The Three Hundred

David never suspected that the Ularins targeted him to save the human race.

Blinding White Light

The white orb in the distance is all that was left of home.  Once a thriving population of over three billion people, it was a cold dead rock.  The beacon alerting wayfaring travelers to steer clear of this world was set on automatic. 

Powered by the radiation emitted from the globe, the message would repeat until such a time there was insufficient radiation to fuel it. The message created in all known languages warned of the extreme radiation hazard.

“We set the last of the beacons, what now?”

“We have enough supplies for three months give or take. Did the Ularins leave us anything in the database regarding habitable planets?”

“They wiped all of the information except one-star system.”

“Where is it?”

“300 light-years in that direction,” Bill said, pointing to a small blue dot.

“The binary sun?”

“It is nothing like we are used to.  Two blue stars locked into a death spiral.  Why that star system and not one like ours is anyone’s guess.”

“That is in the handle of the big dipper, isn’t it?”

“Yep.”

“We are looking at an image three hundred years old, for all we know it has collided and is already a supernova.”

“They selected us and brought us to this ship; they must have had a plan,” Bill said.

“They gave us a puzzle and a fighting chance.  We have two hundred and ninety-eight other souls on board; let’s hope one of them has some ideas.”

Bill turned to leave as David sat there looking at the planet, which was no longer blue.  Passing outside the orbit of the moon, the earth appeared much like Venus.  A white dot against the ebony backdrop of nothingness.

The old base on the moon was now vacant, as the last of the Ularins headed out on their next mission.

***

Years before, David had been an advocate for humanitarian groups to eradicate the diseases where the plague had popped up.  There were hot spots created by mass migrations of people who had no food.  Much like the locust that gave them a reason to migrate, they traveled in packs overwhelming ‘civilized society.’ Destroying infrastructure, taking what they wanted before burning it to the ground, they murdered the people who were there before them..

His part of the military focused on finding those responsible and stopping them by any means possible.  Finding the blackened remains of towns, David threw up the first time he saw what was left behind.

Pregnant women had been tortured, their breasts cut off, and babies cut from them only to be eaten.

Young women were taken and raped, men were killed, and children either became slaves or were eaten.  Finding children and babies on spits over what was an open fire shocked them profoundly.  David and his group were disgusted by these animals.  They sought to wipe them from the face of the earth. Society had been pushed to the brink. Those that were pushed, de-evolved into the savages they came from eons ago.  His anger was causing him to de-evolve too.

Lawlessness broke out in every country, and the government ceased to be effective.  Killing its own people by the tens of thousands only sparked outrage by civilized society.  A civil war between the people and the government pitted father against son.

David left the military when his tour was up.  He did not like where it was headed. The fabric of the military broke down when they were forced to use missiles, tanks, and other weapons of war in the suburbs where they grew up.

Turning their weapons on their respective governments, society stopped.

A virus created to eliminate the old and sickly was set loose on humanity. The elite held the formula for the vaccine and kept it a secret.  The virus would remove millions without one bullet fired.  The single strand of RNA, like most unstable viruses, evolved.  The vaccine designed to protect the elite failed.

This virus was a genetic doomsday device.  Created to be thousands of times more infectious than its closest related cousin, it was unstoppable. 

Turning the body’s defenses against itself, those who caught it died a most horrific death.  Much like fish removed from the water and left on the beach to gasp for breath, this was the fate of billions of people, young and old alike.

The earth was languishing in pestilence. Millions were dying every day.  Large fires to eliminate the bodies that were once a weekly occurrence, turned daily.  Massive fires never ceased to reduce the bodies and try to control the plague. Some countries hauled the remains up to active volcanoes, where the earth could devour its own.

The odor of burning human remains only magnified the stench of rotting flesh.  No pocket full of posies would fix this.

What were once a proud people, were now piles of porcelain teeth, titanium knees, and hips, with the occasional golden nugget that was once the pride of someone’s mouth.

The Ularins had been watching from the moon.  Listening to our broadcasts, they had seen it all before.  An intergalactic police force, they waited patiently to see if the humans would evolve.

With the death of so many, so too was the end of any infrastructure to supply food.  Those that would survive would need to be the ‘master race.’

Pulling pages from Joseph Goebbels’s life, the media became the propaganda machine controlling the people through fear, emotional triggers, and hunger. There were still megalomaniacs in the world who believed that some form of equilibrium would occur, and they could swoop in and offer them a solution.

The virus had other ideas.  Science had reached its zenith and fell short of its ability to sustain itself. Those who worked to cure the effects of the illness succumbed to it.

The media let the phrase slip out, ‘A man who does not benefit the world by his life does so by his death.’

Re-writing ancient text to include this aphorism into dogma, had a minimal effect.  Many who had never cracked the sacred book before, had little idea what was original and what had been added as a control mechanism.  History had been erased by those who felt they knew better.

Those that read the text and committed suicide to aid the rest were too few to be of any use. 

Extolling the virtues of abortions through the media, were also too little too late.

Little did those who tried to limit man’s population know that they would need babies.  While supply and demand for resources should equal out, the virus had other plans.

Gang warfare became a nightly occurrence as city after city was torched by the ‘have nots.’ Politicians hoping to capitalize on their votes, lost control and soon became victims of the mob.

As resources became harder to come by, the average age of those that needed to die went down from 70, to 60, and then to 50.

The virus was tweaked again and released on to the world stage.  Younger megalomaniacs took over the development of the virus, the war efforts, and the propaganda.

Children were slaves and forced to work in the fields.  If they wanted to live, they worked from sun up to sundown.

The media dutifully told the world what was wrong, and whose fault it was. Of course, what they were preaching was whatever the elites told them to say.  Government controlled fact-checkers quickly debunked clandestine videos of the truth.

Slavery by non-disabled people was praised as patriotic, even when it meant bringing most of the food to the ivory towers of the gods.

The Ularins paid attention from their base 250,000 miles above the earth. Scouting missions were a constant as even certain media would release reports of UFOs by independent journalists.  The mainstream media used those reports as distractions. 

***

David had worked hard teaching people how to farm.  People who had grown up in front of computer screens were thrust back into an agrarian culture.  He had grown up in Iowa and knew all about Farming.

With the death of the internet, social media lost its control over the masses.  Radio and TV were next to come under assault from the lack of power.

When Samantha, his old neighbor, heard what David was up to, she contacted him via radio, using solar panels and batteries for power.  Traveling home, the two were once again on the same farm. 

He listened from the porch as he heard her inside with pots and pans on the top of the old potbelly stove.  The aroma of cornbread and roasted chicken filled the air.  Sitting on the porch of his parent’s house, the stars were more vivid than he had ever seen them.  Samantha was inside, trying to keep from burning their dinner.

Once the government fell, those who still had weapons put an end to the roving gangs.  It was not only the criminals that did not turn in their guns; it was also the farmers, the people who did not live in the city, and those who knew history.

What the virus did not kill, they did.  It was kill, or be killed. Those that knew how to survive bit their lips and defended what was theirs. 

With no lawyers, judges, or politicians left, the society which survived the plague, and the riots were polite.  It was not uncommon to ride into town and see people with stretched out necks, swinging in the breezes. The law of the six-gun returned overnight. The gang bangers did not know how to react when people fought back. 

The silent majority was silent no more. 

Coyotes from the river sent out their lonely calls. David made sure his livestock was safely in the barn.  Not unlike the roving gangs, the varmints were hungry too and were much more cunning.  David had set traps, as coyotes are nothing more than dogs that are not tame.  Dog meat is edible.

While David was looking up that stars, he had little clue that someone was looking down at him.

***

The roving gangs that were still alive brought their unique diseases with them.  Setting up radio links, the farmers knew their movements.  Assaulting them on their own grounds, there were more piles of bodies that needed to be discarded.

You either provided for the common good, or you died.  Goebbels would be proud.

The population of the planet went from billions to millions to thousands.  The remoteness of the clans halted the spread of the virus.  If they controlled the gangs, the virus would stay at bay.

The rich and powerful became the hunted. People learned the truth about the media, the lies, and what governments had done to them.  Those who were filthy rich became worm food.  Even on their private islands, they were sought out and destroyed for their treachery.  The list of billionaires who played god became the worlds most wanted.  There was not a safe place for them to hide. They had betrayed everyone, even their servants.

Part of the original design of the virus was to sterilize women.  Anti-abortion groups made it too hard to get the population under control.  The designers of the virus had the virus attack the endocrine system, among other things causing the hormones that generally control the fertility process, to stop working. 

New births plummeted before the virus mutated, eventually taking out those who were vaccinated against it.

Distancing on a massive scale would stop the spread but ensure that if they ever traveled too far from their clan, there was mutually assured destruction. Each group had their unique genetic version of the virus.  Their herd immunity only protected them.  They thought that was their answer until the biting insects infected the animals that occupied the skies, and even the livestock.

Another reason for the extreme distance requirement is the virus was airborne.  In order not to panic the masses, the governments of the world did not share that information, using draconian methods to control the spread instead.  If the virus spread, they blamed the population and not the fact that it was airborne.  They missed the mosquito as a carrier. Nobody suspected it until a researcher discovered it while researching other pathogens that seem to be mutating and traveling.

Since it could only be seen under an electron microscope, the researcher that discovered it disappeared before she had time to announce her findings, so the gods thought.

A release from a hand written note made it an underground radio station that informed the public much to the chagrin of the government.  To control the masses they needed to control the flow of information.

This bit of data turned citizen against citizen, which was another distraction from the truth.  There were reasons that the gods did not wear PPE.  They knew it was worthless.

Sterilized and separated, radio from a primitive time allowed some to communicate.  Creating energy from wind, solar, and biofuel, gave some lights, but few knew how to utilize feces as a form of fuel. Even fewer knew how to farm.  These electrical devices had a finite life span. There were no more factories.  If they could not make it, grow it, or steal it, they did not have it.

The gradual demise of the animal called man was in the works.  Those who stayed in the city did not last long.  That is where the gangs stayed until all of the resources had been depleted.  Rats soon were the only living creatures that inhabited the skyscrapers, where the gods used to live.  They carried their own version of destruction.  The bubonic plague followed the rats into the streets, alleys, and gutters where the dead and dying laid, waiting to become food for the vermin.

The gods were massacred by the very people they sought to control.  When the lights went out, and money was no longer useful, their own guards turned on them.  Some gods were tossed off the roof of the 32nd floor for an audience who craved blood.  Anger filled their hearts. After there was no more gods to destroy, they turned on each other.  The streets ran red, attracting more rats to the feeding frenzy.

History was replete with this very behavior, but of course, the history books had been destroyed. They had been labeled as racist, homophobic, and sexist. The gods knew that an ignorant society was much easier to control than one who was educated.  They had learned this from the days before the civil war when it was illegal to teach a slave to read.  The politicians who promoted that law remembered it, and used it without mercy.

A select few gods had their fingers on the buttons of a nuclear arsenal.  If they were going to go, they were taking the rest with them. 

***

With the ability to adapt, very much like a chameleon, the Ularins found the cure for the virus. Inoculated themselves before embarking on their missions, they cured and disinfected all those subjects that were under consideration before abducting them.  From their ship in orbit, the Ularins watched as once brightly lit areas of the globe went dark, they knew the end was near.  From their base on the moon, the noise of the once-bustling world diminished.  That noise is what drew them to this part of the galaxy.  As the radio emissions slowly faded, TV signals were broadcast at diminished power levels, with far fewer signals detected.

Artificial satellites went silent, piquing the curiosity of the Ularins.  Some of the satellites lost their geosynchronous orbit, raining down on the planet below in a spectacle of fireballs.  With the chaos on the streets, nobody even noticed when the international space station lost altitude, breaching the earth’s atmosphere at over 17,000 miles an hour.  Had people been alive on board, they might have been able to warn the people below that there was incoming.  Sadly the occupants had perished from starvation, as there was nobody to send supplies to them.

The fireball lit up the night sky over Siberia before exploding with the force of an atomic blast.  A few in the northern parts of Alaska felt the shockwave but had no idea what caused it.

Sporadic low power communications interested the Ularins, who soon had targets of places to visit.

The time to harvest was near. Their job was clear, find the best and the brightest of the population, and remove them before the extinction event.   They had already found the first two, they needed three hundred total.

Stars

David sat in the control center as people from different countries were educated on the ship’s systems.  The Ularins had developed a virtual teaching tool, much like some of the video games that were produced.  Unlike the video games which used the body’s senses, this tool went right into the neural pathways of the brain, creating synapses and neural pathways as needed.

The humans were unaware that their animalistic instincts for fight or flight were being modified.  Those lower lizard brain functions were responsible for the carnage of that world throughout its troubled history.

Downloading every bit of the earth’s history, the humans were also taught it in painstaking detail. 

The Ularins allowed them to see, feel, smell, and taste the entire history of their world.  From Hitler to the Rape of NanJing, they experienced all of it.  When Vlad the Impaler was part of the lesson, many were shocked beyond belief.  This was the price these three hundred people must pay for their salvation. This was their lineage, their history.  The evil people that they hailed from were responsible for the horrific deaths of millions, and these three hundred saw it all.  The end of the lesson was the creation of the virus and the evil atrocities that greedy people perform for power.

The failure of the education system was directly to blame for the massacres throughout human history.  While the definition of insanity was doing the same thing repeatedly expecting a different result, if they didn’t know history, they could not begin to comprehend why ideologies like socialism would never work. 

David was still ruminating over some history. The PTSD caused by the lesson was healed before the lesson terminated.  The memories would never leave.

Samantha could tell he was deep in thought.    Being healed did not stop one from thinking about what they learned. This method of teaching allowed one to experience all of it with all of your senses.  There was not shutting your eyes or plugging your ears.  The three hundred were to complete their education before being allowed to pilot an intergalactic spaceship.

They realized how evil the gods were.  Their right to vote was never so important to them after they learned why.  They and people like them put some of those gods in their ivory towers.

The importance of their vote never occurred to many, as they were all lost in their little worlds.  That was not their fault.

They were damned sure going to know how this happened. The Ularins would make sure they understood why their race was now on the verge of extinction. They would know why their world was at the beginning of a nuclear winter.

Samantha appeared, breaking David’s trance.

“Are you coming to bed?”

“I don’t know, look where we are.”

“Dave, ever since they took us off the farm, you have had little sleep. You need to rest to stay healthy.”

Dave allowed her to take his hand, leading him off the central control room floor.  Bill took over as she led him away, down the main corridor toward their quarters.

Sitting on the bed, he watched as the moon was much closer. “Look, you can see where their base was.”

Sam looked at the crater, and what was left of the edifice, they lived in.  Removing her clothes, she cleared her throat.  Dave turned around to see that sleep was not forefront in her mind.

Hours later, he awoke with her in his arm.  They were past the moon, headed out of the solar system, or so he thought.

“Can’t sleep?”

Dave looked over at her brushing her auburn hair from her face.  “I slept.”

“Three hours is not much sleep.”

“Why did they pick us?”

“Are we going to have that conversation again?”

“Sam, they put us in charge of three hundred lives.  These are all that is left of the race known as humans.  Surely there are better-qualified people on board to lead us.”

“I think your humility has something to do with why we are in charge.  Are you worried about the supplies and how we are going to survive?”

“That is part of it, we are out here in space, passing by the moon with only this small minuscule part of billions of stars mapped out for us.  Why there?  We are leaving our home in the dust as it were.”

David knew he could go where he wanted, but for some reason, the Ularins had only mapped out this particular region of space.  They did not tell them why.  It was like breadcrumbs in space, leading them to a binary star system. 

The crew was going through the education campaign that was more like indoctrination. The computer downloaded their memories and then added to them.  These would be the brightest and best of the human race.

David and Sam had gone through it first before the others were aboard.  The image of the white flashes from the planet below them still played in his mind.  Someone, several others had thought there could be a winner with nukes.  David did not know that the minuteman defense system was set to automatic.  When an incoming target was confirmed, the system responded in kind.

“I think we can go back and learn more if we need more information.” She said.

“How do you know that?”

“Dave, they made me a kind of doctor.  As we proceed, I have to go back and learn more.  That thing creates these pathways between the hemispheres of our brains. The more pathways the more we can learn.”

“I don’t want another history lesson.”

“We come from pretty shitty people.  They wanted us to know that.  We are capable of great things too, we have to choose.  We can dream wonderful things or we can dream evil things.  Now that we understand the evil, I don’t think anyone who goes through that would pick it.”

“I hope not, I would hate to have a psychopath on board.”

“They will not allow a mentally disturbed person to inhabit this ship.”

“What does that mean?”

“If they are defective we will jettison their body in to space. That teacher is also judge and jury.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“You do now, hope the Ularins picked wisely.”

The beeping sound from the door buzzer brought him back to the present.  Pulling the sheet up over Sam, he dawned a robe and went to the door.

“Bill wants to see you; he thinks he has an idea.”

“Give me ten minutes; I will meet him in the conference center.”

Sam turned over to see him tossing the robe on a chair.  “No time for an encore performance?”

The chuckle caught her by surprise.  “I don’t remember you ever being this amorous on the farm.”

“We were not safe on the farm.  I had to cook as a cavewoman might cook.  No, I was not in the mood.”

“We are in space, we have a limited amount of supplies, and I am still waiting on the crew to be educated before I can plan anything.”

“Do you want to kill my mood?”

Turning to face the bed, he laughed, “no, I have a lot on my mind.”

“I know, once you are on task I don’t stand a chance.”

Jumping back on the bed landing on top of her, they were now facing each other. “I have loved you since we were kids.  We may not have haylofts or swimming holes, but we have a huge ship that even with the others on board, it is like we are the only ones here.”

Brushing his blond hair back away from his eyes, she kissed him again.  “There is an area on the ship that is made for Farming.  I would bet the Ularins got the seeds for such things.”

“Farming takes water. I need to go see Bill; when I am finished I will come back here.”

“Promise?”

Kissing her, he headed to the bathroom to dress and leave before he was distracted once again.

Bill was looking at some charts he pulled up when Dave walked in.

Handing him coffee Dave was wide eyed.  “Where did you get this?”

“One of our crew is now a chef.  She always liked cooking but after her ‘education’ she learned how to use the equipment in the kitchen.  Programming it for humans, out comes coffee.”

“Does this solve our supply problem?”

“Yes and no.  This device uses the same energy that our engines use.  We have to find dark matter, and we have less than three months to do it.”

“Perfect, we have to locate and figure out how to get a theoretical compound within three months, or we all die.  Do I understand that correctly?”

“It is not theoretical; we have storage tanks full of it.  We need to learn how to handle it and more about it so we can speculate about where it might be.”

“That wasn’t in my education, was it in yours?”

“No, presumably, someone on this ship will be a physicist.”

“I hope they turn up fast, the sooner I know where to head, the quicker we can get that part of the puzzle behind us.”

“Our tanks are full, think about that skipper.”

“Shit, that means we make regular trips to the gas station.”

“Bingo, I am betting this stuff is more abundant than we think.”

***

Ok, ladies and gentlemen.  This is where you come in. 

Years ago, I was working on writing more judiciously.  When twitter was more restrictive than it is now, I wrote several chapters of The Saga of the Starduster in tweets.  Stream of consciousness. 

This story you just read is, act one, of a stream of conscious session with the keyboard.

This blog is un-edited and a rough draft.

 If you want an act two, tell me.

If you have an idea for act two, let’s hear it.

What I would like from you is this, do whatever it is you do to reblog or copy or share or what have you.

Since the COVID virus, sales of my novels have cratered.  Now I realize that people are hurting, and that is one reason I am going to create this story on my blog for my followers.

If you can do anything to drive traffic this way, I would appreciate it greatly.  I can even make that little heart sign with my own two little hands.

As a business owner, I am not eligible for unemployment insurance.  I have been frugal with my money, and book sales have assisted in the past.  Too many more months of this, and I don’t know where we will be.  Maybe the Ularins will come to get us.  J

Much love -TW

Bloggers or Boogers?

“What If?”

This is a short blog post on just something I noticed. It is the ‘What if’ that I told you was coming.

Over the years, I have developed a nice following of people such as ‘yourself’ who read what I write, some of you comment and most of you hit like.  When I take the time to go and look at your blogs I find that we are more alike then we are different.

Let me say that again, we have more in common than we do that divides us.

Years and years ago, my uncle piqued my interest in Amateur Radio.  I was five at the time when someone he was talking to was told that I was there visiting with him.  When they mentioned my name telling me hello from ‘New York.’ I was amazed.

I was five.  I had no clue where New York was.  All I knew that it was not anywhere close to Minnesota, where he was at the time.

I remember with crystal clarity the scent of freshly cut hay.  His radio tower was in a field.  The afternoon sun was sinking, and the shadows from the trees to the west crossed the field like vast swathes of darkness over an otherwise golden vista.  As soon as the shadows hit you, the air-cooled off several degrees.  For a child of five from Texas, it was magical.

We listened to many different people that afternoon when we picked up some fellow from Australia.  His accent was so awesome I knew I had to get into this.  I was five.  I know I am repeating it because it is crucial to the story.

At eight, I had taught myself basic electronic theory and by thirteen had my first FCC issued license.  In those days we used tubes and the test was not multiple guess.  You had to know Morse code and oh, by the way, many built their own equipment.

The transmitter I built from old TV parts scavenged from garage sales and a borrowed crystal from a local radio club.  Yes, I got shocked a few times but I am here to talk about it. Hobbies like this are not just for boys.

Also, in those days, there were countries we could not legally talk to its citizens, if we were in some war the Feds could tell you not to use your transmitter.  Our speech was restricted to technical things about the hobby and weather.  ( I think it still is, however, I hear politics all the time.) We could not discuss politics or other things that might tip the enemy off…

The enemy…think about that.

I got into radio to meet you, or people like you, who were like-minded.  I did.  I talked to the kings of countries, which are no longer countries. I have spoken with people from all walks of life from surgeons to bricklayers.

Here on this blog, I speak with many who have a love of writing or reading and telling a story.

Many of you who follow me, are from countries that I would love to visit, Russia being one, Ukraine is another. India is another, which I would love to visit one day.  I cannot mention all of the countries that people live in who read this blog, or write to me, rest assured those communications are probably monitored by all kinds of secret spies looking for Boris Badenov or Natasha.  You will not find Moose and Squirrel on this blog.

If you read my sci-fi books you will find the technical details for building a ‘matter anti-matter bomb.’  You will also learn how to time travel and get from one galaxy to another in months.  Under Roswell holds all the secrets to some of the most powerful weapons of the century.  BWAHAHA!  God, I hope some government buys it just to find out that the computer of the ship is into controlling humans for its own deviant enjoyment.

If you want to learn how to cure cancer, I have that for you too in Saga of the Starduster.  I also tell you the fate of the Earth with the knuckle draggers in charge.  Want to see into the future if we don’t change our ways?  Read my number one bestseller.  Oh, and you also find that you are running around the galaxy in a ship full of nude aliens.

My point and the ‘what if’ is this.  Those of us on this blog, if we could all be in one room together; what do you want to bet we would all get along famously?  I don’t care what country you are in or where you grew up.  I don’t care what race you are or gender.  You might even identify as a gender not created yet, but, I would bet money we would all get along.

It is the ‘megalomaniacs’ of the world that stuff it up.  They stuff it up so they can control the herds.  As long as you perceive the other guy as bad, that is all they need.

Those craving power by controlling the masses with lies, and whatever other leverage they have, are the ones who screw up society as a whole.  The media is their accomplice and you have to wonder what hold they have over them to lie to the world.  Someone tells them what to say, and they all repeat it like reading some damned script.  They even use the same words.

What if…an alien race came and monitored our radio and video.

What would they think?

Do you suppose they would want to be ‘friends’ with us and share technology?

I think they would come closer to exterminating us and taking the raw materials for their own use.

I don’t think the world as a whole is immature and backward but, I do think there are some knuckle draggers who make the human-race look like an ant colony might to aliens. Pests.

For the record alien dudes, if that is your plan, I promise you there are people on this planet that are not mere troglodytes for the ‘elite.’  Some of us actually think.   Start with the followers of this blog.

That is my ‘what if’ that I promised you earlier.

#bloggersunite

In the blogosphere and seemingly on other social media we are relatively free to say what we want.  I wish all countries had this freedom.  I think you would be pleasantly surprised that once we dispelled the lies that we grew up with, that the people of the world could unite in ways that would astound you.

I know we are being lied to because I have ways to communicate with people in other countries.  The trick is how do we get the truth out to the masses?  How do we get our respective governments working for the people again, and not their own effing bank accounts?

The answer is we take the power away from the government, and give it back to the people.  That sounds easy but just wait until you try.

Much love people and thanks for the follows.

Comments are always welcome as long as they are civil.

TW

Under Roswell on Sale!

“Can you imagine?”

“Sure, what am I imagining TW?”

Imagine that you find this guy really hot.  This guy is so cool that he has no clue he is cool.  You watch him work on things, and you admire the way he thinks.  He is kind to you but does not come on to you in any way.

Imagine you work with this guy for months on end, and you don’t think he is noticing you but, he has no ring and never talks about anyone in his life.

Ok, he is single, why?  The guy is built, smart and dedicated to his work.  You see him working on a pet project that his company allows him to do, and you ask him, ‘what is that for?’

The guy turns to look at you as if for the first time.  His eyes relax, and he smiles as he begins to talk with you about his hobby of technical rock climbing.

‘That explains why he is built the way he is but ‘rock climbing?’’

You can tell from his relaxed way of talking about it that if you want to get into his life, you need to try and understand what makes him tick.

You make a note to research rock climbing so you can engage him with more than a passing interest.  That night you talk to your friend, who was your roommate in college.  She tells you that there is a place not far from her that teaches rock climbing.

Now imagine you are kind of afraid of heights and yet pull it together and learn how to not only master your fears but, you can get to where you are not scared of dying.

With these new-found skills and understanding of the hobby, you began to engage Elliot, Omicron’s ‘fair-haired boy’ regarding a project he is working on.  He tells you that it is a device that destabilizes the atomic bonds of the rocks in a narrowly focused beam, making it super easy to place a hold.

Your job, however, is to report back to the owners of Omicron what he is working on.  They, of course, see this ‘toy’ as a weapon of immeasurable value.  Copying his notes and designs they are sent off to a facility deep within area 51.  Elliot is very much against building weapons, and that is why they hired Susan.

Back in 1947, this alien craft supposedly crashed in Roswell.  What they didn’t know it was not one but three.  Two scout ships crashed just, and one, a much larger intergalactic spacecraft returned into the time-space continuum of the earth, forcing millions of metric tons of rocks to eject from the ground, looking like some kind of geological anomaly.    The place is, of course, the ranch where Elliot’s parents were both living when the crash occurred.  It is also where they mysteriously, disappeared.

Onboard this craft under the rocks is a sentient computer, much like HAL in Space odyssey.  Unlike Hal, this computer can tune into the human brainwaves from quite a distance.  That computer takes an unhealthy interest in human sexuality and develops a few quirks along the way.  (All characters must have a flaw, right?)

Susan convinced Elliot to let her accompany him on his vacation.  She is giddy as she thanked her one day and called her ‘honey.’  ‘He does notice me,’ she thought.

While Susan is in hopes to snag the heart of Elliot, Elliot is in hopes of finding the mystery of where his parents disappeared to, hence the entire interests in rock climbing.  Whey they disappeared, that was not one shred of anything left of them.  Footsteps that just ended or a mysterious note left in the sand.

On this trip to the back of his ranch, while rock climbing, Elliot would dislodge some rocks that fall into a crevasse, and when they land, they make a mysterious ‘clunk.’

Ok, this is you.  Whether you are Elliot or Susan, what happens next is an adventure into another world.  What will you find, and what will you do?

The military has a listening post not too far away, and that all plays into this adventure, which starts out ‘Under Roswell.’

 

This novel is on Sale both on Smashwords and Amazon.   Down from $9.99 to $5.99 for the e-version.

This novel is 681 pages.  The print version is what it is because of the printing cost.  Many of you prefer that, and I thank you.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/670705

 

 

Mars..Are we from there?

It would be fun to write a blog on the men are from mars and women are from Venus book. Different topic…

It is no secret that I am a science fiction writer.  If you did not know that, you are not reading things too carefully.  I was looking at this old picture of mars.

Mars-NASA

Here you can see what they are calling the Grand Canyon on Mars.

I would think this is more like the Marianas Trench on mars.

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It takes little imagination to see that there were once great oceans covering the red planet.

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  • What happened?
  • Was there life on Mars?
  • Did we come from Mars?

Whether we are descendants of the red planet or not I think it would behoove us to learn where the atmosphere on Mars went and where did the water go.

As I was researching this I found that scientists are finding plastic bags and other forms of trash in the Marianas Trench.  Just possible we should go look in the trench or grand canyon on Mars for trash or other signs of a past life…or the water…

Thoughts comments and conjecture on this subject are welcome here.

The revised version of Tipping Point now 92K words is on Amazon and it is a free read on Amazon Kindle Unlimited.  Jeff Bezos is getting a divorce and his ex-bride needs money…So read my books, and help her out… 🙂

If you like my novels please consider leaving feedback.  Once a book receives over 50 (feedbacks) Amazon actually starts to assist authors like myself at that point and suggest it to other purchasers.

-TW

Come Away With Me…

Yes, it is that easy to take a trip to another galaxy and never leave your comfy reading place!

I love Norah Jones, well I love her music… I have no idea what kind of person she is but if her music is any indication of her soul, I would love to know her.

I was thinking of this as I was working on a new novel this evening.

While music resonates with my soul and who I am, my words, thoughts, and imagery are what I offer to you the reader.

As I take you on that mountaintop in Under Roswell or that fantasy in deep space or under the ocean, I invite you to come away with me.

Together we shall travel the depths of the oceans or the skies miles above them.  We can learn some secrets of the universe or what lies beneath the sea in Ghost Signal from Colorado Springs.

So come away with me through these novels that I have created.

I try not to let the news of the day affect me or my creative style, but it often does.  I see it time and time again as I witness the sheer lunacy of those in charge and the crazies out there rebelling in destructive ways.  Movies and novels are a form of escapism, so I offer you a pathway out of the trials and tribulation of life or your particular rut.  Come away with me through my words as we travel together saving a race of beings from their short-sightedness.  Might we learn something from them that we can use in our world?  Come away, and let’s find out!

I received an e-mail asking me if I really meant it when I signed my writings with “Much Love?”

“Of course I do!”

The followers here on WordPress and of course twitter and most importantly the base of readers building worldwide… They have come away with me.  What about you?

Out of thirty novels, certainly, you can find one that interests you.  Take a journey with me through Scotland in the Girl Nextdoor. This book is full of magic!

Discover that all life has meaning in the Hole in Time series.

Come away with me as we learn that love comes in many shapes and sizes.  Diamond Joe is probably my most romantic novel where part of me is in that book. I love reading it again and again as I found parts of myself, my soul within those words. I have put it back on sale through the spring for less than a cup of coffee from Starbucks.

Come away with me and listen to the seabirds calling to you too.  There is magic in their cries, can you hear it?  Come, lets listen together…

From adventure to Sci-Fi to something slightly tawdry I have tried my hand at it.  I did it to attract the many different readers out there that might want to come away with me for a bit.  Most of the comments from readers are food for my soul, and I much appreciate them and you.

As time permits, do Come Away with Me… I won’t sing you a song but, I will tell you a bedtime story, or I will entertain you on a rainy day where a comfy chair and hot tea awaits you on our journey to somewhere.

If you are so moved, please invite your readers or friends to come away with us, as we discover what lies behind that wormhole, or perhaps through that door.

Much Love -TW

Lost In Space II

Would you trust Dr. Smith?

Ok, I did it, I binged watched the season with my company. This is the most TV I have watched in twelve months. The cats in my lap made it bearable.
I still love the characters. I like how they are being developed.
The writing is still too predictable…There were no surprises for me as I knew what I would do as a writer.

  • Have you watched it?
  • Were there any surprises for you?

Breaking the laws of physics with the alien thing is a great way to invent your “flux capacitor.”
I actually try to stay within the confines of physics so the plot will be more interesting to those who are nerdy enough to understand that sort of thing.
Until season II is released I guess we can sit back and pontificate on where they will go with this story.

  • I give high marks to the special effects crew.
  • Again I love the characters.

If you have Netflix go and watch it and tell me what you think.

Much Love -TW

Lost In Space, and other fun things.

“If you cannot score with them sober what in the world makes you think that you can when you are drunk?”  

 

As many of you know, I don’t watch TV.  I have company at the moment which is the nightmare of a writer.  We cannot hold up in our lair with house guests. We must be fully engaged in the entertaining process, and that includes the domestic “stuff” that goes along with it.

What to do?  How do I maximize the use of my time while still doing the entertaining thing?

Dinner out, got that covered.  Shopping, ok I can do that.  There is nothing I need but remember what I said about looking for fodder for your characters or story.  Always maximize your time without being rude.

Take them to dinner at a place where there might be interesting clientele.  I find it entertaining to take people to places where others tend to drink a little too much.   Is it wrong to derive pleasure from those who try to score with people way out of their class once they have imbibed enough liquid courage?  I know, it is a weakness.

“If you cannot score with them sober, what in the world makes you think that you can when you are drunk?”

Gentlemen, ladies are not the only people who get better looking at closing time, buy a girl a drink or two…   I digress….

Shop where there might be people who would be fun to watch.  I love watching couples shop.  “Honey, do I look fat in this dress?”  “Woman, how do you expect him to answer you?  Do you want your husband or mate to become a proficient liar?”

“Don’t ask him stupid questions.”

“If you have to ask you are probably fat.”

Embrace your body no matter what type is and love it.  How do you expect him to love you if you don’t love you?

Now we get to the time suck part of entertaining company…what to do?

TV, ok if I must, what would we all like… I know, how about something science fiction?

I cut my teeth on science fiction.  I loved the original lost in space and the first Star Trek.  It was Stargate Universe that prompted me to try my hand at fan fiction.

After I figured out that I could do this, I went on to write Under Roswell.

NetFlix has released a new version of Lost In Space.  I love the twist.

“Writers you are too predictable and….you need to bone up on physics.”

I like the way that they incorporate the backstory into the plot.

I think if they stick with the Gilligan’s Island in space theme, it will lose my interests quickly.  Dr. Smith was way too predictable and I did not care for that as well.

I very much like the characters. Have I ever mentioned that I like strong women?  Damn, right I have about a million times.

I am not going to ruin it for those of you who might watch it.  I will not spoil it for you with the technical fopaux’s, nor will I tell you what the writers are thinking.

As a writer, I can see the path and so far it is heading on the path that I would write.  Do non-writers see the future too?

We watched the first three episodes which were about all the TV I could take.

If you are like me and a writer watch it like you are disassembling a watch.  Pause it if necessary and think about what the writers are doing.  If you are going to sit in front of the TV why not learn from it while “enjoying it?”

To me, the bloopers were in your face.

That is the difference between a high budget film and one that is not.  Still, Netflix is breaking new ground, and I applaud them for doing so.  I wish they would buy the rights to Stargate Universe and pull it out of mothballs!

“Somewhere I have several chapters if you want them…”

I like the juxtaposition of good and evil, so I will stick with it a little bit longer and see where we go.

 

I hope that you who follow me get something out of my input and critic.

The pearls I am casting out on writing tips you might also enjoy.

 

Much Love  -TW

 

Doomed!  We’re all Doomed! Or The Sky is Falling #DoomsDayClock

Does time dilation apply to the #doomsdayclock ?

Are you buying it?

70 odd years ago some scientist came up with a way to quantify when the world would end. They coined the phrase or dubbed their theory as the Doomsday clock.  As the cold war ended, we moved 17 minutes back from midnight which is the furthest away from MAD (mutually assured destruction) that the world has ever been according to these brilliant (cough) scientists.

Midnight is the precipice of cataclysmic destruction at the hands of E-MC2.  When all hands point north, the genii of atomic fusion will be released on the peoples of the world, which would indeed end the planet for eons to come.

Are you scared?

Man in his utter foolishness has created the ultimate weapon, and now every rogue nation on the earth feels the need to have the most enormous gun ever created! I think that they are overcompensating for the lack of a bulge in their pants.  Why just buy a Corvette if you can have an arsenal of nukes?

Here is a better question, why spend your countries meager dollars on something that you cannot use?  If you even think that these are a viable option well, just buy a Corvette! You will feel younger quickly in a Vette and it is much cheaper!

Look at this shiny object over here, pay no attention to that man behind the curtain!  Oh, look the doomsday clock just moved 20 seconds closer to midnight!  Let’s talk about that!

Never mind that FBI stuff that is showing corruption at the highest levels of the government!

Chicken little of course thought that the world was ending immediately.  For the victims of the holocaust, their world did end.

With all of the genocidal events of this world, their world ended as well.  In many cases, history was re-written to cast a different face on times past than what actually happened.

Man is his own worst enemy.  Through the entirety of the “human race,” the human heart is central to the theme of doom!  Greed, Narcissism and the need to manipulate the masses are what we see on the news almost every day.

Those that go to DC poor as church mice, and soon become millionaires as a public servant should be the tale that everyone should judge by.  Where the hell is CNN on that story?  If you become rich as a public servant, you are a crook.

Politicians make decisions by polls.  Schumer caved shutting down the government because poll numbers showed that it made Democrats look bad.  Even with the #trumpshutdown hashtag running rampant by bots on Twitter, polls showed that Americans were not fooled.

Putting the needs of millions of illegal’s before the American Citizen was not polling well for poor old Schumer, so he backed down.

If the illegal people here in America had any smarts, they would leave.  What the Democrats have in mind for them is indentured servitude. Of course, with more supply, there will be less demand so citizens will also be slaves to the rich, wealthy and well connected.

California will soon have two classes of people, gods, and insects.  The middle class is leaving the state as the rulers (gods) are nuts.  So they will have the super wealthy and well connected in their ivory towers and the slaves to take care of them.

If polls were to show that all of America wanted pot legalized it would be sanctioned.  Politicians are controlled by two things, their donors (special interests groups) and poll numbers.

Mega-corporations, Unions, and other influential groups are the special interests which place their interests above yours.  Politicians are always in campaign mode. Everything that they do is predicated on how it will affect their chances at re-election.

Those bills that Congress writes are drafted by a lobbyist for special interests groups.

How is it that all of my government classes never mentioned Ave K?  Why is it that it took me getting involved with the process to learn that he who has the gold makes the rules?

Why did they not teach us about how there is one set of laws for you and I and another for the folks that make the rules or have the gold?

Why do you think we are just now learning that journalism in this country is dead?  News outlets are now propaganda outlets pushing false narratives feeding the late night comedians with talking points to further solidify their contempt for the American people?

Yes, I said American people, not Trump, not the GOP, or the DNC, they hate you and I.  They don’t respect our constitution or our system of laws, so they have no problems lying to us.  In short, they hate the people who provide the money that they need to live in their ivory towers while they look down upon the little folks.  They truly live like gods on the backs of Americans.

Some of the wealthiest counties in the country are all around DC.  How is that possible do you suppose?

This Doomsday clock is just a distraction from reality.  This corruption at the head of the FBI is taking over the narrative so they must change it.  Their lackeys at the news outlets are not having much luck swaying many people, as their credibility is toast, but they continue to push this Russia narrative hoping that those that do hate Trump will rally around them.

Hate is an easy emotion to control you with and they know it!

The latest talking point is Mueller wants to speak to Trump under oath.  Since there is no there there, they were in hopes that Trump would decline as this is now a perjury trap and anyone with a brain should know it. If Trump declines, that will be the narrative feeding the Russia collusion conspiracy tin foil hat network news.

Undoubtedly they have conversations taped of then-candidate Trump and they want to ask him them.  Did you ever say this or that?  If he says anything other than what is on the tape (illegally obtained) they get him on perjury.

This would then lead to impeachment which would make the left so happy they would be delirious. Even if the economy suddenly tanked, they would have a troublemaker out of the mix.  Then they could blame the GOP and everyone that voted for Trump.

Breaking News!  CNN and MSNBC we see through your bullshit!  We don’t care!

This is about deflection and distraction away from the evidence of corruption at the head of the FBI.  They are in fact playing a dangerous game of chess with the American people being the only ones to lose.  This is a no-win scenario for the American citizen!

No matter how this plays out we lose!

When the American taxpayer sees the increase in their paycheck what will the propaganda look like then?  When American’s 401K’s are much healthier how will they dump on that?

I heard one reporter giving all the credit to him who shall remain nameless.  The Overlord of DC who is still trashing his successor in very un-presidential fashion.

Henny Penny or the chicken little media trying to control the narrative, to plow the road for Democrats in the mid-terms will most assuredly keep up the tempo of their attacks.

I am not a sycophant for either side of this coin.  I am outside the forest looking in, and I can see the trees.  The question is, can you?

Those that only watch the propaganda networks become useful idiots for the gods.  These are the gods who want a good supply of insects (worker bees,) so they don’t have to pay them much to do their bidding.  These are the gods that make a new version of slaves out of the very people trying to flee from a government who already takes advantage of them.  They are indeed victims, and our gods don’t care.

If they import more insects, it does not only become about the economics of supply and demand, but these insects traditionally vote Democratic!  History is repeating itself!  Blacks will no longer be the useful idiots or relevant to the gods as they have found their replacements.

These replacements will also take from that limited supply of government assistance for their families leaving fewer resources for those that they replaced.  Oops.

Jorje Ramos and his ilk will feed the lies to them keeping them subdued and hospitable while doing slave labor for the gods.

Is this dark enough?  Sadly this is a well-traveled path in history, and we are at it again, this time coopting Mexicans and anyone else that comes through our southern border.

Hello Mexico, fix your damned country! Take your country back from those that have stolen it from you. Wait you cant?  Why not?  Oh, they took your guns away….

Do you folks in the UK see any parallels here?  How about Austrailia, how are you doing down there?

No, we will not surrender our guns here in this country.

Read and understand history or you will not see it coming when it happens again.  This can be the only explanation for the reason that so many Americans voted for a Socialist thinking that was a good thing!

My current project is coming along nicely.  Novel #27 of my library of books will be one of my best novels yet! 

My next novel is called Gods and Insects, and I am in hopes to release it late spring!

The story writes itself!

Having an outside nonpartisan view of the world and a really great understanding of history, I see the parallels and can extrapolate the tired old tropes of the rich and powerful vs. you and I and every other schlub just trying to get by in life.

For the record, I do not see us as schlubs or insects or any other pejorative term you might think of.  In fact, I think we are the generation who will rise up and stop the gods from fulfilling their dark, sinister attempts at enslaving an entirely new generation of immigrants and Americans.

  • We must resist PC speak.
  • We must resist removal of and deletion of our history.
  • We must fight for all of our amendments and the Constitution.

When the world seems upside down, you must have a knowledge of history so you can stop the cycle of madness!   We have been systematically dumbed down by the system, and it is time tell Chicken Little to finish crossing the road and stop spreading lies. We are on to you!

Take a look at some of my novels on Amazon or Smashwords.

  • The Saga of the Starduster is rife with entertainment and still is my number one best seller. The book takes you to new worlds and lets you live among a race of nudists.
  • Ghost Signal of Colorado Springs is moving up the charts. This is my latest creation.  When aliens from two different planets discover earth, the crosshairs become targeted on us as the fight for who owns the planet
  • Under Roswell is still holding its own in international sales. Discovering a viable intergalactic craft under the ground in Roswell NM Elliot and his girlfriend become its new caretaker.  Time Travel and galaxy saving antics will keep you entertained for some time.
  • Diamond Joe is getting some great comments, and I appreciate it! This book will surprise you! If you like horses and romance and courage and you are not squeamish about two women finding one another, this is a great story! I promise to tug at your heart!
  • The Girl Nextdoor has been moving up the charts too! I think that this is one of my favorite tales of rags to riches story and love. Sally finds that love comes in all shapes and sizes while discovering that her love of music has its own rewards.
  • Cyber Subs is a slightly naughty erotic novel about webcams and models and remote Doms, This book is looked at over 3000 times every day on just one server that I get stats on. Would you like to read a story about the underbelly of the internet?  Does love and romance of two ladies do anything for you?  What if you were asked to remove your clothing on webcam for god knows how many people watching and tipping you.  This novel pushed the limits of reality which is shocking when you see that it really does happen right now as I type this description.

I have many other novels out there, but these are just a few.  Thanks for the follows, re-tweets and of course you who follow my blog here.  I love keeping up with each of you and am looking forward to many more of you joining us as we discover the literary world together.

Much love People!  -TW

 

Should We Be Eating Out Right Now?

Is eating out hazardous to your health?

Those of you who follow me know that I am somewhat of a foodie.  Just because I am not overweight does not mean that I don’t enjoy the food.  In fact, I love the flavors, texture and so much more about eating than just performing some function.

Eating is critical to life but, why not enjoy it?

Today I was running around and stopped by the Galleria.  I like to shop in case you did not catch that from my many posts.  While I may or may not purchase anything, I want to get out among people, talk to them and live that life that I love so much.

Before leaving the Galleria, I stopped at the Mexican food place down by the skating rink.  Watching the young ladies work together with trainers to learn to skate for a few moments reminded me of my young self-spending time on frozen ponds up north where they can do such things.

Enjoying the company of a friend our conversations were sidetracked when I noticed one of the wait staff coughing and sneezing around food.  “Oh crap, that is not good.”

A young man brought our food, but still, I was watching her.  This young woman wiped her running nose with her hand and went back to getting chips out of the machine for another guest.

I won’t belabor the point anymore on this person’s poor hygiene.  There is another more pressing point to this blog that I want to drive home.

The flu shot this year missed the mark.  It was ineffective. Flu deaths are on the rise and emergency rooms at some of the local hospitals are crowded with Flu victims.  Here is this young lady coughing, runny nose wiping her viral or bacterial laden mucus on her hands and clothing and then serving your food.

This dinner was at a Mexican Food place somewhat upscale in the Galleria in Dallas.  If I saw this as a patron who pays attention to details, I must wonder how many other places we eat at have employees with poor hygiene.

While Traveling not too long ago, I was in a place where a trip to the bathroom had me witness a server leaving the bathroom after doing their business without washing their hands.  I sent a letter to the place as an FYI with no follow-up or recognition from the place.  So I won’t go back there.

I would call on all food service places to drive the point of proper hygiene home to their employees.  The flu to a young reasonable healthy person may be just an inconvenience but that virus making its way to someone not near as healthy could be a death sentence.

I think it is also worth mentioning that here in Texas and many places in the US we have this very beautiful looking tree called a Cedar Juniper.

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Why am I talking about a tree when I am trying to weave a cautionary tale about hygiene and the flu?

Simple actually.  This tree causes   Cedar Fever.  These trees are everywhere and pollinate on such a massive scale that they affect too many to count.

Itchy watery eyes to sinus issues start out the “fever.”

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The pollen a little thing that resembles a sandbur attacks your sinus cavities and cause them to react by, producing more mucus to wash away the offending trigger.  The irritated sinus cavity swells and traps pockets of slime where bacterial now have this beautiful warm moist place to set up house.  Bacteria multiply quickly, and now you have a bacterial infection all started with a little pollen.

Cedar Fever season runs parallel with Flu Season.  Coincidence?

My point to this is the flu, and simple allergies might be an easy miss diagnosis.  Once an infection sets up house, your body reacts.  Raising your temperature to fight the antagonist has the patient now feeling quite miserable along with a plugged up head, sore throat and so on.  A person with a weakened immune system might be adversely affected enough by secondary pneumonia.

If these things are so nasty why in the world are they planted along major highways, in every yard and just everywhere?

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On cold winter nights, you might look up at the moon and see a halo around it.  That halo could be and often is caused by the massive amounts of this very pollen in the atmosphere!

astro bob pollen moon

If you become ill this season before you go diagnosing yourself check with your doctor.  Yes, they are busy this time of year as this pollen is particularly nasty.  If you reach down and it feels like your head is about to explode you probably have Cedar Fever but take care, there is hope.

Visit your doctor about things you can do to mitigate the effects of this pollen, so you don’t have to suffer year after year.

If you are like me and don’t like the idea of wait staff not taking care to observe proper hygiene, I will share with you a few simple tricks that I do when I go to a restaurant.

Before I share that however let me just say that eating out to me is not about feeding this machine to have the energy to write pithy blogs or tales of immoral sexuality on some alien world.  To me eating out is an event!  Indeed everything that I do including talking to you in this blog is an event!  I treasure my time here on earth, and I value how I use it.

These blogs are one of my ways of giving back to a world that I have been on for some time.  Yes, they are also about marketing my brand.  AuthorTWScott is a brand that I treasure.  With 26 books published and Number 27 already at 7000 plus words into it, I depend on you my readers to tell your friends and family about this excellent writer you know… LOL  Ok how about above average?

Step one, get seated and take your time to look over the menu.  While you are looking over the menu take notice of the cleanliness of the tables, floors, and windows if you are near them.  While you are observing that, actually look at the surface of the menu itself.  Is it clean?  Were you aware that the cover of the menu is one of the most bacterial laden things you can touch in a restaurant?

Excellent eating establishments will have the buss people carry around a bottle of spray disinfectant that they will use after each table is cleared on both the table and the seats.

Look at the wait staff and just noticed their appearance.  Are they sloppy dressed, do they appear to have just climbed out of bed and thrown clothes on?  Yeah, don’t get those for wait staff.  If they don’t care about their appearance, they probably don’t care about washing their hands either.

Now you go and wash your hands which is your last place to check and see if you want to eat there or not.  Is the bathroom tidy? Is it cleaned and well maintained or is it a stinky mess?  If their bathrooms are a mess then you should not eat there as that same kind of attention to the bathroom will most certainly be employed in the kitchen.

This is why I have favorite places that I go so I don’t have to go through this every time I eat out.  One other trick if you like a place, and intend to go back, get to know the manager.  Make friendly conversation with him or her and get to know their name.  In future return trips, you might ask your server two things.  What is their name and then ask if (Joe or Bob or Jane the manager) is working today?

This does two things, it puts your server on notice that you know who they are and that you know the manager.  This is not a threatening thing, this is a friendly conversation between you and them.  I clearly want to point out that I tip well and I expect friendly courteous service.  TIPs actually stand for (To Insure Prompt Service).

I want and expect excellent service, but I reward it too.  I get to know their name, and I use it.  People like to hear their name, and they are no less a person than you are.  They are choosing to do that line of work, and I want them to be the best at it that they can be.  This starts with me by treating them as I would want to be treated.  That includes a decent tip.

One life tip that I would also proffer that I actually learned from a waitress many years ago is this: If you cannot smile at your job, find another job.  Life is too short to be miserable at what you do.

Much Love! -TW

 

Gravitational Lensing, Time and the ubiquitous UFO

We think we understand time but we don’t.

Under Roswell

Ok, instead of working on my latest novel I am going to take some time to respond to a plethora of e-mails!  It would seem that many of you like science fiction or in this case science supposition.

While gravitational lensing is a given, we have proof of it, what are the other implications?

In last night’s blog, we talked about a couple of UFO’s that were witnessed by very credible folks.  In both cases, they appeared to be normal as far as flight characteristics.  Then all of the sudden they just shot up at incredible speeds.

Our limited mind cannot comprehend how or why so many dismiss it as it was an optical illusion or it did not happen.  Ok, but what if it did?

I genuinely do believe that it did happen because I do think outside the box.  I am not locked into some stodgy person’s idea of what is and what is not. The scientists must, in fact, have open minds and be willing to admit that they are wrong.

Some scientist like some doctors cannot admit that they are wrong.  They certainly don’t want to read what I write as a science fiction writer and take it seriously.

Hubris run amuck, and they are fools!

The first step in learning is to admit that you either don’t know or that you could be wrong.

The second step is to listen to diverse opinions and then be willing to accept that they may be right.

I have tweeted to two people that I respect in hopes that they might have the time to follow the link and proffer some insight on what I am putting forth.  For Science fiction books it makes little difference but, remember that a lot of science that we have today started out as conjecture on some writers part.

Case in point Dick Tracy.  No not science fiction but it hit me today as I was walking in the store and my phone rang.  My watch hooked to my phone via Bluetooth was there telling me who it was.  Pushing the little green button on my watch I was soon talking into it much like the old Dick Tracy comics of old.  Yes, it took 50 years or so but Viola, I have the ultimate Dick Tracy watch!

So how does gravitational lensing work?

The gravity of an object is so strong that it warps space.  This is also a crucial element to time travel.

As I stated last night, I think that space-time is local to the amount of gravity that an object or an accumulation of objects have.  The difference between the earth and one of the planets is probably not significant enough to measure.

For our purpose if space is warped by gravity and space is actually space-time then the time constant of that space-time is different than that of ours here on earth.  Did you follow that?

The sunspots, those huge storms that seem to go on forever I don’t think actually do go on forever.  The mass of the sun or the immense gravity I believe has the sun in its own time zone.  Those storms on the sun are actually occurring much faster but to us, the observer here on earth they seem to be so slow!

The same is true if you could witness something around a black hole.

The object that was about to be pulled apart at the atomic level would experience things just like we do here.  The difference is if we the observer watched them it would take forever from our perspective!  The closer they got the slower they would appear to go.

The storms on the sun if we could tolerate being in the same time zone as the sun would be much faster.

This brings us to quantum physics which I just love!

Particle physics is such a fun concept to ponder.  If we examine the double slot experiment that has puzzled the masses, it makes no sense.  What if that other photon, when observed, is doing something different another than location?  Instead of asking where did it go how about when did it go?

As far as lensing is concerned, if the gravity is strong enough to warp space and we agree that space and time are related than I think we can also agree that my postulations of zoned time make sense.

Around large massive objects, the time zone is different than smaller objects.  Inside the heliopause, time is relatively constant as far as measuring distances with the speed of light.  In the void outside the solar system I think that is a different zone and again, outside the influence of the Milky Way (the void between galaxies), we would once again find that time was different.

I have been asked what limits the speed of light?

What if the photons can only go so fast until they start to turn time backward? Between galaxies, I would guess that speed would change as the time zone of the density of that space would change.

If we could artificially make a ship appear smaller than a photon, then we could do what?  We could go backward in time.

Since I don’t have a DeLorean to play with and the Flux Capacitor was the invention of another writer I invented the Space-Time Modulator.

In my novel Under Roswell, this alien race uses an untested version of the PITM to try to go back in time to save their race who has foolishly used a dark matter bomb as a show of force to quell an uprising from a group of misfits.

The bomb is so efficient and so terrible, it not only turns their planet into a sun but it starts to suck matter from other worlds into it very much like the Big Bang in reverse!

Under Roswell was the first novel I wrote and it took four years.

Yes, it could probably use some professional editing, but it is really a great read.  Look past the your instead of you’re, or you and you will enjoy the read.

If you want to assist a fellow author make notes of the typos and tell me where they are.  I will fix them in some future version.

Many of my thoughts on science things are in the book which is more believable than a garbage sucking DeLorean that hurls Michael J Fox into the future.

If you want to sample some of my novels for free, I have the Hole In Time series on Kindle Unlimited.  These are lunchtime reads that have been very popular with folks from all over the world. I would love to hear your opinion!

Ok, it is late and tomorrow is a workday.  I still have a Full-Time Job as I have no agent as of yet.  Because of that, my books are super inexpensive because no agent is getting some significant cut of the profit.

Let me be clear I am not dissing agents.  Good agents bring a lot to the table, and they are worth what they produce.  If you know of one who wants to work with someone with a proven track record send them over here.  We will both thank you!

I stopped writing query letters as that could be a full-time job right there.  It takes 4 hours for each letter if you do it correctly.

  • Research the Agent or firm
  • Read and understand what they want to see and in what format.
  • Craft the letter exactly how they want to see it, they are all different.
  • Look at who they already represent and understand who those authors are and what they write.
  • It is at least a four-hour procedure to send an e-mail that has a chance at getting past their intern who is looking for dotted I’s and crossed T’s and some other information that we have no clue of what it might be.

I don’t have that kind of time or stamina.  I have 26 published novels selling around the world.  Amazon and Smashwords along with Barns and Nobles, Apple and a host of others are making money from what I do. The prices are dirt cheap because I am an independent author and while I work very hard to get my brand out there, I am still waiting for the first novel to go viral.

I even wrote a book much like 50 shades thinking that would most certainly do it.  Over 3000 people look at that book every day! An earlier edition was hijacked and put on some site in some country that I cannot understand what the language is much less what it says.

If you are an author, I have many that follow me, I would love to hear from you.

I don’t have all the answers.  I try and push ahead.  The good news is that I do love what I do so it is not really a chore.  I would love to write full time, but that is not in the cards currently.

Thanks for following me and reading my blogs and books!

Twitter is an excellent way to see what I am up to.

Contact me through the website www.authortwscott.com is a great way to say hello if you so choose.

This blog is another way.

DM’s on twitter I would rather not do.  I don’t have enough hours in the day for that and for some reason some guys must think that I am sexually deprived and send me a picture of their …stuff…

As a writer of some erotic material, I must say that some of their stuff, is impressive but truly, I don’t need to see it. I have painted nudes before, so the human body is beautiful; either sex.  An imitation of Anthony Weiner I don’t need.   If you need some loving go read Cyber Subs.  That book is HOT! Even if it is dinner and flowers for one, that book will get you there.  If you are dating your hand or BOB, that novel has promise!

Whether you are dating or married, don’t forget that Valentine’s day is right around the corner!

Ok, it is late, good night loves!

-TW