Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

I’m at home sitting deep in meditation, being hit by The Works:  Blooms of fractalized mandalas, the unfolding of time and space into a continuum of never-ending benevolence…yeaaaaa BUDDY! 🙂 🙂 🙂  Suddenly, I find myself being shaken by the shoulders and I open my eyes.  It’s my next neighbor, Jake.  Jake’s gaze is widened in panic as he furiously stage-whispers:  “Kent, get up!  The hippies have risen, and they’re not taking any—HHHHRRRHH!”  Jake’s eyes roll up towards his skull as a kitchen knife shoots through the side of his head.  He collapses before my disbelieving eyes, and as the knife comes out of his dome with a crackly, wet-sounding SHUNK, I look at its wielder.  A grime-faced, dreadlocked Flower Child is giving me a triumphant grin, using the bottom edge of his t-shirt to wipe the blade clean.  “Greetings, Kent,” he says.  “My name is Indigo.  You’ve got a sharp mind—perhaps you’d care to join us in spouting inane platitudes whilst contemplating our belly buttons and shitting out bad poetry.  You’ll have to wear crystals and patchouli, mind you, but I’m confident that you’ll—”  I get up and start running.  He doesn’t follow me, only shouts, “You’ll regret it!  That was my one and only offer!” and laughs.  As I bust out my front door I find myself facing a quartet of hippies wielding a variety of weaponized garden tools and my god the stank…I fight the urge to simultaneously cry and vomit as they edge closer towards me, evil grins writ plainly across their sanctimonious, no-chinned faces.  The one to my left smacks a miniature rake against his free hand and says, “Should’ve taken Indigo up on our offer Kent.  Now you’ll suffer the same fate as the rest of the secular, unbelieving meat-eaters.”  I throw panicked looks to my left and my right.  No way out.  Only one option left.  I jam my hand into my pocket, withdraw my eReader, and open it to Echo.  Magic flash.  Suddenly I’m holding a bar of Dial soap in my left hand and Aristotle’s biography in my right.  Indigo is now behind me, leaning against the doorway, sporting an amused grin.  “A book and some soap?  Not really a match for bladed weapons, are they?”  I’m almost ready to start praying to the Dark Knight…when suddenly it hits me:  of course!  I bring the two objects together and wonder upon wonders, they meld into a three-foot section of pure white light, throwing dazzling, multicolored symmetries all across the ground and causing my enemies to shield their faces with their forearms.  When the light fades, I find myself holding a glowing blue katana.  Their eyes widen in horror as they realize what I’m holding.  I say, “Bar of soap?  A book?  They’re more than that INDIGO—and may I take a moment to comment on what a shitty name that is—this is a sword instantiated from cleanliness and logic:  two things your tiny acorn-dick recedes at just by their very mention.  Now back off before I slice a new butthole across your backside.”  For a second, the light from my sword reflects off Indigo’s pupils, accentuating the fact that he looks scared and uncertain.  Then his eyes harden and he screams, “AT HIM!”  Time slows, and my sword acts all on its own, my body following its keen deadly edge in liquid flow.  My mind goes blank and silent and perfect as the arc of my blade traces an elegant, simplistic loop through the air, slicing through five throats in perfect harmony.  I end my attack in a semi-crouch—free hand extended above my head, sword tight against my ribs—while the others remain frozen in mid-strike.  Two hanging, soundless seconds pass…and then all five of them drop in tandem.  I straighten up, surveying my work.  As the light fades from their eyes, I rasp, “Have fun in your next incarnation, you unwashed, shit-minded dickbags.”

It’s only a matter of time before the hippies’ whiny repressed anger becomes lethal and they try to kill us all.  Luckily, we can defend ourselves through a modicum of common sense…and soap.  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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