I’m sitting in a briefing room with dozens of other rebels, about to make what amounts to a suicide run against the Douche Star: a giant, orbiting space-station that envelops planet-wide populations in a bath of sheer stupidity and drops testosterone to single digit ng/mls. “Good hunting,” our briefing commander says gravely as we rise from our seats. We fire up our starfighters, push into an anchored drift, then activate our jump-drives and enter slip-space. Once we exit, I’m thrown into a furious interstellar dogfight. Pasty, bespectacled grammar Nazis, mid-level company men, and frat boys who became those smug dickheads at work are pursuing me in their Sunshadow interceptors. I’m weaving desperately in between a barrage of turbolasers, listening to my fellow pilots getting taken out by the handful. In sheer desperation, I open my eReader to Echo. Magic flash. The very eye of existence opens up to our front in a brilliant scintillation that’s as big as a galaxy, devouring the Douche Star and revealing the truth to our enemies: They have failed to heed Thoreau’s warning, and now live lives of quiet desperation. As they burst into tears and beg for forgiveness, we run through them with streams of weaponized charm quarks. Take that, you soulless drones!
Make sure that when the douchebags take control, you can pull off a Skywalker. Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here: Vol. 1 on Kindle. Vol. 2 on Kindle here: Vol.2 on Kindle. Links for Vol.2 on Smashwords/Nook/iBooks/Kobo are available here: Echo on other platforms