“Little Fuzzy” by H. Beam Piper

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   “Little Fuzzy” (1962) by H. Beam Piper is the first book in the Fuzzy Series. It is a charming and original read. It is a story of friendship, imagination and the survival of a species. Prepare to meet the most enchanting creatures ever created in Sci-Fi history! I highly recommend it for first time Science Fiction readers. It’s a great introduction to the genre! I give it five stars.

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The world is a hard place when you’re small and everything else, especially the predators is big!

What is sapience?

The Federation defines it as the ability to talk and make fire, but is that all there really is to it? What happens when you run into a group of creatures that can do neither, is there such a thing as being just barely sapient?

It all begins with a tiny scared “yeek” in Jack Halloway’s shower stall, Little Fuzzy soon realizes that he is onto a good thing, he retrieves his family and they all settle in.

Zarathustra is a Class-III uninhabited planet, and the Chartered Zarathustra Company owns it lock stock and barrel. They developed it, exploited it, and reaped huge profits without any interference from the Colonial Government. Now the Zarathustra Company has teensy problem (one that’s twenty-four inches tall and weighs only twenty pounds to be precise.)

Out of nowhere, prospector Jack Halloway has appeared with a family of Fuzzies, and a great deal of evidence (low Paleolithic tools for instance) that they are more than just cute little animals.

If the Fuzzies are a race of intelligent beings, then Zarathustra III automatically becomes an inhabited planet and the Company’s Chartered monopoly and privileges will be over!

The Chartered Zarathustra Company isn’t going to allow that to happen . . . whatever it takes!

Now the trial of the millennium is on! Will the Zarathustra Company win or will the Fuzzies be recognized as sapient beings?

The fate of the planet, the Company,  and a species hangs in the balance.

Emily

“Green Hills”

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Today I’d like to share a beautiful piece of poetry by one of my favorite Science Fiction writers:

   “The arching sky is calling

 Spacemen back to their trade,

All hands! Stand by! Free Falling!

And the lights below us fade.

 

   Out ride the sons of Terra,

 Far drives the thunderous jet,

Up leaps the race of Earthmen,

 Out, far, and onward yet–

 

   We’ve tried each spinning mote

 And reckoned it’s true worth;

Take us back again to the homes of men

 On the cool, green hills of Earth.

 

   We pray for one last landing

 On the globe that gave us birth;

Let us rest our eyes on fleecy skies

and the cool, green hills of Earth!”

“The Green Hills of Earth”

Robert A. Heinlein

Emily

 

 

 

“Heirs of Empire” by David Webber

 
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   Heirs of Empire: Book Three of the Dahak Trilogy is an excellent read, with an exciting mix of low tech and high tech battle scenes. If you’re not already a fan of Science Fiction, David Webber’s works will convert you. I give it five stars.
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For really tough jobs, Emperor Colin MacIntyre the Frist is your man. The only man in the galaxy to ever stop the genocidal Achuultani in their tracks, he went on to resurrect an empire forty-five thousand years gone.

Colin’s progeny, Crown Prince Sean and Crown Princess Harriet, have been unleashed upon the galaxy and they’re off to an explosive start (literally). A traitor deep under cover within the very heart of the Imperium willing to murder the royal family and three-quarter of a billion’s worth of loyal subjects has programmed their space ship to blow up around them! Taking all the evidence and thousands of lives with it!

Now Sean, Harriet, and three of their friends are marooned a long, long way from home; stranded on a hostile theocratic world of gunpowder and pikes. The Mother Church of that world doesn’t like them very much. In fact, she has just declared them Demons, marshalled the Holy Host and ordered their extermination!

You might think that things look pretty bleak for the kids, but the reality it’s Mother Church that’s in trouble – because Sean and Harriet are chips off of the old block – and they’re about to get angry . . .

Mother Church, Her Priests, and Her Minions better buckle down, they’re in for one Hell of a storm!

Emily

“The Armageddon Inheritance” By David Webber

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The Armageddon Inheritance: 2nd book in the Dahak Trilogy  is the sequel to Mutineer’s Moon. It is excellent, it has several thrilling battle scenes. I recommend it highly even for people who don’t enjoy science fiction.

I give it five stars
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Colin MacIntyre has been tapped for Greater Things;  consequentially his life has been rather stressful lately and he isn’t too sure he likes that.

  • Join NASA and become an astronaut (Check)
  • Win a highly coveted place on a lunar mission (Check)
  • Get kidnapped by the ancient, self-aware battleship, Dahak masquerading as Earth’s Moon (Check)
  • Get drafted as Dahak’s Captain to suppress a five-thousand year old mutiny (Check)
  • Defeat said mutineers who greatly outnumber his forces and who could care less how many innocents the collateral damage claims (Check)
  • Mobilize the entire planet against the attack of an eons-old alien menace dedicated to the eradication of all other intelligent life in the galaxy (Check)

What he doesn’t realize is that’s all been the easy part.

 

Emily

Mutineer’s Moon by David Webber

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Mutineer’s Moon is a fine read in the tradition of space operas.

I give it Five Stars.


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When is the moon not the moon?
When it’s a planetoid-sized battleship in disguise.

The ordinary, predictable life of Lt. Commander Colin MacIntyre, United States Navy, NASA astronaut, is about to take a turn for the worse! Engaged in a routine mission around the moon collecting survey data it rapidly becomes apparent that an unknown entity is intent on collecting him!

Dahak, the self-aware Imperial battleship, underwent a mutiny in the face of the enemy millennia ago. The mutiny was never resolved—Dahak was forced to maroon not only the mutineers, but also the entire crew on the nearest available planet—prehistoric Earth!

Earth is reeling. Terrorism has reached a new, all-time, chilling high. The “unscheduled vacations” of a surprising number of government, industry, and economic leaders, coupled with the use of powerful weapons, far beyond any Human technology, which the top scientists in their fields have been unable to explain has forced people to face one unpalatable fact; a covert war between at least two obviously alien factions has broken out on Earth. Moreover, it has become clear that the winners’ will make themselves known.

One side is operating with care, meticulous planning, economy of forces, and conservation of resources. The other side is operating on a far vaster scale, their actions wide-spread and more often simultaneous rather than sequenced, further they’ve proven that they could care less how many innocent people they slaughter. It’s looking grim for Earth’s huddled masses, who are waiting with baited breath, the second side is kicking the butts of the first side. And if the side that supports the terrorists wins, the planet is in for one hell of a nightmare . . .

Dahak, has helplessly been waiting as the descendants of the loyal crew regressed while the mutineers’ maintained control of the technology that has kept them alive as the millennia passed. Now Dahak’s sensors indicate that the enemy, which devastated the Imperium so long ago, have returned and Earth lies helpless in their path! For the sake of the planet, Dahak must mobilize its defenses, but he can’t do that until the mutiny is put down for once and for all! And Dahak can’t act alone!

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Dahak kidnaps Colin MacIntyre, and now that he finally has a Captain again, Dahak can act. The fate of the Earth hangs in the balance, but the man and the computer have a risky plan; and after all, “he who doesn’t dare never succedes!

Emily

Project Rain God

 

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It was a mote of brightness in the vast ocean of the universe, a chunk of frozen ice tumbling erratically, floating lazily in the dark depths of space. A series of tiny, firefly lights rhythmically winked briefly into existence on its flanks and rear. It slowed and stilled. Turning like a compass needle pointing north, it oriented itself on its target. A bright blossom of flame bloomed, ponderously the asteroid gathered speed, until it was streaking unnoticed towards its objective, a red marble floating closer to the distant sun and a date with destiny. “Surupa launch successful.” Captain Freya Wright announced from the bridge of The Joint Nations Ship Inception.

Long tedious months passed as Surupa sped on its way, the Inception pacing its gigantic charge. Finally the destination shown. First as a faint dot, slowly swelling with pregnant promise, then a huge globe dominating the Inception’s viewer.

“Target profile confirmed. Project Rain God is go.” Commander Joshua Lewis commed from the Forward Observation Platform.

“Acknowledged, Mission Control. Detonating.” Captain Freya Wright replied.

The blast fragmented the asteroid expanding it like the petals of a giant flower. Meteorites showered down, penetrating the thin atmosphere. Friction heated them and they began to dissolve. Dirty white clouds formed. Lightening flashed, thundered rolled, and precipitation began.

“Delivery confirmed.”

“Roger Inception, looking good from Phobos.”

For the first time in aeons, it rained on Mars.

Emily
A Writing Prompt a Day: Write a piece about a meteor shower.

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Camouflage

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The J”Blorat colonists had existed peacefully on the planet for millennia; they occupied a landscape that the dominant sapients had absolutely no interest in and consumed only sunlight. They had the perfect camouflage after all, who would suspect prickly cacti of being alien invaders? The J’Blorat waited patiently knowing that their day would come and they would rule this world. The enemy was already doing their work for them. The Global Warming Plan was coming along quite nicely. The Humans were doomed.

Emily

Sunday Photo Fiction: December 30, 2018

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P.S. Today is National Science Fiction Day! Enjoy!

Customer Service

Customer service had increasingly grown automated with development of prerecorded responses. Now, in this year of 2245 Hahl was only required to show up one day a week to deal with those clients who had refused to give up in frustration at the month-long process of filling out the numerous forms. The tiny cubical was buried deep in the bowels of the mile-square, fifty-story high shopping complex. It was barely large enough to hold a single customer and the handsome young man sitting behind the narrow countertop. “Next!” Hahl shouted touching the button labeled ‘Enter’.

A heavily wrinkled elderly man shuffled through the door in the right wall and up to the counter. He wore a conservative charcoal-grey uni-suit with narrow yellow racing stripes.

“Please stand on the dark square to be scanned.” Hahl requested. Steward’s synthetic personality hummed softly to itself, and then its mellow voice sounded Hahl’s ears. “Customer Actuality Confirmed.” “How may I help you today sir?” Hahl inquired.

“I want my money back! This anti-aging cream has given me a terrible rash.” The old man whined nasally.

Hahl sighed. “Show me the alleged rash.”

The man tapped the button on his collar, everything but his skimpy black g-sting went transparent. An angry bright-red rash covered him from neck to foot. Puffy sores spotting his obese body oozed clear fluid.

“Wow that is one fierce rash cron!” Hahl whistled admiringly. “Got ‘ceipt?”

“Def.” A gnarled hand offered up the crumpled plaxt.

“Are you sure that you want a refund sir?” Hahl asked.

“Sure!” The customer snarled defiantly.

“Kay cron. Link.” “Refund Transferring.” “Cred sent.” Hahl stated.

The old man frowned in concentration. “Cred ‘ceived.” His face relaxed.

“Delivery Confirmed.” An alert light flashed across Hahl’s eyes. “Customer Lifetime Refund Account Exceeded. Activate Button XCD.” Hahl tapped the control panel. “Ultrex-Mart Intra-Solar appreciates your life long loyalty. Please exit to the left.” He smiled politely. The old man trudged through the indicated door. It swung open at his touch, and he lurched forwards. It began to close, and a flash of bright light washed over his form, then flakes of ash and a whiff of charcoaled meat drifted into the chamber. Powerful air-vents swiftly vacuumed them up. “Customer Account Inactivated.” Hahl thumbed the virti-screen. “Next!” The short queue crept forwards.

Emily
Notes:
• Cron is short for crony and has the same meaning as buddy or pal

• Virti-screen is short for virtual screen

 

A Writing Prompt a Day: Write a piece about customer service.

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Dallas 2,693

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“Welcome everyone to Fiction Is Stranger than Truth! I am your host Jer L’wis. Legends are the lies that become truth. Reality always differs from mythology. Historians are generally the only people who have even a glimmer of the grim facts versus the public’s ideation. Several months ago a team of well-respected archaeologists made the find of the century, perhaps even of the millennia! They uncovered a vault containing perfectly preserved 2-D footage from ancient times. We have managed to translate this archaic material to a modern Holie. Today, with pride I announce that the question that has plagued us for generations can finally be answered. Stay coordinated while we reveal the actuality of . . . Who killed J.R.?”

120 Words exactly
Emily

p.s. a Holie is a holographic image (3-D surround) that the viewer can immerse themselves in.

Weekend Writing Prompt #85-“Legend: This week your challenge is to write a poem or a piece of prose in exactly 120 words.

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2018/12/15/weekend-writing-prompt-85-legend/