Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

The year is 2842.  I have been sent to a Martian internment camp—Grammar Stronghold X87-Alpha—specifically made to butt-blast aspiring writers such as myself.  Everyday, we are forced to proof-read self righteous essayists who don’t care that they’re preaching to the choir and filling their work with the clickety-clack, dry-ass rhythm that instantly lets you know that their writing is meant to impress and not entertain.  Beta-amyloid manacles keep me firmly chained to a desk.  I’m in a room that hasn’t seen natural light in more than a decade.  The dude next to me makes a mark with his red pen, hand trembling, then starts to seize.  Foam pours from his mouth as his head starts thump-thump-thumping against the cold steel of his desk.  “GUARD!” I shout.  A robot tromps by and looks in.  Its head is a monitor that projects the face of its human operator.  The operator is smiling.  “Aren’t you gonna do anything?” I scream.  The guard just continues watching, smiling and not doing a damn thing.  That’s it.  I grit my teeth and write the first line of Echo onto a piece of scratch:  ‘Atriya was on his way up.’  Magic flash.  A glowing lever appears two feet away from my chest.  Luminescent letters above it read:  “Pull this lever to initiate quantum reset.”  The guard’s eyes widen in panic, and he begins keying in the code to open the cell door.  I cast a grim look at my fellow inmates, and they all give me resigned nods.  I nod back, close my eyes, whisper a prayer, and pull the lever.  A beautiful, mandala-lined portal opens before me.  It rotates clockwise, counter, then spins like a ship’s wheel that’s just been yanked down.  Me and my cellmates are spaghettified as we’re sucked into an interdimensional gateway, and miracle upon miracles, we find ourselves in the cloud-lined paradise from the last few minutes of This is The End.  As we smoke j’s and start dancing to ‘Backstreet’s Back’, I turn to Seth Rogen and ask, “What happened to Grammar Stronghold X87-Alpha?”  He grins and shouts over the music:  “We nuked it.  Some things are just too goddamned evil!”

How long until YOU find yourself toiling away in Grammar Stronghold X87-Alpha???  Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here:  Vol. 1 on Kindle.  Vol. 2 on Kindle here:  Vol.2 on Kindle  Vol. 3 on Kindle here:  Vol. 3 on Kindle

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