What is it about books?

What is it about books?  All my life, I have felt drawn to them.  When I walk into a library or a bookstore, I stare with wide eyed amazement.  It makes my soul happy to see all those books.

I enjoy reading fiction.  There are so many stories waiting to be read.  Books are full of adventure, mystery, joy, and even sadness.  The characters become my friends.  It’s as if they are sitting right in front of me and telling me their stories.

I also enjoy reading non-fiction.  Books are full of wisdom and knowledge.  They are waiting to impart that wisdom and knowledge to me.

There are so many wonderful books.  I want to read them all.  What’s a bibliophile to do?

The Life of Microscopic Creatures

Sometimes, I think about all the different cells, microscopic mites, and other things that live on or within the human body.  I wonder what life would be like, if I was such a creature.

Blood cells run around all day.  They collect oxygen and deliver that oxygen all over the body.

  • Hello, Blood Cell Fred.  What are you doing today?
  • Well, I am going to collect and deliver oxygen.  The same thing I did yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before that, and……..

The immune system is responsible for defense.  White blood cells are solders and they are always ready for a fight.

  • Intruder Alert!  All available solders report to the sinus cavity ASAP.  Deploy mucus defenses and prepare for combat.

Microscope mites live on our bodies, including on our eyelashes.  When I lose an eyelash that would be a catastrophic event in their world.

  • This is Molly Mite, reporting for Mighty Might News.  An eyelash, known as Miniville, mysteriously disappeared.  The number of causalities is unknown at this time.  Also, the Department of Missing Mites is overwhelmed by mites trying to locate loved ones that lived in the region.  Further updates will be available during the 7:00 broadcast.

My Extra-Terrestrial Friend (A Short Story)

My name is Dr. Haley Armstrong and I have an extra-terrestrial friend.

It all started in 2147, while I was working at the Mars Research Laboratory (Site A).  The lab was old and rarely used, so I was alone that day.  A massive storm was raging on the planet, so all I could see was clouds of red dust swirling around the facility.  That’s why I never noticed the small spacecraft approaching the launch bay.

The first time I actually got a glimpse of Triad was on the security camera.  I am not ashamed to say, I almost fainted.  Triad walked down the corridor and bypassed the security code on each door, as if it was child’s play.  He was tall and slender.  His skin had a distinctive greenish tint, but the funniest thing about him was his attire.  He was dressed like a 20th century hippy.

Triad reached the door outside my room and looked into the camera.  He asked if he could come inside the room to talk to me.  It’s not like he needed my permission.  There was nothing I could do to stop him.

My body was trembling with fear and I wanted to hide.  However, I also longed to meet this strange individual at my door.  After a few tense moments, Triad smiled and said, “I understand.  I will wait out here until you are ready to talk to me.”

He seemed so polite and didn’t look threatening at all.  I opened the door, even though my brain was screaming for me to stop.

Triad introduced himself.  He was an anthropology student and specialized in galactic studies.  He was working on a research project and was given strict instructions to never make contact with any Earthlings, because we are irrational and have violent tendencies.

For some reason, Triad sensed I was different.  He was taking a great risk by coming to meet me.  If he was captured by unscrupulous scientist, he would probably be killed and dissected for the purpose of scientific research.

If his existence became public knowledge, it would lead to wide spread panic and destruction.  However, Triad believed in my peaceful nature and in my ability to keep our friendship a secret.

I just stared at him.  I was completely at a loss for words.  My mind was spinning, as if a tornado was jumbling up each thought and I couldn’t even manage to say my own name.

Triad paused for a second and laughed.  He said, “I know my appearance is rather shocking.”

After what seemed like an eternity, I was finally able to introduce myself.  There was a gleam of happiness in Triad’s eyes.  He extended his hand saying, “I believe your people grasp each other’s hand as a sign of friendship.  Is that correct?”

I was finally starting to relax, so I reached out and took his hand.  His skin was warm and silky smooth.

We talked for hours.  He told me all about his planet and his people.  They are a peaceful bunch.  There hasn’t been a war in just over 5 millennium.  Their life span is on average 250 years.

Triad was 82, but still was not old enough to teach at the educational centers.  He recently completed his mandatory studies and would spend the next 15 to 20 years conducting field research.

I asked Triad about intergalactic space travel.  He tried to explain it to me, but it was way beyond my comprehension.

I told Triad about my family and my future aspirations.  We talked about life on Earth and what it was like to work at the Mars research laboratory.  It was a great privilege; only the best scientist are allowed to work on Mars.  We spend one year on Mars and then return to Earth for at least two years.

Triad decided to try some of the food I had with me, but it literally made him vomit.  He was so embarrassed and apologized profusely.  Now, it was my turn to laugh.

The storm was starting to clear and Triad said he must leave.  He didn’t want anyone in the other laboratories  to see him or his spacecraft.

I stammered a few words that didn’t make much sense, even to me.  I desperately wanted to continue talking to Triad.  He looked at me with understanding and said he would also like to communicate with me in the future.

Triad handed me a black device, about the size of my thumb.  The front of the device had three red lights and each side had a button.  The back of the device was covered in tiny writing that looked like some kind of crazy mathematical equation.

Triad asked me, “Do you know Morse code?”

I looked at him with astonishment.  I told him, “It’s an antiquated form of communication.  Nobody uses it.”

Triad learned Morse code as part of his studies.  He created a cheatsheet for me, so I could learn it too.  Then he taught me how to use the device.  I could use it to send Triad messages in Morse code and he would respond back in kind.

If someone accidentally found the device, it would look like random light impulses that can be used for relaxation or meditation.  I would be the only person able to understand the messages created by the flashing lights.

As Triad turned to leave, I screamed “Wait!”  I rushed over to him and grabbed him in an embrace.  Tears were pouring down my face.  Between each sobbing breath, I managed to tell Triad how grateful I was for his trust and how much I looked forward to communicating with him in the future.

Triad was surprised by my display of emotions.  He responded by saying, “Now I know, I have a true Earth friend.  I hope one day, I will be able to see you in person once again.”

Triad left and I haven’t seen him since that day.  However, we send messages to each other frequently.  Triad is my extra-terrestrial pen-pal and a true (all be it strange) friend.

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Y2K – What if Story

I was resting on the couch, thinking about random things, and I started wondering…

What if someone sold all they had in 1999, so they could use that money to buy a fortified underground bunker, stocked with everything they would need for the next 20 years?

What if that person locked themselves in the bunker, during the last week of 1999?

What if that person was unable to get TV or radio signals, due to the extra layers of protection designed to shield them from the effects of nuclear war?

What if that person was afraid of what may have become of the world and since they were totally convinced Y2K would cause the collapse of civilization they stayed in the bunker?

What if after all these years that person found themselves running low on supplies and decided to leave the bucker in December of 2016?

They would probably become an overnight media sensation.  They would be asked to do all sorts of interviews.  They could write  a book about their experiences and that book could be turned into a movie.  They would be the brunt of numerous jokes.  However, they would be making millions of dollars and they could just ignore the negative comments.

That’s how I think the story would go…

TECH Zombies (A Sci-Fi Zombie Story)

I posted this story almost a year ago and I have gained a lot of followers since that time.  I thought I would share it again and I hope everyone enjoys it.

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I’m Adam Link and I was born in 2124.  At the time of my birth, the government was conducting experiments to create a superhuman race.  Everyone was lining up to receive the cognitive enhancement brain implant.

This implant enhanced human cognitive abilities, increased longevity, and regulated bodily systems (for example:  the chip would send a notification if your blood pressure was high).  Those who received the implant, were known as TECH Humans.

My parents were a part of a small group known as the Purist.  They believed the human race should remain pure (without technological enhancements).  When I was born, they refused to allow the doctors to give me the implant.

Everyone thought my parents were crazy.  How would I survive in a world full of TECH humans?  How will I ever become a successful or productive member of society?  Basically, everyone believed the best I could hope for was to become a janitor.

Twenty years later, a routine upgrade was being done on all TECH humans.  However, something went terribly wrong.  The chip started killing their physical bodies, but the chip also remained functioning.  Dead people were walking around, without a conscious and reduced to their base animalistic nature.  This was the beginning of the TECH Zombie War.

Purist from all over the nation gathered together and tried to devise a plan to deal with the situation.  TECH Zombies were killing everything in their path and it looked like the human race was about to face extinction.

It was a horrible time.  We went scrounging for food or supplies, but many of us were killed in the process.  Hope was failing fast.

The only way of stoping the TECH Zombies was to destroy the chip.  I realized our only hope of survival was to create a virus that could destroy all the chips at the same time.  However, the main upgrade system was in the heart of the city.  To get to the building we would have to fight our way through a hoard of TECH Zombies.

My parents had put a lot of effort into my education, so I was able to create the virus.  Every Purist that was able to fight willingly joined the crusade.  We used every weapon that was available to us and created armor out of scape metal to protect us during the battle.

The fighting was fierce and it took several hours to get to the upgrade center.  Finally we made into the building.  We had to use a makeshift explosive to get into the main hall.  A lot of people died to get us this far, but we never thought about stoping our mission.

I uploaded my virus into the system and prayed for a miracle.  I was looking out the window at the TECH Zombies and all of a sudden they started thrashing about and then they all collapsed into a heap.

I was screaming, “It worked.  It worked.”  The human race will be saved and now we can start rebuilding.

To all the people that thought I would grow up to become a janitor, in a way they are correct.  The TECH Humans left a mess that I will be in charge of cleaning.  However, I am not just a janitor.  I am also the savor of the plant.  I am Adam Link, the hope for future generations of humans.

Darkwater – Book Review

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I found this book at the Dollar General and decided to give it a try.  I have to say, I am glad I did.

The book is about a demonic being named Azrael.  He makes a deal with a girl named Sarah Trevelyan.  As a result of the deal, the girl is able to regain all the power and wealth of her family that was lost by her grandfather and is granted 100 years of life, so she can make amends for the evil deeds of her ancestors.  In exchange Sarah agrees to give Azrael her soul.

As her time is running out, Sarah teams with another supernatural being bent on destroying Azrael and a teenage boy that has befriended her.  She fights to save her soul and put an end to Azrael’s ability to take souls from mortal beings.

I thought the book was very interesting and I give it an A-

 

Human/Alien Hybrid

According to X-Files (which is obviously a reputable source for paranormal/scientific information), secret experiments were conducted on pregnant women in 1973, at Roswell, New Mexico.

These women were infected with an alien virus, without their knowledge.  The purpose of the experiment was to create human/alien hybrids.

My mom was pregnant with me in 1973, and she lived in El Paso, Texas.  However, she did go to Roswell to watch football games.  She could have been infected with the alien virus at that time.

The obvious conclusion:  I am a human/alien hybrid.  That explains why I am so awesome.