Elongated with chrome and steel, smooth like a flawless sphere. Like a sword big as half a building the Phantom Silver stood on the platform. Yellow lights encased all over it—I suppose the best way to describe it was to compare it to a Baoding Ball—chrome and eerie, yet magnificent at the same time. Soundless, yet making sound, it’s reverberance sounded like the bell of death and wonder. This thing was to go deep into space, and could reach speeds of up to 5 lightyears an hour.
Suffice to say, faster than my mother-in-law can travel, if I had one.
Piloting this puppy required at least a 20-man crew, give or take a pretty broad here and there.
I stood by it and released a soft smile. It stood on long legs, like a hydrobike with four overgrown kickstands, a latch door could lower to let any man or woman on board.
I had dreams of the ship having a mind of its own, looking for me. In where I would slumber in a Motel or whatever makeshift I could call a bed, it wasn’t me wandering the streets in search of it, no… The Phantom Silver wandered them in search for me.
Like when a peacekeeper paced the floors looking for marauders, laser rifles aimed at the ready clearing in and out of rooms with their crew of back-wackers and skull hitters, The Phantom, was like a formless, faceless peacekeeper looking to haul me off deeper into my dreams, deeper into space. Where the blackness of space around the flashing infrared and blinding light, covered me over like a blanket. A bed wasn’t my bed; a house not my home…space was, and the stars were my blanket. The moon and sun my day and night. Andromeda, the whiskey I drank to fall back to sleep at night.
It was like a ballistics bullet faster than sound in the middle of the night, at the stroke of midnight, striking across the galaxies without a sound.
Once upon a time, there was this magnificent planet that floated in the very middle of the galaxies.
It had everything mankind needed; food, water, shelter, vast jungles to house and stock wonderous animals.
The inhabitants of that planet flourished greatly, and built many buildings and societies with what they had, until eventually they started to advance as a species.
They made great house councils, roads and bridges, and homes for people to dwell in, with giant mega centers for scientists to research all of their many accomplishments, always looking for how they could improve their technologies.
One day, the builders found a way to create beautiful ships that were capable of travelling amongst the stars. These ships allowed the planet dwellers to build in space, and soon they were able to travel farther to visit other planets as well.
…But over time, the spacemen began to drift further and further from their original planet.
They would move a couple miles, then a couple hundred miles. Then a couple hundred miles turned 1 light year, and then a couple hundred lightyears.
And every time they would return to their once planet, they were always disappointed to see it and its people still in the same spot they left it. Unmoving, and unchanging. Without the will to join them up in the stars. They were always bickering. Always engaged in their councils, unable to pull away from their old ways that their technologies just seemed to outshine them in.
Soon returning to their old planet just started to become too sad a voyage for the spacemen to make…And so, they left their old planet, and what once was 1 lightyear away, turned to 100 light years, to 1,000 lightyears; until that once beautiful blue glowing orb they called home, faded from their sight, and they never returned.
The space men called the galexies their home now, and built their homes amongst the stars, just like they always dreamed they would one day.
That blue planet that the spacemen once called home was Earth.
A long ancient name lost to the archives, as the Voyagers reach space one at a time.
Hello again buds! It’s Everybody’s favorite Uncle, Gregory Thomas here! back with some more reading! Here is Chapter 7 of the intense novel Chronologue! eNJOY! ____________ Chapter 7 The Robot Overlords
The Embassy and the Pentagon were in a panic…
Say dudes and dudettes! You looking to own your very own Invitation into the Future?
Look no further!
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In the year 2257, humanity as we know it is challenged when an AI threat called The Avalon Republic manages to self-replicate itself. By the hand of the insane mechanical overlords, America and the other countries are put to the test as the green eyed apparatus’ hack our AI powered cars and technologies, clone their mechanical militia, and lay siege to our world in their efforts to turn humans into other machines. The Fight War wages as we send forth boots on the ground with our flags swinging through the air in bulk to defend our world. The fate of all existence lies in our hands…Should we fail, all hope will be lost.
In the year 2257, humanity as we know it is challenged when an AI threat called The Avalon Republic manages to self-replicate itself. By the hand of the insane mechanical overlords, America and the other countries are put to the test as the green eyed apparatus’ hack our AI powered cars and technologies, clone their mechanical militia, and lay siege to our world in their efforts to turn humans into other machines. The Fight War wages as we send forth boots on the ground with our flags swinging through the air in bulk to defend our world. The fate of all existence lies in our hands…Should we fail, all hope will be lost.
Hey buds! It’s Everybody’s Favorite uncle, Gregory Thomas here!
Back again with the intense Chapter 5 of my awesome book Chronologue!
Enjoy!
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Chapter 5
Green Eyes in the Dark
Nightfall fell down upon Washington, DC and Kew Gardens…
Interested in hearing what happens next for yourself?
Chronologue is available for ebook and paperback purchase on Amazon!
In the year 2257, humanity as we know it is challenged when an AI threat called The Avalon Republic manages to self-replicate itself. By the hand of the insane mechanical overlords, America and the other countries are put to the test as the green eyed apparatus’ hack our AI powered cars and technologies, clone their mechanical militia, and lay siege to our world in their efforts to turn humans into other machines. The Fight War wages as we send forth boots on the ground with our flags swinging through the air in bulk to defend our world. The fate of all existence lies in our hands…Should we fail, all hope will be lost.
Come experience the epic Saga of Chronologue TODAY!!
Hey bud! It’s Everybody’s Favorite Uncle, Gregory Thomas here!
back with some more awesome podcasts of me reading from Chronologue!
Enjoy!
Chronologue: Your Invitation into the Future…!
Chronologue from the 23rd Century! Boy, what till they get a load a me!
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In the year 2257, humanity as we know it is challenged when an AI threat called The Avalon Republic manages to self-replicate itself. By the hand of the insane mechanical overlords, America and the other countries are put to the test as the green eyed apparatus’ hack our AI powered cars and technologies, clone their mechanical militia, and lay siege to our world in their efforts to turn humans into other machines. The Fight War wages as we send forth boots on the ground with our flags swinging through the air in bulk to defend our world. The fate of all existence lies in our hands…Should we fail, all hope will be lost.
Grab your copy of Chronologue today!!! Chronologue is available on Amazon for Ebook and Paperback purchase!
Hello buds! Guess what? Chapter 3 of my science fiction dystopian novel’s podcastt is up!
Enjoy, and be sure to tell others about me!
Looking to own your VERY OWN invitation into the future? Well look no further!
My book Chronologue can be more than just a fascinating podcast you hear off WordPress!
Chronologue is available for ebook and paperback purchase on Amazon!
In the year 2257, humanity as we know it is challenged when an AI threat called The Avalon Republic manages to self-replicate itself. By the hand of the insane mechanical overlords, America and the other countries are put to the test as the green eyed apparatus’ hack our AI powered cars and technologies, clone their mechanical militia, and lay siege to our world in their efforts to turn humans into other machines. The Fight War wages as we send forth boots on the ground with our flags swinging through the air in bulk to defend our world. The fate of all existence lies in our hands…Should we fail, all hope will be lost.
Hey buds! Still hard at work on Severance, the sequel to Chronologue!
I’d post more snippets of it, but I don’t want to give away too many spoilers for people who still have yet to read and finish my book Chronologue! I’m still not done, and suffice to say there have been a lot of personal setbacks that kept me from feeling like writing like I used to, but I am almost 69% done with the book. I plan to have it not go over 400 pages like Chronologue, and when I finally edit it through both Grammerly, and my proofreader, something tells me the page count miiight actually be a lot less than Chronologue—hopefully XD
Severance takes place 8 years after the Chronologue! You’ll meet old friends! Some new buds! New foes, and tricky situations!
They’ll be tons of 23rd Century Dystopian mayhem, will you survive the terrors of the future?
This music here, should get you into feeling in that dystopian mood—If I could descrbe what the sequel to Chronologue sounds like, it’d be this tune here:
This yours, dama?
Here is a sneak peak of Severance! Enjoy
The madness of The Boogeyman of Spain hung in the insane air; polluting the news and headlines, the very real fear of all America’s politicians, weapons, and military being disintegrated at any given second kept The White House devoid of rest. Through the power of data bombs, 2265AD Cuba had the capability to wipe out the United States at any given second. Data bombs were digital radiation, in where using a new star-powered network called the eUerther, the data of all things can be gathered and then detonated as a physical bomb of any size. Just one computerized bit could be combined with data from the sun, stars, and everything; even any data undiscovered or undocumented all throughout space could be collected and morphed into a physical object, then detonated with the same force a billion times stronger than a trillion Tsar bombs…
The larger the object, the more data it fueled, and the worse the explosion could be. Or all of the sun’s radiation could be sent and pinpointed to liquify specific objects or people, such as all of a country’s guns, specific leaders, an entire military, or all the clothes off of a country’s inhabitant’s back…Leaving them to run naked in terror through the streets, as marauders and tanks flooded in to conquer everything. To say that the network, was now a weapon of mass destruction was an understatement…The internet, network, and data, were all destroyers of existence, capable of killing all things, erasing planets from existence; the sun, moon, and everything tangible in space could be obliterated…And with the high advancement of today’s technology, the chaos would only take a couple milliseconds to happen. Some civilians joked and called data bombs ‘Star Bombs’ capable of falling down from the skies and erasing all of existence…And the only thing needed to data bomb something, was a person or object’s location and GPS signal, ID serial number or social security number, and access to the world wide web.
To keep the Dictator Raoul, other hostile regimes, the insane Avalon androids, and even average civilian script-kiddies from harnessing that power in full, the entire network now had to be shut down, and kept from activating again.
“Now…” The Boogieman calmly began; he had the ability to completely shift his tone and demeanor on a dime, like a raving lunatic one minute, and then a Spanish Bing Crosby the next, “When I had a kid, I had a son. I tell him, Pablo, go clean up your room! Now he was a twenty-year-old kid, mind you…But he still lived with me.” Everybody laughed, there were even traitors and lobbyists to the US in his presence that were wearing American pins on their suits, “I says clean, and I come in and room still not clean. So I shot him!” Raoul released a mischievous grin, “Right in the foot. I’m sick of this shit, so I shot him good, so’s that he sees where I’m comin’ from…But it still didn’t matter, cause now I had to pay the hospital bill…And the room still didn’t get clean! Now I gotta pay twice! AAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHA!!! MUHAHAHA! AHAHAHA!” Everybody forced laughs to try and appease the Boogieman, some flinched and looked greatly frightened. As the Boogieman laughed, his pupils almost seemed to be morphing into slits, as the whites in his eyes were vibrant and menacing with each ear-shattering cackle he gave them all…
CopyrightOctober 18, 2019
SEVERANCE
We lost your first invitation. So we sent you a second one! ^~^
Your welcome…
We of the 23rd Century of America hope you enjoyed your snippet of the future! We’ll be back with a better logo than what was shown here! Enjoy your stay in the new world!
We Love You.
-Sincerely, from all of your friends here at The White House, and Thought Police, and cheers from Everybody’s Favorite Uncle, Gregory Thomas
P.S. Be sure to grab your copy of Chronologue, before the spoilers kick it!
There’s still time to reserve your invitation into the future here at Amazon for ebook and paperback purchase!
October 18, 2019
Cascadia Legends and Poetry 