“A laudable sci-fi yarn that’s both irreverent and relevant.”Kirkus Reviews
Meet Pat McGewan-X04. Pat is a Patriot who spends his days watching robots build cubicles for corporations that keep getting blown up by those pesky terrorists in the soon to be won, we’ve got them on the ropes, 232nd year of the War on Terror. He’s content in his world of mediocre corporate coffee, vid-link chats with his wife who the government discourages him from ever meeting in person, and an endless barrage of travel bans, terrorist attacks, and never-ending nightly news emergency broadcasts.
But everything changes when a freak car accident puts Pat in the national spotlight. One minute he’s a hero for being the sole survivor of this week’s most recent terrorist attack, (but not long enough to get a commemorative coffee cup with his face on it before the next attack happens). In the next minute, the nation’s most vitriolic talking head has branded Pat the greatest threat to truth, justice, and stockholder profits — and the manhunt begins!
Pat has to decide between fighting the corporate-controlled media and possibly losing his life or giving in to his Academy training and lose his soul and possibly any hope of ever getting a decent cup of coffee. Welcome to LIFE in the 23rd Century: an absurd, light-hearted dystopian future to distract you from your horrific dystopian present. Brought to you by the makers of prescription Chillaxafed.
Jason R. Richter writes humorous dystopian adventures with a touch of real-world cynicism.
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Don’t dump the cargo – I paid for it fair and square with money I stole!
And so begins the saga of Jack Marber, former Special Assault Marine and his alien band of traders as they cross the galaxy doing the only job that doesn’t leave them homeless.
“I need eyes and ears in every system that would benefit the Federation. One way to do that is for the Free Traders of this universe to work for me…”Nathan Lowell
Nathan has a mission and is willing to pay handsomely for Jack’s time. If only Jack will represent the Federation that kicked him out of the service for what was Jack’s fault.
He’s not sure they should trust him, although he likes it.
His two-legged Yollin partner is trying to learn the English side of the Galactic Common language, but that doesn’t always work out so well.
Adina is a member who Nathan wants on the team. No one is sure of her, not even Adina.
A storm is rising and the misfits of the Fortitude have no choice but to fight it.
The Shadows have been blooded and survived. There was no time for celebration as their next mission came upon them like a gangster in the night.
Or missiles out of the blue.
Captain Jack Marber, the Yollin Tc’aarlat, and Adina Choudhury take the ICS Fortitude to the moons of Taglen. They have to figure out what’s going on before they can fix it, all the while they are the target of an unknown entity who wants them dead.
No matter the cost. As Tc’aarlat might say, “Don’t put all your eggs in one bastard.”
Slave traders, murderers, thieves, and con men find themselves in the crosshairs of the Shadows. Join the misfits as their intelligent ship rockets them into the middle of it all.
Following a slew of dangerous missions, the Shadows are looking forward to an easier assignment – conveying official condolences to the mourning monarch of an allied planet.
They should be so lucky.
How far would you go to mourn a lost love?
Twisted by grief, the queen has tasked her top scientists with finding a cure for death itself, so that no one else must suffer like she has. But, when the cure is accidentally unleashed upon the world, her subjects discover there are some fates worse than death.
Add to the mix a trio of unruly hawk chicks, a movie-mad android, and a stonemason with an unhealthy obsession with sledgehammers – and you’ve got a mission the team would gladly exchange for a return to the front line.
The Shadows are back and on a personal mission to clear Tc’aarlat’s name.
A two-legged Yollin, a pariah to his parents. The Gan’barlo crime family has been a thorn in his side since he came of age and tried to make his own way. When he was forced to choose one family over the other, he found that he didn’t like either and left the planet Yoll.
But you can’t ghost your family. It’s time to go home and deal with both. Captain Jack Marber is behind Tc’aarlat all the way as they return to their crewmember’s home to set things right.
On a sad note, Tom Dublin passed away before he finished book 4, but he was able to produce the outline for Book 4 which we wrote for him. We (LMBPN Publishing) are donating one hundred percent of the profit from these books to Tommy’s family.
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A lifetime dreaming about a visit to Antarctica and South America was to be realised in 2020. After 18 months of planning the anticipation and excitement levels were high as tourists entered the aircraft for Argentina, both were relaxed and looking forward to what lay ahead. Five days into the trip and one day before entering the boat for the Antarctica adventure it all suddenly changed. Travel restrictions and border closes began in response to the World Health Organisation’s declaration that COVID-19 was a world pandemic. A time of uncertainty and confusion faced decision makers. Understandingly countries were looking after themselves and their citizens, tourists concerns relegated in importance. The race was on to escape from the isolation of Ushuaia on the Southern tip of South America to a main international airport and then back to Australia. In this book Jane N. Hughes provides a personal insight into experiences she and her husband faced as fleeing tourist in this unusual situation.
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GEORGE MANLEY political novice and computer hacking entrepreneur, runs for US President and wins-The public, and his family don’t know he’s a cross-dresser appearing as his twin sister “Georgia.” Using his hacking skills SHE saves the US from a Russian plot, risking his being “outed” and losing his family and the Presidency. This fast paced, farcical, quirky comedy takes you to the heart of the presidency and one man’s struggle for the White House, to save America, and for personal acceptance.
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The West Yorkshire village of Throgley had absolutely nothing going for it, especially when compared to its illustrious neighbouring villages of Wormhole and Boggett. Then the village was bequeathed funds from a local multi-millionaire to build a public convenience in memory of his name. The lavatories, the Sir Jerrold Wainwright Memorial Public Convenience, immediately known affectionately, and appropriately given its function, as ‘Jerry’s’, was quite magnificent. It was to bring riches to the village beyond its wildest dreams. It also brought, along with the riches, Jerry’s commissionaire ex-Regimental Sergeant Major Horn. At which point things began to go pear-shaped.
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Here I am, out scavenging again, risking my life for junk, trying to do justice to the title of texplorer that was shoved on me six years ago.
What a colossal shame!
The fifth day of my second week-long expedition has already come and I’ve got nothing to show for it yet.
But, today I’m gonna catch something; perhaps a wireworm, a teen opticat, or maybe a limping magneticrab (healthy ones are furiously fast!) if I wander closer to a body of water.
Otherwise, I’ll just admit my uselessness and gather some immobile techforms on the last day as usual, so I don’t return to Mount Offline completely empty-handed.
No, better think big. Maybe I’ll wrangle a helibison and bring my first techbeast parts back home. Yeah, that would raise some eyebrows. But… nah, I won’t even try tackling a helibison. No skill and no cogs for that. I’ll probably stick to whatever I can capture with my net pole, or it’s just gathering Coulomb’s anemones, ion lilies, byteweed and the occasional lichenized transistor again.
But today, I hunt.
It’s been a few hours since I’m traversing that particularly quiet part of the Tech I chose to rest at last night. It’s fairly close to the Barren Trail that used to connect Mount Offline with the other settlements… when there were other settlements.
A sound interrupts my daydreaming and I make a quick mental note to suppress that habit of living in my head while out in the Tech. As I turn my gaze, I notice something.
There! Movement. I freeze where I stand and hope the technocreature hasn’t noticed me yet. I slowly turn my head towards a byteweed bush in the distance that just trembled.
Lucky! It’s a Faraday fox!
Hiding behind the bush, I can make out its quadrupedal body, the randomly spread LEDs on its back and that characteristic tail with its single, rotating white light, now unmoving and dark; a sign it’s not in an alerted state.
Suddenly, the creature turns around and three mechanical eyes fall on me. Yeah, three eyes mean it’s a Faraday fox alright, but now its tail has lit up and it’s running for it!
I give chase. Today it’s my lucky day. The fox runs towards the Barren Trail, so there’ll be less and less space to hide or slip away. I might actually do this!
The fox is fast and just large enough not to fit in my techling net pole. Hunting something big enough not to be considered a techling exhilarates me, but celebrations gotta wait because I’m gonna lose the fox if I don’t act fast.
I take out one of my EW batteries to use as a pulse grenade. A single battery holds enough juice for my electroweak pulse bracer to protect me from the Tech’s invisible nasties for a day, but a Faraday fox in the bag is countless times more valuable.
Something inside me stops me from throwing that EWP grenade. It’s too strong; it might disable the fox altogether. Trying not to take my eyes from the spinning light on the fox’s tail, I take out the half-used battery from my bracer and replace it with the fresh one I was about to throw. I arm the battery with one hand and… I almost stumble on something. Junk!
I regain my pace as fast as I can; I’ve lost half a step but now I’m ready to throw. I just hope the battery I’ve been using since yesterday still has enough juice to disorient the fox without… killing it, I guess.
I throw and… it’s a hit! The fox slows down, it’s tail-light goes black and I’m on top of it in a split second.
I kneel down, towering above it. I put one hand around the fox’s neck and the other over its face, covering digital eyes that look up at me.
Check out Technodiversity, a fresh science fiction adventure that combines a sophisticated narrative in the vein of traditional sci-fi classics with breathtaking action, whirlwind romance, and spunky humor.