I loved a sweet lass and lost her. I grew bitter and reserved, protective of my own. My belligerence thwarted abuse of power. I denied them an easy cover-up. I bellowed my anger to the world. The world screamed back in return: 'We're Mad As Hell and We're Not Taking It Anymore.'
Imagine that you're a mechanical genius--a Steinmetz, a Henry Ford, a Thomas Edison, born in the twentieth century. What direction do your creations take? How do your inventions shape the world?
Our family cleaned up the trashed vehicles left on the streets of Chicago's south side. I cleaned up my act and went to college. Our camping advisor had an ulterior motive. He was the agent for humans on an alien planet. They called it Cottman IV, or Darkover.
Alan missed being killed along with his family by minutes. At nine there was nothing he could do about it. He ran. When offered a place to stay on a farm out west he stuck around. He matured and came to love the life. The life he led was shaped by old Gert, the woman that gave him a place to stay.
It's a straight science fiction story. Simon, the protagonist, woke up alone. Very alone. He could not find another soul so he went back to where he was the most comfortable--the family farm in the Ozarks. There's very little dialog and what may be considered a depression-fuelled break in the story.
I'd grown up on commercial fishing boats. I'd had my leg cut off, gotten shot and damned near killed. After a turn-around that let me salvage a big factory ship things started looking up.
This being the journal of a haunted man. If a nuclear weapon were detonated five miles from where you were at work would you survive?
He has to make some very hard choices. Nosex, Scfi
Romance
Something happened to the world. If you sleep during the dark, you will die. Electricity is no longer our dependable friend. I couldn't take it any longer. I set out to find the reason.
