Echo-a Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

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“WAKE UP SPERM!  WAKE THE HELL UP!  KENT WAYNE IS READY TO DEPLOY YOUR SORRY ASSES STRAIGHT INTO THE HONEY-HOLE!”  Sergeant Kent495 focuses his lifer stare right at me.  “THAT MEANS YOU KENT683!”

Ugh.  What time is it?  I crawl out of my rack and rub my nucleus.  Another glorious day in Kent Wayne’s balls.  Sperm are divided into different branches of service; I’m a member of the Spermatozoic Marine Corps.

Sergeant Kent495 is in rare form today; he’s a lifer, and doesn’t really care whether we die on a pair of boobs, in a mouth, or actually get to impregnate an egg.  I’m not that gung-ho—I’d be perfectly happy living out the rest of my life in Kent Wayne’s sack.

“THE BOYS IN SPECIAL OPS GOT COCKY; THEY THINK JUST COS THEY’RE GOOD AT CARRYING AN EXTRA LOAD OF DNA AND BECAUSE THEY GET TO GROW OUT BEARDS THAT THEY CAN IGNORE THE BASICS!  NOT SO, GENTS—NOT FUCKING SO!  AS YOU ALL KNOW, OUR HOST IS DOING A STINT AS A PORN STAR!  YESTERDAY, THOSE ROIDED-OUT ASSHOLES VOLUNTEERED TO GET SHOT AT SOME GIRL’S STOMACH—THOUGHT THEY COULD TREK ACROSS A WASTELAND OF SKIN AND CREATE THE NEXT KENT FUCKING WAYNE!  WELL GUESS WHAT!”

I stifle a yawn.  Could this guy get anymore dramatic?

“THEY’RE ALL FUCKIN’ DEAD!  BILLIONS OF THOSE IDIOTS PERISHED IN A LINT-LINED NAVEL COS THEY WERE TOO COCKY TO DIAL DOWN THEIR INNER COWBOY!  NOW THOSE BITCHES ARE GUN-SHY!  AND THAT MEANS WE’RE UP!  ON YOUR FEET MARINES!”

Fuck.  I grumble as I start checking myself over.  Make sure my acrosome is on tight, my axial filament is loose and mobile, mitochondria is good to go…

Sergeant Kent495 manically swims between rows of Marines and starts gear-checking them.  What a douche.  He comes up to me, gives me a long, insane stare, and says, “I know you’re squared away, Kent683.  Don’t need to gear-check your motivated ass, do I?”

I try to keep the sarcasm out of my voice as I reply, “No sergeant.”

He swims off, continuing to yell and scream.  Fuck.  There are some Marines that can do anything and some that can’t do anything but be a Marine.  Sergeant Kent495 fits firmly in the latter category.

This is probably gonna end up like most of our call-ups—boring as hell and nothing but a dry run in the end.  Accordingly, I stuff an eReader into my tactical mitochondria rig.  At least I can keep myself entertained while we’re sitting around for hours doing jack shit.

After chow we all swim down to the base of the urethra and form up, ready to shoot into some strange woman’s nethers.  Most of the other Marines are like me.  They’ve eaten mountains of crap—to the point that nothing fails to impress them short of a sperm pulling off some straight-up Chuck Norris shit like deploying into some woman’s gingivitis-filled mouth, fighting off billions of probiotics in her stomach, burrowing through an impregnable layer of intestinal lining, and THEN making it to the egg.

Hours pass, and we hear our host talking to the porn director, sussing out what needs to be done in the next scene.  Wait—could it be?  Could we ACTUALLY get to deploy today?

Red lights begins flashing, blinking in time with a grating alarm—REEE.  REEE.  REEE.  A monotone female voice announces, “Cavernosal arteries are dilating.  Erectile tissues engaged.”

Holy shit!  This is it!  We finally get to deploy!

Sergeant Kent495 begins walking up and down our ranks, a murderous gleam in his crazy-ass lifer eyes.  “THIS IS IT MARINES—THIS IS WHY WE GET PAID!  REMEMBER—ONCE WE’RE IN THERE, IT’S GONNA BE A FREE-FOR-ALL SO HOLD NOTHING BACK!  WE’RE SPERMATOZOIC MARINES!  WE ENTER AS SPERM, AND EXIT AS 30 POUND NEWBORNS!  THEY INVENT EXPERIMENTAL SURGERIES TO REPAIR THE DAMAGE WE INFLICT ON NETHERPARTS!”  He turns his face up to the heavens and screams, “THANK YOU FOR BLESSING ME ON THIS DAY, HEAVENLY FATHER!  THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME INTO A FLAGELLA-POWERED KILLING MACHINE!”

Suddenly, a rank smell floods the urethra.  Every Marine recoils in horror.

“Wait, that doesn’t smell like—”

“Is this a regular scene or are we—”

“I’m not gonna die in some fetid—”

Sergeant Kent495 starts freaking out, screaming, “CALM DOWN!  YOU DO WHAT THE FUCK YOU’RE TOLD!  YOU ARE SPERMATOZOIC MAR—”

Then we hear the host utter a single word that makes us all erupt in panic:

“Anal.”

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!”  I begin swimming furiously upstream as a wash of fluid begins jetting billions of my fellow Marines toward the light (or should I say the stank-ass dark).  It’s no use; thousands of horrified sperm wash past me, shooting into a rank hole of bacteria-laden death.  I’m right about to exit Kent Wayne’s body when I remember that I’m packing my eReader.  One last chance…

I open it to Echo.  Magic flash.

Suddenly I’m teleported deep into Kent Wayne’s mate, and I see it before me:  a shining egg replete with corona radiata wisping from its edges.  Everything goes slo-mo and I hear a choir of heavenly voices singing in perfect harmony.  I swim up to the ovum with a giant smile on my face.

I’m the only sperm in sight, and the egg warmly accepts me when I press against its crust.  My smiles grows wider as my DNA unwinds and combines with that of the egg.  What bliss!

Nine months later, I have morphed into a hulking, 50 lb. newborn with an IQ of 384, a ten-pack with shredded obliques, and the ability to deadlift 12x bodyweight with no prior training.  As I grow older, I shepherd humanity through intergalactic colonization, a war with the robots, a war with the Reptoids, and oversee the construction of a real-life Voltron.

Who says that we’re meant to die as insignificant specks of dust in an uncaring universe?  😉

 

I know it’s a stretch, but you too may one day be incarnated as a Spermatozoic Marine.  Don’t perish in the desolate wasteland that is the bleached anus of a prolific porn star.  Use the magic properties of Echo to make sure you morph into a super-intelligent, mind-bogglingly strong baby that eventually changes the course of humanity.  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  #kindle #kindleunlimited

39 thoughts on “Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel”

      • This fangirl LOVES your craziness. I often find myself giggling late at night, when I should be sleeping, at thoughts you have crafted and published. In my world, right now, I need your crazy. I also need sleep, but I’d rather have you. (ok, that didn’t write quite right…..)

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      • Perfectly! However, the few times I was in the state of CA were more than enough for me. This country girl prefers well, being able to cross a street without taking life and limb in hand. Although, I did discover crossing streets on the Oregon coast worked best when walking with or near a baby stroller at a fast clip!!

        I am thinking I might name my stuffed dog toy of undetermined origin Bitefighter…….

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      • I’d not met Muttocks before. Bitefighter hangs out with Snugglebear (yeah, I sleep with bears even at my age. It’s been a horribly long year…) and I reckon Muttocks may remain a figment.

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      • Two of the three are inside outside. One was born in a barn (really) and one was a house litter. The third one can’t be allowed outside. He’s an idiot. I caught him outside one afternoon in a driving thunder and lightening storm. Not sure how he got out, but he was just wandering around under the trees in the yard!!!!

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      • Mr. Wayne, you need to get out of the phone booth/bat cave and watch some classical stuff. And this IS a classic!!! It is not just good for you, it will give you inspiration all over again. Sheesh, you had a neglected childhood, my dear Man Child.

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      • Possibly! Possibly! LOL! My childhood was filled with He-man and the Real Ghostbusters, and I count myself pretty damn lucky to have been able to watch Justice League Unlimited regardless of age haha!

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      • Piffle. My two boys were huge Justice League fans as well as He-Man (FUN FUN FUN!), Thunder Cats, Dark Wing Duck, The Pirates of Darkwater (why did they never finish that!!??!!) and we still managed to sneak in lots of other very good stuff.

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      • Cool! I see that there’s something that seems to be a continuance of Justice League now called Justice League Action; it has the same animation style and I believe the same voice actors. If they’ve got Bruce Timm on board then it has to be good!

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      • And please say you read the book ‘Starship Troopers’ and didn’t just watch the very stupid horrible movies, which never should have ever been made!

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      • I’ll try to get around to it; right now I’m digging DEEP into the Dark Tower books trying to understand the mechanisms Mr. King uses to create such an involving world with such a ridiculous setting haha! But yeah, I don’t see how you could screw up such a great premise so badly, but the Starship Troopers movie managed to do it for sure lol.

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      • I’ve heard that but I’m a bit leery…my writing role model is Stephen King, and I really enjoy the way he uses font, white space, and paragraph placement to help tell the story. I imagine it’s just something you get used to, right? Are audio books as good as real books?

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      • Well…..I can’t listen to them when I drive or I’ll forget what I am doing. Very annoying to those around me for some reason. 30 mph in a 65 is apparently not cool. Other people find them great when in the car or when you are too busy to pick up a book and you aren’t in the mood for music. Many people listen as they work out. I love paper books, but I have gotten to where I read ebooks quite often. (I know you don’t ‘follow’ people, but you may want to …if you get time to write something for an anthology…look at a link I’ll pimp with yours.

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      • Sure! I receive a lot of offers to do things like that and I try to accommodate when possible…it’s not a diva thing; I just have a hard time keeping up on the stuff I’m already supposed to be doing. I often end up sitting for 8, 9, 10 hours at the computer, handling various writing tasks, and that’s seven days a week! It really is becoming like a full time job, LOL!

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      • For the record: I did. He’s an itty bitty Bitefighter and I’d send you a picture of him, but I will NOT follow you on FB (too many lurkers) and so there. xox

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      • Perfectly understandable! I’m actually not a fan of ANY social media but I’ve decided it’s the lesser of two evils as far as promotion; the alternative is slogging through literary agents or paying for ads which I’m not sure will work.

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      • As an author, you gotta pimp your words. Social media is the best way to do that for an indie author.
        Also: there may be something in a name. I’ve slept with that stuffed pup for months and only now he has a name has he become a bed wanderer. I find him in the craziest places when I wake up!

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