Sci-FiTy1972: Blog

Most people imagine recruitment as a moment.

A speech.
A decision.
A dramatic turning point.

In reality, recruitment is rarely loud.

It happens in quiet rooms.
In late-night messages.
In moments where someone realizes that being capable and being chosen are not the same thing.

What defined this early phase was not power.
It was restraint.

Every individual brought into the fold was evaluated for something harder to measure than skill: how they handled weight. Not physical weight. Responsibility weight. The kind that doesn’t show up in metrics, but shows up in hesitation, in second thoughts, in the moments where someone chooses not to act even when they could.

The system did not look for those who wanted control.
It looked for those who understood cost.

That distinction matters.

Because force is easy to teach.
Judgment is not.

Those who entered were not given certainty. They were given proximity. A chance to feel how close power actually sits to failure. How thin the margin is between protecting and becoming something else entirely.

Some people declined.
That was respected.

Some people stepped forward.
That carried weight.

This phase was never about building an army.

It was about discovering who could carry the future without trying to own it.

History often celebrates the battles.
It rarely records the moments when people decided not to become what the universe expected them to be.

Those moments are quieter.

They are also more important.

— End Record

I’m releasing this opening arc close together to let the foundation breathe the way it was written, some arcs will move faster, some slower. This story is growing organically, and I appreciate everyone walking it with me.

When I decided to share early chapters across several of my ongoing stories, it wasn’t about speeding things up. It wasn’t about chasing numbers. And it definitely wasn’t about cutting corners.

It was about something much simpler.

It was about people.

Writing, for me, has always been about connection before completion. Stories don’t begin when the final chapter is posted — they begin the moment someone else feels something because of words you put into the world.

When I released those early chapters, I did it with a little hesitation. Not because I doubted the stories, but because I respect the process. I believe in letting stories breathe. I believe in letting characters grow at their own pace. And I believe that meaning matters more than momentum.

So I took a small risk and invited you into that space early.

What I didn’t expect was the response.

Several of you reached out — not to ask for more, not to rush me, not to critique — but simply to say thank you.

Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for trusting us with early access.
Thank you for letting us be part of the journey.

Those messages meant more than you probably realize.

They reminded me why I write the way I do.

I don’t see stories as products. I see them as conversations. I see them as shared experiences. I see them as something we build together. One chapter, one reaction, one quiet moment of recognition at a time.

Growth is exciting. Momentum is encouraging. But neither of those things matter if they come at the expense of meaning.

I never want to short-change the process.
I never want to rush what deserves time.
And I never want to forget that behind every download, every bookmark, every message, there’s a real person giving me something far more valuable than a click.

They’re giving me their time.

So if you were one of the people who wrote to say thank you, please know this:

I heard you.
I appreciated you.
And you reminded me that I’m not just telling stories, I’m sharing a journey.

The chapters will keep coming. The worlds will keep expanding. The characters will keep growing.

But what matters most to me is that we’re walking that road together, not racing to the end, but actually being present for the story as it unfolds.

Thank you for being part of that.

Not just as readers.

But as fellow travelers.

Hey friends,

With the upcoming snow event on the way, I wanted to do something small but meaningful for everyone who’s been walking this journey with me.

I’ve gone ahead and posted some early chapters.

Not because of an algorithm.
Not because of pressure.
But because stories are meant to be shared, especially when the world slows down a little.

If you’re snowed in, stuck inside, or just looking for something to sink into while the weather does its thing, I hope these chapters give you something to escape into, something to feel, and maybe something to think about.

My stories about more than sci-fi.

They are about responsibility.
About love under pressure.
About what we choose to build when the future shows up early.

Thank you, sincerely — for reading, for supporting, and for being part of this. Whether you binge a few chapters or just dip in for a scene, I’m grateful you’re here.

Stay warm. Stay safe.
And I’ll see you in the next chapter.

— Sci-FiTy1972

This story has grown in a very organic way. What started as a single idea has become a living world, and as I’ve gone deeper, I’ve realized some early chapters needed to evolve with it. So you may see a bit more frequent posting for a while as I lay down a stronger foundation.

Some arcs will move faster. Others will take their time. That’s intentional. I refuse to rush this world or cheat the characters or us out of the depth it deserves.

I’m just a regular Midwest guy who loves his family, believes in earned trust, and happens to love good science fiction. This story carries all of that. Thanks for walking it with me.

More soon. The long road is just getting interesting.