FiberSteelLet’s talk about genetics. You can’t make a Sci-Fi novel and not show a future that plays with genetics engineering. It’s happening now and it’s a growing industry, there’s all kinds of literature about the ethics of how it should be applied. There are numerous documentaries that weigh in on the topic, most recently the Docu-Series on Netflix unnatural selection. If you haven’t had a chance to watch it, I highly recommend it. Chapter Five: Greener Pastures was written well before the release of the series, however in the chapter I mention how Nobu is moving into the industry of … Continue reading FiberSteel… I mean BioSteel

Chapter Five: Greener Pastures Nobu exited JFK in New York, he had forgotten the density of the noise that orchestrated before him.  His eyes squinted under his sunglasses since he had been sheltered by the sterile 10 hours of flight. He rolled the suitcase through the sidewalk as he thumbed through his phone for the address of the flat his family shared near NYU. He wanted to navigate the subways, but he couldn’t see himself pulling luggage through a location he hasn’t traveled in years. Taxis, Uber and Lyft vehicles pressed up against the curb. He tagged a yellow cab, … Continue reading Chapter Five: Greener Pastures

  Chapter Four: Hole in the Bucket   A hushed orange seeped through clouds and brushed unto them hues of purple and green. James stood on Ava’s deck, his hands fiddled with the keys on keychain until he found the one that slipped into the lock. The door squealed as he gently pushed it open, stepping into a small foyer where her shoes gathered on a rack, others scattered on the ground. Tiptoeing into the living room, past the sofa where she had fallen asleep. The sole of her foot stuck through the plush quilt she pulled over herself. The … Continue reading Chapter Four: Hole in the Bucket

Chapter Three: Rat in a hole  The handle of Heckler & Koch, 9 mm had warmed in his hand. Franc’s fingers had gripped it so many times, but today he couldn’t seem to let it down. He breathed in deeply, pushing deep into his lungs and synching in his diaphragm. His eyes, verdant, pierced down the mark that was pinned 30 yards away. He was so distracted that even the heat caused by the headphones brought his thoughts back on the words that had struck him. Franc remembered the dress Vera was wearing, the beige Christian’s that clicked past him … Continue reading Chapter Three: Rat in a Hole

Suppression of scientific research. Cruel suppression of serendipity. I taught myself how to spell it by saying ‘ram’s say bah no dipity, no doubt’. Just a little bit of info about yours truly. The title actually didn’t come before the book, I found the name earlier this year searching through Pinterest. It’s a novel about what I found through a journey down the rabbit hole. Everyone has a conspiracy theory they toy with. The government is lying to you or Aliens built the great pyramids. It doesn’t matter the theory, it doesn’t matter what you found. What matters is that … Continue reading Bah- ram- dip-ity