“It is poorly preserved,” Dr. Angg said. “The slackness of the jaw, the orange tinge of the skin— you’d think even a hundred years ago the curators could have done better.”
I said nothing. Angg was the Imperium’s leading expert in xenobiology and off-world artifacts. We had found the alien head in among old displays in the museum’s archive. There were many relics of humanity’s early, freebooting days in interstellar space in the vaults. There were alien weapons, and strange religious artifacts, and more than a few trophies of the vicious wars of that era. Angg and I had already examined a collection of Te’measkini scalps, gathered by the members of the Fifth Punitive Expedition. It was gruesome stuff, and offensive to modern sensibilities. Inclusion of multitudinous species was now Imperial policy, and we had been charged with cleaning out the collection.
“How do you think it died?” I asked Angg.
“Probably a victim of the Rilhalan War,” Angg said. “The species looks correct. Huge beings, they were—doubtless the head was taken as a trophy, and the body left to rot.”
“A lot you know, buddy,” the head said, as it sprouted spidery legs and scuttled off.
So, we are two episodes into Season Seven of Game of Thrones, and I feel the urge to speculate on the ultimate endpoint of the series. Perhaps this is premature; it is almost certainly foolhardy, from a critical standpoint. It smacks of hubris; it reeks (no pun intended) of chutzpah.
Well, maybe. Speculations do sometimes turn out to be accurate. More than accurate, though, they are fun.
Dany is never going to be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. That would be a disappointingly straight-line narrative, and Benioff, Weiss and Martin are all too canny a set of writers to give us that. They are certain to monkey-wrench that story-line into oblivion. One way or another Dany will be turned aside from that path and that destiny, to find another. A better destiny? Hard to say, since Martin has already said that the end of the Song of Ice and Fire will be ‘bittersweet’.
The Night King is going to win– at least in Westeros, where Dany’s vision of a ruined Red Keep will come true. I suspect he’s going to destroy the Wall at some point, somehow overcoming the magical protections built into it. This will probably be the Season Seven cliffhanger. Winter will spread over Westeros and millions will die. Dorne may escape and maybe the Free Cities as well, but it will snow in Volantis and even Meereen.
Dany and Jon will hook up for a poignantly short time. Jon will die again, probably after giving Dany the son she wants, the true Stallion Who Mounts the World.
Jon may or may not learn of his heritage. It almost doesn’t matter at this point.
Thousands of Westerosi will flee to Meereen and the other cities on Slaver’s Bay, which will become a warm refuge against the winter. Changes in climate will bring abundant rainfall back to the region, and it will enjoy a rebirth.
Drogon alone will survive the Winter War, but since dragons are hermaphroditic, she/he will still be able to lay new eggs and hatch a new generation flying flame-throwers.
When Jon dies he may see Ygritte again. This could just be the sentimental slob in me.
Jaime will kill Cersei. Or Tyrion will do it. Or Dany. Or Drogon. Or the fifth Dothraki on the left. I don’t really care, so long as someone snuffs the bat-fuck bitch.
Jaime will probably kill himself after Cersei’s death.
Tyrion and Sansa may decide getting married to each other wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
Tyrion and Sansa, on the other hand, may die poignant deaths just as they realize they love each other.
Tormund and Brienne are probably going to die poignant deaths, too, although Brienne will probably spend the last few minutes of her life rolling her eyes at Tormund.
Grey Worm and Missandei, of course, are utterly doomed. They may have the poignant death market cornered.
Assuming she lives, Sansa will advise Queen Danerys in Meereen.
Arya will survive and defend Meereen with her stealthy powers. The showrunners don’t dare kill her. There’d be rioting in the streets.
Dany’s grandkids will reconquer Westeros with hordes of dragons, zeppelins, incendiary ammo, and fuel-air bombs. I’d pay HBO’s full price to see that series.
That’s enough wild-eyed speculation for now. Once we have a few more episodes for Season Seven in the bag I may refine these. Or add others. The sky’s the limit, actually.