extinction.  However, they would not make it past the Jurassic-Cretaceous transition, save for a single species.  It would die out though by the time of Middle Cretaceous during the anoxic events.  Their form would not be replicated by Juxtarodentia in the Allozoic, the surviving lineage of dicynodonts would not return to the sea.  Therocephalians would have a chubby descendant that would like vaguely like a walrus, but without the tusks in the Allozoic glaciations though.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Alternate History: Irene Doesn't Cancel Rotrude and Constanstine's Engagement

One of the things I really enjoy is history.  Its something a story, a story of us all, with path ways none of us have explored, or if we have, there's always another point of view to take.  One of the tools for examining history which has appealed to my world building imagination is that of alternate history.  Through the pretty much defunct usenet group soc.history.what-if, I picked up some online friends which have opened my techie eyes to many, many more facets to history and the world around.

Recently, I've been extremely caught up in the techie world and events half a world away, but I thought I'd take a breather here and revisit the allohistorical.  So, for a moment, let's delve into a what-if that had the potential to change a lot, but probably would not have changed as much as some would think.

Let's tun back the clocks and take a look at the year 787.  It was an unfortunate year.  The Empress Regent of the Rump Roman, ahem, Byzantine Empire would end the engagement of her son, the future Constantine VI, to Rotrude, the daughter of Charlemagne.  Subsequently, the next year the Franks, or rather Charlemagne's army in the Adriatic, would turn on the Byzantines.  They would take Istria (in modern Croatia) and Benevento (Italy) from the Byzantines.

The consequences of breaking off the engagement seem to have been bad and were probably related to the fact Charlemagne was something of a sexist pig and didn't respect a woman on the throne.  Despite the fact Irene was a capable a ruler.  Part, too, may have been tied into Irene's attempt to negotiate a marriage between her and Charlemagne.  That ended in complete failure.  The combination or intertwining of the two was probably the cause and the end of the potential alliance between the man who Pope Leo would crown Roman Emperor and Rump of the Roman Empire itself. 

Let's say, for the moment, Irene does not attempt to negotiate the marriage between herself and Charlemagne.  She realizes even under the best of circumstances it'd be a disaster if it worked and would be a sore point, at best, if it did not.  She does want the alliance between the Franks and the Byzantines, so she does engage her son to Rotrude and she does not break off the engagement between her son and Charlemagne's daughter: after all, Constantine was against breaking off the engagement.  

So, the marriage goes ahead and in 790, Constantine (19) and Rotrude (15, nicknamed Erythro (red) by the Byzantines) are married in Constantinople.   Two of her brothers accompany her, Pepin (19, King of Italy) and Louis (12, King of Aquitaine).  Charlemagne would keep Charles back in the empire just in case something went wrong since Charles was to be his probable heir.

Constantine was far from what a middle class American would call a good man, but he could when he wanted to roll out the charm.  In this case, he would take pains to impress his new brothers in law and work to bond with them as strongly as he could.  Pepin he impressed as a buddy and friend, but with Louis he'd get a little bit of the idol worship going.

Constantine had tried to convince Pepin to join him for the campaign against the Bulgars he was planning.  Unfortunately, Pepin was already planning a campaign against the Avars and could not participate.  He would, in time, work with Constantine, but not on the first joint campaign.  Rather, it would fatefully be Louis who offered.

The Byzantine campaign against the Bulgars would be delayed and in 792 the army would march out much as in our time line.  However, this time a contingent of Franks under Louis would be present: 500 cavalry and 1000 foot.  The force would meet the Bulgars at Marcellae.  The battle would start to unfold much as it did our own; however, Constantine was wary of risking his now 14 year old brother in law and also was almost as concerned about sharing the victory: he wanted the victory to be decisively his own.  He placed Louis' cavalry as a rear guard and Louis' infantry he left protecting the train and fortress.  The Bulgars came boiling out of the flank and attacked.  Louis was right in the way.  He and his cavalry fought valiantly, but were forced to retreat when threatened with encirclement.  They ran back to the infantry and made a stand at the fortress.  Here they frustrated the Bulgars until the Byzantines could return.  And that they did catching the Bulgars between the anvil of the fortress and the hammer of Constantine's forces.  Kardam and Telerig, the khans of the Bulgars, was captured.  Sensing the opportunity, Constantine would march to Pliska and sack the city while the Bulgarian Empire was in disarray.  While on the return march, Constantine would take Varna and make the city into a Byzantine stronghold.  A tenth of the spoils, Constantine would send off with Louis and most of that would go to Aachen. Kardem would be released and would pay tribute for the next six years.  Telerig was executed.  As a consequence, Kardem moved the Bulgarian capital north of the Danube, close to modern Bucharest.  That is not to say the Bulgarian ceded everything south of the Danube, but it would give the Byzantines some momentum in reclaiming territory long lost.

Constantine would make sure the world knew he was the victor and while Louis played a role, he was very much a minor player.  He did enough to sooth the young Louis, but would make sure to have Louis leave as soon as possible.  He actually went as far as to escort Louis to Pepin's lands in Italy where Constantine and Pepin would meet, booze and conduct diplomacy while Louis made his way back to Aquitaine.  Constantine had a problem: his mother.  She was still his co-emperor and a major thorn in his side.  He could not kill her, but needed to be rid of her.  A deal was struck: Irene would be virtually exiled, but not called as such.  She would be sent to Rome itself to govern to help protect the Pope, who was friendly with both the Carolginians and the Byzantines with two small forces of Franks and Byzantines.

Louis would call on Constantine's help in turn.  In 797, the city of Barcelona rebelled against the Muslims and swore to the Franks.  Louis was mustering the Frankish soldiery against the Muslims for a campaign, but was concerned the Muslims would retake the city before he was ready.  Constantine would attack from the sea in a surprise Tarragona and Tortosa after reestablishing a naval base in Palma.  He could not hold those cities and would not even try.  He'd put up a resistance to the Muslims for two or three months, then bargain his exit for payment, fattening his treasuries and buying Louis time.  Just as he surrendered Tarragona, rather than sail back to Palma, he turned south and repeated his obnoxiousness at Denia and he would raid, but not take, Valencia.  This would force the Muslims south again and, again, he'd evacuate under the banner of bribery.  His campaign would last a little over a year, but by then, Louis would pass through the Pyrenees to defend Barcelona (successfully) and even taking Tarragona and Zaragoza.  Alphonso II also led an invasion from the north and took Lisbon and Toledo from the overextended Corbodans.

Constantine would neither hold Majorica (it and Minorca would revolt after he left) nor would he keep any territory from his supportive raids.  He did return with gold, a fair amount of it, and turned a profit from the venture, a significant one.  He would turn and squander it, unfortunately.  He erected a monument in Constantinople and then would go off to take Cyprus, expelling the Arabs in 802.

He and Pepin would launch a joint campaign into the Balkans.  Pepin would secure the Croats and Constantine, the Serbs in 809.

Ironically, Rotrude and Irene had grown close.  Rotrude had successfully bore Constantine a large number of children.  Except except when he was on campaign, they had a very active reproductive life.  Before the Spanish Campaign, she would bare him three children: two sons and a daughter.  Two who made it to adulthood, including the next emperor, Leo V (791) and daughter, Irene (795).  When he returned, she would bare another two children, one who would live to adulthood (another daughter, Maria (801)).  When Constantine returned from conquering Cyprus, she would have another three children, two sons (Constantine (804) and Karolos (806)) living to adulthood.  And when he returned from the Balkans, she would have two more children, a son and daughter, both living to adulthood (Loudovíkos (813) and Erythro (811)).  Unfortunately, her last son and his birth, would kill her.  She would pass away at age 38 in 813.
However, she was an intelligent woman in her own right and felt stymied as the empress.  Irene understood.  She helped Rotrude fit into Byzantine society and Rotrude would in turn become a patroness of learning and monasteries.  Interestingly, it was actually Rotrude's sponsorship of copyists of various manuscripts which would make the biggest impact.  She would have monks copying books of all kinds and even gifted her father numerous books circa 810 - three years before her death - and the Pope.  The former had far more impact than the latter, inserting several greek books into the Carolingian Renaissance and effectively doubly the size of the libraries in the West. 

When Irene was sent off to govern Rome proper, Rotrude stepped in to support her husband.  She was considered an outsider and not much of a threat, but she used that to her advantage and thwarted several attempts to usurp her husband while he was out campaigning.

Rotrude and Constantine, surprisingly in some ways, had been a good match.  She had tempered his nasty nature and given him an outlet.  However, when she passed, Constantine's darker side grew stronger. 
Without her tempering and in his grief, he became cruel and petty.  He blinded and mutilated those who challenged him.  An official he caught stealing from the imperial treasury, he tortured and then poured molten gold down his throat.  He would severely beat his daughter, Maria, until Leo intervened to stop him.  Leo would step in to be the guardian of his younger siblings.  Something which would end up being a positive turn for the empire, but that would be in the future when Leo V would appoint Constantine Strategos Autokrator of the Danube and Karolos the same for the Palestine, non reality, but useful ruse.

However, their father, Constantine VI would be turned from inflicting himself on the capital to attempting to take back territories in the east and to end the Arab raids into Anatolia.  He would retake Antioch and it would remain held.  He would march east to take Aleppo and Edessa as well.  He would be marching back from the campaign escorting the Image of Edessa to Constantinople when his army was surprised by a Muslim army. 
In the ensuing wild melee, Constantine was killed.  Leo would emerge a hero, publicly, and ascend the throne.  Some would whisper he'd had his father killed.  All the better, in some ways, for those who plot to fear him.  And for those who don' to love him.

But, Leo's reign would be a different one.  And a different tale for another time.

Wednesday, May 06, 2015

Alternate History: be Glad for Those 89k Spoiled Ballots in 1995, Canada!

I've been working like crazy on my day job (wrapping it up) and the business.  I've taken some time to do some writing here and there.  About four of you get subjected to long writing bits which will, someday, come to public light.  However, between meetings and stitching back together supercomputers and negotiating the travails of the rocketry business, I've been working on crazy thoughts for this blog.  The quickies, I post PDQ (re UCLASS as the F-14 replacement, the MC Perry class, etc).  Some take a lot of work (what to do about the robopocalypse).  Some are in the middle (next year in nauvoo or the US actually built Orions for LeMay).  However, I did promise a return to the Robopocalypse and what to do about it.  I'm working on it, but its taking time.  Research can do that.  However, I wanted to return to an alternate history post in the mean time.

In 1995, the world nearly imploded.  Ok, a bit of an overstatement for most of the world, it could have been the apocalypse for Canada.  As anyone who was half way aware of the world around us knows, Quebec had a referendum to seek independence from Canada.  It failed by an incredibly small margin and unlike our own inverse equivalent, Puerto Rico, the independence movement has since collapsed.


This is how the voting actually went.  The margin was 58k votes and there were 86k votes considered invalid.  Talk about what could have been a Bush-Gore moment!

So, what if.

Let's say for the moment 90% of the invalid votes were actually valid and 75% of those were pro Independence.  Even with the 25% of those being pro Unity, the total margin which Unity stays ahead is now down to 19k.  For the rest of the vote, let's assume another .6% of the electorate shows up.  We'll assume something stupid happened at the Unity Rally just days before and the secessionists exploited it.   And, lo, we get a margin of 11k votes for Quebec Separatism.

Independent Quebec in Purple

So what happens?  Immediately, probably not a lot, to be honest.  This is Canada we're talking about, not the US and the Slaver's Revolt.  There will be tense moments, but I doubt there will be fighting.  In fact, what's likely to happen is Canada will attempt to make concessions and with those concessions request a new referendum.  The Quebecker are likely to not want to repeat the vote.  They'll feel they have their victory and, damnit, they're moving ahead.  My guess is the dance lasts 3 1/2 years, from 1995 to early 1999.  The Canadians then shift gears when the Quebecois are getting set to declare full independence on January 1st, 2000. 

Through the treaty, the Canadians keep Nord-de-Quebec and the scattered southern bits which voted 'No.'  In exchange, the Quebecois get Montreal and Canadian support with the US with regards to joining NAFTA (Clinton had been planning on stalling whether or not to let an independent Quebec join) and NATO.

Nord-du-Quebec would probably rename itself.  Historically, it had been called Ungava, so let's use that.  It's admitted as a province of the rump Canada.  The eastern most bits of loyalist Quebec get absorbed by New Brunswick the southern most by Ontario with a possible land bridge negotiated by Canada to link the eastern of the two southern enclaves. 

Bouchard becomes PM of Quebec and stays there until 2008, when he retires.  The economy isn't great, but it survives.

Canada takes a hit, economically and in confidence.  Though there are those who state this is actually for the better.  Rather than growth rates of 1.7, 4.3, 4.1 and 5.0 percent from 1996 to 1999, we end up seeing a growth of far more modest growth of half that for 1997 through 1999.  Then in 2000, Canada takes a hit from 15 to 20% of its economy declaring independence.  The next four years are probably going to modest growth.

In all likelihood, this is the 'end' of the story.  There's an independent Quebec which has a troublesome relationship with Canada and, if Bush still wins in 2000, may have a pro-US stance, and may get that reciprocated. You might even see a Quebec battalion participating in Iraq.

However, we can make this worse for Canada.  

Unbeknownst to the world, except a few western Canadian capitals and perhaps the NSA, the western provinces, with Saskatchewan taking the lead, considered their options if Quebec declared independence.   One of those options was to form their own independent country.  Another might have been to join the US.  
Yup.  That deserves a blink tag.

Interestingly, the Maritime Provinces were openly considering joining the US.  If the three western provinces are going to negotiate with the US to join, then the Maritimes are likely to as well.  We have three provinces negotiating with the Washington while Ottawa is trying to keep Quebec in and the Yankees out.  For the sake of timing, let's say the Western Provinces and the Maritimes wait through 1997 before they commit treason, ahem, contract Washington.  Both are going to request they become full states and definitely none of that territory crap. 

Clinton is going to jump on this.  This could be his legacy: adding 6 more states to the US voluntarily.  woo!  However, his relationship with Gingrich and the Republicans is going to make this messy.  On the flipside, the negotiations would not happen over night.  The Lewinsky stupidity will have blown over by the time the negotiations are done.  I suspect he'd submit the treaty to Congress in the beginning of  2000.

Because its an election year, this is going to get debated to death and become an election issue.  Republicans in the Senate are going to have a hard time with this one.  At least 5 of the new states are going to be really blue and while Alberta might be the Canadian Texas, its going to be more purple than blue.  It might even..hiss! taint the Republican Party.  The Democrats are going to see this as the way to blue the nation, or at least the Congress and Senate for a long time to come.

There's a slim chance that if Bush comes out against the treaty or at least neutral it might push Gore clearly over the top.  It might also influence one or more races in the Senate; however, the only place it might have made a difference as far as I can tell is in the Virginia race (robb v allen)...but doubtful then.  The best case scenario would be Gore's Senate would have 51 Democrats.  He needs 67 to pass a treaty, so either he's going to go do some horse trading or ask help from friends across the aisle or some combination. 

The treaty may then get postponed until 2006 based on the elections in the Senate since.  However, it runs the risk of getting scuttled by the Canadians then.  Why wait 7 years?!  If its going to happen, it'll need to be between 2000 and 2002.  So let's say he pulls it off.

Canada in Red. Quebec in Purple. The US in White.

In 2004, 6 new states are added.  The Senate now has 62 Senators and the House, until the next Census, has 12 new Congress critters.  The US gets a democratic Senate for a long, long time.  Or it derails the Tea Party.  This will either force the Republicans into falling into being a regional party faster or to change their politics.

Knock-on effects.  Canada is purely an Atlantic and Arctic nation.  Her diplomacy will change.  She may reach out to the EU then.  The portion of Quebec which voted against seceding from Canada countersecedes again from New Brunswick when it publicly states its trying to join the US.  What this new enclave is called, I have no idea (Saint Lawrence?  Laurentia?).  Ungava and this new enclave are two new provinces.  This brings the total of Canada 5 provinces and 3 territories.  Canada becomes even more Ontario centric.

However, this all assumes Manitoba doesn't come along for the ride with the three western provinces.  If she does, then the outcome for Canada could be worse.  I can see a remote possibility Nunavut, Yukon, the NW Territories, Ungava (maybe) and Greenland might make common cause.  It'd be an odd and interesting country to arise if so.  And that wildly unlikely thing happened, you'd see Ungava split again and Ontario, Southern Ungava (or whatever the Cree name would be), a land corridor to Labrador & New Foundland plus their new enclave in ex Quebec being all that's left of Canada: that'd do really weird things to its economy...and make them even more friendly to Americans (note sarcasm tag).



So, Canada, be glad there were not 60k more votes for Quebec.  America, lament the chance to completely screw with the world order.  again.  Quebec...well, most of you are probably more Canadian now than ever.  So be glad. 

Friday, March 20, 2015

General Curtis LeMay and General Thomas Power Get Their Orions

It turns out the Orion Project was closer to happening in some ways than has been publicly acknowledged. It seems if not for McNamara's people, the US Air Force was going to push through building a fleet of Orion spacecraft. At the center of it all was the ever infamous Generals Curtis LeMay and Thomas Power. Power went as far sign off on a requirement for a 'Strategic Earth Orbit Base' and LeMay pushed the civilian leadership of the US Air Force to get Orion added to the 1962 USAF budget for the tune of $1.36 Billion. As much as my space cadet side sorta wishes for it, the adult side of me is glad the Secretary of the Air Force Zuckert killed it and he did so because McNamara would have been against it.

 That does make for an interesting what-if.

Let's say right after the Cuban Missile Crisis, McNamara gets hit by a car in DC.  He's dead.  

LeMay takes another crack at after McNamara is dead.

We'll handwave he gets it.  We also handwave in the exception to the Partial Test Ban Treaty the US attempted to get for propulsion.  Even so, the probable outcome of Orion getting funded in 1963 is it gets cancelled around 1968.  Nixon comes on and, well, problem.  They honestly need a decade worth to get an Orion working.  This would probably end up like the MOL or Dynasoar.

LeMay would probably want to at least get a flight out before he retires.  That took place in 1965.  However, that was due to his hostility with McNamara who is in this Alternate Time Line (ATL) now dead.  LeMay was initially a supporter of Nixon, so its possible with the different SecDef, LeMay could skip over the stupidity of running with Wallace and end up keeping his job for a time at least.

Even so, I bet he'd push for a first launch of an Orion in 1968. This would probably end up something like the 880 ton version.  It becomes a space station, America's first.  If it were up to me, I'd dump the propulsion module and let it fall into the Pacific.  300 tons of spacestation would be rather impressive.  The ISS masses about 450 tons and Skylab was about 100 tons.  It would be imaginable the space station would have twice the volume of Skylab.  It would probably need a reboost or risk coming back into the atmosphere.    The second Orion launch in 1972 of the full size (4,000 ton) version does the reboost.

With the launch of the 4,000 ton Orions, we see a new Orion launched each year from 1972 to 1978 and one last in 1981 (unmanned as a cargo haul, redesigned to larger mass as a one off).  The militarized Orions would carry 12 orbital bombardment missiles of roughly the equivalent of the Polaris missile (call it 30 tons).  Each of these would have 10 warheads.  The remaining payload would have sufficient supplies and whatnot for 10 years of operation without resupply for the crew of 16 (open ended life support, about the best we could do at the time, requires 10 lbs/per person/day).

However, Orions cannot be left in LEO.  They would be extremely vulnerable to a nuclear strike.  This means placing them out at one of the LaGrange Points.  L-1 is easiest to get to.  So they go into a Halo Orbit at the L-1 point.  Crew cycling would take place every year.  An Orion would come down to LEO to dock with the space station.  The 'acclimated' replacement crew would have been ferried up by 5 Saturn IBs.  The crew rotating out would ride back down to the surface on the Apollo capsules.  This would continue until an alternate Space Shuttle was developed. Given what we got from the space shuttle OTL, we'd probably see the USAF purchasing a total of 5 of them.  These would compliment the 5 for NASA.

Five missions per year would be to the space station for personnel exchange for the Orions.  Another five missions per year would be to reboost and resupply the aging space station. 

With Carter or whomever takes over ultimately from the Nixon/Ford era, the Orion Program gets cancelled.  Or rather new built ones do.  The last three Orions built get retasked to be NASA spacecraft and unarmed.  Prior to handing over to NASA, they do a supply run for the other Orions at the L-1 point.  This would extend the Orion mission to 1992 minimum.   However, when the resupply run is done, it is acknowledged the Orions will need to be decommissioned in 1992.

While there is a study and the beginning of a replacement done under Reagan - the Strategic Offensive Initiative - it gets canned by 1989 without building much hardware.  Edward Teller had argued to place advanced weaponry on the Orions such as lasers and whatnot to counter the Soviet nuclear arsenal.  He thought the next generation Orions could be built as strategic defense as well as offense.  This muddied the waters and the program objectives and as the Cold War drew to a close, very few were interested in flying new Orions.

In 1992, the Orions were decommissioned.  The Bush administration used the 500th Year Anniversary of Columbus' discovery of the Americas to do so in a spectacular war.  Starting in 1988, Bush negotiated their withdrawal and the ban of nuclear weapons in space.  NASA was tasked with reusing the Orions.  These were not to be used as manned spacecraft, but rather as the first interstellar unmanned probes.  The first four Orions would launch off to Alpha Centauri (133 years to arrive), Barnard's Star (187 years), epsilon Eridani (330 years) and tau Ceti (400 years).  The fifth weaponized Orion was stripped of its thrust plate and its pulse bombs transferred to the NASA Orions.  It remained in place at the L-1 point as a space station and refurbished to that end (christened Columbus Station). 

The actual nuclear weapons we deweaponized and transported back to Earth under treaty obligatory supervision.  Under the treaty the plutonium was rebuilt as pulse bombs for the NASA Orions under Russian observation.  This would provide enough fuel for another two full loads.  However, it was agreed after this, nonnuclear or rather non-plutonium using propulsion would have to be used.

In the mean time...

NASA in 1980 used one of its Orions to build the first permanent Moon base similar to Operation Deep Freeze.  The last three Saturn Vs were not put out to pasture or used for Skylab, but to supply the Orion's mission.  After the initial push a base of 40 people was regularly resupplied from Earth.  The base, at the lip of the Shackleton Crater near the south pole has grown and is still operational today.  However, after 1982, no Orions were involved in the base.

On 1982, the two manned NASA Orions launched on their first mission to Mars.  Two carried carried 250 ton crewed landers (and 500 tons of fuel for another landing and take off: they were chemical rockets) which had been brought up by the unmanned Orion in 1981, the last retasked, rebuilt unmanned Orion.  These landers were SSTOs...Martian SSTOs, much easier than on Earth.  Six sites were surveyed on the first mission.  The famous picture of the astronaut saluting the Viking probe and the associated group picture of the 20 astronauts around it became quite famous.

The second Mars Mission took place in 1984.  It followed a similar pattern to the first mission, surveying another six sites.  A third mission took place in 1986 doing likewise.

In 1988, Operation Ares was launched and built a Martian base.  This was done near the Valles Marineris.  An 800 ton unmanned cargo lander was dropped from one of the Orions and the other brought another 200 ton unmanned lander as well.  The crewed lander put down and they spent the next 3 months building out the base.  A crew of 20 was left behind for the next two years.  It would be the last time both Orions would go to Mars.  Resupply missions to Mars would take place every two years, but one only have one Orion at a time.  The last Orion run to Mars would be in 2001.  The Mars base was semi self sufficient at that time and supported by other means for the rest.

In April 1993, the second Orion would embark for Jupiter for a 18 month mission (galileo flew in 1982 on time).  Landings would take place on three of the Galilean Moons: twice on Europa and once on Callisto and Ganymede.  A second expedition would be mounted in October 1996. And a final one in 2000.

The last mission for the Orions would be to Saturn.  It was a stretch.  They launched in 2005.  They would land on Titan and Enceladus; however, the crews were much smaller than the Mars or Jupiter missions, totally only 12 each.  The Orions would return to earth in 2008 where they would be decommissioned at Columbus Station.  Their thrust plates would be destroyed under treaty obligation.  The rest habitable sections of the ships would be remodeled and used as part of Columbus station.

Since there was no good replacement for them in the near term, it would not be until 2038 when the first laser implosion fusion powered ships were launched until their capability was replaced.

The Lunar Base by their end had an international population of about 1,000: multiple nations were landing and using the lunar base for science and exploration.  There are no native selenites.

Mars has a population of 203.  OTOH, there are three native born Martians.