imagine what you could do with two inventions--an economical fuel cell and a reactionless thruster. Here's my interpretation. It's a thought experiment gone mad...
I was brought up as a good Texas boy in the 60's. I learned to fight back and fight hard. I became a fighter when it all turned to shit. For some of us, Don't Mess With Texas is sucked in with Momma's milk...
I suppose we've all done it--fantasized about various ways and places to retire if we would ever hit that one bit lottery ticket that hits you like manna from heaven. Here's my take on how retiring--and staying busy--might be.
It starts out as a story similar to several others of mine, where a fellow rebuilds a ship into the vessel of his retirement. He finds his wife and they begin to experience the good life. The ending turns the whole thing on its ear.
I was fingered as the oldest male descendant of a railroad baron. The prize was an island near Bangor Maine. The conditions? What the hell was he THINKING?
a wee bit different than my normal fare. A fella gets shat on by lady luck and pulls his head out. Twice. More philosophical than I've ever done before.
An ordinary man gets hit so often by whimsy's slap that nothing seems real or accountable any more. Great wealth is had for the asking and many changes occur in the character's doom. Tony, the protagonist, nearly goes mad as his viewpoint is whipsawed between viewpoints and abilities. I fear that only a reader of the old testament will be able to follow this, but here we go...
with a knuckle to the forehead to CMSIX, I give you a story of a man rescued by aliens from a collapsed building, rebuilt and left with little more than his skin on a primitive planet to live or die. He has a haversack and that's all.
A little profile written for a superhero universe. It hangs together so nicely that I thought I'd publish it on its own. Gamers, make free to use it for a character.
